Post by Jamilyn Cornett on Aug 26, 2016 18:26:43 GMT -6
[Tokyo, Japan; Thursday, August 25, 2016, 8:34PM Tokyo Time]
{Mood Music: “All You Wanted” by Michelle Branch}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (Off-Camera)>
Weird question: do you ever just watch Tyler sleep and tear up because he's so amazing and you're that happy he's in your life?
When that’s the kind of text I get waking up for a Tokyo night, I can’t help but giggle.
When it’s from the woman I’ve come to consider an equal lover to Tyler, it’s a whole different ball game.
A lot had changed since VoW people last saw me in the ring…I dropped my engagement to Katelyn after basically distancing myself from the whole polyamory aspect (at least publicly...), hooked up with my friend’s ex-husband (with her permission, of course…give me credit, I’m not THAT insensitive), I had a baby girl of my own thanks to an out-of-left-field adoption…
I was the happiest I’d been in years.
I could even tolerate Ace Watson, for the sole reason that he was Tyler’s best friend. Still wasn’t too happy that he caused Kathryne’s darker entity to take her over for a short time, but then, thanks to Dad, I was familiar with that aspect. I was almost hoping Ace would prove me wrong at Breakthrough…the man deserved at least that much.
Well, that and a relationship that didn’t depend on being with a sugar baby, but that was aside from the point.
Every.
Single.
Morning.
My reply was truthful—since meeting Tyler in Dublin, where he’d flown across the ocean just to simply meet me, the two of us had latched onto each other like crazy. I don’t know whether it was our common bond with Jennifer, the fact that we’d both been dicked over by Taryn Willow, or the idea that we didn’t exactly start out getting along….
He still wouldn’t let me blame myself for how we started off, and I won’t dare go into it here. Suffice it to say the both of us had impressions of the other that, through his time with Taryn, showed to be fallacies on both our parts. But in the last three weeks, the two of us had bonded to a point where we were nigh inseparable. Add to that my daughter Remedi being watched by Jen and Stacy while we were on this trip…
I’m doing that with Kat right now…
Katalina Star…my opponent for Breakthrough 50. Along with Holly Madison, known to most people as “Blink”.
The last time we’d tangled in the ring, I’d made the mistake of viewing Kat’s video a few days before the event, where she’d taken some very personal shots despite the respect I’d administered to her in my own Youtube footage. That led me to a more rageful state that, while it may have worked at the time, I dared not repeat. Luckily, I wasn’t the same person I was back then...
Namely thanks to Zoey.
While she and Kat were engaged to be married, to say that I felt the same about her as I do Tyler would be a massive understatement. She wasn’t just a Mistress to me….Zoey was the other half of the puzzle Tyler completed. As much as it hurt to break things off with Kate, I couldn’t deny my feelings, and at the end of the day…
To be fair, I do the same thing with you.
If I’d known then how much that was going to set the pace for the rest of the day I’d have been suaver, but I also had a hunk of a date lying next to me in the bed.
“Jamilyn, you remember you’re off the phone for the day, right?” I had specifically asked him to keep me off the phone at least until we got back to the hotel room. The way Twitter was getting with subtweets, bullying, and nastiness I’ve been plagued with since day one, I needed to take a breather.
“Yes, my love. Just had to give Mistress Zoey a goodnight reminder.”
“Fair enough.”
Almost as if on cue, the phone buzzed, and when I pulled the display up…
#SuperBlush ...y-you do?
*Jameon used Loving Words!
It's super effective!
Zaharacadabra faints!*
That put a smile on my face for possibly the rest of the week. I wanted to say something about capturing her in a Love Ball, but I had made a promise to my boyfriend.
I was determined to show I could keep it.
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[Tokyo, Japan; Friday, August 26, 2016, 1:15PM Tokyo Time]
{Mood Music: “Eye On It” by tobyMac}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (On-Camera)>
The video stopped, and I nodded. I actually hadn’t planned on addressing Kat’s ill-advised tactics, nor was I going to beyond that point. I understood what Kat was attempting, even if it was the wrong way to go about it. And besides, I was in a much different place compared to five or six weeks ago.
