Post by djinnie on Jan 25, 2023 22:37:45 GMT
A monumental sight to behold: The Eiffel Tower. There is not a cloud in the sky as the camera unveils more and more of the scenery that we have begun with, but the problem is that as the camera is also showing more and more of their surroundings… it is clear that they are not in Paris. They are not even in Las Vegas! A scream is heard off-camera until someone charges right into view, and delivers a swift kick to the Eiffel Tower that knocks it over and the LEGO pieces that had created the illusion scatter onto the ground and perhaps even lost to nature…
Despite the destruction of the Eiffel Tower, Jennie springs to her feet and throws her arms into the air in succession two children stare with their jaws dropped to the floor, and a teenager is overheard cackling in the background. This is Edward Blake, Damian Harper, and Hayleigh Blake; Edward is Tara’s second child, and Damian is the step-grandson to Tara, and finally, Hayleigh was Tara’s oldest stepdaughter.
The slightly older child calls out, “Aunt Jennie, why?!”
Jennie glances around and brushes some of the dirt and grass debris off of herself, until she looks down… She is wearing white pants that now had grass stains on the buttocks and the back of her legs, which causes her to frown momentarily but then she shoots her gaze back over to the two children, “I’m sorry, Eduardo!” she finally says to them, but then looks over at the camera and says in a hushed tone, “Did you get that?!”
The camera moves up and down to give the illusion of someone nodding, but a voice chimes in as well, “Yeah, but why’d you have to go and do them like that?!” The voice is easily distinguished as Sloane.
Jennie narrows her eyes on her nephew and great-nephew, “They know what they did…”
Fear is suddenly apparent in their eyes, and Edward jumps prematurely when Jennie snaps forward; Edward and Damian begin to giggle, and Damian is clinging to Edward’s arm and simultaneously trying to hide behind him.
“You two munchkins better run!” Jennie shouts at them, and springs in their direction! The two children continue to laugh and run away from Jennie, as she insists that she is going to catch them; Edward is the first to go up the staircase onto the balcony where Hayleigh is, and Hayleigh takes a step back to get out of the way. Damian is following, but rather than going to Hayleigh, he runs inside the house!
“Gimme the lightsaber, Hayleigh!” Edward begs.
“What lightsaber?” Hayleigh asks in turn.
“NOOO, DON’T!” Jennie pleads, as she reaches the top of the stairs.
Hayleigh gives Edward the lightsaber!
“TREACHERY!” Jennie groans. Now Jennie is on the defensive, as Edward is swinging the lightsaber back and forth in front of her. Hayleigh throws a second one to Jennie as Edward looks like he is about to get a “killing blow”, but Jennie raises the lightsaber in time to parry. “HA!”
“Jennie!” Tara calls out from just off-camera. Jennie doesn’t hear Tara the first time she calls her name, and she continues to fight against her nephew with the lightsaber until she is able to get to his side, and just as she is about to get him into a headlock, Tara calls again, “JENNIE!” Both Jennie and Edward look up at Tara; Edward has the more innocent look of the two, while Jennie looks puzzled. Tara looks to see the cameraperson, Sloane, getting closer as she comes upstairs onto the balcony, too, “Hi, Sloane,” Tara says cheerfully.
“Hey, Tara!” Sloane answers.
Tara turns her gaze against Jennie again, “Why did you have them build the Eiffel Tower if you were just going to destroy it?”
“I thought it’d make a good story for Instagram!” Jennie chimes in.
Tara continues, their voices overlapping, “But why?”
“Well, y’see, I’m going to be stepping into the ring with some French girl in a couple of days, and I was thinking that if she sees it…she would be so appalled by it, and so miserable over the destruction of their monument, it would totally throw her off her groove! Y’know? Like…mind games! Getting in her head…letting her know I don’t care about the Eiffel Tower, baguettes, or croissants. What’s everyone’s obsession with croissants? It’s literally just bread!”
Tara blinks several times.
“French toast on the other hand! Is French toast actually French?” Jennie asks while turning toward Sloane. Sloane shrugs, “Y’know what they should bring back! Y’know Cinnamon Toast Crunch?! That FRENCH TOAST CRUNCH!” Edward gasps.
