Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 11:49:20 GMT -6
Emily sat in her motel room, remote control in her left hand, flipping through the channels on her television. She could not sleep, and she hadn’t been able to eat much since her match on NEW Ignite. She’d beaten that Sarah chick but it had left a bad taste in her mouth. Not the bad taste when she bit into an opponent because that was interesting. The look on her opponents face when they realised she had a mouthful of their flesh in her mouth; the blood running down her face; the smile upon her lips.
Times were flying past quite quickly. It had been nearly a month since her brother had announced his retirement and just disappeared off of the face of the planet. Some had said that he’d gone to Vatican city as he something on the old Pope and wanted someone in charge of this puppet Church that he could control. Pope Nocturnal the first, how does that sound?
People were already trying to take his spot at the top of the pack but none of those punks had anything on her brother. Take that Colt. What was his function? He was not even half the man here brother was. She’d show him. Yes she would.
So she sat on the couch and tried to focus on the television, but that did not work. Nothing on at this hour but old, bad movies, self-improvement infomercials, and re-runs of day time talk shows. She had just got back from a night out with her two cousins Abe and Jebediah. And everybody thought Emily is strange but a seven foot tall monster who wears a metal plated mask in normal life and a quadriplegic who lived most of his life in a box at the bottom of Emily’s bed now that was fucked up.
A movie sounded good, in theory – something to draw her in and make her forget about the problems of looking for her brother. But there were only four on the air, and all four featured either Jimmy Smits or Corbin Bernsen, and that was just so wrong on so many levels, it made her head hurt.
She was here now, New Edge Wrestling; A wrestling superstar in her own rights and not just living in the shadow of her brother, Alexander. Why had he disappeared on her? Had he had enough of her? Was she really that much of a nuisance? She didn’t need a baby sitter. Look at what she had managed to do to Sarah Twilight last week, all on her own. She didn’t need her older brother to save her all the time. But she still needed him. Emily with her Unstable associates will put New Edge Wrestling out of business with their dastardly antics and dramatic actions.
She had unplugged her mobile phone because she did not want to talk to Ryan again, but finally gave into it by turning it back on.
Finally, she clicked the television off in frustration. This is getting me nowhere. She went into the bed room, found her suitcase in the closet, and started packing her clothes. A picture of her brother, Alexander Koresh was sat on the bedside table, she looked at it. A smile crosses her pale face. He was out there somewhere but she wouldn’t need him for her match this week either.
Emily had been booked in a tag team match at the next NEW Ignite with her Unstable partner Jake Youngblood against Drake and Renegade.
Renegade? What was this guy’s malfunction? He had so much potential as a superstar in NEW but always seems to come up short. This guy had managed to scrape himself an invite to this big X-Core match at Kamikaze only because he had managed to get his grubby hands on the title belt recently. But an X-Core champion was at an all-time low because of this figurehead? How low can it get? Not much lower it seems.
Then there was Drake Blake, Emily had personally watched her in action last week when she had watched from backstage. The dude can fight, a proven fact but he had not faced anyone like Emily Koresh before. No, he’s been saddled with people like Patrick Jones and that punk KOP for most of his time in NEW but things can only get better for him.
Emily was one of those types of people that could be a thorn in the side of NEW but had always hidden behind her brother. That was probably why they had approached him and not her originally to be in this company. She was the Grimm Princess, she was the Scream, hell she was Emily Koresh……..Hey she’s unique.
New Edge Wrestling was the place for her at the moment. She remembered when it was a fledgling wrestling promotion in the States, when it was an Independent promotion; before it had the sweet, big-time television deal it does today, but was shown on regional television late at night. When it used to move from city to city in a small area but now it travels the world, literally.
Emily had been trained by her brother Alexander Koresh known to the unwashed masses as Nocturnal, the Sadistic Bastard, one of the greatest hardcore icons of not only this company but the industry. She remembers being a fourteen year old young woman watching her brother smacking the living shit out of some punk with a barbwire covered chair once.
