Post by Priscilla Kelly on Jul 22, 2020 17:06:36 GMT -5
A bright glow emanates from the large flat-screen TV built into the wall, above the large and incredibly comfortable looking bed that sits young Lucas Carlos. He shovels gummy worms into his mouth, as his eyes rest, almost unblinking, on the content of the screen ahead. A wrestling ring, covered in logos that advertise the name 'Pro Wrestling Destruction', and in which stands Dolph Ziggler and a rather small, edgy looking fellow of the name 'Sean Masters'. But these two figures are not who young Lucas is interested in, neither of these men are the reason he shovels the gummy worms into his mouth with increased speed, his heart beating more and more with anticipation, until suddenly…
Lucas sits forwards, his eyes wide and hungry. Out onto the stage, steps the man himself, cigarette in mouth, the exuberant figure behind the name R-Truth, none other than Ron Killings. But it's not him who Lucas is here to see either, it's the small, purple haired, masquerade mask figure who walks out next to him.
Sp!t.
Lucas feels butterflies in his stomach as the 14 year old Priscilla Kelly moves down the ramp alongside Killings, an excitement in her eyes. Lucas' gaze swims in her luscious violet hair, her sparkling black and purple gear, and through the holes in her mask, her great, wide, piercing blue eyes. Upon a close up of Sp!t, Lucas pauses the TV, before sitting back and giving out an enamoured sigh.
He'd never felt adoration like this ever.
A knock rattles on his door, before it peeks open, and the figure of his fantasies moves into the room.
Priscilla Kelly
Knock knock. How's my favourite boy in the world doing?
Lucas quickly unpauses the TV, before clearing his throat, and sitting up quickly in bed.
Lucas
Oh just watching some wrestling! Just umm-
Priscilla gets an eyeful of the TV and smiles.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! Look who it is! You a Sp!t fan, Lucas?
Lucas
Well y'know, I'm a- sort of- I like R-Truth! A lot! Too! I'm a big R-Truth fan!
Priscilla Kelly
Good! He deserves it! What an underrated mastermind ol' Ron is!
Priscilla jumps down onto the bed next to Lucas, scooting up next to him. Lucas tries to hide the sound of his involuntary gulp, as he feels the skin of Priscilla's arm rub against him. This brief contact almost melts him, and it takes him a few seconds to find any sense of the world.
Priscilla Kelly
Which one's this one? Oh! Dolph!? Pfft, that dude sucks! I don't even remember that other guy but he looks like shit too, huh?
Lucas
Oh! Umm-- yeah! Yeah! What a loser!
As Killings enters the ring, it becomes clear it's a tag team match, as the theme music of Truth's tag team partner blasts through the PA. Onto the stage, steps modern day AWF Producer, Chris DeAngelo.
Priscilla Kelly
Well well well, look who it is.
Priscilla raises an eyebrow, before grabbing a gummy worm and scoffing it. As the camera settles back on Sp!t for another close-up, Lucas feels the butterflies swim in his belly once more, as he clears his throat and slowly looks up at Kelly.
Lucas
Is there any umm, any Sp!t… merch?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh? You want some Sp!t merch!? Wow, never thought I'd hear that. What like?
Lucas
I dunno like umm, a poster maybe?
Priscilla Kelly
Wow. Want lil' old me up on your wall huh? I could try sort that out maybe.
Lucas grins.
Lucas
Thanks Auntie Priscilla.
Priscilla smiles herself, before ruffling up Lucas' hair as she feels the young boy lean against her shoulder, and a warm glow fills her. A glow of comfort. But then, a small moment of sadness. She looks up at the TV, the close-up of Sp!t, at her own face. Her young face, and she remembers the pain it had just been through.
-
The dark black night is void of stars, just pitch black sky, endless and endless. Priscilla Kelly's eyes rest on the bleeding gutter above her, water seeping through the cracks and pattering onto the concrete floor below her, spitting up onto her scuffed, muddy boots. She hugs herself tightly, hood up over her damp, dark brown hair, her beady blue eyes scrunched close. The skin of her face, pale as a sheet, isn't as pristine as we're used to it being, scattered with brown splodges of dirt, and little cuts and bruises across her ruby cheeks.
This 14 year old Priscilla Kelly sits under a doorway to the back exit of an old bar, pressed up against the doorway, trying as best she can to stay out of the pouring rain above. Her eyes rest on the glow of the wet floor in the lamplight, it would be peaceful if it didn't come with such a cost. It was her view every night now, at least when police didn't remove her from this spot. She had no home, only these streets.
