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Post by Admin on Jun 27, 2018 15:35:34 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Candi Bratton & Emily Falls
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The Shieldmaidens
(Robi Jean Mitchell & Ophelia Blaque) Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 4, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2018 11:40:08 GMT -6
***EMILY FALLS IS ENJOYING A CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE WITH HER SISTER ASHLEY***
Ashley Falls: So who are your opponents this time?
Emily Falls: I'm teaming up with Candi Bratton -
Ashley Falls: Seriously? You just fought her last week. And you LOST! Not to mention she's a bad guy! And you're teaming up with her? Here, drink your hot chocolate -
Emily Falls: No, thank you. We're a happy team now! Actually, I do hope she becomes a good guy. I mean, she waited until her music stopped and then helped me. Anyway, we're fighting Robi Jean Mitchell and Ophelia Blaque.
Ashley Falls: Oh, you mean that weird vampire girl?
Emily Falls: Oh no, I don't think she's a vampire. I saw a vampire in the woods the other day and he looked nothing like her.
Ashley Falls: Oh, yeah well I meant she looks like a vampire. I don't like her, honestly. Kinda gives me the creeps.
ASHLEY SHIVERS
Emily Falls: Well, Ophelia -
ASHLEY KNOCKS OVER BOTH OF THIER HOT CHOCOLATES AS SHE RUNS BACK INSIDE
Emily Falls: Ophelia, you may think you're the "cool girl with the cool name," but, no. Ashley is scared of you. Probably why she ran away....
EMILY LOOKS AT THE WINDOW
Emily Falls: And you aren't a cool girl. You're a W-E-I-R-D-O! Weirdo!
Now, Robi, if she really is a cool girl, you're nothing compared to her. Just a plain-looking woman who has no manners. Didn't your daddy teach you manners? He probably didn't care because people don't go to jail because of their good manners! And you're loner husband, poor thing. I don't understand why you would want to marry him because about fifteen years ago he was probably sitting in front of the TV with a bowl of popcorn while everyone else ignores him. Haha!
EMILY LAUGHS HER HEAD OFF
Emily Falls: What do you girls have to say about that?! And by the way, Candi, I'm in the middle of knitting a blanket for you. I know you should be the one doing it for me, but......
***THE LIGHT SLOWLY FADES AWAY AS EMILY STARTS KNITTING HER BLANKET***
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 19:59:30 GMT -6
July 1, 2018
Denver, CO
Candi Bratton storms into her favorite pub, brandishing what appears to be a sign of some sort. “What the fuck is this goddamned shit?” she asks as she slams the sign on the table. The sign reads “FOR SALE”.
The bartender walks over glancing at the commotion she’s causing, “Um. It looks like the owner is selling the bar.”
“So, what? Why is he selling the bar? What the fuck is wrong with it?”
“Nothing as far as I can tell. I think he’s just tired of running it.”
Candi drops down onto a bench and taps the bar which is code to give her a beer which comes shortly after.
“Good match with that Falls girl on Wednesday,” the bartender notes, trying to make some small talk.
Candi shrugs, “It was alright. I mean, she has some potential,” she pauses and takes a beer, “I mean, fuck, she’ll probably be really good one day when she fucking grows up. She probably still sleeps with a teddy bear and shit. She fucking thinks I should be knitting. There’s definitely something wrong with her.”
Bartender wipes down the counter in front of her, “But you have to tag with her this week, right? How’s that gonna work?”
“Well, I’ll give her some credit, she ran out when I was getting jump by the band of whores, but got her ass kicked, but I get that every week. Seems some motherfucker wants to jump me for no apparent reason.”
“No apparent reason, hm?” the bartender laughs.
“What the fuck you laughing about?”
The bartender leans on the bar, “Look, you antagonize people on purpose and you know it. So don’t get me this ‘no apparent reason’ bullshit. You do it on purpose because you want to piss them off.”
Candi lifts her mug and finishes the glass, “Now why would I want to do that?”
“Isn’t that the million dollar questions?”
“And guess who has the answer. Me.”
“So what’s the plan for your tag match this weekend.”
Candi thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs as she slides her glass for a refill. “I guess I’ll watch her train and tell her to just do what I tell her to do and we’ll be okay. Besides, when I get done with the tag match this week, and defeating Scrubs next week — I’m gonna petition the office to run a train on them motherfucking Shieldmaiden.”
A guy at the end of the bar spits out his drink as the bartender laughs and tosses him the rag, “You’re cleaning that shit up.”
Candi smirks, “What was so funny?”
“You can’t possibly think we think that you’re that naive?” the bartender is still laughing as he watches the dude cleaning himself up.
