Post by Priscilla Kelly on Aug 26, 2020 9:39:21 GMT -5
A young 14 year old Priscilla stands at the bottom of the steps leading up to the curtain, just behind around four others, and with at least ten more stood in a line behind her. She can hear the loud cheers of the fans through the curtain, and gulps, looking down at her gear. Ron had some custom made for her, it's not amazing, but she liked it. Purple and white tights, a white top with 'PK' written across it, and black elbow pads, knee pads, and boots. Through her black painted eyes, she looked up at the curtain ahead.
And with a roar from DeAngelo, it was ready to go.
Chris DeAngelo
Out you go! Out you go! It's time!
And Priscilla's heart was in her throat, as the three contestants in front of her ran up the steps and out of the curtain. Priscilla had to follow too, and with a deep breath, she did, pushing herself through the steps. The curtain was in front of her, and Kelly moved herself through.
And there it was.
The bright lights. The roaring crowd of more people than she could count. The gigantic wrestling ring, so much bigger than what Ron trained her in. Her eyes couldn't even find Ron and S2 in the crowd, and it wasn't until the person behind her was giving her a shove that she realised she'd just been stood on the stage, eyes wide and glaring at the venue around her, looking like a deer in headlights.
As Priscilla moves across the stage, worried she may have made an impression as an unprepared idiot, the crowd suddenly are thrown into cheers. She looks confused, before she turns around to look back at the stage, to see the figure they're cheering.
It's the Mohawk girl, who's jumped out onto the stage with the vigour and personality that no one else had. She raises her arms into the air and screams, prompting the crowd to do the same, as they begin to chant.
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
Molly Mohawk completely steals the spotlight, sticking out her tongue before she lunges at the person behind her, causing them to flinch. She laughs to herself, as do the crowd, as continues onwards across the stage, but not before meeting the eyes of Priscilla Kelly once more, who's turned completely to face Mohawk.
Molly glares at Priscilla, who tries her best to glare back, but falls under the pressure. Priscilla breaks the glare, before she moves over to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope to get inside.
The ring starts to fill up, Molly Mohawk climbing inside too, jumping straight onto the turnbuckle and taunting, prompting the crowd to continue chanting her name. Priscilla looks around, and sees some familiar faces. She sees the bulgy eyed muscular guy, presumably called Impact judging by his trunks, and Unbungo Tongan Mung, the Tongan man about 30 years everyone else's elder, as he pleads with the teenagers around him to not bomb his country, and hence, his wife and child.
Priscilla gulps, looking around the ring at all the contestants, definitely around fifteen other trainees. So many characters. One boy dressed as a chef. A girl dressed as a ballerina. A chav girl with blue hair. A guy in a straight up Power Ranger costume. With all these other bodies, Priscilla's painfully aware that she's got a fight cut out for her.
And in the next moment, the bell rings.
And all hell breaks loose.
She watches as Unbungo screams, being lost in a sea of teenagers jumping onto him, sending kicks and punches his way. The Power Ranger swings at Impact but he's immediately lifted off of his feet and sent crashing to the mat. The Ballerina scrambles with the blue haired Chav girl into the corner. And amidst it all, Priscilla sees darting right for her, is Molly Mohawk.
Kelly is too taken aback to do anything, as a huge dropkick clatters across her face, busting her nose immediately and seeing her plummet to the mat. Kelly can barely scramble to her feet, as Mohawk is on top of her, sending a flurry of strikes at Priscilla's ribs, causing her to cough and splutter as Molly jumps off of her and roars into the air once more.
Molly Mohawk
This is Mohawk's ring bitch!
The crowd whoop, as Priscilla crawls herself over to the ropes. Molly turns to her, a bloodthirsty expression, before she darts at Kelly and sends a boot across her mouth. Priscilla slumps back down again, onto her back, where she lays still.
Mohawk looks ready to follow up on Priscilla, before she's grabbed by the Chef boy and pulled into the middle of the ring. This boy's attempts at offense on Mohawk are quickly stopped with a countering forearm, sending the boy tumbling backwards before Molly lunges onto him and sends more strikes his way.
Priscilla scrambles along the bottom rope towards the nearest turnbuckle she sees, clutching at her busted nose as tears roll down her face. She sees bodies flying every which way, some going right over the top rope and out of the ring. The Power Ranger is hurtled into the corner she attempts to make her way towards, crashing back first nastily. Priscilla watches as Impact charges the Power Ranger, clobbering him with a forearm and sending him up and out of the ring.
Impact then turns to Priscilla, eyeing her with his gigantic bulging eyes.
