The Chronicles of Adelaide Ainsworth: The Mundane
Jan 8, 2020 23:00:06 GMT -5
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Post by Addy A on Jan 8, 2020 23:00:06 GMT -5
“Betcha thought I was all fuckin giddy like some horny fuckin school girl jus cause I got this fuckin top contenders shot, right?”
[Adelaide Ainsworth is sitting on a steel chair - it has been turned the wrong way around. She is leaning on the back of the chair with her forearms. Her chin is resting on top of her forearms. Addy is wearing short denim shorts that expose the inside thigh crease of her legs as the wrap around the chair and a black t-shirt which has been tied in a knot to expose her midriff and accentuate her tits.]
“Betcha ya fuckin thought that. Well, guess the fuck what cunts. You’d be fuckin wrong. See, the triple threat contenders match on Clash where the lucky cunt that wins gets a fuckin title shot at Revolution is fuckin grouse an all. But, it ain’t what got me fuckin excited in front of that matriarchalcow. See, I’m goin to the hall of fuckin fame. And when it’s fuckin built I’m gettin back me belt that fuckin bitch stole from me. Even if I gotta steal a fuckin truck and ram it through the front fuckin doors. I’m gettin me Trinity World Title back. By fuckin hook or by fuckin crook. But, that wasn’t was fuckin gettin me jumpin either - what was gettin me jumpin up an down like a fuckin catholic school girl slut was the fact I get to fuck two new cunts up in the middle of the fuckin ring. Got two former fuckin Action world champions, top of the fuckin heap. And then ya fuckin got me. Addy A. It’s fuckin funny the synchronicity of my fuckin career. First fuckin match in Trinity, a fuckin title match. We fuckin know what me first rodeo in Action was. Second match in Trinity a top fuckin contenders match. Well, my second fuckin match here in Action is why y’all fuckin watchin me, now right. Lickin ya lips at the fuckin thought a me and what I can do to ya. Hopin ta see me tits and maybe a flash’a me vag, Basic Instinct style. All’a ya fuckin love it.”
[Addy licks her lips seductively, let’s be honest it’s more whoreish than seductive.]
“And I fuckin love it too. Why fuckin wouldn’t I. I’m in the ring with Dandy DiVito the dirtiest fuckin dude, and FPV - mister fuckin clean, even if he is tryin ta be a tough cowboy now. I’m gonna enjoy fuckin both of em up when it comes down to it. Simple fuckin as. The prize at the fuckin end of it is fuckin somethin I wanna get me hands on an when I see what I fuckin want. I go fuckin get it. I don’t care if someone fuckin else has it. Why the fuck should I care. I fuckin want it - I fuckin deserve to fuckin have it. End of the fuckin day it is how it is, right. If I see a bitch in the fuckin street with a nice fuckin necklace, I’m gonna knock her down, I’m gonna stomp her face into the concrete until ya can’t tell the difference between the fuckin concrete and her fuckin teeth and I gonna take what I fuckin want. Ya got a new fuckin big screen TV. I’m gonna smash ya fuckin window and carry it ya front fuckin door, whether ya like it or not. I ain’t givin ya no option. If ya try stop me? I’m gonna leave ya a bloody fuckin mess on ya livin room floor after I cut ya fuckin neck with a peice of ya own broken window.”
“And that’s what I’m gonna fuckin go out do those two grandiose fuckin cunts in Dandy and Frankie. I’m gonna smash their fuckin teeth into concrete and sever their fuckin heads from their shoulders with shards a broken glass, and make me’self new handbags outta their shocked fuckin faces. Why? I already fuckin told ya. I want that fuckin title shot at Revolution 3.”
[Addy giggles.]
“That. And it’ll be fun to fuck those cunts up.”
The wooden pews of church are not the place that the people who don’t know Adelaide Ainsworth very well would expect her to be found. Though, on this day, here she is sitting in the middle of building all by herself. Her hair has been tied back in a ponytail and she is elegantly dressed in a form fitting blue dress that perfectly highlights the positive features of her feminine form.
“Addy!” Two voice simultaneously call out to the young Ms. Ainsworth breaking the silence of her sanctuary.
Adelaide turns to see two identical twins running towards her. Surprisingly, both men mimic the other’s stride and they move. She lifts herself from her kneeling position and meets them in the aisle.
“Addy! Addy!” They both chatter at her excitedly.
“What.” She nods her response, almost as if she is resigned to a painful conversation. “Who's who, again?”
