Post by LACKLAN on Apr 4, 2020 20:59:33 GMT -5
Mackenzie Michaela Grey-Lacklan is an up and comer in the world of sports and entertainment. She's a second generation wrestler with several championships to her name, and she's also a budding young movie and television actress who is the epitome of young Hollywood. This beautiful and talented star is idolized by millions, and her face is instantly recognized by fans the world over who think they know exactly who she is...but they don't.
Actress
Sports Professional
Businesswoman
Scientologist
Wife
Sports Professional
Businesswoman
Scientologist
Wife
Our cameras follow her and her friends and family on their outlandish adventures as they deal with the pressures of being young and ambitious in...
KENZI'S WORLD
Epis-
Epis-
"Halte ! Arrêtez ce non-sens !"
The documentary crew comes to a stop as the voice of the Mad Frenchwoman cuts through the patio. Situated on the balcony of their usual Waldorf-Astoria suite, current UGWC World Champion Sarah and former Chaos Champion Kenzi Grey-Lacklan and the several members of the Dark Goddess Productions crew either sigh or roll their eyes. Down below, standing out strongly against a warm Chicago Sunday afternoon, was a wall of black and purple that could only mean one thing.
“Mother!”
Kenzi...and several of those DGP employees...groan and roll their eyes as the albino leaps up from her half of the love seat on the balcony and goes running back into the suite and towards the door. Kenzi’s eyes slip down to Sarah’s bottom as she runs...she can’t help herself...but then she quickly puts her large pair of sunglasses on her face, obscuring the majority of it. She takes a long sip of her organic beer...which, for her, means only about half a mouthful...and looks back down over the balcony and to the courtyard below. The cameras join her to see Sarah, her Billion $$$ Smile in place, leaping into the arms of her vile, cruel, racist, hateful step-mother, with the Mad Frenchwoman’s of face too obscured by the skullcap covering up her head to see what expression her face had . Kenzi holds her hand up and twirls her finger in the air, giving the cameraman a “GO” sign.
I can’t express how much I hate that bitch. No, really. I know that SHE thinks everything’s all hunky-dory, and SARAH thinks everything is all peaches and cream, but I know better. I don’t know what Mrs Crazy is doing coming back around so much lately, but I’m keeping an eye on her. I’ll keep my fist in her face and my foot on her neck, too!
“Lookie, lookie, Beloved! Mother brought beignets!”
Kenzi looks away from the camera to see Sarah bursting through the door, a paper bag in her hand that she knew would be filled with doughnuts and powdered sugar, and the wall of black right behind her. After Sarah skipped through the door with the bag in her hand, four men with short hair and wearing black military uniforms, followed suit, moving with quick and efficient movements as they secured the room. After a few moments, Bordy comes through the door, her face and arms a bright white against the backdrop of her sleeveless dress, with her mixture of scars running up and down her arms. Right behind her, wearing a long sleeve turtleneck sweater is Ashley Allen, old friend of Sarah, occasional personal assistant to the Grey-Lacklans, and currently of some unknown working relationship under the matriarch of the Lacklan family compound.
“...great...double the pleasure…”
“Hmmm?”
“Nothing, Babe!”
Sarah’s face is all smiles as she falls into Kenzi’s lap and opens the bag of French donuts. Kenzi’s eyes light up behind her sunglasses as she sees the sudden look of disdain on Bordy’s face at the physical reminder of the same-sex marriage between them, and she curls her arms around Sarah’s waist tightly and gives her a wet kiss on the cheek. A retching sound comes from Bordy as she walks across the thresh of the balcony.
“...les lesbiennes sont les pires…”
“I’m not a lesbien!”
Bordy waves her hands in dismissal at Kenzi with rapid movements.
“This does not matter, ma fille! What DOES matter is that I need your camera crew! Maintenant!”
