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Woman Up
Topic Started: Nov 28 2013, 09:05 AM (82 Views)
Jynx LeVeux
NEWera Rookie
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When she's first seen, Jynx would be sitting on the couch in the hotel room, laptop in her lap and ear buds in her ears as she was bobbing her head to what was presumably music. She was using the touch pad and smirked at something that flashed on the screen before the door opened. Since she was facing the door she could easily see said door open and none other than Eric Donavan coming in with something in his hand. He was dressed nicely, but casually in black jeans and a white hoodie as he closed the door behind him. She herself was dressed comfortably in a pair of black silk pajama pants with a matching spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of black socks to keep her feet warm. She pulled the ear buds from her ears and and stopped her music, sitting up more and setting her laptop aside as she looked to Eric.

Jynx LeVeux: "What have you got there, hon?"

Eric smiled in the manner of someone who had a secret they couldn't wait to share. He tossed the grocery bag to her and let her fish out the magazine within. On the cover of the well-known publication, one of the shots of Jynx and himself, titles held over their shoulders, was on the cover front and center.

Eric Donavan: "That."

She caught the bag and moved to sit back down on the couch before fishing out the magazine and looked to it with a bright smile on her face. They had chosen quite a good picture from the batch that was taken. She jumped up and hugged him while still holding the publication in her hand.

Jynx LeVeux: "It came out better than I had hoped! I was hoping I picked the right dress for the shoot!"

Eric Donavan: "Did I not tell you that you would look great?"

He smirks, catching and embracing her lithe frame with ease.

Eric Donavan: "We'll have to put this one up on the wall...or in the trophy case. Either way, it's a keeper."

Setting her down within the hug before walking over to the couch himself and taking a seat at the end opposite where she'd been, he gestured for her to sit again as well while he queried.

Eric Donavan: "So, did you see what Jeszika had to say?"

Jynx moved over to the couch once more and sat down beside him and her face had considerably darkened at the mention of one Miss Jeszika and a soft growl emanated from her throat. She looked to Eric and just shook her head.

Jynx LeVeux: "Oh yes, I had to see what the lovely little two year old had to say...how easy it is to place the blame on others, no?"

Eric Donavan: "Easier than owning up."

He had apparently seen it, too. Leaning back into the sofa, his arm over the back of it behind her, he met the No Limits Champion's darkened eyes with a firm stare.

Eric Donavan: "What do you plan to say back?"

Jynx leaned into him, needing the soft bit of contact to help keep her calm as her agitation at what was said seen as she crossed her legs right over left at the knee and started bouncing the right one at quite the quickened pace.

Jynx LeVeux: "I plan on puttin' her in her damn place, that's what. She need to learn she messed wit' da wrong girl 'ere. I don' take too kindly ta insults and I canna stand a person so weak and cowardly that dey won't own up to dey own faults and shortcomings. Everyone bound ta loose at some point, so pull up yer damn boots strap, learn from it and move da fuck on..."

Eric Donavan: "Words to live by. Words that led me to my first title here."

Eric lowers his arm around her shoulders and the reaction is near-immediate: Jynx softens a little and curls into his larger frame, her cheek resting on his shoulders as a few deep breaths, inhaling his scent, carry her to a calmer state. The scene distorts and reforms with a shot of her in her ring gear sitting on the back of a couch. Feet on the cushions and the title belt draped over the back of the furniture within reach, she lifts her head and tosses her loose black hair back as she stares into the camera with a half-grin.

Jynx LeVeux: "Ya mad, sugah? Why? Cause ya lost a match and that title? An' here I thought someone o' your mental capacity knew from the get that this here title was a 24/7 kinda championship. Anywhere, anytime, Jezzie. You forgot that an' look where it got ya. An' how do ya go about reactin' to that? By stompin' yer feet an' screamin' an' all dat, as if it'll change the simple fact that ya lost. Time to pull up them pretty pink drawers, buttercup, an' take it like a woman. Did ya hear me bitchin' an' carryin' on when I took my first loss here? Hell no. I figured out what was lackin' upped mah game an' look where it got me."

After putting it where it belongs, Jynx strokes the championship over her shoulder reverently.

