Post by stella jade. on Feb 2, 2022 23:53:27 GMT -5
SUNDAY, JANUARY 30TH, 2022
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN DEEP WITHIN THE REALMS OF FANGIRLING AND THE LAND OF REALITY
FT. LEOVANNI FANFICTION
Since the early days of Middle school, Stella Jade had become well known on the internet originally known under the username ASTROBABE across various platforms. Though, this was a little different, special, more intimate. Stella Jade had remained anonymous behind various accounts where she could spread fanfiction about celebrities, fictional characters, and even professional wrestlers. Even now, at twenty one years old, she had still had a large fanbase across the world. Yet, no one knew who she was behind the keyboard. As she plopped down into bed for the night, fingers grasped her laptop and the opposite hand settled her water bottle onto the nightstand beside her bed. Cracking her knuckles and her neck, she propped up against some pillows, turned on her fanfic writing playlist, and set to work once she was comfortable.
Tonight, she was going to finally start that fanfiction that had been on her mind since arriving to Proving Ground. Fingers stretched a bit, hands and wrists followed, and she stared at the screen as one hand scrolled with the mousepad until she clicked login on the opening screen. Inhaling a gentle breath, she put on her thinking cap as she finally scrolled to the NEW STORY button before clicking it. Now, as a professional wrestler, perhaps she should have called it quits on all of this. But, who was going to tell her she couldn't do creative writing on the side? It's not like she got paid for said writing anyway. However, it may have been unprofessional to write stories about people who were now her co-workers.
But, she felt no guilt as fingers began to slide effortlessly over the keys. What started out as writing some fanfic at midnight turned into writing for hours. Whenever she found her groove, it was hard to fall out of it once she had found a rhythm. This was almost like dancing, how her fingers danced over the keys delicagely, how she kept track of every move, of every line, of every plot. It was a creative process and one that she had grown used to over the many years she had been at this. Much like her magic, she was good at this as well. It was something that came natural to her. Like breathing. Like eating. Like sleeping. Anyway, the chosen targets of the current story she has in mind are Johnny Levy and Giovanni, two Proving Ground faithfuls. Two stars that absolutely exude… bromosexual energy. Before she even has any shred of halting herself, her fingers begin to fly over the keys as the story comes to life.
It was the night of another Proving Ground episode, though Johnny was particularly nervous about something. You could tell by the way his hands fidgeted and his gaze darted around wildly. His mouth was dry, his palms were sweating, but suddenly-- Giovanni pressed up from behind him. Close enough to touch, but not pressed body to body. Giovanni leaned in close, mouth hovering just above Johnny’s ear.
“Looks like someone’s nervous.” Giovanni’s sultry voice picks up in Johnny’s ears and one of Giovanni’s hands moves to rest against one of Johnny’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. With me at your side, you can accomplish all things possible.” Giovanni let his hand linger, slid down Johnny’s chest a bit, and then dropped altogether. Beneath the palm of Giovanni’s warm hand, the beating heart of Johnny Levy could be felt. It was beating wildly in the confines of Johnny’s chest, though Giovanni had merely been trying to help ease his nerves.
Instead, Johnny’s skin began to slick with sweat. His palms were suddenly even sweatier, his heart was beating insanely fast, and he looked like he wanted to run away and never look back. What no one knew was that Johnny and Giovanni were no mere friends. No, it was more than that. In fact, Johnny had quite the crush on Giovanni, though you could never get him to admit it out loud. You could tell, everyone could see it plain as day. The dimpled grins, the flushed skin, the way Johnny looked at Giovanni. It was like something straight out of some kind of romance novel. Except less cringe and way cuter, obviously.
Though, Giovanni could light up any room he walked into. Johnny could attest to that, just not out loud, never out loud. It was more like a secret prayer, spoken only in the comfort of his own alone time.
