Chronicles of Adelaide Ainsworth: The First Time We Met
Jan 2, 2020 1:08:28 GMT -5
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Post by Addy A on Jan 2, 2020 1:08:28 GMT -5
Scene I: Spilled Milk?
Part A
Las Vegas, Nevada - November 5, 2019
‘Don’ Gino Bigliano sits behind his opulent mahogany desk that dominates his equally opulent office.It is obvious from a cursory glance that every piece of his furniture is crafted from the finest dark mahogany wood that money could possibly buy. The Don himself is glad in a fine suit, color that can’t be adequately described darker than charcoal but lighter than black. Despite his overweight frame, the suit fits him perfectly.
Adelaide is approached by both the agents in the ring, and is being told she is being detained. Adelaide looks like she is ready to fight, but one look at their backup around the ring (and Ghostwood still standing there) gives her other thoughts. She submits, and allows them to take her in.
Case: You gotta be shitting me! That's twice now the cops have cost Addy A. a match!
Trey: Ghostwood is just as stunned as we are!
An agent is heard speaking as they pass a camera, saying Adelaide is "wanted for questioning."
Case: You gotta be shitting me! That's twice now the cops have cost Addy A. a match!
Trey: Ghostwood is just as stunned as we are!
An agent is heard speaking as they pass a camera, saying Adelaide is "wanted for questioning."
“Get me Jackie now.” the Don screams at the door as he slams his fist on the desk, as he watches Adelaide Ainsworth escorted away by FBI agents, on the television that dominates the wall next to the door.
Black Leon opens the door. His giant frame enters the room and is clearly submissive to the Don.
“Sorry, Don. I didn’t hear you.” He speaks with the nervousness of a man who is afraid to fail his superior,
“I said,” the Don speaks slowly and forcefully, “get me Jackie, now!” He places a certain emphasis on now to ensure that by ‘now’ he means immediately and he will accept no excuse for delay.
“Yes, Don.” Black Leon nods and turns and exits the office, as Black Leon closes the door behind him, the Don picks up an ashtray off his desk hurls it with a combination of frustration and rage against the door. The Don releases the deep guttural growl of a powerful man with a powerful voice as the ceramic shatters upon impact.
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Part B
“You assured me she wouldn’t talk.” Don Gino Bigliani’s voice is laced with venom as he allows it to linger in the air while glaring fiery daggers from his eyes into the soul of his nephew - Jackie Bigliani.
Jackie Bigliani is sitting in a chair opposite the Don in his office.While resplendently dressed with the suit of one of the finest designers money can buy, small patches of sweat in the creases around the underarms show Jackie is nervous, perhaps genuinely fearful of the Don may do in this very moment.
“Don.” He pauses to swallow saliva that has stuck in his throat. “We don’t she’s said anything.”
Gino Bigliani slams his fist with definitive authority on his desk. “We don’t know? We don’t know! You should know.”
“Don…” Jackie stammers.
“No excuses!” Gino interject the rage boiling just below the surface.
“I’m not making excuses. I know Adelaide. She won’t talk. I know what this looks like, but she’ll keep her mouth shut.” Jackie audibly swallows nervous saliva.
The Don simply stares at Jackie - his eyes full of rage - the inferno burning just behind the pupils.
“She won’t talk.” Jackie speaks without prompting, just to break the vicious silence that the Don is allowing to linger between each spoken phrase.
The Don continues to glare with the anger of enraged wolf at Jackie, he sees Jackie opening his mouth but simply raises the index finger on his right hand to silence him.
The Don speaks with deliberate tone. “Jackie, let me explain this clearly. One problem with our organisation out of this situation. One problem. I will ensure that you are buried somewhere the coyotes won’t find. It was your dalliance with Adelaide that brought her into this organisation. It was my niece's wishes that you remain breathing today. Your children will find another father if they have to. Remember, it’s your wife that keeps you alive - nothing more than that. We got lucky that Adelaide has a certain set of skills and a penchant for wet work that I find valuable, but I will not sacrifice my empire for anyone. Remember that, Jackie. This started because you couldn’t stop yourself fucking a teenager. Remember that.”