“YEEEEES!” Sloane says.
Tara blinks several more times.
“But crêpes… Tara! TARA! You know what we need! We need a time machine so that we can go back in time, and stop them from making crêpes. The definition of crêpe probably reads something along the lines of ‘I wish I was a pancake’ because it’s not even a full pancake! It’s like…not even half a pancake…it’s like…awful. Just awful. AWFUL! I pity her. I really do! If I had to grow up somewhere that’s offering me crêpes instead of an actual pancake, I’m gonna lose my shhh–” Jennie looks down at Edward, and then covers his ears in the earmuff fashion, “–lose my shit!”
Sloane clears her throat before finally raising her hand innocently, “I– I– I like crêpes…” she says, and smiles nervously.
Jennie gasps! She places her hand over her heart, and looks absolutely appalled.
Tara purses her lips together, and gives a subtle nod as if trying to understand what Jennie is jabbering on about. “I think I’m going to side with Jennie on the crêpes argument, but the rest of it is nonsense. Croissants are amazing.”
“YES! CROISSANTS!” Sloane says in a manner to shift the subject away from her liking crêpes.
“I didn’t say they’re not good! I just said it’s bread!” Jennie argues.
“Anyways, Jennie, I don’t want to find any of those LEGO pieces in the yard, so be sure you get that cleaned up…” Tara says.
“YES, MA’AM!” Jennie salutes Tara mockingly.
Tara’s gaze now falls onto Edward, “Go wash up. It’s almost dinner time,” Edward skips forward, and Tara’s gaze now falls to Hayleigh, “Hayleigh, are you staying for dinner, or is your mom picking you up?”
“Umm, actually–” Hayleigh starts…
“Me and Sloane are gonna take her to the academy here in a little while! We’ll get her something to eat… that’s not vegan… maybe some chicken tenders… you can never go wrong with some chicken tenders and honey mustard. None of that better be French, by the way! If it’s French, then I may actually owe this girl an apology…”
“Maybe we should ask Hayleigh what she would like to eat…?” Sloane suggests to Tara and Jennie. Jennie answers by clapping her hands.
“YES! YES! Hayleigh’s pick!” Jennie lingers her own gaze on Hayleigh.
All of the eyes have fallen on Hayleigh, and she glances back and forth at all of them. Several more seconds pass, what feels like forever, when Hayleigh finally shrugs, “I’m fine with whatever…”
“If you’re fine with whatever, then pick something!” Jennie says.
“Surprise me.” Hayleigh answers, giving that same amount of sass that she probably picked up from Jennie in recent times.
Jennie clings to Hayleigh’s arm, “We’ll have her back kinda late! Don’t wait up!”
We go through a bit of a timelapse here… There are several shots of Sloane and Jennie inside of the training ring, and then training with Hayleigh. They take turns coaching Hayleigh and showing her the ropes. The vignette continues for a couple of minutes before finally fading, and now the trio are winded; Jennie sits on the turnbuckle with her elbows on her knees… Hayleigh is just sitting on the canvas, and Sloane is leaning against the ropes.
“You haven’t had much luck at this place, Jennie…” Hayleigh says, “Are you worried at all about this girl: Adrienne Beaufort?”
Jennie rolls her eyes, “There’s something that big sis is going to teach you and that is that you never think of what your opponent can do; you only worry about what you can do…and you have to be confident in your ability inside of the ring. She’ll tell you just like she told me: know your opponent, but never fear them! Besides, should I really be afraid of someone who comes out of the GO Gym?” Jennie snickers, and holds back her own laughter while thinking about that momentarily, “That sounds like something out of Pokémon GO… Speaking of which–” Jennie pulls her phone out and takes a couple of seconds to glance at a few things before finally continuing, “There is a raid in thirty-five minutes at the Agave Grill! Sooo, if we hurry…”
“Yeah, but I’ve watched your matches at this place and you just don’t seem to be in your comfort zone when you get out there…” Hayleigh explains.
