Post by MasterEvil on May 26, 2012 16:36:04 GMT
Scene One: “JFP Protection Agency”
It is unknown where in the arena is this location but at this part of one of the many corridors in the building is a table. A round table big enough for eight people while on it are multiple six packs, some empty and some not opened yet, a random sheet of paper with some kind of detail on it and a pack of cards set up for a game of solitaire while underneath the table are a couple of coolers. A table like this must have been set for a group outing or something, right? Wrong; instead of a group only a young raven-haired lady was sitting by it, playing the solitaire game with a half empty can of root beer near her left hand. A rookie cameraman was already at the area, with the camera recording her, and approached the female but the moment she spotted him the female pointed towards the cameraman.
“Use the door.”
“What door?”
“Take five steps back, six leftward and use the damn door.”
The cameraman wasn’t sure what she meant by “use the door” but obliged in stepping backwards five times and took six steps towards the left. He then spotted a basic wooden door, obviously one used for stunts like throwing people through doors, with a few metal stands to keep it up. Yet the camera lens spotted that door had a sign saying “JFP Protection Agency” and the male opened up this door. He then stepped through the door and was about to approach the young woman but once again she pointed towards him.
“Now shut the door.”
The cameraman grumbled yet willingly shut the door behind him before approaching the raven-haired lady, the camera getting a full view of her upper body as well as the table.
“Damn…just like teaching a two year old Korean. Anyway, I guess I should introduce myself to you all. My name is JFP and I’m the newest gal to sign onto Adrenaline. Before you ask I’ll explain what does ‘JFP’ stand for and I’m willing to tell you, just cover your children’s ear…got them covered? Good, my full name is Judy Fucking Phoenix and all my future victims shall be fucked up very badly. Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s see who is victim number one…”
After saying those words Judy reached out to the sheet of paper and picked it up before spending a moment reading it quietly, even having a sip of her root beer while reading away, before scrunching it into a ball and throwing it away.
“So my first victim is Catelyn Vaine, a former Champion here…a steep debut but a fun debut nevertheless. I’m bigger, stronger and more gifted in submission warfare, I guess you could say that I could possibly turn this once great warrior into my welcoming mat. Actually I’ll take that back, there is nothing great about losing your Title after just one day…so I’ve probably been very lucky. Not only does my in-ring debut is being televised but I could also get the credibility of defeating a former Champion. Hell, it may instantly put me in the pecking order for a Women’s Title shot…but I’m not being an idiot by stating that she is no problem for the Raven-Haired Lady JFP. Winning a Championship from someone like Sayge Jemson does say a hell of a lot about one’s ability and prowess but only a fool would dare say that she has a superior experience advantage.”
While speaking her words Judy moved her feet on top of the table and after questioning the greatness of her opponent the female finished her beer and rolled the can to the other side of the table. She seem very relaxed for somebody entering a wrestling match for the very first time.
“My ring awareness shouldn’t be underestimated by anybody, current or former Champion, because before I even got my contract signed I’ve spent two years in the role of referee…meaning I know every single rule in the book and how to perfectly bend them to my fucking advantage. Be it poking you in the eye when you push the referee away or using the ropes for any form of leverage when the official is too busy counting your shoulders down. So what kind of advantage could Catelyn Vaine possibly have over me? Her speed? Perhaps but a quick punch with weak strength is just a weak punch while, depending on the power of it, a perfectly placed kick can easily knock anyone out. Be it a Norse God like Thor or an utter weakling like the one-shot blunder Jacob Boyd, the right amount of power can take down anyone. And no offence to all the other women on Adrenaline but I’m most likely, pound for pound, the strongest woman on this fucking roster…”
While speaking out her words JFP grabbed a can of Relentless, since not all the drinks on her table for fully alcoholic, and popped it open when she spoke about how the ex-referee could possibly bend the rules to her advantage. But instead of starting to drink it the young female spoke a little more then finally start to have a drink of Relentless, yet this was quickly paused when Judy spotted that the rookie cameraman was reaching out for one of the beers.
“You’re not a fucking guest so move your hand away before I break your fingers.”
