Post by Priscilla Kelly on Aug 2, 2020 17:50:24 GMT -5
- Right after the Main Event of the Brawl at Yankee Stadium -
Alaric lays across the bench in Priscilla's private locker room, bloodied and beaten. He holds at his legs and his spine, stiff as a board, and grunts in pain as he tries to move them. With him, sits a rather concerned looking Bill Buttertoes, offering Alaric water. After a gulp, Alaric sighs.
Alaric
I can't believe I tapped. I tapped to that man. I feel so wrong.
Bill
Pain's pain buddy-boy! If you didn't tap, your spine might be broken, I think that's a little worse.
Alaric
But I would've not given Barron Boneius the satisfaction of watching me give up.
Bill
That may be true but listen buddy-boy, Boneius didn't make it through that thing either! And you can't deny that the damage you did to helped Priscilla take him out.
Alaric mulls on these words a few moments, and a small smile emerges onto his face.
Alaric
Yes… you're right. I helped eliminate him.
Bill
And you didn't just help anyone eliminate him… you helped Priscilla eliminate him!
Alaric nods, he seems cheered up slightly by this.
Alaric
I am glad she won. If it could not be me, of course, it should be her. She is… amazing.
Bill gives a forced smile, and nods slowly.
Bill
Uhh… yeah. She is, isn't she. I think sometimes you just… don't always see it.
Alaric
Huh?
In that moment, the door to the room bursts open, and in moves the big and ever-awful S2, a big grin on his face as he points behind him.
S2
Here she is boys, still your champ!
And into the room, struts Priscilla Kelly, AWF World's Championship held high above her head, gleeming smile on her face, though blood runs from multiple cuts and burst bruises spread across her body. Despite this, she refuses aid, standing on her lonesome. A beaten Prince Albert moves in behind her, tissues pressed to a bloody nose. All eyes turn to Priscilla.
Priscilla Kelly
I told you boys, don't doubt me for a second. I was always coming out of that Chamber with this. I wasn't getting stopped by no Dyno-Mike. No Barron Boneius. No Big Homunculus… no Orange Cassidy.
Priscilla turns to Alaric.
Priscilla Kelly
And you, Ally baby…
Priscilla moves over to Alaric, softly caresses his head, and then leans in and kisses him softly on the forehead.
Priscilla Kelly
You were amazing. Thank you.
Alaric
I went out first.
Priscilla Kelly
I don't care. You left every man in that Chamber in pieces for when I finally came in. You really showed just how much you are the better brother.
Alaric's cheeks glow. His mind drifts to Kolotov for a second with that remark, he wondered what his brother was thinking in this moment. It didn't matter he supposed. As Alaric lays back down on the bench, a proud smile on his face, the battered Prince Albert watches him from the doorway. Albert's eyes shift up to Priscilla, who doesn't even look in his direction.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm getting in the shower. I know I'd usually let one of you boys join me, but I need softer hands today.
And with that, Priscilla slowly places her belt down on the bench, as she moves off to get washed, still with no words of appreciation sent in the way of Prince Albert. A sigh escapes the mouth of the Prince, before he shakes his head and moves out of the doorway, his back turned to the locker room as he begins to walk. S2 notices, and slowly moves out after him.
S2
'Ey! Bloom! Where you think you're going?
Prince Albert
How does that concern you?
S2
Think Priscilla might wanna know.
Prince Albert
She won't even notice I'm gone.
Albert turns to walk again, until S2 responds quickly.
S2
Aw! Is that it? You feeling left out? Did Doggy wanna shower with his momma?
Albert turns on his heel suddenly and moves towards S2, before grabbing a handful of S2's shirt.
Prince Albert
Watch it fatso.
S2
You try it Bloom, see where it gets ya'.
Prince Albert
Think I'm scared of you?
S2
I think you're scared of Priscilla, and you know how mad it'll make her if you take a shot at your tag partner.
Prince Albert
Tag partner huh? Yeah… you can shove Avulsion up your ass.
