Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 13:02:32 GMT -5
~~Wednesday, August 2nd, 2017~~
Sidney Grey tapped away on her new, state of the art iPad as Jacob tapped away on her, rubbing her shoulders. She rather enjoyed the new life that Sarah had afforded her, despite the fact she hated the lifestyle the girl lived with her daughter. Had it not been for that, the two of them would have been the best of friends or the worst of enemies. Either way, she would have loved it. It was too bad that Sarah hadn't been born a man...he would have been perfect! Jacob looked up as there was a knock on the door, standing up and wrapping a towel around his waist as he ran to answer the door, though Sid did not bother hiding her own nudity. As he opened it, he lowered his head as he spoke, "Your Grace!"
Sarah Selena Lacklan stands in the doorway in a black and red rope as elaborate as any of her dresses: The robe was lined with fur, likely the most rare or endangered species she could find, and the train that fell to the floor glittered with diamond dust. From blood diamonds, of course. The feet that peeked out from the bottom of the robe were sheathed in baby seal leather slippers and also sparkled. She holds a ream of paper in each hand and regards her guard.
"Jacob." She peers past her servant and to the scene of debauchery beyond him. "You are hereby reassigned. Your flight back home leaves in 15 minutes."
The Lacklanlander's eyes go wide for a moment but he is quick to grab his few belongings. They whisper quietly to one another when he bends knee to kiss Sarah's signet ring, the firebird in flight, and is out the door, leaving the two women alone. Sarah looks at herself in the mirror for a moment, marveling in how even early in the morning she is beautiful without an ounce of makeup. Her alabaster skin even has a glow about it due to the rough fuck she had had earlier, a coloring which makes her odd red eyes seem a touch dimmer. She was in pain from what could only be called a hatefuck from Kenzi, but not enough to be a bother. She supposed that, in a way, she had earned that pain. She turns to face Sid.
"Mother."
"Sarah..." The older woman covers herself, confusion evident on her face. "What is this about? Did I do something wrong?!"
She lowered her voice to a whisper. "...did he tell you about the pegging? I was really drunk...probably won't happen again...probably..." Kenzi was very much her mother's child, if she admitted it or not.
Sarah glides forward with her swan’s grace and drops one of the stacks of paper on Sid's nightstand. "It's done." She looks down at the contract to allow Sid to be the managerial advocate for Kenzi as well as Sarah.. "I had the newest addition to my legal counsel go through it. Make sure there wasn't something hidden. Make sure that you would be required to be as effective as my advocate as you would for her. I had my lawyer be thorough...because snakes recognize snakes."
She looks at Sid.
"Stand up please."
Sid stood up angrily, a full head taller than Sarah. "What have you done, Sarah?!"
"I paid her back for giving me the equality I asked for six months ago. We are equal partners in all things." Her relationship with Kenzi had been a very one-sided ordeal in the first few weeks, with Kenzi denying herself any sexual gratification, which Kenzi found demeaning to herself, as if she was not worthy of providing love to Kenzi. But her pleas, and devious plan, to turn their hook-up into a real relationship had worked. And now? Now they truly saw eye to eye with one another, though the world did not know the extent of that arrangement, yet. Sarah holds up the other pack of papers. "And this my report from Jacob about everything you have ever said in the last two months. Including what you had to say to Mackenzie while I was in New York."
She tosses the report on top of the contract and uses the distraction to reach up and slap the taller woman as hard as she can. Sid's eyes nearly crossed as she reeled from the unanticipated slap. She instinctively balled up her fists ready for a fight, but she quickly backed down, her hands going to her face as she recalled her 'illness,' the leverage that she had been using to gain Sarah’s trust and, ultimately, fortune.
"H-How could y-you! I'm dying!"
Her red eyes are full of fire as she steps close and looks up into Sid's face. "At this moment, I don't give a rat's ass about the validity or severity of your illness. What matters is this: As of this moment, you will be living on the lower floor with the rest of my staff. You will still have a personal assistant, but the Duchess has decided who that will be, and I am pretty sure I know who it is. For your sake, I do hope that his face has finally cleared up. It looked like a pepperoni pizza when Mackenzie met him in February."
Sarah looks down at the report on the end table.
