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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2018 15:56:16 GMT -6
The Rise of PhoenixLocation Unknown “Are you sure you’re up for the challenge?”
“Yes, I can handle any challenge you can give me.”
“This will be your first challenge from the gods and there aren’t many who survive.”
“Those that came before me, the previous Universal Superstars, they all survived and I won’t be the first to fail.
“I hope for your sake that you aren’t. The Universal Superstar lineage could falter here if you fail. The task is simple, meet each of the eleven stars that make up the constellation Taurus in combat.”
“Each star will dictate the terms of the match and you must abide. You must survive. With each match, you will learn something new, something that you will take with you to the next encounter.”
Kneeling before a throned figure is Anaquin Adams, Universal Superstar, paying her respects as she is given direction. She is surrounded behind her by many individuals as they listen to the one on the throne as he speaks to his disciple.
“Many believe you will fail this challenge, Superstar. But, I believe you were chosen for a purpose and you may go down in infamy as the greatest of all Universal Superstars.”
“I appreciate the kind words and will do my best to live up to your beliefs. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”
“Go forward and partake of the challenge and come back, having competed against them all and we will celebrate a celebration of gods!”
The crowd erupts in cheers as suddenly, Anaquin Adams bolts up in her bed. She glances at the clock as she mutters, “I hate it when they do that,” and turns over and returns to sleep.
One Week Ago
It’s just prior to the California Wrestling Division 5 card and Anaquin Adams has not been cleared to compete. She’s excited, however, because her appointment to be evaluated is tomorrow and she’s hoping to be back in the ring.
She has decided that she’s going to mingle with the masses who are waiting to be let into the show. She steps outside and blinks away at the sunshine that threatens to blind her when she feels a tug at her pantleg and she looks down to see the cutest little girl standing there looking up at her. She’s barely three feet high and her blonde hair has been given green tips at the end.
“Hi Ankwin Adam! You’re my favorite wrestler. My mom let me dye my hair green, but not all of it.” Mom and dad are standing behind her and Anaquin looks up at them and smiles. She kneels down next to the girl and turns to face mom and dad, “How about a picture?”
They pose while mom takes a picture and Anaquin turns to the little girl, “So, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I wanna be a wrestler just like you. I just don’t want to be like you when you were being scary.” Anaquin cringes at that as she recalls when she went off the rails for a few weeks there towards the end of her HcW run.
She smiles at the girl, “I don’t want to be scary like that again either. How does that sound?”
“Good,” she says as the little girl smiles and reaches her arm out and gives Anaquin a big little girl hug.
Anaquin glances up at the parents as the little girl releases the hold on the wrestler's neck. She looks at the little girl, “Come see me if you see me at the merchandise stand and I’ll give you something, okay?”
“Okay!” The girl starts to run by towards her parents but looks over her shoulder, “Bye Ankwin Adam!”
Anaquin smiles at the girl and waves back to her as she gets up and moves to mingle with the rest of the crowd, however the little girl’s words stick in her and probably always will.
Today
It’s mid-day, Anaquin Adams has taken to her lair to work, waiting until the hottest part of the day to ensure she is at peak performance. The lair itself is a large abandoned warehouse that is dark, except for a single light that hangs above her workout area. The windows are lined up along the top all the way around the building and most are covered by old, decaying newspaper. The stationary camera is pointed at the workout area that consists of some weights, a pull up bar and a treadmill.
Anaquin Adams is currently on the pull up bar as she finishes her set, she lets herself drop down to the floor and she reaches for a towel to wipe the layers of sweat dripping down her face and onto her neck. She is dressed in a dark tank top, black shorts and dark tennis shoes.
“While it was great to be in Denver and seeing some familiar faces at the Mile High Wrestling show, the acceptance of my challenge didn’t go quite as I saw it. You see, Robi Mitchell, I came onto your turf with the intent of showing you all the respect in the word because the gods see you as a challenge for me. As someone who can take me to my limit. Win or lose, they feel that my being in the ring with you will push me further than I’ve been pushed before.”
She reaches up and touches the slightly discolored area on her forehead. “Your headbutt was impressive but understand that I use the headbutt during every match. I’m well prepared. But you also made a statement to me. In refusing to shake my hand, in restorting to attacking me – I understand. You think you’re the alpha female in Mile High and you were protecting your territory. The message is clear. I don’t intend on staying as my challenge will take me around the world and my home federation is in California. But make no bones about it, Robi Mitchell, I plan to pushing you harder than you have been pushed before.”
She moves over to start loading a dumbell with some weights, “At the Rising of the Phoenix, you and I will take it Phoenix to places it has never seen before and I hope you’re ready. I hope the gods haven’t misjudged your heart. I hope for your sake that you can hang with me, one on one.
“It’s the reputation of the Shieldmaidens versus the adoration of the gods. Only one of us can claim victory. I plan on it being me, even if it takes my final breath. Can you say the same? I’ll see you on Wednesday, Robi Mitchel at the Rise.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2018 20:32:36 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory ††† ††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† ††† You've been warned. †††
>> Fourth of July <<
Her tag match with Widow easy an easy win. Once again, the Shieldmaidens proved why they were a force to be reckoned with. Taking out both Candi and Emily was far too easy. So, they played with their prey.