While speaking her first few words JFP bent sideway and got back up, holding a wrench in the hand not holding the can, before grinning lightly. This caused the cameraman to nervously pull his hand away from the beer. Afterwards the black haired diva put the wrench down on the table and smiled lightly before continuing to speak.
“I’m stronger, more experienced and most likely more smarter than that Catelyn. I’m not hyper confident about my chances of winning but I’m confident enough in my strengths to overcome whatever weakness I may or may not have to win my debuting match in an emphatic fashion. I doubt it is so but if you are spending your time watching this then here is what I have to say specifically to poor little you. Don’t feel too embarrassed when you get easily and effortlessly demolished by me, after all you can bounce back and win your next match since tapping to me is going to be nothing more than a common trend for all women on Adrenaline. Didn’t you know that I aim to score submission victories? Sorry for not revealing that factor earlier but that apology won’t chance the fact that the match shall end with you screaming and tapping out…showing the entire world that you, and soon most the women on Adrenaline, are nothing more than my victims.”
She spoke each word out confidently and relaxingly while a hint of her ego could possibly be heard with her words and the tone used to speak them out. One JFP finished those set of words she drank more of the Relentless before speaking up once more.
“This little promo is over, nothing more nothing less, and when you leave cameraman please remember to use the fucking door.”
She smiled lightly after quoting one of her most beloved people and while the cameraman grumble he knew she still had that wrench nearby. So he obliged and walked backwards, opened the door and walked back out of the JFP’s “Office.” He shut the door and let the camera lens record the “JFP Hit-Girl Service” sign once again before finally switching it off and walked off. JFP meanwhile stayed by her table and continued to drink her Relentless.
“I can’t use my husband’s catchphrase…I admit it was cool to say it once but it suites him better, maybe I should have him help me think of a new one…”
It is unknown where in the arena is this location but at this part of one of the many corridors in the building is a table. A round table big enough for eight people while on it are multiple six packs, some empty and some not opened yet, a random sheet of paper with some kind of detail on it and a pack of cards set up for a game of solitaire while underneath the table are a couple of coolers. A table like this must have been set for a group outing or something, right? Wrong; instead of a group only a young raven-haired lady was sitting by it, playing the solitaire game with a half empty can of root beer near her left hand. A rookie cameraman was already at the area, with the camera recording her, and approached the female but the moment she spotted him the female pointed towards the cameraman.
“Use the door.”
“What door?”
“Take five steps back, six leftward and use the damn door.”
The cameraman wasn’t sure what she meant by “use the door” but obliged in stepping backwards five times and took six steps towards the left. He then spotted a basic wooden door, obviously one used for stunts like throwing people through doors, with a few metal stands to keep it up. Yet the camera lens spotted that door had a sign saying “JFP Protection Agency” and the male opened up this door. He then stepped through the door and was about to approach the young woman but once again she pointed towards him.
“Now shut the door.”
The cameraman grumbled yet willingly shut the door behind him before approaching the raven-haired lady, the camera getting a full view of her upper body as well as the table.
“Damn…just like teaching a two year old Korean. Anyway, I guess I should introduce myself to you all. My name is JFP and I’m the newest gal to sign onto Adrenaline. Before you ask I’ll explain what does ‘JFP’ stand for and I’m willing to tell you, just cover your children’s ear…got them covered? Good, my full name is Judy Fucking Phoenix and all my future victims shall be fucked up very badly. Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s see who is victim number one…”
After saying those words Judy reached out to the sheet of paper and picked it up before spending a moment reading it quietly, even having a sip of her root beer while reading away, before scrunching it into a ball and throwing it away.
“So my first victim is Catelyn Vaine, a former Champion here…a steep debut but a fun debut nevertheless. I’m bigger, stronger and more gifted in submission warfare, I guess you could say that I could possibly turn this once great warrior into my welcoming mat. Actually I’ll take that back, there is nothing great about losing your Title after just one day…so I’ve probably been very lucky. Not only does my in-ring debut is being televised but I could also get the credibility of defeating a former Champion. Hell, it may instantly put me in the pecking order for a Women’s Title shot…but I’m not being an idiot by stating that she is no problem for the Raven-Haired Lady JFP. Winning a Championship from someone like Sayge Jemson does say a hell of a lot about one’s ability and prowess but only a fool would dare say that she has a superior experience advantage.”
