Post by Priscilla Kelly on Aug 25, 2020 18:30:16 GMT -5
Down a dark alleyway in Berlin, moves a rather slow and old looking figure, leather jacket donned and wearing an XL nWo shirt. The figure turns his head to reveal the face of an old, leathery looking Scott Hall, as he shifts over to a nearby wall, and pisses onto it. He lets out a deep sigh, looking up ahead of him at the Max-Schmeling-Halle Arena a few streets away, shining bright with arena lights.
He lets out a grin, his work there for the night is done, splattering that bastard Orange Cassidy across the mat. Shame he wasn't quick enough to cost him his match, but he caused him some sure pain, and that's quite enough. That'll teach him and his friends for messing with DDP.
Scott finishes up his piss, zipping back up, ensuring to avoid catching his dong, as he slowly moves back to his car. Though, sat there at the car, leaning on it, is a rather large, muscular, wide-set man wearing a mask. The figure gives Scott Hall a big, toothy grin, the same grin that has been the final sight of many poor Elephants.
Tusk Baby
Tut tut Scotty boy. You fucked up tonight.
And before the now rather frightened Scott Hall can respond, a huge fist comes crashing down over the back of his head, knocking the wrestling veteran to the concrete where he lays still and silent. Behind him, stands the also masked S2, who gives a grin over to Tusk.
S2
Not how I thought we'd be celebrating our big win.
Tusk Baby
Quicker we get him all taped up, quicker we can go for those drinks.
S2
Too right… Champ.
At this, S2 gives another wide beaming smile, before pulling some duct tape out of his pocket, and stripping off a piece.
---
With only clear skies ahead, Priscilla Kelly's private jet takes off into the air, her whole entourage on board and ready to hit the Netherlands. In the cockpit, Gyles hits a series of buttons, before the reflection of the white sky ahead shines in his eyes, glittering off of the shiny metal insignia on his pilot cap. He sits back in his chair, relaxing, before he presses a button to broadcast his voice to the rest of the passengers on the plane.
Gyles
We're in the sky now guys. Get your seat belts off. Legs stretched out. Time to relax. We'll be hitting the Netherlands in no time at all. Also, a very big congratulations to two of our own, S2 and Tusk Baby, on securing those AWF Tag Team Championships. That's three quarters of the titles… down to you to secure that Provincial belt now Alaric.
Gyles chuckles before letting his finger off of the PA button. He sits back, legs resting on the control panel in front of him.
Gyles
(to himself)
Though I do like the fellow who currently holds it.
S2 and Tusk Baby sit across from one another in very comfortable looking seats, both reclined, as they enjoy mimosas given to them by an air-stewardess. They grab their AWF Tag Team Championship Belts, and high five with them, before sitting back in their chairs, S2 getting a cheeky peek at the ass of the air-stewardess. His eye-line is blocked as he sees walking towards him down the aisle is Priscilla Kelly, and he pushes a smile onto his face as he holds up his belt.
S2
Matching now Prissy-Cat!
Priscilla looks down at the pair, both holding up their Championship Belts. She undoes her own from around her waist and holds it up to them, giving a small smile.
Priscilla Kelly
Good job boys. Let's hope it stays that way.
Tusk Baby
I'm sure you'll beat that Homunculus guy.
Priscilla's face goes a little serious.
Priscilla Kelly
I know I will. I was referring to you.
Priscilla takes this opportunity to move on down the aisle. The looming Prince Albert moves behind her, shooting a glare at S2 as he passes by, who glares right back. Neither break the stare until they're out of each other's eye line, and a thick tension lingers in the air.
Lucas sits next to a sleeping Cranston, who drools into his neck pillow. He looks up from Cranston, down to his own fingers, scrunching them together as he's clearly wracked with stress and nerves. He thinks about his run in with Steve Austin, having opted not to tell Priscilla just yet. He gulps and gives her a small smile as she passes by, before moving his head to look down at his feet again.
Across from him sits a sullen Beefton, his eyes lolled and sad, as he looks down the aisle at Maeve, who sits, legs up, smile on her face. She's texting someone eagerly, named on her phone 'The Admiral', sending plenty of kisses and love heart emojis. It's the happiest Beefton may have seen her since she arrived on the job. With a quiet sigh, he reclines his chair backwards, and looks up at the ceiling.
