Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:28:20 GMT
From Interview with The Innovator posted by Joanna Coleman to the FAWN YouTube channel one week ago…
JENNY JACOBS:
The FAWN logo dissolves to a medium shot of Joanna Coleman and Jenny Jacobs seated somewhere in the lower deck of the otherwise empty FAWN Arena. The former was dressed in fog gray denim and a vintage midnight blue ‘Sensational Shea London’ sweater whereas the former sported simple black leggings, the white version of her 8,675,309 hoodie and a matching wool cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the chill of the cavernous space. Joanna leaned back in her seat to take better notes with the pad balanced on one knee while Jenny leaned back so she could kick her feet up on the back of the seat below hers. Judging by the snicker passing between both ladies, we seem to have joined the interview already in progress.
Once the giggles subsided, Coleman flipped to the next page in her book and said, “All jokes aside, the last time we saw you on FAWN pay-per-view was over the summer. You’d just pinned Mallory Slade to close out a very competitive best of three--”
“Not THAT competitive.” Jacobs interrupted. “Slade got lucky on a single desperation counter and suddenly she thinks I’m nothing but a gatekeeper she can dunk on to get to the next level. Screw that noise.”
“With all due respect, Jen, each of those three matches was VERY close. No one’s going to argue that you’re ahead on points, you did beat her with the Jenny-Cide both times in fact, but iron sharpens iron as the old saying goes and I can’t believe that series didn’t make you both better wrestlers. You can’t hold it against Mallory that she wanted to test herself against the best, can you?”
Jacobs rolled her eyes, leaned back to look at the rafters overhead. “I don’t hold that against her or anyone else. After all, if you’re not here to be the best, why the hell are you here? What I resent is the idea that she sees me as some sort of Gatekeeper. Fact of the matter is, Mallory Slade is a talented wrestler, but she’s not on my level. Far as I’m concerned she hadn’t earned the right to face me once, let alone three times. Hell, knowing the FAWN brass they’ll probably give her a damned title shot when she gets back from that Australian tour.”
Coleman turned to the camera. “For those that are unaware, Mallory Slade joined a handful of other FAWN talent for a prolonged tour of Australia with our sister promotion OWWL. She’s expected to return to the main roster early next year and yes, I’d fully expect her to challenge you again, especially if you’re able to wrest the title from Adelaide at Cold November Pain.”
Jacobs straightened up to better offer the interviewer an arched eyebrow. “IF, Jo? I can beat Adelaide Brewster, full stop. She couldn’t take the IC title off me four years ago and she won’t be able to keep me from the World Title either.”
“Aren’t you in the least bit worried about Miranda and the other members of the Church of Eternal Midnight?” Coleman asked. “Adelaide’s dangerous enough all by herself, but with the others working in concert to keep the belt around her waist… well, if the Black Court hasn’t been able to take them down, how are you going to do it all by your lonesome?”
“The same way I won the World Title. By any means necessary. West and Wainright are so preoccupied with winning this stupid turf war that they’ve lost sight of everything else, including the World Title. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, in fact I’ll almost certainly get my ass kicked up between my shoulders before it’s all said and done, but I’m not afraid of the Black Court and I’m sure as hell not afraid of the Church of Eternal Midnight.”
Joanna scribbled something in her pad. Another question was on her lips when a voice from off camera said, “Maybe you should. Be afraid, that is.” The camera held long enough to note mild confusion from Coleman and poorly concealed irritation from Jacobs, then it rose up and swung around in a half circle to better take in the approach of Daphne Dufresne, Lucy Harker and Mina Murray.
Treating the camera to little more than a sly wave, the trio known as Wicked sauntered into the row behind Jenny and Joanna, thus forcing them to get up and turn to keep them in sight.
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
“Sorry to crash the interview, Joanna.” Lucy *almost* sounded sincere.
“But when we heard about the Innovator’s glorious return to pay-per-view we knew we had to stop her from making a terrible mistake.” Mina continued.
Jenny sighed, knowing damned well she’d have to play their game if she wanted the trio to leave. “All right, I’ll bite. What sort of terrible mistake am I making?”
“Going into that World Championship match alone, of course.” Daphne explained. “You’re good, Jenny. Amazing even, and I’m loathe to say that about anyone but Lucy and Mina.”
“And yourself, of course.” Murray broke in.
“And myself, of course.” Dufresne agreed. “But as good as you are, amazing as you are, you’re still just one woman. The Church is five strong, the Court is at LEAST four strong and knowing that bytch the way I do, West probably has half a dozen more sleepers waiting to back them up. Who do you have, Jenny?”
“I have me.” Jenny answered. “That’s all the back-up I need.”
“Wrong.” now it was Harker that spoke up, the Scandalous brunette leaning forward in her seat to make sure she had the Innovator’s undivided attention. “You have nothing and no one. You threw all your friends away in your quest to win the World Title and while it got you what you wanted then, it’s left you outmanned and outgunned for Cold November Pain.”
