Post by tirri on Sept 10, 2021 3:34:27 GMT -5
Wrong house boys (off-cam)
(Wake up Jenny, WAKE UP)
Jenny stirred. She felt groggy, with a thudding pain on the side of her head. Her eyelids felt heavy, and opening them was tantamount to lifting a two ton boulder. And it was for naught as she could barely make out anything out of her blurred vision.
(Don’t make a sound, don’t move)
The voice in her head warned her. She felt a coarse rope binding her wrists and ankles. Confusion spread through her, what had happened?
(I’ll show you)
Images began to flash in her mind. Doorbell ringing. A voice, asking her name. Then darkness. Someone had attacked her. Anger built up in her, but she felt weak.
“I can see you are awake Ms. Rivers. No point in faking.” She heard a voice. A peculiarly soft one, tinged with an accent she could place. She fought her eyes open and tried to focus her gaze.
“Wh… who are.. .you?” She groaned, her throat feeling dry.
“Looks like Kazuo struck you harder than he thought.” The voice spoke again, this time closer. “Who I am is irrelevant, who we represent is not.”
Slowly but surely Jenny managed to focus her sight and could see who was infront of her. It was an asian man, dressed in a sharp, white suit. Mid-thirties by the looks of it. His facial features could be called kind, even handsome, but his eyes had nothing but coldness in them. Queenie glanced down and saw that the man was missing a fingertip.
“Yakuza?” She breathed in disbelief.
“I see you are as perceptive as we expected.” The man chuckled, reaching over to raise Jenny’s face by the chin, staring her in the eye. “Your cousin really needs to rethink who he disrespects. He chose the wrong side of the family to take after. So our business associate asked us to sent him a message on which family he should stand for… and Kazoka always come through with promises.”
The man landed a rapid backhand on Jenny’s face, and she began to taste iron, suggesting she had busted a lip or a nose. Through the haze of the situation Jenny tried to piece together the situation. Cousin? Had to be Knox. “Knox… won’t care…” she muttered under her breath. Looking around her from under her eyelids she counted 4 men in the room on top of the one speaking. All of them large, burly goons. A wave of panic hit her as she realized there was no way out. If they wanted her dead, she couldn’t stop them. She fiddled her feet a bit, realizing that the bindings on her ankles were loose enough that she could slip her legs free if she was careful. Or if she was pushed down.
“It is the principle of it. Honor demands retribution. Not like a loose woman like you knows anything about such a thing.” The man spoke with disdain. “You wrestlers are all the same. Used up toys with no other way to make a living.”
Suddenly slight movement caught Jenny’s attention, and she realized that the door to the basement was cracked open. She was convinced she had closed it during the evening… so that meant only one thing. A sense of calm spread through her as she felt Queenie slipping in to take over. For a situation like this, she didn’t mind it. “Oh well. Atleast I am the master of my own destiny, and not a lapdog for some old motherfucker” Queenie spoke defiantly, raising her head to stare at the man straight in the face, her voice taking a mocking tone and a grin painting her bloodied lips.
The yakuza seemed confused by her change of demeanor, ultimately deciding it was nothing more than empty bravado and almost off-handedly punched her in the face, causing the chair to tip over. Queenie landed hard on the ground, feeling the air blown out of her lungs as the man stepped over and leant in to spit in her face. “If I had more time I would teach you some manners. But unfortunately I have more pressing matters to attend to, so I am just going to finish this quickly.” He pulled a long blade from a scabbard on his hip and looked at it. “It’s a shame to stain a fine blade like this with the blood of a whore.”
The blade reflected moonlight, and from her position Queenie caught sight of a form moving in the corner. She began chuckling, leading to the man to look down with a raised bow. “Don’t worry darling… my blood won’t stain your blade.” she spoke with honey in her voice and in one fluid motion free’d her legs and sprung upwards, kicking the blade off and hooking her legs around the man’s throat. “Move and he dies.” She quickly muttered to the men surrounding them, causing them to back off. She then leant over to speak to the man, still squeezing the life out of him with her thighs. “See boys… you broke into the wrong house…”
One of the men surrounding the pair suddenly yelped as he was lifted off the ground, his head smashed into the ceiling with enough force to break his neck in an instant. The other 3 turned around, and from the shadows emerged Supreme Machine. His gaze locked at the biggest of the goons he moved forward swatting a smaller man who charged him aside effortlessly. The big goon pulled a blade of his own and took a swing, cutting a deep gash into the side of the monster, but it wasn’t enough as SuMa grabbed him by the throat and in one quick motion crushed his windpipe with one hand, throwing his limp body at another man who was about to take a swing at SuMa.