Her beaten, bagged eyes slowly flutter closed, as she lets her head lean on the hard wood of the doorway. Her head hurts, her body aches, she's tired, and fed up. Almost all of the fight has been sucked out of her…
But not all of it.
She keeps muscling on.
The sound of drunkards echoes from down the streets. Priscilla slowly pulls a small, tattered black blanket up to her face, almost covering her completely, as she watches 3 drunken men slowly stumble along. A gust of wind flutters by, yanking the blanket from Priscilla's grip, where she scrambles to hold onto it. In the effort though, one of the drunkards spots Priscilla, and grins.
Drunkard #1
Fucking, there you go Derek! You were worried about pulling! There's a bird there for you look!
Drunkard #2/Derek
Aww Darren don't wake her up!
Drunkard #1/Darren
Why?
Drunkard #3
He's worried she won't be up for it if she's awake!
The drunkards laugh.
Darren
Fucking hell not bad though is she? For an homeless.
Derek
Bit young looking Darren.
Drunkard #3
Yeah bet she's gagging for it though.
The first drunkard, Darren, starts to stumble in Priscilla's direction, a dizzy smile on his face.
Darren
Here love… me and my pals here got a bed and a roof over your head for you tonight! If you fancy?
Priscilla pulls the blanket back up to her face, pressing her nose into her knees in hopes the men will just disappear. The drunkard looks a little insulted.
Darren
Come on lassie, how often do you get a deal like this?
He stumbles even closer over to Priscilla, who lays with the blanket scrunched up to her shaking face. The man grabs the other end of it, and tugs it away from her. Priscilla scrunches her eyes shut, and looks at the ground.
Derek
Leave it Darren.
Darren
Beggars can't be choosers darling. I'll even throw a bit of dosh in for you if you like?
Priscilla doesn't look up, her head pressed even further into her knees. She starts to shake as she cries.
Priscilla Kelly
Please leave me alone. Please.
Darren
Well now you're making me feel like a bad guy. I'm trying to be nice.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm just- I'm not interested. Please just leave. Please.
Darren
How do you know? You've not even looked at me yet!
The drunkard gets a hand full of Priscilla's hair, and tugs her head upwards. She cries out in pain, her eyes opening involuntarily, as she stares at the grisled features of the man before her. His wrinkles, his bumpy olive skin, his nasty grey eyes, his yellowing teeth, and she gets a whiff of his alcohol breath.
Derek
Darren! Fucking hell mate, leave it!
Darren
Could be a lot worse couldn't I love!
Darren yanks Priscilla forwards, pulling her from her step, dragging her along the soaked pavement.
Priscilla Kelly
Stop! Please! Please!
The second drunkard, Derek, is over at Darren's side in a second, pulling him away from Kelly. After an especially nasty yank, Darren lets go of her hair, a tuft of it being ripped out in his grip. He grimaces over at Kelly.
Darren
Stay in the rain then you stupid fucking tart.
Darren lets the handful of Priscilla's hair float out of his hand to the wet pavement, before turning on his heel and moving away with his two friends, shaking his head.
Darren
Gaul on that girl.
And they're gone, and Priscilla is left in the empty and, once more, silent street. She lays on her back, clutching her scalp, shaking as she cries out, the tears streaming from her eyes being quickly lost between the droplets of rain that beat down on her face.
She is soaked, battered, beaten, miserable.
This is what life had given her.
Cruelty upon cruelty.
It seemed clear to Priscilla that there was just no end to this horror that she could see.
But when she found it, if she ever did…
She'd never let it go.
-
The black sky is no more, replaced by a plain white now. A few grey clouds spec the vast expanse, but not a vision of blue can be seen. No blue like the eyes that look upon it, Priscilla Kelly's. Still hugging herself in her tattered black coat, Priscilla sludges along the still wet pavement, her bagged eyes and ghostly white skin still present, a clump of hair missing from her head. It's clear sleep wasn't easy for the young girl that night prior.
As Kelly walks down the packed streets, the odd dirty look fires at her from passers by, but Kelly takes no note of these. Months of living on these streets has taught her to care none for those looking down at her. They really do not matter.
The only thing that matters right now is her rumbling tummy. She buries her hands into her pockets, trying to find what change she has to make up for a meal…
...and it's not close to enough.
She sighs, before slowly sidling over to the wall next to her, and letting herself slide down it into a sitting position on the wet concrete. As people walk by her, she lolls her head up, demotivated, tired, as her croaky voice cries out with little effort.
Priscilla Kelly
Change please? Can anyone spare some change? Please?
