Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Jun 9, 2023 12:15:02 GMT -5
The Kingdom Training Facility
Denver, Colorado
Monday, June 5th, 2023
The streets of Denver were busy on this Monday as the rat race had begun once again now that the weekend was over. People were heading off in different directions all lost in their own little worlds. We focus on vehicle that pulls up to the front of The Kingdom training facility and wrestling school. The back door of the vehicle opens and out steps Sally Carter or as she is known by now Jezebel Jobs. She pulls her gym bag over her shoulder and looks around before Madison Carter slides out of the vehicle behind her. Madison has her gym bag with her and she leans over to pay the Uber driver before the vehicle pulls off.
Madison pulls her bag over her shoulder and lowers the sunglasses she has on. She motions for Jezebel to follow her as they walk to the front of the invite-only training center. Madison reaches out and grabs the handle on the door to open it but finds out that it’s locked shut. Madison groans audibly and then turns to look at her partner.
“Unbelievable! It’s locked, still.” Madison runs her fingers through her hair. “I don’t understand what could be so important.”
“Do you want me to break the door down?” Jezebel offers her tag team partner.
Madison waves her hand dismissively. “No, I can handle this.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. She cycles through her contacts before tapping a name and holding the phone up to her ear.
Jezebel grabs hold of the handle on the door and yanks on it aggressively while Madison waits for the person she called to answer.
“I swear to God if he doesn’t answer…” Madison’s cut off as the call is finally connected.
“What?!” Said the phone on the other end of the call.
“What do you mean, ‘What?!’” Madison asks in a not-so-pleasant tone. “Sally and I are standing out there trying to get into the building. You told us you needed it for something important so we waited and waited and yet the door is still locked.”
“And?” The voice on the other end questioned in a disheartened fashion.
“AND we need to get some training in before Unleashed 7 rolls around this weekend,” Madison stated the obvious. “You know, main event tag team match versus the bitches from The Aces? Kind of important, dontcha think?!”
There is a pause in the conversation as Jezebel keeps jerking at the handle on the door. A sigh is finally heard as the voice speaks up.
“Jesus, FINE!” The sound of random things being moved or knocked off is heard before the person speaks again. “Keep your panties on, I’ll be right there.”
The call is ended as Madison pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it like it offended her. She shakes her head and slides the phone back into her pocket. Madison puts her hand on Jezebel’s shoulder and pulls her away from the handle of the door. Both of them stand there, Jezebel waiting patiently while Madison taps her foot on the ground, already annoyed.
Finally, the sound of keys can be heard on the other side of the door and locks being opened. The door slowly opens allowing both Jezebel and Madison to step inside The Kingdom. Jezebel looks around wide-eyed at the inside of the complex but Madison turns around and folds her arms over her chest.
“You look like absolute shit,” Madison says judgingly.
The door to The Kingdom closes as the person Madison is talking to turns around and rolls his one good eye.
“Always nice to see you too, Maddie.” Jace Parker Davidson says before starting to walk away but Madison follows behind him.
“What the hell have you been doing in here?!” Madison had a demanding tone to her voice.
“I was just in here doing…” Jace pauses and shakes his head. “You know what? You just disregard what I was doing. You’re in here now and everything is fine.”
“You don’t look fine!” Madison fired back.
“Thank you very much, MOM!” Jace shouted. “Are you going to tell me I need to go clean my room now?!”
“I’m damn sure going to tell you to wash behind your ears!” Madison wasn’t about to let Jace out stubborn her. “And maybe get some sleep or some actual rest. You look like you could fall over at any minute.”
Jace stops walking and then turns around to face Madison. The smell of alcohol on his breath kicked harder than Bruce Lee in one of his movies. The way he couldn’t keep his posture and walk in a straight line told Madison everything she needed to know about his current state. He’s been drinking, a lot and showed no signs of stopping.
“Don’t you have a match to train for? That’s why you’re here, right?” Davidson’s tone wasn’t pleasant at all.
“Yes, I do but--” Jace cut off Madison before she could finish.
