Post by Baby Jenks on Mar 25, 2016 20:52:05 GMT -5
I know what they're thinking. The same thing they ever think when SHE'S the one they met first.
Baby Jenks lifts the hand-rolledcigarette to her lips, taking a long pull and feeling the rich smoke fill her. Smooth exhale and the gentle buzz begins.
Y'all think I'm crazy.
Y'all think I'm violent.
Another hit, the tickle in the back of the throat from drawing too fast, the exhale accompanied by a muffled cough.
Y'all ain't entirely wrong.
Hear me out though. I'm not like Her, I'm not that total Full Metal Jacket loony that my dear sister is.
My sister.
Squinting, Jenks peers around the corner, another hit already in her lungs. The doctors had tried to help with their "cognitive behavioral therapy" and pills, but Angelina found the good ol' green worked the best. Less chance of liver failure, too. Nothing had been found to help her sister.
Nope, it's not a gimmick, or a trick. Blood is as blood does, and She's my big sister. Nothing else really matters to me.
I don't give a fuck about y'all's title belts. I already know I got bigger balls than anyone on the roster, and I don't even have those weak little fleshwads dangling between my thighs. I don't need to prove myself.
I don't give a fuck about anyone Alexa has beef with. You bring your beef to Her, you're gonna have a problem with ME. I'm just along for the ride. There's a reason they call me The Enforcer, and it ain't because I make sure the other kids pay for their milk.
Unless that's what Alexa tells me to do.
THC flooding her brain, Black shivers in anticipation. This particular mark, chosen by her sister, was to be held up as a lesson to the whole of Pure Class Wrestling. Bit of a bummer, the guy seemed nice and all.. but she'd had a long hard life of learning that nice won't help you survive. Not nearly as hard a life as Alexa's had... and Angelina was more than sane enough to see that the eldest sister had done her best to protect Baby Jenks.
Y'all don't know why She is the way She is. Hell, I don't even know the whole story. But I know what She mumbles in Her sleep as She thrashes in bed. I know what She screams when She sits bolt upright, soaked in sweat and shaking like a snowdrop in a March thunderstorm.
So this new cat, Q... well, new but not new. Can't seem to stick around. Another man without the staying power, but nothing surprising there. A career flake, every win a fluke. How did he expect to hang in a division based around brutality when all he wants to do is hug everyone?
The quiet grind-scrape of sneaker on pavement alerts her, Jenks' fist snapping forward to catch her unlucky mark in the back of the head. Crouching over him in a combat stance, Jenks' well trained eye takes in the even breathing and unhealthy pallor.
K.O. Goddammit. Need to smoke more next time so it'll last longer. Putting these punks down too easy these days. Wish I knew what this one did to piss Her off, not that it matters in the end. Don't expect I'll find much trouble comin' out of this Q guy. Can't even afford a whole name, the man just has a single letter.
Feet scuffing, Angelina squats down and hefts the man up on her shoulders, his limp form draped across her back in a fireman's carry as she retreats deeper into the alley. Night traffic hardly a concern in this part of town, the part where you were seen as fair game when outside after dark. Everyone knew Baby Jenks, and when she was around they knew she was there to Enforce the directives of one Alexa Black. And now Baby Jenks is in PCW, staring down the barrel at her first target - a man named Q.
What is The Enforcer here for? To Enforce the will of Darkness... no matter what She decides that is.
Baby Jenks lifts the hand-rolledcigarette to her lips, taking a long pull and feeling the rich smoke fill her. Smooth exhale and the gentle buzz begins.
Y'all think I'm crazy.
Y'all think I'm violent.
Another hit, the tickle in the back of the throat from drawing too fast, the exhale accompanied by a muffled cough.
Y'all ain't entirely wrong.
Hear me out though. I'm not like Her, I'm not that total Full Metal Jacket loony that my dear sister is.
My sister.
Squinting, Jenks peers around the corner, another hit already in her lungs. The doctors had tried to help with their "cognitive behavioral therapy" and pills, but Angelina found the good ol' green worked the best. Less chance of liver failure, too. Nothing had been found to help her sister.
Nope, it's not a gimmick, or a trick. Blood is as blood does, and She's my big sister. Nothing else really matters to me.
I don't give a fuck about y'all's title belts. I already know I got bigger balls than anyone on the roster, and I don't even have those weak little fleshwads dangling between my thighs. I don't need to prove myself.
I don't give a fuck about anyone Alexa has beef with. You bring your beef to Her, you're gonna have a problem with ME. I'm just along for the ride. There's a reason they call me The Enforcer, and it ain't because I make sure the other kids pay for their milk.
Unless that's what Alexa tells me to do.
THC flooding her brain, Black shivers in anticipation. This particular mark, chosen by her sister, was to be held up as a lesson to the whole of Pure Class Wrestling. Bit of a bummer, the guy seemed nice and all.. but she'd had a long hard life of learning that nice won't help you survive. Not nearly as hard a life as Alexa's had... and Angelina was more than sane enough to see that the eldest sister had done her best to protect Baby Jenks.
Y'all don't know why She is the way She is. Hell, I don't even know the whole story. But I know what She mumbles in Her sleep as She thrashes in bed. I know what She screams when She sits bolt upright, soaked in sweat and shaking like a snowdrop in a March thunderstorm.
So this new cat, Q... well, new but not new. Can't seem to stick around. Another man without the staying power, but nothing surprising there. A career flake, every win a fluke. How did he expect to hang in a division based around brutality when all he wants to do is hug everyone?
The quiet grind-scrape of sneaker on pavement alerts her, Jenks' fist snapping forward to catch her unlucky mark in the back of the head. Crouching over him in a combat stance, Jenks' well trained eye takes in the even breathing and unhealthy pallor.
K.O. Goddammit. Need to smoke more next time so it'll last longer. Putting these punks down too easy these days. Wish I knew what this one did to piss Her off, not that it matters in the end. Don't expect I'll find much trouble comin' out of this Q guy. Can't even afford a whole name, the man just has a single letter.
Feet scuffing, Angelina squats down and hefts the man up on her shoulders, his limp form draped across her back in a fireman's carry as she retreats deeper into the alley. Night traffic hardly a concern in this part of town, the part where you were seen as fair game when outside after dark. Everyone knew Baby Jenks, and when she was around they knew she was there to Enforce the directives of one Alexa Black. And now Baby Jenks is in PCW, staring down the barrel at her first target - a man named Q.
What is The Enforcer here for? To Enforce the will of Darkness... no matter what She decides that is.