A young fellow walks by, making eye contact with her for a brief second. She smiles at him.
Priscilla Kelly
Any change? Please?
He looks away from her then, moving onwards like he never even saw her. Priscilla puffs her cheeks out, before letting her head rest against the wall.
Priscilla Kelly
Fuck.
The hunger was starting to really set in, and Priscilla just didn't have the patience in that moment to wait around for the rare generosity of a few strangers. To syphen through those who pretended to ignore her, or didn't want to give her money because she'd 'just spent it on drugs'. She rubs her eyes, with barely enough energy to move, before suddenly, out of a passing car window, an soda is tossed out at her feet.
Priscilla picks it up quickly, but her hopes drop as she feels the lack of content inside. Her eyes though, rest on the Burger King logo imprinted onto the side, and an idea surfaces in her mind.
-
Lucas bursts into laughter as, upon the screen before himself and his Auntie Priscilla, the young and fiery Sp!t jumps up onto the apron, taking advantage of the distracted referee, and spits a huge loogey into the face of Sean Masters! Boos echo from the crowd, as the competitor stumbles backwards, turning right into a LIE DETECTOR!!!
Truth secures the pin and the three count, and just like Sp!t does on screen, Lucas fist pumps the air and cheers.
Lucas
Awesome! How can you spit that far!?
Priscilla Kelly
I actually had to practice you know? They were some very, very weird lessons…
A small knock occurs on the door, before it creaks open slightly, and Cranston peaks his rather unfortunate looking face in.
Cranston
Umm, Mistress Kelly, you ready?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! Of course, yeah.
Kelly quickly scuffles off of the bed, a flash of disappointment suddenly arising over young Lucas.
Lucas
Oh, you going somewhere?
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah, got some AWF business to attend to! Don't worry though, I'll pick up some snacks later and we'll watch a movie, how's that sound?
Lucas
Oh! Yeah, good! What kinda movie?
Priscilla Kelly
Up to you! No romance though, had enough of that.
Lucas
Pfft! What!? I wouldn't- I do not- I don't like the romance films! Romance! Pfft! Pee-Yew!
Lucas recognises he may have over done it. Priscilla just looks down at him, a little speechless, before she gives out a small smile.
Priscilla Kelly
Alright, looks like I don't have to worry then. See you later Lucas!
Priscilla leans forwards and kisses Lucas on the forehead, before she turns and follows Cranston out of the room. As the door shuts on Lucas, he rolls onto his back on his bed, face flushed with red, a great big smile on his face. His hands go to his heart, and he chuckles.
Lucas
I love you Auntie Pris.
-
The 14 year old Priscilla Kelly pushes her face through the hedges to get a good look at the Burger King ahead of her. Her eyes get hungry just looking at it, signalled by the further rumbling of her stomach, which she rubs until it goes silent. Her eyes fall upon the Burger King drive-thru, and she narrows her eyes. She notes a person collecting their order from their car window, a smile on their face, before pulling out and away down the road. Behind that car, sits a black SUV, slowly scooting forward, prepared to collect their order.
Priscilla gulps, moving out of the hedge, as she mentally prepares herself for her plan. She'd only ever done this twice, and it was a risky business, but right now, it was a much more appealing option than begging for god knows how long for spare change. Plus, with luck, this plan could guarantee her a hearty meal.
She readies herself, as the SUV pulls up to the window to collect the food.
The SUV front window winds down, the driver of which greeted to a hearty smile from the Burger King worker, as she grabs a rather large bag up from the table. An especially large bag. As the worker leans out of the window, holding the bag outwards to the outstretched arms of the driver of the SUV…
Priscilla darts in between! She scoops the large bag into her own arms, and bolts as fast as she can onwards! She hears roars from the car.
? ? ?
What the FUCK!!!
But she pays no heed, a worried and wide eyed look on her face she runs as fast her legs can carry her, heading straight for the closest alley-way that she can see. She peers over her shoulder, as the SUV diverts course from the drive-thru, onto the grass patch next to it. Priscilla gulps, her breath catching in her throat, they'd never done that before.
She gets closer and closer to the alley-way though, seeing a large metal fence. If she scales that, she's in the clear.
She clenches her teeth around the top of the bag, before leaping at the fence, clutching onto it with both hands, and beginning her ascent! She's scurrying upwards as quickly as she can, her heart beating in her chest, not daring to look back as the top of the fence gets closer and closer!
Finally, she's there! With one great heave, she pulls herself up onto the fence, swinging her leg up and over it, before pulling herself up to straddle it. A small smile emerges onto her face, before she takes one last look back to see where the SUV is…
...headed straight for the fence.