“Then maybe go and do what you came here to do instead of interrogating me about everything under the goddamn sun!” Jace turns back around and power-walked to his office and slammed the door shut.
Madison just stood there with her mouth open in shock until Jezebel walked up to her.
“Everything okay, Princess?” Jezebel asked with concern in her voice.
Madison didn’t reply at first but she hands her head and exhales.
“Everything is fine. We’re in here now, so let’s hit the locker room and get changed into our wrestling gear. We’ve got work to do.” Madison tried to sound chipper but she was still giving that office door the side eye.
“As you wish, Princess.” Jezebel grabbed her own gym bag and then Madison’s along with it. Madison walked off leading her tag team partner to the ladies' locker room.
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Inside the office inside of The Kingdom, Jace Parker Davidson stand looking at all the Championship belts that he’s collected over the years. His eye scans over them until it lands on the most recent title he’s held and lost. The HOW LSD Championship belt.
“Three hundred fucking days,” Jace mutters to himself. “Three hundred fucking consecutive days and what do I have to show for it?!”
He reaches out and rubs his hand over the design of the LSD Championship.
“Four different reigns with this Championship belt.” Jace reminisces. “One shot of tying the record for the number of reigns but I’ve surpassed seven hundred some-odd days being the LSD Champion in my career. I’ve well-eclipsed everyone else in that category. The next person barely has four hundred total days as Champion.”
His fingertips graze over the intricate details of the gold plate of the Championship.
“I am without a doubt, the greatest LSD Champion of all time…”
His hand drops off of the belt as his voice trails off. He lowers his head and contempt and rage begin to boil in the pit of his stomach. His hand tightens into a fist as he growls through grit teeth.
“So, why is everyone acting like that motherfucker leaving the War Games match with my title is the greatest thing since sliced fucking bread?!” He raises his head slowly. “I just set the record for the longest reign with that belt and everyone’s ‘excited’ to see what he does with it?! FUCK THAT SHIT!” Jace reaches out and punches the wall beside the display of belts.
He shakes his hand out and then slowly walks around his desk. Jace flops down into the chair behind the desk and then pulls open one of the drawers on the desk. He reaches inside and pulls out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Davidson opens the bottle and begins to pour the liquid into the glass.
“Everyone thinks I’m a fucking laughingstock.” Jace grumbles as he finishes pouring the drink.
He raises the bottle into the air and drinks from it instead of the glass in front of him before putting the bottle away.
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Back outside of the office both Jezebel and Madison can be seen standing in one of the wrestling rings inside the facility after changing. Jezebel is stretching but Madison keeps her eyes on the office where Jace had retreated to earlier.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Princess?” Jezebel ponders out loud while continuing to stretch.
“Huh?” Madison replied, startled a bit. “Is what a good idea?”
“You training with me here in the ring before Unleashed.” Jezebel leans back in an arch. “I’m the JOB girl, remember? All I’m good for is laying on my back.”
Madison narrows her eyes and then raised her eyebrow.
“So, you’re saying you’d like Talia and Serenity hurt me in the ring on Saturday night?” Madison placed her hand over her heart.
“Of course not!” Jezebel shouted with intensity. “I would never let anyone hurt you. I would give my body and my well-being to defend you, Princess!”
Madison nodded her head approvingly as she walked around Jezebel.
“And I’m going to need that kind of devotion from you if we’re going to be able to take down The Aces yet again,” Madison said in her best coach’s pep talk. “Jace won’t be out there in the ring with us, neither will Samantha. It’ll be just you and me against them. As much as I love it when you get on your back, I need more out of you.”
“More?” Jobs questioned while trying to keep her composure but goosebumps started to form on her arms. “How do we accomplish that?”
“We train and we train hard,” Madison shouted aggressively. “They think that you are worthless. They think you’re not qualified to hang into the ring with wrestlers of their level. They are expecting Sally FKA, not Da Jester of The Kingdom.”
“The meat shield of The Kingdom.” Jobs said proudly but Madison shook her head.