“She’s got a point there, Jennie,” Sloane says, “Like, you came close to taking your debut, but not quite there. People could’ve sworn that you should have walked out of the last event with a title, but you still couldn’t do it! So…how is this going to affect you? Is it messing with your mojo at all?”
Jennie waves off all of the claims, “No! No! Nothing is messing with my mojo right now, but I’ve always said that I’m not going to walk around and give anyone any excuses for why I wasn’t able to get the job done… Like, this happens, okay? It happens! The best thing that Tara could’ve ever told me is that I’m never going to win one-hundred percent of the time, and that it’s how I conduct myself when I’m knocked down that really determines how great I am going to be… and all of the times that I’ve been knocked down, I never stay down! I’m always getting back up!” Jennie snorts out as another memory comes to her mind, “Like at FIGHT, I was booked to take on Dickie Watson…I love Dickie, by the way, such a great guy! Such a sweetheart! Let me tell you! ANYWAYS! Warstein replaces him…and Warstein,” Jennie clicks her tongue, “He hurt me. He tried to get in my head and tell me that I didn’t belong. But no matter how many times he hit me, I continued to get back up, and I continued to fight!”
Jennie shifts her attention back from dreamland, and back to Sloane and Hayleigh, “I’m already a double-champion, and yeah, I told everybody that I want more… and I do want more… That's all that I’m going to concern myself with. Getting back up, and getting another title shot. And that’s all I really see when I look at Adrienne… The French Rose...” Jennie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Just another person that is in my way from, maybe, getting another shot at the Classic Championship! From, maybe, getting a shot at the New World Championship. The list goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on over what my next steps are going to be! But the simple fact of the matter is that when I think of The French Rose I just think how pathetic roses really are. They last ONE WEEK! ONE! WEEK! This girl chose a very appropriate name because maybe, just maybe, after I finish her in the ring, she’ll finally just… wilt away… I’m not going to say die! That would be incredibly rude! I totally wish her the best in her future endeavors, but maybe she can go be like a pastry chef? Or something?”
“But she’s a black belt, isn’t she?” Sloane argues in the defense of Adrienne Beaufort.
“So? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM BATMAN BEGINS?! THIS IS NOT A DANCE! I’m going into the ring, fucking shit up, and walking out as the WINNER! PERIOD!”
End scene.
Despite the destruction of the Eiffel Tower, Jennie springs to her feet and throws her arms into the air in succession two children stare with their jaws dropped to the floor, and a teenager is overheard cackling in the background. This is Edward Blake, Damian Harper, and Hayleigh Blake; Edward is Tara’s second child, and Damian is the step-grandson to Tara, and finally, Hayleigh was Tara’s oldest stepdaughter.
The slightly older child calls out, “Aunt Jennie, why?!”
Jennie glances around and brushes some of the dirt and grass debris off of herself, until she looks down… She is wearing white pants that now had grass stains on the buttocks and the back of her legs, which causes her to frown momentarily but then she shoots her gaze back over to the two children, “I’m sorry, Eduardo!” she finally says to them, but then looks over at the camera and says in a hushed tone, “Did you get that?!”
The camera moves up and down to give the illusion of someone nodding, but a voice chimes in as well, “Yeah, but why’d you have to go and do them like that?!” The voice is easily distinguished as Sloane.
Jennie narrows her eyes on her nephew and great-nephew, “They know what they did…”
Fear is suddenly apparent in their eyes, and Edward jumps prematurely when Jennie snaps forward; Edward and Damian begin to giggle, and Damian is clinging to Edward’s arm and simultaneously trying to hide behind him.
“You two munchkins better run!” Jennie shouts at them, and springs in their direction! The two children continue to laugh and run away from Jennie, as she insists that she is going to catch them; Edward is the first to go up the staircase onto the balcony where Hayleigh is, and Hayleigh takes a step back to get out of the way. Damian is following, but rather than going to Hayleigh, he runs inside the house!
“Gimme the lightsaber, Hayleigh!” Edward begs.
“What lightsaber?” Hayleigh asks in turn.