Full speed.
Priscilla screams, the bag falling out of her mouth, before she pushes up from the fence, leaping through the air! The SUV clatters into the metal fence, obliterating it and sending it halfway across the alley-way, as Priscilla soars through the air, before coming to collide hard with the top of a dumpster! As the SUV comes to a stop a little ways down the alley, Priscilla rolls off of the dumpster nastily, before crumpling in a gruesome heap to the floor.
She clutches her body, groaning in pain, as she hears two car doors open up. She barely has time to open her eyes and see who it is, before she's lifted to the feet by her throat, and pressed up against the wall of the alley-way.
In that moment, she can't touch the floor, feeling the colour drain from her face, the light drain from her eyes. As she splutters and coughs, she can only get a good look at the man who the meaty fingers around her throat belong to.
A large behemoth of a man, as wide as he was tall. Ebony skin, with dark brown eyes resting on an intense, angry expression. He presses her against the wall tightly.
The Man
Trying to snatch my order huh!? What's a skinny, twiggy little bitch like you gonna do with five triple whoppers, huh!?
And then, another man is between them, pushing the large whale of a man away from Priscilla.
Other Man
Back off man! Come on!!! It's a little girl!
Priscilla feels the grip loosen from her throat, and she drops to the floor. She tumbles to her knees, holding at her neck, coughing and spluttering nastily as she hears the two men argue above her, but isn't paying attention enough to listen to what they say. She lets herself rest against the brick wall, gaining back her breath, before finally her eyes slowly flutter upwards to the two men before her. Though her vision is blurry, she can make out the two figures slightly.
The Man
She tried stealing my fucking food Ron!
Other Man/Ron
She's clearly homeless S2! Come on man, look at her, and then look at your fat ass, who needs that shit more?!
The Man/S2
Who payed for it though!?
Ron
Don't be like that man. Can't believe you just nearly killed a little girl over a few whoppers.
S2
TRIPLE whoppers! I ain't made of money Ron!
Ron
I sure as hell pay you enough that it ain't worth murdering a kid for a few burgers.
S2
I ain't here for this whopper slander, Killings!
Priscilla coughs again, involuntarily, prompting the smaller of the two men, Ron Killings, to turn to her. He points a finger against S2's chest.
Ron Killings
You, stay put.
S2 grunts, as Ron slowly moves over to the clearly struggling Priscilla. He bends down so he's on her level, and puts a reassuring hand on her back.
Ron Killings
Alright kiddo?
Priscilla can only get out a nod.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy shit.
Ron Killings
It's alright! We're not gonna hurt you… any more at least.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh god my back.
Ron Killings
Shit, do you want us to get you to the hospital?
Priscilla Kelly
No! NO! You can't! I can't have my family knowing where I've gone! Or Jimmy Smith!
Ron Killings
Oh, uuhhh, alright! Well, shit.
Ron turns to S2.
Ron Killings
S2, get my private doctor on the phone.
S2
What!? For some homeless bitch?
Ron Killings
That you nearly killed S2? Yes!
S2 huffs, before moving over to the SUV, as Ron continues to rub Priscilla's back.
Ron Killings
It'll be okay… it'll be okay…
Priscilla clutches her stomach, as the pain starts to increase, shooting up through her body. She groans, as she looks up at Ron. She almost double takes, before her eyes rest on him.
Priscilla Kelly
Wait? R-Truth!? Is that who you see when you die?!
Ron Killings
Uuuh-
Priscilla slumps suddenly to the pavement, the sudden pain shooting up from her battered spine through her body, sending her into unconsciousness.
-
The 14 year old Priscilla Kelly pushes her face through the hedges to get a good look at the Burger King ahead of her. Her eyes get hungry just looking at it, signalled by the further rumbling of her stomach, which she rubs until it goes silent. Her eyes fall upon the Burger King drive-thru, and she narrows her eyes. She notes a person collecting their order from their car window, a smile on their face, before pulling out and away down the road. Behind that car, sits a black SUV, slowly scooting forward, prepared to collect their order.
Priscilla gulps, moving out of the hedge, as she mentally prepares herself for her plan. She'd only ever done this twice, and it was a risky business, but right now, it was a much more appealing option than begging for god knows how long for spare change. Plus, with luck, this plan could guarantee her a hearty meal.
She readies herself, as the SUV pulls up to the window to collect the food.