But when Robi locked in The Maiden’s Shield, she knew that Emily would tap. Easily. Far too easy, in fact. Once her match was done, she had gone to the back and stayed by the ramp to watch Forge’s match. And then joined Alex for hers, of course.
Once the show ended and everyone had showered up, she told the rest of the Maidens that she’d see them back at the hotel. When asked, all she said was that she had something she needed to take care of. She even went so far as to have Forge wait for her by their bikes while she attended Maiden business.
Twenty minutes later, she made her way back to where her husband was waiting with a “Cat Ate The Canary” smile. As she reached him, she walked over and kissed him like she really meant it. Not that he doubted her ever meaning it. But there was an extra bit of fire in that kiss. Forge knew his lady top to bottom, forward and back; that was the sort of kiss that not only heralded a sweaty, fulfilling evening… but one that indicated something magical outside of their shared carnality.
“Okay, baby girl… spill. What’d you do, who’s bleeding and how long do we have to get out of town before the heat comes down?”
Smirking, Forge was only half-joking; again, he knew his lady. And that smile of hers only widened as she pulled back and looked at him.
“One President to another… The Maidens just acquired a new member.”
She took a step back to lean against her bike. Hooking the heels of her palms against it. She had showered before leaving, so the loose braid she sported was still wet. She was dressed in a pair of ripped up jeans, black stiletto knee-high boots and a Shieldmaidens tank top.
“When the Twins were doing their research, imagine my shock when they handed me a file that showed that one of Mile High’s very own superstars used to be in an MC. And, before she could even do much of anything… Guess who came in and busted up the MC and sent three quarters of the MC to prison?”
“...I’m guessing it isn’t Kallahan. We’d know from the get.”
Trenton thinks things over for a moment or two before his brows go up.
“No way… that fuckin’ Marchand prick?!”
She smiled.
“The one and only. So, when I found that out… I arranged a meeting. And, after confirming the information… I offered for her to be patched over into the Maidens. And she accepted.”
She stood there as proud as could be. It had been one of the first really good thing that’s happened for her and the Maidens since she was let out of prison.
“So, at Rise… She’s getting her cut.”
She glanced around the parking lot of the arena. And then looked back to her husband. And by the look in her eyes, she was feeling… adventurous. She needed something to keep that high she was going.
She then turned and looked at him with a devilish grin.
“Do you remember prom night?”
Still trying to wrap his head around everything, Forge pauses a moment, broken from his contemplation. He nods slowly, catching that smouldering look in his wife’s eyes and wondering what he might be in for.
“I still have the scars…”
>> Prom Night 2002 / Plant City, FL <<
Everyone had been raving about Senior Prom. People scrambling to get a date. Boyfriends and girlfriends making plans on color coordinating, what type of limo they wanted. All the things that people talked about when it came to Senior Prom.
At first, Robi had no intentions of going. That is, until her best friend talked her into it.
“Come on, Robi! We’ll go together. And we’ll have fun! Please?”
The brunette looked at her best friend, Kendra, and relented.
“Fine! But Kend, if anyone says anything… I can’t promise that I won’t get kicked out.”
It was widely known that she had a bit of a temper and wasn’t one to fuck with. Though, that didn’t stop the school’s “Mean Girls” from trying to make fun of her every chance they got. Especially since she was significantly younger than they were.
Robi had been given an aptitude test when she was in the 8th grade. And when the results came back, her parents were offered to have her jump a couple of grades. Even at that young age, she was already scoring way above even a high school senior’s level. She was scoring in the ranges of college work. So, when she was thirteen she was moved from the 8th grade to the 10th grade.
And now, at 16, she was attending her Senior Prom.
She turned and started over to the table that sold the tickets. And wouldn’t you know, one of said “Mean Girls” was the one selling them. Robi pulled fifty dollars out of her purse and laid it on the table.
“Two tickets. Please.”
The girl looked up and smirked.
“You? Going to prom? You’re joking, right?”
Robi leaned down, placing her palms on the table and got eye level with the girl.
“Give me my tickets and I won’t rearrange that nose job you just had over Spring Break.”
The girl gasped and gave her the two tickets. Robi straightened up to her full five foot ten height and smiled while taking the tickets.
“Thank you.”
When she and Kend turned to leave, they both broke out in giggles. Meanwhile, in a limo pulling up to the front of the venue, Trenton sat with several of his running buddies and teammates from the football team. Thankfully, they were smart enough to spare him the “you clean up well” jokes… but somehow, the future Forge knew that someone was going to make him fuck them up tonight and he didn’t look forward to having to pay for the damn monkey suit.
“How did I let you fuckwits talk me into this idiotic little breeding ritual? You know good and damn well that this ain’t my style.”
Laughter amid the guys as they, one by one, step from the limo. Jasper, following Trenton, whispers into his ear where the other guys can’t hear.
“‘Cuz I heard a rumor that Robi was gonna be here and you jumped on that shit like a Jew on a fuckin’ penny.”
Considering for a moment, Forge shrugs and dusts himself off.
“Sounds like some bullshit I’d fall for. She ain’t here, though? You’re paying for this fuckin’ suit.”
“Please! I wouldn’t do a brother like that!”
