Post by Red Bull Icon on Dec 2, 2011 23:56:06 GMT -5
(It’s morning. We open in the concourse of the condo complex Dr. Hans Lieberjosch used to live in. Before he lost his home to Tyvola on a bet. Before anyone knew Tyvola knew enough to wager. The birds don’t chirp anymore. What few birds remain. The squirrels don’t run, prance, or scamper anymore. What few squirrels there still are. The children are gone. Whisked away to the safety that only large amounts of space between them and the Bearded Bastard can provide.
The grass is overgrown and unkempt. The exterior walls of numerous units bare incredible holes and harbor the mold spores that erupt from the rotting drywall and insulation. Papers, bills, marriage certificates, birth certificates, last wills and testaments, torn pages of the Holy Bible, doesn’t matter they all litter the ground. Ripped to shreds, balled up and discarded, rained down from the second floor like a horrible tinker tape parade to the unspeakable absurdity of it all.
This is a dark place now. This used to be so much. Used to hold so much promise. So much potential. Young families raising little baby girls. The kind with names like Nikki or Tiffany or Sheena. Ending in a vowel, pretty nappy hair, and eyes full of hope. This used to be the kind of place where hard working men, creative to a fault, could come home to a loving lover and flirtatiously play until sun rise. Sparks that one time shined so bright as to keep the monsters at bay, in the shadows, unspoken of have faded. Little girls without fathers. Sweethearts fallen to heart break. Souls allowed, forcibly, to falter and slide down the slippery spiraled slope into madness. Such a pristine canvas now covered, thick coats of pitch black ichor, erasing all that was before it.
All signs of life gone. The last visage of hope long abandoned. This is a bad place now. This is the home of the Jackal of Jwar Isle. This is hell on earth, where monsters roam, and demons play. This is where you find the Unified Global Wrestling Consortiums unbeatable Heavyweight Champion. And she knows it.
We first met Ellie Ammons a few months back. A typical college student. Pre-med who grew visibly ashamed at the sight of how much blood Tyvola spilled while on set at The Deadliest Warrior. An appearance set up by Mary-Joana Roberts and signed off on by Dexter Vines. We learned last week that after growing increasing obsessed with the UGWC Ms. Ammons went missing. And now here she is. Surveying the barren wasteland forged in the Bestial Butcher’s image. Walking through the grim valley of the reality she’s found herself in. Then she sees him.
Stepping out of one of a hole in the wall. Championship title in one hand. Charred flesh of some unnamed animal in the other. His eyes, those evil dirty yellow eyes, fixated on the young lady. Frozen…)
(It’s a desolated stretch of New Mexico desert highway. A blacked out Chevy Camaro speeds past an abandoned and dilapidated shack. The same shack in fact that once saw Mary-Joanna Roberts dressed untypically in loose jeans and Converse sneakers run out from to meet Tyvola for the first time. He was on his way to pummeling Travis Pierce for the UGWC title. She was serving some as of yet unknown agenda.
Such memories but less intriguing than the car her unnamed male companion used to own. The car MJ kept after his untimely demise at the hands of the Homicidal Hobo. The car she used to drive Conni to a pathetically tiny Mexican village to reunite with the beast’s owner. The car she disappeared in after she seemed to find whatever it was she was looking for in the months that followed her brutal grape at the hands of Tyvola.
We cut to the interior. MJ’s in the driver’s seat. The bohemian attire she was forced to wear or suffer at the hands of JoJI replaced with the more fitting, and better fitting, charcoal pinstriped skirt suit. This time the jeans and sneakers belong to Ellie.)
Ellie; “Why are you doing this?”
MJ; “I beg your pardon Sue?”
Ellie; “Call me Ellie. Sue is my mom’s name.”
Ellie; “I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. Why are you helping me?”
MJ; “Because you asked. And I could use a check mark in the ‘good’ column. I have a lot to repay.”
Ellie; “She told me he was dead you know?”
MJ; “I’m not surprised. A mother’s love can force some very strange behavior. You think you’re doing one thing for good, but you end up doing two for the bad.”