She swirls her beer in her mug and grins, “Well, I figure it was a phrase they’d be very familiar with so I went with it. What can you say? Seriously though, I want to take on all of them whores one by one. They want to use their fucking gang tactics on me? Those bitches have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into.”
Candi finishes her beer and stands up, tossing a few bills on the counter and then picks up the sign. “Tell your boss I’ll buy his goddamned bar.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course, I’m fucking serious,” she says as she walks towards the door, “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna try and find someplace new to go to get a fucking drink.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 17:50:12 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory ††† ††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† ††† You've been warned. †††
>> Present Day <<
It had been a rough day all the way around. And the only way she could figure to get it all out was to hit the gym at the back of the shop. She sent her husband a text letting him know that she was going to be late getting home. That she had “a few things to work out”. Which typically meant that she was heading to do exactly what she was.
She had taped her hands and wrists up after changing into her work out clothes. A pair of black yoga shorts, a black sports bra and her boxing shoes. She’d been pretty much pissed off since this new guy, Detective Marchand, had shown up out of the blue. So, she did what she knew, she had the twins delve into finding out exactly who this guy was.
However, what really pissed her off was the fact that this guy was trying to flex his ego by having Forge, Khary and Kyojin arrested on some trumped up bullshit charge.
>> A Week Ago <<
She had stood outside the police station pacing back and forth, seething. That is, until she received a phone call from Kallahan.
And whatever he had said to her, calmed her down immediately. Well, “calm” was a relative term. It had put her in a “heads will roll” type of calm. The type where she got “that look” in her eyes. The other Maidens, even Forge himself, knew that look. And when she started to go inside, Widow looked at Alex and frowned.
“Fuck.”
“¡Hijueputa! This look…”
Alex shakes her head.
“El malparido caremonda…”
Widow nodded sagely.
“Oui, this isn’t good at all. Whoever that phone call was from, put her in that deadly calm she gets just before a job. This… Is not good.”
Inside the police station, Robi walked toward the desk and waited “patiently”. The Desk Sergeant looked up and you could see his face fall and shoulders slump as soon as he seen who had just walked up.
“...Robi…”
He started. Robi looked up and smirked at him. Even he could see that look in her eyes.
“Now before you go doing anything stupid, listen to reason.”
Asking her to listen to reason at that point was useless. And he knew it.
Robi smiled at him.
“Oh, I’m listenin’ to reason, Sergeant Davis. And I’m only going to say this once…”
She paused a few moments which made the man shift uncomfortably in his seat.
“I want my husband, and the rest of his crew, released. Now.”
The phone at the desk rang and Sgt. Davis reached over to answer it.
“This is Davis.”
He fell silent and chanced a look to Robi while he nodded. After a few seconds, he hung the phone up and looked back to Robi.
“Forge, Khary and Kyojin will be out in a few minutes. The Chief can’t charge them with anything.”
Robi’s eyes narrowed a bit.
“Of course he can’t… They haven’t done a fucking thing to get arrested.”
She turned and started back to the doors to go back outside.
“Tell my husband I’m outside when he gets released.”
She tossed over her shoulder as she pushed the door open, heading back to the small group of Maidens that had come with her. A couple minutes later, eyes are on the doors as the three Chrome Dragons walk out of the station. Khary, as expected, looks angrier than usual while Kyojin is his usual serene self… fucker’s like a muscular Buddha. Forge, on the other hand, was stoic. People unaware of the person he is would breathe a sigh of relief. Those who know…
“They are not getting a very high recommendation from me.”
Kyojin quips quietly, a little humor to lighten the mood. Khary just shakes his head though a note of laughter sneaks out. Forge, on the other hand, isn’t swayed. He walks over to Robi right off and leans in, whispering into her ear.
“Thank you for keeping calm in there, babe. Those fuckers were waiting on a goddamn boom to set shit off.”
Of all people, it was Fianna who gave a small kind of laugh at Kyojin’s quip. But, all of that fell silent as she looked to Khary and moved over to him.
“You ok?”
He nods in return.
“Yeah… been in worse…”
She nodded lightly and moved to her tiptoes to kiss him. Seeing the two of them was kind of funny in a way. She stood about 5ft 3 and Khary stood a little over a foot taller than her.
When Forge came over and whispered in Robi’s ear, she nodded and looked up to him.
“Oh, believe me.. That was about to happen. And then I got a call. From Kallahan.”
“Fuck does he have to do with this? Do I need to go back in there?”
Even keeping his voice quiet did not help; the words came out in a growl and a vein or two jumped out. He was a hot second from going in there and choking some poor bastard until their face matched their uniform… thankfully, Kyojin got in his way, giving Robi time to do some quick reasoning.