Kenzi narrows her eyes behind her glasses, suspicion filling her, and she turns to head to face Sarah. But the champion is happily munching on fried dough to the point where her entire face is covered in powdered sugar, and she realizes that’s no help. She turns back to Bordy...but then, unseen behind the glasses, her dark eyes fill with the mischief one might associate with Sarah. She turns back to the champion, leans forward, and licks a line of the sugar off her face.
“Mes yeux! Where is the bleach, you...you...FILTHY child?!”
Kenzi snickers as she swallows the sugar and pats Sarah’s cheek when the red eyes fill with equal parts confusion and arousal.
“What do you want, Ava?”
Bordy forces her eyes open slowly, wary of having to see more G-L on G-L action, and sighs when she sees that the coast is clear.
“Your crew! The documentary crew! They are the ones who recorded the documentary on me in 2018, n’est-ce pas?”
Kenzi smirks when she remembers the name she approved: Le Bord de Dieu: Savior in the Streets...Ultraviolet in the Sheets. She gives her a nod and Bordy waves her hands in agitation.
“Très bien! Très bon! I need them again! I have had the WORST day there has EVER been, and the world MUST know about it!”
Kenzi blinks several times in confusion but only gets a chance to open her mouth before Bordy starts pacing in agitated steps.
“‘Try this drink’ they said. ‘It is the flavor of Chicago,’ they said. Bah! C’était dégueulasse!”
As Bordy paces back and forth while waving her arms rapidly, Kenzi cannot help but notice how similar her ranting was to Sarah’s. What came first? Did Bordy pick up the pacing rant from Sarah or the other way around?
“What ARE you talking about, Mother?”
Kenzi was surprised that Sarah had stopped stuffing her face full of dough long enough to say anything.
“Malört, l’enfant demon! This SWILL which must have been sent to the Earth by the Enemy himself! Such a ghastly concoction!”
The G-Ls look at one another with confusion...or at least, Sar assumes there is confusion on Kenzi’s face behind the massive sunglasses...as Bordy begins to pace again.
“Those two old men! Those two buffoons! Speaking of times gone bye! Extolling the virtues of such a beastly drink! I had to try it myself, had to give way to the temptations of this wretched world, so that I may understand what they were talking about. Down went the drink and up went my lunch!”
She turns on them with a sharp moving which makes them both jump.
“I must tell the world! I must SAVE the world!”
It was then that both Kenzi and Sarah notice a slight glassy quality to Bordy’s striking emerald eyes. They notice the slight heaviness to her pacing. They notice her accent becoming thicker on certain words. “I must tell ze world! I must save ze world!”
“OH EM GEE YOU’RE DRUNK!”
The yell following the loud gasp from Sarah makes Kenzi wince. Her eyes automatically zoom downward to Sarah’s bottom after she pushes herself off of her lap and makes her way over to Bordy.
“I am NOT drunk, child! Drunkenness is profane!”
“PROFANITY!”
Kenzi rolls her eyes as Ashley parrots Bordy, but she can also see the signs in her hateful, and hated, mother-in-law.
“You NEVER drink anymore! Hey, remember that time you snuck me some of Daddy’s scotch when I was-”
“Enough of this! The camera crew! I must have them!”
Bordy pushes past Sarah and waves her arms in Kenzi’s face.
“The world must know about this vile concoction the old men influenced me to drink! They must know about the consequences!”
Kenzi smiles over how “french” Bordy was right now and a gleam comes to her eye again behind her glasses.
“Okay, THIS I gotta see.”
She motions to the small camera crew.
“You guys got all the graphics still? Sweet!”
Bonjour, mon enfants! I am here today to speak to you of a GREAT EVIL! I am here to caution you, as your proper Queen Mother, to stay AWAY from this horrendous concoction, a drink so vile that it might well be the sweat from Satan’s pores itself, called Malört. This HORRID drink, surely the spit from the Enemy’s very mouth, is akin to something equal parts motor oil and fluoroantimonic acid, and ingesting even an OUNCE of this THING has been known to cause drunkenness SO SEVERE that even mundane activities such as walking forward is dangerous.