He sends a stomp her way but she throws herself backwards to avoid it, before rolling to her feet. Impact swings at her again, but she ducks, attempting to push him away, but he has her grabbed round the waist. He lifts the tiny Priscilla up onto his shoulders, and aims her at the ropes.
Priscilla is helpless, as the crowd look ready to see another elimination.
But she refuses to let it happen.
Priscilla peers downwards, at the bulging eyes on the red-face of Impact, and sends a finger right into one of his giant pupils. Impact screams, holding at his face, as Priscilla slips out of his grasp, watching as he tipples forwards into the ropes. Priscilla takes advantage, diving at Impact and pulling at his bright red trunks, lifting with all her might. She watches him topple over the top rope, and clatter to the concrete floor.
Cheers sing through the air at this moment, and for a moment, Priscilla feels an unbelievable feeling of euphoria.
Right before an Enziguiri sends her flipping through the air, and crashing back first to the mat. A stunned Priscilla looks upwards, to see the blue haired Chav stood above her, laughing down at her. She sends another stomp into Priscilla's chest, before a nasty kick rings across her ribs.
Chav Girl
What're you? A fucking goth or somat?
The Chav grabs Priscilla by the neck and lifts her to her feet, before aiming her at the ropes, and throwing her. Priscilla flies right over the top, but is able to hold on tightly to the top with all her might, stopping herself from an all too soon elimination.
The Chav turns back around, looking furious that she hasn't eliminated Priscilla.
Chav Girl
You not fucking done yet!?
As the Chav looks ready to approach Priscilla once more, Kelly looks around hectically for a plan. Upon seeing Unbungo Tongan Mung get to his feet on the other side of the ring, she has an idea.
Priscilla Kelly
HEY! Unbungo!
The Tongan gentleman looks up. Priscilla points aggressively at the Chav.
Priscilla Kelly
She wants to bomb Tonga!
The Chav stops in place, eyes wide, as she turns terrified to a furious looking Unbungo.
Chav Girl
No! NO! I DON'T!
Unbungo Tongan Mung
MY WIFE! MY CHILD! YOU WON'T BOMB TONGA!!!
Mung charges at the Chav full pelt, throwing himself through the air and splattering into her, before the pair of them go flying straight over the top rope and out of the ring, Unbungo screaming for the sake of his home country the whole time. Priscilla watches the two collapse to the concrete, and with a deep breath, makes her way back into the ring from the apron.
She clutches at her nose as she stumbles back into the turnbuckle, seeing just how much the ring has cleared out, barely anyone is left.
Molly Mohawk though, remains.
Priscilla watches with fear as she sends a boot through the mouth of the Chef boy, sending him flying out of the ring, before she turns her attention to the Ballerina and stops a pirouette with a well-timed superkick. As the Ballerina wobbles around dizzily, Mohawk aims her at the ropes, and chucks her straight out.
And then, there's only one person left in the ring for Mohawk to go for.
Priscilla Kelly.
Announcer
It is down to two. The winner of the match will now be determined by pinfall or submission.
Mohawk turns to look at Priscilla, and snarls.
Molly Mohawk
You ain't gone yet bitch?
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
Priscilla Kelly
What is your problem? Why are you being like this to me!?
Molly Mohawk
Cos no one's taking my spot!
Priscilla Kelly
I don't want to!
Molly Mohawk
You're not gonna!
Mohawk leaps in that instant, and before Priscilla can do anything, she feels a low dropkick clatter through her legs. Priscilla is thrown forwards, face first into the mat, where her bust nose becomes even worse.
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
Molly Mohawk
How's that nose feeling, huh?
Molly sends a kick into the side of Priscilla's head, snapping it hard to the side, and then another into her ribs. Priscilla coughs and splutters, as she feels more and more kicks and stomps rain down on her back.
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
Priscilla can barely breath in this moment, as the kicks just keep coming and coming. If Molly was to pin her in this moment, Priscilla reckons she would happily submit and just let the pin happen, but it seemed Mohawk was hell bent on playing with her food.
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap 'MOLLY MOHAWK!' clap clap clapclapclap
Priscilla clambers towards the ropes, but Molly grabs her foot and tries to pull her back into the centre of the ring, Priscilla grabbing onto the bottom rope with all her might to stop this attempt.
And through teary eyes, Priscilla looks out into the crowd ahead of her, the faces blurry…
...but she can make out who watches her there, in the front row.
It's Ron and S2, cheering her on.
She looks at the pair of them, at Ron, and then at S2, and her vision clears. She sees S2 mouthing something. And it takes her no time at all to figure out what it is.
'Edge.'
Priscilla takes a deep breath, as she lets go of the rope, letting herself fall into the middle of the ring. Mohawk laughs to herself, before she moves over and grabs Priscilla by the hair, lifting her to her feet.
