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Record: 4
- 3
Total Points: 1
Title: No Titles
Fed: PWR
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 116lbs
Wrestling Style: Martial Artist, Luchador, Technical
Alignment: Face
Experience: Rookie
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Jessica Samantha James, also sometimes known simply as Jay, is a relatively new American professional wrestler who is signed with Phoenix Wrestling Revolution. A self confessed dork and typical loser. Jessica has few ambitions and steers clear of serious conversations and people in general. She was talked into joining the roster of PWR via her mentor, former World Champion Latrisha.
Roleplays:
From The Depths Of Obscurity
Team Work, SMEAM Work
A Bit Of Resolve
Superstar In The Making? Uh, Maybe Not!
Be Your Best Friend...
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Superstar In The Making? Uh, Maybe Not!
Paradise Valley, Phoenix
Jessica James’ Residence
BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.
Hellooooooooooooooo Phoenix! This is Scott Fresh giving you the FRESH Friday news! I’ve got--
Jessica slammed her fist down on the alarm clock and gave it a loud angry grunt as it fell off the edge of the dresser. “Too early. Toooo early,” she mumbled and rolled over so she could wrap herself deeper under the warm sheets.
The alarm went off again and this time she tried to ignore it, covering her ears in a desperate attempt to get a few more measly moments of sleep. Everything in her ranch style rented home had either been a gift or something she grabbed at a low Walmart price. Her mentor’s husband Bradley Angeles was the owner of the estate, otherwise, she might not have been able to afford it on a monthly basis. Compared to her last residence in Memphis, a tiny trailer in the middle of nowhere, her Paradise Valley home was wonderful.
That was the only reason she begrudgingly slipped out of the warmth of her covers and picked up the stupid little alarm clock her mother had given her as a house warming gift. She placed it back in its rightful place near her queen sized bed, another thing her mother had given her, and lazily stretched out her limbs until she felt strong enough to stand to her feet. She knew it was only a matter of time before her ambitious manager came knocking on her door interrupting her beauty rest.
Speaking of which, in the kitchen Joseph Brown poured himself a cup of coffee in an ugly mug he picked up at some random store on the drive home from Vegas. Like most people he knew he couldn’t function right before having that first slow sip. It was bitter and hot, the way he enjoyed it, and he stood there for a moment staring out the window, his eyes full of sleep, completely content with life. It was going to be a big week for his client Jessica. Her star was rising every day, and it was all thanks to him. His boss Bradley was sure to be pleased with Jessica’s ever increasing popularity. Soon, he’d be able to get himself another client and he wouldn’t have to play babysitter anymore. That thought invigorated him, making his lips curl up in a very sly grin.
Jessica came stomping up behind him, her skinny form nude save a pair of skimpy boy shorts and wife beater that left little to the imagination. “Who the heck said I wanted to wake up this early?! It’s TOO EARLY!” Her voice, usually saturated in sugary Southern drawl, was hoarse and thick with sleep.
Joseph blinked a few times, a smile still on his face, and offered her his cup. “Have some?”
Jessica swatted at it like it was a bug. “I just wanna go back to sleep. Pllleasseee? Purty please?”
“No. We’ve got a photo shoot, an poster signing session, and a house show to start off the week. Were gonna be busy, busy, busy, so just have to get used to waking up early in the morning,” he explained, and took another sip of his coffee. He closed up his blue robe and focused his attention on the black liquid in his mug. He didn’t find Jessica overtly attractive, but he was a man, and she was a woman. She was also apparently oblivious to the fact that her boobs could render a man helpless at the right time in the morning.
“Can’t I just enjoy being a PWR super star in obscurity without having to do the whole glamorous diva stuff?” Jessica complained as she hunted down an extra mug in the overhead cabinets.
Joseph kept his eyes trained on his mug. “No. Besides, the most strenuous thing you’ll be doing today is a magazine cover. It’ll get the company and you, more importantly, major attention. You’re a pretty girl with a pretty body, and bonus-- you don’t look anything like a wrestler. Consider it a compliment these people want to pay you for posing in their magazine.”
“Please. Heriberto is probably pulling the strings. I’m not that stupid,” she told him and rolled her eyes.