Ellie; “So, you now. Doing for the good or bad?”
MJ; “Good, of course. You contacted me. I’m helping despite my better judgement.”
Ellie; “Think he’ll be happy?”
MJ; “I know.”
(Ooley sits in a chair. Dexter Vines sits in a chair. Hope Paulson and Roxy Malone sit in chairs. Tyvola stands next to the one he found in Moss Edwards office and wheeled into the board room. His hands on the desk threatening to splinter the cheaply made IKEA bought piece of furniture under his power.)
Tyvola; “And despite…”
Sue; “And statues! Don’t forget the statues, Dummy! I want huge solid gold statues crafted by the best Dwarven hands from the Lava Claw Reaches. Ruby eyes, the mane of thousand thoroughbred horses for the beard, and for the heart as pure as HER love the purest most perfect diamond from Sharn. All of them. All of them must be the single best ever to properly honor HER favored. HER Jackal. HER Hunter. HER King. There will be none left in the wake of JoJI to survive long enough to tell the tales of HER Hero, so he must be immortalized in solid gold. Timeless! Damnit, Dummy they can’t hear me if you keep shouting.”
(Tyvola looks to the chair. He looks to Sue. An outfit befitting an Oracle rests restlessly on her petite frame. Flowing robes flutter in the nonexistent wind. Her red fiery hair dripping like molten metal over her eyes.)
Tyvola; “Sorry. Listen to us we’re…”
(She’s a used car saleswoman now. Hair puffy and big, cheek blushed with rouge, blouse showing off more of the curves she didn’t have a minute ago but now she’s showing off more than she should.)
Sue; “And for the fallen and pathetic challengers to HIS Throne. They must be remembered as well. They must serve as a stark reminder for all to come. For Gabrielle. The bitchwhorecuntdumpsterbackalleycumrecepticle. She will live out the remained of her days as she lived every moment leading up to her demise. Her utter and complete refusal to be remade. To unleash who she should have been. She will be bound to the a densewood tree in the very center of Bant. On her knees, ass in the air inviting all she’d have, mouth opened by bramble bushes, nipples licked by a Risia ice mephit to maintain their erect nature. She would be had by any and every manner of beast or man if not for the fact that she had been claimed by the Razer of Realms. Instead however, and only because his Garish Grace is generous she will be sustained on nothing but the dripping of their pricks. Never to be touched, never to be clean, but always longing for more than the result… Dummy, please I’m on a roll and you’re scaring them.”
(Tyvola’s nails had begun to dig into the laminate covering of the table. Hope and Roxy both subconsciously cross their legs, clasp their hands in their laps, and attempt to hide the fact that they are indeed female. Dexter sees this. He sees Ooley gripping the bionic Louis under the desk, not out of anticipated need but a vain attempt to protect his once fallen friend. Dexter is washed over by a momentary calm. This is a piece of the puzzle he desperately needed from the UGWC Champion.)
Tyvola; “FINE!”
Sue; “Good. Now for Jet. The coward. The one who would hide behind his quest for a simple one on one slaughtering because he knew that had he stacked his deck he would have been remembered as the goblin that blew his biggest chance when Ty ran through him and all that stood with him again. And hide he did. He hid behind his claims of being anything more than a fly on the ass of his adversaries until someone greater bested them, and allowed Somers to slink out of the shadows, and bask in their righteous light. So for the coward who wants nothing but to hide and be part of something great he shall forever be unseen but given the resolve necessary to be something more. He will be carried by a thousand Bloodbraid Elves to the highest point of the Spire of Jund, up past the clouds, past the air, until the ground can no longer be discerned from the heavens and cast down. The air is heavy and hostile, it will rip at his flesh, the trees are solid and unforgiving they will chip at his bones, and the cliffs are final and brutal they will shatter his soul. And then after the third rain and the bogs creep up to claim their prize his is theirs until the weather turns warm. When the stench of the troll shit fades a single kinder will be tasked to gather the pieces, and produce them to Garl Glittergold so that gnome may use them to mix the base for the first statue celebrating the greatness of HER Jackal.”