Hardcore? Garbage-Style wrestling? That was a recipe for disaster. Why would she want to follow that path? She was Emily Koresh; she could do anything she wanted.
She was probably stressed about the task in hand, taking out these two punks with only Jake Youngblood as backup, what were their names? Oh yeah, Drake and Renegade. But with the stuff with Ryan Pugh on her mind that probably was fucking with her head too.
Well, she needed a good night’s sleep.
Her mobile phone beeped. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Pugh. It said that he wanted to meet her now. This meant that Emily had to go out in the snow. And she hated snow. That was the thing that she hated the most, snow was pure evil. But the text had said it was important.
Emily dialled a number on her phone and lifted it to her ear and awaited the answer. After a few second there was an answer.
“Emily?”
“Jeb, it’s on,” she smiled a sinister smile.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ve text Jake to meet me there so you know what is needed.”
“At 3 in the morning?”
She looked around at the clock, “I said so didn’t I? He’s going to meet us there.”
“And you guys will take it from there?”
“Yes. I need to get ready for my match at Ignite but this takes priority,” Emily realised she had said the wrong thing as it came out of her mouth.
“Priority? What have you got planned?”
“Nothing Jebediah I’m just talking out aloud. I need to sort stuff out for my tag match. Plus Abe’s keeping me awake, singing Britney Spear’s songs.”
Jebediah laughed on the other end of the phone.
“Enough, Jeb. I’ve got to get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hung up the phone on Jebediah. Emily pulled on a coat and slide open the door to the bathroom and takes a peek inside. Abe was floating in a rubber ring, a quadriplegic midget that floats in a pool of gore and blood. His mouth was filled with teeth that were filed sharp. He had a smile on his face as he sang along to Britney Spears. She shut the door and exited the motel room for her meeting with Ryan Pugh.
Her journey to their rendezvous place was uneventful.
The Laundromat was situated near by to a busy intersection. It’s a small building, fronted by a synthetic white spray rock façade. The sign identifying it was plastic and backlit, with a number of wire spikes running along the top as a deterrent for roosting pigeons.
Inside, under flickering fluorescent lights, two banks of chipped, outdated, oversized laundry machines rumble and grind, saturating the place with perpetual white noise. The hum and click of the lights seem to bounce off every wall and machine, boring into the very soul. The floor was covered in cracked, patterned vinyl meant to look like tiling, and the walls were painted a cheap, relatively inoffensive green. A single clock on the wall marks time and advertises a popular soap brand. A machine at the back dispensed detergent and fabric softener, and two hard wooden benches provided seating for customers.
There was a small box of lost and discarded items next to one of the machine banks, filled with random cloth items; mismatched socks, a pair of shorts, a child’s t-shirt. Signs warned customers not to abuse or misuse the machines were posted along the walls.
Two figures sat upon these benches. The first was none other than Emily Koresh; she was playing with her phone whilst the machines were humming. The other was none other than Ryan Pugh, he was reading a magazine.
Emily slowly turned towards Ryan looking at him for a few seconds.
“So?” asked Ryan.
Emily smirked, “What?”
“I know you want to ask me something.”
Emily shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, you trying to read my mind?”
“Who’s that?”
“What? Oh on the phone. It was a message from Jebediah,” she said. ”he’s doing a little errand for me tonight.”
Pugh laughed, “Jebediah is very protective. What’d he want?”
Emily ground her teeth together and clenched one of her fists. “Nothing; just that we’ve been trying to work something out for my match this week Ryan. Jake has been kind of erratic lately and we need to sort something out about him especially if I have to tag with him this week on Ignite plus then we have the match at Kamikaze.”
Pugh nodded as he put down the magazine and moved closer to Emily, “I know it’s been hard since you lost Nocturnal but you know you can always talk to me don’t you? I know I can’t replace your brother and that to be honest would be freakin’ weird but you know I’m here for you, right?”
“I know Ryan and I appreciate it but I’ve got plans. It’s all in hand. This week the roster of NEW will feel the full wrath of Unstable, even without my brother being there. We took it to them before and by choosing the weakest link in the roster and taking it out. And then working our way through each and every one of them it’ll put us back on the radar.”
