Post by tirri on May 12, 2021 5:11:34 GMT -5
True Nature (offcam)
May 11th 2021
12:15pm
Rivers Residence
Reno, Nevada
The bedroom of Jennifer Rivers was quiet. Afternoon sun shone in through the thin velvety curtains as the resident lounged on her bed. She was staring at the ceiling deep in thought, as if trying to decide something. She glanced around her room and sighed. "What are you?" the words escaped her lips softly, hesitantly almost.
(Hmmm?)
For the first time since it had manifested, Jenny realized that the voice sounded surprised. So she repeated herself, more determined this time. "What are you?"
(I've told you. An observer. A guide. And sometimes, a protector)
She sighed again. Vague as ever. “Not what I mean. What ARE you? What is your… nature.”
(What brought this on?)
Jenny furrowed her brow, the voice sounded reluctant. It was something she had never sensed from it. “I’ve just had a lot of time to think. The talk we had after EXP6 made me wonder a lot of things. Normally I’d chalk it up to just being crazy… but the fact that you’ve acknowledged the beast within Tom to be of your kin… Regardless of blood relation, we can’t both be having the same insanity.”
(...)
There was no response, which caused a wave of irritation to flare up within Jenny. She was about to snap at the voice, but she was stopped as she felt a wave of resignation coming from within.
(We… Just are. That is not me being vague Jenny, it is the truest explanation. We’ve existed since before humanity left the oceans and we will continue to exist long after the light of life has flickered out from your race.”
The woman felt a pang of dread, trying to comprehend such scale of time. Eternal was the most reasonable way she could put it. “That doesn’t help me at all..” she breathed quietly.
(Humanity has always tried to explain us. Religions call us spirits. Angels and Demons. Science calls us madness. We are both. We are neither. We just… are)
“So Tom and I aren’t the first ones to hear you?”
(No. We exist within every living being. And every human is aware of us in varying levels. Children often commune with us without realizing it. Every imaginary friend. Every word and thought attributed to a toy or a loved object. Those are all one of us. But once a child grows and their mind develops they push us aside, we become the voiceless. We are intuition. We are instinct. The so called gut feeling. That is all us.)
Jenny felt her head spinning. She had expected an answer of some kind but this wasn’t it. “If you just… are, then how come you interact with me, guide me. And how come the beast is able to take Tom over in such a manner? How come you act benevolent and it acts malevolent?”
(it takes a certain type of a mind for us to be able to communicate this openly. And that is hereditary. Your mother was also like you. That is why she took your brothers transformation so hard. You were both fit for a bonding like this. And the latter question… Remember when I said how religion often calls us spirits? We take many forms. We mostly reflect our hosts true nature. You’ve always been a free spirit Jenny, taking great joy from being able to be yourself and do whatever you wished. So that is the trait I nurture, the behaviour I encourage… the path that I guide you towards.)
“Are you telling me Tom has always, deep down, been the vicious beast that his… spirit… manifested as?” Incredulous, Jenny had a hard time believing that. As long as she remembered Tom prior to his change he had been a kind, gentle man with endless compassion and empathy.
“No. That is why I call it a corruption. Our base nature is to protect and to guide. His companion thought it was protecting him as he began to push all his pain and suffering to the back of his mind, to a place he felt was there, separate from what he really was. And his companion took it all, barred it all within its own essence. But we are not limitless. Just as much as we affect what our hosts are and become… so are we shaped by our hosts. His companion absorbed all that suffering he went through and then manifested itself forcefully. Not as a guide or a companion but as an overwhelming spirit of Wrath. Suppressing the will of your host in such a manner is an act as despicable as you’d see someone desecrating the corpse of a small child. Your brother is strong Jenny, the mere fact he maintains even the slimmest semblance of resistance is nothing short of miraculous.)
Something in the way the voice spoke stuck with Jenny. “Hosts. You speak of us as hosts. That implies a parasitic relationship.”
(We are not parasites. A parasite needs the host to survive, takes from the host without giving anything back. We are symbiotic. We cannot exist without a host, but we provide what we can in return.)
Jenny sat up and looked in the mirror, seeing the reflection of her painted persona in it, which was different from her normal self so greatly. “So Queenie is you.”