(Tyvola looks down at Sue as she pauses. A book in her lap, a pair of wire framed glasses over her empty eyes, her hair up in a bun. Legs crossed, she removes the glasses, closes the book, and looks up at the Murderous Monster.)
Sue; “We’re done now. Thank you for letting me finish that last bit.”
(Ty looks back at the quartet. The last few moments of absolute silence shaking the last bit of their sanity. He nods, adjusts the UGWC title that’s around his waist, and wheels out Moss Edward’s chair.)
Sue; “Were you born in a barn, Dummy!?!”
Tyvola; “Oh.”
(He reaches back into the office just as the four were starting to relax, engulfs the door knob with his gigantic hand, and slams it shut.)
(Dexter Vines watches the news, stands up, and decides to see if the nanobots Tyvola destroyed by almost electrocuting himself last week have miraculously repaired themselves. He sits down in front of his laptop, it starts to boot up, and a female figure stands in the doorway.)
?; “Tyvola doesn’t leave witnesses, Dexter.”
Dexter; “I know. I’m just checking to see where Pepper is. Things could get embarrassing if he gets to break this news now.”
(He looks up as he talks. We see the woman. Blue garter belt, blue panties, white tank top, dark hair, older but tremendously fit body. MJ saunters to the bed before taking her place.)
MJ; “Oh, you’re so close. What would the world think if you were seen with MJ?”
Dexter; “Close? Oh, no. It’s over. I’ve won. After having a recluse Neanderthal champion for much of the year, seeing his challengers as nothing but a whore and a lunatic, watching the slow decay of what they had envisioned they have finally listened to me. I get my guy. It was really Jet’s little breakdown in the office today. Clear signs of Ooley knowing what was up, and his refusal to do anything to not cost the UGWC thousands of dollars. And where was Moss again?”
MJ; “Oh, congratulations. Celebrations are in order.”
(She pats the bed beside her causing Dexter to spin the swivel of his chair to face her directly while leaning back.)
Dexter; “I’d say.”
MJ; “OH really? You want Mary-Jo to…”
(Dexter nods.)
MJ; “Like that’d ever happen. But tell the TWiSTeD Jackal, all this really just so you could sign someone to a contract?”
Dexter; “No, oh no, it’s more than that. For years now I’ve had to sit back and watch the malicious self serving charade those two coworkers of mine have put on display. For years they scoff at my ideas because I was never ‘in the biz’. Really though. Battleground ended in a tie? That was their doing. Ooley, specifically to politic for Jet undoubtedly. If it were up to me I’d have had Jet and Gabby duke it out until someone won. Ask me, that match never ended.
So I dealt with their insider garbage. Do you know Tyvola was signed to a UGWC contract because of them? Moss said he could make anyone a star. ANYONE! Ooley said yeah deal with this guy. He literally found him outside of mental institution. Then when Tyvola ended up besting Ooley’s chosen champion, that we now know was more like Ol’ Bobs runner up because he couldn’t get Jet at first, can you believe Moss actually gloated? He gloated that a barbarian, probably illiterate and lice infested, was our champion. He claimed it was his true genius. The mark of knowing when to just let the work speak for itself and keep your hands off.
Do you have any idea what hell I would have had to subject myself to had I just asked Ooley to sign someone I picked? He’d probably do it just to lock them in development for the next decade. If somehow he made it that seizure ridden nerd would have embarrassed him to no end and buried him under some ridiculous gimmick. But now it’s your turn to answer a question for me. Did you find me a suitable banner waver for the UGWC?”
(Figuring she really isn’t going to crawl over Dexter he stands up, kicking off his shoes, and walks to the bed.)
MJ; “MJ has a short list. Anyone word from our friend in Mexico?”
Dexter; “None. Word going around though is a pretty little ex-assistant to our current Head of Creative was recently seen back in L.A. Oh it’s going to be so great not to have to cover up even half of what I’ve had to put up with these last few months. You know you had me worried. I thought you’d gone off the deep end there for a minute.”