Jackie just nods.
The Don nods in return. “Find her, clean this mess.” Each world delivered with deliberate intent, leaving Jackie Bigliani with the knowledge of the consequences if fails to have anything but complete success in this matter.
Scene II: Silence is Golden?
Location Unknown, circa Late Nov-Early Dec 2019
The room is nothing more than a concrete cell. In each corner, stands what can only be assumed to be a government agent of some sort, each of them dressed in a generic black suit, with a black tie and a white shirt, each with the same haircut, clipped neatly around the neck and ears with just enough left on top not to be a military crew cut. In the centre of the room is a steel table, at that steel table is a single steel chair. In that steel chair is Adelaide Ainsworth. Her hands have been left unshackled, but her legs and waist are shackled to the chair. She is sitting in her wrestling clothes, she is leaning on the table with a smirk on her face looking at the two way mirror that is directly in front of her. She flips the bird at the glass for no other reason than she can. She lets out a loud cackle.
“Hey ya fuckin goons, when I wanna fuckin get out. I’m gonna get the fuck out and nothin ya can do gonna fuck stop me. Ya know that, right?” she half laughs as she talks to the four motionless guards.
Starting with a snort of her nostrils, she draws as much phlegm as she possibly can before spitting the wad from her mouth directly into the centre of the glass at which she is staring, it lands with a thud such is its volume.
“Ya fuckin know ya ain’t got fuckin nothin. I’m outta here when me time’s up.”
She raises her middle finger, before slamming both her hands on the steel.
“Fuck it, cunts. Ya want a show. I’ll finger fuck me’self and ya can see it all. Don’t care cunts.”
Adelaide suddenly grabs her crop top and rips it down revealing her breasts to those eyes watching her like hawks.
“Titties, fuckers. Ya like that?”
She tries to stand but is unable due to her shackles, so she instead pushes the table, the sound of steel scraping on concrete causes everyone to wince in audio agony, except Addy she just laughs like a crazed hyena.All four guards take two steps closer as she shakes her breasts around while she continues to cackle like a maniac.
The cell door opens.
Scene III: Desperately Seeking Adelaide
Las Vegas, Nevada - December 2019
Cindy’s in an establishment that Jackie Bigliani owns. It was where he originally met Adelaide Ainsworth. She had tried had managed to garner herself a fake ID and get herself on the payroll. It was also where Jackie Bigliani was caught by his wife, the niece of ‘Don’ Gino Bigliani, fucking Adelaide Ainsworth. It was only then that it was identified that Ainsworth was just a teenager. Jackie breathes because his wife didn’t want her children to be without a father. Adelaide was intended to face the consequences of her liaison with Jackie, until the Don and several important lieutenants saw the damage she inflicted upon the men tasked with dealing with her - those are stories for another time. Adelaide now works for the Family and is missing, last seen being taken into the custody of the FBI at a Trinity Wrestling event. The Don is fearful her inside knowledge will bring down his Empire and has tasked Jackie with finding her. He currently has her friend and stripper, Savannah sitting in a chair in front of him as stands over her. Savannah is topless and and in small pair shorts in what appears to be a private dressing room.
“Look, Sav - we know you and Addy are friends.” pushes Jackie, pushing his right index finger against the middle of her forehead to make her head bounce back.
“Jackie. I swear I ain’t seen her. I swear!” Sav screeches back.
Jackie grabs her left breast. “These implants, we paid for these. It will be a shame if we had to remove out investment.” He smiles as he fondles her breast.
“I swear, Jackie.” she pleads.
Jackie reaches into his coat pocket and removes an overly ornate knife.
“Jackie, I swear.”
He brings the blade to her breast, pressing the cold steel against her warm flesh. Tears start to roll down the face of Savannah the Stripper; while the smile on the face of Jackie widens sadistically as small droplets of blood begin to pool on her fake tan.
“Savannah. Savannah. Savannah. You have three options. One. you tell me where Addy is. I know she has spoken to you. Two, you put those sweet sweet lips of yours to work.” Bigliani rubs his genitals through his pants with his free hand. “Or, three, I take back our investments.” he presses the blade a little harder into her skin.
