Post by Priscilla Kelly on Jul 24, 2020 21:46:21 GMT -5
Chris DeAngelo sits in his house, looking wiped out as he sprawls across his couch, neck brace wrapped tightly, crack pipe in hand. As he goes to light it, he suddenly hears a knock at his door, and as he looks at his watch, he grins.
He knows who it will be.
Moving past his bordered up windows, he's at his door in seconds, opening it up to reveal a very beautiful pasty white woman, but quite young looking woman, small in stature and cute in face. This is Beatrice.
Beatrice
You ready for your appointment, Mr. DeAngelo.
Chris DeAngelo
Ooh boy am I!
An excited Chris stands to one side as he ushers her in.
Chris DeAngelo
In you come Beatrice.
Beatrice
Payment up front again please.
Chris pulls $500 out of his pocket and hands it to Beatrice, who checks over it whilst DeAngelo clickly closes the door. Beatrice smiles, before putting the money into her pocket, and out of a small bag, pulls out a purple wig, and a black masquerade mask.
Beatrice
Let me just get set up in your room, and then we can get started, Mr. DeAngelo.
Chris DeAngelo
Oh fuck yeah!
CUT TO
Moaning and screaming from DeAngelo's bedroom, sounds of ecstacy and orgasm coming from behind his closed door. We hear DeAngelo crying out over and over again, gasping for air.
Chris DeAngelo
Oh Sp!t! Oh fuck yeah! Oh Sp!t! Take it you little fucking slut! Take it!
Beatrice
Oh yes Daddy DeAngelo! Fill my little hole!
Chris DeAngelo
Oh I will you stupid little fucking slut! Oh fuck yeah!
Beatrice
Will I get my job back in PWD now Daddy!?
Chris DeAngelo
Sure will if you keep up like this! Oh yeah! Oh Sp!t! AAAAAAARRRRUUUUGGGHHHAHAAAAHAAAAAA!!!!!!
Beatrice
What the fuck did you cum already!?
Chris DeAngelo
No! Oh my neck!!! Oh my fucking neck!!!! Oh fucking god!!!
In the room now, and DeAngelo has tumbled off of Beatrice, who is dressed up to look exactly like Priscilla's character at the age of 14, Sp!t. She sits on the end of the bed, looking over at DeAngelo, before her phone pings. She looks down at it, to see a text. Chris meanwhile clutches at his neck brace, gritting his teeth in pain.
Chris DeAngelo
Stevie Ray you mother fucker!!!
DeAngelo rolls around on the bed, before coming to a still, trying to soothe his neck the best he can, as he takes a few deep breaths. Once he's happy, and the pain has subsided, he smiles, before sitting back up.
Chris DeAngelo
Where were we?
But Beatrice isn't there. Chris looks at the room around him, confused, before suddenly, he hears a click from down the hall, and then his front door open.
Chris DeAngelo
Hey what the fuck!?! Where are you going!?!? Beatrice!!!
He hears footsteps emerging from down the hall, and suddenly gulps, confused and scared. A voice rings out, a familiar voice.
? ? ?
Don't worry Chrissy-baby, your little pretend Priscilla is still here.
And suddenly, at the doorway, emerges Priscilla Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
But now so is the real thing.
DeAngelo gulps, as he spots an evil glint in the eye of Priscilla as she slowly moves into the room, with S2 following her inside, alongside Beatrice.
S2
'Sup Chris.
DeAngelo looks up at Beatrice, betrayed.
Chris DeAngelo
What the fu- you're working for her!?
Beatrice
As of lately yeah. Should see the money she gave me.
Chris DeAngelo
And does- have you told her about our… appointments?
Priscilla Kelly
Relax Chris. You hardly ever made your feelings towards me subtle. The fact that you were up to something like this was not hard for me to figure out… I pretty much knew already.
Priscilla moves over to DeAngelo's shelf, and smiles as she grabs a hidden camera.
Priscilla Kelly
But the world doesn't know.
She turns to DeAngelo and shows it to him with a grin. DeAngelo's expression drops, his heart in his mouth.
Priscilla Kelly
Wonder how they'll react. Beatrice set up this camera here and… wow. It must've caught, everything.
