Post by priscilla on Jan 9, 2024 19:49:08 GMT -6
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River can’t believe it! Priscilla shows her grit by getting a shoulder up! She slowly walks over to a corner turnbuckle obviously feeling the effects from the punishment she has received in the match. But, River now leaning against one of the corner turnbuckles, waits for Priscilla to get up to her feet. Slowly Priscilla grapples to her feet and RIVER CHARGES; hitting her rapid strike! And, River makes the pin!
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!
DING!!!!!!!
DING!!!!!!
Tom Davis: Here is your winner RIVER ROSE!!!!!!!!
Jill Mathews: What a match! Both these ladies left it all out there in that ring and yes there of course had to be a winner.
Vince Walters: It was an impressive match without question. I mean if I’m impressed then it was impressive.
Jill Mathews: Vince has spoken ladies and gentlemen haha.
Vince Walters: Sarcasm again and not funny again.
As River’s intro music plays, she gets to her feet, showing signs of having just been through war. She sees Priscilla sitting up looking disgruntled. River then held her hand out, offering to help Priscilla up. She takes River's hand and allows her to help her up. River then shakes her hand but Priscilla suddenly KICKS River in the gut, and then lands a “FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS”. Priscilla DROPS RIiver! She receives a chorus of boos from the fans and exited the ring, flipping a few of the fans off, leaving River laid out in the ring!
Jill Mathews: Wow… What bad sportsmanship from Priscilla White there.
Vince Walters: I loved it! Priscilla made a statement there that she doesn’t want help from someone like River and perhaps that she isn’t done with River.
Jill Mathews: Well a statement was made yes one by River Rose with that win. And, a second from the sore loser there in Priscilla White…..
Priscilla crawled through the ropes, blood soaked, sweat covered and smiled. A sickening smile. The crowd, visibly angry, boo’d at her, and this made her little heart flutter. As the announcers continued their chatter, Cilla walked over to the table, kicked a chair out from under Jill Mathews and winked. Sore loser, she thought, shaking her head. They would never understand. None of them. Spitting on the table, she walked off, raising her arms high. Proud of herself. She never quit. She never tapped. She never gave an inch.
Yes, she lost. But in her mind, this was only the beginning. This was the first chapter in her story, and it was about to get much, much bloodier.
Priscilla White - Apartment
December 22nd 2023
December 22nd 2023
A week after Ignite aired, she sat in her apartment with her beloved beau; Gabe, and the couple were watching the kittens wrestle.
“‘Ey babe,'' he began, “Ain’t ya heard from that com’ny of yours?” She perked up, furrowing her brow for a moment as she thought, then shook her head. “Nah, ain’t checked my email in a bit.” She shrugged. “Been healin’ and spendin’ time with you.” Gabe stood up, cracked his neck and grabbed her phone off the mantle. After typing in her code, he accessed her email app, and began to scroll through. Deleting take out coupons, boutique openings, notices from Cela or DruBrew, then he smiled.
“Well, well,” his chuckle always made Cilla smile. “You fixin’ to go against Justice Cross.” She rolled her eyes and smiled a bit as she began to drift off…
Over a week ago; after Pricsilla’s match at Ignite, she was standing at the Craft Food table, trying to decide between a roast beef sandwich and the delicious smelling Rueben when she felt a tap on her shoulder, causing her to spin suddenly. “Whoa hun, haha, hi, I’m Justice.” The woman, standing in front of her, genuinely surprised by Priscilla’s reaction, smiled. “Hi…” Priscilla was suspicious; as always. “Nice match.” Justice, reaching down and snagging one of the smaller sandwiches, complimented her. “Thanks… I’m sorry… Do I know..?” Justice shook her head. “No, you don’t know me, but I have heard of your mom. I wanted to share my condolences with you, I never met Dru, but I had heard she was an awesome chick.” Priscilla nodded, picking one of the Ruebens and setting it on her plate. “She was. Thanks.” Justice offered another smile, “Following in her footsteps, that’s a big thing. Especially here. This is a different kind of arena. The wrestling world.” Justice picked up a drink, a cold bottle of water and leaned back on her left leg. “This your first time?” She could tell the other woman was green. Justice had seen enough greenhorns to know one, and Priscilla was definitely a newbie. Priscilla nodded, but shrugged. “Yeah, this is my first time wrestling, but I’ve always been a fighter.” She smiled.