The SUV front window winds down, the driver of which greeted to a hearty smile from the Burger King worker, as she grabs a rather large bag up from the table. An especially large bag. As the worker leans out of the window, holding the bag outwards to the outstretched arms of the driver of the SUV…
Priscilla darts in between! She scoops the large bag into her own arms, and bolts as fast as she can onwards! She hears roars from the car.
? ? ?
What the FUCK!!!
But she pays no heed, a worried and wide eyed look on her face she runs as fast her legs can carry her, heading straight for the closest alley-way that she can see. She peers over her shoulder, as the SUV diverts course from the drive-thru, onto the grass patch next to it. Priscilla gulps, her breath catching in her throat, they'd never done that before.
She gets closer and closer to the alley-way though, seeing a large metal fence. If she scales that, she's in the clear.
She clenches her teeth around the top of the bag, before leaping at the fence, clutching onto it with both hands, and beginning her ascent! She's scurrying upwards as quickly as she can, her heart beating in her chest, not daring to look back as the top of the fence gets closer and closer!
Finally, she's there! With one great heave, she pulls herself up onto the fence, swinging her leg up and over it, before pulling herself up to straddle it. A small smile emerges onto her face, before she takes one last look back to see where the SUV is…
...headed straight for the fence.
Full speed.
Priscilla screams, the bag falling out of her mouth, before she pushes up from the fence, leaping through the air! The SUV clatters into the metal fence, obliterating it and sending it halfway across the alley-way, as Priscilla soars through the air, before coming to collide hard with the top of a dumpster! As the SUV comes to a stop a little ways down the alley, Priscilla rolls off of the dumpster nastily, before crumpling in a gruesome heap to the floor.
She clutches her body, groaning in pain, as she hears two car doors open up. She barely has time to open her eyes and see who it is, before she's lifted to the feet by her throat, and pressed up against the wall of the alley-way.
In that moment, she can't touch the floor, feeling the colour drain from her face, the light drain from her eyes. As she splutters and coughs, she can only get a good look at the man who the meaty fingers around her throat belong to.
A large behemoth of a man, as wide as he was tall. Ebony skin, with dark brown eyes resting on an intense, angry expression. He presses her against the wall tightly.
The Man
Trying to snatch my order huh!? What's a skinny, twiggy little bitch like you gonna do with five triple whoppers, huh!?
And then, another man is between them, pushing the large whale of a man away from Priscilla.
Other Man
Back off man! Come on!!! It's a little girl!
Priscilla feels the grip loosen from her throat, and she drops to the floor. She tumbles to her knees, holding at her neck, coughing and spluttering nastily as she hears the two men argue above her, but isn't paying attention enough to listen to what they say. She lets herself rest against the brick wall, gaining back her breath, before finally her eyes slowly flutter upwards to the two men before her. Though her vision is blurry, she can make out the two figures slightly.
The Man
She tried stealing my fucking food Ron!
Other Man/Ron
She's clearly homeless S2! Come on man, look at her, and then look at your fat ass, who needs that shit more?!
The Man/S2
Who payed for it though!?
Ron
Don't be like that man. Can't believe you just nearly killed a little girl over a few whoppers.
S2
TRIPLE whoppers! I ain't made of money Ron!
Ron
I sure as hell pay you enough that it ain't worth murdering a kid for a few burgers.
S2
I ain't here for this whopper slander, Killings!
Priscilla coughs again, involuntarily, prompting the smaller of the two men, Ron Killings, to turn to her. He points a finger against S2's chest.
Ron Killings
You, stay put.
S2 grunts, as Ron slowly moves over to the clearly struggling Priscilla. He bends down so he's on her level, and puts a reassuring hand on her back.
Ron Killings
Alright kiddo?
Priscilla can only get out a nod.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy shit.
Ron Killings
It's alright! We're not gonna hurt you… any more at least.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh god my back.
Ron Killings
Shit, do you want us to get you to the hospital?
Priscilla Kelly
No! NO! You can't! I can't have my family knowing where I've gone! Or Jimmy Smith!
Ron Killings
Oh, uuhhh, alright! Well, shit.
Ron turns to S2.
Ron Killings
S2, get my private doctor on the phone.
S2
What!? For some homeless bitch?
Ron Killings
That you nearly killed S2? Yes!
S2 huffs, before moving over to the SUV, as Ron continues to rub Priscilla's back.
Ron Killings
It'll be okay… it'll be okay…
Priscilla clutches her stomach, as the pain starts to increase, shooting up through her body. She groans, as she looks up at Ron. She almost double takes, before her eyes rest on him.
Priscilla Kelly
Wait? R-Truth!? Is that who you see when you die?!