Chris DeAngelo
No… no! You can't show anyone that! Priscilla… please! Don't! Everyone would think I'm a-
Priscilla Kelly
A what?
Chris stops talking. He goes silent, his face pasty white.
Priscilla Kelly
No one has to see it Chris. No one. But there's a few conditions with that deal, and those conditions are… you make some things happen for me in the AWF.
Chris nods hectically.
Chris DeAngelo
Yeah sure! Alright!
Priscilla nods slowly, a small and content smile on her face. She brings out of her pocket her little list of names, two of which are now crossed off. With her marker pen, she crosses off the third name, Chris DeAngelo, before she crumples the list back up, and places it back in her pocket.
Priscilla slowly struts over to the bed, before sitting down next to the naked and shaking DeAngelo. She makes eye contact with him, before grabbing the Sp!t masquerade mask, and lifting up to her eyes with a grin.
Priscilla Kelly
So let's start with this… how about, as a favour for your dear little Sp!t…
She leans in.
Priscilla Kelly
You make it so I enter that Chamber last.
-
A young 14 year old Priscilla almost feels herself lost in the comfortable velvets of the bright orange armchair set up for her by Ron Killings, with a direct view of the practice ring that Killings uses in that very moment. As Priscilla scoffs a bowl of warm porridge down her, she watches Ron as he ducks and weaves around S2, moving like only he can in the ring. He's so, so impressive. S2 can barely keep up with him.
She looks around the little gym around them, seeing a level of luxury that she could barely even imagine. It was alien to her, the idea of having this much money, enough to set up a gym in your own house. She shook her head… god, what she'd do if she had this much money… she'd like to think she'd spend it wisely, but she really wasn't sure she'd be able to.
As Priscilla scrapes up the last bits of porridge from the bottom of the bowl, she notices Killings moving towards her. He wipes his head with a small towel, before coming to a standstill before her, smile on face.
Priscilla Kelly
Helloooooo.
Ron Killings
Hey there doll, you look comfortable.
Priscilla Kelly
I am. This beats the pavement.
Priscilla lets herself slide back in the chair, rubbing up against the soft velvets, eyes closed in bliss.
Ron Killings
Sure it beats that mat too.
Priscilla smiles, before looking over at the ring. An exhausted S2 moves over to the turnbuckle and leans on it. Priscilla narrows her eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
You know, I kinda wanna feel that mat I think.
Ron Killings
Oh you do!?
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah! I think I've always sorta wanted to. It's always felt so far away from what I've ever been able to accomplish… I never ever imagined I could ever be like you, or The Rock, or Kane.
Ron Killings
Kane?
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah I love Kane. Remember when he set Jim Ross on fire!
Ron Killings
I mean it's not exactly the highlight of his career but it's far from the worst he's done either…
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah lot of… lot of rape…
Ron Killings
Way too much… poor Glenn…
Priscilla Kelly
But anyway- yeah! I think… I've sorta been lounging around your house for a few weeks now, doing nothing, and I just think it's time I did do something you know! I can't just, live here doing nothing forever! And I think that the ring… it's sorta calling out to me right now. I think wrestling could be the something I do, y'know!
Ron Killings
Alright. Well well Miss Pris, let's get you into some pads then!
Priscilla smiles, before then she gulps. She places down the empty bowl and gets to her feet, following Killings as he ushers her over to the ring. Priscilla looks up at it, a real wrestling ring there, one she's about to step into. She almost couldn't believe it. She's about to step into a wrestling ring with none other than R-Truth.
S2 moves over to the ropes and eyes up the pair.
S2
What's she doing?
Ron Killings
She's getting in the ring.
S2
You kidding me?
Ron Killings
Nah dawg. Little Priscilla Kelly here is gonna become a wrestler.
Ron turns to Priscilla and gives her a smile, which she returns. Priscilla Kelly, a wrestler. That idea filled her with a warm glow. She loved the sound of it.
-
In his small apartment, Dyno-Mike sits on his sofa, giggling to himself as he watches Tom & Jerry on the television. Tom pulls a cigar, seemingly out of nowhere, taking a puff as he attempts to impress a female cat. As he eyeballs her, clearly distracted, Jerry swaps the cigar out right from beneath his eyes, placing a stick of lit dynamite there instead. Mike chuckles, sitting forwards in his chair in anticipation of what's going to happen next…
The dynamite goes off, and Mike roars with laughter, as the puff of smoke subsides and reveals a very blackened Tom, covered in sut. As Mike roars with laughter, his phone begins to buzz.