“We are Flop.” they answer in unison.
Ainsworth shakes her head with confusion.
“But what are ya names.”
“Flop. We changed it. It’s fuckin cool.” Both of them speak in duality again.
Adelaide slaps the pair of them. “Don’t swear in church.”
“Sorry Addy.”
“Sorry Addy.”
“S’right but why ya ere?”
The two Flops look at each other.
“Well.” Adelaide prompts with frustration.
They finally speak, at the same time, with hurried voices, “Two big guys in suits said if we don’t come and find you and tell you to do what you are meant to be doing now then they will chop our fuckin dicks off and make use eat them.”
Adelaide slaps the brothers. “I told ya. Don’t swear in church!”
“Sorry.” they answer.
“S’right boys. But right now I don’t wanna see ya again, right.” Adelaide is forceful with her words and she makes her way out of the building leaving the brothers standing there staring at her as she walks away to complete the job she has been tasked with by the Bigliani family. Working in a family business can be a thankless task.
“Ok Addy Ok. We will stay away from you. We are still friends.” the brothers respond at the same time, as if their brains are linked as one.
“Yeh. Yeh. Whatever.” she mumbles back with a dismissive wave of the hand as she walks out of the front door of the church.
[Adelaide Ainsworth is sitting on a steel chair in front of a black curtain. Her hair is neat and hanging loosely around her face. She is wearing a perfectly fitting blue dress. Silver high heels can be seen adorning her feet.]
“Fuckin Dandy DiVito, ay?”
[She takes a long drag of a cigarette and pauses before blowing out a cloud of smoke. She crosses her legs and takes another drag before flicking the half finished cigarette away.]
“Dandy fuckin DiVito - we all fuckin know ya were a former world champ. We all fuckin know ya an Action fuckin original. It’s the Dandy fuckin story. And it’s even more borin fuckin Gone with the Wind. I don’t care for ya fuckin past Dee. I also don’t fuckin care for ya future. Cept the fact you are in me way. Ya someone I beat the fuck down ta get what I fuckin want. So I’m gonna fuckin do it, Dee. I’m gonna beat the fuckin piss outta ya. Fuck any rules, they wanna lay down. I ain’t born to follow no fuckin rules and unfortunately for a cunt like you and fortuneately for me. I get to kick the shit outta ya like a slow fuckin greyhound. And by the time I’m fuckin done, champ. Ya gonna be pissin blood and spittin shit. It’s what I fuckin do and I do it because I fuckin love it.”
“Ya should feel fuckin privileged that ya get kick ta puss by my boot. Ya should feel fuckin honoured ta been turned inta a sloppy pile’a shit an gravy by me fuckin heels. Ya should take it a sign’a respect that ya fuckin gonna get knocked the fuck out by a girl.”
[Addy laughs.]
“Oh fuck. Sorry I said I wasn’t gonna talk about ya fuckin past. Guess I fuckin lied there, Dee. Oh fuckin well. Great Dandy fuckin DiVito got all fucked up Lisse Hope. HA! FUCKIN! HA! Granted, the bitch can fuckin wrestle and ya got ya’self some revenge at Turmoil. But, lemme tell ya this Dee. Lissie, she’s a better wrestler - no fuckin doubt. But, she ain’t the sadistic motherfucker I am. See, wrestlin is just an extension of me fave artform, babe. I like puttin a hurtin on people and take shit they fuckin don’t wanna lose. This wrestlin shit - it’s a fuckin outlet for that. And in this wrestlin shit people wanna be fuckin champ. So I take great fuckin pleasure in takin that shit from the soft cunts that generally populate the fuckin wrestlin world. I did it ta Madwoman last week the bitch so fuckin scarred she gone inactive cause she can’t handle the fuckin heat. Stupid dyke cunt that she was. But, enough about them let’s talk about you hey Dee. I don’t actually reckon ya a soft cunt like most of em. I reckon ya gotta set balls on ya. I fuckin like that, Dee. I like a man with a big set’a balls. But what I like even more bout the fact you got a big set’a balls in the fact I can rip right fuckin off. Use em as a coin purse.”
[Addy smiles.]
“Dandy balls rattlin full’a my fuckin gold. I’ll keep em in the handbag I’m gonna make of ya fuckin face. See, the fuckin violence ya perpuate and the conniving fuckin shit ya do ta get ahead out there. That ain’t gonna fuckin worry me, Dee. