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Post by Admin on May 23, 2018 15:47:39 GMT -6
Eight Person Tag Match
Ginger Knox and Streetz
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The Shieldmaidens Roleplay Limit: 2 per handler Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, May 30, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2018 7:34:56 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
Coming in from a day's worth of tinkering in the garage and an aforementioned business opportunity, Trenton tosses his keys on the dining room table and takes a slow breath as he rubs his eyes. Having been at it since 3am has left him somewhat bushed. The house being so quiet confuses him before he remembers that the kids are staying over at their friend's house before the weekend. And as much as he loves the little ones, he's thankful for the peace and quiet. He gathers a beer from the fridge and twists the cap off, taking a long draw from the dark brown bottle. Arrogant Bastard Ale... a personal favorite.
He'd have another hour of peace and quiet as she was still at the tattoo parlor. Once the day was done, she pulled into the driveway and secured her bike before shutting her down.
Seeing his bike, she tilted her head slightly. She knew that he'd been having issues with sleep lately. And truthfully? It worried her.
She headed inside, tossing her own set of keys on the table beside his. Along with her phone. She removed her cut, hanging it on the back of the chair respectfully. Then removed her hoodie.
After kicking her shoes off, she headed through the house looking for her husband.
Working on the first beer still, as Trenton was one to savor them instead of bolting through bottle after bottle (and at $17 a six-pack, you'd damn well BETTER savor this beer), the big man stood at the glass sliding doors in the kitchen that looked out over their large backyard. It was obvious that he was lost in thought, but perhaps not so obvious what he was thinking of. That's just how Forge was; you knew he was dwelling on something, but that stone face never betrayed anything. He heard Robi come into the room, softened steps not hiding the lapse in natural silence.
She found him at those windows in the living room. Walking over to him and sliding her arms around his waist as she laid her head against his back.
"Long day? You're moving a little slower than usual."
He turned to glance her way out of the corner of his eye, his lip twitching in a hint of a smile before he was back on the view.
"Eh, typical day. Though, I got another 'surprise' visit from Kallahan. I swear he does this shit to try and catch us slipping up so he can arrest me again."
It was her turn to sigh.
"Fuck that pig. He keeps dicking around like that and we'll have his ass for harassment. Greasy motherfucker. The only sonofabitch that gets to harass you is me."
"We still can't seem to find out how he knew about our visit to that old lady. He's just pissed because I only got 2 years and then was released with no parole or probation. We know he's dirty. We just have to find his dollar amount and then we'll have him."
He turns, careful not to extricate himself from her grip, and places the empty bottle on the nearby table. She loosened her arms a little as he turned to face her. Those thick arms, laden with corded muscle under the not-meant-to-be-tight t-shirt wrap around her, offering Robi that safety where she can let down all guards. Tall and powerful herself, she still vanishes into his embrace. And when those thick fingers tug her ponytail loose and slide through the black silk waving down her back... well…
His lips find purchase atop her head.
"What's on your mind, Love?"
"The future. Same as always. Both immediate and far."
Once he wrapped his own arms around her, she did, indeed, let down her guards. She'd always been able to do that with him. Even before they started dating. And, it matters now just like it did back then.
When he pulled her pony tail out, she sighed contently as he slid his fingers through her hair. That was one thing she knew he loved doing. And, let's be honest here, she loved it herself.
She lifted her head up when he kissed her forehead and gave a soft smile to him.
"Anything in particular about these intense thoughts of the future you wanna share?"
"Wondering if I know what I'm getting into with this wrestling shit. I can kick a man's ass with no problem, baby. A few fists, a knock of my skull on theirs, maybe a boot to the jaw... and they're not getting up without help. Wrestling, though? What's to stop me from wrecking a motherfucker and saying screw their rules? I don't know HOW to hold back."
Returning her smile, albeit faintly, Trenton leans down for a proper kiss, soft and brief, before walking Robi over to the couch. Friday didn't necessarily mean that the week was over for them... not with the work they did. But he still gave her quiet time where he could. In moments he had her reclining against the cushions on one end while he sat closer to the middle. Denim-clad legs found their way into Forge's lap and, within moments, he had settled into working his fingers and thumbs into her soles and arches. The man knew how to soothe his maiden.
She understood where he was coming from. When she first got into the life, that's all she knew how to do as well. But then, she got locked up for 2 years and that's when she met Vanessa. In the ring, she had been known as "The Black Queen". But then she got into some legal troubles and landed herself in jail for 20 years.
When the woman seen that Robi could brawl and hold her own, she offered to start teaching Robi how to wrestle. And by damned if the biker didn't take to it like a fish in the water.
Ness was impressed with how quickly she picked up on the sport. And they quickly found out the style of wrestling she was good at.
A lot of springboard moves. Kicks (cause DAYUM chick had long ass legs!). And she mastered DDT's. Robi was a High Risk/High Reward type of wrestler.
So, when Robi finished her time, she decided to put her training to the test.
She was pulled out of the memory of when Ness trained her by her husband lifting her up and carrying her to the couch.
And when he began to work his fingers and thumbs into the soles of her feet, she could do nothing more than to let out a groan and laid her head back against the arm of the couch.
"I know I've said it before.. But damn, babe. You sure know how to get a lady to relax."
She lifted her head up and gave it a tilt.
"Babe, you'll do fine with this wrestling thing. Fi's sister is Aerynn Donnelly. And she's a brawler. Bitch is known as having the hardest right in the business. And, she does underground fighting, too. So, you'll do fine. Just do what you do, baby. Everything will work out in the end."
"If I do what I do, their roster's gonna be short too damn quick. But hell, maybe I'm thinking too much. How hard is it to kick a man's ass? Holding back just means I don't have to fuck with pig questions and hospital bills."
"This is true. Besides, we're doing this so we can show that we are getting our money 'legally'. Maybe this way Kallahan will get off our backs. Not like he can prove anything anyways. And I'm not breaking any rules of my release by wearing my cut in public. And they can try to tell me that I can't associate with the other club members because, technically, I own the shop and the other Maidens are employees. And I'm not about to fire my employees because he wants to try and nut up against us."
Again, that faint smile... more than most folks ever saw. The soft groan is what got his attention, though; he loved getting a reaction from Robi, especially those reactions that others weren't supposed to see. The day he couldn't get those was the day he'd lost the right to have her. Keeping his hands working, Forge soon had the hard-assed beauty, the Devil On His Shoulder, melting. Before Robi knew it, she was in his lap, curled up against him like a child with those thick arms like armor around her.
That's when she found herself being pulled into his lap and that's where she curled against him.
"You need a bath."
Not in the sense that she was smelly or dirty; when Trenton told her she needed a bath, that was more or less a signal that she was getting one of those nights. Lucky women know the type. Robi was getting spoiled.
This was one of their rare nights that they could spend together. Just the two of them. No kids; No MCs. Nothing.
Just the two of them.
And when he said that she needed a bath. She squealed giddily. Yep, she knew what that meant. He was about to spoil her that night.
Not like he doesn't spoil her already as it was.
Though he would not see it that way. Being a husband and providing for her, listening and being there for her... that wasn't special. That was doing his duty as a man, specifically the one she married. Truly spoiling her? That was a rare treat, and he preferred it that way. If he did it all the time, it wouldn't be special anymore. When she nestled in, his lips found hers again and they kissed... long and hard. Well, let's be fair: they made out a bit right there on the sofa. Enough to whet their appetites for later.
Did she complain about the make out session? Psh, not even a little bit. Sometimes, they were like teenagers again. It was very easy to tell why their marriage has lasted as long as it did.
Not only was he her and their children's protector, he was a great father and great husband.
He never, in the entire almost 10 years they've been married, let a day go by without showing his love for her. And it was always little things. Like now. Them sitting on the couch, and after he had a rough day himself, he was taking care of her.
That didn't mean she didn't do the same for him. Be it a touch here and there. A look from across the room. Bringing him lunch. Not to mention, they had the loft. Just so many things they did for each other.
"So... you wanna go out and tear the town up tonight, or stay in?"
"That's a really tough choice, Babe."
She pretended to think about her answer for a few moments.
"...Hmmm.... Stay in."
Case File: NO05.28-01 Open
“When we came out on last week’s show, we put everyone, and we do mean EVERYONE, on notice. We fully intend on keeping our promise. Yeah, we’re new to the game. And yeah, we have a point to prove. And prove it we will.
Starting with Ginger Knox and Streetz.”
The camera came into focus and it showed the tall brunette sitting at the head of a table. The table was made out of a huge piece of petrified wood. If asked, she’d inform the questioner that it was from a beach back in her’s and Trenton’s home state of Florida. So yeah, it had sentimental value.
So, as stated, she was sitting at the head of the table with her feet propped up on it. Leaning back in the chair, she had her elbows propped up on the arms of the chair with a nail file in one hand while cleaning out the nails on the other. She glanced towards the camera and smirked.
“How fucking ironic is it that you’ve got Little Miss Sunshine teaming up with a bunch of wanna-be gangstas versus an all female biker club?
I’m mean, come ON! You DO see the irony in that, right?”
She righted herself and planted her feet on the floor before standing up and making her way around the table. Upon arriving at her chosen spot, she leaned back. Ass propped on the table as she hooked the heels of her palms against the edge.
“Ginger is from NOLA, so she should have some kind of idea of who we are and what we are capable of.”
She shrugged a little.
“And if not, she will after this next show. In fact, I can promise you she will. As for Streetz? Well, you’ve seen the movie 8 Mile, right? The one with Eminem? You remember how the main bad guy was this thug who scared everyone? And then at the end of the movie, you find out he’s some pussy ass private school bitch boy? See, that’s what we’re going to do to Streetz. We’re going to make you our bitch.
Ya see, we’re not afraid to get our hands dirty. Or bloody, for that matter. We’re not afraid to do whatever, and I do mean WHATEVER, it takes to either get you to tap or hit you with a three count. If it’s not from me, it’ll be from Widow. Or Bullet. Or even Bandit.
Rest assured, one of us will take you down.”
She leaned towards the camera to whisper.
“Maidens don't die easy; We just die bloody.”
“That’s more than just out motto. That’s how we live our lives. Day in and day out. We push and push, every single day to get shit done. We don’t mess around playing house with this month’s flavor of the week. We don’t squirt out kids with some guy we KNOW is a deadbeat dad and we think that popping out a kid, which, let’s face it, is probably his fourth or fifth one, will keep him in your bed.
What we have is men who know what the words ‘respect’ and ‘loyalty’ means. We have more than just a biker club. We’re more than just the bikes we ride or the ink we sling.
We’re family. We do whatEVER we have to do to protect our family.
Be it crackin’ skulls… Or bustin’ kneecaps.”
She tilted her head to the side.
“So, come this next show? You’ll get a small taste of what we have in store for you.”
She straightens up with a smirk.
“Ya feel me?”
The camera fades out with the words...
"Hell is empty and The Maidens are here."
...appear on the screen.
Case File: NO05.28-01 Closed |
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