She knew she needed to act quickly.
“He called to tip us off that something was hinky with the guy who arrested you all.”
She murmured back. She took a step back and leaned against her bike. Hooking the heels of her hands against the machine. Looking at those gathered, she spoke up.
“First thing we need to do is find out who the fuck this Detective Marchand is. And why he’s suddenly so interested in us.”
She nodded towards Alex.
“All we know right now is that he came into the garage and thought he’d be cute by reading Alex’s life story back to her. As well as Jackie’s. Even going about threatening to go over her paperwork and threatened to deport her. Even though she’s been given legal citizenship. And then got some judge to actually sign off on a arrest warrant.”
She looked at Forge.
“What bullshit charge did he give when he arrested you guys?”
“Some aiding and abetting bullshit… sheltering an illegal. I swear, this fuckin’ country is swirling the damn bowl.”
His hands clenched and unclenched, not out of nervousness but out of a need to release. Forge kept himself calm enough, having enough rationality to know that starting a scene after he’d just walked out of a cell would help nothing… even if the charges were bullshit.
“We need to make some calls. I want to know who this fucker is.”
She nodded with a frown.
“The twins are on it. And if we need extra hands, I’m almost sure that Noah could help.”
She turned to look at Widow.
“Think he’d be up for the task?”
Widow shrugged lightly.
“I can always ask. Though I don’t see why not.”
Robi nodded and looked to Alex.
“Didn’t you say he even mentioned something about Jackie’s mom being in rehab?”
Alex nods.
“He knew her name, that she was in intensive rehab and what she was in for.”
She pauses, looking everyone else over.
“Harboring an illegal… so… this my fault? We… you… have trouble because of me?”
Robi turned to fully face Alex. Shaking her head.
“No. This is not your fault in the least. You’re not illegal. You earned your citizenship right and proper. This fucker is just trying to flex his muscle is all. He thinks that if he tosses around dime words in a two cent conversation that we’ll all be quaking in our boots.”
She looked at everyone once more.
“This guy comes to any of you, you don’t speak. Not a word. If he asks you to confirm information, you don’t speak. We need to find out why he’s got a sudden hard-on for us. Kallahan is one thing. This guy? Something altogether different.”
She looked back to Alex.
“If we move her now, he’ll know something’s up. So, for now…”
She looked at Widow once more.
“...Would you mind setting it up so that it looks like you’re helping with paying for the rehab?”
Widow shook her head.
“Not at all. We all agreed to help her when this all went down. I’ll get the twins to shift things around.”
Robi nodded and turned to Forge.
“I wouldn’t presume to try and give orders to the Dragons, you know this. But I think the same should be done with y’all as well.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
He was starting to go to that darker place; Robi and the others would be able to tell. But before they could concern themselves with an outburst, he got into the van and shut the door behind him… probably for his own good as well as everyone else’s. Kyojin looks after him and shakes his head a little.
“The man made himself a dangerous enemy. He must not know how things work in our city. It is time we taught him.”
Alex frowns.
“I wonder… if this means he thinks I am the weak link… or just the most convenient one to start with?”
Robi looked back to Alex.
“Probably both. But, better the Devil we know…”
>> Present Time <<
The only thing she did before hand was turned on the sound system to let music blast out of the speakers around the gym.Once she headed over to the heavy bag, she took the stance that Alex had taught her and then landed the first of many blows. Hitting the leather of the bag as hard as she could.
She’d been hitting the bag about thirty minutes when the first cut showed itself as she was hitting the bag harder than normal. In that time, she’d built up a good sweat. Soaking the clothes she had on. The next barrage was about to hit when the door to the gym opened and closed quietly. Forge, finally taking some time away from the shop after last week’s debacle, came walking in.
“Working things out?”
He says musingly, his attention going to the blood on her hand.
“Looks more like forceful, violent exorcism. What’s on your brain, Robi?”
Before she answered, she let that barrage go. Which caused a few more cuts on her hands. Once she finished, she reached out to steady the bag and turned to look at her husband.
“All of this bullshit. The Twins came up with a few things.”
She walked over to one of the towel cabinets and pulled a towel out and wiped the sweat from her face. Not caring that her hands were staining the cloth with blood.
“He’s a US Marshall. He’s got a rep for taking down MCs. But he’s also got a few reprimands on his record for the use of excessive force when arresting his queries. And that he’s raised through the ranks rather quickly.”
She moved over to where Forge was standing and looked up to him.
“I wouldn’t put it past this guy to do some illegal shit to try and take us down either.”
“In other words, he thinks he has something to prove and since he’s new in town he wants to make a statement from the get. Fine. Let him try.”