That said, the group of guys headed inside; half of them massive, being part of the defensive line, the rest being at the very least built. Forge? He was a strong safety back then… preferred staying back and picking fuckers off when they least expected it. So he was built for quick impacts. But already being 6’3”, he still hung well with the rest, size-wise. His eyes, against his will, started looking for Robi the moment he was in the doors…
It wouldn’t take long before the very person he was looking for, made her appearance. She and Kendra were standing over by a small group of people. For the moment, all that he could see was the back of her form fitting dress. Well, the lack of a back of the dress. Her back was bare and it looked as if the dress was held up by invisible straps or something. The lower part of it came to rest just above where the lower back and the ass met. Her hair fell down her back in a waterfall of curls. And she wore a pair of matching three-inch stiletto heels. Raising her height from five foot ten to six foot one.
She had gone all out for the prom. Her mother made a point when she said that Robi would regret not going as it was the most exciting night of her young life. So, she went and had her nails done. She also had a friend of her mothers do her makeup and hair. As for the jewelry… Well, the rumors of her being “Daddy’s Girl” were quite true as the jewels she wore with her dress were, in fact, real. Real diamonds, real obsidian and real platinum.
And then she turned around… and Forge was already staring. Forge was already in that frame of mind he carried to this day, hating humanity at large. But if he took one lesson from his parents, it was if you’re going to do something, fucking do it right. His tuxedo was all black from jacket to trousers, boots to bowtie, shirt to cummerbund. Tailored for a young man of his side with broad shoulders and muscles on top of muscles? He looked, in a word, dangerously handsome. His hair, a bit longer in those days, was braided and hung halfway down his back, his facial hair neatly trimmed. One hand bore a ring with a skeleton hawk on it, his cufflinks a matching silver.
Time stopped around them as tends to happen in such situations. Forge didn’t feel himself walk over to Robi, but he knew, oddly, that he was moving nonetheless. Jasper, Kendra and the rest were all absorbed in their own matters… but they did watch after a fashion. Robi, the young Daddy’s Girl with the bad attitude and violent tendencies staring up at the antisocial, avoid-at-most-costs, in-and-out-of-juvie Trenton… who starred right back. He took Robi’s hand without a word and brought it to his lips, almost able to look her in the eye thanks to those heels.
“How the fuck did you get talked into this shit?”
...no, he was not a smooth talker.
It was Kendra that broke the silence of the group watching Robi and Trenton. She leaned towards Jasper and whispered to him.
“Am I seeing this right, Jazz? Trenton Mitchell. In a tux. At prom? And finally talking to Robi?”
The petite blonde looked up to the much bigger football player. Jasper, being Jasper, had the biggest smile on is face.
“And it’s about fuckin’ time, too.”
In the meantime, when Trenton walked over and took her hand, she felt a zing shoot up her spine. She hadn’t realized that she was holding her breath until he asked her a question. One which she released when she went to answer.
“Kendra. And my mother.”
It was indeed thanks to the heels that she was able to pretty much look him in the eye as they stood there. She didn’t realize that her hand was still in his as they stood there. However, she did tilt her head slightly as she looked him over.
“And how did you get talked into this?”
“Jazz said you’d be here. That was enough for me.”
He also didn’t fuck around with being coy. He said what he thought, spoke the truth, and fuck anyone who didn’t like it. And that was 100% the score: Robi was gonna be there? Trent would be, too. Realizing he was still holding her hand as well, he stared at it… but didn’t let go.
“Three hundred for the suit rental, another couple bills for the limo and booze, whatever the hell the tickets cost and the time I’m losing at the shop…”
He looks her over again and, finally, breaks into a small smile.
“All fucking worth it.”
Of course, at about that time, someone else came walking up… Brant, another player on the football team, one who Trenton didn’t get along with. There were a couple close calls in the past, but being as they had no classes together, coaches and teammates were always about to break up anything before it started.
“I know you didn’t pay for that yourself, Mitchell. Where’d you swipe that from? K-Mart? The funeral home?”
Forge’s expression twitches, the smile going away instantly.
“I thought they hired security to keep the riff-raff out of here. Guess they aren’t getting paid enough. I hope you didn’t come thinking you were gonna get the crown or something…”
“What have I told you about breathing my fucking air, Brant?”
He doesn’t look at the blonde; focusing on Robi is the only thing keeping him from starting something.
“Shouldn’t you be sucking up to some jailbait since they’re the only ones in this shit town you haven’t tried to impregnate yet?”
She didn’t say anything during the exchange between Trenton and the school’s resident asshole jock. Brant came from money. Old money. And he had on qualms about reminding everyone about that. There had been rumors that Brant was known for hitting it and quitting it. And he was especially cruel to the girls who actually turned him down. Telling everyone what a horrible lay she was or the exact opposite, what a whore she was. The worst one was when he tried to spread the rumor that most of the football team had run a train on Kendra.
THAT? That pissed Robi off to the point where she went into the men’s locker room and confronted Brant himself. Right in front of all of his buddies. The end result? She had ended the conversation by breaking his nose.
But at that exact moment, she was watching Trenton’s reaction to Brant and his attempt at trying to pick a fight. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on his hand. Letting him know that she was there; to focus on her.
And then it happened… Brant switched tactics.
“Or, you could always fuck the town whore.”