“NOOO, DON’T!” Jennie pleads, as she reaches the top of the stairs.
Hayleigh gives Edward the lightsaber!
“TREACHERY!” Jennie groans. Now Jennie is on the defensive, as Edward is swinging the lightsaber back and forth in front of her. Hayleigh throws a second one to Jennie as Edward looks like he is about to get a “killing blow”, but Jennie raises the lightsaber in time to parry. “HA!”
“Jennie!” Tara calls out from just off-camera. Jennie doesn’t hear Tara the first time she calls her name, and she continues to fight against her nephew with the lightsaber until she is able to get to his side, and just as she is about to get him into a headlock, Tara calls again, “JENNIE!” Both Jennie and Edward look up at Tara; Edward has the more innocent look of the two, while Jennie looks puzzled. Tara looks to see the cameraperson, Sloane, getting closer as she comes upstairs onto the balcony, too, “Hi, Sloane,” Tara says cheerfully.
“Hey, Tara!” Sloane answers.
Tara turns her gaze against Jennie again, “Why did you have them build the Eiffel Tower if you were just going to destroy it?”
“I thought it’d make a good story for Instagram!” Jennie chimes in.
Tara continues, their voices overlapping, “But why?”
“Well, y’see, I’m going to be stepping into the ring with some French girl in a couple of days, and I was thinking that if she sees it…she would be so appalled by it, and so miserable over the destruction of their monument, it would totally throw her off her groove! Y’know? Like…mind games! Getting in her head…letting her know I don’t care about the Eiffel Tower, baguettes, or croissants. What’s everyone’s obsession with croissants? It’s literally just bread!”
Tara blinks several times.
“French toast on the other hand! Is French toast actually French?” Jennie asks while turning toward Sloane. Sloane shrugs, “Y’know what they should bring back! Y’know Cinnamon Toast Crunch?! That FRENCH TOAST CRUNCH!” Edward gasps.
“YEEEEES!” Sloane says.
Tara blinks several more times.
“But crêpes… Tara! TARA! You know what we need! We need a time machine so that we can go back in time, and stop them from making crêpes. The definition of crêpe probably reads something along the lines of ‘I wish I was a pancake’ because it’s not even a full pancake! It’s like…not even half a pancake…it’s like…awful. Just awful. AWFUL! I pity her. I really do! If I had to grow up somewhere that’s offering me crêpes instead of an actual pancake, I’m gonna lose my shhh–” Jennie looks down at Edward, and then covers his ears in the earmuff fashion, “–lose my shit!”
Sloane clears her throat before finally raising her hand innocently, “I– I– I like crêpes…” she says, and smiles nervously.
Jennie gasps! She places her hand over her heart, and looks absolutely appalled.
Tara purses her lips together, and gives a subtle nod as if trying to understand what Jennie is jabbering on about. “I think I’m going to side with Jennie on the crêpes argument, but the rest of it is nonsense. Croissants are amazing.”
“YES! CROISSANTS!” Sloane says in a manner to shift the subject away from her liking crêpes.
“I didn’t say they’re not good! I just said it’s bread!” Jennie argues.
“Anyways, Jennie, I don’t want to find any of those LEGO pieces in the yard, so be sure you get that cleaned up…” Tara says.
“YES, MA’AM!” Jennie salutes Tara mockingly.
Tara’s gaze now falls onto Edward, “Go wash up. It’s almost dinner time,” Edward skips forward, and Tara’s gaze now falls to Hayleigh, “Hayleigh, are you staying for dinner, or is your mom picking you up?”
“Umm, actually–” Hayleigh starts…
“Me and Sloane are gonna take her to the academy here in a little while! We’ll get her something to eat… that’s not vegan… maybe some chicken tenders… you can never go wrong with some chicken tenders and honey mustard. None of that better be French, by the way! If it’s French, then I may actually owe this girl an apology…”
“Maybe we should ask Hayleigh what she would like to eat…?” Sloane suggests to Tara and Jennie. Jennie answers by clapping her hands.
“YES! YES! Hayleigh’s pick!” Jennie lingers her own gaze on Hayleigh.
