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** "Jenna hits a back kick to the gut and then hits an elbow in the corner and goes for a dropkick but Dawn counters into a Boston Crab. Jenna makes the ropes and Dawn breaks the hold. Once Jenna gets back up, she meets an unsuspecting Dawn with a huge tornado DDT and covers for the surprising win! Winner - Jenna Jameson".......Another week, another win. You know, this mini-roll that our girl Jenna is on....it's forcing people to take notice. Everyone had their pre-concieved notions about her when she signed with the UPW. In just two short weeks, Jenna has managed to carve out a nice little undefeated streak. Not only that, but with her win last week, Jenna has placed herself in contention for the Divas Intercontinental championship. Not bad for someone who has somewhat limited wrestling experience and whom people write off, just because of her background. Now the surprise superstar, the one no one has given much thought to, is poised to skyrocket straight to the top. There is only one thing standing in her way......a triple threat match. Not only is it a triple threat match, but it's a triple threat match with one of the top stars in all of wrestling, and one of the young up and comers. It's a match where the odds aren't really in Jenna's favor, but since when has that ever stopped her? Just like before, this week is going to bring about a familiar tune, one that the worls had better get used to hearing. This week spells another victory for Jenna Jameson, like it or not.** ** The trainers and EMT's rush over to where UPW diva Jenna Jameson is standing next to a fallen, and convlusing Dawn Marie. A look of genuine concern is evident on Jenna's face.** <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Finally! <��`�.(`'�.�{Trainer #1}�.�'�).���`> What seems to be the problem? <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I don't know. One minute, we were tallking and the next, she's grabbing her head and is on the floor. <��`�.(`'�.�{Trainer #1}�.�'�).���`> Did she say exactly what was wrong? <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> No. She's been acting out of the ordinary for the past couple of weeks. <��`�.(`'�.�{Trainer #1}�.�'�).���`> So this has been going on for some time? <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Isn't that what I JUST said? <��`�.(`'�.�{Trainer #1}�.�'�).���`> Ok ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to back up so we can work here. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Fine, whatever. ** Jenna backs up a few feet and watches as the EMTs and backstage trainers start to work on Dawn. After a couple of minutes, they get her loaded onto a stretcher and start to wheel her out of the arena. Jenna runs a hand through her hair and shakes her head slightly as she starts to head down the hall towards her dressing room. She is almost there when she is stopped by the sound of UPW interviewer Jeremy Borash coming towards her.** <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Jenna...... <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> What do you want, Borash? <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Well, I was hoping you would be able to give some insight as to what happened with Dawn Marie? <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> What makes you think I know whats going on? <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Well.....you were the last person to wrestle her and you WERE talking to her at the moment of her collapse. So you must know something. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> So just because I was talking to her when she dropped to the floor, you automatically assume I know everything? Is that it? <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> N......no...I just...... <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Don't, ok? Just don't. All I know is......she's been acting really weird for a couple of weeks, ever since she had that encounter with Kevin and Ariel. So if you want to kno whats wrong, either go to the hospital.......or ask those two. Because really.....thats your only safe bet. Now, unless you had some other questions for me, I just want to get to my dressing room. <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Actually, I was hoping to ask you some questions about your match this week. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Fine. Ask. <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Well, after your win last week, you find yourself facing seemingly improbable odds this week, facing both Ashley Massaro and Trish Stratus at the same time. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Wow Jeremy, you make it sound like I've got everything going against me, and not a damn person on my side. You make it sound like I've got no chance of making it out of Chicago alive. Is that it? Is that what you were implying? <��`�.(`'�.�{Totally Impactful Jeremy Borash}�.�'�).���`> Ummm......... <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> *cutting him off* You know what, save it, ok? The only person's opinion that matters is mine. I know that I have what it takes to win. Screw what everyone else thinks. ** Throwing her hands up in the air, Jenna flounces away from Jeremy and heads off towards her dressing room. Reaching her destination, she opens the door and steps in, almost slamming it shut behind her. Once inside, Jena sighs as she looks up towards the ceiling. Shaking her head, she looks around before walking over to her purse, resting on the glass topped coffee table. Reaching in the front pocket, she pulls out her pink Motorola Razr and flips it open. Hesitating for a moment, she dials a number and raises the phone up to her ear. After a few seconds, she clears her throat and speaks in a clear demeanor.** <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Hey, it's me.....Listen, I know you're in town this week, so I was wondering if you'd maybe want to get together sometime........Yeah? Really?........Cool.......that sounds great.....Um, I'm free this evening, actually.... I've got a photoshoot in a couple hours, some promo shoot.......Yeah, I know, right?........So, I guess I;ll be seeing you later then.......Yeah, you've got my number......Ok........talk to you later...Buh-Bye. ** Taking the phone away from her ear, Jenna clicks it shut. A smile slowly creeps onto her face as she slips the phone back into her purse as the scene fades to black.