And then Brant reared back and slapped Robi right on the ass. And she physically twitched. Trenton, however, did more than twitch. On reflex as much as anger, he turned and in the same motion let go of Robi’s hand and lunged at Brant, driving his forehead right into the star quarterback’s mouth. Brant left his feet, hitting the floor hard and upsetting a table as he grabbed for support on the way down. No one was sitting there, thankfully… not that Trenton gave a fuck. Brant sat up on his hands and Forge loomed over him, an odd white something sticking into the flesh of his forehead, tinged with red. Brant stares a moment, then a hand goes to his mouth…
That thing stuck in Forge’s head? One of Brant’s teeth.
“You greased-up piece of shit! I’ll-”
Forge leans in, audibly growling, and grabs Brant up by the lapels of his jacket. No small fellow, about six feet and 200 pounds, Brant is hauled up like he’s nothing. Off his feet in Forge’s hands, he’s shoved up against the wall hard before being lowered as Forge lets go with one hand and pulls that tooth from his head. His other hand closes around Brant’s throat and he yells in his face.
“Open your FUCKING mouth!”
The moment he does, Forge shoves that tooth in Brant’s mouth and makes him swallow, shoving him against the wall again with both hands, leaning in close to roar at him again.
“If… you… EVER… call her that again… if you touch her… if you so much as LOOK at her in a way I don’t like? Big Daddy will never find every piece of you!”
“You fucking psycho! I’ll-”
“What? The FUCK will you do? Call papa? Call the cops? You think THEY fucking scare ME? You think JAIL scares ME? NOTHING scares me, least of all a white-bread, milky piece of silver-spoon-sucking shit like you! Get this through your fucking skull, you worthless sack: I will fucking end you and do the time with a smile on my face! Now you apologize to her before I make you eat your goddamn balls next!”
By now there’s a ring of people watching what’s going on, with chaperones on their walkie-talkies, no doubt calling security to break this up. Yet no one seems willing to get in the middle… not even Robi. She stands back, watching, her expression hard to read. Brant, perhaps having it finally dawn on him exactly what he’s done, mutters out an apology to Robi after which Forge shoves him back one last time before letting go.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
Scrambling off, Forge is still seething, staring at the wall. Still… next to no one wanted to approach him. Even the security just coming into the hall is… wary. It was then that both Kendra and Jasper came over to the both of them. Kendra grabbing Robi’s hand; Jasper dipping down to talk to Trenton.
“Hey man, let’s get out of here before the cops show up, yeah?”
Even Jasper was wary of touching his friend, but manned up and laid a hand on the big man’s shoulder. At the same time, Kendra was trying to drag Robi out to the emergency exit before anyone could catch them.
“What the fuck was that all about?!”
Robi was resisting Kendra’s pulling her.
“I... I need to... Kend, I can’t just leave him like that!”
She finally pulled out of Kendra’s hold and turned to go back to where Trenton and Jasper were. She placed a hand on Jasper’s shoulder and simply nodded at him. Silently letting him know that she was gonna handle this.
She slipped to stand between him and the wall. She raised her hand up and placed it against his cheek. Guiding his attention to her.
“Trenton... Forge... Baby, we need to get out of here before the cops get here.”
He hadn’t even reacted when Jazz tried to reach him. Somehow, though, Robi’s touch snapped him out of his violent torpor. She worried about just how much blood was pouring from his head. She reached over to a table and snatched up one of the cloth napkins. She dipped it in water and then began to try and staunch the bleeding. God, she hated head wounds! They bled like a sonofabitch.
As she pressed the napkin to his forehead she kept trying to get him to leave with her and the other two. And then she took a chance and did the one thing neither of them were expecting… She leaned forward and kissed him. He was already coming out of it but that kiss pushed him through the rest of the clouds. He hadn’t even felt the line of red inching down his face, slowed only by his beard.
“Yeah… yeah, good idea…”
He sounded a little confused, but knew enough to know he didn’t want to be there when the cops came. Afraid of them? No. Afraid of jail? No. But that didn’t mean he had a desire to deal them with either. Slipping out of the back with Robi, parting from Kendra and Jazz in the process, Trenton led Robi over to a clump of brush and trees, an odd place to go all considered since it was the opposite direction of the parking lot, but Robi soon found out why.
Now, that dress of hers wasn’t going to do her much good on Trenton’s bike, but before she could muster out a protest where that was concerned, he had started it up and pulled her across his lap, in essence having her ride side-saddle while he directed the hog toward the road. Luck, thankfully, was on their side and they managed to get out of the area before the cops came down on the place. And some twenty minutes they came to the garage where Trenton worked and lived since leaving home. He had a small apartment around back that was, if nothing else, clean and private. It was no Hampton Inn, though.
The evening was quickly becoming a blur… it wasn’t till he shut the bike off and helped her down that he actually realized what was going on.
“Well… that was fucked up. Sorry about ruining your night, Robi.”
That was the shit of it; for the first time in his life, he WAS sorry. She turned to him and shook her head.
“You didn’t ruin my night, Trenton. In fact, you saved me from the night. I should thank you. I AM thanking you.”
However, internally? She was warring with herself. The attraction was there. Boy was it ever. Ever since that day at the beach, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She had even gone so far as to start asking people about him. Ultimately, though… It was Kendra who came through.
