Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Jul 11, 2023 21:58:15 GMT -5
Inside the Sanctuary estate in Denver, Colorado we find Da Jester of the Kingdom, Jezebel Jobs, seated on the couch in front of the television. She is highly invested in what she is watching on the screen. After a few moments, the Princess of the Kingdom, Madison Carter, makes her way down the stairs and walks behind the couch. Her eyes narrow as she tries to find out exactly what Jezebel is watching. Madison walks around the side before flopping down on the couch beside Jobs.
“What in the world is it that you’re watching?” Madison asks as she crosses one of her legs over the other.
Jezebel doesn’t turn her head or even speak to acknowledge Madison’s presence. The thing that is playing on the television screen has Da Jester fascinated.
“Umm, hello?!” Madison extends her arm and waves her hand up and down in front of Jezebel’s face. Not only did Jezebel not move, she doesn’t even blink. “Unbelievable.” Madison mumbles before she reaches for the remote control.
She raises it into the air and presses a few buttons before the Splat Network logo appears on the screen. This finally causes Jezebel to become animated as she turns her head toward Madison and whines.
“I was watching that and it was just getting to the good part!” Jezebel stomps her feet.
“And what exactly was that?!” Madison raises her eyebrow toward her own Jester.
“I don’t know what it was called.” Jobs folds her arms across her chest. “I just now it was bikini babes with big boobs and bazookas.”
“Uh-huh, well I am sure you’ll get a chance to watch it again later. For now, we need to do some actual work. That means studying up on our opponents coming up at Revolution 8.” Madison cycles through the options available on the Splat Network.
“But we don’t have the same match.” Jezebel scoffed like she was doing an impression of Alicia Silverstone from the movie Clueless.
“I know we don’t have the same match.” Madison rolled her eyes a bit. “However, we are both members of The Kingdom, and you are my pet. That just means we have double the work heading into our matches. So, buckle up you sexy bitch. We’re about to find weaknesses in our opponent's wrestling style.”
Jezebel groaned loudly and then fall back against the cushions on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Madison found the option for UPRISING on the Splat Network and started to play matches that involved Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture. She watches with serious interest as Jezebel turns her head and looks at her.
“You already know you’re tons better and more talented than both of the Unity Champions.” There was a whine in Jezebel’s voice again. “This just seems like a HUUUUGE waste of time.”
“The only things that are huge around here are these…” Madison reached out and grabbed a hold of Jobs’ chest. “And the knot on your head after I whack you for not being invested and not walking out of your match with a victory.”
There is a grunt that comes from Jezebel as she begins to move her foot up and down in an annoyed manner. Madison continues to watch the TV screen until Jobs finally verbalizes her issue.
“One of the people in my match is that Trixie Decker person.” If Jezebel had spit, the table in front of them would have begun to dissolve from the actual venom in her voice. “And from what I’ve seen I’m not exactly sure if you’re going to be pulling for her or me to win that match.”
Madison turns her head away from the screen and looked at Jezebel. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly how it sounds.” Jobs replied. “That doesn’t even make sense!” Madison fired back. “It just means that I’ve seen how into you Decker seems. You don’t exactly turn away her advances either. So, excuse me if I seem less than enthusiastic to face off against your possible future fiance.”
“Oh, dear.” Madison reached out and placed her hand under Jezebel’s chin. “Yes, I have a history with Trixie and I don’t exactly hate her. That doesn’t mean I would just pull for her to win over you. Trixie is Trixie but you are my Jester, my pet, forever and always.” Madison leans forward and placed a soft kiss on Jobs’ lips.
Jezebel melted a bit but tried to pretend to be still upset. “Well, I doubt we’re going to find any of her matches on the Splat Network. Does that mean we can turn back to my show?”
“No, it does not,” Madison answered before turning back to the TV screen. “Trixie might not have any matches on the Splat Network that I know off the top of my head but I am familiar with her. Trixie is one of those people that likes to hurt and torture her opponents. She’s willing to do things beyond the rules of a wrestling match.” Madison thinks for a moment. “Honestly, Trixie Decker is a psychopath that decided to wrestle for a living. The bloodier or more sexual the match gets, the more she’ll love it.”
Jezebel’s eyebrows move as her interest is clearly piqued by the information that Madison just gave her. “Does that mean that I can strip down in the middle of the ring to distract her?”
Madison snapped her head to look at Jezebel. “What? NO!” Madison said with a sound of authority in her voice. “I command you not to strip at all during that match to distract Trixie because then you’ll be distracted. Besides, if you’re going to do what I think you’re planning to do that needs to be done behind closed doors with me right there with the both of you.”