An unknown number.
Mike gulps, as he answers, putting on speaker as he holds the phone in front of him. On the other end of the phone, speaks a familiar but mysterious voice.
Unknown
24 seconds Michael.
Dyno-Mike
What?
Unknown
24 seconds. That's how long you lasted in your match last week.
Michael drops his phone on the sofa, as he gets to his feet, beginning to pace the room.
Dyno-Mike
Yeah well I was ambushed and pepper-sprayed!
Unknown
You shouldn't be getting ambushed Michael. You shouldn't be brought to your knees so easily by two simple-minded idiots like you were. Does your mother need paying another visit?
Dyno-Mike
Listen… I've been doing good! I've blinded one dude, beat the tar out of another, I've even got myself in that Elimination Chamber where I can just make a mess of 5 guys at once! Cut me some slack here!
Unknown
And make a mess of them you will, Michael. If anyone makes it out of that Chamber alive, you're in trouble. We sent you to the AWF with one purpose, to take every man and woman there out of commission. To cause injury, and destruction… to bring that entire federation down.
Dyno-Mike
I will! I promise I will!
Unknown
Time's ticking Michael. Do your fucking job.
And with that, the call ends. Mike remains stood there, blowing out a big puff of air, as his hands go to his face quickly. As he shakes his hand, putting his hands on his hips, he moves over and grabs his phone from the sofa, utterly unaware that, just between the crack of the pillows, sits a listening device.
From back in Priscilla's mansion, at his computer, Gabe pulls off his headset and smiles, before turning to a worker next to him.
Gabe
Hey, go get Mistress Kelly… I just got something fucking juicy.
-
Priscilla crashes into the mat hard, back first. She lets out a loud proclamation of pain, as she looks up at the smiling face of one Ron Killings, and the shaking head of S2.
Ron Killings
You're getting there.
Priscilla Kelly
Am I? It feels like I'm making no progress…
Ron Killings
Course you are!
Ron extends his hand to the downed Kelly, and she takes it as Ron yanks her to her feet. Over a week has passed since last time, and Priscilla is all geared up, elbow pads, knee pads, shin pads, wrestling boots, adorned in a long black R-Truth t-shirt with the arms cut off.
Ron Killings
You're becoming a wrestler before my very eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
Should I not have progressed more than this in a week?
Ron Killings
Prissy-Cat! You are progressing faster than most new students I've seen! You're in a solo class! You've never done this! You have no one to compare yourself to! Just relax girl.
Priscilla Kelly
Alright…
Ron Killings
Except don't! Tense up! We're going again!
Priscilla Kelly
Oh shit!
Ron jumps at Priscilla and shoves her off the ropes, she bounds off of them, heading right back for Killings who's on his belly in seconds! Priscilla jumps over him, before charging off the ropes opposite, ready to tackle Ron's legs out from under him as he gets to his feet. Priscilla lunges!
But Ron leapfrogs her! Priscilla crashes to the mat and rolls across it, coming to a still at S2's feet.
S2
Where was that speed you used to steal my whoppers?
Priscilla Kelly
Don't see you winning any foot races, big guy!
S2 is a little taken aback by this, but Ron just laughs as Priscilla dusts herself off and gets to her feet. Ron grins at her.
Ron Killings
I see a little attitude coming through Prissy-Cat! That wasn't there last week.
Priscilla Kelly
I dunno… I think the wrestling's bringing it out?
Ron Killings
Well… let's hope I stay clear of it! Anyway girl, I'll give you another shot. You first this time. Try wipe me out with a lariat.
Priscilla looks confused.
Priscilla Kelly
You want me to just… try and hit you?
Ron Killings
Sure do!
Priscilla Kelly
Okay… but let me tell you wha-
Priscilla bolts at Truth, swinging her arm through the air, aimed right at his chest! The element of surprise though fails her, and Ron hits the splits, James Brown style, completely ducking the attempt! Priscilla twists around, and Killings is on his feet in an instant. He leaps through the air, corkscrewing, before planting a foot across Kelly's own chest, pulling it slightly, but giving it just enough force to bowl her over.