The two men fell and SuMa walked over to them, moving the limp body of the biggest goon aside and planting his boot on the chest of the still living one. He cocked his head from left to right as the downed man begged and pleaded, raised his foot and stamped it down with all his might, caving in the man's chest effortlessly. A sound of a doorlock being fiddled with could be heard and SuMa’s head quickly snapped towards the sound, the last goon was desperately trying to escape the house. But it was for naught. In a quick leap SuMa was on him, crushing his wrist with an iron grip and lifting him up. The last goon tried to kick the monster, dangling in midair. SuMa was about to land the killing blow when Queenie interjected. “Wait. Please.”
SuMa tightened his grip, the sound of pulverizing bone sickeningly bouncing off the walls, but that was all he did. He sneered, but waited as Queenie, who was still keeping the leader incapacitated but alive with carefully applied cycles of pressure and relief leaned in. “Translate to your goon and I might let you live.” She muttered to the leader, who nodded, as much as he could.
“Tell your bosses that Any further attempt at us will be met with retribution. Tell your bosses that whatever Knox has done will be light compared to what we can do. Tell your bosses that this was your last warning.”
The leader translated to the goon who responded with a weak acknowledgement. Queenie nodded to SuMa who opened the door and threw the goon out of the house, then walking towards the pair on the ground. “What about him” He asked Queenie with a low voice.
“You promised to let me live” The desperate man pleaded.
Queenie tapped her chin thoughtfully and let out a manic giggle. “Keeping my word would be honorable yes… but like you said…” she leaned in, her voice taking a malicious, cold tone. “What do I know about honor…” She began laughing to the man's face as she squeezed harder and harder, until he stopped trashing and life drained from his features. She released the hold and stood up, stretching. “You know big guy, repairing that ceiling is gonna cost me a fortune. I mean. I appreciate the save, but did you HAVE to break things to do it?”
Even SuMa is amused by her cold nonchalance, shrugging. “We’ll be careful next time.” He responded and began moving towards the basement.
“Oh no you don’t” Queenie stopped him by grabbing his hand. “You will help me get rid of these before I’ll let you crawl into your basement.”
SuMa glanced at her, pondering his options before grabbing one of the corpses by the scruff of the neck and growling. “Fine…”
Queenie winked and fished out her phone. “What the fuck did you get me mixed into this time Knox?” She typed into the phone and pressed send.
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Road to TFH (oncam)
The view opens up to show the paint-faced femme fatale of Levelup Wrestling lounging on a couch with the Courage championship draped around her waist. She’s stretching like a cat with a content smile on her face as she absentmindedly caresses the titlebelt.
“All is good in the world… Lil’Goldie found a home with an owner that truly, truly loves her and Queenie showed that she is more than just a pretty face and a smoking body. What a rush it was too, running that gauntlet, climbing that ladder and grabbing Lil’Goldie from under the noses of everyone involved!”
She giggles like a schoolgirl and unclasps the belt from her waist, giving it a big kiss and nuzzling her cheek into the faceplate.
“But DMC was just the start! Lil’Goldie here means I get to be in the threeway at Tri-Force heroes for the Triforce title. Dancing with Siddy and Sheppy for a right to get right at the top at Final Fantasy. Sadly that means I need to give away Lil’Goldie, but I promise you and her that it will be a real whirlwind romance… We’ll do ALL the things I’ve always wanted to do with her and when we part I will shed a tear not of sadness but of joy because I know that it is but the start of a new chapter and thanks to the experiences I had with her I will be ready for bigger challenges. But you never forget your first…”
Another kiss for the title follows before she gently places it down on a plush cushion next to her and stands up, only to hop on the backrest, perching on the thin surface like a gopnik.