But in order to understand this vile drink to its fullest, we must first look back at who created it. In the 1930s, Swedish-born Carl Jeppson-
“Ugh...I LOATHE when she goes on and on about history to the point of minutiae.”
Kenzi blinks behind her glasses at Sarah.
“I mean, I understand that not everyone can be as brief and straight-to-the-point as I am, but still, listening to her bring up facts like this makes my jaw lock from yawning.”
Kenzi sighs at Sarah lack of self-awareness.
And in the 1940s-
Kenzi groans as Bordy continues to natter on and instead turns her attention to her occasional personal assistant.
“Hey Smashley, did you drink that Malört stuff, too?”
Ashley’s face turns down into a frown as she turns away from Bordy.
“That is not my name, Boss.”
“Didn’t give you the name for no reason, chick. Those videos Seb found of you online…”
Kenzi lets out a low whistle and Ashley’s face blushes.
“We...we do not speak of the Before Time.”
Kenzi opens her mouth to press the point, but Sarah beats her to it.
“What does that mean, Ash? You’ve said something like that when you helped me with my first sermon, but I haven’t been able to ask about it.”
Ashley’s face brightens.
“Oh! That is one of the edicts of going through the Queen Mother’s ‘Born Again Virgin Program!’”
Kenzi mumbles something about “...there’s no putting THAT back to its original state after the videos I’ve seen…” but Sarah ignores it.
“Yeah...I’ve been meaning to ask about that, too. What’s all that about?”
“I’d love to tell you about it! Would you like me to start by saying ‘Funny story, that’ or go the documentary route?”
“Oh em gee do NOT do a flashback. And definitely not a flashback WITHIN a flashback. That gets nothing but Ls! Go for the confessional!”
What the? Why do I look like THAT in my graphic? Kenzi, why are you smiling?
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What do you MEAN I look like a whore?!
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No! No no no! That was me BEFORE! We do NOT talk about the Before Time!
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Oh, its a joke! I get it, Kenzi the Kidder! #ThatsOurKenz!
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Wow, I have NEVER seen you turn purple that fast! Anyway, lets talk about a program that a CERTAIN pink haired harlot in this city could use! The Born Again Virgin program!
Last year, after waking from her slumber to participate at Outlast, the Queen Mother set up a new and exciting program for the Path of the Light Church! She knew that there were those who needed a little more help than just words or letters, as she gives in the #1 CTN program, Dear Bordy, and so she knew she needed to do something more tangible. The Born Again Virgin program (you can contact me for flyers!) whisks you away from your life of debauchery and sins and takes you to a BEAUTIFUL island off the coast of Maine-
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Beautiful island?! Sar tried to take me to that cold-as-fuck island for a vacation a few months ago! There is NO sand and ONLY rock! There are NO palm trees and ONLY oaks! There is NO sun and ONLY that creepy Stephen King mist shit that’s always around the compound! Bitch, when I say “island vacation,” I want to walk around in our bikinis on the surf and be surrounded by hula dancers and people surf-boarding!
“Beautiful island off the coast of Maine” my black ass!
-and treat you to a SHOCKING experience full of CUTTING EDGE techniques where we BLEED OUT the disgusting sins of the world and influence of Satan. You’ll learn about how what God truly wants you to focus on professional wrestling, whether that means you are an athlete competing to lead the world or simply one of the masses who are to bow before the wrestlers and obey them without question or thought, and to abandon every other thing that might pop into your silly little head!
Personally, when my family moved from Augusta to Bangor when I was 12 and I met Sarah at our small private school, I wasn’t sure what to think about the albino in the designer clothes who was, in her own words, ‘the only person around here you should bother to get to know,’ but then I met her father! He was so strong and powerful and wonderful and the things he told us about the world made so much sense! We Lacklanlanders...which I became VERY fast...are meant to show the world what God wants, and the Queen Mother’s programs are helping to make that an easy thing to do!