When she went on ignoring the blood, Forge finally took her by the wrist and walked her over to the sink, starting the process of unwrapping and rinsing the impact wounds.
“If we keep cool, there’s nothing to worry about.”
The blood had soaked through the tape on her hands. So when Forge took her by her wrist and led her to the sink, she stood there. Letting him do his thing. Once the tape was removed, it showed the true damage she’d done to her hands.
Hell, a few of them had a small look of possibly needing stitches. So when he turned the water on to wash them, she hissed lightly as the water stung when it hit the wounds.
“Ok, that smarts.”
She nodded to the medicine cabinet.
“There should be some superglue in there.”
“Superglue my ass. We’ll get this stitched up. Go on and change.”
He loved his wife the way she was, no question. But Forge could tell when she wasn’t thinking clear and this was one of those times. Of course, he was one to talk; since his first blood match the man had been even more ornery than usual. Not to the point of taking it out on people who didn’t deserve it, at least, but it was obvious that the situation had irked him considerably. He waited in the gym until Robi was ready, eyes on the door. That look in his eyes, though… he was already somewhere else.
She was thankful of the fact that they had a shower in the gym. So when she went to the back to get changed, she hopped in and took a quick shower to wash the sweat off. That done, she changed back into the clothes she wore that day and tossed her workout clothes into a plastic bag and stuffed it into her pack.
When she headed out, she could see that he was mulling things over in his head.
“My turn. What’s in your head? Still thinking of what happened last week at the show?”
She knew her husband well enough to know that he was pissed about what happened at Mile High #7. Hell, SHE was pissed about it. And she had means to personally take Candi out at Mile High #8.
“Fuckers can say whatever they want about me, because I couldn’t give less of a damn. But when I go out there and fuck some face? I don’t need to stick myself in someone else’s business to make it happen. That trap-rapping asshole was about to bleed before that pig-faced thundercunt rammed that title into my skull. Just like Stanton, though?”
He got into the driver’s seat of the SUV, starting it up with a roar from the engine.
“She made the fatal mistake of not finishing the fucking job.”
As she climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV. she glanced over to him and smirked.
“Well, I get my hands on her this next show. So you can bet your ass I’m gonna exact some pain. And Jesus fuck, she’s paired up with Emily. That chick is on some other fucking planet then the rest of us.”
She bit out a laugh.
“I wonder if Candi is gonna pull some dumb shit like she did a couple of weeks ago by locking Emily in her dressing room and try to take Widow and I on by herself. She seen how well that worked out with us.”
She shifted the towel on her hands as she sat there. She knew where they were going to get her hands stitched up. And while they were in the way there, she pulled out her camera, turned it on and sat it on the dash in front of her.
Case File: NO07.01-1 Open
There was nothing special about the scene as the camera came to life and showed Robi sitting in the SUV’s passenger seat. She looked fresh out of a shower and she smirked at the camera.
“You just love playing the ‘victim’, don’t you, Candi? I mean, you pull bullshit stunts like locking your tag team partner, Skrabz, in his dressing room so you could come out and TRY to take Forge and myself on by yourself.”
“You see how well THAT worked. You got your ass beat down like the pitiful bitch you are. Not only did we beat you like a rabid dog, your own partner fucked you up. And ya know, I gotta admit.. I rather enjoyed watching that. And I have to say, it wasn’t any surprise that Skrabz hit you with the Mic Check. You deserved it. Among other things.”
“Though, I do have to say, you are a glutton for punishment. Taking on Emily Falls, of all fucking people? Hell, the small amount of respect I had for you got tossed out the window with that colossus mistake. She’s going to do nothing more than tear you down even further than you’ve already done yourself.”
“Your old, Candi. Sure sure, somehow you have the top title in the company. I can promise you, it was a fluke. Someone was either high or drunk when they decided to put you in the running for Champ. I mean seriously? Rob, what the fuck were you thinking?”
She lifted a blood-soaked, toweled hand to wave away the thought.
“Here’s the thing though, Candi. You’re time as Champ is coming to a close. If not by Forge’s hands, then it’ll be by mine. If you, somehow, manage to survive Forge.. I promise you, you won’t survive me. Oh, don’t get me wrong.. I have every bit of faith that Forge will be the one to end that reign of yours. And he will show everyone in Mile High what a true Champ looks like.”
“Now, did the Shieldmaidens come out and stomp a mudhole in that mushy ass of yours? We did. We had a point to prove; and we proved it. You were simply a means to an end. The instrument we used to conduct our symphony of destruction. And trust me when I say, we haven’t even reached the crescendo yet.”