“But before we get there… here comes EXP13 and a 6 person multiplayer match. And would ya look at that, Queenie is getting to rub shoulders with the Big Bad Final Boss herself, Maggie Lockheart! As well as the oh-so-delightful Power champion Duncan Shepard. Some might claim it is the collection of the mightiest individuals in all of LevelUp, even if Siddy isn’t part of the equation! And as for our opponents… its the Time Jumpers! Now, my record in multiplayer matches isn’t stellar, atleast outside of teaming with the Big guy, but then again, Lil’ol me IS the runner in the Multiplayer-tournament… So I’m not that bad. Not like I’ve dropped them left and right like one of my dear, dear partners”
Queenie taps her chin thoughtfully and flips off the backrest, landing on her feet and leaning against it to give the camera a good look of her cleavage, a move that judging by the mischievous smirk on her face, is intentional.
“Now, Magdalena Lockheart. Maggie. Mags. She REALLY isn’t one for multiplayer matches. We all know that. She knows it. The Time Jumpers know it. So I can bet they’ll try to target her to take advantage. But the way I see it, it just could be a succession of bad partners. Who knows. Who cares. I’m gonna be taking immense pleasure and joy to be able to be right next to her in the apron… She is after all a woman after my own heart. Badass. Pretty… Smart… and with a darkside that would make the big guy hesitate. Just a perfect storm of checking all of Queenie’s boxes. Sheppy joked in twitter how he’s been breathing down her neck in the leaderboards for a while now, metaphorically. Well… I wouldn’t mind breathing down her neck literally. She is everything I strive to be… and thus she is the perfect role model AND the perfect target to go after… I mean, if you don’t try to beat your idols… why are you even in this sport?”
She chuckles and hops over the backrest to sit on the couch again, picking up the Courage belt and putting it on her lap, once again petting it like it was a cat or something.
“Then there is Sheppy. The almost undefeated Power Champion. The things he did to that old fart at DMC made feel funny in all the right places. After all, what is a pretty face and a rocking body without a mean streak? Sheppy is so impressive I feel the instinctual need to swoon whenever he is on the screen. So to get to be within arms reach of him… mmm… what else could a girl ask for? I simply can’t WAIT until Tri-Force Heroes where I get to be manhandled by him, maybe even tag teamed by him and Siddy… These are the moments to die for. Such a rush to think about.”
Queenie picks the Courage belt up and presents it to the camera momentarily.
“Now, I know that there is a chance that none of us three is gonna actually MAKE it to TFH, since Siddy is defending Goldie at EXP13, Sheppy is gonna defend at EXP14 and me… Logically it would mean I am defending Lil’Goldie at EXP15. But a girls gotta have some faith you know? A threesome with Siddy and Sheppy is just the kind of a thing that dreams are made of. The Queen and her two consorts.”
She pauses and leans back, a dreamy look rising to her face as she hugs the Courage title against her chest. A content sigh escapes her lips before she shakes her head and snaps out of it.
“One more thing. I haven’t really talked about the TIme Jumpers too much I know. Don’t take it as a slight against you, since you really are a rather impressive unit. Even with the third wheel you added. But in all honesty you don’t pique my interest too much. I am not a multiplayer wrestler, I hold no desire to enter that division. So I haven’t paid TOO much attention, and regardless of the result… I probably won’t be. Not because I don’t think you are worthy of paying attention, you definitely are, you just aren’t within my sphere of interest. Now if one or more of you decide to take the plunge on singles competition, especially the Courage division… Then all that changes and then I’ll be watching you intently. Up close and personal. Uncomfortably close. But as things stand right now? I’ll have fun with you, go with my instincts and either it’s enough or it isn’t. With bigger things in the future, you really can’t get caught up in small things like this.”
Queenie stands up and raises the Courage title above her head with one hand, staring up to like a lover looks at her chosen.
“DMC had the happiest of endings. It’s time to embark on a new journey. And it begins at EXP13. Mags Sheppy. Time Jumpers. See you all there! But now, Toodeloo naughties, Queenie has things to do!”