Those tactics wouldn’t work on me twice.
“She does have a point, though…history tends to repeat itself. World War 1, the Treaty of Versailles. Several instances in that treaty, including the misappropriation of Germany as the fault of the war when the events that triggered it weren’t anywhere near it, the insult of the very country I’m in that forced them to walk out of the negotiations, the fact that Italy was left with nothing when they were the bloody hosts of the treaty….these factors, among others, contributed to a much worse World War 2. The same could be said of this match; if we approach things the same way that we did last time and assume little difference in the events, we will only make a worse catastrophe for ourselves.”
Little did I know in the preparations for this monologue that far worse events would soon transpire, but I was only looking toward Breakthrough 50.
“The only thing I can think of as to why we’re facing against each other so soon is that our match has become the epitome of what tag team wrestling has become in VoW, and while I’d like to think that’s a positive thing, the fact that neither team in this equation is holding the Twin Cities Championship and isn’t even scheduled for a match against them….well, no, I can’t accept that explanation. What the four of us can do is up the ante and show the Visionaries of Wrestling….nay, show the entire world what made the last time an instant classic and how we’re going to step it up from there.
”Breakthrough 50 is a landmark occasion under the stars, but it’s also a place to set off our own shooting stars to bring light to new opportunities.
“The last time we met, ladies, it was about respect.
“This time…an entire division is on the line.
“Let’s up the ante.”
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[Private Jet; Sunday, August 28, 2016, 12:54AM EDT]
{Mood Music: “Pocketful of Sunshine” by Natasha Bedingfield}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (Off-Camera)>
The box sat unopened on the counter of the bathroom.
I’d been staring at it for a while, considering my options.
About a week after I started seeing Tyler was when my period was supposed to start. It had been two full weeks, and still no sign. I had initially attributed it to higher stress than normal, what with taking a baby from my step-parents and all…but if anything my stresses had decreased.
That only left one other option.
The option I’d been told after my…let’s call it ‘forced miscarriage’ from my stepfather was impossible.
I’d never done this before….in the five years since Josh’s death, my period had been clockwork. This was the first time it’d been late at all…
I called the doctor’s office where I had my appointment. After a few rings, I heard a polite voice. “Metropolitan Hospital Center, how may we help you?”
“Yes, I’m calling about an appointment I made for the 1st, wanting to verify it?” I gave the woman my name and waited a moment.
“I’m sorry, Jamilyn, but there’s been a miscommunication. Your appointment’s not until the seventh.”
“WHAT?!?” I screamed. “I was specifically told the first! I have a match this coming Friday, I’ve never been late for a period in my life…by the time you see me, it’s going to be too late, I might as well consider myself on the next cycle! And what caused this to happen anyway?”
“With the Labor Day holiday coming up, appointments were switched around. Those not considered a priority case were delayed until later. Your home was contacted last Monday for—“
“I’ve been out of town since the Saturday before at the very least! And how is a period being late from a person whose uterus is so scarred she’s not even supposed to have kids anymore NOT a priority?!?”
“I’m sorry, Jamilyn, but there’s nothing I can—“
I hung up the phone and threw it onto my bed in the next room, burying my face into my hands. I was hoping to have an answer to go to Ryan with prior to Breakthrough on why I was going to have to back out. But without a medical signoff regarding it…
My attention drew back to the box.
It was now or never.
In two minutes…I would know how my life would go from today going forward.
I couldn’t say anything just yet, at least not until after Breakthrough…
But at the very least, I would know for sure I wasn’t.
I mean, Txanton had broken me to the point where I couldn’t sustain life inside me. That had shaped my whole being…to the point where our World Champion had given me a name with the intent of me potentially joining the Horsewomen.
I may have been a catalyst for miracles for everyone else…but they couldn’t happen to me.
Could they?