Bill Buttertoes sits by the window seat, looking out through the white skies around them morosely. In his ears sit earphones, attached to a phone that plays the podcast 'Podcasting for Dummies.' After an especially interesting tip, he pulls an intrigued face, before giving a thumbs up to Alaric who sits across from him.
Alaric gives a distracted thumbs up back, before he returns to looking at his own phone, as he sends another text to Kolotov; 'You on the way to Rotterdam? Didn't see you in Berlin or Budapest.' After he has sent it, he tenses up, a little anxious, trying to quell his nerves as he joins Bill in looking out across the white skies. He's really getting worried about his brother.
Gabe sits playing Fall Guys on his laptop, clearly having used hacks so he can no-clip straight to the crown in Fall Mountain and pick up another win. He looks pleased with himself despite doing nothing of skill to win the game. Across from him, Raz has opened up the latest episode of 'Sax with the Facts', the talk show from Howell Saxon. Priscilla notes this as she walks by.
Priscilla Kelly
More good things about me I hope?
Raz
Just started it so… not sure yet. Probably, though.
Priscilla smiles at him before she moves further down the aisle to her own seat, putting her AWF World's Championship belt onto the chair next to hers, before she gets legged out. She reclines immediately, shutting her eyes as she tries to relax.
Prince Albert sits down across from her, looking at her inquisitively. He clears his throat a little.
Prince Albert
You know… I could've handled Homunculus there. In the contract signing.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm sure you could have Doggy. I just wanted to keep you safe and healthy so you could face Spud.
Prince Albert
I would've beat Spud in that match.
Priscilla Kelly
You would've. Shame that dumb fuck Batista had to run in. Guess Hollywood dried up.
There's a small pause.
Prince Albert
I can beat Homunculus too.
Priscilla shoots her eyes open as she looks over at Albert. He looks back at her, unflinching, entirely serious. Priscilla narrows her eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm gonna get some sleep Doggy. We'll chat later.
Prince Albert
Yes Mistress.
Priscilla pulls out an eye-mask and puts it on, as she lays down in her fully reclined chair. Albert watches her, a sadness but also a love in his eyes as he looks at the delicate features of Kelly. He rests back in his seat, but his eyes don't move from his Mistress.
---
Priscilla Kelly
Ho. Lee. Shit.
A 14 year old Priscilla Kelly can't refrain from eyeballing the hall around her, just completely blown away by its size. To the man standing next to her, Ron Killings, it's actually fairly small compared to the arenas he's used to, but to Priscilla this hall, with chairs set up all around a gigantic ring in the middle, is absolutely collosal. She turns to R-Truth with a bit of fear in her eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
I'm wrestling in this tonight?
Ron Killings
Sure are Prissy-Cat.
Priscilla Kelly
Ooh god. Oooooh wow.
Priscilla is clearly getting nervous, her voice shaky, as she looks at her feet. Ron smiles softly, before bending down to her level.
Ron Killings
You're amazing Prissy-Cat. You've got this. I promise.
Priscilla Kelly
Okay. Okay.
Ron Killings
Now, dude called Chris DeAngelo is rounding up all the young recruits round the back, those are all the guys you'll be running the battle royale with. I've gotta talk to some talent, you be alright by yourself for a little?
Priscilla Kelly
Umm sure. Okay.
Ron Killings
You'll be alright. Promise. Catch up with ya' soon!
Ron gives her hair a ruffle before he moves off, leaving a very nervous and shaky Priscilla by herself. She sees a curtain leading through the stage to the back, and with a gulp, heads towards it.
The curtain leads to a rather grotty looking room in the back, a small changing room that seems to be occupied by teenage boys and girls alike, all around her age or slightly older. Priscilla lets out a small, nerve-wracked exhale, before she places her backpack down on a seat closest to the door, away from the others in the room. She starts to ruffle around inside her backpack, until she feels a tap on her shoulder.
She turns around quite quickly, almost jumping. Expecting to see the face of someone her age, she instead is greeted to the sight of a very tall, middle-aged man. Dark orange skin the likes of which Priscilla wasn't sure she'd ever seen, tufts of unkempt black hair, a giant beaming smile, and a very unfortunate face. His smile is wide enough that a cliffhanger could likely be slotted in with ease.
Priscilla Kelly
Umm- hello?
? ? ?
Hello. It is nice to meet you.
He speaks in an incredibly strong accent that Priscilla can't quite place. In that moment, he extends a hand and Priscilla takes it quickly and shakes it, pushing a smile onto her own face.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! Nice to meet you! Are you one of the trainers?