(No. She is you. The paint and the wardrobe is just your own way of separating her from how you see yourself Jenny. You hold onto the restraints society imposes on you instinctively, and the only way you feel you can release your true nature is by assuming the guise of ´”Queenie”. She is the real you just as much as Jennifer is. That is why I call you neither. That is why I call you Jenny.)
The woman looks to her vanity table, seeing the makeup and other products she uses to coax “Queenie” into being, fiddling with them absentmindedly. “Why me though? From the way you explained it, I understand Tom. But why me? I never had such trauma…”
(You did. The breakup with Alex. Knowing that he got entrapped first by Aurora and then Kitty… You were alone. Depressed… borderline suicidal. I had watched your descent and…)
The long silence stretched and stretched, causing Jenny to realize something was off. “And?” she insisted.
(... and that was when I realized I can speak to you. I felt your pain just as much as you did Jenny, and I was getting desperate. I pushed out and you heard me. It was a surprise to me just as much as it was you)
“So you didn’t know… Yet you said that our mother also could communicate with her companion?”
(Yes. But I had never tried. Not since you stopped believing in your imaginary friends. I did enjoy our chats when I was Mr. Cuddles.)
That threw Jenny off her balance. “Mr. Cuddles? I… Thats a name I haven’t heard in over 25 years. It was you?”
(Oh yes. Like I said. We are the imaginary friends that children have. The mind of a child before it gets jaded and hardened is open for us. I was sad when you stopped having tea parties with Mr. Cuddles… but I knew it was inevitable. So when I finally realized your mind was receptive to me I was happy.)
Jenny felt something, a wave of happiness or something to that effect, a strange sensation since she had never sensed any emotion from the dry voice that she had in her head. “So you dragged me out of my misery and set me straight.”
(No. I returned you to who you truly were. That is the whole essence of my interactions with you)
“How do I know you’re not just turning me into something YOU think I should be? Like you said, Jennifer is me just as much as Queenie is”
(Jenny… you know the answer. The rush you feel when you let loose. The joy you experience skipping around the ring or messing with the heads of your opponents on twitter.)
The corner of her mouth curled into a small smirk almost instinctively and she had to concede the point. “... I guess you’re right.”
(I always am. Because I know you better than you know yourself. Because I exist in your head.)
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Queen’s Wisdom (oncam)[/u]
We open up to a view of a well kept back garden in a suburban house hidden from prying eyes by tall wooden fences. Lush rose bushes and other various flowerbeds line the surprisingly expansive plot of land as sun shines down from a nearly cloudless sky. And in the middle of all the natural beauty we see the crimson-tipped hair of Level Up Wrestlings facepainted Femme Fatale “Queen Machine” Jenny as she is kneeling on the ground, carefully tending to a bush of black roses. She isn’t dressed in her usual suggestive but practical fare, instead rocking a simple set of denim overalls. And seemingly nothing else. She pops her head up and gives a bright giggle to the camera.
“Helloooo naughties! Queenie here! And what a day we’re having! Sun is shining, summer is coming and I got a date with a british studmuffin coming up with an opportunity to adorn myself with some shinies! Lil ol’me had a swell ol’ time at Combat Evolved, dancing with the fuckboy and the old fart and I came out on top… Like I tend to do. A Queen must be wise to rule and what better to show off that wisdom than to have a golden belt to showcase it!”
She stands up, catching the shoulderstrap of her overalls just before it slips down, a motion which reveals that yes indeed, it is the only thing she is wearing. She gives a mischievous grin to the camera and winks before continuing.
“But before we get to my date with the studmuffin, there is a feeling out process to do, a courting period if you will. And it begins at EXP7 when I’m teaming up with him to face the face that runs the place and the brave boy! Ever since I came to Level Up Wrestling I’ve been wanting to have a go at Magdalena Lockheart, something about her just draws me like a magnet. Maybe it’s the pretty face, maybe it’s the awesome tattoos or maybe it’s the hint of danger behind her eyes and I spy with my little eye. I had a good first taste back in EXP4 when I was teaming with that grumpy old fart Tirri but back then I was too busy focusing on Lil Wends to really have a go at her. But maybe this time, who knows?
