Post by Addy A on Mar 31, 2024 4:13:48 GMT -5
Adelaide Ainsworth was responsible for one of the most notorious revenge crime sprees in Las Vegas history, personally slaying the seven men responsible for the murder of her boyfriend on the back of an immunity deal from the FBI. This was all on the back of her written testimony that was intended to bring the downfall of one of the most dangerous organised crime syndicates in the same Las Vegas. Adelaide had already made the deal - it was why Robbie was murdered. She sought permission to trade an eye for an eye and in their desperation it was granted. Every man will do what they think is necessary to achieve their ascension. Adelaide traded on that to gain her revenge.
When the foundations of life are built on quicksand everything will eventually fall apart. While her immunity still stands, her protection has gone. Every shadow, every strange noise has her reliving these nightmares in her dreams. Adelaide has come to grips that her own mortality is shorter than most, but her own ego will never let her leave without swinging for the fences. With the collapse of most of the evidence in the RICO case against the Bigliano crime family, she is constantly looking over her shoulder. The one thing she knows though - she wasn’t going for her final swim, afraid. It has brought her back to her homebase of Los Angeles. She left her daughter in safe hands of some well connected Mexican friends, walked back into the national spotlight of Action Wrestling and screamed to the rooftops ‘Come and get me.’
Lounging on a poolchair on her Venice rooftop, she watched as the moon rose higher in the starless skies of California. A collection of empty beer bottles sat idle while she slowly inhaled the deadly hooks of nicotine from the cigarette she held in her left hand. The bottle of tequila that sat next to her was tempting when a silent hand lifted it from the table as she reached for it.
“Hello Adelaide.” He spoke. She knew his voice.
Joey Bigliani.
Pouring two shots, he passed one to Adelaide.
Throwing it down his throat, “Not tonight,” he said with a sadistic smile. Watching with malicious delight as Adelaide swallowed her shot. “That would be too easy. Rats have to suffer.”
“Aww. I wanted some fun.” she said, masking fear with a sardonic cackle.
“Hey Champ!”
“Do ya realise the more things change the more they stay the same.”
“I arrived back in Action Wrestling with less fanfare than last time. But just like every time I've burst through those doors I've won championships and I've elevated everything around me.”
“No matter which way you slice it this curvy fucking arse of mine is a money maker.”
“Then we have you.”
“Niobe Martin.”
“Through sheer volume of matches we've developed somewhat of a rivalry. A rivalry as one-sided as the Globetrotters and the Generals.”
“But even Krusty the Clown thought the Generals were due.”
“But…”
“Ain't no fucking clown in our audience think you're due.”
“Look. You're the current TV Champ, It would be foolish of me to be too dismissive of ya Nobes. But let's step back and look at the history of things. Every time you and me have stepped in the ring together the result has been the same - me getting me hand raised in victory and you crying like like a jilted side chicken wondering what the fuck you got to do to get the prize.”
“Every. Single. Fucking. Time.”
“And no, you ain’t fucking due.”
“This is where the fun stops for you nightmare. While you might be wearing that belt around your waist and you’ve got every fucking right to be proud of your achievements in capturing the Television Title. But… The fact is you ain’t gonna be carrying it around much longer. Not once we step between the ropes at Fool’s Gold. I will be taking my Television Title from you and I will be draping it over my left shoulder along with my Cruiserweight Title.”
“Sure you will come at one at me”
“I’m not that fucking stupid.”
“The confidence your stupid blonde brain will have gained from winning the belt - will only serve to send you deeper into the realm of stupid in which you already exist. Instead of just thinking you can beat me inside a wrestling ring, you’ll soon start thinking you can beat me in a fight. Ain’t many that can even keep up with throwing hands in a down and dirty brawl with me, Nobes. And you’re certainly not one of them.”
“Not this week.”
“Not ever.”
“While you might see that Television Strap as the culmination of your perseverance in Action Wrestling - the reality is that it's the source of your bad luck, your Fool's Gold so to speak. Without it, Addy A versus Niobe Martin - why should I give a shit. I've put you on your back so many times you might as well be Mia Khalifa.”
“But with that Television Title, my Television Title - I am coming for you, for your throat. I have something to drive me to destroy you. Not because you matter to me - but my Television Title matters to me. And that is just bad fucking luck for you.”