? ? ?
Oh. No. I am Unbungo Tongan Mung!
Priscilla Kelly
Ah! Oh I'm Priscilla Kelly!
Unbungo Tongan Mung
What is your opinion on Tonga?
Priscilla Kelly
Hmm? The country?
Unbungo Tongan Mung
The very same.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh I- I don't know I've never really-
Unbungo Tongan Mung
It does not deserve bombing, you would say?
This hits Priscilla out of left field.
Priscilla Kelly
I would- yes. I'd definitely agree.
Unbungo Tongan Mung
You agree it deserves bombing?
Priscilla Kelly
No! That it doesn't!
Unbungo Tongan Mung
My wife and child are in Tonga. If it were to be bombed, they would perish in the fires. Perish.
Priscilla looks at the man before her, eyes wide, incredibly confused.
Priscilla Kelly
I… has anyone- who's bombing Tonga?
Mung goes wide eyed suddenly.
Unbungo Tongan Mung
I do not know! Is it being bombed!?
Priscilla Kelly
I don't know!
Unbungo Tongan Mung
Do not let them bomb my country! PLEASE! MY WIFE! MY CHILD! PLEASE!!!
Mung grabs Priscilla's shoulders and begins to shake her furiously, startling the young Gypsy.
? ? ?
MUNG! Stop scaring the fucking newbies!
Priscilla turns to see a large, muscled man walking over to the pair. He gives Mung a slap on the back of the head, before pushing him away from Priscilla.
? ? ?
Go run the ropes.
Unbungo Tongan Mung
Yes Mr. DeAngelo sir.
Unbungo runs off, muttering to himself as DeAngelo shakes his head.
Chris DeAngelo
No wonder that guy has drove so many trainers fucking crazy. Makes me wanna hit the fuckin' pipe.
He looks from Mung down to Priscilla. His eyes glow up as he sees her.
Chris DeAngelo
Your Ron's little pipsquirt ain't ya?
Priscilla Kelly
Umm, yeah, Priscilla Kelly! Nice to meet ya'.
She extends her hand, and DeAngelo very slowly takes it in his, holding it with both hands as he shakes it.
Chris DeAngelo
Pleasure to meet you, Kelly. Chris DeAngelo, I'm helping Ron run things tonight. You're in that Battle Royale right?
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah!
Chris DeAngelo
Awesome. Alright! EVERYONE!
DeAngelo shouts to the room at large.
Chris DeAngelo
If you're in the Academy Battle Royale, gather round.
The teenagers in the room all gather around DeAngelo. Priscilla gets a good look at a few of the other faces, stern, tough looking individuals, including Unbungo Tongan Mung who has returned to the scene now and stands at the back of the group listening in. One in particular stands out, a gothic looking gal, black face paint over her eyes, bright white contact lenses in, blonde hair whipped up into a mohawk that stands tall on top of her head. She sees Priscilla looking back at her, and after Kelly offers a smile, the Mohawk girl only shoots her a snarl, prompting Priscilla to look away.
Chris DeAngelo
So! You're all on before the main event! This is your chance to impress, there's some talented heads I'm looking at right now, and there'll be some important people in that crowd. You do well tonight, you may just sort yourself a career going forward. There's a lot at stake, make sure you're giving this Battle Royale your all. Got that?
A large mutter of agreement from the crowd of budding wrestlers. Priscilla risks another look at the Mohawk girl, just to find she still has her eyes on Priscilla, glaring a hole through her. Kelly gulps, before looking away again, a little flustered.
Chris DeAngelo
Alright, there's still plenty of time. Maybe get to know each other in the meantime. I'll let you all know when it's time to go on.
DeAngelo smiles at them all, before offering a wink in Priscilla's direction, and moving away. Priscilla blushes a little, before she goes to sit back on her seat off to the side of the room. She looks up at the dispersing crowd, and notices the Mohawk girl is sat down now, on a bench across the room, but her eyes still rest on Priscilla.
Kelly dare not look back at her, instead opting to look at the floor. Thoughts start to swim through her head over who this girl even is, and what her problem with Priscilla may be. As she thinks this, she suddenly feels a figure linger next to her.
Unbungo Tongan Mung
Did you say you have information on who may bomb Tonga?
Priscilla Kelly
Holy fuck!