And I can’t forget the brave boy. Bertie. Berts. The bongmaster. We got off in the wrong foot sweetie, I really don’t have anything against you, you just have the unfortunate position of being tight with puddin, and since my brother has an issue with him… well, I think you understand. But that’s water under the bridge for me Bertie, I had my fun with you, you asserted your dominance in ways that only a T-pose can and put me in my place. And you know what Bertie? I liked it!”
Stopping to tap her chin thoughtfully, she eventually shrugs.
“But this match at EXP7 for me really isn’t about you two. As much as I love the idea of getting up close and personal with the big boss of the place and dancing around with the brave boy all over again, this match is all about me taking measure of Sidroy Covington IV. The British Studmuffin! I’ll probably spend a lot of the time on the apron just watching him closely, learning everything there is to learn. I mean, I watched the match between him and the handsome devil at Combat Evolved, but there is a lot more you can learn when you’re as close as I’m gonna get in this match. I wanna get into your head studmuffin, know all your secrets and learn all your tricks. I mean after all, lets face it: on paper the two of us don’t really have much of a chance against our opponents since they are supposed to be the toughest and the smartest. But you know what studmuffin? Queenie has gotten here by being tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties and if I get my way I’ll be pinning the brave boys shoulders to the mat for a three count and then we can celebrate a win together. Well you, me and that absolutely delightful man who serves you”
The emphasis on the word “serve” is not the most subtle thing in the world, but she breezes past it with smoothness.
“I know I know, I’m talking a lot about Siddyboo here, but just bear with me naughties. I got all the respect in the world for Maggie, she is a tough girl and proved it by stumping that grumpy old bastard at Combat Evolved and Bertie surprised us all by outfighting Count Gorgeous but they really aren’t relevant to Queenie’s interests in the long run, Siddyboo is. So I’ll just be doing my best to watch him, show him MY moves and make sure the road to our inevitable date is as smooth and enjoyable ride as possible.”
Again, the way she emphasises certain words is pretty unsubtle, but then again, that is Jenny in a nutshell.
“But hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Toodeloo naughties, catch ya later!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and ducks down, returning to tending her bushes.
May 11th 2021
12:15pm
Rivers Residence
Reno, Nevada
The bedroom of Jennifer Rivers was quiet. Afternoon sun shone in through the thin velvety curtains as the resident lounged on her bed. She was staring at the ceiling deep in thought, as if trying to decide something. She glanced around her room and sighed. "What are you?" the words escaped her lips softly, hesitantly almost.
(Hmmm?)
For the first time since it had manifested, Jenny realized that the voice sounded surprised. So she repeated herself, more determined this time. "What are you?"
(I've told you. An observer. A guide. And sometimes, a protector)
She sighed again. Vague as ever. “Not what I mean. What ARE you? What is your… nature.”
(What brought this on?)
Jenny furrowed her brow, the voice sounded reluctant. It was something she had never sensed from it. “I’ve just had a lot of time to think. The talk we had after EXP6 made me wonder a lot of things. Normally I’d chalk it up to just being crazy… but the fact that you’ve acknowledged the beast within Tom to be of your kin… Regardless of blood relation, we can’t both be having the same insanity.”
(...)
There was no response, which caused a wave of irritation to flare up within Jenny. She was about to snap at the voice, but she was stopped as she felt a wave of resignation coming from within.
(We… Just are. That is not me being vague Jenny, it is the truest explanation. We’ve existed since before humanity left the oceans and we will continue to exist long after the light of life has flickered out from your race.”
The woman felt a pang of dread, trying to comprehend such scale of time. Eternal was the most reasonable way she could put it. “That doesn’t help me at all..” she breathed quietly.
(Humanity has always tried to explain us. Religions call us spirits. Angels and Demons. Science calls us madness. We are both. We are neither. We just… are)
“So Tom and I aren’t the first ones to hear you?”
(No. We exist within every living being. And every human is aware of us in varying levels. Children often commune with us without realizing it. Every imaginary friend. Every word and thought attributed to a toy or a loved object. Those are all one of us. But once a child grows and their mind develops they push us aside, we become the voiceless. We are intuition. We are instinct. The so called gut feeling. That is all us.)
