Queens Doin' Queen Shit | Johnny's Angels
Oct 23, 2022 13:58:26 GMT -5
CJ Phoenix, Addy A, and 2 more like this
Post by Lissie Hope ♥ on Oct 23, 2022 13:58:26 GMT -5
TIJUANA | Last week. The knock on the door startled them. Johnny's eyes darted around the room as the Angels fixed their hair in the mirror, readjusting their clothing to appear unphased. Johnny quickly rose to his feet, turning on the sink to scrub his hands of the scent of debauchery. Lissie leaned over and kissed his shoulder in gratitude - “no, thank you,” Johnny whispered. The knock grew more urgent, as the bulge in Johnny’s pants shrunk by comparison. “Just a second,” he called out. The Spanish mumbling was undecipherable, as Johnny’s mind quickly wandered. “We’ll just say we were in here taking bumps,” he quickly offered. Addy reached into her purse and pulled out a baggie. “I scored some earlier - why lie?” Alex’s eyes opened in shock, while Lissie froze with the temptation. “Let’s just go -” Johnny instructed, leading the ladies out of the bathroom single-file, hand-in-hand. The men in the doorway glanced at the situation, grinning that their preconceived notions were probably accurate. “Este hombre,” one said as they passed. “Esa es una mierda de rey.” TRANSLATION | "This fuckin' guy. That's some king shit." PRESENT DAY: Phoenix, Arizona was a strange place for Adelaide - she found the heat oppressive, but loved the way the beads of sweat rolled down her supple skin. The air-conditioning of her hotel room was cooling, creating a juxtaposition against the lathering of sweat that she was covered with. A shower is heard running in the background, as Adelaide lights a cigarette from the nightstand, with complete disregard for the regulations of her abode. Taking a prolonged drag from her cancerous stick of nicotine, she attempts to shout over the running water of the other room, "We goin' again or what?" After impatiently waiting for a response that wasn't forthcoming, she throws forth the sheet from which she was under and walks toward the bathroom door in nothing but a set of lacy pink bra and panties. Her steps move with the cocky swagger of a confident woman, throwing the bathroom door open as the water is turned off. Her guest pokes his head around the corner of the alcove. "Sup, Addy?" smiles Devin Booker. "Can't wait for ya." Addy giggles like a schoolgirl, playing fantasy with her geography teacher. Devin's face washes with the desire to experience Addy and seemingly wishes to be something else. "Ya know, coach will murder me if I'm late for practice." Pirouetting, Addy smiles, rolling her tongue across her lips, "Ya don't want this?" "You know I do." Booker grins as she steps out of the shower alcove with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He closes the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her waist, they lustfully share a kiss. "Wait for me," he smiles stepping away Addy gleefully responds, "Maybe. But you should watch Clash on Monday. I'll show ya how to win in the finals." TRANSLATION | She was on her King Shit. “If I had to pick someone that has picked their carcass off the dirt and become something more than was ever expected of them. It would certainly be you, CJ. Not all that long ago, you were nothing more than a by-line in the footnotes of the story that is Action Wrestling. Now, son, they’re painting your name on the walls of dirty alleys talking about you as potentially the future.” “No wonder Spencer Adams has become an epiphyte growing on the bark of your trunk.” “I see it, I understand it, and I commend you as an improving talent in Action Wrestling, find the strength within your body to carry King Shit’s version of Dionysus to something special rather than becoming your concrete boots.” “You know what, CJ. That’s where the fucking compliments stop.” “This is Action Wrestling. There is no time for niceties when we drive for success and I can tell from bottom of my very dark heart that I want success in this business - I embrace it , being the Television Champion and I will laud it over you when we win the Trios Trophies.” “Since toppling Insurgentsia - what really have you done? You were almost All-In, but you’re either pregnant or you’re not. No fucking middle ground on that.” “You’ve overseen a reign as a Champion of division at probably its lowest ebb since Red, White and Bruised wore the straps. But that’s not your fault - or is it? You could call out some big names - but you don’t. Is that a telling portrayal of your deeper character?” “You tell me.” “I wish I could get inside your head and understand what makes you tick, CJ. I’m not talking like a TheRapist would. I’m talking in a Craig Schwartz kind of way. Not sure I’ll go the whole hog down the road - but I’m a little of puppetry for my own personal entertainment would be worth whatever contorted fucked up shit I find. Not that I should be concerned because I’m almost certain that my own dark fantasies would be more than any landscape you could paint with the images of your previous existence.” “Maybe.” “Maybe Not.” “Those are the things that I can’t really control, CJ. But what I can control is what I’m capable of doing to you inside that very ring - no matter what the rules allow or don’t. Sure, I know you put me down for a count when you qualified for that All-In match - I can live with that. But history shows when we learn and grow the