Ron Killings
Uuuh-
Priscilla slumps suddenly to the pavement, the sudden pain shooting up from her battered spine through her body, sending her into unconsciousness.
-
The car pulls up alongside a rather quaint looking retirement home, with Priscilla leaning forward as she reads the large sign at the front of the car park, 'The Patella Home'. She grins.
Priscilla Kelly
This is the one. Park up Cranston, in a disabled spot too, I need to get into the right mindset for this visit.
Cranston
And what mindset is that Mistress Kelly?
Priscilla Kelly
The evil kind.
Inside the Patella Home, in an old, rather uncomfortable looking sofa chair, sits the frankly frightening and fractious father of Barron Boneius…
Nigel 'Daddy' Bone.
On the quite old TV before him, he watches the 2013 documentary Blackfish. As he watches the whales being tortured, a smile breaks on his face.
Daddy Bone
Why… I must visit this Seaworld. What a delightful place.
Nurse
Excuse me, Mr. Bone, you have a visitor.
Nigel smiles, before turning in his chair.
Daddy Bone
Ah, she's here.
Across the room, he sees her. Bright orange locks flowing down her shoulders, a swagger in her walk, draped in pitch black leathers, a hammer in her hand.
Daddy Bone
Well well well, if it isn't the raging slut herself, Miss Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
Mr. Bone, I heard you're a fan.
Daddy Bone
More so than I usually am of the weaker gender, yes.
She turns to look at the television.
Priscilla Kelly
You enjoying this?
Daddy Bone
I am it's quite a jovial experienc-
Priscilla swings the hammer in her hand at the television, shattering it completely. The TV sparks for a few moments, before it shuts off completely. She lets the hammer clatter to the floor at her feet, before locking eyes with Nigel.
Priscilla Kelly
Tough shit.
Daddy Bone
You, my dear, are one of the nastiest, most horrific, disgusting, awful, and atrocious human beings I have ever set my eye sockets upon…
And then, a grin.
Daddy Bone
...you are just fantastic.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm glad we agree.
Priscilla moves over to an old, innocent woman, silently knitting in her chair, before she lifts the chair up and rocks the woman out of it. As the woman screams on the floor, seemingly having broken her hip, Priscilla moves the chair over to face Boneius, before she takes a seat on it.
Priscilla Kelly
Now, I want you to help me.
Daddy Bone
How so?
Priscilla Kelly
We both know your son is a huge disappointment. When I first saw him in the AWF, I thought he may just be a threat close to my level, but god was I wrong. He's barely made a dent, hanging around the mid card whilst he chases that pathetic broad of his. It really is just sad how little your son has lived up to his potential, isn't it?
Daddy Bone
I could not agree more my dear. Oh, it pains me I have a whimpering son like him, and not an awful bitch of a daughter like you.
Priscilla Kelly
Well, allow me to help you out. I've got a little idea that I think will, scoot your son into the right direction.
Daddy Bone
Well that is intriguing.
Priscilla Kelly
Cranston. Give him the bag.
Cranston moves over, handing a bag over into the skeletal hand of Nigel, he peers into the back, and raises an eyebrowless eyebrow. Slowly, out of the bag, he pulls a Tyler Breeze shirt.
Daddy Bone
Tyler Breeze merchandise? What am I doing with all of this? I care nothing for that narcissistic oaf! I do not understand!
Priscilla Kelly
I wouldn't expect you to bone-head. You don't need to understand, you just need to do. Now, put all of it on.
Bone smiles as he throws the shirt over his head, before reaching into the bag to pull out more merchandise. Priscilla aims her phone at his face, and clicks onto the camera.
Priscilla Kelly
And when you're all dressed up, I want us to make a little video.
-
Barron Boneius is layed across his sofa, Annie in his arms, as the pair dip their hands into a bucket of popcorn between the two of them. On the screen plays A Christman Prince, a romcom starring Rose McIver.
Boneius' phone buzzes, and he sighs before ignoring it. It buzzes again, and as Annie shoots him a little look, he ashamedly tries to stuff the phone under a pillow as to mask the noise. It goes off again though, and again, and Annie sighs before looking up at her husband.
Annie
Can you put it on silent please honey?
Barron Boneius
I'm sorry, yes, yes I shall.
Boneius grabs his phone, ready to flick it on silent, before he gets an eyeful of the texts being sent to him. They're from Snivley, and read;
'Master! You must see this video!'
'Instagram Master! Now!'
'Master it's going VIRAL!!! You must watch!!!'
Boneius stands up suddenly, shocking Annie, as he flips open his phone.
Annie
Everything alright honey?