Jezebel pouts a bit but doesn’t dare question Madison’s order. “Can I at least bite her then?” Jobs gave Madison her best puppy dog eyes.
“I would be offended if you didn’t bite her,” Madison responded confidently. “You can do anything you want to try and win the match. Just don’t make it sexual. Sexual treats are for winners.”
Jezebel nodded her head and ran her tongue over her teeth. “I’m going to bite into her like an overcooked steak from a Waffle House at 3 am.”
“That… somehow still sounds a bit sexual,” Madison adds with a nervous chuckle. “Let’s not forget that you have another person in your match outside of Trixie.”
“You mean the chick that talks like she’s trying to suck five dicks at the same time?” Jezebel waves her hand dismissively. “I forgot that she even works for UPRISING.”
“I don’t think she’s had a match since you got fucking dismantled by GORGO,” Madison recalls. “I also don’t think that’s bothered her in the slightest bit either. She’s not exactly trying to climb the rankings here in UPRISING.” Madison shakes her head and then points her index finger at Da Jester. “Still, you are not to dismiss her in this match!”
“Ugh, FINE!” Jobs says in an exasperated tone. “What do I need to know about her in the ring?”
Madison blinks of couple times trying to come up with a serious answer. “Earplugs.” Jezebel’s face scrunches up. “Earplugs?” Madison confirms that Jobs heard her correctly. “Yes, earplugs. The most dangerous thing Azzy can do to anyone is grab a microphone and start talking. Without earplugs, you’ll be left in a daze of confusion and you’ll pass out from the loss of blood in your body because your ears will bleed.”
Jezebel glares at Madison, questioning if she was serious but after looking at her for an extended period of time, she makes a note to buy earplugs.
“Sooo…” Jezebel drags out the word while cutting her eyes over at Madison. “About your match at Revolution.” Jobs reached out and began to twirl her hair around her finger. “What about it?” Madison turns her focus back to the screen. “You’re totally just going to beat the bitches ass, right?” Jezebel inquires. “Like she talked shit about you, said you couldn’t win her belt. So, clearly, the plan must be to attack her and then feed her to the other bitches, correct?”
“I mean… yes and no.” Madison sighed. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. Stabbing Serenity in the back and watching one of The Aces suffer is a delicious thought. Then again, maybe she has the same idea and will try and do that to me.”
“I’ll kill her!” Jezebel interjected.
“All of this was quite simple until the fake-ass Unity Champions had to open their mouths.” There is clear disdain in Madison’s voice. “I’ve beaten their asses more than once so far after they had the nerve to attack me on Marisol’s orders. And what do they do? They whine about it. They complain about it but then turn around and literally beg Serenity not to show up so that they can face me 2 on 1 at Revolution.”
A sadistic laugh boils out from deep inside Madison’s core. “Like I wouldn’t fight both of them by myself willingly. They want to act all high and mighty but they are worthless. Besides, if their idea of revenge against me is begging my partner not to show up then obviously they’re already drowning in the shallow end of the pool.”
“I would never let either of them fight you 2 on 1,” Jezebel growled. “I would rip their heads from their bodies and wipe my ass with them!”
“That’s the thing that they don’t realize.” Madison chimed in. “I am never alone. I have you, I have Jace and Samantha. We outnumber them and yet they want to talk shit? They should have just kept their heads down and trained like they’ve never trained before. But nope, not those two. They are so needy for attention and recognition that it clouds their judgment on literally everything. They need to know when they are outclassed and should just fly under the radar. It’s like they intentionally do the opposite of anything that makes actual sense.”
“They lost the plot completely.” Jezebel extends her arms out in front of you. “You and Serenity have beef. The entire Kingdom has beef with the Aces and vice versa. All they had to do was shut the fuck up and let it all self-destruct right in front of them. Then save your shit-talking for when you actually accomplished something.”
“That’s the thing, though.” Madison gestures to the screen. “They think they’ve accomplished every fucking thing. They are high off of their own fumes. They brag about being the Limitless World Tag Team Champions but that place has two sets of tag titles. They aren’t even good enough to be the sole tag champs of that company.” Madison runs her fingers through her hair. “And don’t get me started on the Unity Championship belts. Yes, they hold them, but why do they hold them?”
“Cause the division sucks?” Jezebel took a wild guess.