While speaking her words Judy moved her feet on top of the table and after questioning the greatness of her opponent the female finished her beer and rolled the can to the other side of the table. She seem very relaxed for somebody entering a wrestling match for the very first time.
“My ring awareness shouldn’t be underestimated by anybody, current or former Champion, because before I even got my contract signed I’ve spent two years in the role of referee…meaning I know every single rule in the book and how to perfectly bend them to my fucking advantage. Be it poking you in the eye when you push the referee away or using the ropes for any form of leverage when the official is too busy counting your shoulders down. So what kind of advantage could Catelyn Vaine possibly have over me? Her speed? Perhaps but a quick punch with weak strength is just a weak punch while, depending on the power of it, a perfectly placed kick can easily knock anyone out. Be it a Norse God like Thor or an utter weakling like the one-shot blunder Jacob Boyd, the right amount of power can take down anyone. And no offence to all the other women on Adrenaline but I’m most likely, pound for pound, the strongest woman on this fucking roster…”
While speaking out her words JFP grabbed a can of Relentless, since not all the drinks on her table for fully alcoholic, and popped it open when she spoke about how the ex-referee could possibly bend the rules to her advantage. But instead of starting to drink it the young female spoke a little more then finally start to have a drink of Relentless, yet this was quickly paused when Judy spotted that the rookie cameraman was reaching out for one of the beers.
“You’re not a fucking guest so move your hand away before I break your fingers.”
While speaking her first few words JFP bent sideway and got back up, holding a wrench in the hand not holding the can, before grinning lightly. This caused the cameraman to nervously pull his hand away from the beer. Afterwards the black haired diva put the wrench down on the table and smiled lightly before continuing to speak.
“I’m stronger, more experienced and most likely more smarter than that Catelyn. I’m not hyper confident about my chances of winning but I’m confident enough in my strengths to overcome whatever weakness I may or may not have to win my debuting match in an emphatic fashion. I doubt it is so but if you are spending your time watching this then here is what I have to say specifically to poor little you. Don’t feel too embarrassed when you get easily and effortlessly demolished by me, after all you can bounce back and win your next match since tapping to me is going to be nothing more than a common trend for all women on Adrenaline. Didn’t you know that I aim to score submission victories? Sorry for not revealing that factor earlier but that apology won’t chance the fact that the match shall end with you screaming and tapping out…showing the entire world that you, and soon most the women on Adrenaline, are nothing more than my victims.”
She spoke each word out confidently and relaxingly while a hint of her ego could possibly be heard with her words and the tone used to speak them out. One JFP finished those set of words she drank more of the Relentless before speaking up once more.
“This little promo is over, nothing more nothing less, and when you leave cameraman please remember to use the fucking door.”
She smiled lightly after quoting one of her most beloved people and while the cameraman grumble he knew she still had that wrench nearby. So he obliged and walked backwards, opened the door and walked back out of the JFP’s “Office.” He shut the door and let the camera lens record the “JFP Hit-Girl Service” sign once again before finally switching it off and walked off. JFP meanwhile stayed by her table and continued to drink her Relentless.
“I can’t use my husband’s catchphrase…I admit it was cool to say it once but it suites him better, maybe I should have him help me think of a new one…”
Scene Two: The Promise
At the corner of some kind of gym, punching away at the punching bag with full venom, is a raven-haired lady known as JFP. In her light purple tights and matching kneepads with a plain grey t-shirt and black wrestling boots. The ex-referee appeared to be quite motivated in dishing out punishment to this bag, each shot appearing as quite powerful and excellently executed. At the other side of the punching bag, holding onto it to possibly enforce its toughest with his own body weight, is Judy’s husband Chris Middley. After a few more punches JFP stopped the battering of the punching bag and the duo moved over to one of the benches.
“Thank you for agreeing to train me Chris,” the twenty-three year old said, with a light smile on her face, has she bent over to grab a bottle of water from one of the two bags the couple have brought into this gym.
“No need to thank me Judy.” The male replied, clearly looking at his wife’s ass “there was no way I was forking out for you to travel to India for Melissa to train you, or vice versa.”
