Post by Jaz on Jun 12, 2018 20:33:39 GMT -8
A lower resolution camera view comes into focus to show Jazmin Davis seated Lotus style on a queen sized bed with an overabundance of pillows and stuffed animals. The young woman is extremely dressed down in an oversized Georgia State University sweatshirt; her long black hair pulled up into a bundle upon the top of her head.
”I suppose it’s time to finally address, Miss Mouth Almighty. My Daddy always told me that the loudest person in the room is only lookin’ for attention. The less attention given to them, the more likely they’ll shut the hell up. So that’s why I have purposely went out of my way as to NOT talk about her in any kind of way. But now that we’ve gotten down to zero hour, I have no choice but to put her in a spotlight for a hot minute.”
“I don't know why you're tryin' to get beef with me but if you want it you got it."
She purses her lips defiantly while raising her right eyebrow.
”You need to pump your brakes with your fake Christian Louboutins if you think ANYONE, especially me, is one hundred percent confident of knockin’ you out of the Hollywood Honors Cup tournament. I’m a student of this game, boo boo, and I know for a fact NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE, is perfect. Everyone loses. No one has a prolific career without havin’ losses on their record. Oh but you do know that too because what’s your record?”
“No need to answer that because it’s public knowledge especially since you were shouting it to everyone in earshot upon your return. Anyway, I might not be one hundred percent in my confidence of defeatin’ you tomorrow in our Round Two match up but don’t get it twisted that I’m scared of you in anyway. Shoot, I just know now that you’re an utter and complete cheater. Whether it’s direct or indirect, you will cheat. Maybe your boyfriend will hire yet another hitman like he did in your match against my brother, Troy Maddox? Or maybe you’ll attack me before the match even starts to put me at a physical disadvantage or even put me out the match entirely? I don’t put a thing by you, chick.
Jazmin audibly exhales while rolling her eyes.
“Contrary to your biased belief, you are not the end all/be all of my ’ticket to the top’. Whether I win or loss in this tournament it will not define my Summer spent in California Wrestlin’ Division. Defeatin’ you will be a feather in my hat because yes you do have name recognition in the company. There is no denyin’ the you were one of the first wrestlers around here and have managed to stay relevant. Hmm, so I guess that makes you a CWD somebody by default, huh?”
“Yeah I beat ’the bad boy in the First Round without breakin’ a sweat. Am I to be faulted because I used my wrestlin’ know how and capitalized when my opponent was lackin’? Really, Miss Mouth Almighty? And of course there was no luck involved. One misfire from me, one wrong move on my part, and the match could have been totally different. It could have been me gettin’ pinned. It could have been me that was eliminated in the First Round."
A few strands of hair fall from into her face and she blows the annoying hairs away.
”What makes you think I want your respect? I have never once sought out your approval in anythin’ that I have said or done since arrivin’ in Cali. Beyond our match tomorrow you really don’t exist to me other than bein’ a loudmouth whiney arrogant chick on social media that is overdue for a big dose of reality. So save your hollowed out threats of bein’ the collapse of the Fempire because you’re pumpin’ no fear here.”
“Bring everythin’ you got for Wrestle Clinic Three, Miss Mouth Almighty, because you best believe that I surely plan to as well.”
“Nice for what?”
Jazmin gives the camera a cute eye wink before it cuts out.
”I suppose it’s time to finally address, Miss Mouth Almighty. My Daddy always told me that the loudest person in the room is only lookin’ for attention. The less attention given to them, the more likely they’ll shut the hell up. So that’s why I have purposely went out of my way as to NOT talk about her in any kind of way. But now that we’ve gotten down to zero hour, I have no choice but to put her in a spotlight for a hot minute.”
“I don't know why you're tryin' to get beef with me but if you want it you got it."
She purses her lips defiantly while raising her right eyebrow.
”You need to pump your brakes with your fake Christian Louboutins if you think ANYONE, especially me, is one hundred percent confident of knockin’ you out of the Hollywood Honors Cup tournament. I’m a student of this game, boo boo, and I know for a fact NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE, is perfect. Everyone loses. No one has a prolific career without havin’ losses on their record. Oh but you do know that too because what’s your record?”
“No need to answer that because it’s public knowledge especially since you were shouting it to everyone in earshot upon your return. Anyway, I might not be one hundred percent in my confidence of defeatin’ you tomorrow in our Round Two match up but don’t get it twisted that I’m scared of you in anyway. Shoot, I just know now that you’re an utter and complete cheater. Whether it’s direct or indirect, you will cheat. Maybe your boyfriend will hire yet another hitman like he did in your match against my brother, Troy Maddox? Or maybe you’ll attack me before the match even starts to put me at a physical disadvantage or even put me out the match entirely? I don’t put a thing by you, chick.
Jazmin audibly exhales while rolling her eyes.
“Contrary to your biased belief, you are not the end all/be all of my ’ticket to the top’. Whether I win or loss in this tournament it will not define my Summer spent in California Wrestlin’ Division. Defeatin’ you will be a feather in my hat because yes you do have name recognition in the company. There is no denyin’ the you were one of the first wrestlers around here and have managed to stay relevant. Hmm, so I guess that makes you a CWD somebody by default, huh?”
“Yeah I beat ’the bad boy in the First Round without breakin’ a sweat. Am I to be faulted because I used my wrestlin’ know how and capitalized when my opponent was lackin’? Really, Miss Mouth Almighty? And of course there was no luck involved. One misfire from me, one wrong move on my part, and the match could have been totally different. It could have been me gettin’ pinned. It could have been me that was eliminated in the First Round."
A few strands of hair fall from into her face and she blows the annoying hairs away.
”What makes you think I want your respect? I have never once sought out your approval in anythin’ that I have said or done since arrivin’ in Cali. Beyond our match tomorrow you really don’t exist to me other than bein’ a loudmouth whiney arrogant chick on social media that is overdue for a big dose of reality. So save your hollowed out threats of bein’ the collapse of the Fempire because you’re pumpin’ no fear here.”
“Bring everythin’ you got for Wrestle Clinic Three, Miss Mouth Almighty, because you best believe that I surely plan to as well.”
“Nice for what?”
Jazmin gives the camera a cute eye wink before it cuts out.