“It does suck but that’s not it.” Madison wags her finger at Jobs. “They have them because Talia’s horsewomen friends had to literally Amber Heard the bed for them to win the belts. Since then what have they done? Can you remember a match they’ve had with the titles on the line that you looked at and thought wow that was amazing?”
“Not a single one.” Jezebel responded.
“That’s because they’ve only been Unity Champions since Equinox II,” Madison revealed. “And since then they’ve defended those titles one time. Against the Heroes for Hire and they BARELY beat them. Yet, they act like they are the top draws in this company, why? They have done nothing of importance and haven’t beaten anyone that matters. And now they are talking about some International tournament where if you’ve lost to them then you can’t enter it?”
“So… Two members of the Heroes for Hire and Talia Skye? Impressive.” Jezebel’s sarcasm was undeniable.
“Oh, they think me and Serenity will be the next ones on the list.” Madison rolls her eyes again. “But the dumbasses don’t realize the titles aren’t on the line. So, even IF they somehow beat us. Why should that affect my ability to challenge for the belts with anyone I choose? Serenity and I aren’t an official tag team. But here these cunts think they can not only run an International tournament just because they had a dumb idea. And then decide who does and does not get to challenge.”
“How many times do we have to beat their asses for the light bulb in their heads to finally click on?” Jezebel fusses with her top.
“It’ll never click for either of them.” Madison lets her head fall backward. “They think they have some kind of power in UPRISING because they cling to Marisol like Matt Knox to a new federation that opens. Marisol might be Jackson’s daughter but even he is that fucking stupid. Like, they flip-flop so much it’s hard to comprehend anything. ‘We’re the best and we’re Champions in two companies!’ Okay, if you were so good, why did The One Percent literally die? Why didn’t you two lead them to the top of the mountain?”
“Or the whole ‘I do my workouts in private but here’s me working out, please stare at my ass the entire time!’” Jobs chuckled. “You fucking burned her with your response to that stupidity.”
“Ohhh but I’m a skank.” Madison reminds her. “They said it so it must be true. Why am I a skank? Because I am comfortable in my own skin or maybe it’s because I work at the Rabbit? However, when they post thot pics and all it's fine? Wait, sorry. They don’t post thot pics, they post sadness. When we post pics, we got all kinds of people both males and females falling all over themselves. They post pics and literally no one notices, no one cares. That’s jealousy 101. And now because they don't know when to shut up, Serenity and I are united in the common goal of stomping their asses.”
“As much as I love laughing at dumb people.” Jezebel begins. “Seriously, what are you going to do when you beat them?”
“WHEN I beat them then you’re damn right I expect my title match,” Madison said with emphasis. “Doesn’t mean I can’t challenge Serenity for the Silver State Championship. WHEN I embarrass them on Revolution, it doesn’t mean that I have to be the one in the title match. Even though I really want to be the one to take those titles from them.”
“Make them put them on the line at Revolution!” Jezebel suggested.
“Come on now, you know that’s never going to happen.” Madison blew off the idea. “These are the two women that begged Serenity to let them face me 2 on 1. No way in hell they will willingly put the titles on the line at Revolution. They’ll go into their whole ‘You haven’t earned a shot at our belts’ bullshit to cover for the fact that they are scared.” Jezebel nodded her head. “So, I’ll play it by ear. If I can’t face Serenity for her title at Solstice III then I’ll challenge for the Unity titles. Maybe It’ll be me and you, maybe it’ll be Jace and me. There are four of us and we can use any combination or just show up at full strength.”
“That’s just going to cause a lot of whining on their part,” Jezebel admitted.
“I’ve run out of fucks to give about that.” Madison got comfortable in her seat. “They should know from experience that you don’t get to Molly Hatchet and Griffin Hawkins a Championship belt in this company anymore. All that lazy, whiny, I want to control every aspect of everything bullshit is dead. And their title reign will be also before this season ends.”
Madison and Jezebel hug before Jezebel speaks up.
“If you’re honestly going to make me sit through this shit, can we at least get some food?” Jobs placed her hand over her stomach.
“Doordash sounds good, I think we have enough alcohol to make these at least half enjoyable.” Madison pulled out her phone.
Jezebel pulled off her top and rose to her feet. “Food, booze, and I’m putting on a bikini because why the fuck not?!”
“You’re just trying to distract me!” Madison complained.
“Girl, I’m trying to distract me!” Jezebel protested. “Getting fed, drunk, and horny is the only way I am going to survive this film study session!”
Madison reached out and smacked Jezebel on the butt. It causes her to squeal a bit before she turns and looks at her. "May I, Princess?" Jezebel bends over and asks permission.