"I am not a slut. I am not some whore looking to jump from one relationship to another. Or any of the other things you were careless enough to say about me where people who have loved me since the day I was born could hear you." She looks back up at Sid, her eyes glistening. "The ring your daughter wears around her neck. Do you realize the significance of it?"
Sid narrows her eyes viciously as she practically spits out. "An abomination!"
Child Sarah wants to yell out "Your face is an abomination!" but this is not the Blood Princess. This is Adult Sarah, the Red Queen, daughter of Jean-Paul. "Snakes recognize snakes...even when they give them chances." She tilts her head to the side. "I put that ring on her finger, Sidney Grey. This is your final chance. You are either a part of this relationship and life, and all the potential gifts they have to offer, or you can be cast out. Do we have an understanding?"
Sid's face falls as she falls back onto the bed. She looks up at Sarah in a mixture of confusion and defeat. "You have NO idea what you've just done! Kenzi is a fucking child and you've given her a loaded gun to point at me." She yelled, "ME!! HER MOTHER!! GODDAMN YOU!!"
Sarah looks down at her for a moment in silence. "God loves me. You? We shall see." She looks around the room. "You will be relocated within the hour." She looks back at Sid. "I truly do hope you take this final chance for what it is."
She gives Mackenzie one of her deep curtsies before gliding from the room. Sid looks at the papers Sarah left for her, then slaps them down, sending them scattering over the floor as she screams.
~~Saturday, August 5th, 2017~~
Sarah Selena Lacklan sings softly to Mackenzie Michaela Grey, her light and high Londoner accent gently filling out a wordless tune. There is much in the way of love in her voice, though the vision of the two women shatter that softness. Sitting in plush airplane seats, the two 19-year-olds are battered and bruised. Sarah’s alabaster skin is free from its usually harsh makeup and is instead covered in the deep blacks of future bruises. However, the caramel-skinned girl next to her is far worse for wear, with cuts and scrapes accompanying what will be spectacular bruises, including a swollen lip. Kenzi’s dark eyes drive closed as Sarah runs her fingers through the television stars braids, sliding into a much needed sleep, and Sarah takes the opportunity to slip out her large phone and get the video recorder started.
“Did you ever play sports, Lucy?”
No longer needing to be gentle for her lover, Sarah’s voice is tired and scratchy, near the point of failing her.
“I did. While my father made sure I was taught the fine arts by masters, from singing to dance, I was also an athlete. After all, Father was a powerlifter and wrestler, a massive beast. I followed in his footsteps, though he would have prefered I did not, and began powerlifting with him when I turned fourteen. High school also had me on the swim team and, as everyone knows, competitive cheer. Now, here is why that is important.”
She pauses as she gently caresses Kenzi’s cheek.
“A prevailing thought in sports is that you win by focusing on what’s important now. Get it? W-I-N, What’s Important Now? The idea is that you always keep your eye on the prize and ignore what else may get in the way. And me? I always win. ALWAYS. Even tonight, even when we were assaulted.”
Her lips thin as she grimaces.
“A team with baseballs bats wanted to prove a point. And, let’s face it, they fucked us up. Of course, our opponents got it worse, or at least were not as strong as I go recover. I got the cover, Team Kickass went to 3-0 in that company and 5-1 overall, and Mackenzie and I continue to see our stock rise. THAT was what was important at the time. And by focusing on that, by focusing on winning a Number One Contender’s match no matter the distraction or chaos, we won. Because, that is what I, and we, do.”
She pauses, regarding her lover’s face.
“Just like how dropping you into the Abyss was important a couple of weeks ago. Making that statement. Making it clear that your Cross-Hemisphere title was not only on my horizon, but was IMPORTANT to me. Important right then and there. And so the stage was set for a couple of weeks. The hug. The socialite and the recluse. I would not be shocked if we took the virginity of a few nerds just by having two hot blondes wrestle.
“Last week, what was important was defeating Deimos for the 21st win of my career. Now, that may not seem like overly many, but reality is that I have only been pro for seven or so months, so that is quite a few wins to rack up. Defeating the bogeyman of the Coalition was important to me and focusing on that is why I won.”
She pauses again as she lets her fingers stray up and touch the dark freckles on Kenzi’s nose and between her eyes.