The small blonde had algebra with Jasper. And with Jasper being Trenton’s best friend, getting information was easy. Especially when he found out that Kendra was asking because Robi wanted to know.It wouldn’t be until much later that Robi would find out that she and Jasper set them up to be at prom. And, it had worked wonders. Where Jasper had told Trenton that she was going to be there; Kendra had done the same by telling Robi Trenton was going to be there. And the subterfuge worked like a charm.
That is, until Brant happened.
As they stood there, she began to worry her bottom lip. And as she spoke, she hooked a thumb to indicate the direction of behind her.
“So.. Uhhh… Sorry about the kiss back there. I… I didn’t know what else to do to get you to come ‘round-”
Before she could finish the thought, Trent gave in to his instinct and took hold of her, kissing her hard. The impulse, the desire… couldn’t wait any longer at that point. Thankfully, Robi was feeling the same despite her apology…
>> Present Day <<
They were finally back in New Orleans and at the end of the work day on Friday, Robi shot a text message to Alex.
[Hey. Come to the clubhouse when you’re done for the day.]
She stood up from her last customer and as the guy left, she locked the door behind him. Yeah, they closed early on Fridays and opened late on Saturdays. Besides, they were having a party that night to celebrate everyone’s wins on the show that week. Alex’s answer comes back presently.
[Alright. Be there in 15]
She had everyone else head outside to the party while she headed upstairs to the Church room. This was a conversation she needed to have with her VP and her VP only. There was a big change coming to the Maidens. Both good and bad. Mostly good, though. Or at least that’s what she believed.
So as she waited, she looked down to the table and the Shieldmaidens’ insignia carved into it. It had been a gift from her father. He had come across a piece of Rosewood and had surprised the girls with it. Explaining that everything was hand carved. By him.
It was absolutely beautiful… And for Robi… Held sentimental value and memories. Especially now that both her parents were gone.
“I sure hope you’re both lookin’ down and are proud with Trent and I, Mom and Pops.”
Just then, the door opens and Alex walks in.
“¿Quiubo, Parce?”
Robi looked up when the door opened and Alex walked in. Upnodding to her, she nodded to Alex’s seat at the table. Waiting until she was seated, she leaned back in her own chair and looked the Latina up and down.
“You trust me, right? Like, you trust me to make a decision about the club without consulting the officers or the voting members of the club?”
She was going somewhere with this, she just needed to ask that question to get it out of the way. Alex frowns slightly. Where was this going?
“Everyone sees you as the den mother of el Parche. Are you asking my permission to do something?”
She noted the frown but pressed on. Shaking her head slightly, she moved from leaning back in the chair to leaning against the table with her arms.
“Not so much permission as I need to make sure you’re ok with a decision I made without the voting members of the club. And I assure you, it was done with every intention that benefits the club.”
She looked to the woman who had been her best friend and sister for almost ten years. There was an unspoken bond that she and Alex shared. One that no one would ever understand. They’ve had their fights with each other. Times when they were both upstairs screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs because they disagreed with something the other did. And each time it happened, and things got quiet upstairs, it always made the other Maidens wonder if they had finally killed each other. Only to have them come back downstairs acting as if nothing had just happened.
“Part of me wants to ask what you’ve gone and done… but the other part is screaming, “Alejandra Mariana Carbajal de Gonzalez, do not start questioning so poorly now!” You know I have your back, RJ.”
She couldn’t help the laugh that came at the usage of Alex saying her full name to herself. Shaking her head lightly.
“I’ll never understand the need to have so many names.”
Alex just shrugged.
“It is just using both family names. You would have been Robi Jean Kavanaugh de Sørensen.”
Then Robi got down to the business of explaining what she’d done. And why she’d done it.
“We’re getting a new Shieldmaiden. I can’t say who it is right now. But at Rise, you’ll understand. And I don’t want you, of all people, to be mad at me for doing what I did. But, she’ll be patched in at Rise. Well, patched over. She was in an MC back in Florida. And one of the reasons I made the decision is two-fold. One: She’ll make a HELL of a Maiden. And I’m sure you’ll agree when you find out who it is at Rise. And Two: She has a direct connection with Marchand. Information we can use to get this guy off our asses. All of our asses… “
Alex nodded. This was a rather monumental decision to have made.
“We’ll want to be careful how it is brought to the table. Somehow, we’ll need the others to feel like they were allowed to choose her themselves. If they feel she is pushed upon them, that will be bad. We will want her accepted as a sister, not looked upon as something they had to tolerate to keep “Mother” happy.”
She nodded in agreement.
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you first. I’ll call Church tomorrow and we’ll all discuss it then…”
And then they fell into talking about other things. Mainly… their upcoming PPV show ‘Rise in Phoenix’.
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“I’m honestly not sure how I came to be on your radar. But, I do know this, I will be someone you won’t ever forget. Be it by the scars you’ll be sportin’ after our match. Or by the fact that, IF you win, the fact that I gave you the fight of your life.”
“I may be new to the game, it doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to how the politics of it works. See, some would call my undefeated streak ‘beginners luck’. And they may very well be right. Who’s to say?”
“What I can tell you, though? Just like everyone else on that roster, I bust my ass out there in that ring. When I step into the ring, I’m no longer Robi Mitchell, President of The Shieldmaidens. No, I become something else entirely. My husband, Forge, has taken on the moniker of being the ‘Martyr Machine’, but truthfully? I’m still trying to find my own footing in this game.”