As she clatters into the mat once more, she lays there for a few seconds, before laughing. Killings slides over to her side, and sends a cheeky smile down at her.
Priscilla Kelly
That was fucking awesome. Can you teach me that?
Ron Killings
Maybe one day, I will… but first I gotta teach you to actually connect with a move.
Priscilla Kelly
Touche.
Ron Killings
Alright Prissy-Cat… let's go again.
Priscilla is yanked to her feet, and looking over at her smiling trainer, she's ready to go through the ringer all over again. She preps herself, and lunges!
-
Gabe taps away at his computer, as Priscilla leans over his shoulder, a devilish smirk on her face. As Gabe finishes up his typing, he turns to Priscilla, giving her a nod.
Gabe
Alright, it's set up… god I scoured hours of Hawaii Bone-O and AWF for this… but I think it's pretty good?
Priscilla Kelly
Can we test it first?
Gabe
Sure can, what do you want it to say?
Priscilla Kelly
Uuuhhh- Priscilla Kelly, you are a fucking sick World's Champion! I want to suck your dick!
Gabe gets to typing, before he cracks the enter button with his finger. Suddenly, out of the computer, emanates Barron Boneius' voice.
Barron Boneius Computer Voice
Priscilla Kelly, you are a fucking sick World's Champion! I want to suck your dick!
The voice sounds exactly like him, only slightly robotic, though not enough that you could tell if you weren't looking out for it. Priscilla laughs, shocked at the accuracy, before she rubs Gabe's shoulders. Gabe smiles himself.
Priscilla Kelly
You are getting a fucking pay-rise Gabe you fucking tech mastermind!
Gabe
What can I say, you provide me with the tools Mistress Kelly!
Priscilla Kelly
Alright! Now, make that phone call for me honey, stick to the script.
Gabe
Will do.
-
Mike stands in his kitchen, leaning over his counter, looking down into his reflection in the metal teapot. The reflection on the curved surface makes his head look huge, contorted, ugly. Mike sighs, before looking away from it.
His phone buzzes once more, again from an unknown number, and Mike gulps. He closes his eyes, pressing his head with the palms of his hands. What do they want this time? What can they possibly want?
Reluctantly, he answers.
But the usual mysterious voice does not come through.
Instead, it's the voice of Barron Boneius.
Barron Boneius
Is this Dyno-Mike?
Dyno-Mike
Uhh, yeah?
Barron Boneius
It is me, the Barron Boneius! Your opponent at the Brawl at Yankee Stadium!
Dyno-Mike
Alright, what do you wan-
Barron Boneius
I have been listening in to your phone calls Mike, and found something very interesting. I'm sure Bret Hart would be very interested to hear about your reason for being in the AWF! To destroy everyone involved and completely tear down the federation?
Mike gulps, eyes bulging wide.
Dyno-Mike
How did you hear that!? You've tapped my phone!?
There's a small pause. Mike almost believes he can hear typing for a second.
Barron Boneius
Yes. I did. And this information would be just wonderful to send on to Bret Hart. You'd lose your job. And then, you would not be able to complete your task. From the sounds of it, that would be unfortunate for your dear mother.
Mike swallows.
Dyno-Mike
What do you want?
Another pause.
Barron Boneius
Something very simple. I'm sure you know of our fellow opponent, Big Homunculus.
Dyno-Mike
Yes.
Barron Boneius
And do you know the name of a friend of his, a woman named… Hayley Littleton.
Dyno-Mike
Yes.
Barron Boneius
Then Mike… I'd like you to pay her a little visit.
Back in her mansion, Priscilla grins as Gabe turns from his computer, giving her a thumbs up. Priscilla turns around, lifting up her lift to her face.
With her marker, she crosses off Barron Boneius. Four more names remain.
Chris DeAngelo
Dyno-Mike.
Big Homunculus.
and Orange Cassidy.
-
Popcorn tumbles off of Priscilla's lips, bouncing down her front before being lost down the cracks of Killings' velvet sofa. She looks up at him to see if he noticed, but he doesn't, as his eyes rest eagerly on the film before them. On the gigantic television, at the front of the room, plays Kick-Ass, and it's movie night at the Killings household.