“STELLA JADE!” The sound of her mothers voice called up the staircase and Stella was swiftly pulled from her masterpiece. “You’re going to be late for training if you don’t move your tail!” There’s a loud and audible groan from Stella as she slams her hands against her laptop with an audible yet gentle shut. “Mama, I was just getting ready! No need to yell…” The young woman crawls out of bed and swiftly changes into appropriate training clothes. Kneepads, shorts, sneakers, and a custom cropped Brandon Hendrix t-shirt to top it all off. Hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and she pockets her cellphone with a small frown. Throwing one last glance at the laptop tossed onto her bed, she exits the room and heads out to go to training. As grumpy as she is, she knows she can come back later and finish her story. But, things were just getting started. She’ll pocket her ideas and save them for later.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at the gym, a kiss to her mothers cheek, and a lipstick stained kiss on her own. There’s plenty of complaints as she does her best to wipe the kiss away. But, it still lingers. Nose scrunches as she grabs a makeup wipe out of her bag and scrubs at the mark on her cheek. As she pulls open the door to the entrance, she heads to the front desk, where a slightly older woman sits doing some paperwork. Fingers type across the keys until she spots Stella standing there with a grin. “Good afternoon, Stella. If you’re looking for him, he’s not here.” The woman seems distracted, though a small frown crosses her lips. It’s been days since anyone has seen or heard from Syndicate. So, Stella isn’t sure why the answer makes her own smile drop.
“Oh. Well… That’s okay. I’m just gonna go get a workout in or something. Can you leave him another message for me? Tell him that I hope he feels better soon and that there’s someone in his corner. Always.” Stella nods firmly, exhaling a gentle breath as the receptionist writes it down. “Thanks, Joanie. You have a good day.” Stella saunters off with her bag and heads out to the lockers to set her stuff down. Only then does her head sink into her hands, hands scrub against her face and she sighs softly. Today would be a long day. But, she had a lot on her plate as it were. She could text him or leave him another voicemail. Something to let him know that she was still in his corner. Always.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 2ND, 2022
SOME RANDOM HOTEL ROOM HAVING A SELF HYPE MOMENT
FT. A COUPLE OF STUFFED ANIMALS
“Arata Asakura is NOT scary! Arata Asakura is NOT scary!” Stella pumps herself up, pacing back and forth in front of the camera before she spins to face it. “Arata, I know exactly what you are capable of. I know how to get under your skin. I know how to make sure that I keep my eye on the ball.” She wrings her hands together, sighing softly. “But, you’re right. I am just a kid. I barely have my life figure out. But, I know I can do this. Not for myself, or not just for myself. But, to prove that I’m not just the same starry eyed little girl that I was before.”
“You don’t know me. You think everything I do is smoke and mirrors. But, I can assure you that I am unlike anyone you have ever faced before. I am determined, quick witted, small, and mighty. I was trained by one of the very best around and if there’s one thing he taught me?” She points a finger at the camera. “It’s that I should keep a level head and put up a strong fight. So, I’ll make him proud by making sure I don’t give up. You can throw everything and the kitchen sink at me. But, I’ll stand back up and I won’t go down without one heck of a fight.” She rubs her hands together, head nodding as she lets out a big huff of a breath.
“I’m not a kid. I’m not. I’m an adult. I know how to file my frickin taxes and tie my shoes and… Okay, I don’t do my own laundry. But, still!” She crinkles her nose and stomps her foot in childish manner. “You’re not going to pull the wool over my eyes, Arata! You don’t like people like me. In fact, I think people like me scare you. We’re strong and we don’t back down from a fight. But, you already knew that. There will be no time for any of your silly little tricks. No time to bow down from this. Because I am coming with a vengeance and I am going to show the world exactly who Stella Jade is.”
“You don’t know me. Nobody knows me. Maybe that’s what the problem is. I haven’t been trying hard enough. But, this isn’t somewhere that I can slouch any longer. I’m going to go into this not underestimating you. But, viewing you as an equal. Even if you don’t view me the same. So, I expect a real challenge. Even if it means I end up flat on my face in the end. She nods firmly, giving a big grin and a bow.
“Thanks for coming to my TED talk. My wrestling is a lot better. I promise.” She waves both hands, signaling the end of the video. Stepping forward, she closes in until she can finally end it properly. Screen fading to black as she lets out an audible sigh caught on film. She sure had her work cut out for her.