“Or four, cunt!” a voice cuts through Savannah’s palpable fear.
The voices startles Jackie Bigliani enough that he turns around, eyes wide and looks straight at Adelaide Ainsworth. He opens his mouth to speak but before a sound exits his lips, she punches him in the nose with her brass knuckle clad right fist. He drops, unconscious. Adelaide tosses a shirt to Savannah.”
“Put a fuckin’ shirt on Sav.” she chuckles as she steps onto the fallen Jackie.
“Thank you Addy. Thank you. Thank you.” says Savannah gleefully as she hugs Adelaide.
“Fuck it, ain’t nothin’, hate that cunt anyways.”
“I thought you liked Jackie. You were sleeping with him.”
“Nah, I fucked him. He’s got a small dick. Plus he’s a pussy bitch when the fuckin heat is on. Get the fuck outta here, Sav. I’ll fix this shit up. Do me a favour, yeh, Sav?”
“Of course, Addy.”
“Tell ya fuckin brother I’ll be seein’ ‘im soon.”
“Ok. Ok.”
Savannah puts on the shirt and leaves Adelaide alone with the unconscious Bigliani. She smiles and rifles through his jacket and pulls out some sort of card, or possibly a photo. She picks the knife up that he dropped when she dropped him. She looks at his face, and presses the steel against his throat. She opts against slicing his throat open, before she twists her body and slices through achilles tendon of his left foot. She gets up and walks away, dropping the knife as she slips the card into the back pocket of her tightly fitting jeans. She then lets the knucks fall off her hand and walks away.
Scene IV: (Un)willing Collaboration of Common Interests
Nevada Desert - NYE 2019
‘Don’ Gino Bigliani rarely ventures from his palatial estate on the outskirts of Las Vegas, but he has deemed to must attend to this business himself. He is outside an old rundown trailer that has found itself in the middle of what can only be deemed ‘nowhere’, sitting on an old foldable chair, His frame overflowing from its confines, he is shaded by a worn out umbrella, opposite him in denim short shorts and pink polka dot bikini is the one and only(thankfully), Adelaide Ainsworth. Standing over Addy are two of the Don’s generic goons. It is obvious from the posture and body language of the two cohorts that neither is happy to be in each other’s vicinity.
“Business is business.” the Don cuts with thick tension with his baritone voice.
“Look, fuck ya, G. I’m out. Ain’t doin shit for ya no more, right?” Addy spits back with venom.
“Look, Adelaide. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. There facts are plain. Yet, I allow you to function. I allow you to breathe. Something you should be happy for…”
“Fuck ya, ya fat prick.” she snarls as she cuts Gino off mid-sentence.
“Such venom, especially for such a young girl, one still too you to drink. But, as I was saying, Adelaide. I own you. I will continue to own you for as long I will you to. You almost destroyed my niece with your dalliance with Jackie.”
“Screw the limp dick motherfucker.”
“I believe you have. On many occasions. Jackie is not your concern, you will answer to me and me alone from this moment forward.”
“And what if I don’t fuckin listen and just do what the fuck I want?” she lets the question linger with a psychotic arrogance.
“Well, we will take care of two dimwitted brothers you so fond of.”
Adelaide shrugs, “Whaddya say it was, business is fuckin’ business.”
“Yes, Ms. Ainsworth I did, but we also know where your daughter and your mother live in that squalid little house, how do you say it, down under.”
“Fuck you!” she screams at the Don and attempts to lunge, but the giant hands of the goons force her back into the chair.
“Now, now. You can do you little wrestling thing. It’s feed that penchant for violence that I so dearly enjoy. However, when I require you, I will call you and you will do what you are told, or someone in the Ainsworth family may start missing fingers and toes.”
“Ya fuckin’ wouldn’t.”
“I would, and you know I would, Adelaide. It wouldn’t just be you daughter or your mother either. Those friendly brothers would suffer too. What do they say, Oh Flop?”
“Fuck you”
Again, Adelaide tries to lunge across the table, but she is held in place by the giant hands of Gino’s generic goons.