At this very moment, Hit Girl is spinning around an office, fighting against movie villain Frank D'Amico. Priscilla's eyes are lost on the screen, her vision unmoving from everything that Hit Girl does, she winces when she feels pain, grins when Hit Girl gets in her offence. She's totally and entirely enthralled.
Suddenly, Hit Girl is thrown the air by Frank, cartwheeling, before she slams down hard through a desk-table.
That moment hits Priscilla like a flash. A memory stings her brain. The image of Jimmy Smith lifting her by the throat, and tossing her down hard onto the bed. Priscilla screams helpless, as Jimmy moves towards her.
Priscilla gulps. She's watching the film again. Frank bends down towards a crying and pained Hit Girl, sending a fist down hard into her face.
Another flash. Jimmy Smith sending a fist into Priscilla's mouth, busting it open and sending her rocking backwards into the bed.
Hit Girl lays, looking up through fuzzy eyes at the evil face of Frank D'Amico. He sends another strike down at her head.
Jimmy Smith does the same to Priscilla, having climbed on top of her, sending her still with a punch to the nose.
Priscilla looks down from the film, scrunching up her nose, shaking her head slightly. R-Truth is too enthralled in the film to notice the emotions running through his protege in that second, as she struggles to even keep her eyes on the screen.
D'Amico walks over to his gun and picks it up, moving back over to Hit Girl, and, upon cocking the pistol, points it at her head.
Frank D'Amico
Time for a family reunion.
Priscilla's heart is in her throat, her wide blue eyes almost as wide as Hit Girl's green ones… until…
Kick-Ass
Hey.
D'Amico turns, and there stands Kick-Ass, bazooka in hand.
Kick-Ass
Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Frank twists quickly with his gun in hand, but it's too late. Kick-Ass fires the Bazooka, and Frank is thrown out of the window by the missle, soaring into the sky, before he's obliterated in a fiery explosion.
Priscilla jumps to her feet in that instant.
Priscilla Kelly
YES!!! YESSS!!! FUCK YOU JIMMY!!! FUCK YOU!!!
Ron looks quite taken aback.
Ron Killings
I thought he was called Frank?
Priscilla Kelly
Uuughh… Yeah! He was! I just- yeah! How awesome was that though! Fucking bye bye Ji- Frank!
Ron Killings
Was cool. No better way to take out the villain than with a big ass explosion.
Killings smiles to himself, before he gets a text on his phone. Priscilla sits back down, those words stirring in her head. She looks back up at the screen and grins.
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah. You're right.
Ron Killings
Oh yes! Oh hell yeah!!!
It's Priscilla's turn to be taken aback this time, as Killings jumps to his feet, fist pumping the air, looking down at his phone. She raises an eyebrow, as she waves at him to get his attention.
Priscilla Kelly
Everything alright Ron?
Ron Killings
Everything alright! It's better than alright Prissy-Cat… it's… lemme tell ya!
Ron pauses the film quickly, Priscilla looking confused, as Ron moves into the middle of the room.
Ron Killings
So! I have been looking at this little local arena the past few days, me and this dude called Chris, work with him at this wrestling company, we've been trying to get a little wrestling show going! Just a sorta small indy event y'know! Well, we booked the arena! We got it!
Priscilla Kelly
Oh uhh! That's great! That's so awesome Ron! Tell me when it is and I'll come watch!
Ron pauses, his smile just growing bigger as he looks down at Priscilla. She raises an eyebrow.
Priscilla Kelly
What?
Ron Killings
You won't be watching Priscilla. You been training for 2 months now…
Priscilla Kelly
Which is not a lot…
Ron Killings
But which is enough… for a little Academy Trainee Battle Royale we're running! You're in there Priscilla!
Priscilla Kelly
What!?!?
Ron Killings
You're in it! I got you booked! You're gonna be in your first wrestling show!
Priscilla Kelly
Oh my god…
Priscilla stands there for a few moments, almost in disbelief, until suddenly, she breaks into a huge, wide mouthed smile, as she charges Ron and hugs him.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!!
She looks up at Ron, her eyes wide and beady.
Priscilla Kelly
Does this mean I'm like, a proper wrestler now!?