“Ok, so maybe he is, but still. Business is business. Photo shoots and interviews are all apart of being a professional wrestler. It comes with the territory. Were taking you from being some random indy wrestler to being a big, big, superstar. Bare with me on this,” Joseph plead as Jessica began to pout. “It’s only a few hours of your life.”
Jessica poured a massive amount of sugar in her coffee and followed it with some creamer. “Hours? UGGHHH...” She stirred the hot liquid with a silver spoon and then finally sipped when it was just right.
Joseph sighed. “Fine, I’ll buy you something if you cooperate. You know what.”
“Wait…do you mean what I think you mean?” Jessica asked in an anticipatory manner as she stepped toward Joseph cautiously. “Seriously?!”
“Yes. I’ll buy you Katamari Forever, the Japanese version,” Joseph told her in a weary voice.
Jessica squealed in excitement. “You’ve got yourself a deal! I am SOOOO ready to work now! Take me to work, right now. This INSTANT! As a matter of a fact, just take me to the arena so I can kick EVERYBODY’S ass in that eight man tag match right this instant!”
Joseph held a hand to his suddenly throbbing temple. “I’m happy a video game excites you that much Jess, I really am, but can’t you at least wait until I finish my coffee?”
“Well hurry up! We don’t have all day!”
<+>
Horizon City, Texas
Hawk Henshaw’s Private Estate
El Gallego, otherwise known as the legendary Hawk Henshaw, sat proudly in his favorite chair at his massive Texas estate, his legs outstretched. His signature mask covered his face. He couldn’t be comfortable in front of the cameras the way he wanted to be, but at least he could curl up and take a breather. Jessica had a fond memory of the former “Experience” before he became El Gallego again. He was handsome, successful, and insanely talented; the exact opposite of herself, it seemed. She was honored that he helped her get her feet off the ground, and now here she was making a photo shoot with him.
Jessica emerged into the foray in a form fitting Wonder Woman costume, her make up giving her face a nice glow. “This is pretty awesome! Damn! I think your house is bigger than Trishy’s. Don’t tell her I said that though. She‘d just deny, deny, deny.”
El Gallego nodded and gave her the thumbs up. Jessica giggled at his gesture. “You really can’t talk, huh?” Jessica sincerely asked and pouted. “That must suck. I mean, how’re you supposed to tell the dentist it hurts if you can’t speak? Damn, that’s not fair!” she suddenly angrily stated. “That’s why I hate the dentist!”
El Gallego frowned in confused at Jessica’s odd statement. He pointed at her costume and Jessica’s mood immediately changed to glee. She smiled and poked her hip out as she made a theatrical pose. “Cool, huh? The photographer thought it’s be funny and make me seem corky. People like corky, he said. I really wanted to be Penelo from Final Fantasy twelve but he said that’d be lame. Anyway, we argued, but he won. Guess that’s how it goes! I’m happy though. I look good, right? I mean, I know I don’t have hips and my breasts are small, but I can totally pull this off, right?”
El Gallego tried to keep up with Jessica’s excessive talking, but zoned out for a majority of her large speech, only nodding his head briefly when she was done. “Thanks! You’re so nice Heriberto. I swear. I dunno why Trishy says all those mean things about you! You‘re a doll.”
“Hmm?” Jessica asked as El Gallego pointed at her. “Oh, she just said that you’re a mute now and she laughed at your misfortune and stuff. She was being mean. That’s just how she is. I’ve accepted it. She beat me up last week. Can you believe her? Don‘t tell her I said that either.”
“OK people!” Marcus Cullen, photographer of Pro Wrestling Illustrated shouted as he sashayed into the room. “Were all set up in here. Jessica, you look fantastically orgasmic!” he exclaimed in a very high pitched voice, his words punctuated with a French accent. “El Gallego, not so bad yourself either you LEGEND. Now, let us get the show on the road, as they say.” He grabbed Jessica by the arm in a loose grip and she clumsily followed him into the revamped living room, her tiara falling all out of her hair.