“Not just a meat shield.” Madison snapped before putting her hand on the small of Jezebel’s back to straighten her posture. “You’re a tag team wrestler, one that by hook or by crook became a tag team Champion. I need more than a shield, I need a partner.”
Madison leaned in close and whispered into the ear of the Jezebel.
“Inside and out of the ring.” Madison’s hands massaged her shoulders a bit.
“GODDAMN! BECKY BALFOUR HAS A FAT ASS!!!” Is shouted loud enough from inside the office for both Madison and Jezebel to hear. Madison lowers her hands from her Jobs shoulders and turns and looks toward the office.
“I’ve been called a lot of things before,” Jezebel says out loud. “But Becky Balfour is not one of them.”
“Your ass is certainly fat,” Madison said with an uneven tone to her voice. “But I don’t think he meant you.”
“Then who the fuck is Becky Balfour?” She turned her head to look at Madison.
“The fuck if I know.” Madison shrugged her shoulders before shaking her head. She turned to look back at her partner. “Forget these distractions. Like I said we’re facing The Aces and everyone thinks you’re the weak link of the team. We need to make them regret ever thinking such nonsense.”
Jezebel nodded her head as Madison put some space between the two of them. She turned to face her partner and then crouched down a bit.
“Come at me like I’m your opponent and you want to knock me out.” Madison gestured with her hand for her to come.
“But…” Jezebel stammered nervously, clearly not wanting to harm Madison.
“I ORDER you to come at me with everything you’ve got,” Madison demanded.
The forcefulness of her voice and the command made Jezebel tighten her hands. She stared across at Madison before charging toward her.
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Back inside the office, Jace can be seen having finished off the bottle before scrambling to find a second one. He pops it open and begins to sloppy pour some into the glass. He sat the bottle down and took a drink from the glass. He grabbed his phone and looked down at the document he got in his email that the next HOW show would be in Chicago.
“Fucking Chicago.” Jace scoffs. “I shouldn’t even show up. I’m not booked, nor am I appreciated. No one wants to see any of the new Champions parades around like their shit doesn’t stink.”
He takes another sip of his drink.
“Fucking waste of time.” He says to himself. “I’ll stay right fucking here. Right here and drink my troubles away. Or maybe… maybe I’ll do something else. I got that date with Melissa Daniels on Sunday night. I wonder what Becky Balfour is doing this week. Or maybe I should hit up Whisper…”
A smile creeps over his lips as he focuses on his phone again but the smile soon disappears when he sees the notice attached to the document in big, bold, 97red lettering.
“What the fuck?!” He exclaims. “Attendance mandatory?! Fucking why?! I’m not booked, I have nothing to do that requires me to be in Chicago for that show! Fucking bullshit!”
He tosses his phone across the office before grabbing his glass again. He finishes the remainder of the contents and then starts to pour himself yet another drink.
“Fuck Chicago.” He mumbled, slurring his words a bit. “Fuck Reno too!”
Jace raised the glass into the air and took a drink but managed to spill a good bit of it in the process.
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Back outside in one of the rings, Madison and Jezebel are taking a quick breather and using towels to wipe the sweat from their bodies. Jezebel wipes her face with the towel and then rubbed it through her hair.
“So, what do I need to know about these Aces?” Jezebel inquired. “Like that one girl, Serene, or whatever? Like what is her deal? She’s big mad at me and I don’t understand why.”
Madison waves her hand dismissively before wrapping her towel around her neck.
“Serenity Holmes. She’s Kevin Mears’ new squeeze toy. Her father or something was a legend in this business or something like that. Samantha could probably tell you more about that. What I know is that Serenity is young and that she’s had a lot of success early in her career. She’s won all of these titles and now she thinks that she’s up on some pedestal and that makes her untouchable.” Madison rolled her eyes.
“For someone successful and cocky, she sure threw a temper tantrum like a toddler after Revolution,” Jezebel commented.
Madison nods her head.
“Exactly, in her mind The Aces are far superior to The Kingdom. She thinks that she and her partner had that match won and that it was in the bag. I guess seeing me get that pin and you preventing her from getting in the ring to break it up burst that little ego bubble of hers.” Madison said with venom in her voice.