“As long as you don’t touch my Sexy Bitches I will be fine with you doing that baby girl.”
He laughed and the sound was harsh and sharp, like black, broken glass floating on the night wind.
Emily looked directly into Pugh’s eyes, “Oh? Eventually our sides will have to meet in the ring but until then……….” A corner of her mouth lifted in a contemptuous smile. “………But that can’t protect you all the time.”
Pugh laughed and goes for the yawn and hug combination but Emily spots what he is doing and moves.
“Don’t even think of that. I’m not falling for that move,” she proclaimed. “Nothing is going to happen until after NEW: Kamikaze as I don’t want to miss business and pleasure. But come to think of it Ryan, you’d probably be turned on by the beating I’d give you in that match right? Don’t lie to me?”
Pugh shrugged and a smile crossed his lips, “Maybe a little bit but I can’t promise that you wouldn’t be either. And we could start making out during the match?”
“Bet you say that to ev…………..”
Pugh cut her off mid-sentence, “No, not Renegade or Jake Youngblood.”
“Didn’t say Hazard though? Is there a little man crush there?”
Pugh laughed out loud, “Oh Emily. Come on honey, you need to get past your match this week first. Do you think you can get past two veterans like Drake and Renegade? Is Youngblood really up to keeping you safe?”
“Safe? This is wrestling not football. I have to keep an eye in my corner too as Youngblood learnt everything from Nocturnal and I wouldn’t trust that little fucktard,” laughed Emily. “He will do what he is told.”
Emily’s phone beeped once again. She looked at it. “Seems as the first part of my plan is coming into fruition.”
“Oh? What you got planned?”
Emily tilted her head as she considered the question, then raised her hands to eye level and studied them.
“Nothing that needs to concern you Ryan. But it will all play out this Ignite.”
“Really? Need I be worried?”
Emily held up her hand, then put a finger to one cheek and tilted her head coquettishly. “Oh it’s all in hand.”
Back at the motel Jake Youngblood is stood waiting for someone. He has his back to the road. A van screeched to a halt right behind him. Three masked men jumped out and put a black sack over Jake’s head and dragged him into the van before it shot off again.
Times were flying past quite quickly. It had been nearly a month since her brother had announced his retirement and just disappeared off of the face of the planet. Some had said that he’d gone to Vatican city as he something on the old Pope and wanted someone in charge of this puppet Church that he could control. Pope Nocturnal the first, how does that sound?
People were already trying to take his spot at the top of the pack but none of those punks had anything on her brother. Take that Colt. What was his function? He was not even half the man here brother was. She’d show him. Yes she would.
So she sat on the couch and tried to focus on the television, but that did not work. Nothing on at this hour but old, bad movies, self-improvement infomercials, and re-runs of day time talk shows. She had just got back from a night out with her two cousins Abe and Jebediah. And everybody thought Emily is strange but a seven foot tall monster who wears a metal plated mask in normal life and a quadriplegic who lived most of his life in a box at the bottom of Emily’s bed now that was fucked up.
A movie sounded good, in theory – something to draw her in and make her forget about the problems of looking for her brother. But there were only four on the air, and all four featured either Jimmy Smits or Corbin Bernsen, and that was just so wrong on so many levels, it made her head hurt.
She was here now, New Edge Wrestling; A wrestling superstar in her own rights and not just living in the shadow of her brother, Alexander. Why had he disappeared on her? Had he had enough of her? Was she really that much of a nuisance? She didn’t need a baby sitter. Look at what she had managed to do to Sarah Twilight last week, all on her own. She didn’t need her older brother to save her all the time. But she still needed him. Emily with her Unstable associates will put New Edge Wrestling out of business with their dastardly antics and dramatic actions.
She had unplugged her mobile phone because she did not want to talk to Ryan again, but finally gave into it by turning it back on.