She winks to the camera and pulls the Courage title into a deep embrace as the view fades to black.
(Wake up Jenny, WAKE UP)
Jenny stirred. She felt groggy, with a thudding pain on the side of her head. Her eyelids felt heavy, and opening them was tantamount to lifting a two ton boulder. And it was for naught as she could barely make out anything out of her blurred vision.
(Don’t make a sound, don’t move)
The voice in her head warned her. She felt a coarse rope binding her wrists and ankles. Confusion spread through her, what had happened?
(I’ll show you)
Images began to flash in her mind. Doorbell ringing. A voice, asking her name. Then darkness. Someone had attacked her. Anger built up in her, but she felt weak.
“I can see you are awake Ms. Rivers. No point in faking.” She heard a voice. A peculiarly soft one, tinged with an accent she could place. She fought her eyes open and tried to focus her gaze.
“Wh… who are.. .you?” She groaned, her throat feeling dry.
“Looks like Kazuo struck you harder than he thought.” The voice spoke again, this time closer. “Who I am is irrelevant, who we represent is not.”
Slowly but surely Jenny managed to focus her sight and could see who was infront of her. It was an asian man, dressed in a sharp, white suit. Mid-thirties by the looks of it. His facial features could be called kind, even handsome, but his eyes had nothing but coldness in them. Queenie glanced down and saw that the man was missing a fingertip.
“Yakuza?” She breathed in disbelief.
“I see you are as perceptive as we expected.” The man chuckled, reaching over to raise Jenny’s face by the chin, staring her in the eye. “Your cousin really needs to rethink who he disrespects. He chose the wrong side of the family to take after. So our business associate asked us to sent him a message on which family he should stand for… and Kazoka always come through with promises.”
The man landed a rapid backhand on Jenny’s face, and she began to taste iron, suggesting she had busted a lip or a nose. Through the haze of the situation Jenny tried to piece together the situation. Cousin? Had to be Knox. “Knox… won’t care…” she muttered under her breath. Looking around her from under her eyelids she counted 4 men in the room on top of the one speaking. All of them large, burly goons. A wave of panic hit her as she realized there was no way out. If they wanted her dead, she couldn’t stop them. She fiddled her feet a bit, realizing that the bindings on her ankles were loose enough that she could slip her legs free if she was careful. Or if she was pushed down.
“It is the principle of it. Honor demands retribution. Not like a loose woman like you knows anything about such a thing.” The man spoke with disdain. “You wrestlers are all the same. Used up toys with no other way to make a living.”
Suddenly slight movement caught Jenny’s attention, and she realized that the door to the basement was cracked open. She was convinced she had closed it during the evening… so that meant only one thing. A sense of calm spread through her as she felt Queenie slipping in to take over. For a situation like this, she didn’t mind it. “Oh well. Atleast I am the master of my own destiny, and not a lapdog for some old motherfucker” Queenie spoke defiantly, raising her head to stare at the man straight in the face, her voice taking a mocking tone and a grin painting her bloodied lips.
The yakuza seemed confused by her change of demeanor, ultimately deciding it was nothing more than empty bravado and almost off-handedly punched her in the face, causing the chair to tip over. Queenie landed hard on the ground, feeling the air blown out of her lungs as the man stepped over and leant in to spit in her face. “If I had more time I would teach you some manners. But unfortunately I have more pressing matters to attend to, so I am just going to finish this quickly.” He pulled a long blade from a scabbard on his hip and looked at it. “It’s a shame to stain a fine blade like this with the blood of a whore.”
The blade reflected moonlight, and from her position Queenie caught sight of a form moving in the corner. She began chuckling, leading to the man to look down with a raised bow. “Don’t worry darling… my blood won’t stain your blade.” she spoke with honey in her voice and in one fluid motion free’d her legs and sprung upwards, kicking the blade off and hooking her legs around the man’s throat. “Move and he dies.” She quickly muttered to the men surrounding them, causing them to back off. She then leant over to speak to the man, still squeezing the life out of him with her thighs. “See boys… you broke into the wrong house…”
One of the men surrounding the pair suddenly yelped as he was lifted off the ground, his head smashed into the ceiling with enough force to break his neck in an instant. The other 3 turned around, and from the shadows emerged Supreme Machine. His gaze locked at the biggest of the goons he moved forward swatting a smaller man who charged him aside effortlessly. The big goon pulled a blade of his own and took a swing, cutting a deep gash into the side of the monster, but it wasn’t enough as SuMa grabbed him by the throat and in one quick motion crushed his windpipe with one hand, throwing his limp body at another man who was about to take a swing at SuMa.