S2
What!?
Albert turns on his heel, and starts moving away from an irritated S2.
S2
What you talking about!?
Prince Albert
Me and you, we're finished. I don't give a rats ass what Priscilla has to say about that, I'd rather face whatever she has to throw at me than work another match with your stupid fat fucking ass.
And with that, Albert is gone, path set for far away from S2. The Whopper Personified just stands rooted to the spot, watching Albert go, a look of bewilderment on his face.
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Back in the private locker room, past all of the hired goons, in the shower, stands Priscilla Kelly. The water droplets of the shower wash the blood from her open cuts to her feet, where her hands clutch at her throbbing head. That win came at a cost… and not just to her body.
She thinks about Orange Cassidy, layed out on the mat. She remembers the feeling of his jaw slamming hard against her boot. She winces. She loved dishing out pain, but this once, she certainly had not.
Hurting Orange had hurt Priscilla.
But she'd made her choice. It was between him and herself. And she'd chose herself. She'd chose the AWF World's Championship.
And that had been the right decision…
...right?
In that moment, she scrunched her eyes closed, imagining herself with the Championship belt held high, standing tall above the masses, above her fallen opponents. She was on top of the world. The thought brings a smile to her face.
But the image of her stood there, on top of the world… suddenly feels different to Priscilla. This image that always brought her joy, this end goal that she'd finally achieved, this portrait of her success…
...had something missing.
Priscilla saw herself there, title in hand, all by her lonesome.
And felt sad.
She imagined herself then being held from behind, a body up against hers in the shower, intimate hands cupping her. The inviting musk of the familiar. She smiled involuntarily, euphoria washing over her, as she hugged herself tightly, imagining the warm comfort of he who's embrace she in that moment so desired to be in.
She turned her head, seeing the face of Orange Cassidy, and happiness washed over her in it's own shower.
But in the blink of an eye, this image of him was gone.
She stood silently, the water droplets beating off of her bright orange head, and spattering to the ground. She sighed, and leant against the wall, her head pressed against it.
Orange wasn't there.
Priscilla was alone.
-
Later that night, in the living room of her mansion, Priscilla sits with her goons, watching a replay of the Elimination Chamber on television. She holds her Championship belt close, the golden glow brightening up her chin, but her piercing blue eyes are glazed, distant. S2 looks over at Priscilla from the adjacent sofa, and clears his throat before leaning over.
S2
Hey Pris… umm- so, Alby has said he doesn't want to be in Avulsion anymore. So I was thinking you could maybe get him to buck his ideas-
Priscilla Kelly
Okay then. Find someone else.
S2
Oh… what?
Priscilla Kelly
Well if he doesn't want to be in it, that's his choice S2. You're not going to find success if his heart isn't in it. I've got a whole payroll of guys, find someone else.
Priscilla hasn't even turned to look at S2, her eyes still glazed, as they rest lazily on the screen as Orange Cassidy and Big Homunculus fight. S2 looks a little shocked, before leaning back slowly in his chair.
S2
Oh umm… alright.
He looks annoyed, but knows there isn't much he can do. Priscilla watches as Orange stands by his lonesome in the ring, not expecting her to come up behind him and finish him off with an Eat Defeat. Priscilla shuts her eyes in that instant, unable to watch the impact.
She hears the 3 count.
And then opens her eyes up again, to watch herself kiss his cheek. She can feel it then on her lips, his soft cheek under the grisly stubble.
Her eyes are suddenly looking down at the phone in her hand without her even realising. She can barely stop herself as he moves into her contacts, and opens up her texts to Orange Cassidy.
'What are you doing Priscilla?' she thinks, 'You have found so much success by yourself. Your end goal has always been you, by yourself, exactly as it should be. You do not need a man.'
She gulps.
She didn't need Orange.
But she wanted Orange. So much.
And with that, she types out the text.
'Hey, how about a drink tomorrow?'
And hits send.