Finally, she clicked the television off in frustration. This is getting me nowhere. She went into the bed room, found her suitcase in the closet, and started packing her clothes. A picture of her brother, Alexander Koresh was sat on the bedside table, she looked at it. A smile crosses her pale face. He was out there somewhere but she wouldn’t need him for her match this week either.
Emily had been booked in a tag team match at the next NEW Ignite with her Unstable partner Jake Youngblood against Drake and Renegade.
Renegade? What was this guy’s malfunction? He had so much potential as a superstar in NEW but always seems to come up short. This guy had managed to scrape himself an invite to this big X-Core match at Kamikaze only because he had managed to get his grubby hands on the title belt recently. But an X-Core champion was at an all-time low because of this figurehead? How low can it get? Not much lower it seems.
Then there was Drake Blake, Emily had personally watched her in action last week when she had watched from backstage. The dude can fight, a proven fact but he had not faced anyone like Emily Koresh before. No, he’s been saddled with people like Patrick Jones and that punk KOP for most of his time in NEW but things can only get better for him.
Emily was one of those types of people that could be a thorn in the side of NEW but had always hidden behind her brother. That was probably why they had approached him and not her originally to be in this company. She was the Grimm Princess, she was the Scream, hell she was Emily Koresh……..Hey she’s unique.
New Edge Wrestling was the place for her at the moment. She remembered when it was a fledgling wrestling promotion in the States, when it was an Independent promotion; before it had the sweet, big-time television deal it does today, but was shown on regional television late at night. When it used to move from city to city in a small area but now it travels the world, literally.
Emily had been trained by her brother Alexander Koresh known to the unwashed masses as Nocturnal, the Sadistic Bastard, one of the greatest hardcore icons of not only this company but the industry. She remembers being a fourteen year old young woman watching her brother smacking the living shit out of some punk with a barbwire covered chair once.
Hardcore? Garbage-Style wrestling? That was a recipe for disaster. Why would she want to follow that path? She was Emily Koresh; she could do anything she wanted.
She was probably stressed about the task in hand, taking out these two punks with only Jake Youngblood as backup, what were their names? Oh yeah, Drake and Renegade. But with the stuff with Ryan Pugh on her mind that probably was fucking with her head too.
Well, she needed a good night’s sleep.
Her mobile phone beeped. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Pugh. It said that he wanted to meet her now. This meant that Emily had to go out in the snow. And she hated snow. That was the thing that she hated the most, snow was pure evil. But the text had said it was important.
Emily dialled a number on her phone and lifted it to her ear and awaited the answer. After a few second there was an answer.
“Emily?”
“Jeb, it’s on,” she smiled a sinister smile.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ve text Jake to meet me there so you know what is needed.”
“At 3 in the morning?”
She looked around at the clock, “I said so didn’t I? He’s going to meet us there.”
“And you guys will take it from there?”
“Yes. I need to get ready for my match at Ignite but this takes priority,” Emily realised she had said the wrong thing as it came out of her mouth.
“Priority? What have you got planned?”
“Nothing Jebediah I’m just talking out aloud. I need to sort stuff out for my tag match. Plus Abe’s keeping me awake, singing Britney Spear’s songs.”
Jebediah laughed on the other end of the phone.
“Enough, Jeb. I’ve got to get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hung up the phone on Jebediah. Emily pulled on a coat and slide open the door to the bathroom and takes a peek inside. Abe was floating in a rubber ring, a quadriplegic midget that floats in a pool of gore and blood. His mouth was filled with teeth that were filed sharp. He had a smile on his face as he sang along to Britney Spears. She shut the door and exited the motel room for her meeting with Ryan Pugh.
Her journey to their rendezvous place was uneventful.
The Laundromat was situated near by to a busy intersection. It’s a small building, fronted by a synthetic white spray rock façade. The sign identifying it was plastic and backlit, with a number of wire spikes running along the top as a deterrent for roosting pigeons.