“Very soon, you and Gabriel will be what is important. Not right this second, mind you. Hell, I will have two more matches before we face one another on Monday! My fight with the world, my fight for dominance and the revolution, takes us to Australia for Saturday and then back for LAW on Sunday. And then the Coalition on Monday. Right this moment, emotionally healing my fiance’s wounds is what is important.”
Sarah’s hand strays away from the freckles she had once individually named and down her left arm until she ended at her hand. A large diamond with impressive cleavage, colored black, sits around the fourth finger of that hand.
“I proposed to Mackenzie because I knew what was important. I knew what I wanted. I went after it, after her, with reckless abandon and fought hard and dirty to get what I wanted. And I have won, clearly. I have her at my side on my fight across the world. I have a partner, an equal. It was important...I focused...and now I have won.
“You will be important very soon, Lucy. Crushing you and your misguided understanding of makeup will soon be important. Sending you into the Abyss will soon be important. Mind you, it will be VERY important at In Your Hands when I take your title away from you, but important on Monday nonetheless.”
She smirks as her hand travels back up Kenzi’s body and to her face.
“What is important to you is that I have Hastings to back up my pre-PPV assault of you. I don’t need him, mind. Wrenching the title of of your hands is going to prove easier than you could even imagine! But this? Having a buddy, especially one as well-versed in Pain as Hastings is, is just a bonus. Because that IS what is going happen. The Bloodletter and Pain Giver finding the mutual ground of your pain and suffering. And, let me tell you, THAT sure seems important. And after having gone through what my Beloved and I went through tonight? I am going to enjoy providing more pain to someone.
“See Lucy, this whole thing? This entire dealio? It isn’t even really about you. It isn’t about any point of jealousy or stalker thing. It isn’t about me looking at you and seeing what I want, regardless of what CJ may think. Though, yes, you DO have things in this business I want. You have that title around your waist. You have respect, at least to a degree, from your peers. You are a woman who has traversed the choppy waters of a male-dominated business. But what I want isn’t about trying to be you or share in what you have, or even about taking it from you.
“It is about REPLACING you.
“And not just you, mind. I am the revolution, the red and black. I am the physical and spiritual change for and within this business. I am a person who was bred and raised to BE this business, and not just a PART of this business, as so many others are. Father was the rapture and he saved as many people as he could in this business. But me? I am the reckoning. The am the change. I am the one who starts the fires.”
She pauses and caresses Kenzi’s cheek again.
“And I see you, Mister Baal.”
Those kissable lips rise in a smirk.
“I recently told someone ‘snakes recognize snakes,’ and I shall do so again. I see you, Sir. I understand you. I appreciate you. I GET you. My father taught much from his pulpit, taught of salvation and redemption. But for me? He taught far more. He taught psychology. Philosophy. Intimidation. Manipulation. Why, I even watched as he stole a woman from a man and made her his consort to simply get under the man's skin!
Her eyes eyes shine as she smirks.
“I see you for what you are, Sir. And because of that, I almost used my WrestleStock prize to interject myself in your contendership. Our fires...they would understand each other. But the lure of the Cross-Hemisphere championship…”
She shakes her head, her locks of platinum silk brushing against her shoulders.
“I have either pinned, submitted, choked out seven people since everyone last saw me on Monday dropping Deimos into the Abyss. Lafayette to Canda and now to New Zealand before returning home to California. I truly do cross the hemispheres.
“And this tag match, Sir? A match type in which, unbeknownst to your kingdom, I excel at and am undefeated in with three separate partners? It is a message. A message to Lucy about how she is a temporary placeholder for my championship. A message for Eden that I am just beginning in her little world. A message to Zane about what the WrestleStock champion can be. And a message to you. A message about snakes seeing snakes for what they are, and a touch of a warning that, in this business, those atop their towers crumble when people like me come along.”
She caresses Kenzi’s hand, her fingers again lightly touching the odd engagement ring.
“Last night’s tag match marks victory number twenty-two for me since engaging in this tour to honor my father. Twenty-two victories across seven months in a variety of styles and locales, from fellow rookies to veterans and legends. I always focused on what was important then, just as I shall do on Monday.
“But now, Sir? Madame? I must bid you both a fond farewell until Monday. For now I must focus on the thing which matters most. My greatest victory. My equal. My future.”
Her eyes glisten as she smiles fully at the bruised face before her.
“My Beloved.”