“No.” he smirks, “Though, young Adelaide, if you do the right thing, everyone goes home very happy. I’ve got your favourite little blue dress and some nice matching heels in the car. You have a job to do, then I’ll organise your transport to record your little wrestling interview.”
Adelaide’s face burns with anger, as the Don pushes himself up out of the chair, and walks away from the trailer, as he reaches his limousine. He stops and turns around and looks at Adelaide who is still being held in place by his goons.
“Ms. Ainsworth. I have ears and eyes everywhere. I will know if you try to do the wrong thing. Bring her.”
The goons lift her out of her chair and start carrying her to the vehicle. She struggles free of their grasp.
“I can fuckin walk, cunts!”
She follows begrudgingly.
[Adelaide Ainsworth is neatly made up, she is wearing a little figuring hugging blue dress, her brunette hair is neatly brushed and pull back in a ponytail. He is sitting upon a wooden stool in front of a banner bearing the Action Wrestling logo.]
Day one. Day fuckin one, you been fuckin obssessed with me, Madwoman. Like a fuckin’ crazy catwoman collectin fuckin strays. You been all up in my shit. What? Just because I had bigger set’a fuckin balls than anyone fuckin else back in Trinity? Cause I came the fuck out at kick ya in the back’a the head. Ya got ya panties all wrapped in a fuckin bunch cause I came at ya.
It’s fuckin funny as. I mean dyke cunt from a family of fuckin wrestlin legends all fuckin worked up in fuckin knots cause some fuckin upstart kicked her in the fuckin head. Get with it ya dumb bitch, I came for ya, cause I fuckin could. Not cause ya nothin special. Ya not. Just another bitch ta put down is all the fuck ya are. Hell, I’d do it for fuckin free just to stop her ya fuckin nails on a fuckin chalkboard voice. But, ya cause ya all fuckin uppity about some fuckin hair I ripped from ya fuckin head. Ya wanna gimme a title shot.
Thank ya very fuckin much.
[Addy chuckles.]
I’m not stupid enough to turn down a free fuckin shot at some gold, specially when I get ta fuck a stupid cunt like you in the process. See, Madwoman we been fuckin fightin since that day one I walked inta Trinity wrestlin. Ya had some fuckin help along the fuckin way with Trapcunt and that blonde fuckin giraffe bitch. Fuck, ya even got the fuckin NYPD involced cause ya too much of a fuckin coward ta settle any fuckin beef like a fuckin man. That’s why it’s gonna be fuckin tops ta be back in the ring with ya at Clash. I get ta take ya stupid fuckin mask and just punch the livin shit outta ya until ya coughin up so much blood ya face’ll look like ya went down on Laurel when she’s raggin like a motherfucker.
Speakin’a Laurel, she’s got be pissed with ya. I mean ya gotta be spendin more fuckin time yippin and yappin bout how much ya fuckin hate me than ya do tellin Laurel how much ya love when she licks ya out. It’s so fuckin obvious I’m one ya fuckin dream about when ya go ta bed at night. I’m the one sit in the forefront of ya fuckin mind when ya have those dirty daydreams that make ya panties wet. Fuck, when we signed the fuckin contract for this shindig, ya were in the middle of the fuckin ring beggin me to say ya name. I get it Szalinski. I fuckin do. Ya want me. Ya want my face buried deep between ya thighs. I prefer a big fuckin dick, but I can’t fuckin blame ya for feelin the way ya do. I mean let’s be fuckin honest, no one really gave a shit about ya until I came upon the scene. I mean, hell, ya only got this fuckin title shot because I made the fuckin fans scream. If the fuckin pigs didn’t take me away from kickin Ghostwood’s arse. It woulda been me fuckin Abbi up and ya know it. But, ya got the job done - good on ya. Lemme tell ya, thought, bitch, it’ll be getting the fuckin job done on ya fuckin messed up face on Clash, and I’m gonna love makin ya SAY MY NAME BITCH!