They both chuckled at Chris’ comment, since both of them knew the real excuse was because he doesn’t want his wife to be too far away. “Its getting hard to resist the temptation isn’t it?” Judy softly teased him, knowing and accepting his obsession with her bottom, before standing up straight and drinking some water out of the water bottle.
“Maybe that is why you insisted on doing this at a local gym,” Chris joked lightly before kissing Mrs Middley on her neck.
Their relationship had some interesting turns and events indeed. They first met when Razor thought Judy could be someone Chris admit his problems to, this first meeting instead ended with Middley discovering how powerful Miss Phoenix is but how she can’t swim for her life. After two months of getting to know each other, personally and professionally, the two lost their virginities together before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. Months later Judy was tested positive in a pregnancy text, famously the night before Middley lost in a barbaric World Title match, which led the male into semi-retiring just to look after his pregnant girlfriend. Then, a few days before Valentine’s Day, Phoenix gave birth to their child…an adorable girl called Valentine and a few months later, three weeks after the anniversary of their relationship, the two got a private marriage…converting the former official’s real name from ‘Judy Lawson’ to ‘Judy Middley.’
“Are you sure about this Judy?” Chris asked, breaking the cheerful teasing mood, while sitting down on the bench.
Instead of answering him straight away JFP placed the water back in the bag and sat down on his lap before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “Sure about what Chris?” the young female asked, having a slight feeling that she knows what her husband is worrying about.
“Are you sure that you want to be a wrestler Judy?” He adjusted his question and JFP was about to answer but the male placed his right index finger over her lips “let me explain why I asked. I know that you’ve been trained by Cheerleader Melissa years ago but there is a clear difference between learning about wrestling and actually wrestling somebody. I’ve been in extremely violent matches before Judy and I don’t think I could bear the thought of you being scarred from stuff like barbed-wire or you getting a broken arm. I really don’t want you to get hurt Judy…I won’t stop you if you want to wrestle, but please don’t overdo it…”
She smiled at how caring her husband is of her health, if it was his old friend Razor he would have totally been like ‘injuries are for pussies, keep going’ yet with her he is speaking of how he doesn’t want her to get hurt. So, the moment the word ‘it’ ejected his mouth the raven-haired lady kissed him on the lips, this kiss started gently but quickly became passionate has Chris began to return the kiss to the soft lips of his beautiful spouse. Both of his hands stroked down her sides, all the way to her booty, before giving that tush a deep squeeze. She moaned into the kiss because of this and once the kiss ended Judy smiled at her lover. “You’re so sensitive at times Chris, how sweet…remember that I’m a big girl though, so I’ll be alright,” she leaned forward and whispered those words in Chris’ right ear before softly nibbling it.
He grinned lightly at her nibbling, his left hand continuing to grip onto her backside while his right moved up and gently rubbed her back “okay, Judy, can you at least promise me this one thing?”
“Depends on what this ‘thing’ is, Chris,” the woman from Battle Creek said in response to the once Gatekeeper of Dreams And Nightmare’s words.
“For one its nothing intermediate,” he joked lightly before finally deciding to say this promise to her. “No matter how fun it all seems…the moment you think its getting too dangerous or reckless, can you please promise that you’ll return to me? I know wrestling is fun and all but it is not something worth shortening your lifespan for.”
JFP politely listened to Chris’ words and actually stayed quiet for a few seconds before finally nodding her head slowly. “Sure, I promise you that when it gets too much I’ll call it a day and come back to you…that will be my promise to you,” shortly after saying those words the ex-referee kissed her husband on his lips once again. But this kiss wasn’t as long as the last one and once their lips have separated she smiled lightly “lets go home Chris, I doubt your buddy Razor is a good babysitter.” They both laughed after she said that and they both got up before the married couple wandered off, with Chris carrying the bags, out of the gym. Once there the couple entered the blue and white BMW M3 GTR, with Chris has the driver and Judy has the passenger, before they drove off back to their home.
“Thank you for agreeing to train me Chris,” the twenty-three year old said, with a light smile on her face, has she bent over to grab a bottle of water from one of the two bags the couple have brought into this gym.