Her voice rises once more in the soft French love song.
~~FIN~~
Sidney Grey tapped away on her new, state of the art iPad as Jacob tapped away on her, rubbing her shoulders. She rather enjoyed the new life that Sarah had afforded her, despite the fact she hated the lifestyle the girl lived with her daughter. Had it not been for that, the two of them would have been the best of friends or the worst of enemies. Either way, she would have loved it. It was too bad that Sarah hadn't been born a man...he would have been perfect! Jacob looked up as there was a knock on the door, standing up and wrapping a towel around his waist as he ran to answer the door, though Sid did not bother hiding her own nudity. As he opened it, he lowered his head as he spoke, "Your Grace!"
Sarah Selena Lacklan stands in the doorway in a black and red rope as elaborate as any of her dresses: The robe was lined with fur, likely the most rare or endangered species she could find, and the train that fell to the floor glittered with diamond dust. From blood diamonds, of course. The feet that peeked out from the bottom of the robe were sheathed in baby seal leather slippers and also sparkled. She holds a ream of paper in each hand and regards her guard.
"Jacob." She peers past her servant and to the scene of debauchery beyond him. "You are hereby reassigned. Your flight back home leaves in 15 minutes."
The Lacklanlander's eyes go wide for a moment but he is quick to grab his few belongings. They whisper quietly to one another when he bends knee to kiss Sarah's signet ring, the firebird in flight, and is out the door, leaving the two women alone. Sarah looks at herself in the mirror for a moment, marveling in how even early in the morning she is beautiful without an ounce of makeup. Her alabaster skin even has a glow about it due to the rough fuck she had had earlier, a coloring which makes her odd red eyes seem a touch dimmer. She was in pain from what could only be called a hatefuck from Kenzi, but not enough to be a bother. She supposed that, in a way, she had earned that pain. She turns to face Sid.
"Mother."
"Sarah..." The older woman covers herself, confusion evident on her face. "What is this about? Did I do something wrong?!"
She lowered her voice to a whisper. "...did he tell you about the pegging? I was really drunk...probably won't happen again...probably..." Kenzi was very much her mother's child, if she admitted it or not.
Sarah glides forward with her swan’s grace and drops one of the stacks of paper on Sid's nightstand. "It's done." She looks down at the contract to allow Sid to be the managerial advocate for Kenzi as well as Sarah.. "I had the newest addition to my legal counsel go through it. Make sure there wasn't something hidden. Make sure that you would be required to be as effective as my advocate as you would for her. I had my lawyer be thorough...because snakes recognize snakes."
She looks at Sid.
"Stand up please."
Sid stood up angrily, a full head taller than Sarah. "What have you done, Sarah?!"
"I paid her back for giving me the equality I asked for six months ago. We are equal partners in all things." Her relationship with Kenzi had been a very one-sided ordeal in the first few weeks, with Kenzi denying herself any sexual gratification, which Kenzi found demeaning to herself, as if she was not worthy of providing love to Kenzi. But her pleas, and devious plan, to turn their hook-up into a real relationship had worked. And now? Now they truly saw eye to eye with one another, though the world did not know the extent of that arrangement, yet. Sarah holds up the other pack of papers. "And this my report from Jacob about everything you have ever said in the last two months. Including what you had to say to Mackenzie while I was in New York."
She tosses the report on top of the contract and uses the distraction to reach up and slap the taller woman as hard as she can. Sid's eyes nearly crossed as she reeled from the unanticipated slap. She instinctively balled up her fists ready for a fight, but she quickly backed down, her hands going to her face as she recalled her 'illness,' the leverage that she had been using to gain Sarah’s trust and, ultimately, fortune.
"H-How could y-you! I'm dying!"
Her red eyes are full of fire as she steps close and looks up into Sid's face. "At this moment, I don't give a rat's ass about the validity or severity of your illness. What matters is this: As of this moment, you will be living on the lower floor with the rest of my staff. You will still have a personal assistant, but the Duchess has decided who that will be, and I am pretty sure I know who it is. For your sake, I do hope that his face has finally cleared up. It looked like a pepperoni pizza when Mackenzie met him in February."
Sarah looks down at the report on the end table.