“All the Championship belts in the world aren’t going to stop you from losing a match against certain opponents,” Jezebel added.
“And let’s talk about how she even won that belt!” Madison threw her hands in the air. “She got into a triple-threat match with Mears and Amy Santino. They double-teamed Amy in that match which turned into more of a handicap match than it did a triple-threat match. And then in the closing moments, Mears just stands there and lets Serenity get the pin on Amy and literally gives her his Championship belt. Only to find out the worst kept secret in the world, they had been fucking.”
“She never really even earned the title then and yet she’s mad at me for what happened at Revolution?!” Jobs looks around like the logic was just going to jump out at her.
“Hypocrites, honestly.” Madison ran her fingers through her hair. “That doesn’t mean she’s just a pushover. She’s good at striking and flying around the ring a bit. Just so happens that she’s not as good at flying around as I am.”
Jezebel nods her head and claps her hands.
“Watching her partner get pinned is going to be seared into the back of her mind,” Madison explained. “I can bet you anything that she’s going to try to do more of the heavy lifting in this match instead of Talia. She’s the one with the title, she’s the one getting into Mears’ pants, and she’s the one that didn’t get pinned. That ego and temper of hers are going to be doing 100 mph in a school zone, guaranteed.”
“What about the other broad?” Jezebel tried soaking in as much information as she could.
“Talia Skye,” Madison answered with a disgusted look on her face. “The bitch that tried to injure my arm during the match on Revolution 7.”
Madison reached up to the shoulder on her arm that Talia worked on during the match and then moved the arm around a bit.
“Are you still in pain? Do you need another massage, Princess?” Jezebel stepped toward Madison but she shook her head.
“I’m fine,” Madison reassured her. “It’s just a little stiff at this point. Now Talia seems to have gotten into some kind of hate-fueled jealousy with me during that last match. That was a lot more than your normal aggression for a random match. I mean if I was Talia then I would be pissed off too. She used to be Unity Champion until her so-called friends let her down and cost them the titles to Makeout Manor sluts. And even now she’s the third… wait no… she’s the 4th wheel in The Aces since everyone likes Mia a lot more than they do her.”
“No way I am letting her try and break your arm in this match,” Jezebel said with a lethal dose of seriousness. “I don’t know what her issue is and I don’t care. If they were mad at me for what happened at Revolution 7 then they haven’t seen anything yet.”
“That’s just the thing.” Madison chimed in. “When she was in the Horsewomen it’s not like they weren’t doing the same damn thing. But now because they got their own tricks used against them suddenly it's a problem? I didn’t think Kevin Mears was a hypocrite but it seems like he has poor choices in the talent that he chooses to surround himself with. That was that Vega girl that didn’t really do anything at all. Talia is full of herself even though she hasn’t been important since the Horsewomen stopped being a thing.”
“All I hear is The Aces this and The Aces that.” Jezebel shakes her head. “They can’t even get a full set of Aces. So, where does all of this unearned entitlement and attitude come from?”
“No one knows but as of this moment, Mears isn’t even under contract I don’t think.” Madison chuckles sarcastically. “Now if we take out Talia? Then you can have Aces with only one person left standing. If she thinks I’m just going to let how she tried to injury slide, then she’s got another thing coming.”
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound can be heard coming from inside of the office. After a moment or two, the office door swings open and Jace staggers out. He makes a beeline for the nearest trash can and begins to vomit into it. Madison slides out of the ring quickly and heads over to him as he slumps down on the floor beside the can.
“What is going on with you?!” Madison kneels, panicked.
“NOTHING! I’m FINE!” Jace chokes out between coughing. “Go finish your training and stop worrying about me.”
It’s only a moment or two after that, that Jace passes out. Madison gets to her feet and heads to the locker room.
“I’m calling Samantha. I think he might have alcohol poisoning.” Madison proclaims in frustration.
Jezebel slides out of the ring and stays with Jace in case he starts to swallow his tongue or worse.