“Good, bad or indifferent. Some of us are capable of making our own luck and some rely on others to drag them through the sewers like drowning rats. You haven't made your own luck for the years you've been in Action Wrestling. Not once. You've been treated as almost everyone's hit it and quit it. You got lucky when Driller lost his heart and the moment fell to you. But now the love you thought you gained - I'm ripping it away from you - like your worst nightmare. I will be taking my Television Title from you.”
“That's not good luck.”
“It's not bad luck.”
“It's just drowning rats.”
When the foundations of life are built on quicksand everything will eventually fall apart. While her immunity still stands, her protection has gone. Every shadow, every strange noise has her reliving these nightmares in her dreams. Adelaide has come to grips that her own mortality is shorter than most, but her own ego will never let her leave without swinging for the fences. With the collapse of most of the evidence in the RICO case against the Bigliano crime family, she is constantly looking over her shoulder. The one thing she knows though - she wasn’t going for her final swim, afraid. It has brought her back to her homebase of Los Angeles. She left her daughter in safe hands of some well connected Mexican friends, walked back into the national spotlight of Action Wrestling and screamed to the rooftops ‘Come and get me.’
Lounging on a poolchair on her Venice rooftop, she watched as the moon rose higher in the starless skies of California. A collection of empty beer bottles sat idle while she slowly inhaled the deadly hooks of nicotine from the cigarette she held in her left hand. The bottle of tequila that sat next to her was tempting when a silent hand lifted it from the table as she reached for it.
“Hello Adelaide.” He spoke. She knew his voice.
Joey Bigliani.
Pouring two shots, he passed one to Adelaide.
Throwing it down his throat, “Not tonight,” he said with a sadistic smile. Watching with malicious delight as Adelaide swallowed her shot. “That would be too easy. Rats have to suffer.”
“Aww. I wanted some fun.” she said, masking fear with a sardonic cackle.
“Hey Champ!”
“Do ya realise the more things change the more they stay the same.”
“I arrived back in Action Wrestling with less fanfare than last time. But just like every time I've burst through those doors I've won championships and I've elevated everything around me.”
“No matter which way you slice it this curvy fucking arse of mine is a money maker.”
“Then we have you.”
“Niobe Martin.”
“Through sheer volume of matches we've developed somewhat of a rivalry. A rivalry as one-sided as the Globetrotters and the Generals.”
“But even Krusty the Clown thought the Generals were due.”
“But…”
“Ain't no fucking clown in our audience think you're due.”
“Look. You're the current TV Champ, It would be foolish of me to be too dismissive of ya Nobes. But let's step back and look at the history of things. Every time you and me have stepped in the ring together the result has been the same - me getting me hand raised in victory and you crying like like a jilted side chicken wondering what the fuck you got to do to get the prize.”
“Every. Single. Fucking. Time.”
“And no, you ain’t fucking due.”
“This is where the fun stops for you nightmare. While you might be wearing that belt around your waist and you’ve got every fucking right to be proud of your achievements in capturing the Television Title. But… The fact is you ain’t gonna be carrying it around much longer. Not once we step between the ropes at Fool’s Gold. I will be taking my Television Title from you and I will be draping it over my left shoulder along with my Cruiserweight Title.”
“Sure you will come at one at me”
“I’m not that fucking stupid.”
“The confidence your stupid blonde brain will have gained from winning the belt - will only serve to send you deeper into the realm of stupid in which you already exist. Instead of just thinking you can beat me inside a wrestling ring, you’ll soon start thinking you can beat me in a fight. Ain’t many that can even keep up with throwing hands in a down and dirty brawl with me, Nobes. And you’re certainly not one of them.”
“Not this week.”
“Not ever.”
“While you might see that Television Strap as the culmination of your perseverance in Action Wrestling - the reality is that it's the source of your bad luck, your Fool's Gold so to speak. Without it, Addy A versus Niobe Martin - why should I give a shit. I've put you on your back so many times you might as well be Mia Khalifa.”
“But with that Television Title, my Television Title - I am coming for you, for your throat. I have something to drive me to destroy you. Not because you matter to me - but my Television Title matters to me. And that is just bad fucking luck for you.”
“Good, bad or indifferent. Some of us are capable of making our own luck and some rely on others to drag them through the sewers like drowning rats. You haven't made your own luck for the years you've been in Action Wrestling. Not once. You've been treated as almost everyone's hit it and quit it. You got lucky when Driller lost his heart and the moment fell to you. But now the love you thought you gained - I'm ripping it away from you - like your worst nightmare. I will be taking my Television Title from you.”
“That's not good luck.”
“It's not bad luck.”
“It's just drowning rats.”