---
A lightning strike from the black clouds ahead. Priscilla looks out through the hotel window, the skyline of Budapest sinking beneath gigantic grey clouds. Her dark grey eyes look out, helplessly, as the world below her disappears from sight. The safety of the ground below. She's here now, in this hotel room. Trapped.
She looks down at what she wears, at her 14 year old self. The giant pink dress that she wore when she was 14, at the Halloween party that was filmed by TLC, when she met Jimmy Smith. She watches as the pink fabric of the dress billows outwards. An overly extravagant image that couldn't be further from what describes the modern day Priscilla.
She hears a croaking behind her, and turns.
There, in the back corner of the room, stands Big Homunculus. A looming figure, with none of the character and personality he usually possesses. He's bigger than usual, wider than usual, more menacing. His teeth are bared, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Priscilla whimpers with fear at the image, backing up until she's pressed against the glass of the window.
In an instant, Homunculus darts at her, an awful croak filling the room. He moves at her like a spider, limbs darting around impossibly, until in a flash of erratic movements, he is upon her.
Priscilla screams a horror-stricken scream, as one of his spider-like limbs finds its way around her throat. She's thrust into the air, her face coming to meet his lifeless eyes, before she's twisted around and tossed through the air, face first through the glass.
Priscilla screams as she falls and falls, into the grey clouds below.
Until she awakens with a sudden gasp.
Prince Albert looks up from his seat across from her, a worried expression, at the sweaty and red-faced Priscilla. Her wide blue eyes dart around, clearly flustered, but she quickly tries to tame her expression. It's too late though.
Prince Albert
'Nother nightmare? About him?
Priscilla Kelly
No. It was about… sharks.
Albert raises his eyebrow as Priscilla jumps out of her seat and moves off down the aisle. He doesn't follow, just watching her stomp away quickly. He hears muttering behind him, and turns to see Raz in a bit of a heated discussion with Gabe. He raises an eyebrow.
Prince Albert
What's going on?
Raz
We're umm, we're debating whether or not to tell Mistress Kelly something.
Prince Albert
What?
Raz
It's about Sax with the Facts… he's not been as favourable as usual.
Priscilla moves through into the cockpit, where she sits on the spinny chair next to Gyles. Her Butler turns to her with a small smile on his face, which turns into a look of concern as he notices Priscilla looks a little worn out.
Gyles
Everything alright deary?
Priscilla Kelly
Not especially. Just feeling a little out of sorts.
Gyles
Because of the wrestling? Or your romance? Or something else?
Priscilla Kelly
The wrestling. Got an opponent coming up and… he just- I dunno how to approach him.
Gyles
Well fuck me. That certainly is unusual for you.
Priscilla Kelly
I know. I just, he fucking freaks me out Gyles. I feel like, I'm always so on it when it comes to thinking of how to tackle my opponents but with this guy… he just- blocks my thought process. I can't think, y'know? Every time I come up with an idea on how to take this guy down I start to think about him and just convince myself there's no way it'll work.
Gyles
What is it about this one in particular?
Priscilla Kelly
I don't know. I don't. He just fucking… gets to me. I beat him once already but that was in a different sort of match, and I'd planned everything out meticulously, and he'd been worn down by four other guys before I even entered the match… and then Albert helped me… and even then he nearly fucked me up. I won by the skin of my fucking teeth. There was a moment where beating him felt fucking impossible.
Priscilla breaths heavily.
Priscilla Kelly
The other week, I kinda subtly but not so subtly suggested to Albert that I'd like if Homunculus didn't win the number one contenders match. So Doggy went out there, beat the fuck out of him. Orange was in that match, beat the fucking fuck out of him. Laci Valentine, Conor McGregor, that fat fuck from Austin's group of dickheads, all in that match beating the fuck out of him. He still fucking won Gyles!
Priscilla looks beside herself.
Priscilla Kelly
And next week, I'm fighting him by myself. I'm a good fighter. There's a good chance I can reach down deep and pull something amazing out my ass… but I've just… never felt less confident about a fight. Either way, it is going to be fucking solid.
Priscilla stares out of the window ahead, at the white clouds, and remembers her dream. She shivers. Gyles nods at her words, before leaning in.
Gyles
Well… there's always Albert.
Before Priscilla can respond to this, the door to the cockpit bursts open, and in arrives Raz. He holds his tablet in front of him, and gives out an awkward smile.
Raz
Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyy Mistress Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
What do you want Raz?
Raz
I have been watching Sax with the Facts, with Howell Saxon, you know him.
Priscilla Kelly
I do. And?