All of the eyes have fallen on Hayleigh, and she glances back and forth at all of them. Several more seconds pass, what feels like forever, when Hayleigh finally shrugs, “I’m fine with whatever…”
“If you’re fine with whatever, then pick something!” Jennie says.
“Surprise me.” Hayleigh answers, giving that same amount of sass that she probably picked up from Jennie in recent times.
Jennie clings to Hayleigh’s arm, “We’ll have her back kinda late! Don’t wait up!”
We go through a bit of a timelapse here… There are several shots of Sloane and Jennie inside of the training ring, and then training with Hayleigh. They take turns coaching Hayleigh and showing her the ropes. The vignette continues for a couple of minutes before finally fading, and now the trio are winded; Jennie sits on the turnbuckle with her elbows on her knees… Hayleigh is just sitting on the canvas, and Sloane is leaning against the ropes.
“You haven’t had much luck at this place, Jennie…” Hayleigh says, “Are you worried at all about this girl: Adrienne Beaufort?”
Jennie rolls her eyes, “There’s something that big sis is going to teach you and that is that you never think of what your opponent can do; you only worry about what you can do…and you have to be confident in your ability inside of the ring. She’ll tell you just like she told me: know your opponent, but never fear them! Besides, should I really be afraid of someone who comes out of the GO Gym?” Jennie snickers, and holds back her own laughter while thinking about that momentarily, “That sounds like something out of Pokémon GO… Speaking of which–” Jennie pulls her phone out and takes a couple of seconds to glance at a few things before finally continuing, “There is a raid in thirty-five minutes at the Agave Grill! Sooo, if we hurry…”
“Yeah, but I’ve watched your matches at this place and you just don’t seem to be in your comfort zone when you get out there…” Hayleigh explains.
“She’s got a point there, Jennie,” Sloane says, “Like, you came close to taking your debut, but not quite there. People could’ve sworn that you should have walked out of the last event with a title, but you still couldn’t do it! So…how is this going to affect you? Is it messing with your mojo at all?”
Jennie waves off all of the claims, “No! No! Nothing is messing with my mojo right now, but I’ve always said that I’m not going to walk around and give anyone any excuses for why I wasn’t able to get the job done… Like, this happens, okay? It happens! The best thing that Tara could’ve ever told me is that I’m never going to win one-hundred percent of the time, and that it’s how I conduct myself when I’m knocked down that really determines how great I am going to be… and all of the times that I’ve been knocked down, I never stay down! I’m always getting back up!” Jennie snorts out as another memory comes to her mind, “Like at FIGHT, I was booked to take on Dickie Watson…I love Dickie, by the way, such a great guy! Such a sweetheart! Let me tell you! ANYWAYS! Warstein replaces him…and Warstein,” Jennie clicks her tongue, “He hurt me. He tried to get in my head and tell me that I didn’t belong. But no matter how many times he hit me, I continued to get back up, and I continued to fight!”
Jennie shifts her attention back from dreamland, and back to Sloane and Hayleigh, “I’m already a double-champion, and yeah, I told everybody that I want more… and I do want more… That's all that I’m going to concern myself with. Getting back up, and getting another title shot. And that’s all I really see when I look at Adrienne… The French Rose...” Jennie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Just another person that is in my way from, maybe, getting another shot at the Classic Championship! From, maybe, getting a shot at the New World Championship. The list goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on over what my next steps are going to be! But the simple fact of the matter is that when I think of The French Rose I just think how pathetic roses really are. They last ONE WEEK! ONE! WEEK! This girl chose a very appropriate name because maybe, just maybe, after I finish her in the ring, she’ll finally just… wilt away… I’m not going to say die! That would be incredibly rude! I totally wish her the best in her future endeavors, but maybe she can go be like a pastry chef? Or something?”
“But she’s a black belt, isn’t she?” Sloane argues in the defense of Adrienne Beaufort.
“So? HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM BATMAN BEGINS?! THIS IS NOT A DANCE! I’m going into the ring, fucking shit up, and walking out as the WINNER! PERIOD!”
End scene.