The Queen Mother has been SUCH an inspiration to the world! In fact, I bet what she has had to say about that weird and very very disgusting drink will inspire YOU as well. Lets check it out!
Kenzi does that combo sigh/growl thing she does whenever Ashley is around and smiling as they move away from her and look back at Bordy. But Sarah shakes her head and leads them away.
“She’s only into the changes within the distribution company throughout the 80s recession. Honestly, how DOES someone us SO MANY WORDS like that?”
Kenzi shares a side eye glance with her preferred cameraman, the man with the perpetual 5 o’clock shadow on his face who has been on many adventures with the G-Ls throughout the docuseries, and he returns it to her. He mouths “ELEVEN K” and she responds with a silent “FOR FUCKS SAKE”
“Hey Ash...were you there when she…”
Sarah motions towards her own platinum locks and mimes shaving it. Angie’s face slightly falls and she gives a little shake of her head.
“No...but I was there for the aftermath. It...it wasn’t pretty, Sar.”
“How so?”
Ashley opens her mouth but then closes it without saying anything, with a clear look of trepidation on her face. Sar nods in understanding.
“Go ahead and do a flashback. Just don’t confuse people!”
~~FLASHBACK TO: Ava’s continued evolution~~
Ashley’s hand cramps as she types on her computer, forcing her to take a break. The third year at the Lacklanland School of Business was proving more than difficult, particularly with her increased duties within the church. The sound of her door creaking open causes her to raise her head up and her jaw drops at what she sees.
“Queen Mother?!”
Bordy walks into the room slowly, her steps clunking and ungainly, with long lines of red running down her face and dripping to the floor. The source of the red lines was the top of her head where, to Ashley’s shock, her hair had been shaved away, the dark brown hair which had not been bleached in many months, and many slices and cuts adorned her pale scalp. Ashley gets up from her seat and runs to her, stopping just before she reaches her, calling for help the whole time. Before long, several servants are in the room, including the resident nurse, and hands a busy fussing over the head of the compound. Once cleaned up and rested, the words came from Redmaine:
The Queen Mother had received a vision from God. She was to be as her husband, il est ressuscité, and give body to what had risen to His side.
Upon closer inspection, Bordy had shaved her own head with a pair of clippers hard enough to draw blood, including twisting and turning the razor so that she could carve designs into her scalp. The design matched the old burn scars on the head of Jean-Paul Lacklan perfectly, il est ressuscité.
It was a thing of beauty.
~~FLASHFOWARD TO: The documentary upon the balcony~~
“She has grown SO much!”
Kenzi walks away before she can “accidentally” punch Sarah in her face for her continued devotion to the crazy bitch. Unfortunately, she found herself walking right back onto the balcony where said crazy bitch was now listing the many MANY things that you should NOT do after drinking Malört.
-and no driving! The One Lord God will NOT be pleased with you if you are to control a transport device after drinking this vile concoction for fear of losing control!
There will be watching of the television for fear of watching something profane or pornographic!
There will be no walking or taking hikes for fear of turning the wrong direction and getting lost!
There will be no speaking on the telephone for fear of calling the wrong person! There will be no-
"CUT!"
Bordy’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click in response to the surprising instruction. The cameraman, with a face full of relief, quickly walks off the balcony and into the suite, and Kenzi gives him a smile.
“I was not finished! There are MANY things which the world needs to know NOT to do after drinking that swill!”
“I’m sure there is, ‘mom,’ but that’s boring as shit! Learn to live a little!”
Bordy’s face flattens.
“Just because SOME of us do not participate in the DISGUSTING things you people do-”
“What do you mean by YOU PEOPLE?”
“She means women that have sex with women, Beloved.”
Kenzi gives Bordy a pointed wink as Sarah joins them on the balcony.