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN DEEP WITHIN THE REALMS OF FANGIRLING AND THE LAND OF REALITY
FT. LEOVANNI FANFICTION
Since the early days of Middle school, Stella Jade had become well known on the internet originally known under the username ASTROBABE across various platforms. Though, this was a little different, special, more intimate. Stella Jade had remained anonymous behind various accounts where she could spread fanfiction about celebrities, fictional characters, and even professional wrestlers. Even now, at twenty one years old, she had still had a large fanbase across the world. Yet, no one knew who she was behind the keyboard. As she plopped down into bed for the night, fingers grasped her laptop and the opposite hand settled her water bottle onto the nightstand beside her bed. Cracking her knuckles and her neck, she propped up against some pillows, turned on her fanfic writing playlist, and set to work once she was comfortable.
Tonight, she was going to finally start that fanfiction that had been on her mind since arriving to Proving Ground. Fingers stretched a bit, hands and wrists followed, and she stared at the screen as one hand scrolled with the mousepad until she clicked login on the opening screen. Inhaling a gentle breath, she put on her thinking cap as she finally scrolled to the NEW STORY button before clicking it. Now, as a professional wrestler, perhaps she should have called it quits on all of this. But, who was going to tell her she couldn't do creative writing on the side? It's not like she got paid for said writing anyway. However, it may have been unprofessional to write stories about people who were now her co-workers.
But, she felt no guilt as fingers began to slide effortlessly over the keys. What started out as writing some fanfic at midnight turned into writing for hours. Whenever she found her groove, it was hard to fall out of it once she had found a rhythm. This was almost like dancing, how her fingers danced over the keys delicagely, how she kept track of every move, of every line, of every plot. It was a creative process and one that she had grown used to over the many years she had been at this. Much like her magic, she was good at this as well. It was something that came natural to her. Like breathing. Like eating. Like sleeping. Anyway, the chosen targets of the current story she has in mind are Johnny Levy and Giovanni, two Proving Ground faithfuls. Two stars that absolutely exude… bromosexual energy. Before she even has any shred of halting herself, her fingers begin to fly over the keys as the story comes to life.
It was the night of another Proving Ground episode, though Johnny was particularly nervous about something. You could tell by the way his hands fidgeted and his gaze darted around wildly. His mouth was dry, his palms were sweating, but suddenly-- Giovanni pressed up from behind him. Close enough to touch, but not pressed body to body. Giovanni leaned in close, mouth hovering just above Johnny’s ear.
“Looks like someone’s nervous.” Giovanni’s sultry voice picks up in Johnny’s ears and one of Giovanni’s hands moves to rest against one of Johnny’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. With me at your side, you can accomplish all things possible.” Giovanni let his hand linger, slid down Johnny’s chest a bit, and then dropped altogether. Beneath the palm of Giovanni’s warm hand, the beating heart of Johnny Levy could be felt. It was beating wildly in the confines of Johnny’s chest, though Giovanni had merely been trying to help ease his nerves.
Instead, Johnny’s skin began to slick with sweat. His palms were suddenly even sweatier, his heart was beating insanely fast, and he looked like he wanted to run away and never look back. What no one knew was that Johnny and Giovanni were no mere friends. No, it was more than that. In fact, Johnny had quite the crush on Giovanni, though you could never get him to admit it out loud. You could tell, everyone could see it plain as day. The dimpled grins, the flushed skin, the way Johnny looked at Giovanni. It was like something straight out of some kind of romance novel. Except less cringe and way cuter, obviously.
Though, Giovanni could light up any room he walked into. Johnny could attest to that, just not out loud, never out loud. It was more like a secret prayer, spoken only in the comfort of his own alone time.