Ron Killings
Sure as hell does! You're gonna rock that Battle Royale Prissy-Cat! You're gonna wipe out every Tom, Dick, and Suzy that steps into that thing!
Priscilla screams, as she hugs Ron even tighter.
Priscilla Kelly
Ron! Thank you so much! Thank you so so soooo much! You're amazing!!!
And then, suddenly, Priscilla starts to cry. She openly and loudly weeps, falling onto the sofa, as Ron suddenly becomes worried.
Ron Killings
Everything alright!? What happened? You stub your toe? I don't know how you could've I was holding you the whole time, but did you?
Priscilla Kelly
No Ron…
Priscilla continues to cry, her wet eyes looking at Ron.
Priscilla Kelly
I can't remember feeling this happy.
Ron pauses on this for a few moments, before leaning in and embracing Priscilla once more. The pair hug each other tightly, Priscilla resting her head on his shoulder. As she sat there, hugging Ron, she realised just how much love and affection she felt in her heart for this man. He'd brought her more happiness in these last 2 months than she'd ever felt in the rest of her life.
Ron pulls out of the hug slightly, and with a finger, wipes her tears away. He smiles at her.
Ron Killings
You're gonna have to start thinking of a gimmick, and a ring name too.
Priscilla nods, before looking over Ron's shoulder at the screen. The film is paused on none other than the brilliant, fiery youngster, the purple haired, black masked, Hit Girl.
Priscilla Kelly
I think I have an idea.
-
It's the middle of the night, and in the Littleton household, in a rather large double bed, lay two rather small individuals, fast asleep. Hands intertwined with one another romantically, are Gordon, and Hayley Littleton. Her hair is ruffled, a bit of drool sidling over her lip, looking serene and peaceful as she sleeps.
But the peace is broken, as suddenly, the bedroom light is switched on.
She scrunches up her face, trying to open her eyes, but being blinded by the sudden switch from black to light. She puts her forearm up to her eyes, and gasps, sitting up irritably.
Hayley Littleton
Gordon… what are you doing!?
Gordon
Me!? I thought it was you.
And as Hayley sits up, she looks next to her in bed, to see Gordon still lays next to her, him too with his hand to his eyes, rubbing them. The pair meet eyes for a moment, before suddenly they're hit by worry.
Their eyes shoot up to where the light switch is.
And there stands… Dyno-Mike.
Gordon
What're you doing in our house!? Get out! Now!
Mike moves forwards, not looking intense and brutal as he does usually, instead looking quite timid, worried, reluctant. He swallows, as he etches closer and closer to Hayley.
Gordon is up now, throwing the covers off of himself, revealing a quite muscled and toned dwarven body.
Gordon
I won't tell you again! Back off!
Mike though, carries on moving, and Gordon lunges at him. Mike expects it though, catching Gordon mid-air, before sending him careening into the mirror across the room! It shatters as Gordon clatters into spine first, before going still and unconscious as he meets the wooden floor below.
Hayley is up now, screaming, as she backs into the corner of the room. Mike slowly ambles towards her, barely able to make eye contact with her, just walking slowly, getting closer and closer. Hayley screams.
Hayley Littleton
What do you want!?! Please!!! Stop!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!! DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEASE!!!!
Mike reaches out with a hand, and presses it around Hayley's throat. She gasps and splutters, as Mike lifts her up to a standing position. Mike still can't look at her, as he flicks his hand into his jacket pocket, and brings out a cigar, placing it between his lips. Slowly, he follows up by pressing against it his lighter, igniting the cigar.
He takes a small, unenthusiastic puff, before with his free hand, takes it out of his mouth slowly. Hayley's wide eyes rest on the cigar, her face pasty white, she's batting at Mike's arm with all her might but it's no use. She's terrified. Utterly terrified.
Mike looks over at her slowly, before he gulps.
Dyno-Mike
I'm sorry.
And with that, Hayley can do nothing, as Mike presses the lit cigar hard against her forehead.
The whole street can hear Hayley's agonised screams, especially Bill Buttertoes, who sits in a parked car down the end of the road. He swallows, his own face quite white, clearly disturbed by what he's seen. He takes out his phone, and sends to Priscilla a text, reading; 'It's done.'