“...not that that has been us since In Your Hands, or anything…”
Kenzi’s face falls at the muttered remark, and the face behind the glasses darkens. She can FEEL each and every mark left behind by Tempest’s use of barbed wire three weeks ago.
“But tell us, Mother, are you prepared for tomorrow? Prepared to fight for the honor of your...division...such as there is?”
Bordy gives Sarah a cool look.
“I hear some derision in your voice, child.”
The World Champion licks her lips for a second before giving a small smile.
“A conversation for another day, Mother.”
Bordy gives her a questioning look, but then waves her hands.
“Of course I am prepared, daughter. I am risen.”
Bordy reaches up behind her head and removes the skullcap. Kenzi feels like throwing up at the sight of the scarred scalp of the crazy bitch, but she also sees Sarah’s expensive smile beem.
“When I first entered the UGWC, when I first awoke from the dream I living, my mind was clouded. It was lost. It WAS chaos. I knew that I needed to fight, to fulfill what the world needed, but I hid from who I was. I hid it from those who might know. But I came to myself...at least a little...when Zane Scott made the foolish move of spending Global Dollars to turn an otherwise normal cluster match into one with Chaos rules. And then I awoke.”
Her green eyes seem to turn glassy as she thinks upon two years ago.
“I chained Deimos up in the ropes and then spanned your sister’s neck to win the match.”
A smile comes to her face.
“I knew that was the moment. That was the time. My mind was finding clarity...and not that silly falsehood you and the Cotton woman seek, Kenzi...but true clarity. Your father, il est ressuscité, spoke out against such wrestling, of course-”
“...garbage…”
“-but he also understood something: The tools of the Enemy can, if used by the hands of God, be the END of the Enemy. Your father, il est ressuscité, was once a hardcore champion, as you know, and he did it for God’s grace. And so I knew that I, too, could do the same. And so I stayed in the ring, stayed in the utter chaos of broken chairs and tables, and I, borrowing from the Good Doctor, introduced myself. A week later, and the Champion of Chaos was born.”
Her eyes come back to the present and she takes in Kenzi and Sarah.
“Have you been doing your homework? Researching opponents and championships and learning context?”
Sarah nods emphatically while Kenzi tries to do a standing version of when she was slide down in her desk and hide from the teacher to avoid being picked.
“There were many Chaos champions before me, of course. Fourty-two, if you wish to be exact. But in the eight years of the Coalition and all of those champions before me, none WERE me. None understood the importance of that championship and what it could mean. For most, it was simply something to throw around, or perhaps to fight over between fighters otherwise without a match. In fact, even after I won the championship, there were times when the title was thought as so. I have, as we all know, gone on at length over the tendency to give rookies and otherwise untested Entertainment Professionals contendership matches, and some outright championship matches, but they eventually learned that Le Bord de Dieu, the Edge and Blade of God, was far more than simply the next person to swing chairs to destroy tables. I was no Chaos or Ichabod.”
Bordy shakes her head and slowly runs one of her hands over her scalp, her fingers caressing the intricacies within the mass of scars.
“Both of those men...those men I find myself facing tomorrow...had incredible reigns with the title, and reigns which I needed to turn into milestones if I was to convince the world of the title’s importance. I studied their reigns, as I studied them all, even during my first reign, the one cut short by the Harvester. When I took my championship back...from a media mogul of all people...I knew that I must not just be the shining light for the company, as I was when Lucy Wylde was beneath me as the World Champion, but the light for the BUSINESS. With my husband, il est ressuscité, our father, il est ressuscité, flowing through me, I knew the becoming the TRUE ‘greatest’ was important. Unlike others, my reign is not fraught with a tiny asterix which do not stand up to close scrutiny. Such as, for instance, claiming to be the greatest when, in fact, your mother-in-law is.”
Kenzi’s eyes flare but Bordy’s face stands firm.
“You fell far short of that claim, Kenzi.”