“Sure, I go out there week after week, and kick ass. And what’s funny? Is the fact that people in that locker room has completely fucking forgot what being a ‘heel’ actually. I’m not here to win friends. I’m not here to influence people. I’m here to wreck shit. I’m here to remind people that there aren’t nice people in this world. I don’t give fuck who you, or they, are.”
“Did I make my point on the Fourth of July clear? I don’t know who you. I don’t care who you are outside of you being the one that tossed down a challenge to face me at Rise in Phoenix.”
“Though, in a way, I should thank you. I have a feeling that, had you not come out and interrupted Emily Falls, she was going to challenge me to a match at Rise. And let’s face it, I would’ve destroyed her… Again.”
The scene around her comes into focus and Robi can be seen sitting at a huge table. In the center of that table was carved the Shieldmaidens logo. Robi was leaning back in the chair; her feet propped up on the edge of said table.
“But, Anaquin, you? I have a feeling you’ll actually give me a fight. You’ll give me the fight I’ve been looking for in this farce of a company. And it fucking sucks that someone, outside of it, is the one that came to challenge me in a match. Do I believe that you’re on some mission from your ‘Gods’? Perhaps. Who’s to say? All we can do is take your word for it. Right?”
“Now, there’s nothing to say that you’re wrong. Or that you’re bat shit crazy. I may not believe the same way that you do. But, I do believe that YOU believe you are. And that’s what matters, right? That you believe it?”
“I am not some God-Fearing woman. Hell, I question whether or not God even exists. But you and your Gods… That could actually be a thing. To you. And to anyone else who believes the same. That’s not for me to say.”
“What IS for me to say? You have no idea of the Pandora’s Box that you’ve opened. But you will. I will prove why you should abandon all hope. You will see why Hope is both a blessing and a curse.”
“You have this hope that you’ll appease your Gods with a triumphant win over the Wicked Witch of the Bayou. But it’ll be that Hope that betrays you. It will be that Hope that is your downfall… Your curse. In the moments just before the match comes to an end, you’ll finally figure out that Hope… Failed you.”
“Hell is empty, Anaquin… And the Maidens are here.”
The scene goes black.
Case File NO07.08-01 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 20:02:08 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory ††† ††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† ††† You've been warned. †††
>> Phoenix, AZ <<
After the talk she had with Alex the previous week, she needed to talk to the others. And since they were in Phoenix, and all staying at the same hotel, she decided to use one of the hotel’s offered meeting rooms.
Sending a text message to everyone.
[Maidens, calling church. Meeting in the hotel’s meeting room. Room A. Five minutes.]
Once the text went out, she sat down at the head of the table and reminisced.
The door opens to interrupt the memory. Alex Carbajal, Jackie Layton, Ophelia Blaque-Donnely, Angelique LeRoux and Fianna Donnelly enter the room, Alex taking the room in and shaking her head.
“¡Hijueputa! This room is very…”
She shakes her head some more even as they all take their usual positions at the table.
Robi looked up and laughed a little.
“...over the top? Yeah. But it’s what they had for what we need.”
Ophelia couldn’t help the snicker that came.
“Not the first posh office I’ve ever been in. Certainly not the worst.”
Fianna looked to the five foot two Giver of Death and shrugged.
“Best one I’ve e’er been in. Tha’s fer sure.”
Looking over to Robi with a sheepish grin.
“Church no’ wit’standin’ tha’ is.”
Robi waved it off and motioned for everyone to sit. Alex takes her spot first and everyone else fills in, Jackie being the last to take her seat. The young blonde woman looks around and then shrugs before looking to her president.
“What’s up, Boss?”
She looked at each and everyone.
“What I’m about to say, I need only one thing from each of you.”
Widow arched a brow at that.
“I need your trust that I’m doing what’s best for the club. Alex and I have talked about it already. And now I’m bringing it to the table.”
Fianna frowned slightly.
“Sorry, but tha fact tha’ ye e’en have t’ say tha’... Robi, we love ye. An’ we know tha’ ye’d ne’er do anythin’ t’ hurt tha Maidens. So, wha’e’er ye did… I’m ok wit’ it.”
She shrugged.
“Jus’ m’ two cents.”
Fianna looked to Alex, Widow, Jackie and Angel. Waiting for each of them to speak their feelings. Jackie shrugs.
“I… not sure what you’re asking of us…”
Robi looked at them, and then to Alex, before continuing on.
“I’ve made a decision to patch someone over into the Maidens. I can’t tell you who, yet. But rest assure, I did it for a good reason. And a good cause. Like I told Alex, when the twins came to be with some information about someone in Mile High that used to be in an MC, and that her MC was busted up… And by whom… I jumped at the chance to have her join the Maidens. It was one of those ‘jump or lose’ situations. And so… I talked to her. And, after confirming the information, I made the decision to ask her to join the Maidens and be patched over.”
“Now, aside from the fact that she’s going to make a fucking hell of a Maiden, she has history with someone who’s recently become one of our, not so favorite, people…”
Jackie frowns in confusion, as do most of the others. Alex nods to everyone.
“Marchand.”
Jackie nods, realization and understanding blooming inside her mind almost immediately.