“STELLA JADE!” The sound of her mothers voice called up the staircase and Stella was swiftly pulled from her masterpiece. “You’re going to be late for training if you don’t move your tail!” There’s a loud and audible groan from Stella as she slams her hands against her laptop with an audible yet gentle shut. “Mama, I was just getting ready! No need to yell…” The young woman crawls out of bed and swiftly changes into appropriate training clothes. Kneepads, shorts, sneakers, and a custom cropped Brandon Hendrix t-shirt to top it all off. Hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and she pockets her cellphone with a small frown. Throwing one last glance at the laptop tossed onto her bed, she exits the room and heads out to go to training. As grumpy as she is, she knows she can come back later and finish her story. But, things were just getting started. She’ll pocket her ideas and save them for later.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at the gym, a kiss to her mothers cheek, and a lipstick stained kiss on her own. There’s plenty of complaints as she does her best to wipe the kiss away. But, it still lingers. Nose scrunches as she grabs a makeup wipe out of her bag and scrubs at the mark on her cheek. As she pulls open the door to the entrance, she heads to the front desk, where a slightly older woman sits doing some paperwork. Fingers type across the keys until she spots Stella standing there with a grin. “Good afternoon, Stella. If you’re looking for him, he’s not here.” The woman seems distracted, though a small frown crosses her lips. It’s been days since anyone has seen or heard from Syndicate. So, Stella isn’t sure why the answer makes her own smile drop.
“Oh. Well… That’s okay. I’m just gonna go get a workout in or something. Can you leave him another message for me? Tell him that I hope he feels better soon and that there’s someone in his corner. Always.” Stella nods firmly, exhaling a gentle breath as the receptionist writes it down. “Thanks, Joanie. You have a good day.” Stella saunters off with her bag and heads out to the lockers to set her stuff down. Only then does her head sink into her hands, hands scrub against her face and she sighs softly. Today would be a long day. But, she had a lot on her plate as it were. She could text him or leave him another voicemail. Something to let him know that she was still in his corner. Always.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 2ND, 2022
SOME RANDOM HOTEL ROOM HAVING A SELF HYPE MOMENT
FT. A COUPLE OF STUFFED ANIMALS
“Arata Asakura is NOT scary! Arata Asakura is NOT scary!” Stella pumps herself up, pacing back and forth in front of the camera before she spins to face it. “Arata, I know exactly what you are capable of. I know how to get under your skin. I know how to make sure that I keep my eye on the ball.” She wrings her hands together, sighing softly. “But, you’re right. I am just a kid. I barely have my life figure out. But, I know I can do this. Not for myself, or not just for myself. But, to prove that I’m not just the same starry eyed little girl that I was before.”
“You don’t know me. You think everything I do is smoke and mirrors. But, I can assure you that I am unlike anyone you have ever faced before. I am determined, quick witted, small, and mighty. I was trained by one of the very best around and if there’s one thing he taught me?” She points a finger at the camera. “It’s that I should keep a level head and put up a strong fight. So, I’ll make him proud by making sure I don’t give up. You can throw everything and the kitchen sink at me. But, I’ll stand back up and I won’t go down without one heck of a fight.” She rubs her hands together, head nodding as she lets out a big huff of a breath.
“I’m not a kid. I’m not. I’m an adult. I know how to file my frickin taxes and tie my shoes and… Okay, I don’t do my own laundry. But, still!” She crinkles her nose and stomps her foot in childish manner. “You’re not going to pull the wool over my eyes, Arata! You don’t like people like me. In fact, I think people like me scare you. We’re strong and we don’t back down from a fight. But, you already knew that. There will be no time for any of your silly little tricks. No time to bow down from this. Because I am coming with a vengeance and I am going to show the world exactly who Stella Jade is.”
“You don’t know me. Nobody knows me. Maybe that’s what the problem is. I haven’t been trying hard enough. But, this isn’t somewhere that I can slouch any longer. I’m going to go into this not underestimating you. But, viewing you as an equal. Even if you don’t view me the same. So, I expect a real challenge. Even if it means I end up flat on my face in the end. She nods firmly, giving a big grin and a bow.
“Thanks for coming to my TED talk. My wrestling is a lot better. I promise.” She waves both hands, signaling the end of the video. Stepping forward, she closes in until she can finally end it properly. Screen fading to black as she lets out an audible sigh caught on film. She sure had her work cut out for her.