“Luckily for you that’s just the sort of callous indifference to other people’s feelings that we enjoy the most!” Mina chirped.
“Miranda and her freaks have been running rampant far too long.” Daphne resumed. “And f*ck knows we don’t need Emily or any of her loyalists in charge of the big belt again. You, Jenny. You’re the champion FAWN needs and the friend we want. Sign on with us. You don’t have to take a knee, swear an oath or any of that bullshyt. All you have to do is change one of those J’s to a W.” The Gate Crasher formed the fingers of her right hand into a ‘W’ and held it at chest level while Lucy and Mina did the same.
“Good speech.” Jenny said almost at once. “Is it the same one you gave Autumn? We all know how that turned out.”
“You don’t get to hold that against us, sweetness.” Daphne said softly. “Not after what you did to the Dragon. You do remember, don’t you?”
“Of course she does.” purred Mina. “Everyone does. Autumn Sammain was heartbeats away from finishing ‘Ronnie Treymane in the middle of the ring and what did you do? What did her BEST FRIEND do?”
“You practically ripped the belt out of her hands.” Daphne answered for her. “You didn’t just stab Autumn in the back, you ripped her heart out. Next to that, beating her ass is…”
“A trifle.” said Lucy. “If we’re being honest, Sammain is talented, but she’s also kind of a nerd. We don’t hang with nerds, Jenny. We hang with girls that’ll do whatever it takes to put gold around their waist.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help. Now get your asses out of here.”
Mina and Daphne both stood up in rather aggressive fashion, but Lucy raised a hand to make sure it didn’t go further. “You need convincing, I understand.” she told the Innovator. “So that’s just what we’re going to do.” Harker stood and gestured down the empty aisle. “Let’s take our leave, ladies. Jenny has an interview to finish.”
Jenny watched them go, careful for any signs of an ambush from the duplicitous triumvirate. “Stay out of my business, Lucy.” the blonde called after them. “I don’t need you to help me win that belt.”
Lucy stopped and looked over one shoulder. “Oh, you’re not going to win the belt, dearest. The Church or the Court will see to that. All we’re going to do is save your ass when the time is right.”
“Before those freaks tear it apart.” Daphne said with a smile.
Mina blew her a kiss and a wave. “Toodles!”
Jenny said nothing, just stayed rooted to the spot until she was sure Wicked was out of the arena proper. Then she made her way to the end of the row and hooked a sharp left to head somewhere in the upper deck, leaving Joanna Coleman with far more questions than she’d had when the interview started.
JENNY JACOBS:
The FAWN logo dissolves to a medium shot of Joanna Coleman and Jenny Jacobs seated somewhere in the lower deck of the otherwise empty FAWN Arena. The former was dressed in fog gray denim and a vintage midnight blue ‘Sensational Shea London’ sweater whereas the former sported simple black leggings, the white version of her 8,675,309 hoodie and a matching wool cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the chill of the cavernous space. Joanna leaned back in her seat to take better notes with the pad balanced on one knee while Jenny leaned back so she could kick her feet up on the back of the seat below hers. Judging by the snicker passing between both ladies, we seem to have joined the interview already in progress.
Once the giggles subsided, Coleman flipped to the next page in her book and said, “All jokes aside, the last time we saw you on FAWN pay-per-view was over the summer. You’d just pinned Mallory Slade to close out a very competitive best of three--”
“Not THAT competitive.” Jacobs interrupted. “Slade got lucky on a single desperation counter and suddenly she thinks I’m nothing but a gatekeeper she can dunk on to get to the next level. Screw that noise.”
“With all due respect, Jen, each of those three matches was VERY close. No one’s going to argue that you’re ahead on points, you did beat her with the Jenny-Cide both times in fact, but iron sharpens iron as the old saying goes and I can’t believe that series didn’t make you both better wrestlers. You can’t hold it against Mallory that she wanted to test herself against the best, can you?”
Jacobs rolled her eyes, leaned back to look at the rafters overhead. “I don’t hold that against her or anyone else. After all, if you’re not here to be the best, why the hell are you here? What I resent is the idea that she sees me as some sort of Gatekeeper. Fact of the matter is, Mallory Slade is a talented wrestler, but she’s not on my level. Far as I’m concerned she hadn’t earned the right to face me once, let alone three times. Hell, knowing the FAWN brass they’ll probably give her a damned title shot when she gets back from that Australian tour.”
Coleman turned to the camera. “For those that are unaware, Mallory Slade joined a handful of other FAWN talent for a prolonged tour of Australia with our sister promotion OWWL. She’s expected to return to the main roster early next year and yes, I’d fully expect her to challenge you again, especially if you’re able to wrest the title from Adelaide at Cold November Pain.”
Jacobs straightened up to better offer the interviewer an arched eyebrow. “IF, Jo? I can beat Adelaide Brewster, full stop. She couldn’t take the IC title off me four years ago and she won’t be able to keep me from the World Title either.”