“Oh I can tell. I saw how you handled River. You know she was a SEAL right?” Priscilla grinned. “I had heard that. Guess next time, I shoulda done a bit more research.” She laughed. Justice smiled. “Look, we all make mistakes. Shit happens. Grow from it. Come back next time having learned from your mistakes. Good luck, Kid.” And with that, Justice walked off amidst a flurry of reporters, fans and NEW employees. Little did Priscilla know, but she’d met a type of wrestling royalty…
She blinked a bit and shrugged. “I ain’t worried.” He shook his head and smiled, sitting back on the couch, pulling her legs across his lap. “Ya sure?” He looked at her, intently, a bit concerned. “Yeah.” Was her only reply as she crossed one leg over the other and grinned. He set her phone down on the coffee table and started to laugh a bit. “Woman, I tell you what… You ain’t eve’ borin’.” He laughed a little, shaking his head again. “Yanno, she ain’t no push-ova.” He side-eyed her. “I know. I saw her at Ignite.” He just stared. “I watched her. She’s got some moves, hits kinda hard, but she ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.”
Gabe inhaled deeply, grabbing her left foot and started to rub it, before he added. “That’s all well an’ good babe, but you do know she’s a technical wrestler…” Priscilla arched a brow and grinned. “Good thing I’m more into submission, then ain’t it?” She laughed. “Look, I know she’s got some awards behind her, I know she was trained by a pro, I know she’s got some balls in her, but c’mon now; I ain’t gunna let her take that damned title shot from me.” She growled a bit, he found the one spot on her that truly hurt; her foot. She’d broken it years ago, and it always gave her a bit of trouble here and there. “Sure, she’s got championships behind her. Glory. A name that’s recognized. All that good shit, but don't think for a damned second, she got more to give than I do. Christ, G… There’s more to me than meets the Godsdamned eye!” She laughed, pulling her foot away from him, turning her body slightly to better face him. “I may be the daughter of the Witch of the Bayou; but I’m also the child of the Ghost of New York. I got shit ain’t no one seen before. Especially fucking New Edge. They want the villain, I’ll be their damned villain. Ignite will be crazy, but at the end of that fucking match, that Battleborn title shot? That shit is mine.”
She leaned down to pick up the grey kitten, and kissed its forehead before leaning back against Gabe. “Mom was the Bareknuckle champ. Dad was a Cage Fight King. Justice may be a cool bitch, but when those lights go up and we meet in that ring; she’s going down. I’ll claim that title shot. I’ll show exactly what I’m capable of. And the fun part is; Ain’t no one gunna dare take that from me.”
“You do realize she hates when people ride coattails?”
“Gabe, I ain’t ridin’ nothin’. Mom did her thing. Dad did his. This is me. MY turn. Not her legacy. Sure, my last name’s White. She was my mother. I’m proud of her but I ain’t tryin’a be like her. This shit’s for me.” He looked at her, very seriously. “Look Cilla babe. Ya’ll going to Memphis. Graceland. Elvis. Home f’r most of us Rednecks. What you gunna do when she backs ya inta a corner?”
Oh, Priscilla, with fire in her eyes, met his gaze and smiled. “Imma show her what true Redemption is. To be born of Fire, and broken by Grace. This ain’t her story, this ain’t anotha belt f’r her ta chase. This is My title. This is MY shot. I’ll break myself on the Wheel of Righteousness to keep her from getting this shot. She thinks she wants it more? She’s gotta notha thing comin’. I may be green. I may be fresh inta this; but I got shit she ain’t. I don’t fear pain. I welcome it.” Like a cat on fire, Priscilla moved off the couch, standing. This truly fueled her. “Babe, accolades aside, Justice thinks she’s the Big Bad here in this match. Yeah, she’s got wins behind her. Sure. Titles and championships and shit. But, she don’t know me. She thinks I’m flyin’ on Moms legacy? Real cute. When I come down that ramp in Memphis, Imma break bones to get that pin.” Gabe, smiling, nodded his head and scooped up the other kitten, placing it on his broad shoulders.