Denver, Colorado
Monday, June 5th, 2023
The streets of Denver were busy on this Monday as the rat race had begun once again now that the weekend was over. People were heading off in different directions all lost in their own little worlds. We focus on vehicle that pulls up to the front of The Kingdom training facility and wrestling school. The back door of the vehicle opens and out steps Sally Carter or as she is known by now Jezebel Jobs. She pulls her gym bag over her shoulder and looks around before Madison Carter slides out of the vehicle behind her. Madison has her gym bag with her and she leans over to pay the Uber driver before the vehicle pulls off.
Madison pulls her bag over her shoulder and lowers the sunglasses she has on. She motions for Jezebel to follow her as they walk to the front of the invite-only training center. Madison reaches out and grabs the handle on the door to open it but finds out that it’s locked shut. Madison groans audibly and then turns to look at her partner.
“Unbelievable! It’s locked, still.” Madison runs her fingers through her hair. “I don’t understand what could be so important.”
“Do you want me to break the door down?” Jezebel offers her tag team partner.
Madison waves her hand dismissively. “No, I can handle this.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. She cycles through her contacts before tapping a name and holding the phone up to her ear.
Jezebel grabs hold of the handle on the door and yanks on it aggressively while Madison waits for the person she called to answer.
“I swear to God if he doesn’t answer…” Madison’s cut off as the call is finally connected.
“What?!” Said the phone on the other end of the call.
“What do you mean, ‘What?!’” Madison asks in a not-so-pleasant tone. “Sally and I are standing out there trying to get into the building. You told us you needed it for something important so we waited and waited and yet the door is still locked.”
“And?” The voice on the other end questioned in a disheartened fashion.
“AND we need to get some training in before Unleashed 7 rolls around this weekend,” Madison stated the obvious. “You know, main event tag team match versus the bitches from The Aces? Kind of important, dontcha think?!”
There is a pause in the conversation as Jezebel keeps jerking at the handle on the door. A sigh is finally heard as the voice speaks up.
“Jesus, FINE!” The sound of random things being moved or knocked off is heard before the person speaks again. “Keep your panties on, I’ll be right there.”
The call is ended as Madison pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it like it offended her. She shakes her head and slides the phone back into her pocket. Madison puts her hand on Jezebel’s shoulder and pulls her away from the handle of the door. Both of them stand there, Jezebel waiting patiently while Madison taps her foot on the ground, already annoyed.
Finally, the sound of keys can be heard on the other side of the door and locks being opened. The door slowly opens allowing both Jezebel and Madison to step inside The Kingdom. Jezebel looks around wide-eyed at the inside of the complex but Madison turns around and folds her arms over her chest.
“You look like absolute shit,” Madison says judgingly.
The door to The Kingdom closes as the person Madison is talking to turns around and rolls his one good eye.
“Always nice to see you too, Maddie.” Jace Parker Davidson says before starting to walk away but Madison follows behind him.
“What the hell have you been doing in here?!” Madison had a demanding tone to her voice.
“I was just in here doing…” Jace pauses and shakes his head. “You know what? You just disregard what I was doing. You’re in here now and everything is fine.”
“You don’t look fine!” Madison fired back.
“Thank you very much, MOM!” Jace shouted. “Are you going to tell me I need to go clean my room now?!”
“I’m damn sure going to tell you to wash behind your ears!” Madison wasn’t about to let Jace out stubborn her. “And maybe get some sleep or some actual rest. You look like you could fall over at any minute.”
Jace stops walking and then turns around to face Madison. The smell of alcohol on his breath kicked harder than Bruce Lee in one of his movies. The way he couldn’t keep his posture and walk in a straight line told Madison everything she needed to know about his current state. He’s been drinking, a lot and showed no signs of stopping.
“Don’t you have a match to train for? That’s why you’re here, right?” Davidson’s tone wasn’t pleasant at all.
“Yes, I do but--” Jace cut off Madison before she could finish.