El Gallego followed at his own pace and stopped at the doorway as he examined what the camera crew had done to his living room. A majority of the furniture had been moved and a large white screen with a PWR logo in the background was put in front of the fireplace. There were numerous lights and cameras set up and crew members were moving to and fro seemingly busy with tasks. He nodded his head at the work.
Father Santiago approached him with a smile on his face. “This is magnificent. Imagine the number of magazines you’ll sell for PWI. However, why do you insist on sharing your glory with that woman?” Father Santiago asked as he looked over his shoulder. Jessica is seen looking in awe at the set around her, her hair disheveled by the out of place tiara.
El Gallego pointedly motioned his head at Father Santiago, and he understood him immediately. “Fine, fine! She can stay, but I‘m sick of her already.” They both watched as Joseph Brown, Jessica’s part time manager, approached them in an easy stride.
“Things look good don’t they?” Joseph asked and shook hands with both men. “I apologize for Jessica’s demeanor beforehand Mr. Gallego. She can be annoying and can talk too much, and can generally be a pain in the ass, but she means no harm.”
“El Gallego understands this and has seen your client’s annoying pain in the ass behavior already,” Father Santiago briskly replied.
Joseph nodded. “This is pretty big,” he commented to nobody in particular as he joined the men in appreciating the view. “Thank you for posing alongside Jessica for the cover. It could really help boost her career, and you didn’t have to be so kind.”
“El Gallego understands he is putting Jessica’s career on another level simply by having her pose next to his awesomeness. Jessica is his protégé, after all, something that harlot Latrisha neglects to mention in passing.”
“You’re right. El Gallego is just as much her mentor as Latrisha. It‘s important people understand how versatile that girl is in the ring. She can take away the rookie of the year prize if she plays her cards right.” Joseph’s eyes lit up at the assessment. Jessica becoming rookie of the year would be a major bonus straight to his pocket.
El Gallego nodded strongly at that. Father Santiago seemed unimpressed. After a moment more of talk El Gallego walked onto the set and was met with generous applause by the appreciative crew members. The hair stylist teased Jessica’s locks so she had a big voluminous bump of hair that sat behind her phony tiara. She joined El Gallego on the set as soon as she was done, but got no applause. She pouted and crossed her arms underneath her chest.
“Nice set, huh? They really went all out. Most of this is for you, but it sure is nice to be here. My mom just about hollered for five minutes on the phone she was so excited,” Jessica shyly confessed as she kicked at the white floor that was identical to the background behind them and continued to pout her thin lips. “Yep. She was pretty ex-freakin’-cited.”
El Gallego tapped her on the arm and gave her a gentle nudge on the chin. Jessica smiled, understanding he was trying to cheer her up. It took a long time to get the cover material shot the photographer was looking for, and it was all mostly thanks to Jessica’s deer-caught-in-the-headlights look in each one of the shots. El Gallego maintained his patience though and thankfully, so did almost everyone else on set, save one in particular.
When the photo shoot had ended El Gallego shook Jessica’s hand and gave her his most up to date phone number. Jessica reluctantly slipped in the limo Joseph had rented and waved goodbye as they left Hawk’s beautiful estate. Joseph was steaming from Jessica’s poor performance on the set. If she couldn’t handle a simple wrestling photo shoot how was she going to handle anything else? They traveled towards their next publicity event mostly in silence. Jessica didn’t understand the purpose of being driven in such a showy vehicle, especially considering she was nobody special, but she appreciated Joseph’s effort to make her feel like a real star.
“Stop twittering or whatever the hell you’re doin’,” Joseph scolded Jessica as he watched her play on her phone. “It’s annoying.”
“I’m just doin’ a quick tweet,” she promptly said in defense. “It’s nothing serious. Besides, my sixteen-- wait-- seventeen followers need to know what I’m doin’ every second of the day, otherwise, they’re lost.”
Joseph angrily shook his head. “Have you spoken to Fujiko like I told you to?”
“YES! Oh my gosh! That girl is awesome. She tweets like, more than I do. Did you know she-”
“I mean did you speak to her about the match?” he asked curtly and snatched the phone away from Jessica.
Jessica frowned at Joseph‘s rudeness, but she was beginning to get used to him being snappy. It was no different than how her ex treated her after she did something stupid. “Yea, sure. She said not to worry and stuff, that she’d kick ass and all that. I just typed back ‘l-o-l’.”