The two men fell and SuMa walked over to them, moving the limp body of the biggest goon aside and planting his boot on the chest of the still living one. He cocked his head from left to right as the downed man begged and pleaded, raised his foot and stamped it down with all his might, caving in the man's chest effortlessly. A sound of a doorlock being fiddled with could be heard and SuMa’s head quickly snapped towards the sound, the last goon was desperately trying to escape the house. But it was for naught. In a quick leap SuMa was on him, crushing his wrist with an iron grip and lifting him up. The last goon tried to kick the monster, dangling in midair. SuMa was about to land the killing blow when Queenie interjected. “Wait. Please.”
SuMa tightened his grip, the sound of pulverizing bone sickeningly bouncing off the walls, but that was all he did. He sneered, but waited as Queenie, who was still keeping the leader incapacitated but alive with carefully applied cycles of pressure and relief leaned in. “Translate to your goon and I might let you live.” She muttered to the leader, who nodded, as much as he could.
“Tell your bosses that Any further attempt at us will be met with retribution. Tell your bosses that whatever Knox has done will be light compared to what we can do. Tell your bosses that this was your last warning.”
The leader translated to the goon who responded with a weak acknowledgement. Queenie nodded to SuMa who opened the door and threw the goon out of the house, then walking towards the pair on the ground. “What about him” He asked Queenie with a low voice.
“You promised to let me live” The desperate man pleaded.
Queenie tapped her chin thoughtfully and let out a manic giggle. “Keeping my word would be honorable yes… but like you said…” she leaned in, her voice taking a malicious, cold tone. “What do I know about honor…” She began laughing to the man's face as she squeezed harder and harder, until he stopped trashing and life drained from his features. She released the hold and stood up, stretching. “You know big guy, repairing that ceiling is gonna cost me a fortune. I mean. I appreciate the save, but did you HAVE to break things to do it?”
Even SuMa is amused by her cold nonchalance, shrugging. “We’ll be careful next time.” He responded and began moving towards the basement.
“Oh no you don’t” Queenie stopped him by grabbing his hand. “You will help me get rid of these before I’ll let you crawl into your basement.”
SuMa glanced at her, pondering his options before grabbing one of the corpses by the scruff of the neck and growling. “Fine…”
Queenie winked and fished out her phone. “What the fuck did you get me mixed into this time Knox?” She typed into the phone and pressed send.
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Road to TFH (oncam)
The view opens up to show the paint-faced femme fatale of Levelup Wrestling lounging on a couch with the Courage championship draped around her waist. She’s stretching like a cat with a content smile on her face as she absentmindedly caresses the titlebelt.
“All is good in the world… Lil’Goldie found a home with an owner that truly, truly loves her and Queenie showed that she is more than just a pretty face and a smoking body. What a rush it was too, running that gauntlet, climbing that ladder and grabbing Lil’Goldie from under the noses of everyone involved!”
She giggles like a schoolgirl and unclasps the belt from her waist, giving it a big kiss and nuzzling her cheek into the faceplate.
“But DMC was just the start! Lil’Goldie here means I get to be in the threeway at Tri-Force heroes for the Triforce title. Dancing with Siddy and Sheppy for a right to get right at the top at Final Fantasy. Sadly that means I need to give away Lil’Goldie, but I promise you and her that it will be a real whirlwind romance… We’ll do ALL the things I’ve always wanted to do with her and when we part I will shed a tear not of sadness but of joy because I know that it is but the start of a new chapter and thanks to the experiences I had with her I will be ready for bigger challenges. But you never forget your first…”
Another kiss for the title follows before she gently places it down on a plush cushion next to her and stands up, only to hop on the backrest, perching on the thin surface like a gopnik.