And in that moment, Priscilla does the first thing that comes to her mind.
She leans forwards, and sinks her teeth into Molly Mohawk's nose.
Hard.
Mohawk screams in horror and agony, as do the crowd, as she slaps and punches at Priscilla trying to get her to let go, but Priscilla just clenches down harder with her teeth. She feels the blood bubble out of Molly's nose, drizzling from the fresh holes created in her face. She feels the bone, and tissue, but it doesn't stop her from really going to town. Finally, Priscilla lets go, her face a mess of her own blood and Molly's.
Mohawk collapses backwards, holding at her nose as she cries out in pain. Priscilla gets a good look at the mess she's made, at what's left of Mohawk's nose, and it certainly is not a pretty sight. There's barely anything left. But in that moment, Priscilla can only think to say one thing.
Priscilla Kelly
Hey Molly. How's that nose feeling, huh?
Molly roars at Priscilla, before running at her for a clothesline. Priscilla thinks fast, and ducks it straight into a James Brown split. She pops back to her feet, spins around, and sends a nasty elbow right into Molly's throat. The Mohawk'd girl splutters and coughs, gagging as she clutches hard at her throat, clearly unable to breath.
An incensed Priscilla bolts at the ropes in an instant, running back with speed and vigour. She takes aim at Molly's ruined face, and leaps through the air, before sending a picture perfect dropkick through her head.
Molly's head snaps backwards, as she's entirely lifted off of her feet, spinning through the air before coming crashing down onto her neck! The crowd roar, as Priscilla lands down next to her, before quickly scrambling onto Molly for the pin…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
The bell rings, and Priscilla is awestrucken. She's done it. She won. The crowd are unsure of what to think to the victory, but Priscilla sure knows, and she screams an excited scream to the heavens above. She jumps to her feet, arms raised, a smile of disbelief and of complete and utter joy on her face.
She looks over at Ron and S2, who are on their feet, clapping vigorously. S2 mouths triumphantly 'EDGE!', as Ron shoots her a huge thumbs up and a wide grin. If the crowd aren't sure on how to react to that win, Ron and S2 certainly are.
Priscilla looks at the crowd around her, at the referee holding up her arm, at her downed and bleeding opponent… and realises it's the best moment she's ever had in her life.
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Howell Saxon continues with his show, clearly flustered, and trying his hardest to ignore the onslaught of tweets that are coming in. He tries to discuss wrestling, but his constant loss of thought, and long sullen pauses, show that he can't quite get the antics of Miss Kelly off of his mind. A crew member is trying to get Howell's attention, hoping to speak to him.
Howell Saxon
I'm going to throw you over to a little ad for a second viewers, we'll be back with proceedings shortly.
The ad plays, and Howell lets out a deep sigh as he shoots a look at the crew member, shaking his head.
Crew Member
We need to wrap this up now. People are going crazy.
Howell Saxon
We can't stop just because of her.
Crew Member
Twitter is off the rails dude. Let's end this episode and just sort all this shit out, it's not wise to keep going.
Howell sighs.
Howell Saxon
What do you suggest I do then?
Crew Member
We've got a little video package that's just come in, sent to use to play by one of our execs I think? Either way, just say your goodbyes and throw over to that… maybe offer a little apology?
Howell Saxon
For what!?!
Crew Member
Just for… y'know… some of the more touchy comments you made.
Howell Saxon
Fuck off. I'll throw to your shitey video package and that's it. Apologise? That's fucking ridiculous. Let's get rolling again then, get this over and done with.
Howell adjusts himself, straightening his tie, before he gives a smile back at the camera. The ad wraps up and it goes live again.
Howell Saxon
Hello again. I'm sorry to say folks, but due to all of the technical issues tonight, I'm going to have to wrap tonight's session up a little early! Before I go though, let me show you over to a little video package we've prepared for you to see you out.
The screen changes from Howell's awfully fake smile, to a very grim and grotty looking warehouse, sat in the middle of which, tied to a chair, ball-gag in his mouth, is Scott Hall. He screams and tugs at his bindings but it's no use.
Howell and the crew members all look at one another confused as they watch a monitor.
Howell Saxon
Bit dark isn't it? What's this? A sketch?
Crew Member
I don't know.
Through the screen, a deep, heavily distorted voice echoes.
Deep Voice
Hello all. You are watching Sax with the Facts, here's a new segment we're calling 'HAVE YOU LOST YOUR EDGE?'.
Scott Hall looks up at the room around him, tears falling down his face as he continues to struggle, it's completely useless.
Deep Voice
Our first contestant is none other than the Bad Guy, the Lone Wolf, Scott 'Razor Ramon' Hall. How're you feeling Scotty?