“And you took the bait, Candi. You locked on to that one event and you have been spiraling ever since. You’re losing it, Candi Cane. And I’m enjoying every psychotic moment of it. I’m bathing in the fact that it’s because of us that you’re losing your ever-loving mind. And you don’t even realize it.”
“Not yet. But you will. When it’s too late.”
She stopped for a few moments. Turning her attention to gaze out of the window as the street lights flashed by. One by One. Bathing her in light and then plunging her into darkness once again.
She inhaled deeply and released a… amused sigh.
“Emily Falls.”
She said the name with a smirk and shake of her head.
“What is there to say to you that I didn’t say the first time? What can I point out that you, yourself, don’t already know?”
“Do I need to remind you that the last time you came up against me, your partner left you to face the big bad bikers all on your own. Are you sure this new one won’t do the same? Are you sure she won’t do to you what she did to Skrabz by locking you in your dressing room so she can delusionally go out there and face Ophelia and I all by herself.”
“And get her ass handed to her yet again.”
She gave the camera a ‘chastising’ look.
“See, I’ve been paying attention to you lately, Emily. I needed to see for myself just how clueless you really are! I mean, come on, Girl!! Life is not all butterflies, rainbows and unicorns. No, it’s harsh. It’s gruesome. It’s bloody and it’s very fucking real.”
“So, whatever it is your smokin’? Bitch you better share! Cause whatever it is I can’t even begin to imagine the fucked upness that’s going on in your head. I mean, what kind of Shirley Temple sheltered life did you live!?”
“I’m surprised that your mother even allowed out of the house! And that husband of yours. Jesus Fucked A Pogo Stick… I feel sorry for the poor bastard for having to put up with you.”
She stops and thinks for a minute.
“I mean, how much money did your parents have to pay him to get him to marry you? What promises did they make so that he would actually stick his cock in you; let alone sleep in the same bed with you?!”
“You seriously give me a migraine trying to figure out what the fuck you’re even trying to do here. Are you trying to be a wrestler or are you trying to be Mary Fucking Poppins on acid?”
She shook her head to try and clear her head of trying to figure out whatever the fuck Emily was about.
“At any rate, you’re still trying to harp on the fact that I was in prison. Jesus, you sound like a broken record. Yes, I was in prison. No, I don’t care that the entire world of Mile High Wrestling knows it. No, you trying to throw it in my face isn’t going to piss me off. Trust me, you don’t want me pissed off… I’m far more dangerous when I’m pissed off. Far more calculating.”
“And FAR more violent.”
She let out a content sigh and smiled.
“See, here in New Orleans? I’m known as ‘The Wicked Witch of the Bayou”. Why? Because I’m the meanest bitch this side of the Mississippi. I will do whatever I need to to get into my opponent’s head. And if it’s beating the ever living fuck out of them, it’s what I’ll do. And you, Emily? You are in my sights. You and Bratton, both.”
“Just remember one thing, Ladies…”
She leans forward and whispers.
“Hell is empty and the Maidens are here.”
And the last thing seen is her hand covering the lens.
Case File: NO07.01-1 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 19:14:36 GMT -6
July 3, 2018
Vital Strength and Fitness – Denver
Candi
“Where the fuck is she having me go?”
Candi Bratton is driving her truck and allowing her phone to be the navigator as she pulls into a parking lot and coming into view the large sign that exclaims that she’s at Vital Strength and Fitness. She pauses as she stares at the building, ensuring she’s at the right place.
“Fuck no.”
Candi considers for a moment when a horn sounds behind her, forcing her to drive again as she screams out the window, “Don’t get your nasty panties in a goddamned bunch!” She drives down a bit and parks and as she gets out of the truck she notices a building next door that is more to her liking.
“I guess if I gotta deal with this kid, I am gonna have to be liquored up.”
Candi walks into the liquor store.
Emily
***EMILY IS ON A SPIN CYCLE INSIDE THE GYM WAITING FOR CANDI BRATTON TO COME WORK OUT WITH HER***
Emily: I hope she gets here soon. She needs to lose a little weight, I think. Maybe if she loses a little weight, she won’t be in a bad mood all the time.
SOMEONE WALKS OVER AND TRIES TO TAKE THE CYCLE NEXT TO HER
Emily: I’m saving that for someone!
EMILY TAKES HER WATER BOTTLE AND PLACES IT ON THE SEAT
Candi
Candi walks into the gym now with a small cooler as she looks around and sees that she’s noticed as Emily is waving her hand like a child trying to get her attention.
“I’m going to live to regret this. Fuck.” she mutters under her breath.
She moves over to stand next to Emily, “So, what the fuck are we doing here?”
Emily
CANDI IS HERE! EMILY WAVES AT CANDI!
Emily: I hope she sees me. Yes. She sees me. She’s coming over. Hi, Candi! I thought we could spin together! Do you spin?