{Mood Music: “All You Wanted” by Michelle Branch}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (Off-Camera)>
Weird question: do you ever just watch Tyler sleep and tear up because he's so amazing and you're that happy he's in your life?
When that’s the kind of text I get waking up for a Tokyo night, I can’t help but giggle.
When it’s from the woman I’ve come to consider an equal lover to Tyler, it’s a whole different ball game.
A lot had changed since VoW people last saw me in the ring…I dropped my engagement to Katelyn after basically distancing myself from the whole polyamory aspect (at least publicly...), hooked up with my friend’s ex-husband (with her permission, of course…give me credit, I’m not THAT insensitive), I had a baby girl of my own thanks to an out-of-left-field adoption…
I was the happiest I’d been in years.
I could even tolerate Ace Watson, for the sole reason that he was Tyler’s best friend. Still wasn’t too happy that he caused Kathryne’s darker entity to take her over for a short time, but then, thanks to Dad, I was familiar with that aspect. I was almost hoping Ace would prove me wrong at Breakthrough…the man deserved at least that much.
Well, that and a relationship that didn’t depend on being with a sugar baby, but that was aside from the point.
Every.
Single.
Morning.
My reply was truthful—since meeting Tyler in Dublin, where he’d flown across the ocean just to simply meet me, the two of us had latched onto each other like crazy. I don’t know whether it was our common bond with Jennifer, the fact that we’d both been dicked over by Taryn Willow, or the idea that we didn’t exactly start out getting along….
He still wouldn’t let me blame myself for how we started off, and I won’t dare go into it here. Suffice it to say the both of us had impressions of the other that, through his time with Taryn, showed to be fallacies on both our parts. But in the last three weeks, the two of us had bonded to a point where we were nigh inseparable. Add to that my daughter Remedi being watched by Jen and Stacy while we were on this trip…
I’m doing that with Kat right now…
Katalina Star…my opponent for Breakthrough 50. Along with Holly Madison, known to most people as “Blink”.
The last time we’d tangled in the ring, I’d made the mistake of viewing Kat’s video a few days before the event, where she’d taken some very personal shots despite the respect I’d administered to her in my own Youtube footage. That led me to a more rageful state that, while it may have worked at the time, I dared not repeat. Luckily, I wasn’t the same person I was back then...
Namely thanks to Zoey.
While she and Kat were engaged to be married, to say that I felt the same about her as I do Tyler would be a massive understatement. She wasn’t just a Mistress to me….Zoey was the other half of the puzzle Tyler completed. As much as it hurt to break things off with Kate, I couldn’t deny my feelings, and at the end of the day…
To be fair, I do the same thing with you.
If I’d known then how much that was going to set the pace for the rest of the day I’d have been suaver, but I also had a hunk of a date lying next to me in the bed.
“Jamilyn, you remember you’re off the phone for the day, right?” I had specifically asked him to keep me off the phone at least until we got back to the hotel room. The way Twitter was getting with subtweets, bullying, and nastiness I’ve been plagued with since day one, I needed to take a breather.
“Yes, my love. Just had to give Mistress Zoey a goodnight reminder.”
“Fair enough.”
Almost as if on cue, the phone buzzed, and when I pulled the display up…
#SuperBlush ...y-you do?
*Jameon used Loving Words!
It's super effective!
Zaharacadabra faints!*
That put a smile on my face for possibly the rest of the week. I wanted to say something about capturing her in a Love Ball, but I had made a promise to my boyfriend.
I was determined to show I could keep it.
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[Tokyo, Japan; Friday, August 26, 2016, 1:15PM Tokyo Time]
{Mood Music: “Eye On It” by tobyMac}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (On-Camera)>
Tripods.
Normally I hate using these damn things, but in this particular situation, I felt it necessary to create a more organic experience for my promo. Since I’d used the Pokemon Trainer costume for Heatstroke, it was fair to use my Punk Princess Peach costume this time around. But to set the tone this time, I started with a drink from my Question Block flash.