“You’re really useless, you know that?”
“Look, you told me to try to be more of a PWR Superstar, and this is what all the COOL superstars are doing. They have twitter accounts, and write columns, and they’re awesome. Me? I’m a nobody. I’m just me-- Jessica Fuckin’ James. So excuse me for tryin’ to keep up with trends. Maybe I should just go sit down until Sunday. That sound good?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Joseph responded. “Opening that twitter account was clever, I’ll give you that, but when I said I wanted you to be a superstar, I meant I wanted you in fashion campaigns and commercials. Shit like that.”
“Basically, like El Gallego?”
“Yes!” Joseph said with enthusiasm, happy Jessica was finally getting it. “However, in order to get to that level of superstardom, you need to be a star people LOVE. One loss won’t matter in the scheme of things. What does matter is that you still have the attention of the world focusing on you, win or loss. People don’t care if someone like William or Robb McBride loses. They’re famous stars. One loss won’t matter in the scheme of things. But for you? It could be disastrous.”
“You’re basically telling me winning is the equivalent of being a big superstar?”
“I’m saying it will help you on your way to superstardom.”
Jessica sighed and sat back. “Why can’t average be good enough?”
“Average talent gets paid average minimum wage. You have the ability to be a superb talent, and I’m not stopping until you’ve reached your maximum potential.”
“Fine. Whatever. Can I have my phone back now?”
Joseph considered her request. “No.”
<+>
Colorado Springs, Colorado
CS High School Gymnasium
PXW was an independent Colorado-based federation that held shows in the local school gymnasium every other Saturday. The biggest star they had was called The Masked Menace, a virtual nobody with little more than a moderately decent move set to boast aside from his dozens of fans. Jessica herself didn’t think she was doing too much better than that, but Joseph decided to take advantage of the situation. Compared to The Masked Menace Jessica was a hot new talent on a meteoric rise to superstardom. The small promotion was more than happy to host a poster signing session with PWR’s Jessica James, and even more enthralled with the idea of her addressing the locals in their ring. The media machine would work both ways in this scenario and Joseph could not be more pleased with himself for arranging the entire coup.
Jessica patiently signed poster after poster for the fans willing to stand in line. She was pleasantly surprised by how many people actually showed up just to see her. It gave her ever-waning ego a nice little boost that left her smiling for hours on end, long after the session had ended and the show went on. Backstage she was something of a big shot posing for photographs with lesser known wrestler’s and offering advice -if- she could. When the lights dimmed and “Goodnight Moon” by Shivaree played Jessica was smiling brightly. The crowd had grown considerably since her signing session earlier on in the day. It was nothing compared to the stadiums PWR inhabited, but to think that her name was able to move so many asses into seats was touching.
She was handed the microphone from the announcer and waited a moment for the riotous applause to die down. “It means a lot to me that you could all come out today, seriously. You could’ve been anywhere else, so really, thank you, thank you.” The crowd gave her another loud pop.
“I just want to thank everyone in Premier Xtreme Wrestling for allowing me to be at this here event,” she said and the mentioning of the local federation got an even louder pop. “It’s awesome traveling on the road and meeting different people every day, but I gotta tell you, this place is one of the best I’ve seen in quite some while. You guys should definitely show as much support to PXW as possible. This place could be the next rising federation if you play your cards right, seriously.”
“Anyway, I uh, was given this opportunity to welcome you all to the next Phoenix Wrestling Revolution event.” Another loud pop. “It’ll be held at the World Arena two days from today, and it’s my understanding that tickets are still on sale. I blame that on me not being in the main event-- oh no, just kidding!” she laughed and some in the crowd laughed with her. “I’m not that vain. Not yet anyway. But uh, one of the reasons I signed with PWR was because of the immense amount of care that goes into each and every show. The wrestler’s really care for their craft, and they love putting on a good show. So please, please, come out if you can.” Jessica paused for a moment and the crowd responded in a mixture of cheers, applause, and others shouting out things. She soaked in the excitement of the atmosphere a bit, a smile still on her face.