"Yes, you may, but hurry back because I'm not going to let you get out of this!" Madison demanded. Jezebel blew Madison a kiss before turning to race up the stairs to find something a lot more revealing as Madison shook her head.
“What in the world is it that you’re watching?” Madison asks as she crosses one of her legs over the other.
Jezebel doesn’t turn her head or even speak to acknowledge Madison’s presence. The thing that is playing on the television screen has Da Jester fascinated.
“Umm, hello?!” Madison extends her arm and waves her hand up and down in front of Jezebel’s face. Not only did Jezebel not move, she doesn’t even blink. “Unbelievable.” Madison mumbles before she reaches for the remote control.
She raises it into the air and presses a few buttons before the Splat Network logo appears on the screen. This finally causes Jezebel to become animated as she turns her head toward Madison and whines.
“I was watching that and it was just getting to the good part!” Jezebel stomps her feet.
“And what exactly was that?!” Madison raises her eyebrow toward her own Jester.
“I don’t know what it was called.” Jobs folds her arms across her chest. “I just now it was bikini babes with big boobs and bazookas.”
“Uh-huh, well I am sure you’ll get a chance to watch it again later. For now, we need to do some actual work. That means studying up on our opponents coming up at Revolution 8.” Madison cycles through the options available on the Splat Network.
“But we don’t have the same match.” Jezebel scoffed like she was doing an impression of Alicia Silverstone from the movie Clueless.
“I know we don’t have the same match.” Madison rolled her eyes a bit. “However, we are both members of The Kingdom, and you are my pet. That just means we have double the work heading into our matches. So, buckle up you sexy bitch. We’re about to find weaknesses in our opponent's wrestling style.”
Jezebel groaned loudly and then fall back against the cushions on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Madison found the option for UPRISING on the Splat Network and started to play matches that involved Juliana Mendoza and Emma Couture. She watches with serious interest as Jezebel turns her head and looks at her.
“You already know you’re tons better and more talented than both of the Unity Champions.” There was a whine in Jezebel’s voice again. “This just seems like a HUUUUGE waste of time.”
“The only things that are huge around here are these…” Madison reached out and grabbed a hold of Jobs’ chest. “And the knot on your head after I whack you for not being invested and not walking out of your match with a victory.”
There is a grunt that comes from Jezebel as she begins to move her foot up and down in an annoyed manner. Madison continues to watch the TV screen until Jobs finally verbalizes her issue.
“One of the people in my match is that Trixie Decker person.” If Jezebel had spit, the table in front of them would have begun to dissolve from the actual venom in her voice. “And from what I’ve seen I’m not exactly sure if you’re going to be pulling for her or me to win that match.”
Madison turns her head away from the screen and looked at Jezebel. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly how it sounds.” Jobs replied. “That doesn’t even make sense!” Madison fired back. “It just means that I’ve seen how into you Decker seems. You don’t exactly turn away her advances either. So, excuse me if I seem less than enthusiastic to face off against your possible future fiance.”
“Oh, dear.” Madison reached out and placed her hand under Jezebel’s chin. “Yes, I have a history with Trixie and I don’t exactly hate her. That doesn’t mean I would just pull for her to win over you. Trixie is Trixie but you are my Jester, my pet, forever and always.” Madison leans forward and placed a soft kiss on Jobs’ lips.
Jezebel melted a bit but tried to pretend to be still upset. “Well, I doubt we’re going to find any of her matches on the Splat Network. Does that mean we can turn back to my show?”
“No, it does not,” Madison answered before turning back to the TV screen. “Trixie might not have any matches on the Splat Network that I know off the top of my head but I am familiar with her. Trixie is one of those people that likes to hurt and torture her opponents. She’s willing to do things beyond the rules of a wrestling match.” Madison thinks for a moment. “Honestly, Trixie Decker is a psychopath that decided to wrestle for a living. The bloodier or more sexual the match gets, the more she’ll love it.”
Jezebel’s eyebrows move as her interest is clearly piqued by the information that Madison just gave her. “Does that mean that I can strip down in the middle of the ring to distract her?”
Madison snapped her head to look at Jezebel. “What? NO!” Madison said with a sound of authority in her voice. “I command you not to strip at all during that match to distract Trixie because then you’ll be distracted. Besides, if you’re going to do what I think you’re planning to do that needs to be done behind closed doors with me right there with the both of you.”
Jezebel pouts a bit but doesn’t dare question Madison’s order. “Can I at least bite her then?” Jobs gave Madison her best puppy dog eyes.