"I am not a slut. I am not some whore looking to jump from one relationship to another. Or any of the other things you were careless enough to say about me where people who have loved me since the day I was born could hear you." She looks back up at Sid, her eyes glistening. "The ring your daughter wears around her neck. Do you realize the significance of it?"
Sid narrows her eyes viciously as she practically spits out. "An abomination!"
Child Sarah wants to yell out "Your face is an abomination!" but this is not the Blood Princess. This is Adult Sarah, the Red Queen, daughter of Jean-Paul. "Snakes recognize snakes...even when they give them chances." She tilts her head to the side. "I put that ring on her finger, Sidney Grey. This is your final chance. You are either a part of this relationship and life, and all the potential gifts they have to offer, or you can be cast out. Do we have an understanding?"
Sid's face falls as she falls back onto the bed. She looks up at Sarah in a mixture of confusion and defeat. "You have NO idea what you've just done! Kenzi is a fucking child and you've given her a loaded gun to point at me." She yelled, "ME!! HER MOTHER!! GODDAMN YOU!!"
Sarah looks down at her for a moment in silence. "God loves me. You? We shall see." She looks around the room. "You will be relocated within the hour." She looks back at Sid. "I truly do hope you take this final chance for what it is."
She gives Mackenzie one of her deep curtsies before gliding from the room. Sid looks at the papers Sarah left for her, then slaps them down, sending them scattering over the floor as she screams.
~~Saturday, August 5th, 2017~~
Sarah Selena Lacklan sings softly to Mackenzie Michaela Grey, her light and high Londoner accent gently filling out a wordless tune. There is much in the way of love in her voice, though the vision of the two women shatter that softness. Sitting in plush airplane seats, the two 19-year-olds are battered and bruised. Sarah’s alabaster skin is free from its usually harsh makeup and is instead covered in the deep blacks of future bruises. However, the caramel-skinned girl next to her is far worse for wear, with cuts and scrapes accompanying what will be spectacular bruises, including a swollen lip. Kenzi’s dark eyes drive closed as Sarah runs her fingers through the television stars braids, sliding into a much needed sleep, and Sarah takes the opportunity to slip out her large phone and get the video recorder started.
“Did you ever play sports, Lucy?”
No longer needing to be gentle for her lover, Sarah’s voice is tired and scratchy, near the point of failing her.
“I did. While my father made sure I was taught the fine arts by masters, from singing to dance, I was also an athlete. After all, Father was a powerlifter and wrestler, a massive beast. I followed in his footsteps, though he would have prefered I did not, and began powerlifting with him when I turned fourteen. High school also had me on the swim team and, as everyone knows, competitive cheer. Now, here is why that is important.”
She pauses as she gently caresses Kenzi’s cheek.
“A prevailing thought in sports is that you win by focusing on what’s important now. Get it? W-I-N, What’s Important Now? The idea is that you always keep your eye on the prize and ignore what else may get in the way. And me? I always win. ALWAYS. Even tonight, even when we were assaulted.”
Her lips thin as she grimaces.
“A team with baseballs bats wanted to prove a point. And, let’s face it, they fucked us up. Of course, our opponents got it worse, or at least were not as strong as I go recover. I got the cover, Team Kickass went to 3-0 in that company and 5-1 overall, and Mackenzie and I continue to see our stock rise. THAT was what was important at the time. And by focusing on that, by focusing on winning a Number One Contender’s match no matter the distraction or chaos, we won. Because, that is what I, and we, do.”
She pauses, regarding her lover’s face.
“Just like how dropping you into the Abyss was important a couple of weeks ago. Making that statement. Making it clear that your Cross-Hemisphere title was not only on my horizon, but was IMPORTANT to me. Important right then and there. And so the stage was set for a couple of weeks. The hug. The socialite and the recluse. I would not be shocked if we took the virginity of a few nerds just by having two hot blondes wrestle.
“Last week, what was important was defeating Deimos for the 21st win of my career. Now, that may not seem like overly many, but reality is that I have only been pro for seven or so months, so that is quite a few wins to rack up. Defeating the bogeyman of the Coalition was important to me and focusing on that is why I won.”
She pauses again as she lets her fingers stray up and touch the dark freckles on Kenzi’s nose and between her eyes.