Jenny felt her head spinning. She had expected an answer of some kind but this wasn’t it. “If you just… are, then how come you interact with me, guide me. And how come the beast is able to take Tom over in such a manner? How come you act benevolent and it acts malevolent?”
(it takes a certain type of a mind for us to be able to communicate this openly. And that is hereditary. Your mother was also like you. That is why she took your brothers transformation so hard. You were both fit for a bonding like this. And the latter question… Remember when I said how religion often calls us spirits? We take many forms. We mostly reflect our hosts true nature. You’ve always been a free spirit Jenny, taking great joy from being able to be yourself and do whatever you wished. So that is the trait I nurture, the behaviour I encourage… the path that I guide you towards.)
“Are you telling me Tom has always, deep down, been the vicious beast that his… spirit… manifested as?” Incredulous, Jenny had a hard time believing that. As long as she remembered Tom prior to his change he had been a kind, gentle man with endless compassion and empathy.
“No. That is why I call it a corruption. Our base nature is to protect and to guide. His companion thought it was protecting him as he began to push all his pain and suffering to the back of his mind, to a place he felt was there, separate from what he really was. And his companion took it all, barred it all within its own essence. But we are not limitless. Just as much as we affect what our hosts are and become… so are we shaped by our hosts. His companion absorbed all that suffering he went through and then manifested itself forcefully. Not as a guide or a companion but as an overwhelming spirit of Wrath. Suppressing the will of your host in such a manner is an act as despicable as you’d see someone desecrating the corpse of a small child. Your brother is strong Jenny, the mere fact he maintains even the slimmest semblance of resistance is nothing short of miraculous.)
Something in the way the voice spoke stuck with Jenny. “Hosts. You speak of us as hosts. That implies a parasitic relationship.”
(We are not parasites. A parasite needs the host to survive, takes from the host without giving anything back. We are symbiotic. We cannot exist without a host, but we provide what we can in return.)
Jenny sat up and looked in the mirror, seeing the reflection of her painted persona in it, which was different from her normal self so greatly. “So Queenie is you.”
(No. She is you. The paint and the wardrobe is just your own way of separating her from how you see yourself Jenny. You hold onto the restraints society imposes on you instinctively, and the only way you feel you can release your true nature is by assuming the guise of ´”Queenie”. She is the real you just as much as Jennifer is. That is why I call you neither. That is why I call you Jenny.)
The woman looks to her vanity table, seeing the makeup and other products she uses to coax “Queenie” into being, fiddling with them absentmindedly. “Why me though? From the way you explained it, I understand Tom. But why me? I never had such trauma…”
(You did. The breakup with Alex. Knowing that he got entrapped first by Aurora and then Kitty… You were alone. Depressed… borderline suicidal. I had watched your descent and…)
The long silence stretched and stretched, causing Jenny to realize something was off. “And?” she insisted.
(... and that was when I realized I can speak to you. I felt your pain just as much as you did Jenny, and I was getting desperate. I pushed out and you heard me. It was a surprise to me just as much as it was you)
“So you didn’t know… Yet you said that our mother also could communicate with her companion?”
(Yes. But I had never tried. Not since you stopped believing in your imaginary friends. I did enjoy our chats when I was Mr. Cuddles.)
That threw Jenny off her balance. “Mr. Cuddles? I… Thats a name I haven’t heard in over 25 years. It was you?”
(Oh yes. Like I said. We are the imaginary friends that children have. The mind of a child before it gets jaded and hardened is open for us. I was sad when you stopped having tea parties with Mr. Cuddles… but I knew it was inevitable. So when I finally realized your mind was receptive to me I was happy.)
Jenny felt something, a wave of happiness or something to that effect, a strange sensation since she had never sensed any emotion from the dry voice that she had in her head. “So you dragged me out of my misery and set me straight.”
(No. I returned you to who you truly were. That is the whole essence of my interactions with you)
“How do I know you’re not just turning me into something YOU think I should be? Like you said, Jennifer is me just as much as Queenie is”
(Jenny… you know the answer. The rush you feel when you let loose. The joy you experience skipping around the ring or messing with the heads of your opponents on twitter.)