See that’s where this whole fuckin thing is arse backwards. Ya the fuckin champ, I should be fuckin one chasin ya arse round the fuckin world ta take the gold from round ya waist, but stead we got Madwoman Szalinski, chasin me the fuck round the world to fuckin fight me. Shit, I don’t give a fuck I’ll fuck ya up just cause I can, but like I fuckin said before thanks very fuckin much for the gold. Is it cause I’m the only fuckin blemish on ya otherwise pefect fuckin Trinity fuckin record, ya wanna make it right? If that’s the case than dumber than a box a fuckin hammers, cause that draw ain’t goin away and I fuckin tell, that night no fuckin NYPD, I’m smashin ya face into the fuckin concrete so many fuckin times they’da been diggin ya fuckin teeth out the fuckin subway. No fuckin NYPD, I’da been champ, but those are fuckin excuses that I won’t be needin soon, cause I’m gonna takin that belt ya walkin in with and I’m gonna be one walkin the fuck out with it. While ya fuckin broken arse is lyin on the ring cryin, blubberin like a fuckin baby because the woman ya fuckin love is not only turnin ya back on ya and walkin away, she took ya precious fuckin title after beatin ya worse than Chris Brown fucked up Rihanna.
[Addy laughs.]
Ya just fuckin love it, don’t ya, ya mad fuckin bitch. Ya love when I beat ya into a thousand fuckin peices. I mean I love it too. It makes me wet to think how much I’m hurtin ya in that ring. So fuckin wet my pussy juices are ticklin my toes. It’s great. It’s fuckin great knowin ya just want get ya hands on me and ya so blindin but ya love for me, ya can’t see I just don’t give a fuck. I know ya like slingin insults and stabbin me in the back with a pen, but it’s like all the fuckin boys in the playground everyon’a em wanted ta fuck me in the end. Just it’s plain as fuckin day ya fuck me too. But I ain’t in this shit for no fuckin meaningful relationship. Nah, it’s just wham bam thank you ma’am - new champion. I’m gonna punish ya so bad. I could tell ya what I’m gonna do to ya, but fuck I’d just rather make ya fuckin wait and think about it. I want ya fuckin dreamin about me more than ya already fuckin are. I will ya screamin me name more than ya fuckin are. And while thinkin bout me. I’m getting wet thinkin about the hurtin I’m gonna put on ya dumb fuckin arse. And once I’ve left a fuckin wreck on the fuckin canvas. I’m gonna rip ya mask from ya fuckin face, then I’m gonna make me back to Laurel with ya mask as fuckin trophy and I’m gonna fuck her like ya ain’t ever been able ta fuck her.
[Addy smiles, and runs her fingers through her hair.]
I’m talkin bout me’self a lot here and it’s but fuckin odd, cause really I should be talkin bout you. And yeh, I fuckin am a bit but mainly bout I’m gonna fuck ya up. But that’s ya fuckin fault ya dumb cunt. Ya had a chance ta pick anyone ta fight. But ya chose me, and then just kept goin on and on bout me, week fuckin in, week fuckin out. Blah blah fuckin blah, so ya know who every fucker is thinkin about headin inta Clash? Me, so the whole fuckin reason ya fuckin dumb arse is fuckin jealous a’ me in the first place - ya gone and just up the fuckin ante and made everyone fuckin scream louder when they fuckin see. Ya a real fuckin dumb cunt for doin that. But ya know what they say, love is fuckin blind and makes ya do some dumb fuckin shit. So now ya got Laurel fuckin hatin ya cause ya thinkin bout me more than her. Ya got the boys in the fuckin crowd chantin me fuckin name louder than any chants yours. The straight girls already hatin me cause they I’m takin their man when I fuckin want and now ya got everyone else screamin for me, cause ya made all’a this about me. No fuckin cunt is thinkin about the Trinity Championship, and no certainly no cunt is thinkin about you. Everyone is thinkin bout me. And it’s all ya own fuckin doin. When all this shit is said and fuckin done at Clash it’s gonna end exactly the way like it fuckin began at Sin on day one. With me holding the fuckin title above me fuckin head and Madwoman a bloody fuckin mess at me fuckin feet.
Just like…
[Addy stands up.]
The first time we met.
[Addy walks away, leaving an empty stool and the AW banner.]