Tang, people. Come on….
“Akihabara District, Tokyo, Japan. Arugably the Otaku capital of the world. So much geek and nerd stuff goes on here, they even made a videogame depicting such. Granted, the game turned out to be nothing more than stripping vampires naked so they disappear, but then, I’m a quirky girl like that. It actually sounds like a game Katalina Star would be very interested in, assuming she was ever into video games. If you’re gonna get Akiba’s Trip, though, I highly recommend the PS4’s Undead and Undressed version…lot more options open up in the game then.
“It’s interesting, though, that Casa de Kami have to face off against Katalina and Blink again. Like, are the promoters really this out of ideas already that they have to rehash an idea from three shows ago? This is the EXACT problem we were just talking about on Heatstroke; the tag team division is a joke! Look at the teams involved already. Chaossworn—two amazing women who have both the Quest for the Case briefcase and the Visionary World Championship, and women who I respect in VoW more than most. This isn’t a dig at them, they at least have reason not to focus on the Twin Cities Championship. Animal Instinct: an overzealous man living in the past and a woman who, had she not pulled the bullshit she did, you people wouldn’t even be seeing me in a VoW ring right now, but also a team that has been handedly defeated by a Starpoint Girl as well. So they’re not exactly much to admire. Then we have Saint City Affinity, a team that, after their little brat cheated to get the win for them, YOU WOULD THINK would stick around for their inevitable shot at the Twin Cities Championship, but nope, soon as Prickmynuts lost his precious title, they both skidaddled out of here. Funny thing is, last I heard they got dethroned as the heads of the Affinity, so you’ll have to forgive me if I chuckle a bit at how fall the ‘mighty’ have fallen. The only other team that currently exists as a full-time unit is Kat and Blink, and we’ve already beaten them once before. We could go on about how Stacy Jones and Katie Moicelle could challenge for the titles as a team or how Zahara Matisse and Constance Chaplan should team up full time, or even how Tristan Ambrose and Space Wastin’ could put their little Zero Gravity Championship trials aside just to challenge for the titles in question, but as it stands now, Casa de Kami is the only team that’s capable of challenging the Neon Babes for their championship at the moment. We can’t go another supercard without the Twin Cities Championship being defended. For Christ's sake, every championship was represented in some capacity on Heatstroke save for the Twin Cities, and that should never happen!"
I don’t know why, but inspiration suddenly struck. I went off the camera for a bit and grabbed my plush Bowser that Tyler had been so sweet to get me during one of our shopping trips. The man had bought enough where, once we moved back to Alabama, I was going to need my own room just for the plush toys he’d gotten me.
“And that’s not all! Even my little buddy Bowser here thinks this is ri—what’s that, Bowser? You have a message from Kate? Well how can I resist that?”
I positioned my phone in between his hands and pushed play on the pre-prompted video. Earlier in the week Kate managed to record something for me to use in this monologue with the specific instruction that I wasn’t supposed to play it until I was in the middle of my work, and I was interested to see how it’d play out.
“So if you're playing this Jami, I just wanted to put a couple cents in here. We need to remind our opponents of how history repeats itself. Last time we faced off, Kat, you went to some pretty low means to try to get Jami distracted, but what happened was you got her so pissed, she practically owned your ass while Blink was left the helpless victim of Stereophonics in the end. Sure, you fought hard, but what you thought was going to distract Jami only ignited her passion and made it possible to stand up to you. Just saying, but I'd choose my words carefully this time if I were you. I’m sure you don’t want two matches against us in a row where your words come back to bite you in the ass. So let's just lay it on the line here, you come at us like that again and it'll just piss us both off. If you think I'm lying, just wait till you see what I've got to say. Jami, hope you're doing well in Japan and I'll see you when you get back.”
Normally I hate using these damn things, but in this particular situation, I felt it necessary to create a more organic experience for my promo. Since I’d used the Pokemon Trainer costume for Heatstroke, it was fair to use my Punk Princess Peach costume this time around. But to set the tone this time, I started with a drink from my Question Block flash.