“Aren’t you in the least bit worried about Miranda and the other members of the Church of Eternal Midnight?” Coleman asked. “Adelaide’s dangerous enough all by herself, but with the others working in concert to keep the belt around her waist… well, if the Black Court hasn’t been able to take them down, how are you going to do it all by your lonesome?”
“The same way I won the World Title. By any means necessary. West and Wainright are so preoccupied with winning this stupid turf war that they’ve lost sight of everything else, including the World Title. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, in fact I’ll almost certainly get my ass kicked up between my shoulders before it’s all said and done, but I’m not afraid of the Black Court and I’m sure as hell not afraid of the Church of Eternal Midnight.”
Joanna scribbled something in her pad. Another question was on her lips when a voice from off camera said, “Maybe you should. Be afraid, that is.” The camera held long enough to note mild confusion from Coleman and poorly concealed irritation from Jacobs, then it rose up and swung around in a half circle to better take in the approach of Daphne Dufresne, Lucy Harker and Mina Murray.
Treating the camera to little more than a sly wave, the trio known as Wicked sauntered into the row behind Jenny and Joanna, thus forcing them to get up and turn to keep them in sight.
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
“Sorry to crash the interview, Joanna.” Lucy *almost* sounded sincere.
“But when we heard about the Innovator’s glorious return to pay-per-view we knew we had to stop her from making a terrible mistake.” Mina continued.
Jenny sighed, knowing damned well she’d have to play their game if she wanted the trio to leave. “All right, I’ll bite. What sort of terrible mistake am I making?”
“Going into that World Championship match alone, of course.” Daphne explained. “You’re good, Jenny. Amazing even, and I’m loathe to say that about anyone but Lucy and Mina.”
“And yourself, of course.” Murray broke in.
“And myself, of course.” Dufresne agreed. “But as good as you are, amazing as you are, you’re still just one woman. The Church is five strong, the Court is at LEAST four strong and knowing that bytch the way I do, West probably has half a dozen more sleepers waiting to back them up. Who do you have, Jenny?”
“I have me.” Jenny answered. “That’s all the back-up I need.”
“Wrong.” now it was Harker that spoke up, the Scandalous brunette leaning forward in her seat to make sure she had the Innovator’s undivided attention. “You have nothing and no one. You threw all your friends away in your quest to win the World Title and while it got you what you wanted then, it’s left you outmanned and outgunned for Cold November Pain.”
“Luckily for you that’s just the sort of callous indifference to other people’s feelings that we enjoy the most!” Mina chirped.
“Miranda and her freaks have been running rampant far too long.” Daphne resumed. “And f*ck knows we don’t need Emily or any of her loyalists in charge of the big belt again. You, Jenny. You’re the champion FAWN needs and the friend we want. Sign on with us. You don’t have to take a knee, swear an oath or any of that bullshyt. All you have to do is change one of those J’s to a W.” The Gate Crasher formed the fingers of her right hand into a ‘W’ and held it at chest level while Lucy and Mina did the same.
“Good speech.” Jenny said almost at once. “Is it the same one you gave Autumn? We all know how that turned out.”
“You don’t get to hold that against us, sweetness.” Daphne said softly. “Not after what you did to the Dragon. You do remember, don’t you?”
“Of course she does.” purred Mina. “Everyone does. Autumn Sammain was heartbeats away from finishing ‘Ronnie Treymane in the middle of the ring and what did you do? What did her BEST FRIEND do?”
“You practically ripped the belt out of her hands.” Daphne answered for her. “You didn’t just stab Autumn in the back, you ripped her heart out. Next to that, beating her ass is…”
“A trifle.” said Lucy. “If we’re being honest, Sammain is talented, but she’s also kind of a nerd. We don’t hang with nerds, Jenny. We hang with girls that’ll do whatever it takes to put gold around their waist.”
Jacobs shook her head ‘no’. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help. Now get your asses out of here.”
Mina and Daphne both stood up in rather aggressive fashion, but Lucy raised a hand to make sure it didn’t go further. “You need convincing, I understand.” she told the Innovator. “So that’s just what we’re going to do.” Harker stood and gestured down the empty aisle. “Let’s take our leave, ladies. Jenny has an interview to finish.”
Jenny watched them go, careful for any signs of an ambush from the duplicitous triumvirate. “Stay out of my business, Lucy.” the blonde called after them. “I don’t need you to help me win that belt.”
Lucy stopped and looked over one shoulder. “Oh, you’re not going to win the belt, dearest. The Church or the Court will see to that. All we’re going to do is save your ass when the time is right.”
“Before those freaks tear it apart.” Daphne said with a smile.
Mina blew her a kiss and a wave. “Toodles!”
Jenny said nothing, just stayed rooted to the spot until she was sure Wicked was out of the arena proper. Then she made her way to the end of the row and hooked a sharp left to head somewhere in the upper deck, leaving Joanna Coleman with far more questions than she’d had when the interview started.