“Then maybe go and do what you came here to do instead of interrogating me about everything under the goddamn sun!” Jace turns back around and power-walked to his office and slammed the door shut.
Madison just stood there with her mouth open in shock until Jezebel walked up to her.
“Everything okay, Princess?” Jezebel asked with concern in her voice.
Madison didn’t reply at first but she hands her head and exhales.
“Everything is fine. We’re in here now, so let’s hit the locker room and get changed into our wrestling gear. We’ve got work to do.” Madison tried to sound chipper but she was still giving that office door the side eye.
“As you wish, Princess.” Jezebel grabbed her own gym bag and then Madison’s along with it. Madison walked off leading her tag team partner to the ladies' locker room.
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Inside the office inside of The Kingdom, Jace Parker Davidson stand looking at all the Championship belts that he’s collected over the years. His eye scans over them until it lands on the most recent title he’s held and lost. The HOW LSD Championship belt.
“Three hundred fucking days,” Jace mutters to himself. “Three hundred fucking consecutive days and what do I have to show for it?!”
He reaches out and rubs his hand over the design of the LSD Championship.
“Four different reigns with this Championship belt.” Jace reminisces. “One shot of tying the record for the number of reigns but I’ve surpassed seven hundred some-odd days being the LSD Champion in my career. I’ve well-eclipsed everyone else in that category. The next person barely has four hundred total days as Champion.”
His fingertips graze over the intricate details of the gold plate of the Championship.
“I am without a doubt, the greatest LSD Champion of all time…”
His hand drops off of the belt as his voice trails off. He lowers his head and contempt and rage begin to boil in the pit of his stomach. His hand tightens into a fist as he growls through grit teeth.
“So, why is everyone acting like that motherfucker leaving the War Games match with my title is the greatest thing since sliced fucking bread?!” He raises his head slowly. “I just set the record for the longest reign with that belt and everyone’s ‘excited’ to see what he does with it?! FUCK THAT SHIT!” Jace reaches out and punches the wall beside the display of belts.
He shakes his hand out and then slowly walks around his desk. Jace flops down into the chair behind the desk and then pulls open one of the drawers on the desk. He reaches inside and pulls out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Davidson opens the bottle and begins to pour the liquid into the glass.
“Everyone thinks I’m a fucking laughingstock.” Jace grumbles as he finishes pouring the drink.
He raises the bottle into the air and drinks from it instead of the glass in front of him before putting the bottle away.
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Back outside of the office both Jezebel and Madison can be seen standing in one of the wrestling rings inside the facility after changing. Jezebel is stretching but Madison keeps her eyes on the office where Jace had retreated to earlier.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Princess?” Jezebel ponders out loud while continuing to stretch.
“Huh?” Madison replied, startled a bit. “Is what a good idea?”
“You training with me here in the ring before Unleashed.” Jezebel leans back in an arch. “I’m the JOB girl, remember? All I’m good for is laying on my back.”
Madison narrows her eyes and then raised her eyebrow.
“So, you’re saying you’d like Talia and Serenity hurt me in the ring on Saturday night?” Madison placed her hand over her heart.
“Of course not!” Jezebel shouted with intensity. “I would never let anyone hurt you. I would give my body and my well-being to defend you, Princess!”
Madison nodded her head approvingly as she walked around Jezebel.
“And I’m going to need that kind of devotion from you if we’re going to be able to take down The Aces yet again,” Madison said in her best coach’s pep talk. “Jace won’t be out there in the ring with us, neither will Samantha. It’ll be just you and me against them. As much as I love it when you get on your back, I need more out of you.”
“More?” Jobs questioned while trying to keep her composure but goosebumps started to form on her arms. “How do we accomplish that?”
“We train and we train hard,” Madison shouted aggressively. “They think that you are worthless. They think you’re not qualified to hang into the ring with wrestlers of their level. They are expecting Sally FKA, not Da Jester of The Kingdom.”
“The meat shield of The Kingdom.” Jobs said proudly but Madison shook her head.