“I would be offended if you didn’t bite her,” Madison responded confidently. “You can do anything you want to try and win the match. Just don’t make it sexual. Sexual treats are for winners.”
Jezebel nodded her head and ran her tongue over her teeth. “I’m going to bite into her like an overcooked steak from a Waffle House at 3 am.”
“That… somehow still sounds a bit sexual,” Madison adds with a nervous chuckle. “Let’s not forget that you have another person in your match outside of Trixie.”
“You mean the chick that talks like she’s trying to suck five dicks at the same time?” Jezebel waves her hand dismissively. “I forgot that she even works for UPRISING.”
“I don’t think she’s had a match since you got fucking dismantled by GORGO,” Madison recalls. “I also don’t think that’s bothered her in the slightest bit either. She’s not exactly trying to climb the rankings here in UPRISING.” Madison shakes her head and then points her index finger at Da Jester. “Still, you are not to dismiss her in this match!”
“Ugh, FINE!” Jobs says in an exasperated tone. “What do I need to know about her in the ring?”
Madison blinks of couple times trying to come up with a serious answer. “Earplugs.” Jezebel’s face scrunches up. “Earplugs?” Madison confirms that Jobs heard her correctly. “Yes, earplugs. The most dangerous thing Azzy can do to anyone is grab a microphone and start talking. Without earplugs, you’ll be left in a daze of confusion and you’ll pass out from the loss of blood in your body because your ears will bleed.”
Jezebel glares at Madison, questioning if she was serious but after looking at her for an extended period of time, she makes a note to buy earplugs.
“Sooo…” Jezebel drags out the word while cutting her eyes over at Madison. “About your match at Revolution.” Jobs reached out and began to twirl her hair around her finger. “What about it?” Madison turns her focus back to the screen. “You’re totally just going to beat the bitches ass, right?” Jezebel inquires. “Like she talked shit about you, said you couldn’t win her belt. So, clearly, the plan must be to attack her and then feed her to the other bitches, correct?”
“I mean… yes and no.” Madison sighed. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. Stabbing Serenity in the back and watching one of The Aces suffer is a delicious thought. Then again, maybe she has the same idea and will try and do that to me.”
“I’ll kill her!” Jezebel interjected.
“All of this was quite simple until the fake-ass Unity Champions had to open their mouths.” There is clear disdain in Madison’s voice. “I’ve beaten their asses more than once so far after they had the nerve to attack me on Marisol’s orders. And what do they do? They whine about it. They complain about it but then turn around and literally beg Serenity not to show up so that they can face me 2 on 1 at Revolution.”
A sadistic laugh boils out from deep inside Madison’s core. “Like I wouldn’t fight both of them by myself willingly. They want to act all high and mighty but they are worthless. Besides, if their idea of revenge against me is begging my partner not to show up then obviously they’re already drowning in the shallow end of the pool.”
“I would never let either of them fight you 2 on 1,” Jezebel growled. “I would rip their heads from their bodies and wipe my ass with them!”
“That’s the thing that they don’t realize.” Madison chimed in. “I am never alone. I have you, I have Jace and Samantha. We outnumber them and yet they want to talk shit? They should have just kept their heads down and trained like they’ve never trained before. But nope, not those two. They are so needy for attention and recognition that it clouds their judgment on literally everything. They need to know when they are outclassed and should just fly under the radar. It’s like they intentionally do the opposite of anything that makes actual sense.”
“They lost the plot completely.” Jezebel extends her arms out in front of you. “You and Serenity have beef. The entire Kingdom has beef with the Aces and vice versa. All they had to do was shut the fuck up and let it all self-destruct right in front of them. Then save your shit-talking for when you actually accomplished something.”
“That’s the thing, though.” Madison gestures to the screen. “They think they’ve accomplished every fucking thing. They are high off of their own fumes. They brag about being the Limitless World Tag Team Champions but that place has two sets of tag titles. They aren’t even good enough to be the sole tag champs of that company.” Madison runs her fingers through her hair. “And don’t get me started on the Unity Championship belts. Yes, they hold them, but why do they hold them?”
“Cause the division sucks?” Jezebel took a wild guess.
“It does suck but that’s not it.” Madison wags her finger at Jobs. “They have them because Talia’s horsewomen friends had to literally Amber Heard the bed for them to win the belts. Since then what have they done? Can you remember a match they’ve had with the titles on the line that you looked at and thought wow that was amazing?”
“Not a single one.” Jezebel responded.