Raz
He… may not… be as much of a fan as you anymore as he was.
Raz scrunches up his face, ready to be punched. Priscilla looks incredulous.
Priscilla Kelly
What?
Raz
Here.
Raz hands Priscilla his tablet, and she clicks on the screen to watch what just happened live a few moments ago. There sits Howell Saxon at his desk, looking as smug as ever.
Howell Saxon
Now onto AWF, my has that place taken a turn for the insane. And my has Priscilla Kelly taken a turn for the boring. What happened to the scrappy, rebellious, cold hearted bitch we all knew and loved? The woman who knew how to exploit the system perfectly? All we've seen lately is a good little girl who's shown nothing but fondness for sucking her new boyfriend's cock. Tut tut Priscilla, you were set for great things, but alas, you've really lost your edge.
This hits Priscilla hard. Her expression sinks as she looks at the screen with angry eyes.
Howell Saxon
It's time for a new main player in AWF… and who else would it be, if not Stone Cold Steve Austin. What little Priscilla needs to learn now, is if she's not going to even try to be on the top, she should finally accept her position as a bottom. Take a note out of your precious Prince Albert's book, and be a good little pet for your new owner Priscilla. And rush into that position as quickly as you can I'd say… before Austin forces you into a much worse one. Soon enough, AWF will be changing its name to AAA… because it'll be All About Austin.
Priscilla clicks the screen, causing the screen to pause. She looks at nothing in-particular, her breathing heavy and erratic, as the tablet drops out of her hands and clatters to the floor. Raz gulps as he backs away.
Priscilla Kelly
That… FUCKER!!!!
Priscilla's roar of the word causes every last head on the plane to turn to face the cockpit, as Priscilla storms down the aisle with fury.
Priscilla Kelly
How fucking dare he!?! Half of his current viewers are BECAUSE of me!!!
Priscilla points angrily at Lucas.
Priscilla Kelly
Lucas! Howell Saxon is NO LONGER your favourite wrestler!
Lucas
Okay! I'll make it Mark Henry or something I dunno.
Priscilla Kelly
Holy shit! Holy fuck! OOooooooOOOOooooooOOOOooooooooh!!!!!
Priscilla is pacing up and down the aisle, her mind wracked with thought. Gabe shoots a look at Raz like 'what the fuck did you do?'. Raz pulls an expression of clear worry.
Priscilla Kelly
GABE!
Gabe screams.
Priscilla Kelly
His show is live now right?
Gabe
Umm, yeah.
Priscilla Kelly
Well… can you hack into his feed?
---
The 14 year old Priscilla sits worried, shaking nervously as she slowly applies black rings around her eyes in the backstage toilets. She can hear the hustle and bustle from the changing room, voices high and low shouting at one another, with Chris DeAngelo's booming voice drowning out all the rest.
Chris DeAngelo
Five minutes everyone! You're on in five minutes!
Priscilla's piercing blue eyes are illuminated by the new black circles surrounding them, and her white skin by the dark hair that cascades down from her head. The gigantic S2 suddenly fills the doorway, getting Priscilla's attention as he throws an energy drink can at her.
S2
Ron said good luck, and told you to down that beforehand for a bit of extra energy.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh! Okay! Thanks!
S2
Not me, it's Ron.
S2 is about to leave before he notices Priscilla looking almost statue-like with nerves.
S2
You alright?
Priscilla Kelly
I'm… scared.
S2
Of what?
Priscilla Kelly
Well… of going out there! Obviously! What if I suck? What if no one in the crowd like me!?
S2
Who gives a shit if they like you?
Priscilla Kelly
What if I don't succeed?
S2
Well I dunno, you might not.
Priscilla Kelly
Gee. Thanks.
S2 shakes his head.
S2
Look. Here.
S2 grabs Priscilla's arm and yanks her towards him almost a bit too violently. He points to the other roster members getting ready.
S2
What you need, is just a bit of an edge, y'know? Look at that guy.
S2 points at an especially muscular dude, with wide and hungry eyes, and 'Impact' written across his shorts.
S2
Look at that ugly fucker. His eyes are nearly bulging out of his skull. He looks like he's about to eat a few newborn fucking babies. That mother fucker has edge.
S2 turns his attention to the Mohawk girl. Priscilla gulps when S2 points her out.
S2
That bitch has mega edge. She looks awesome. With the mohawk and the face paint and all that shit.
S2 turns his attention back to Priscilla.