Jynx LeVeux: "If it ain't cause I was the better wrestler that I beat ya for this here belt then it was 'cause you weren't up to snuff. Again, ya don't go blamin' all this on Alex Evans cause if ya didn't know, ya should've. I knew. An' when he showed his face, I took advantage. It ain't cause I ain't as good as you are, Jezzie, an' ya can scream it all ya like into cameras, mirrors, whatever. It's cause yer afraid. Afraid to admit that for all the shit you've pulled lately, when it comes time to do what matters in that there ring...you don't stack up to this here lady. An' the proof is in this here belt. All your excuses about distractions an' what-not fall mighty short against this here gold.

Lesser wrestler...that's a good'n, sugah. Gave me a right chuckle firs' time I heard it. Then it made me wanna grind yer face all 'cross that there mat. An' I'm-a do jus' that, mark my words. If Alex Evans wants another slice he can come on down cause, hey, plenty o' me to go 'round. But get it straight: he didn't take nothin' from you, no matter what he said. Only one pinnin' yer shoulders to the canvas was me. I'd tell ya to get that through yer damn skull but from the sound of ya you're still pryin' pieces of that chair I shoved your face through outta there. Sorry 'bout that, but see, that's how these here fights go. As champion, again, ya shoulda known."


Fast-forward from the magazine viewing and it's a few days later, post-Thanksgiving dinner and Jynx is curled up on a more familiar-looking couch, the one in Eric Donavan's own home. Because...of course she was there for dinner. In fact, there had been quite a crowd, but that's a story for another time. It would appear that Eric is fully capable of cooking a bird that gives the ol' food coma because the No Limits Champion is dozing peacefully without a care in the world. Her black peasant skirt reaches down to near her ankles, thick black socks hugging her feet and a similarly-colored sweater, fluffy and warm, rests about her torso. She doesn't stir until she realizes she's being watched by Eric himself, leaning upon the back of the couch with folded arms, contently watching her light slumber.

Eric Donavan: "Hey...already going to call it a night?"

She looks up to him with a dreamy smile and half-lidded eyes as she turns on her back to look up at him more properly, one hand moving to cradle under the back if her head, the other simply coming to rest upon her abdomen. She chuckled and shook her head as she was just napping from helping him cook and the meal itself, it was indeed coma inducing, but not quite yet.

Jynx LeVeux: "Nah, just resting after being up so early ta 'elp ya cook and the like. That and Liam wore me out playin' after dinner."

Eric Donavan: "He doesn't do sleep until he's utterly wiped. Can't imagine how he'll have to be dealt with come school age."

Jynx LeVeux: "Yeah, I have noticed. Boy is gonna be trouble for dem teachers... I can see it now."

Eric chuckles and reaches down, setting his hand upon hers as it rests upon her chest. There's a quiet moment before he speaks again.

Eric Donavan: "Well, you just stay right here. I'm going to clean up after our get-together and then perhaps we can take in a movie if you've the energy. Till then..."

Producing a blanket that had been folded up over the back of the nearby armchair, Eric flipped it out and draped it over Jynx, who almost immediately curled up under it with a soft noise of satisfaction.

Eric Donavan: "...you relax."

Giggling and shaking her head as he places his hand on hers, she lifts it to press a soft kiss to his palm before he draws it away. Smiling as the blanket is draped over her, she curls in and nods, her eyes dipping once again.

Jynx LeVeux: "Mmmm, no problem there, sugar. You jus' yell if'n ya need anythin'."

One of Eric's closest friends, Cole Blaze, is standing at the entrance to the kitchen drawing upon a Guinness as he watches Eric and Lyra's conversation, not even ashamed to eavesdrop as Eric heads back his way and jokingly punches him in the shoulder.

Cole Blaze: "So what's the deal with you an' her, man?"

Eric Donavan: "Lyra?"

Cole Blaze: "No, the fuckin' cat."

Both chuckle as Eric heads back into the kitchen and starts collecting dishes.

Eric Donavan: "She makes me happy. Does anything else matter?"

Jynx hears that comment in her half-sleeping state and a smile again curls her pale lips as we cut back to her in the present, the title taken from her shoulder and set upon her lap.