lessons in our past - the results change. Most people roll the dice still on Regan Voorhees pinning me at Execution - just look at everything between that whore and I since then.” “How many times did Bacchycat make you his bitch before Clash of Champions?” “Welcome to Trios, CJ, right?” “We all know that our stories are bound to intertwine much more than they already have, Phoenix. With the exception of our all-in qualifier, we’ve only been ships in the night passing each other, mostly without second thought. That changes when I fucking say so, CJ.” “That changes this Monday.” “Two years ago, Mexico was the breaking of The Swallowing.” “Through toil and blood - our bond was proven stronger than anything you can ever imagine. We rebuilt and remade the tag division - the Following after us then and King Shit after us now - others succeeded on the dead bodies we left behind us.” “One week ago, Mexico was the making of Johnny's Angels.” “This week we will dance back across the battlefield we created, crushing the skulls of those same dead soldiers like it’s Los Angeles 2029AD.” “If you think otherwise, you’re welcome to try and rewrite your future history but if James Cameron et al. have shown that no matter how many times you try to rewrite your destiny we are always going to have our Judgement Day.” “The question that comes from that, CJ - is this. Are you going to rise like the mythical bird you’ve named yourself after? Not if I have anything to do with it. Dallas, Texas | Alexandra’s town, where she was raised. She found it easier to be home and relax after everything that had transpired the last few weeks. Taking a little time to spend with her family, she found the reason why she kept going when she wanted to give up. Just when she thought the three count had happened to her career, she got a power up right at the end. A chance to try something new, thanks to Addy and Lissie, Johnny’s angels. At this precise moment, Alexandra was doing the most important job she had, being a mother. She sat at the desk in her daughter's room, helping her with her homework. When her daughter began to speak, she stopped and looked at her. “Mom.. you and the girls are totally going to win the trios tournament.” Alexandra looked over to see her daughter standing there. She gave her a soft giggle and nodded. “Well that’s the plan dear. But for now I need you to focus on being a kid. You don’t need to worry about what I need to do.” “Johnny’s Angels..” “Johnny’s Angels..” She tousled her daughter's hair and smirked, before getting up and walking away from the table where her daughter had been sitting, working on her homework. She made her way downstairs and out onto her front porch, looking out over the land that she herself paid outright for. Everything she had, she worked for. She didn’t need anyone to give it to her. She fought and bled for it, just as she has every day since she stepped into Action Wrestling. “You know, it’s said that women are the strongest of the species.. And that’s true. We actually form life within our bodies, carry it, host an entire other lifeform, while men can get a splinter and cry like a three year old whose favourite toy got taken away. Cedrone.. I feel bad for you. You’ve handcuffed your chances at greatness to a sinking ship. King Shit…” A scoff escapes her lips, what had either of those losers done to consider calling themselves Kings? They seemed more like a group of ten year olds who just got their first Fortnite Victory Royale and suddenly they were the best in the world. Grow up. “King shit my ass.. Jonny, you could do so much better. You have such potential. Don’t think I haven’t seen it. I have. I’ve seen so much out of you.. But when you linked up with Spencer and CJ.. You joined a weak alliance. You are better than them.. And they are using you to gain their last bit of stardom.. By sucking the life.. Out of yours.” She shook her head. The King is the weakest piece on the chess board. Tonight Alexandra would make sure that she took the Kings Crown and showed everyone she was the Queen, the power piece.. The one who would end their dreams of the Trios. “You should look up at the stars, Ceddy. You know the light we see from them.. Most of them.. Are already dead. Cold.. Lifeless.. That’s what King Shit will do to your career. They’ll use your warmth, your light.. And leave you cold and dead.. Floating in the masses with the other.. Losers. Get out.. While you still can. Before the worst could happen to you.” She paused for a moment. It was hard not to like Cedrone, the man was talented with a lot of potential, but honestly, the fool was walking himself into a trap with King Shit. She knew what would happen to him. He would get his light burned out far too fast. And King Shit would be to blame. Poor Johnny would be left with nothing. “I’m sure you’ll think I’m being overly dramatic and trying to play mind games with you. But I’m being honest. After all my years in this industry.. I can see it coming from a mile away and I hate to see people like the so-called Kings of Action Wrestling.. Destroying another young talent, because they need to hold onto something they lost years ago, or never had to start out with. That’s the problem with King Shit, they can’t accept that the moment it was printed that they’d be facing Johnny’s Angels.. They had already lost. It’s just sad that you had to link yourself