S2
And y'know, all those bitches you watch on TV. Like that Hit-Bitch from Kick-Ass. She's got edge like there's no tomorrow! Shooting dudes, and stabbing dudes. And then y'know, that bitch Kill Bill from Kill Bill.
Priscilla Kelly
The character isn't called Kill Bill, S2.
S2
Either way she's dicing up mother fuckers left and right. Bash's that guys head in the doorway and shit. And then there's that Ripple bitch, from Aliens. She's torching alien babies! Babies! I know they're fucked up but they're still babies you know. That's edge!
Priscilla nods slowly.
S2
The wrestler Edge literally called himself fucking Edge cos he knows how much that shit works! Do you get it?
Priscilla Kelly
I get it. I get it.
S2
Alright then. Well, I'm sitting in that crowd tonight with Ron. So I wanna see that edge. I wanna see you be a fierce little bitch who wins this mother fucker, got that?
Priscilla Kelly
Got it.
S2
Alright then. Now down your fucking energy drink, you're on in two.
And with that, S2 moves out of the room, leaving Priscilla looking at herself in the reflection. She looks at herself aggressively.
Priscilla Kelly
Edge.
She dips her finger tips back in the black face paint, and curls up the black rings around her eyes like horns up past her temples. She takes a deep breath, as she starts to move out of the toilets.
---
Howell Saxon continues talking on his show, having moved on to discussing a different wrestling promotion by now. What he isn't aware of is that as of that moment, Priscilla Kelly is one of his viewers, as is Gabe who sits on his own personalized laptop, typing away at the keyboard until he gives a Hollywood level;
Gabe
I'm in. You should see it now on the tablet.
Priscilla grins, before looking from Gabe's laptop screen, to the same screen on her tablet. On there is Howell Saxon's show, and access to all of the controls of it. Priscilla giggles with glee, as Raz, Lucas, and Maeve all hang around looking over her shoulder in the aisle, excited at what's going on. Beefton looks very eager to join in, but decides to keep his distance from Maeve.
Priscilla Kelly
So we have full control of the show?
Gabe
We can do anything.
Priscilla leans forwards and taps on a paint brush key, before she hands the tablet up to Maeve.
Priscilla Kelly
To our resident artist. New commission for you, I think you know what to draw.
As Howell Saxon continues chatting away, broadcast in that very moment to all who watch his show, a rather crudely drawn penis miraculously starts to appear next to his mouth, shooting spurts of jizz aimed towards his mouth. Priscilla bursts into laughter, as do those with her, especially Lucas who laughs uproariously like it's the funniest thing he's ever seen. At his young age, it likely is, he's in tears. Maeve can't even finish the drawing because of laughter, handing the tablet back over to Priscilla.
Howell clearly doesn't notice what's going on as he carries on talking, but through access to the other cameras, Gabe can see the crew members becoming wide eyed and confused. One of them gets his attention, and Howell looks off camera, confused, as suddenly a swastika is drawn over his forehead.
Howell Saxon
What? A dick? What do you mean?
Crew Member
Who's doing that shit? What's going on?
Priscilla Kelly
Gabe… can we add sound effects?
Gabe
Oh yeah.
Back in the studio, Howell looks a little confused and annoyed as it's being explained to him what's going on. He looks flustered, and composes himself with a fake laugh.
Howell Saxon
Well let's just clear the screen and carry on, shall we?
The screen is cleared off all the drawings, and Howell fixes his tie, as he goes to speak.
Until suddenly;
Howell Saxon
What the fuck is that?
Crew Member
I umm- I don't know.
Howell Saxon
Well fucking find out please, I'm trying to do a show for crying out loud.
Crew Member
We're on it Mr. Saxon.
Howell Saxon
This is a serious show. For intellectuals. I won't have- I WON'T HAVE it made a mockery of like this!
Howell is trying to speak over the screams. Some of his crew members are clearly trying to stifle laughter, which flusters him more.
Howell Saxon
If you fucking laugh, you're fucking fired.
Priscilla and the gang are all in a fit of laughter, especially as they watch Howell Saxon clearly getting hot under the collar. Priscilla holds onto Maeve, the pair of them giggling at the tablet screen. Priscilla suddenly notes another button.
Priscilla Kelly
Wait what's that one?
Gabe
Oh, that changes the green screen.
Priscilla Kelly
Wait! Really!? Oh shit, I know the perfect footage to put through! Raz, contact Mullet, tell him to send me the CCTV of Saxon from the Bondage Bash.