MJ; “Em… speaking of which. You knew Mary-Joanna wasn’t to to familiar with all the goings on of the UGWC. The TWiSTeD Heiress’ fault, she’ll admit, but you knew what was going to happen to MJ didn’t you?”
Dexter; “It was a possibility. I figured that’s what made you such an obvious choice. In the end you’d always do whatever you thought you’d have to to win. So what are you going to do with all of Tyvola’s money Ms. Power of Attorney?”
(MJ looks to the white painted slatted ceiling as she considers her reward and what she had to do to earn it. She leans back, letting her legs spread just enough, feeling Dexter’s hand on her thigh.)
MJ; “The Destroyer of Jwar is going to buy a ranch. On a large lot of land. Secluded. With a very deep well.”
(… Tyvola looks at the Sue Ellen. She’s down the hall. She’s afraid, and nervous, and overjoyed. He lumbers forward. He’s confused, his head hurts, his eyes betray him. She strides closer. A smile crosses her lips. Sue runs forward. Keeps pace with Ellie. Looks back in shock. Sues jeans have the same rip in the left knee. Her sneaks make the same squeak with each step. He’s seeing double.)
Sue; “It’s that Pirate Necromancer! An illusion! An assassin!”
Ellie; “Papa?”
(MJ dropped off Sue Ellen at Tyvola’s compound. She knew where he’d be. She knew this was going to happen. Dexter approached her months ago, so long ago, feels like a life time ago. Told her to stoke the flames and riches would be hers. Her first task was split up GabVola. Second, get him seen. Dexter gave her a list of media outlets. She set them up. He signed off on one at a time.
Then it was just a matter of time. Someone would recognize their long lost son or brother or a killer on the run. They’d contact the producers of which ever show was seen. The producers would put them in touch with MJ. MJ would provide Dexter Vines with that knowledge for his leverage, and in return she would finally be rich. It didn’t matter if she was a bad person for doing bad things or did bad things because was a bad person. She’d finally have the freedom to now never have to justify anything.
Especially the screams. It didn’t take long. Sue must have found her dad. Or more likely her dad found her. A shame really. She did seem to be something special. To special to be fed to a monster anyway. Then again. So was MJ.
The grass is overgrown and unkempt. The exterior walls of numerous units bare incredible holes and harbor the mold spores that erupt from the rotting drywall and insulation. Papers, bills, marriage certificates, birth certificates, last wills and testaments, torn pages of the Holy Bible, doesn’t matter they all litter the ground. Ripped to shreds, balled up and discarded, rained down from the second floor like a horrible tinker tape parade to the unspeakable absurdity of it all.
This is a dark place now. This used to be so much. Used to hold so much promise. So much potential. Young families raising little baby girls. The kind with names like Nikki or Tiffany or Sheena. Ending in a vowel, pretty nappy hair, and eyes full of hope. This used to be the kind of place where hard working men, creative to a fault, could come home to a loving lover and flirtatiously play until sun rise. Sparks that one time shined so bright as to keep the monsters at bay, in the shadows, unspoken of have faded. Little girls without fathers. Sweethearts fallen to heart break. Souls allowed, forcibly, to falter and slide down the slippery spiraled slope into madness. Such a pristine canvas now covered, thick coats of pitch black ichor, erasing all that was before it.
All signs of life gone. The last visage of hope long abandoned. This is a bad place now. This is the home of the Jackal of Jwar Isle. This is hell on earth, where monsters roam, and demons play. This is where you find the Unified Global Wrestling Consortiums unbeatable Heavyweight Champion. And she knows it.
We first met Ellie Ammons a few months back. A typical college student. Pre-med who grew visibly ashamed at the sight of how much blood Tyvola spilled while on set at The Deadliest Warrior. An appearance set up by Mary-Joana Roberts and signed off on by Dexter Vines. We learned last week that after growing increasing obsessed with the UGWC Ms. Ammons went missing. And now here she is. Surveying the barren wasteland forged in the Bestial Butcher’s image. Walking through the grim valley of the reality she’s found herself in. Then she sees him.