“That’s because they’ve only been Unity Champions since Equinox II,” Madison revealed. “And since then they’ve defended those titles one time. Against the Heroes for Hire and they BARELY beat them. Yet, they act like they are the top draws in this company, why? They have done nothing of importance and haven’t beaten anyone that matters. And now they are talking about some International tournament where if you’ve lost to them then you can’t enter it?”
“So… Two members of the Heroes for Hire and Talia Skye? Impressive.” Jezebel’s sarcasm was undeniable.
“Oh, they think me and Serenity will be the next ones on the list.” Madison rolls her eyes again. “But the dumbasses don’t realize the titles aren’t on the line. So, even IF they somehow beat us. Why should that affect my ability to challenge for the belts with anyone I choose? Serenity and I aren’t an official tag team. But here these cunts think they can not only run an International tournament just because they had a dumb idea. And then decide who does and does not get to challenge.”
“How many times do we have to beat their asses for the light bulb in their heads to finally click on?” Jezebel fusses with her top.
“It’ll never click for either of them.” Madison lets her head fall backward. “They think they have some kind of power in UPRISING because they cling to Marisol like Matt Knox to a new federation that opens. Marisol might be Jackson’s daughter but even he is that fucking stupid. Like, they flip-flop so much it’s hard to comprehend anything. ‘We’re the best and we’re Champions in two companies!’ Okay, if you were so good, why did The One Percent literally die? Why didn’t you two lead them to the top of the mountain?”
“Or the whole ‘I do my workouts in private but here’s me working out, please stare at my ass the entire time!’” Jobs chuckled. “You fucking burned her with your response to that stupidity.”
“Ohhh but I’m a skank.” Madison reminds her. “They said it so it must be true. Why am I a skank? Because I am comfortable in my own skin or maybe it’s because I work at the Rabbit? However, when they post thot pics and all it's fine? Wait, sorry. They don’t post thot pics, they post sadness. When we post pics, we got all kinds of people both males and females falling all over themselves. They post pics and literally no one notices, no one cares. That’s jealousy 101. And now because they don't know when to shut up, Serenity and I are united in the common goal of stomping their asses.”
“As much as I love laughing at dumb people.” Jezebel begins. “Seriously, what are you going to do when you beat them?”
“WHEN I beat them then you’re damn right I expect my title match,” Madison said with emphasis. “Doesn’t mean I can’t challenge Serenity for the Silver State Championship. WHEN I embarrass them on Revolution, it doesn’t mean that I have to be the one in the title match. Even though I really want to be the one to take those titles from them.”
“Make them put them on the line at Revolution!” Jezebel suggested.
“Come on now, you know that’s never going to happen.” Madison blew off the idea. “These are the two women that begged Serenity to let them face me 2 on 1. No way in hell they will willingly put the titles on the line at Revolution. They’ll go into their whole ‘You haven’t earned a shot at our belts’ bullshit to cover for the fact that they are scared.” Jezebel nodded her head. “So, I’ll play it by ear. If I can’t face Serenity for her title at Solstice III then I’ll challenge for the Unity titles. Maybe It’ll be me and you, maybe it’ll be Jace and me. There are four of us and we can use any combination or just show up at full strength.”
“That’s just going to cause a lot of whining on their part,” Jezebel admitted.
“I’ve run out of fucks to give about that.” Madison got comfortable in her seat. “They should know from experience that you don’t get to Molly Hatchet and Griffin Hawkins a Championship belt in this company anymore. All that lazy, whiny, I want to control every aspect of everything bullshit is dead. And their title reign will be also before this season ends.”
Madison and Jezebel hug before Jezebel speaks up.
“If you’re honestly going to make me sit through this shit, can we at least get some food?” Jobs placed her hand over her stomach.
“Doordash sounds good, I think we have enough alcohol to make these at least half enjoyable.” Madison pulled out her phone.
Jezebel pulled off her top and rose to her feet. “Food, booze, and I’m putting on a bikini because why the fuck not?!”
“You’re just trying to distract me!” Madison complained.
“Girl, I’m trying to distract me!” Jezebel protested. “Getting fed, drunk, and horny is the only way I am going to survive this film study session!”
Madison reached out and smacked Jezebel on the butt. It causes her to squeal a bit before she turns and looks at her. "May I, Princess?" Jezebel bends over and asks permission.
"Yes, you may, but hurry back because I'm not going to let you get out of this!" Madison demanded. Jezebel blew Madison a kiss before turning to race up the stairs to find something a lot more revealing as Madison shook her head.