Back in Saxon's studio, they've managed to get rid of the screams, as Saxon tries to continue with his show.
Howell Saxon
Sorry for the disturbances, I'd like to apologise to my audience. We clearly have a moron trying to hack our stream tonight, clearly nothing better to do in life than bring other people down. Anyway, onto our next segment, here's the top 10 wrestlers who should definitely give up on their dream of making it big because they're fucking awful.
The green screen behind Saxon changes just as he's about to move on, and as he notices the wide-eyed and shocked looks of the crewmembers around him, Saxon knows something has gone awry. He gulps, before he looks over at one of the monitors to see what is the problem now.
Howell Saxon
Oh bollocks.
On the green screen, is CCTV footage of Howell Saxon getting sucked off by the dwarven Priscilla Kelly behind the Total Wipeout stage.
Howell Saxon
Get that off the fucking screen now!!!
Priscilla and the gang are in tears of laughter, Maeve too, despite her holding her hand over the eyes of Lucas so he can't see the display he's far too young to see, much to Lucas' annoyance.
Priscilla Kelly
All about who? Cunt?
Howell Saxon
There's nothing wrong with this. It's just, there is nothing wrong with having a sexual encounter with a dwarf! They are people too!
Priscilla Kelly
Oh it's not that she's a dwarf mother fucker! It's what happens next! Turn the sound on Gabe!
Howell Saxon's voice can be heard loud and clear through the CCTV.
Howell Saxon (on CCTV)
Open that mouth.
Howell turns around so his ass his facing her chin.
Howell Saxon (on CCTV)
You want a nice, wet, stinky, fat shit in your mouth babe?
In his studio, Howell is outraged.
Howell Saxon
GET THAT OFF!!! GET IT OFF NOW!!!
Maeve holds her hands firm over Lucas' eyes, not letting go as she continues to keel over with laughter. Having heard what Howell just said though, Lucas is all too glad to have his eyes completely covered.
The Priscilla dwarf gives Howell a big smile.
Priscilla Kelly Dwarf (on CCTV)
Mmmmmmm. Yes please.
Howell Saxon (on CCTV)
Open that fucking mouth babe. Get ready to chew it like the dog you are.
Howell screams as he turns in his chair, bolts at the green screen, and dives into it, tackling it to the floor, completely ripping it down. Priscilla, Gabe, Raz, and Maeve are barely able to stand due to their laughter, holding onto each other so they don't fall to the floor.
Howell is at his feet in the studio, eyes wide and bloodthirsty, twitching nastily, as he moves aggressively back over to the camera.
Howell Saxon
Think this is fucking funny Priscilla!? Oh yeah! I know it's you, you bitch! Who else would have that footage! What a nice little prank to show us all just how pathetic you are!
Priscilla yells at the tablet screen between laughing.
Priscilla Kelly
Oh fuck off twat.
Howell Saxon
A prime example of what you've become in AWF! Gone from the mastermind who ruled all, to this idiot bitch who pulls half-baked shit like that! Drawing dicks and swastikas on my face!? What are you? A fucking child!? Seems so. You're 23 years old my dear and you've got a lot to fucking learn! Maybe Steve Austin will teach you it all, when he has you begging on your fucking knees for fucking mercy!
Everyone else continues to laugh, except Priscilla, who's laughter dies down as the words sink in. Maeve seems to be the only one to notice.
Howell Saxon
It was a bad time to become such a fucking loser Kelly. Maybe you should've stuck to the caravan parks, being a little cum-slut to 14 year old gypsy boys. You entered the wrong world my dear, and when it's chewed you up and spat you out, you're going to wish you were back getting raped into your bed by little Jimmy Smith.
The laughter is gone. From everyone. Priscilla glares down at the screen in silence. No expression on her face. Just silence. Everyone on the plane is avoiding her gaze, unsure of what to say, all except Maeve, who looks at Priscilla with sad eyes.
Priscilla Kelly
Raz. Tell Gyles to land the plane. We're just gonna make a little stop.
Raz doesn't respond, he just nods, and runs down the aisle to the cockpit. Maeve looks at Priscilla, whose eyes are locked onto the screen.
Maeve Shiliko
Priscilla are you oka-
Priscilla Kelly
No.
She looks up at Maeve.
Priscilla Kelly
But I'm just gonna quick make sure that a few people join me on that front.