“Not just a meat shield.” Madison snapped before putting her hand on the small of Jezebel’s back to straighten her posture. “You’re a tag team wrestler, one that by hook or by crook became a tag team Champion. I need more than a shield, I need a partner.”
Madison leaned in close and whispered into the ear of the Jezebel.
“Inside and out of the ring.” Madison’s hands massaged her shoulders a bit.
“GODDAMN! BECKY BALFOUR HAS A FAT ASS!!!” Is shouted loud enough from inside the office for both Madison and Jezebel to hear. Madison lowers her hands from her Jobs shoulders and turns and looks toward the office.
“I’ve been called a lot of things before,” Jezebel says out loud. “But Becky Balfour is not one of them.”
“Your ass is certainly fat,” Madison said with an uneven tone to her voice. “But I don’t think he meant you.”
“Then who the fuck is Becky Balfour?” She turned her head to look at Madison.
“The fuck if I know.” Madison shrugged her shoulders before shaking her head. She turned to look back at her partner. “Forget these distractions. Like I said we’re facing The Aces and everyone thinks you’re the weak link of the team. We need to make them regret ever thinking such nonsense.”
Jezebel nodded her head as Madison put some space between the two of them. She turned to face her partner and then crouched down a bit.
“Come at me like I’m your opponent and you want to knock me out.” Madison gestured with her hand for her to come.
“But…” Jezebel stammered nervously, clearly not wanting to harm Madison.
“I ORDER you to come at me with everything you’ve got,” Madison demanded.
The forcefulness of her voice and the command made Jezebel tighten her hands. She stared across at Madison before charging toward her.
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Back inside the office, Jace can be seen having finished off the bottle before scrambling to find a second one. He pops it open and begins to sloppy pour some into the glass. He sat the bottle down and took a drink from the glass. He grabbed his phone and looked down at the document he got in his email that the next HOW show would be in Chicago.
“Fucking Chicago.” Jace scoffs. “I shouldn’t even show up. I’m not booked, nor am I appreciated. No one wants to see any of the new Champions parades around like their shit doesn’t stink.”
He takes another sip of his drink.
“Fucking waste of time.” He says to himself. “I’ll stay right fucking here. Right here and drink my troubles away. Or maybe… maybe I’ll do something else. I got that date with Melissa Daniels on Sunday night. I wonder what Becky Balfour is doing this week. Or maybe I should hit up Whisper…”
A smile creeps over his lips as he focuses on his phone again but the smile soon disappears when he sees the notice attached to the document in big, bold, 97red lettering.
“What the fuck?!” He exclaims. “Attendance mandatory?! Fucking why?! I’m not booked, I have nothing to do that requires me to be in Chicago for that show! Fucking bullshit!”
He tosses his phone across the office before grabbing his glass again. He finishes the remainder of the contents and then starts to pour himself yet another drink.
“Fuck Chicago.” He mumbled, slurring his words a bit. “Fuck Reno too!”
Jace raised the glass into the air and took a drink but managed to spill a good bit of it in the process.
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Back outside in one of the rings, Madison and Jezebel are taking a quick breather and using towels to wipe the sweat from their bodies. Jezebel wipes her face with the towel and then rubbed it through her hair.
“So, what do I need to know about these Aces?” Jezebel inquired. “Like that one girl, Serene, or whatever? Like what is her deal? She’s big mad at me and I don’t understand why.”
Madison waves her hand dismissively before wrapping her towel around her neck.
“Serenity Holmes. She’s Kevin Mears’ new squeeze toy. Her father or something was a legend in this business or something like that. Samantha could probably tell you more about that. What I know is that Serenity is young and that she’s had a lot of success early in her career. She’s won all of these titles and now she thinks that she’s up on some pedestal and that makes her untouchable.” Madison rolled her eyes.
“For someone successful and cocky, she sure threw a temper tantrum like a toddler after Revolution,” Jezebel commented.
Madison nods her head.
“Exactly, in her mind The Aces are far superior to The Kingdom. She thinks that she and her partner had that match won and that it was in the bag. I guess seeing me get that pin and you preventing her from getting in the ring to break it up burst that little ego bubble of hers.” Madison said with venom in her voice.