Candi
Candi just shakes her head. “No. I don’t spin. But, I’ll take the seat.
Candi sits on the spin cycle and places the cooler down between her legs and opens it up, bringing out a beer. She cracks it open and take a drink as Emily just watches her.
“So, you wanna talk about the match or am I just here to watch you fucking go nowhere on that fake bike?” Candi asks as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve.
Emily
EMILY LOOKS AT CANDI DRINKING A BEER IN A GYM
Emily: I thought we could spin together! You seem kinda grumpy and exercise is supposed to help your mood. Besides, you’re the champion, right? We don’t need strategy! I’ll go in and wear them out and you can put them away! Right?
EMILY LOOKS AT CANDI WHO’S LOOKING AT EMILY BUT NOT SAYING ANYTHING
Candi
Candi is staring at this kid. She takes a deep breath and then takes another drink of her beer as she continues to look at Emily before she finally speaks.
“Look, kid.”
Off in the distance, some gym employees are looking their way and pointing.
“It takes more than – whatever the fuck it was you just said to win a goddamned match. How about this. I’ll go in and get the upperhand and then tag you in and you can take advantage and tag me back in when you get into trouble and I’ll get us out.”
Emily
CANDI BRATTON SEEMS TO BE VERY SMART BUT THAT HAS TO BE BECAUSE SHE’S OLD
EMILY CONTINUES SPIN
Emily: That sounds great! It’s a great plan! Let’s do that!
EMILY TAKES A DRINK OF WATER,
Candi
Candi finishes her beer, places the empty can in one of the cycle's cup holders and reaches into her cooler for another. “Well, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling after last week?”
Not that Candi gives a fuck, but she has five more beers to drink and may as well shoot the shit in the meantime if this kid is fully intent on exercising. Besides, off in the distance the employees who noticed Candi are on the phone.
Emily
EMILY TAKES ANOTHER DRINK
Emily: I’m fine. It only hurt for a bit. But I’m fine now. I’m ready to fight those weird people. Do you think they’re weird?
EMILY CONTINUES TO SPIN
Candi
“Fucking pussies if you ask me. Always has to go at it in packs. Can’t fucking fight for themselves, so hopefully we won’t have the rest of them hookers interfering in our match.” Candi continues to drink. “If the come out, don’t worry, just start hitting anything that moves.”
Candi is about to take another drink when she adds, “Except me. Don’t hit me.”
Emily
EMILY LAUGHS OUT LOUD
Emily: I wouldn’t hit you. You’re helping me and you’re my tag team partner. Don’t you worry, we will win against those weirdos.
EMILY ISN’T GOING TO CALL THEM WHAT CANDI CALLED THEM
Emily: I believe in our team!
Candi
Candi rolls her eyes and nods as she places a second empty beer can in the spin cycles cup holder and as she’s about to reach for another they’re approached by an employee.
Employee: Ma’am, you can’t sit on a spin cycle and drink beer in our gym. We have a sign.
Candi turns to look where the sign is hung and cracks open the beer. “So, you have a sign and that sign means what to me?”
The employee looks at the sign and then back to Candi, “Well, it means you can’t do that here.”
Candi takes a long drink of that beer and after she swallows it asks, “You mean, I can’t do that?”
The employee nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
Emily
EMILY HAS STOPPED SPIN CYCLING AS SHE WATCHES THE EXCHANGE BETWEEN CANDI AND THE EMPLOYEE
Emily: I didn’t think you could drink beer in here.
Candi
Candi smirks at Emily, “Shut up.” She turns back to the employee, spying his name on his nametag, “So, Josh. You gonna call the cops?”
He stammers for a bit before he nods and finally emits, “Yes. Yes, if I have to.”
Candi slides off the seat and closes her cooler. “That’s all you needed to say.”
The employee turns to Emily and says, “You have to go too.”
Emily
EMILY FROWNS
Emily: I didn’t do anything! That’s not fair at all. I also don’t think it’s nice of you to kick out an old lady from your gym!
Candi
Candi turns to Emily, “I said shut up.” She grabs the employee by the shirt, “I’m leaving, but leave the kid alone. She’s gotta match to get ready for. Got it?” She leans in close in a threatening manner.
“Y-y-y-yes.”
“Good.” Candi turns and leaves the gym without another word.
Emily
EMILY IS VERY HAPPY
Emily: I got to workout with Candi Bratton!
Candi
Candi Bratton throws her cooler into the back of her truck before turning back to the camera, “So, the motherfucking Shieldmaidens except to just walk in and do whatever the fuck they want without any fucking consequences.”
Candi just spits on the ground.