Barron Boneius
Pause the flick, deary, Snivley has informed me I must peruse the landscapes of Instagram…
Boneius clicks onto a link sent to him by Snivley, opening up a video posted onto Tyler Breeze's twitter. The caption reads; 'Went to see one of my biggest fans, and can you believe it's the dad of one of my opponents??? Jeez! How sad is that? Check out what he's got to say though, clearly a Breezamaniac!'
The video plays, and Boneius feels his heart in his throat as he watches his father, decked out in Tyler Breeze merchandise, from a t-shirt, to a cap, to sunglasses, to wrist bands… he's covered in the face of Boneius' Elimination Chamber adversary.
Daddy Bone
All you fools and dolts who watch the AWF, yes you, I say enough with supporting my son! How could you cheer and support an imbecile, a putrid moron, a pathetic tapeworm like Barron Boneius when top level competitors like Tyler Breeze exists! I see within Tyler Breeze what I never saw in my own son… a backbone. Integrity. The willingness to do EVIL!
Daddy Bone leans forward in his chair aggressively.
Daddy Bone
My son is nothing by comparison, and I cannot wait to watch Tyler wipe him right out of that Elimination Chamber. If you are listening to this, my boy... you are worthless. You are nothing. You are an embarassement to the family name. You and that whore you parade around with. When Tyler Breeze gets some, he ditches the slut the next day, he doesn't marry them!
Daddy Bone grins.
Daddy Bone
He is the son I always wanted… but never had.
And with that, the video ends, and Boneius stands there in his living room, looking at his phone in silence.
-
Priscilla sits by a computer screen, manned by Gabe, the pair smiling at the results on the screen.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy shit, the views are piling in! It's at a million already?
Gabe
Sure is! Made sure to do a bit of promoting on it, really bank on that public humiliation on top of everything else. Breeze's bank details are already hooked up to his account too so, no extra cost for us.
Priscilla Kelly
Perfect Gabe, you tech savvy fuck. This is why in Hollywood, they always have a hacker.
Gabe
It was way easier to get into Tyler Breeze's account than you think. His password was 'iamgorgeous'... it was like my third guess, I didn't even need to do any tech shit really.
Bill Buttertoes moves into the room, a smile on his face. Priscilla turns to him.
Priscilla Kelly
Buttertoes, tell me it's worked?
Bill Buttertoes
It has. Breeze's WiFi is out, he ain't spotting that insta post… not til it's too late.
Priscilla Kelly
Perfect.
Priscilla pulls out a little list filled with six names. At the top of it, sits the name Tyler Breeze, which she puts a big line through with her ink pen, before tapping the name below it, Barron Boneius. She grins.
Priscilla Kelly
I ain't done with you yet, Boneman.
Priscilla pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a quick drag. As she puffs out, she turns to look down at her resident hacker.
Priscilla Kelly
Gabe… let's fuck over that Skeleton a bit more, shall we?
-
Priscilla splutters suddenly as she awakens, she's found herself no longer in the alley way, lying next to the metal dumpster she slammed into during that escape from the rampant SUV, but instead, in a small room, layed in a little cozy single bed. She looks around at the rotted yellow walls, at the rather cheap looking furniture, and finally at a small wooden chair sat facing the bed, absent of anyone, but with her black coat layed over it.
She sits up slowly, looking at the cuts and bruises swimming down her arms, all the way up to her neck, and notices quite a few of them now covered in plasters. She clutches her head suddenly as a nasty headache pushes it's way through, and she lets herself lay back down onto the pillow.
She's confused, not having a clue what lead her to getting her.
But boy is she comfy.
She's not felt the comfort of a bed in… god, so long.
Despite her slight fear, she lets herself lay back in the comfort of the bed, wrapping herself in the blissful comfort of the quilt, head pressed against the lush soft pillow. She lets out a little grin, and looks ready to fall asleep once more.
Until suddenly, she hears the door to the room creak open.
Priscilla shoots up suddenly, sitting up, eyes wide, glaring at the man who walks slowly into the room. A young adult, one who she doesn't recognise, and he looks up before locking eyes with her.
Young Adult
Oh! You're awake!
Priscilla Kelly
Who are you?
Young Adult
It's alright! Stay calm! I'm here to help!
Priscilla Kelly
Where am I!?
Young Adult
Ron! She's awake!!!
Priscilla Kelly
Ron!? I don't know a Ron!!! Who's that!? What's going on!?
Into the room, bursts a familiar face, an all too familiar face. Priscilla is met yet again by the sight of R-Truth, Ron Killings. Thoughts swim in her head for a few moments, before the memory of seeing him just before she passed out before re-emerges.