Tang, people. Come on….
“Akihabara District, Tokyo, Japan. Arugably the Otaku capital of the world. So much geek and nerd stuff goes on here, they even made a videogame depicting such. Granted, the game turned out to be nothing more than stripping vampires naked so they disappear, but then, I’m a quirky girl like that. It actually sounds like a game Katalina Star would be very interested in, assuming she was ever into video games. If you’re gonna get Akiba’s Trip, though, I highly recommend the PS4’s Undead and Undressed version…lot more options open up in the game then.
“It’s interesting, though, that Casa de Kami have to face off against Katalina and Blink again. Like, are the promoters really this out of ideas already that they have to rehash an idea from three shows ago? This is the EXACT problem we were just talking about on Heatstroke; the tag team division is a joke! Look at the teams involved already. Chaossworn—two amazing women who have both the Quest for the Case briefcase and the Visionary World Championship, and women who I respect in VoW more than most. This isn’t a dig at them, they at least have reason not to focus on the Twin Cities Championship. Animal Instinct: an overzealous man living in the past and a woman who, had she not pulled the bullshit she did, you people wouldn’t even be seeing me in a VoW ring right now, but also a team that has been handedly defeated by a Starpoint Girl as well. So they’re not exactly much to admire. Then we have Saint City Affinity, a team that, after their little brat cheated to get the win for them, YOU WOULD THINK would stick around for their inevitable shot at the Twin Cities Championship, but nope, soon as Prickmynuts lost his precious title, they both skidaddled out of here. Funny thing is, last I heard they got dethroned as the heads of the Affinity, so you’ll have to forgive me if I chuckle a bit at how fall the ‘mighty’ have fallen. The only other team that currently exists as a full-time unit is Kat and Blink, and we’ve already beaten them once before. We could go on about how Stacy Jones and Katie Moicelle could challenge for the titles as a team or how Zahara Matisse and Constance Chaplan should team up full time, or even how Tristan Ambrose and Space Wastin’ could put their little Zero Gravity Championship trials aside just to challenge for the titles in question, but as it stands now, Casa de Kami is the only team that’s capable of challenging the Neon Babes for their championship at the moment. We can’t go another supercard without the Twin Cities Championship being defended. For Christ's sake, every championship was represented in some capacity on Heatstroke save for the Twin Cities, and that should never happen!"
I don’t know why, but inspiration suddenly struck. I went off the camera for a bit and grabbed my plush Bowser that Tyler had been so sweet to get me during one of our shopping trips. The man had bought enough where, once we moved back to Alabama, I was going to need my own room just for the plush toys he’d gotten me.
“And that’s not all! Even my little buddy Bowser here thinks this is ri—what’s that, Bowser? You have a message from Kate? Well how can I resist that?”
I positioned my phone in between his hands and pushed play on the pre-prompted video. Earlier in the week Kate managed to record something for me to use in this monologue with the specific instruction that I wasn’t supposed to play it until I was in the middle of my work, and I was interested to see how it’d play out.
“So if you're playing this Jami, I just wanted to put a couple cents in here. We need to remind our opponents of how history repeats itself. Last time we faced off, Kat, you went to some pretty low means to try to get Jami distracted, but what happened was you got her so pissed, she practically owned your ass while Blink was left the helpless victim of Stereophonics in the end. Sure, you fought hard, but what you thought was going to distract Jami only ignited her passion and made it possible to stand up to you. Just saying, but I'd choose my words carefully this time if I were you. I’m sure you don’t want two matches against us in a row where your words come back to bite you in the ass. So let's just lay it on the line here, you come at us like that again and it'll just piss us both off. If you think I'm lying, just wait till you see what I've got to say. Jami, hope you're doing well in Japan and I'll see you when you get back.”