Kenzi’s opens her mouth, her tongue ready to be rough in its retort, but her hand is squeezed in three rapid bursts by Sarah. The old message of “I love you” between them meant far more than just the statement, and was somewhat of a talisman, a message which spoke many things, including “not now.” Kenzi lets the remarks from Bordy go. For her own sake, Bordy doesn’t seem to notice any of the exchange.
“Ichabod’s reign was interesting, if nothing else. The Engine believed themselves to not just be the against of Chaos, but to be Chaos itself. Not too different my from own marketing of being ‘Chaos Incarnate,’ I suppose. But the oddities of their abilities to compete as one...I asked Monsieur Ooley once what that was about and he mumbled about ‘La Règle du Moteur,’ whatever that meant...brought some invalidation to his claim. The vast majority of that reign was as the Engine, and so there was an inescapable advantage which must be recognized. Even IF one of those people was Holden. I suppose I would excuse the falsehood of his reign if the time table were reversed, if the vast majority of it was on his own merits, but that is not the case. Once Ichabod became the sole champion, he was immediately proven to be unworthy of the accolades. And considering his complete lack of success in ANY form after that...well...at least there are a handful of people who mention his name so that we can all pretend he actually mattered far more than he really did.
“Then again, other than his name, there is little which is remarkable about Chaos as champion. Oh, he certainly was able to lay claim to successful defenses, but there is much to be desired in that regard. Ezekiel Pax may well be high on any upcoming 10th Anniversary lists due to many wins in the main event or with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship, but everyone who knows anything knows that he was just as likely to forget to tie his shoes as he was put in a great performance. And, while I wish I could say that defeating my good friend Eden, may she rest forever at the Creator’s side, the truth is that their match was on an episode of Synergy, and all three of us can assume how little she likely tried.”
Kenzi nods...and she sees that Sarah does, too. Yes, they were well aware of how little cared about Synergy matches!
“He did, however, win a Carnage match, and for that, I applaud him! I know well the rigors of that endeavor, and so receives praise for that.”
Bordy’s eyes turn from the G-Ls and to Ashley.
“Ashley, please make a note: Text the Cotton woman and remind her of her failed attempt to take away my championship at Horizons.”
Kenzi gives Bordy a flat look but Sarah giggles before Bordy turns her attention back to them.
“Neither one of them did what I did, ma filles. Neither one of them realized that the Chaos Championship can rise above the entire business. Neither one of them realized that, should you weave the threads of chaos with the dept hand of God, that a blanket can be brought together to keep the world warm and safe. Neither one of them raised the Chaos Championship above its station. That was me. And only me. Whereas both of them were accustomed to a championship regulated to random cluster matches at Pay-Per-View events, I made it not only worthy of being in the main event of WrestleStock, but forced the Consortium to admit that it was equal to that championship. That I, the Champion of Chaos, was equal to the World Champion.”
Bordy’s eyes move between the two of them an a smirk rises to her lips
“Certainly not something anyone else has done.”
Sarah’s face turns schooled suddenly, with no emotion splaying at all. But Kenzi’s face turns angry as fire fills her. Sensing this, Sarah immediately pulls out her pocket watch.
“Oh em gee! Would you LOOK at the time! We have all GOT to get some sleep before the big show tomorrow!”
Sarah’s blatant diversion is successful in getting everyone moving. The camera crew is out the door after gathering their equipment, the Lacklanland guards have secured the hallway, and Ashley is making sure that Roxy gets a text. Skullcap back in place, gait far more sober than it was an hour before, Bordy is at the door and prepared to leave.
“Thank you SO much for coming over! And for the beignets!”
“...yeah…”
Bordy takes the G-Ls in turn and gives them a slow nod.
“I wish everyone in our House luck upon the morrow. Let each of us embrace the legacies we have created.”
With a hug from Sarah...and a small nod from Kenzi...Bordy makes her leave.
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