Stepping out of one of a hole in the wall. Championship title in one hand. Charred flesh of some unnamed animal in the other. His eyes, those evil dirty yellow eyes, fixated on the young lady. Frozen…)
~*~*~EARLIER~*~*~
(It’s a desolated stretch of New Mexico desert highway. A blacked out Chevy Camaro speeds past an abandoned and dilapidated shack. The same shack in fact that once saw Mary-Joanna Roberts dressed untypically in loose jeans and Converse sneakers run out from to meet Tyvola for the first time. He was on his way to pummeling Travis Pierce for the UGWC title. She was serving some as of yet unknown agenda.
Such memories but less intriguing than the car her unnamed male companion used to own. The car MJ kept after his untimely demise at the hands of the Homicidal Hobo. The car she used to drive Conni to a pathetically tiny Mexican village to reunite with the beast’s owner. The car she disappeared in after she seemed to find whatever it was she was looking for in the months that followed her brutal grape at the hands of Tyvola.
We cut to the interior. MJ’s in the driver’s seat. The bohemian attire she was forced to wear or suffer at the hands of JoJI replaced with the more fitting, and better fitting, charcoal pinstriped skirt suit. This time the jeans and sneakers belong to Ellie.)
Ellie; “Why are you doing this?”
MJ; “I beg your pardon Sue?”
Ellie; “Call me Ellie. Sue is my mom’s name.”
Ellie; “I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. Why are you helping me?”
MJ; “Because you asked. And I could use a check mark in the ‘good’ column. I have a lot to repay.”
Ellie; “She told me he was dead you know?”
MJ; “I’m not surprised. A mother’s love can force some very strange behavior. You think you’re doing one thing for good, but you end up doing two for the bad.”
Ellie; “So, you now. Doing for the good or bad?”
MJ; “Good, of course. You contacted me. I’m helping despite my better judgement.”
Ellie; “Think he’ll be happy?”
MJ; “I know.”
~*~*~LATER~*~*~
(Ooley sits in a chair. Dexter Vines sits in a chair. Hope Paulson and Roxy Malone sit in chairs. Tyvola stands next to the one he found in Moss Edwards office and wheeled into the board room. His hands on the desk threatening to splinter the cheaply made IKEA bought piece of furniture under his power.)
Tyvola; “And despite…”
Sue; “And statues! Don’t forget the statues, Dummy! I want huge solid gold statues crafted by the best Dwarven hands from the Lava Claw Reaches. Ruby eyes, the mane of thousand thoroughbred horses for the beard, and for the heart as pure as HER love the purest most perfect diamond from Sharn. All of them. All of them must be the single best ever to properly honor HER favored. HER Jackal. HER Hunter. HER King. There will be none left in the wake of JoJI to survive long enough to tell the tales of HER Hero, so he must be immortalized in solid gold. Timeless! Damnit, Dummy they can’t hear me if you keep shouting.”
(Tyvola looks to the chair. He looks to Sue. An outfit befitting an Oracle rests restlessly on her petite frame. Flowing robes flutter in the nonexistent wind. Her red fiery hair dripping like molten metal over her eyes.)
Tyvola; “Sorry. Listen to us we’re…”
(She’s a used car saleswoman now. Hair puffy and big, cheek blushed with rouge, blouse showing off more of the curves she didn’t have a minute ago but now she’s showing off more than she should.)
Sue; “And for the fallen and pathetic challengers to HIS Throne. They must be remembered as well. They must serve as a stark reminder for all to come. For Gabrielle. The bitchwhorecuntdumpsterbackalleycumrecepticle. She will live out the remained of her days as she lived every moment leading up to her demise. Her utter and complete refusal to be remade. To unleash who she should have been. She will be bound to the a densewood tree in the very center of Bant. On her knees, ass in the air inviting all she’d have, mouth opened by bramble bushes, nipples licked by a Risia ice mephit to maintain their erect nature. She would be had by any and every manner of beast or man if not for the fact that she had been claimed by the Razer of Realms. Instead however, and only because his Garish Grace is generous she will be sustained on nothing but the dripping of their pricks. Never to be touched, never to be clean, but always longing for more than the result… Dummy, please I’m on a roll and you’re scaring them.”