“All the Championship belts in the world aren’t going to stop you from losing a match against certain opponents,” Jezebel added.
“And let’s talk about how she even won that belt!” Madison threw her hands in the air. “She got into a triple-threat match with Mears and Amy Santino. They double-teamed Amy in that match which turned into more of a handicap match than it did a triple-threat match. And then in the closing moments, Mears just stands there and lets Serenity get the pin on Amy and literally gives her his Championship belt. Only to find out the worst kept secret in the world, they had been fucking.”
“She never really even earned the title then and yet she’s mad at me for what happened at Revolution?!” Jobs looks around like the logic was just going to jump out at her.
“Hypocrites, honestly.” Madison ran her fingers through her hair. “That doesn’t mean she’s just a pushover. She’s good at striking and flying around the ring a bit. Just so happens that she’s not as good at flying around as I am.”
Jezebel nods her head and claps her hands.
“Watching her partner get pinned is going to be seared into the back of her mind,” Madison explained. “I can bet you anything that she’s going to try to do more of the heavy lifting in this match instead of Talia. She’s the one with the title, she’s the one getting into Mears’ pants, and she’s the one that didn’t get pinned. That ego and temper of hers are going to be doing 100 mph in a school zone, guaranteed.”
“What about the other broad?” Jezebel tried soaking in as much information as she could.
“Talia Skye,” Madison answered with a disgusted look on her face. “The bitch that tried to injure my arm during the match on Revolution 7.”
Madison reached up to the shoulder on her arm that Talia worked on during the match and then moved the arm around a bit.
“Are you still in pain? Do you need another massage, Princess?” Jezebel stepped toward Madison but she shook her head.
“I’m fine,” Madison reassured her. “It’s just a little stiff at this point. Now Talia seems to have gotten into some kind of hate-fueled jealousy with me during that last match. That was a lot more than your normal aggression for a random match. I mean if I was Talia then I would be pissed off too. She used to be Unity Champion until her so-called friends let her down and cost them the titles to Makeout Manor sluts. And even now she’s the third… wait no… she’s the 4th wheel in The Aces since everyone likes Mia a lot more than they do her.”
“No way I am letting her try and break your arm in this match,” Jezebel said with a lethal dose of seriousness. “I don’t know what her issue is and I don’t care. If they were mad at me for what happened at Revolution 7 then they haven’t seen anything yet.”
“That’s just the thing.” Madison chimed in. “When she was in the Horsewomen it’s not like they weren’t doing the same damn thing. But now because they got their own tricks used against them suddenly it's a problem? I didn’t think Kevin Mears was a hypocrite but it seems like he has poor choices in the talent that he chooses to surround himself with. That was that Vega girl that didn’t really do anything at all. Talia is full of herself even though she hasn’t been important since the Horsewomen stopped being a thing.”
“All I hear is The Aces this and The Aces that.” Jezebel shakes her head. “They can’t even get a full set of Aces. So, where does all of this unearned entitlement and attitude come from?”
“No one knows but as of this moment, Mears isn’t even under contract I don’t think.” Madison chuckles sarcastically. “Now if we take out Talia? Then you can have Aces with only one person left standing. If she thinks I’m just going to let how she tried to injury slide, then she’s got another thing coming.”
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound can be heard coming from inside of the office. After a moment or two, the office door swings open and Jace staggers out. He makes a beeline for the nearest trash can and begins to vomit into it. Madison slides out of the ring quickly and heads over to him as he slumps down on the floor beside the can.
“What is going on with you?!” Madison kneels, panicked.
“NOTHING! I’m FINE!” Jace chokes out between coughing. “Go finish your training and stop worrying about me.”
It’s only a moment or two after that, that Jace passes out. Madison gets to her feet and heads to the locker room.
“I’m calling Samantha. I think he might have alcohol poisoning.” Madison proclaims in frustration.
Jezebel slides out of the ring and stays with Jace in case he starts to swallow his tongue or worse.