** ** The scene opens back up a couple of hours later, only instead of the locker room area of the United Center, we find outselves inside of what appears to be a lavishly decorated hotel suite in one of Chicago's poshest hotels. Close, but no cigar. Instead, we're located inside of a local Chicago photographer's studio, which has been rented out for an exclusive shoot. Inside, we see several people, ranging from cameramen to makeup artists to Kraft services personel, all bustling about, serving their purpose in assisting with the photoshoot. The photshoot in question is for popular mens magazine Maxim, and the subject? Why, none other than current UPW diva, former Queen of Adult Entertainment and all around bombshell Jenna Jameson. Jenna is shown perched near the head of the bed, looking nothing short of stuinning in a black velvet-looking bikini. Her platinum locks fall over her shoulders, making her look even more stuinning. The photographer is in his element, shooting a knockout such as Jenna.** <��`�.(`'�.�{The Photographer}�.�'�).���`> Excellent! Beautiful! You are making my job so much easier. Tilt your head to the side like that.....yeah, great! I love the intensity in the eyes......ok, one more......we've got it! ** He clicks the last shot, then sets his camera down. Walking over to the bed, he extends his hand to Jenna, helping her down.** <��`�.(`'�.�{The Photographer}�.�'�).���`> As always, it has been a pleasure. It will be another sellout issue. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> I expect nothing less. ** Jenna laughs as she shakes his hand and starts to walk off the set. Walking over to an empty chare in the makeup and wardrobe area, she grabs a pink robe and lays it on the arm of the chair as she sits down. Letting out a sigh, she runs a hand through her hair as she crosses one leg over the other, aware of the cameras there.**
<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Now that that's out of the way......onto someone actually worth talking about. Trish Stratus.....the legend. The female icon. God's gift to womens wrestling. Trust me, I've heard just about everything that can be said about you this week. I must say Trish.....I'm looking forward to this. I'm looking forward to the chance to step though the ropes against the likes of you. Intimidated? Not really. Anxious? You bet your Canadian ass I am. I see someone like you as a chance to make each and every person in the back stand up and take notice. I see you as the measuring stick around here. But more importantly, I see you as someone who, when I win, people won't be able to stop talking about. Think about it. If I pull off the win this week, a lot will happen. Your undefeated streak will get thrown out the window. People will see me as a legitimate threat, which is good for me, personally. And more importantly, your little ego will have a nice black and blue mark on it, all thanks to a "joke" as you like to call it. I'm not going to sit here and talk all sorts of crap about you, and I'll tell you why. Number one- it's probably what you're expecting me to do. And number two- I actually hold a little amount of respect for you. I see you as one of the best in the business. I respect what you've done for the women in this industry. You've opened a lot of doors that were closed to women before. For that, you have my respect. But that is just about it. I'm not about to get all touchy-feely, spouting something sentimental about you. This match is too damn important to me, and it's one that I intend on winning. <��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Trish, I hope your listening. I hope that you are sitting somewhere within the sound of my voice, because I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen and hear the determination. I want you to look into my eyes. I want you to see that I am no joke. I want you to see that I belong here just as much as you do. Come one. We all know that Ashley doesn't belong here. She hasn't done anything noteworthy to warrant a match like this. I have busted my ass to get where I am today, and I've only just begun. I'm just getting warmed up. You may think you are going to walk through the ropes and walk right out, that it's going to be a stroll on the beach for you. I'm here to tell you......think again. I'm aiming to make things as difficult as possible for you this week. I've already got my next big match lined up, so getting myself on the big stage isn't what I'm concerned about. What I am concerning myself with is making the biggest name for myself that I know how. If I have to step up against you and knock you off of that marble pedestal to do so, then so bet it. Just don't go crying on Oprah when that happens. ** Tossing her hair over her shoulders, Jenna slips the robe on and heads off to the changing area as the scene fades to black.** |
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<��`�.(`'�.�{The Heartbreaker Jenna Jameson}�.�'�).���`> Well, well, well. I guess for once, I let my ego get the better of me. Here I was, sitting back in all of my knockout glory, thinking that this was going to be a match that I would coast through, one that would be mine, just like that. But...I was proven wrong by the opposition. I was beggining to think that I would have it easy. I was starting to think that my opponents would let me down and try and make me look bad by not showing up. Bravisima, ladies, you did the opposite. You have now given me motivation. You have gone and did what everyone before you has done. You brought up the past as an attempt to make yourself seem more important. Isn't that what you did, Ashley? Oh yeah, I caught your little act earlier. Not impressed, sweetie. You are what most people like to refer to as a poser. You pose as a tough girl, but deep down inside.........you are about as cuddly as a new teddy bear. Honestly, your little change in attitude............it doesn't impress me in the least bit. In fact, looking at you, I am reminded of what is wrong with wrestling. You rose to fame by, what....winning a contest where you pranced around, showing your ass? Big deal. I got paid two thousand dollars a movie to do that, and I did it better than you. You are the type of person that people start out cheering for, but then grow tired of. They see you as all style and no substance. You know, like the New Orleans Saints. They are the feel good story of the sports world, being compared to Cinderella. Well, just like Cinderella's time at the ball ran out, and just like New Orleans' time in the post-season will run out, this week, you imaginary world that you live in........it will all come crashing down around you. And no one, not even your boytoy Paul London, will be near a life preserver to save you in time.