“You wanna know about my match?” she repeated after a fan in the front row asked the question. “Well uh, if my understanding is correct, I’m teaming up with the insanely talented Fujiko Mine,” Jessica revealed and the crowd gave a humongous pop at her first partner’s name. “Then there’s Riki Honma, and Garth Gumpfrey. I’ll admit that I barely knew those two before this match was announced, but my manager Joseph forces me to get to know the people I’m working with. I’m sure that makes sense in the bigger picture, but for me it’s a pain in the butt,” Jessica joked. “It’s possible that Garth and I are kin simply based on the fact that we both have an uncle Abagia-- and boy if that didn’t make me laugh. But um, Garth is good. He has a funny, warped, sense of humor, I’ll tell you that much. Riki is much more serious, and how could he not be as tall as he is? That man is like, so ridiculously athletic. I know if my daddy were alive he’d be bawling in happiness because of the physical structure Riki possesses. He’s a walking, talking, machine, and quite frankly, I’m happy to have him on board. Better on my team than the other side, right?” she asked a girl in the front row and she shook her head.
“As far as the opposing team goes, we’re gonna have to work hard to secure a win. Real hard. I’m talkin’ about digging in deep and giving it everything we’ve got hard. Arkia has already beaten me senseless. I’ll give her that much. I respected her before and I respect her still, although, I still don‘t agree with her philosophy in life. That don‘t really matter though. The woman really is all about business, and it’s good knowing what her ulterior motives are underneath all the crap she spews. Ken on the other hand is all about being the number one honcho in PWR. My thing is, if he was awesome, he wouldn’t need Arkia on his side to ensure victory all the time!” she told the crowd enthusiastically. “I’m just saying. That‘s how I see it.”
“Then there’s the other two I have never faced-- Romulus and Dominator. Both of them sound like they belong in a Terminator movie, seriously. Romulus, I kinda understand. He reminds me of Arkia, except, with more muscles and balls and stuff. He seems to think that by defeating me he can get to my friend, Latrisha. And see, I HATE stuff like that.” Jessica begun pacing back and forth in the ring the more she spoke. If Romulus were really any kind of warrior he’d face Latrisha head on. But no, he’s gotta try and use me as collateral. Well, I’m not gonna let him get away with that. Not so long as my name is JESSICA JAMES!” she shouted her name loudly and the crowd gave her a near deafening chorus of cheers.
“That’s right, ‘cause as much of a loser as I am, even I know stuff like that isn’t right. I don’t know what type of information he’s got on me, but I’m gonna make sure he remembers he can’t mess with people’s friends like that. It just ain’t kosher, you know? So he can look all he wants to, but all he’s gonna find is my blue light saber on the other side!” The crowd doesn’t seem to cheer at that, but Jessica kept going. She was on a rant, after all. “Then this Dominator guy-- I don’t know about him. See, he doesn’t say much at all. It’s like he’s tryin’ at ‘dominating’ PWR by being incredibly boring and anti-social. In addition to being super lame and stuff. I mean, c’mon, can you be any more obvious? At least Romulus is slightly original, but Dominator is just, like, been there done that. Also, there’s a problem if you don’t come through on your promise to you know, actually like ‘dominate’ people. It’ll make you look hella dumb if you just get beat up all the time, right?”
“Ah, anyway, I want you guys to come out in full force for PWR and PXW at Justice. I know I’m not as cute as Fuji, and I might not be your bestest favoritest wrestler, but I try hard. I’m improving every week. More importantly, I’m wrestling because it’s just about the only thing I’ve ever been good at, and I really love it. I know my daddy would be proud of me if he could be here today. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. If you don’t like that well, then that’s fine. If you do, then stand the heck up and give me some love!” Jessica shouted and the crowd followed suit. She left the ring to the sound of jovial cheers with people patting her on her back and asking for additional autograph. She happily obliged.
By the time she was back in the limo there was a smile on her and Joseph’s faces. Jessica sat back content with herself and her performance enough, watching as the limo breezed by the bright lights of Colorado’s night life. “Hey Joe?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think I’ll be a big super-duper star overnight because I did a few things today, but you know, I think people like me well enough.”
Joseph smiled. “I think so too, but, I really really like money.”
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