(Tyvola’s nails had begun to dig into the laminate covering of the table. Hope and Roxy both subconsciously cross their legs, clasp their hands in their laps, and attempt to hide the fact that they are indeed female. Dexter sees this. He sees Ooley gripping the bionic Louis under the desk, not out of anticipated need but a vain attempt to protect his once fallen friend. Dexter is washed over by a momentary calm. This is a piece of the puzzle he desperately needed from the UGWC Champion.)
Tyvola; “FINE!”
Sue; “Good. Now for Jet. The coward. The one who would hide behind his quest for a simple one on one slaughtering because he knew that had he stacked his deck he would have been remembered as the goblin that blew his biggest chance when Ty ran through him and all that stood with him again. And hide he did. He hid behind his claims of being anything more than a fly on the ass of his adversaries until someone greater bested them, and allowed Somers to slink out of the shadows, and bask in their righteous light. So for the coward who wants nothing but to hide and be part of something great he shall forever be unseen but given the resolve necessary to be something more. He will be carried by a thousand Bloodbraid Elves to the highest point of the Spire of Jund, up past the clouds, past the air, until the ground can no longer be discerned from the heavens and cast down. The air is heavy and hostile, it will rip at his flesh, the trees are solid and unforgiving they will chip at his bones, and the cliffs are final and brutal they will shatter his soul. And then after the third rain and the bogs creep up to claim their prize his is theirs until the weather turns warm. When the stench of the troll shit fades a single kinder will be tasked to gather the pieces, and produce them to Garl Glittergold so that gnome may use them to mix the base for the first statue celebrating the greatness of HER Jackal.”
(Tyvola looks down at Sue as she pauses. A book in her lap, a pair of wire framed glasses over her empty eyes, her hair up in a bun. Legs crossed, she removes the glasses, closes the book, and looks up at the Murderous Monster.)
Sue; “We’re done now. Thank you for letting me finish that last bit.”
(Ty looks back at the quartet. The last few moments of absolute silence shaking the last bit of their sanity. He nods, adjusts the UGWC title that’s around his waist, and wheels out Moss Edward’s chair.)
Sue; “Were you born in a barn, Dummy!?!”
Tyvola; “Oh.”
(He reaches back into the office just as the four were starting to relax, engulfs the door knob with his gigantic hand, and slams it shut.)
~*~*~MUCH LATER~*~*~
(Dexter Vines watches the news, stands up, and decides to see if the nanobots Tyvola destroyed by almost electrocuting himself last week have miraculously repaired themselves. He sits down in front of his laptop, it starts to boot up, and a female figure stands in the doorway.)
?; “Tyvola doesn’t leave witnesses, Dexter.”
Dexter; “I know. I’m just checking to see where Pepper is. Things could get embarrassing if he gets to break this news now.”
(He looks up as he talks. We see the woman. Blue garter belt, blue panties, white tank top, dark hair, older but tremendously fit body. MJ saunters to the bed before taking her place.)
MJ; “Oh, you’re so close. What would the world think if you were seen with MJ?”
Dexter; “Close? Oh, no. It’s over. I’ve won. After having a recluse Neanderthal champion for much of the year, seeing his challengers as nothing but a whore and a lunatic, watching the slow decay of what they had envisioned they have finally listened to me. I get my guy. It was really Jet’s little breakdown in the office today. Clear signs of Ooley knowing what was up, and his refusal to do anything to not cost the UGWC thousands of dollars. And where was Moss again?”
MJ; “Oh, congratulations. Celebrations are in order.”
(She pats the bed beside her causing Dexter to spin the swivel of his chair to face her directly while leaning back.)
Dexter; “I’d say.”
MJ; “OH really? You want Mary-Jo to…”
(Dexter nods.)
MJ; “Like that’d ever happen. But tell the TWiSTeD Jackal, all this really just so you could sign someone to a contract?”