“Yanno Sugar, I been thinkin’ ‘bout ya intro music. Kinda wanna record sumthin’ f’r ya.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’d love it G. You comin’ t’tha show?” He nodded his head and flipped his ballcap around, bill sitting above the nape of his neck. “Y’know it. Wouldn’t miss it Gorgeous.”
“Justice is in for a rude awakenin’. Come Ignite, I’ll set her world ablaze. Her preconceived thoughts ‘bout who I am, ‘bout to burn to tha fuckin’ ground. She can talk all that trash. ‘Bout how this is her show, and how she wants this more, but shit’s ‘bout ta get real. Sacrificial lamb brought to slaughter. Veteran versus Rookie. Styles just signed someone’s hospital bills.” She laughed. “And ‘taint mine.”
A few days later, as the duo boarded the plane for Tennessee, both kittens in their carriers, all of which was labeled with NEW Edge licensing, as they had become part of her act, Gabe and Priscilla were hand in hand eagerly awaiting arrival in Memphis. Yeah, they’d visit Graceland; pay their respects, but little did they know WHO was two steps ahead of them. Already surveying the city. Planning to come forward before the show. In honor of a great who fell too soon. Mama and Henry had finally returned. As well as the black cat Priscilla had seen wandering around ever since Dru died.
Time seemed to melt as they soon landed in Memphis, and hopped a cab to the hotel. The two figures blended in in the foyer. But it was that damned black cat that haunted her. With Gabe and the kitties snuggled in the suite, Priscilla left to wander the town a bit before the show. And that’s where she crossed paths with it.
*You know,* a voice echoed in her mind. *You don’t have to work so hard to prove you’re better than someone else, Prissy.* Priscilla, wide-eyed, looked around only to find no one was around her. *Down here, kid.* As she looked down at her feet, there was a large, fluffy furred black cat. One like her mother owned when she was alive. “What the fuck…” She began to back up, but the cat advanced. *Whoa, chill kid, it’s not what you think…* Priscilla broke into a run, jaywalking across Main Street and almost being struck by a passing car. Once she turned the corner, she stopped to take a breath; but was met once more with the feline follower.
*Easy kid, let me explain…* Priscilla gasped, tripping over the sidewalk only to be met nose to nose with the large Maine Coon, who freakily sounded familiar. “Who… Who are…?” The cat pawed at her face, chirping softly. Priscilla froze. It couldn’t be. IMPOSSIBLE!
*Don’t underestimate Justice… That’s a death sentence.* Priscilla, now visibly shaking, nodded slowly. *She respects power. Respects those who stand on their own two feet. Forget following in someone's footsteps, cut your own path in this world Prissy. Bloodshed and Carnage ain’t your thing. Do you, kid. Remember what Henry says…* Priscilla’s eyes darted around for a moment… “It ain’t the years honey, it’s the Mileage?” The cat shook its head. “Ain’t about fortune and glory; it’s the road?” Then it nodded. Priscilla thought for a moment, but before she could ask the question she wanted to, she heard a voice boom from the other side of the street; “Yhyuka!” Priscilla’s eyes snapped to see the woman, followed closely by a handsome older gentleman, who all should remember! “Babuli!!” Mama and Henry flew across the street and scooped her up in their arms, as Priscilla broke down in tears.
“No no, no cry, Mama here. Mama here…” The older woman stroked her granddaughter’s back gently as Henry wrapped them both in a tight hug. Where had the two gone? Why had they vanished the way they did? But, why are they here now?? She had a show in less than three days, and she really didn’t need her head rattled like this.
New Edge Wrestling, from the great state of Tennessee, welcomes you to IGNITE! Featuring Justice Cross versus Priscilla White… Henry showed her the flier and smiled, his crooked smile. “You ain’t alone, Kid.” His deep voice was oddly comforting to her, especially now. But Priscilla was looking around for that damned black cat. Had that been a dream? Was the Presley curse still alive and well? Was this an Omen of warning for Priscilla, or was this a gift from whatever Gods or Goddesses ruled the Heavens, letting her know things were going to change?
Only time would tell.
FIN.