“Fuck that,” she scowls as she steps closer to the camera, which itself takes a step back. “You think you’re gonna jump me after I’ve already had a fucking cage match and gang up on me five on one and I’m not supposed to respond? You have another think coming. This week, Falls and I are gonna stomp the shit out of you two and then you know what? We’re gonna do it again for the fucking fun of it.”
Candi starts to walk around to the passenger side of her truck and the camera follows, “She might be green as shit, but she has more fucking heart then the whole lot of you.”
She steps closer again, “But she’s not the one you need to worry about because the thing about me? I don’t give a fuck. You can beat me week in and week out and I’ll still come shit on your doorstep and ring the fucking bell and wait for you to answer the goddamned door. That’s the one thing you motherfuckers don’t understand. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. And you know what? Tell that to your fucking pimp too.”
She climbs into her truck, starts it up and starts to drive off, but not before flipping the bird out of the window.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2018 0:26:07 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
-- Five Years Ago --
She had gotten a message from an anonymous source. All it said was to be at a certain location and a time.
When she received it under the door of her hotel room, she frowned and had quickly opened the door to look both ways up and down the hall. After closing the door, she bent down to retrieve the envelope.
And so there she was. At the location and appointed time.
“Ophelia Rosaline Blaque.”
Came a voice from the darkness. She turned in what she believed to be the direction of the voice.
“Born March Fourteenth Nineteen Ninety Five. Current age: eighteen. Profession: Assassin. Code Name: Widow.”
She frowned as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
“Ok, so you know the basics. Reading them to me like I don’t know this knowledge personally.”
She paused a moment before continuing.
“It’s pointless to ask who you are; So, I’ll simply ask.. What do you want?”
It was a couple of minutes before the owner of the voice revealed himself by stepping into the circle of light that she’d been standing in.
“You may call me Delta. And what I want is for you to join my team.”
She turned to face the man and arched a brow at him as she removed her hands from the jacket and crossed her arms.
“And what makes you think I’d be interested in joining any team, let alone yours?”
The man stood a good six foot three. He was toned, but no overly so. His hair was black and slicked back away from his face. And he sported a scruffy looking beard that seemed to add a distinguished look to him.
“Because you’re one of the best assassins that I’ve ever seen. Your accomplishments speak for themselves. You have one of the highest success rates we’ve ever seen. It’s safe to say that you are in the top three of assassins in the world. And…”
He paused and smiled at her.
“...I believe that you’d make a great asset to The Pack. Not to mention, your pay outs would be significantly higher than what you make now. You see, most contractors know that you’re a female and pay you lower than what they’d pay a male operative.”
He then tossed her a gold coin. With a preternatural speed, she reached a hand out and plucked the coin out of the air midflight. She looked down at the coin and then lifted it up to show him.
“And what is this?”
“That… Is how you get paid. You see, we are part of a network. There are safe havens where, even if you have a contract out on yourself, is a safe haven. Also, it’s where most contractors go to hire an operative for a job. And I am the one that brings it all together. Delta, the other Delta, is the one who meets with the contractor; I am the one that works out the deal.”
“So, besides these fancy gold coins, what’s in it for me?”
Delta smiled.
“More money. A prestige that only Ares can offer you. Sanctuary. Access to medical assistance when, and if, needed. And a lot more.”
She had heard rumors of Ares but had never been able to verify their existence. Until now. And now, she was being offered a position in a clan of assassins that were a part of the network.
“And… If you decide to join us, I already have a job lined up for you. Triple what you normally make.”
“Triple? Really now?”
Delta nodded with a smile.
“Really. Now, this offer is only good for another ten minutes. If you choose not to join, you may simply go about your evening. If you do decide to join, your contract will begin and you will be briefed on the details.”
It didn’t take her but a moment to answer him.
“I accept.”
Delta smiled, reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out an SD card. Holding it out for her to take.
“The details of your mission is on this. Go back to your hotel, gather your belongings and head to this location.”
He handed her a business card and turned to leave. Once again disappearing into the darkness.
She looked down at the card and took note of the address. Fifteen minutes later, she had gotten back to her hotel room, packed her belongings and was heading out. She didn’t go out the front of the hotel as she wanted them to believe she was still there for the remainder of her stay.
Thirty minutes after that, she was standing before the doors of a ten story building. She looked it up and down before heading inside. Once inside, she looked around at what appeared to be the lobby of another hotel.
The man behind the desk looked up and offered a smile.
“Good evening, Miss Blaque. Welcome to The Soteria. We have you listed down to three nights with us. What type of room would you prefer?”
The man stood a good six foot five. Was bald, but it looked good on him. He was dressed in an expensive suit with matching tie and shoes. The glasses that rested upon his dark nose brought the entire look together.