The video stopped, and I nodded. I actually hadn’t planned on addressing Kat’s ill-advised tactics, nor was I going to beyond that point. I understood what Kat was attempting, even if it was the wrong way to go about it. And besides, I was in a much different place compared to five or six weeks ago.
Those tactics wouldn’t work on me twice.
“She does have a point, though…history tends to repeat itself. World War 1, the Treaty of Versailles. Several instances in that treaty, including the misappropriation of Germany as the fault of the war when the events that triggered it weren’t anywhere near it, the insult of the very country I’m in that forced them to walk out of the negotiations, the fact that Italy was left with nothing when they were the bloody hosts of the treaty….these factors, among others, contributed to a much worse World War 2. The same could be said of this match; if we approach things the same way that we did last time and assume little difference in the events, we will only make a worse catastrophe for ourselves.”
Little did I know in the preparations for this monologue that far worse events would soon transpire, but I was only looking toward Breakthrough 50.
“The only thing I can think of as to why we’re facing against each other so soon is that our match has become the epitome of what tag team wrestling has become in VoW, and while I’d like to think that’s a positive thing, the fact that neither team in this equation is holding the Twin Cities Championship and isn’t even scheduled for a match against them….well, no, I can’t accept that explanation. What the four of us can do is up the ante and show the Visionaries of Wrestling….nay, show the entire world what made the last time an instant classic and how we’re going to step it up from there.
”Breakthrough 50 is a landmark occasion under the stars, but it’s also a place to set off our own shooting stars to bring light to new opportunities.
“The last time we met, ladies, it was about respect.
“This time…an entire division is on the line.
“Let’s up the ante.”
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[Private Jet; Sunday, August 28, 2016, 12:54AM EDT]
{Mood Music: “Pocketful of Sunshine” by Natasha Bedingfield}
<Perspective: Jamilyn Cornett (Off-Camera)>
The box sat unopened on the counter of the bathroom.
I’d been staring at it for a while, considering my options.
About a week after I started seeing Tyler was when my period was supposed to start. It had been two full weeks, and still no sign. I had initially attributed it to higher stress than normal, what with taking a baby from my step-parents and all…but if anything my stresses had decreased.
That only left one other option.
The option I’d been told after my…let’s call it ‘forced miscarriage’ from my stepfather was impossible.
I’d never done this before….in the five years since Josh’s death, my period had been clockwork. This was the first time it’d been late at all…
I called the doctor’s office where I had my appointment. After a few rings, I heard a polite voice. “Metropolitan Hospital Center, how may we help you?”
“Yes, I’m calling about an appointment I made for the 1st, wanting to verify it?” I gave the woman my name and waited a moment.
“I’m sorry, Jamilyn, but there’s been a miscommunication. Your appointment’s not until the seventh.”
“WHAT?!?” I screamed. “I was specifically told the first! I have a match this coming Friday, I’ve never been late for a period in my life…by the time you see me, it’s going to be too late, I might as well consider myself on the next cycle! And what caused this to happen anyway?”
“With the Labor Day holiday coming up, appointments were switched around. Those not considered a priority case were delayed until later. Your home was contacted last Monday for—“
“I’ve been out of town since the Saturday before at the very least! And how is a period being late from a person whose uterus is so scarred she’s not even supposed to have kids anymore NOT a priority?!?”
“I’m sorry, Jamilyn, but there’s nothing I can—“
I hung up the phone and threw it onto my bed in the next room, burying my face into my hands. I was hoping to have an answer to go to Ryan with prior to Breakthrough on why I was going to have to back out. But without a medical signoff regarding it…
My attention drew back to the box.
It was now or never.
In two minutes…I would know how my life would go from today going forward.
I couldn’t say anything just yet, at least not until after Breakthrough…
But at the very least, I would know for sure I wasn’t.
I mean, Txanton had broken me to the point where I couldn’t sustain life inside me. That had shaped my whole being…to the point where our World Champion had given me a name with the intent of me potentially joining the Horsewomen.
I may have been a catalyst for miracles for everyone else…but they couldn’t happen to me.
Could they?