“No need to thank me Judy.” The male replied, clearly looking at his wife’s ass “there was no way I was forking out for you to travel to India for Melissa to train you, or vice versa.”
They both chuckled at Chris’ comment, since both of them knew the real excuse was because he doesn’t want his wife to be too far away. “Its getting hard to resist the temptation isn’t it?” Judy softly teased him, knowing and accepting his obsession with her bottom, before standing up straight and drinking some water out of the water bottle.
“Maybe that is why you insisted on doing this at a local gym,” Chris joked lightly before kissing Mrs Middley on her neck.
Their relationship had some interesting turns and events indeed. They first met when Razor thought Judy could be someone Chris admit his problems to, this first meeting instead ended with Middley discovering how powerful Miss Phoenix is but how she can’t swim for her life. After two months of getting to know each other, personally and professionally, the two lost their virginities together before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. Months later Judy was tested positive in a pregnancy text, famously the night before Middley lost in a barbaric World Title match, which led the male into semi-retiring just to look after his pregnant girlfriend. Then, a few days before Valentine’s Day, Phoenix gave birth to their child…an adorable girl called Valentine and a few months later, three weeks after the anniversary of their relationship, the two got a private marriage…converting the former official’s real name from ‘Judy Lawson’ to ‘Judy Middley.’
“Are you sure about this Judy?” Chris asked, breaking the cheerful teasing mood, while sitting down on the bench.
Instead of answering him straight away JFP placed the water back in the bag and sat down on his lap before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “Sure about what Chris?” the young female asked, having a slight feeling that she knows what her husband is worrying about.
“Are you sure that you want to be a wrestler Judy?” He adjusted his question and JFP was about to answer but the male placed his right index finger over her lips “let me explain why I asked. I know that you’ve been trained by Cheerleader Melissa years ago but there is a clear difference between learning about wrestling and actually wrestling somebody. I’ve been in extremely violent matches before Judy and I don’t think I could bear the thought of you being scarred from stuff like barbed-wire or you getting a broken arm. I really don’t want you to get hurt Judy…I won’t stop you if you want to wrestle, but please don’t overdo it…”
She smiled at how caring her husband is of her health, if it was his old friend Razor he would have totally been like ‘injuries are for pussies, keep going’ yet with her he is speaking of how he doesn’t want her to get hurt. So, the moment the word ‘it’ ejected his mouth the raven-haired lady kissed him on the lips, this kiss started gently but quickly became passionate has Chris began to return the kiss to the soft lips of his beautiful spouse. Both of his hands stroked down her sides, all the way to her booty, before giving that tush a deep squeeze. She moaned into the kiss because of this and once the kiss ended Judy smiled at her lover. “You’re so sensitive at times Chris, how sweet…remember that I’m a big girl though, so I’ll be alright,” she leaned forward and whispered those words in Chris’ right ear before softly nibbling it.
He grinned lightly at her nibbling, his left hand continuing to grip onto her backside while his right moved up and gently rubbed her back “okay, Judy, can you at least promise me this one thing?”
“Depends on what this ‘thing’ is, Chris,” the woman from Battle Creek said in response to the once Gatekeeper of Dreams And Nightmare’s words.
“For one its nothing intermediate,” he joked lightly before finally deciding to say this promise to her. “No matter how fun it all seems…the moment you think its getting too dangerous or reckless, can you please promise that you’ll return to me? I know wrestling is fun and all but it is not something worth shortening your lifespan for.”
JFP politely listened to Chris’ words and actually stayed quiet for a few seconds before finally nodding her head slowly. “Sure, I promise you that when it gets too much I’ll call it a day and come back to you…that will be my promise to you,” shortly after saying those words the ex-referee kissed her husband on his lips once again. But this kiss wasn’t as long as the last one and once their lips have separated she smiled lightly “lets go home Chris, I doubt your buddy Razor is a good babysitter.” They both laughed after she said that and they both got up before the married couple wandered off, with Chris carrying the bags, out of the gym. Once there the couple entered the blue and white BMW M3 GTR, with Chris has the driver and Judy has the passenger, before they drove off back to their home.