-
Priscilla is sat at her desk in her Office, where she reads the text, and smiles as she pulls out her pen, and crosses out the next two names on her list; Dyno-Mike, and Big Homunculus. She looks down from her desk, where under her table, lays Prince Albert on his belly, licking Priscilla's bare feet.
Priscilla Kelly
God, I'm a genius. This is going off perfect. Everyone hates each other. Boneius hates Breeze, Mike hates Boneius, Homunculus hates Mike, and those guys are just gonna knock ten bells out of each other until there's likely only one of them left… and then I enter in last, and pick up the scraps.
Albert stops licking Priscilla's foot for a second, before he sighs and slowly looks up at her.
Prince Albert
Aren't you forgetting someone?
Priscilla doesn't act dumb. She looks over at her list of names, all scratched off but one… Orange Cassidy. She shakes her head.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm not forgetting him doggy… I'm just-
Prince Albert
Don't let him in your head Mistress Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
Did I say you could stop licking Doggy!?!!
Albert shakes his head, before continuing to move his tongue between Priscilla's toes. Kelly looks irritated by this little comment, looking down at her list of names, at the unscratched off name of Orange Cassidy.
Priscilla Kelly
He's not in my head! I have taken him out of my head! He got the better of me once Doggy, and I have learned, and I am not letting it happen again! I don't need some elaborate plan with him, I just need to be on my toes and I'll… I'll be fine!
Priscilla watches as Albert keeps licking her feet, purposely not attempting to look up at her. Kelly sighs, she's not even sure she convinced herself there. She looks over at the list of names, at Orange's uncrossed off name. She never even had a plan for him, she's not sure why she even wrote it down. Regardless, she angrily crumples up the piece of paper, before tossing it across the room.
Priscilla Kelly
I'll admit, I like him, a lot, but he falls a hell of a lot short of how much I like myself. I learned long ago that I am number one in my own life. It's about me, not anyone else, me! Me first! Always! And that's how I'm Champion, and that's how I'm staying Champion when it comes to that Chamber, Doggy!
Albert still doesn't look at her, and it makes her sigh. She kicks him off of her, catching him nastily in the gum, prompting him to finally meet her eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
Fuck off will you!? I want time to myself!
Albert nods slowly, before he's up and moving out of her room. Priscilla watches him go, before looking down at her desk, and bring her hands to her head. She could speak the words all she wanted, but she really needed to make sure they were true. She knew she could not let Cassidy enter her mind, or she'd end up exactly as she did in that Handicap Match the week prior.
That loss wasn't just a loss. It was a first step back down the ladder, it was a wrong turn that would begin the process of unravelling all of her progress and work to get to where she was now. The enticing eyes of Orange Cassidy, his comforting embrace, the warm glow it gave Priscilla to be in his company like she'd never felt before…
It was all a pleasure she just couldn't afford to partake in.
She remembered the pain of her past life, she remembered where she was when she let herself care for and be ruled by others. She remembered the abuse, the pain, the misery. It was no coincidence that the moment she started to let someone into her life like she had with Orange, suddenly her success was being undermined. Suddenly she felt herself drifting back closer to those moments of misfortune.
So much as it pained her, she just couldn't risk it.
She needed to scrub her mind clean of Orange Cassidy.
She catches her reflection, and spots her orange hair. The hair she dyed for him. She inhales deeply, before slowly looking down at her desk drawer…
...inside of which, is a pair of scissors.
She picks them up quickly, lifting them up and aiming them at a sizey chunk of her hair. She looks at herself, and at the blades trapping the orange locks within. She begins to breath heavily. If she really wants to scrub Orange from her mind… she should start here.
She looks at the scissors, almost willing them to snap closed with her eyes.
But her hand just doesn't do it. She can't bring herself to do the action.
She lets the scissors clatter to the floor, as she looks up at her orange haired reflection. She shakes her head, before it meets the desk before her. She sits there, head buried, mind swimming with thoughts of her Aviator wearing Chamber opponent.
How does she forget him? How?
And as she sits up, leaning back in her chair, she spots her pot of red ink, quill layed next to it. She takes a deep breath, as she leans over, and grabs some letter paper, before dabbing her quill in the red ink, and beginning to write.
Maybe it's time for her secret pen-pal to receive a new letter.