She headed towards the front desk and tilted her head slightly.
“No preference. Whatever is available.”
The man nodded and went about assigning her room. Once the room was assigned, he went about making a key card for her. Once done, he moved back to standing in front of her. Placing the key card and another business card on the counter.
“Your room is on the tenth floor. Room one zero one three. This is also your appointed dinner time.”
She picked both up and looked back up to him.
“Appointed dinner time?”
She asked. He smiled and lowered his head into a slight nod.
“Yes, ma’am. And do not worry about your accommodations, they have been taken care of. When you are ready to head to dinner at the appointed time, simply come here and you will be shown to your table.”
She turned around to look at the lobby and returned attention back to the man.
“I’m going to assume it will be in a different part of the hotel. Especially as I don’t see any place to have dinner.”
They exchanged information for a few more minutes before she headed up to her room.
She tossed her bag on the bed and looked around.
“Well, Widow…”
She said to herself.
“Let’s see how the other half live.”
Case File: NO07.04-1 Open
The scene opens up to Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely laying on her stomach in a prone position. A sniper rifle lay propped before her. She appeared to be looking through the high powered scope.
“There you go.”
She said softly. As if she were talking to someone in particular.
“I’ve been called pretty much everything in the book. Vampirella. Lady Death. Morticia Addams. Lily Munster. Vampire. Even weirdo.”
She laughed softly. Though she hasn’t moved from the scope of the rifle.
“So, it’s comical to me that you call me weirdo as if it’s going to make me get all emotional. Hate to break it to ya, kid; but you barely rank on the list of what I would call: dangerous.”
“In fact, I now understand why Robi couldn’t help but to laugh her ass off when she let me know who we were facing. I mean, between the two of you? Neither of you really measure up to what I’d consider worthy of an effort.”
“First you have Candi Bratton. A woman who thinks that if she puts on a bravado of spewing vulgarities and the tacked of a push pin. A woman, and believe me I use that term very loosely, who can’t seem to get it through her head that she supposed to be an adult. Yet she plays pre-school with people with her ‘She did it first!’ tactics.”
“I mean, come on, Candi. You’re supposed to be an adult here. I’d expect that mentality from someone like Emily. But you? You’re a mother; a grandmother. Are you really going to lower yourself to the ‘Mom, she’s touching me.’ level? Cause if that’s what you’re going to do, then you’ve already lost.”
She had lifted her head up from the scope but was still zeroed in on her query.
“I have to agree with Robi in wondering whose cock you put your lips around to even be given a title shot in the first place. And how you won that title is beyond me. Your opponent had to be having a seriously bad day.”
“But rest assure, you won’t be holding that title very long. That I can promise you. I’ve known Forge for quite a while now. And I know that when he puts his mind to something, he usually gets what he wants. And he wants that belt.”
She lowered her head back down to look through the scope once again.
“What I find absolutely hilarious, though? Is the fact that you sling words around with calling us whores, prostitutes and the like. Especially when you know nothing about any of us. Robi pointed that out to you a few weeks ago. And, like all older people, you are set in your ways and nothing will change your mind on anything. Which is fine by my standards. I don’t really care what you call us. Like I said, I’ve been called worse by better people.”
“Emily, don’t even get me started on your space cadet self. You are from a planet all together different from the planet Earth. I was really trying to withhold judgement until I seen you for myself.”
“And girl, you are not dealing with a full deck. There isn’t much I can say to, or about, you that Robi hasn’t already pointed out.”
She laughed a little.
“Though, I did tell Robi that we really should be nicer to people with special needs.”
She let out a deep breath with a sigh. She moved to stand up and started to break down her rifle.
Once that was done and the rifle was placed back into its case, she reached into her pocket for her phone. Swiping through the contacts, she found the one she was looking for and pressed the button to make the call.
“Hey. He accepted the offer. He was shocked that we were offering two hundred and fifty thousand about asking price. But he accepted it. You’re now the new owner of the bar. Lyric is already on her way here to take over the day to day operations and to get everything in order. The books, inventory, etcetera.”
She listened to the other end of the conversation. Nodding as she grinned.
“Yeah, Candi will be pissed that we bought the bar for sure.”
She stopped again.
“Alright well I’ll see you tomorrow for our match.”
She ended the call and looked back to the camera.
“You’ve both been warned. And, Candi… I have one simple warning for you…”
She slipped the phone back into her pocket and picked up the case.
“If you thought you felt pain when you faced Robi and Forge a few weeks ago… You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
She glanced back to the camera.
“Tomorrow will be a good day to die.”
And the scene goes black.
Case File: NO07.01-1 Closed
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