Dexter; “No, oh no, it’s more than that. For years now I’ve had to sit back and watch the malicious self serving charade those two coworkers of mine have put on display. For years they scoff at my ideas because I was never ‘in the biz’. Really though. Battleground ended in a tie? That was their doing. Ooley, specifically to politic for Jet undoubtedly. If it were up to me I’d have had Jet and Gabby duke it out until someone won. Ask me, that match never ended.
So I dealt with their insider garbage. Do you know Tyvola was signed to a UGWC contract because of them? Moss said he could make anyone a star. ANYONE! Ooley said yeah deal with this guy. He literally found him outside of mental institution. Then when Tyvola ended up besting Ooley’s chosen champion, that we now know was more like Ol’ Bobs runner up because he couldn’t get Jet at first, can you believe Moss actually gloated? He gloated that a barbarian, probably illiterate and lice infested, was our champion. He claimed it was his true genius. The mark of knowing when to just let the work speak for itself and keep your hands off.
Do you have any idea what hell I would have had to subject myself to had I just asked Ooley to sign someone I picked? He’d probably do it just to lock them in development for the next decade. If somehow he made it that seizure ridden nerd would have embarrassed him to no end and buried him under some ridiculous gimmick. But now it’s your turn to answer a question for me. Did you find me a suitable banner waver for the UGWC?”
(Figuring she really isn’t going to crawl over Dexter he stands up, kicking off his shoes, and walks to the bed.)
MJ; “MJ has a short list. Anyone word from our friend in Mexico?”
Dexter; “None. Word going around though is a pretty little ex-assistant to our current Head of Creative was recently seen back in L.A. Oh it’s going to be so great not to have to cover up even half of what I’ve had to put up with these last few months. You know you had me worried. I thought you’d gone off the deep end there for a minute.”
MJ; “Em… speaking of which. You knew Mary-Joanna wasn’t to to familiar with all the goings on of the UGWC. The TWiSTeD Heiress’ fault, she’ll admit, but you knew what was going to happen to MJ didn’t you?”
Dexter; “It was a possibility. I figured that’s what made you such an obvious choice. In the end you’d always do whatever you thought you’d have to to win. So what are you going to do with all of Tyvola’s money Ms. Power of Attorney?”
(MJ looks to the white painted slatted ceiling as she considers her reward and what she had to do to earn it. She leans back, letting her legs spread just enough, feeling Dexter’s hand on her thigh.)
MJ; “The Destroyer of Jwar is going to buy a ranch. On a large lot of land. Secluded. With a very deep well.”
~*~*~WHERE WE LEFT OFF~*~*~
(… Tyvola looks at the Sue Ellen. She’s down the hall. She’s afraid, and nervous, and overjoyed. He lumbers forward. He’s confused, his head hurts, his eyes betray him. She strides closer. A smile crosses her lips. Sue runs forward. Keeps pace with Ellie. Looks back in shock. Sues jeans have the same rip in the left knee. Her sneaks make the same squeak with each step. He’s seeing double.)
Sue; “It’s that Pirate Necromancer! An illusion! An assassin!”
Ellie; “Papa?”
~*~*~JUST A BIT EARLIER~*~*~
(MJ dropped off Sue Ellen at Tyvola’s compound. She knew where he’d be. She knew this was going to happen. Dexter approached her months ago, so long ago, feels like a life time ago. Told her to stoke the flames and riches would be hers. Her first task was split up GabVola. Second, get him seen. Dexter gave her a list of media outlets. She set them up. He signed off on one at a time.
Then it was just a matter of time. Someone would recognize their long lost son or brother or a killer on the run. They’d contact the producers of which ever show was seen. The producers would put them in touch with MJ. MJ would provide Dexter Vines with that knowledge for his leverage, and in return she would finally be rich. It didn’t matter if she was a bad person for doing bad things or did bad things because was a bad person. She’d finally have the freedom to now never have to justify anything.
Especially the screams. It didn’t take long. Sue must have found her dad. Or more likely her dad found her. A shame really. She did seem to be something special. To special to be fed to a monster anyway. Then again. So was MJ.