“But before we get there… here comes EXP13 and a 6 person multiplayer match. And would ya look at that, Queenie is getting to rub shoulders with the Big Bad Final Boss herself, Maggie Lockheart! As well as the oh-so-delightful Power champion Duncan Shepard. Some might claim it is the collection of the mightiest individuals in all of LevelUp, even if Siddy isn’t part of the equation! And as for our opponents… its the Time Jumpers! Now, my record in multiplayer matches isn’t stellar, atleast outside of teaming with the Big guy, but then again, Lil’ol me IS the runner in the Multiplayer-tournament… So I’m not that bad. Not like I’ve dropped them left and right like one of my dear, dear partners”
Queenie taps her chin thoughtfully and flips off the backrest, landing on her feet and leaning against it to give the camera a good look of her cleavage, a move that judging by the mischievous smirk on her face, is intentional.
“Now, Magdalena Lockheart. Maggie. Mags. She REALLY isn’t one for multiplayer matches. We all know that. She knows it. The Time Jumpers know it. So I can bet they’ll try to target her to take advantage. But the way I see it, it just could be a succession of bad partners. Who knows. Who cares. I’m gonna be taking immense pleasure and joy to be able to be right next to her in the apron… She is after all a woman after my own heart. Badass. Pretty… Smart… and with a darkside that would make the big guy hesitate. Just a perfect storm of checking all of Queenie’s boxes. Sheppy joked in twitter how he’s been breathing down her neck in the leaderboards for a while now, metaphorically. Well… I wouldn’t mind breathing down her neck literally. She is everything I strive to be… and thus she is the perfect role model AND the perfect target to go after… I mean, if you don’t try to beat your idols… why are you even in this sport?”
She chuckles and hops over the backrest to sit on the couch again, picking up the Courage belt and putting it on her lap, once again petting it like it was a cat or something.
“Then there is Sheppy. The almost undefeated Power Champion. The things he did to that old fart at DMC made feel funny in all the right places. After all, what is a pretty face and a rocking body without a mean streak? Sheppy is so impressive I feel the instinctual need to swoon whenever he is on the screen. So to get to be within arms reach of him… mmm… what else could a girl ask for? I simply can’t WAIT until Tri-Force Heroes where I get to be manhandled by him, maybe even tag teamed by him and Siddy… These are the moments to die for. Such a rush to think about.”
Queenie picks the Courage belt up and presents it to the camera momentarily.
“Now, I know that there is a chance that none of us three is gonna actually MAKE it to TFH, since Siddy is defending Goldie at EXP13, Sheppy is gonna defend at EXP14 and me… Logically it would mean I am defending Lil’Goldie at EXP15. But a girls gotta have some faith you know? A threesome with Siddy and Sheppy is just the kind of a thing that dreams are made of. The Queen and her two consorts.”
She pauses and leans back, a dreamy look rising to her face as she hugs the Courage title against her chest. A content sigh escapes her lips before she shakes her head and snaps out of it.
“One more thing. I haven’t really talked about the TIme Jumpers too much I know. Don’t take it as a slight against you, since you really are a rather impressive unit. Even with the third wheel you added. But in all honesty you don’t pique my interest too much. I am not a multiplayer wrestler, I hold no desire to enter that division. So I haven’t paid TOO much attention, and regardless of the result… I probably won’t be. Not because I don’t think you are worthy of paying attention, you definitely are, you just aren’t within my sphere of interest. Now if one or more of you decide to take the plunge on singles competition, especially the Courage division… Then all that changes and then I’ll be watching you intently. Up close and personal. Uncomfortably close. But as things stand right now? I’ll have fun with you, go with my instincts and either it’s enough or it isn’t. With bigger things in the future, you really can’t get caught up in small things like this.”
Queenie stands up and raises the Courage title above her head with one hand, staring up to like a lover looks at her chosen.
“DMC had the happiest of endings. It’s time to embark on a new journey. And it begins at EXP13. Mags Sheppy. Time Jumpers. See you all there! But now, Toodeloo naughties, Queenie has things to do!”
She winks to the camera and pulls the Courage title into a deep embrace as the view fades to black.