with them.” Another pause and she rolled her eyes. Fuck King Shit.. Kings are NOTHING without a Queen. Alexandra knew what she had to do, what must be done and she had more than enough strength to do it. She proved that last week. She proved she was more than just the girl who got tossed into the lot because of her last name. She proved that she was the force that could NOT be reckoned with. She would do the same in the match with King Shit. “Jon..Ceddy, if you decide you want to take the risk of being involved with them, then I hope that you have signed your last will and testament. Kiss your loved ones.. Tell them I said I’m sorry in advance for what I must do to you.. Because when the story is all said and done.. The QUEEN is still the strongest piece on the board..” She paused once more. Blowing a kiss to the camera. “And I am that Queen..” With that she walks back inside and closes the door, just as she will close the door on King Shit and Cedrone’s dreams with the rest of Johnny’s Angels. Don’t get me wrong - it’s always fun to be in the same room with my girls, taking turns dunking on each of those faces we intend to slap around the ring with our king-size lady dicks, but sometimes you’ve gotta step away with the people who mean the most, in the place that means the most. I’m home - not in the abstract sense. Not in the corporate sense. But in the physical one, here in Texas, with my boyfriend holding the camera - Johnny turns the camera to himself and makes a peace sign - and my ‘ma cooking dinner. I wanted to feel the comfort, the safety, the love they share for me - the kind of love that you willingly deprived of me, after you promised me otherwise. My attention isn’t on Action Wrestling, Spence, it’s on you. You’ve been right about that one thing, even if you’ve been out of fucking pocket and wrong about everything else. Every time I see your fuckin’ name across from mine, I’m reminded by how you betrayed me - how I was just a toy for you to play with until I didn’t have anything to offer you anymore. And that’s why this will always be personal. I don’t know how such a sweet, strong woman like Adeline can trust that you can be dropped near the Arizona State campus and not try to enlist Mark Calaway, looking to tag-team some zonked-out blonde co-ed and become wrestling’s newest tag-team, the Deep Dickers - because that’s what we’ve come to expect from such an untrustworthy predator like yourself. Waiting for the next pet project, the next reclamation story that you can abuse and take credit for turning around, just like when you handed my drunk ass your number in a hotel bar and brought me up to your room. You never cared for me, because you fuckin’ ditched me when I needed you the most. CJ will learn that you never cared for him either when he loses you those tag team straps. You might be promising Jonny C the fuckin’ world, but you’ll desert him when he inevitably doesn’t live up to your expectations. That’s 🆃🅷🅴🅂🅃🄾🅁🅈 of Spencer Adams, Action Wrestling’s resident starfucker - err, starmaker. You like to have a hand in everyone’s story without ever letting anyone have a hand in your own. You’re an arrogant, selfish, self-interested pussy who questions my love for this business because I don’t do things the Spencer Adams way. I invest myself fully into everything I do, with the people I care for - you jump from tag-team to tag-team like a tick on a ballsack, looking for fresh blood to feed off - you fuckin’ vulture. Your Hall of Fame career may be celebrated, like mine was last week, but it’s forever marred by your own fuckin’ hypocrisy - you are not a beacon of loyalty. You’re a pompous, sanctimonius try-hard who will never live up to this angelic persona you’ve always attempted to be: leading the Slabs? Failure. Giving prospects a spotlight? Up until the moment they eclipse you - hi, Carter! You’re actually 14-0 this year? I’m taking your record, Spence. And next time we meet? Addy and I are taking back our fuckin’ titles. But first things first? Three queens are coming for what’s theirs. Fuckin' Trios. “I don’t wanna leave, J,” Lissie said, her fingers clutched in Johnny’s hand as he steered with the other. They pulled onto the freeway, leaving the sign of her small east Texas city in the rear-view mirror. Now Leaving: Conroe, Texas “It’s nice to come back home sometimes,” he said gently, knowing she was processing some emotions. “And thank you for letting me see you in your world. In your element. You just seem so free, here.” “I can just be myself,” she said, fighting through tears. “I don’t have to put on a show for anyone. The pageantry of Action Wrestling - it just doesn’t seem real sometimes.” “That’s because it isn’t,” Johnny said. She tried to see into his eyes, but they were guarded by his sunglasses. “I think we all get so hypnotized by playing these roles. We don't enjoy the moments. And I’m glad you’re seeing that now,” he said, squeezing her hand back. “Thank you for not holding it against me that I got out when I did.” “I don’t want you to leave, J,” she said, her voice cracking. She was unable to hold it in any longer. “Tiger,” he assured. “I’m not going anywhere.” Johnny's Angels - Alex Calaway, Addy A, and Lissie Hope - may have found themselves (sexually) entangled in Mexico, but as they mentally prepared for the Trios Championship match, they retreated back to the the places they know best. |