“Oh wow…”
“Wow, indeed.”
Widow spoke up. She looked over to Robi and leaned her elbows on the table.
“So, this person… Who ever it is… Has past dealings with this new Marshall… And we’re supposed to what, exactly? Take her at her word that she’s not working with him?”
She leaned back in the chair.
“You should’ve let me take him out when he first came on the scene, Robi. I’m not sure I like this.”
Angel looked at the others and then, per usual, spoke her mind.
“She’s not wrong. I mean, how do we know this person is on the up and up? Ok, sure, she was in an MC. One that got taken down. By Marchand. How do we know she wasn’t his C.I.? How long was she in the MC before they were busted up?”
Robi looked to Angel and Widow, nodding.
“I thought about that. Which is one of the reasons I decided to let her join. What better way to keep an eye on the enemy than to have a POSSIBLE one in our midst. Though, from what I’ve been able to tell, and from what the twins were able to find, she’s on the up and up. And you know as well as I do that, aside from Noah, the twins can find anything. Even shit that’s not supposed to be found. They would’ve found something. And believe me, they looked.”
Widow looked to the others.
“Would anyone be upset if I asked Noah to do some checking? Not that I don’t trust the Twins. I just… I wanna be sure. And between him, the Twins and Epsilon, I think we can come to the conclusion that she’s ok.”
Robi looked at Widow.
“Only after Rise. I gave my word that we’d wait until after Rise to reveal who she is.”
She sat back and looked at them all.
“I didn’t go into this blindly. I got everything from the Twins. And Widow, if you want Noah to look into it, by all means, ask him. But ONLY after Rise.”
Alex nods to the rest of the club members assembled there.
“If it makes everyone feel better about this, I’ll call Nikki Peltier and have her look too. We’ll have them check her out, in triplicate. The twins, Noah, Nikki, there’s no way anything slips by ALL of them. How’s that?”
Widow, Fianna and Angel all nodded in agreement as Robi nodded.
“Ok. Thank you for trusting me in this. My first priority is, and always will be, the Maidens. Everyone knows this.”
She smacked her hand on the table to bring the meeting to an end.
“Good luck to everyone tomorrow night. We all have a hell of a show to put on for our adoring fans.”
Yep, Robi actually made a joke of the fact that they were probably the most hated of Mile High Superstars. Jackie, Fianna, Ophelia and Angel get up and take their leave, Alex staying behind with Robi.
“You think it will be ok?”
Robi turned her attention to her VP.
“Honestly? I think it’ll be great. I don’t foresee this person doing any harm to us. I understand their reservations. I had them myself. But, so far? This person has proven to be honest and loyal. And I think she’ll be loyal to the Maidens. Just like we all are.”
Alex nods, glancing to the door.
“You think the triple check soothed it over for them?”
She nods once.
“I do. And I’m ok if they want to do it. Though, to make Widow feel better, I’ll let her bring Epsilon in as well. That way we can have them checked out four different ways. I don’t want this to blow back in my face, so… I’ll do what needs done.”
“¡Viva El Parche!”
Case File: NO07.10-02 Open
“Pride goeth before the Fall.”
“Isn’t that funny how people say that when it comes to someone being confident in their own abilities? People say I’m prideful because I have the Maidens to back me up. What’s funny is they don’t know about how prideful I was before I even founded the Shieldmaidens.”
“But, each and everyone of them were chosen to be a Maiden for various reasons.”
She was leaning against her custom made Harley Davidson Night Rod. She was painted in a matte black. Nothing on the bike able to be seen glinting in the sunlight, or any light for that matter. It was a bike meant to blend into the darkness.
“Alex because she’s one of the most level headed women I know. She’s loyal to the club and the Maidens as a whole. She’s a great confidant and I don’t know how I was ever able to keep this club going if not for her.”
“Widow because, let’s face it, she’s one of the baddest bitches I know. Not to mention, if anyone scares me… That woman does. She’s also loyal.”
“Angelique. She’s here because she and I used to absolutely HATE each other. So much that we actually tried to kill each other. On a number of occasions. But now? She’s one of the best Maidens in the club. She’s loyal, brutally honest and has no problem trying to put me in my place.”
“Fianna because… Well, let’s just say it’s best for Maidens business. And she’s a dynamite gal.”
“Jackie? Jackie is there because, when the chips are all down, she’s down with, and for, the club. She does what needs to be done and then some.”
She pushes up from the bike to stand up. And since Forge seen fit to bring their Pitbulls, Brutus and Judas, with them. They were standing on either side of her.
“People want to make assumptions about us. They want to call us whores and prostitutes. They want to think that we’re a harem for people like my husband. And you know what? That’s fine. Let them think that. Because in thinking that, they make mistakes.”
“Mistakes in which we will cash in on. Candi Bratton made that mistake. Twice. As did Emily Falls. Skrabz made that mistake. Isaac mad that mistake with Widow. Streetz is another. Everyone has made the mistake of not taking us seriously. And every single one of them has lived to regret it.”
“Well, not so much Candi Bratton…. But, she will.”
She stood between either dog, heavy chains hooked to each of their collars. Both looked up to Robi as she moved and then moved to staring straight ahead.