“Very soon, you and Gabriel will be what is important. Not right this second, mind you. Hell, I will have two more matches before we face one another on Monday! My fight with the world, my fight for dominance and the revolution, takes us to Australia for Saturday and then back for LAW on Sunday. And then the Coalition on Monday. Right this moment, emotionally healing my fiance’s wounds is what is important.”
Sarah’s hand strays away from the freckles she had once individually named and down her left arm until she ended at her hand. A large diamond with impressive cleavage, colored black, sits around the fourth finger of that hand.
“I proposed to Mackenzie because I knew what was important. I knew what I wanted. I went after it, after her, with reckless abandon and fought hard and dirty to get what I wanted. And I have won, clearly. I have her at my side on my fight across the world. I have a partner, an equal. It was important...I focused...and now I have won.
“You will be important very soon, Lucy. Crushing you and your misguided understanding of makeup will soon be important. Sending you into the Abyss will soon be important. Mind you, it will be VERY important at In Your Hands when I take your title away from you, but important on Monday nonetheless.”
She smirks as her hand travels back up Kenzi’s body and to her face.
“What is important to you is that I have Hastings to back up my pre-PPV assault of you. I don’t need him, mind. Wrenching the title of of your hands is going to prove easier than you could even imagine! But this? Having a buddy, especially one as well-versed in Pain as Hastings is, is just a bonus. Because that IS what is going happen. The Bloodletter and Pain Giver finding the mutual ground of your pain and suffering. And, let me tell you, THAT sure seems important. And after having gone through what my Beloved and I went through tonight? I am going to enjoy providing more pain to someone.
“See Lucy, this whole thing? This entire dealio? It isn’t even really about you. It isn’t about any point of jealousy or stalker thing. It isn’t about me looking at you and seeing what I want, regardless of what CJ may think. Though, yes, you DO have things in this business I want. You have that title around your waist. You have respect, at least to a degree, from your peers. You are a woman who has traversed the choppy waters of a male-dominated business. But what I want isn’t about trying to be you or share in what you have, or even about taking it from you.
“It is about REPLACING you.
“And not just you, mind. I am the revolution, the red and black. I am the physical and spiritual change for and within this business. I am a person who was bred and raised to BE this business, and not just a PART of this business, as so many others are. Father was the rapture and he saved as many people as he could in this business. But me? I am the reckoning. The am the change. I am the one who starts the fires.”
She pauses and caresses Kenzi’s cheek again.
“And I see you, Mister Baal.”
Those kissable lips rise in a smirk.
“I recently told someone ‘snakes recognize snakes,’ and I shall do so again. I see you, Sir. I understand you. I appreciate you. I GET you. My father taught much from his pulpit, taught of salvation and redemption. But for me? He taught far more. He taught psychology. Philosophy. Intimidation. Manipulation. Why, I even watched as he stole a woman from a man and made her his consort to simply get under the man's skin!
Her eyes eyes shine as she smirks.
“I see you for what you are, Sir. And because of that, I almost used my WrestleStock prize to interject myself in your contendership. Our fires...they would understand each other. But the lure of the Cross-Hemisphere championship…”
She shakes her head, her locks of platinum silk brushing against her shoulders.
“I have either pinned, submitted, choked out seven people since everyone last saw me on Monday dropping Deimos into the Abyss. Lafayette to Canda and now to New Zealand before returning home to California. I truly do cross the hemispheres.
“And this tag match, Sir? A match type in which, unbeknownst to your kingdom, I excel at and am undefeated in with three separate partners? It is a message. A message to Lucy about how she is a temporary placeholder for my championship. A message for Eden that I am just beginning in her little world. A message to Zane about what the WrestleStock champion can be. And a message to you. A message about snakes seeing snakes for what they are, and a touch of a warning that, in this business, those atop their towers crumble when people like me come along.”
She caresses Kenzi’s hand, her fingers again lightly touching the odd engagement ring.
“Last night’s tag match marks victory number twenty-two for me since engaging in this tour to honor my father. Twenty-two victories across seven months in a variety of styles and locales, from fellow rookies to veterans and legends. I always focused on what was important then, just as I shall do on Monday.
“But now, Sir? Madame? I must bid you both a fond farewell until Monday. For now I must focus on the thing which matters most. My greatest victory. My equal. My future.”
Her eyes glisten as she smiles fully at the bruised face before her.
“My Beloved.”
Her voice rises once more in the soft French love song.
~~FIN~~