Inside, under flickering fluorescent lights, two banks of chipped, outdated, oversized laundry machines rumble and grind, saturating the place with perpetual white noise. The hum and click of the lights seem to bounce off every wall and machine, boring into the very soul. The floor was covered in cracked, patterned vinyl meant to look like tiling, and the walls were painted a cheap, relatively inoffensive green. A single clock on the wall marks time and advertises a popular soap brand. A machine at the back dispensed detergent and fabric softener, and two hard wooden benches provided seating for customers.
There was a small box of lost and discarded items next to one of the machine banks, filled with random cloth items; mismatched socks, a pair of shorts, a child’s t-shirt. Signs warned customers not to abuse or misuse the machines were posted along the walls.
Two figures sat upon these benches. The first was none other than Emily Koresh; she was playing with her phone whilst the machines were humming. The other was none other than Ryan Pugh, he was reading a magazine.
Emily slowly turned towards Ryan looking at him for a few seconds.
“So?” asked Ryan.
Emily smirked, “What?”
“I know you want to ask me something.”
Emily shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, you trying to read my mind?”
“Who’s that?”
“What? Oh on the phone. It was a message from Jebediah,” she said. ”he’s doing a little errand for me tonight.”
Pugh laughed, “Jebediah is very protective. What’d he want?”
Emily ground her teeth together and clenched one of her fists. “Nothing; just that we’ve been trying to work something out for my match this week Ryan. Jake has been kind of erratic lately and we need to sort something out about him especially if I have to tag with him this week on Ignite plus then we have the match at Kamikaze.”
Pugh nodded as he put down the magazine and moved closer to Emily, “I know it’s been hard since you lost Nocturnal but you know you can always talk to me don’t you? I know I can’t replace your brother and that to be honest would be freakin’ weird but you know I’m here for you, right?”
“I know Ryan and I appreciate it but I’ve got plans. It’s all in hand. This week the roster of NEW will feel the full wrath of Unstable, even without my brother being there. We took it to them before and by choosing the weakest link in the roster and taking it out. And then working our way through each and every one of them it’ll put us back on the radar.”
“As long as you don’t touch my Sexy Bitches I will be fine with you doing that baby girl.”
He laughed and the sound was harsh and sharp, like black, broken glass floating on the night wind.
Emily looked directly into Pugh’s eyes, “Oh? Eventually our sides will have to meet in the ring but until then……….” A corner of her mouth lifted in a contemptuous smile. “………But that can’t protect you all the time.”
Pugh laughed and goes for the yawn and hug combination but Emily spots what he is doing and moves.
“Don’t even think of that. I’m not falling for that move,” she proclaimed. “Nothing is going to happen until after NEW: Kamikaze as I don’t want to miss business and pleasure. But come to think of it Ryan, you’d probably be turned on by the beating I’d give you in that match right? Don’t lie to me?”
Pugh shrugged and a smile crossed his lips, “Maybe a little bit but I can’t promise that you wouldn’t be either. And we could start making out during the match?”
“Bet you say that to ev…………..”
Pugh cut her off mid-sentence, “No, not Renegade or Jake Youngblood.”
“Didn’t say Hazard though? Is there a little man crush there?”
Pugh laughed out loud, “Oh Emily. Come on honey, you need to get past your match this week first. Do you think you can get past two veterans like Drake and Renegade? Is Youngblood really up to keeping you safe?”
“Safe? This is wrestling not football. I have to keep an eye in my corner too as Youngblood learnt everything from Nocturnal and I wouldn’t trust that little fucktard,” laughed Emily. “He will do what he is told.”
Emily’s phone beeped once again. She looked at it. “Seems as the first part of my plan is coming into fruition.”
“Oh? What you got planned?”
Emily tilted her head as she considered the question, then raised her hands to eye level and studied them.
“Nothing that needs to concern you Ryan. But it will all play out this Ignite.”
“Really? Need I be worried?”
Emily held up her hand, then put a finger to one cheek and tilted her head coquettishly. “Oh it’s all in hand.”
Back at the motel Jake Youngblood is stood waiting for someone. He has his back to the road. A van screeched to a halt right behind him. Three masked men jumped out and put a black sack over Jake’s head and dragged him into the van before it shot off again.