“Anyway, my point is that I do walk in the path of Sin. And my sin is Pride. I’m proud of the woman I am today. I’m proud of the woman I used to be. I’m proud of my Maidens. I’m proud of my husband.”
“And if Pride goeth before the Fall?”
“Well, since Hell is empty… And we’re already here? It won’t be that far of a fall, now will it?”
“You came out and challenged me, Anaquin. Let’s hope your own pride doesn’t get in the way.”
Case File: NO07.10-02 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 20:25:51 GMT -6
July 10, 2018 Somewhere in Arizona
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Anaquin. Since she was small, since her first visit to the pediatrician, all she ever dreamed about was being a nurse or perhaps a doctor. She watched as the nurse did all those things the nurses do and even when they pulled out the needle, she didn’t cry or scream. She sat there watching the needle slide into her arm as the nurse pushed the medicine into her flesh.
This was what she wanted to do.
The older she got, the more determined she was. She excelled in school, even to the point of falling into the primary definition of a nerd. She didn’t party, she didn’t have a boyfriend, she didn’t do all the things that most teens want to do. She was determined. Focused.
College was just the same. No time for fun. No time for relationships. No time for anything unless it was about medicine. She studied day and night.
Her residency was exactly what you’d expect as she found that she knew most of the answers. Got praised by the doctors for whom she worked.
Then she was admitted. The woman who would change the life of Anaquin forever.
Anaquin walked away. 16 plus years of school, constant studying, all thrown away.
For the life of a Universal Superstar.
The Rise in Phoenix was barely a day away and Anaquin Adams had found the perfect rock to climb.
She parked her bike and prepared to climb as she attached all her equipment and then prepared to ascend. The climb was difficult, but she lives for the thrill now. A far cry from the girl she grew up now. Risk taking was a part of her life. Her parents practically disowned her when she walked away from a potential gig as a doctor, throwing away all of her training. There was screaming and yelling when she tried to explain her new chosen path as a Universal Superstar, but they weren’t listening.
The clean, neat Anaquin Adams of old was now the tattooed, motorcycle riding, green hair wearing, death defying professional wrestling. Taking risk after risk whenever possible. The challenge was no different. There were very few videos to studying of RJ Mitchell, queen of the MC. There were some things in common. But she was a relative unknown, and certainly it is the other way around.
She reaches for a rock, but it’s not as secure as she originally thought and it comes loose from the wall and she drops a little until she’s hanging from her other hand. She grunts as she tries to pull herself up and latch onto a more secure ledge before she finally is able to plant her feet.
She pauses, trying to catch her breath before she continues upward and onward until she finally reaches the top.
She sits down on the surface, reaching into her backpack for a bottle of water and begins to drink. She reaches behind her and pulls loose her ponytail allowing her hair to fall free and then reaches into the pack for her phone. She stands up and walks to the ledge and takes a few pictures before turning the phone over and checking for a signal.
None.
She decides to just turn on the video recorder and she’ll upload it later.
“Arizona is amazing,” she says as she looks into the camera. She pans it around as she shows her view from atop her new perch.
“Don’t ask me why I’ve never been here before. But, tomorrow night is the night! The challenge was made and accepted. The Queen of the Shieldmaidens versus the Universal Superstar. I’m not going to lie, I’m typically far more confident going into a match than I was feeling before I climbed this rock, but now I’m one hundred percent ready for you, Robi Mitchell. This atmosphere, this scenery, this climate was exactly what I needed to refresh myself because after tomorrow, regardless of the outcome I am on a plane to California where I go one on one with Troy Maddox in my quest for the crown.”
She reaches up and runs her fingers through her long, green hair and she grins, “But tomorrow night, the first of my eleven challenges as I will walk into Mile High Wrestling. Maybe say hello to some familiar faces such as Rob Mack, Samantha Hamilton, Tyke Index and Lance Mikes. Then I will prepare myself for combat.”
“Robi Mitchell, you question whether or not it is pride that beckons me to challenge you?” Anaquin considers that for a moment before shaking her head, “Not pride. You see for my entire life, I was raised to do one thing. Heal. But in the blink of an eye, my entire life changed direction and now this life I lead is a series of challenges for me. One thrill after another. Riding my bike. Climbing the side of a mountain. Skydiving. Cliffdiving. And professional wrestling. All of these things inspire me to test my limits. To see how far I can push myself. To conquer illogical fears and to test those make-believe boundaries that others have placed upon themselves. Such is my challenge to you. Yes, I wrestle primarily for California Wrestling Division and before that HCW. Yet, those are imaginary boundaries. Why do I need to limit myself when there is an ocean of challenges out there waiting for me to test myself? There is no pride in me, only the thrill of the hunt. The hunger inside of me to take up the next challenge and then the next and then the next. I strive to be the best and if I’m not the best, I need to know where I need to improve.”
She takes another drink of water. “As the Phoenix rises from the flames tomorrow night, expect the fire to grow even hotter when you and I step into the ring. I can’t say what type of competition you’ve faced so far in Mile High Wrestling, but I can promise you that I will be your toughest challenge to date and I hope to be able to say the same about you.”
She clicks off her recording that she’ll upload later. She places the items back into her pack, before securing it on her own back as she walks to the edge of the cliff and jumps.
It isn’t long before the sound of her bike fills the canyon as she puts it in gear and drives off.
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