Priscilla Kelly
R-Truth!? Wait am I dead!? What's going on?
Ron Killings
This girl thinks I'm some angel of death or something.
Killings moves slowly over to the bed.
Ron Killings
Hey, you said that uhh- you didn't want to go to a hospital. So I thought I'd run you by Benji, my doctor, his apartment was close by.
The young adult, Benji, waves.
Benji
You're okay, you just took a bad bump. You need rest though. I'll let you get some.
Benji smiles before moving out of the room. Ron turns to look sincerely at Priscilla.
Ron Killings
I'm sorry about what happened… S2 can get funny about his Burger King orders.
Priscilla Kelly
That's okay… wait are you R-Truth?
Ron laughs.
Ron Killings
The very same.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy shit. You're cool dude. I can't believe I nearly got run over by R fucking Truth!
Ron Killings
Yeah, let's avoid that getting out though, right?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh, yeah… sure.
Ron Killings
And you are?
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! My name's Priscilla. Priscilla Kelly.
Ron Killings
Alright, well Priscilla, Benji has let you rest here a little so, if you want me to shut up so you can sleep, I get it! Just, let me know and I'll get out of your hair-
Priscilla Kelly
No! No don't worry about it! It's sorta cool talking to you… I don't really… get much company. Let alone the company of famous wrestlers.
Ron smiles, before suddenly he looks as though a thought re-emerges to his head. He reaches behind him, grabbing a Burger King bag, and sitting it on Priscilla's lap.
Ron Killings
There you go! Managed to convince S2 to give you some of his triple whoppers.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy fuck yes! Thank you!
Priscilla reaches into the bag hectically, barely ripping the whopper out of it's wrapper before sinking her teeth into it. After taking a bite and swallowing, Priscilla lets out a little moan of ecstacy, closing her eyes serenely as she looks to be in heaven. Ron notes this very over the top reaction, and suddenly a certain thought comes to mind.
Ron Killings
Do you not live anywhere Priscilla?
Priscilla looks up at Killings, her mouth full of burger.
Priscilla Kelly
Umm… not quite…
Ron Killings
You're awful young to be homeless.
Priscilla Kelly
Well… it's sorta better than the home I had.
Priscilla takes another bite of the whopper, already she's almost halfway through. Ron nods slowly, he knows better than to ask details.
Ron Killings
I don't think I can let a girl your age go back onto the streets…
Priscilla stops eating in that second. She looks up at Truth through her wide eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
You can't send me back to them R-Truth… I mean it! You can't! I didn't brave the streets for six months to go back there!
Ron looks at her, before sighing. He nods again.
Ron Killings
Okay. I don't know your situation so… I can't really-
Priscilla Kelly
I would rather be on the streets for the rest of my life than go back there R-Truth! I mean it! I'm not going back to my fucking mum! Or my dad! Or Jimmy Smith! They're awful R-Truth! Awful!
Ron Killings
Priscilla… call me Ron.
Priscilla Kelly
Okay… they're awful Ron! Awful!
Ron Killings
Alright! Alright! I get it. Awful.
Ron puts his head in his hands.
Ron Killings
Alright then, once you're done resting here… you can stay with me.
Priscilla Kelly
Really!? I can stay at yours!?
Ron Killings
Just for now, just until we figure something else out.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh my god! Thank you R-Truth- Ron! Thank you!!!
Priscilla leans forwards and hugs Killings. He awkwardly hugs her back.
Ron Killings
And no telling anyone! I do not want people knowing I've let a random teenage girl from the streets stay at my house… especially not if they get a look at you. That is a hard one to explain your way out of.
Ron tries to pull out of the hug, but Priscilla stays latched on to him.
Priscilla Kelly
I won't say a thing Ron! Thank you so much! Thank you!
Ron finally wriggles his way out of the hug, before he smiles at Priscilla.
Ron Killings
It's fine Priscilla, it really is. Anyway, get some rest… oh and a shower. Not to sound mean, but god you stink.
Priscilla laughs, as does Ron, before he ruffles up her hair. She grins at him, before he gets to his feet, and moves out of the room. Priscilla just lays in the bed, almost in disbelief at the situation that has presented itself to her. She eyes the burger in front of her, the triple whopper, almost refusing to believe it's real.
But as she sinks her teeth into it once more, the wonderful taste confirms that it is. Ketchup spills down her chin, and upon seeing her reflection in a small mirror on the window-ledge, she starts to laugh.
This may be it.
The end of the horror.
She'd found it…
...and she wasn't letting go.