The corner of her mouth curled into a small smirk almost instinctively and she had to concede the point. “... I guess you’re right.”
(I always am. Because I know you better than you know yourself. Because I exist in your head.)
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Queen’s Wisdom (oncam)[/u]
We open up to a view of a well kept back garden in a suburban house hidden from prying eyes by tall wooden fences. Lush rose bushes and other various flowerbeds line the surprisingly expansive plot of land as sun shines down from a nearly cloudless sky. And in the middle of all the natural beauty we see the crimson-tipped hair of Level Up Wrestlings facepainted Femme Fatale “Queen Machine” Jenny as she is kneeling on the ground, carefully tending to a bush of black roses. She isn’t dressed in her usual suggestive but practical fare, instead rocking a simple set of denim overalls. And seemingly nothing else. She pops her head up and gives a bright giggle to the camera.
“Helloooo naughties! Queenie here! And what a day we’re having! Sun is shining, summer is coming and I got a date with a british studmuffin coming up with an opportunity to adorn myself with some shinies! Lil ol’me had a swell ol’ time at Combat Evolved, dancing with the fuckboy and the old fart and I came out on top… Like I tend to do. A Queen must be wise to rule and what better to show off that wisdom than to have a golden belt to showcase it!”
She stands up, catching the shoulderstrap of her overalls just before it slips down, a motion which reveals that yes indeed, it is the only thing she is wearing. She gives a mischievous grin to the camera and winks before continuing.
“But before we get to my date with the studmuffin, there is a feeling out process to do, a courting period if you will. And it begins at EXP7 when I’m teaming up with him to face the face that runs the place and the brave boy! Ever since I came to Level Up Wrestling I’ve been wanting to have a go at Magdalena Lockheart, something about her just draws me like a magnet. Maybe it’s the pretty face, maybe it’s the awesome tattoos or maybe it’s the hint of danger behind her eyes and I spy with my little eye. I had a good first taste back in EXP4 when I was teaming with that grumpy old fart Tirri but back then I was too busy focusing on Lil Wends to really have a go at her. But maybe this time, who knows?
And I can’t forget the brave boy. Bertie. Berts. The bongmaster. We got off in the wrong foot sweetie, I really don’t have anything against you, you just have the unfortunate position of being tight with puddin, and since my brother has an issue with him… well, I think you understand. But that’s water under the bridge for me Bertie, I had my fun with you, you asserted your dominance in ways that only a T-pose can and put me in my place. And you know what Bertie? I liked it!”
Stopping to tap her chin thoughtfully, she eventually shrugs.
“But this match at EXP7 for me really isn’t about you two. As much as I love the idea of getting up close and personal with the big boss of the place and dancing around with the brave boy all over again, this match is all about me taking measure of Sidroy Covington IV. The British Studmuffin! I’ll probably spend a lot of the time on the apron just watching him closely, learning everything there is to learn. I mean, I watched the match between him and the handsome devil at Combat Evolved, but there is a lot more you can learn when you’re as close as I’m gonna get in this match. I wanna get into your head studmuffin, know all your secrets and learn all your tricks. I mean after all, lets face it: on paper the two of us don’t really have much of a chance against our opponents since they are supposed to be the toughest and the smartest. But you know what studmuffin? Queenie has gotten here by being tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties and if I get my way I’ll be pinning the brave boys shoulders to the mat for a three count and then we can celebrate a win together. Well you, me and that absolutely delightful man who serves you”
The emphasis on the word “serve” is not the most subtle thing in the world, but she breezes past it with smoothness.
“I know I know, I’m talking a lot about Siddyboo here, but just bear with me naughties. I got all the respect in the world for Maggie, she is a tough girl and proved it by stumping that grumpy old bastard at Combat Evolved and Bertie surprised us all by outfighting Count Gorgeous but they really aren’t relevant to Queenie’s interests in the long run, Siddyboo is. So I’ll just be doing my best to watch him, show him MY moves and make sure the road to our inevitable date is as smooth and enjoyable ride as possible.”
Again, the way she emphasises certain words is pretty unsubtle, but then again, that is Jenny in a nutshell.
“But hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Toodeloo naughties, catch ya later!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and ducks down, returning to tending her bushes.