Scott screams through his ball-gag.
Deep Voice
Well that's great.
Howell Saxon
This is really fucking dark. I don't like this shit, turn it off…
Crew Member
Well… let's see where it goes…
Howell Saxon
Who was it who wanted it on again?
Crew Member
One of the execs… that's the number it showed on my screen at least...
Howell raises an eyebrow as he looks from the crew member back to the screen.
In the video, Scott Hall continues screaming, before the deep voice continues.
Deep Voice
So… what game are we playing today. One rather fitting I'd say. This idea came to me whilst watching the film 'Would You Rather' and I just found it absolutely perfect for this.
A masked man walks onto the screen, wheeling a little table towards Scott. He places it in front of him, and lifts a little tissue to unveil something to Hall's pleading eyes.
Deep Voice
On the table in front of you Scott, is a razor. Very fitting, hmm?
Scott Hall gulps as his terrified eyes glare down at the razor blade before him. The masked man loosens the strap on one of Scott's arms, freeing it.
Deep Voice
Now you have a choice. You have one hand free… you can pick up that razor blade, put it to your right eye, and slice it open nice and good Scotty. I want to see that blood and ooze dribble out.
Scott looks horrified.
Deep Voice
Either that, or my friend there can slice open your left eye, with a bullet.
And the masked man pulls out a pistol, and points it at Scott's head.
Howell Saxon
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!?! TAKE IT OFF!!! TAKE IT OFF NOW!!!
Howell shoves the crew member next to him, who nods hectically before scrambling over to the nearest computer. He tries with all his might to bring an end to the video, but can't.
Crew Member
I can't. It's overridden the system. There's nothing I can do.
Howell Saxon
WHAT!?!?
Howell looks back at the screen where Scott Hall pleads and cries, trying with all his might to get free.
Deep Voice
You have 10 seconds Scott, choose.
10.
Scott is crying and pleading, plucking at his binds with his free hand but can't free himself.
9.
8.
7.
Howell is roaring at his crew members to take off the video, but they can't.
6.
5.
4.
The masked man breaths heavily, anticipating Scott's decision.
3.
Scott looks from the gun held to his head.
2.
To the razor blade.
1.
He knows what he must do.
He picks up the razor blade, and jams it into his open eye. His eyeball splits in half, gushing with pink and froth, as his screams are agonising and long. Sick spurts through the holes in-between the ball-gag, as in his agonised writhing, he tips over the chair, and plummets to the concrete floor.
On the screen, a title card flashes.
Deep Voice
Thank you for watching Sax with the Facts. Vote in next week for which wrestler you want to see take on… 'HAVE YOU LOST YOUR EDGE?'.
And with that, the video cuts out, as does the stream to Howell's show. Saxon stands in the middle of his studio, speechless, as his eyes rest on the monitor before him in disbelief.
Howell Saxon
Well… we're fucked.
Back in the warehouse, the masked man moves over to Scott who writhes on the ground, sick spilling from his mouth, and sends a harsh boot down into his head, sending Hall silent and still. The masked man pulls his mask off, to reveal none other than the face of Cranston.
Cranston
Shall I take the ball-gag off? He might choke on his puke.
Priscilla Kelly
No.
Priscilla moves forwards from out of the shadows, a voice changer in hand.
Priscilla Kelly
Like Ivan said, if he dies, he dies. Should've thought of that before he messed with my boo.
Gabe sits in the corner, on his personalised laptop.
Gabe
Well, that just streamed to everyone watching Sax with the Facts… and it will go viral pretty fucking soon. And I mean… VIRAL. There is just no way his show survives that, even if he can prove it wasn't his segment and he was hacked. No one's associating with his shit after that.
Priscilla grins.
Priscilla Kelly
How's that for fucking edge.
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Priscilla has a smile on her face, as the plane has taken off again from it's little detour in the middle of the flight. She looks out the window, at the darkening sky ahead, as the city below disappears, and into view comes the top of the clouds. Priscilla feels a sting of fear there, before she turns and instinctively meets Albert's eyes.
He's already looking at her, almost knowingly.
And without any prompt, starts to speak.
Prince Albert
I ain't coasting anymore. I ain't losing in battle royales and tag matches. I'm back to the way I was. I'm a fucking monster, same as him. If you put me out there… I'll keep you safe, and I'll keep that belt safe. I promise.
Priscilla keeps her eyes on Albert for a few moments longer, before without saying a word, she looks back out the window. Her hand caresses her World's Championship belt, stroking it's beautiful golden surface as she looks out over the clouds.
In that moment, fear and pride are fighting in her heart.
And she's not sure which one to let win.