Jynx LeVeux: "As for Eric...ya mouthed off. No more an' no less. He don' take kindly to that an' hey, who'm I to tell 'im otherwise? When someone flaps their lips like you do, they gotta be held accountable. He'll do it his way and when that bell rings, I'm-a do it mine, understand? An' if you piss him off and he burns off a piece of your ass, ya brought it on yerself. Ya had it right when ya said pride was what made ya spout off. Hurt pride. Hurt cause ya got to thinkin' you were invincible. I done proved that wrong an' ain't go no issue doin' so again. You keep on diggin' that hole an' you'll find there are far worse things than just gettin' your ass beat by yours truly.

That's yer damn problem right there, Jezzie: ya don't think 'fore ya open yer fly-catcher. Eric threatened you? No, he told you that if you had the female equivalent of a set you'd say what ya said on Twitter to his face. Claimin' the like o' me needin' him at ringside is just wishful thinkin' on yer part, too, cause that'd give you some kind o' advantage, wouldn't it? Last I checked, I kicked yer tail without no help from no one. My, my, but we do love our little fantasies, non? For all yer promises, you're runnin' scared cause I did what not even a seven-foot, 350-pound maniac could: put your ass down for the count.

Let's call this what it is, an' that's reestablishin' dominance. Ya saw what Eric did to James Stall, defendin' his title right after winnin' it? Count on me doin' the same. Cause, baby, you ain't no James Stall...and I sure as fuck ain't no Irish Dragon. I'm a big ol' slice of Cajun wildfire that ain't nowhere near done holdin' this title. Alex didn't accomplish shit before an' he won't do it here, neither. You? More likely to trip over your own tongue before you go becomin' champion. Till you get your shit together and start takin' ownership for your fuck-ups and, y'know, stop bein' a coward...you'll never...NEVER...hold this here title again."


Despite her mostly-good humor at the situation after some time to think on it, there's still an edge in her voice.

Jynx LeVeux: "Now ya see Jez...the one thing I can not abide by be cowardice. But, then again, wit the crap you been pullin' as of late... I doubt ya know the meanin', the true meanin', of da word honor. Ya wanna sit der with dat little boy toy of yours and spit how dis and dat be mine or Alex's fault when you just too scared ta admit ta yaself dat you... couldn't...cut it...plain and fuckin simple. I keep sayin' that cause I know once won't do th' trick. Da reason I know dis? Dat be because if you had won...you'd be thankin' dat little fucktard for knockin' my brains out all over dat mat and takin' the credit for the win. Don't bother denyin', sugah, as we all know you be ever da opportunist. So why bash me for somethin' you yaself woulda done iffin the opportunity presented itself? Oh, dat’s right,I be forgettin'... ya a fuckin' hypocrite on top o' bein' a coward..."

Eric steps into the frame now, his hands coming down upon Jynx's shoulders as he stares at the camera through his shades.

Eric Donavan: "Jynx beat you on her own, Jez. Alex didn't hold your shoulders down for three nor did he smash your face into a chair to knock you half-conscious. It was all the Priestess. As for your little yak-yak with Mr. Cantrell, it amounts to little more than a hot wind over rotting garbage for all that's worth. Talk is cheap. You met a true challenge and failed to overcome it. And instead of getting your ass in gear and bettering yourself for the next fight...you do this. You pitch a fucking fit.

Pathetic."


Jynx's right hand goes up to rest on Eric's as she smirks to match his, then turns back to the camera.

Jynx LeVeux: "Look ya Bratz-wannabe...I see ya be trainin' with that guy of yours and getting yourself up ta sunff. That's good. I want ya in top form for when I bend you like Mr. Fantastic. I just have me a feelin' you ain't as flexible as ya look for what I got in store for ya. Maybe I can twist ya into a nice, pretty little bow and deliver ya as a present to that boy of yers. I am sure he'd have loads of fun untyin' ya and makin' ya all recognizable again. You want a fair fight, you got one...same as you got last time. I don't need the Dragon's help to hand you your Tattoo Barbie-lookin' hide. Come this match, let's see if you can own up to the second ass-kickin' you about to receive and take it like the tough-ass chick you claim to be instead of whinin' like some spoiled little brat..."

She swings her legs over the back of the couch and comes to a stand with Eric, both their belts shining where they rest upon their shoulders.

Jynx LeVeux: "...I'm bettin' on the latter."

The scene fades to black.
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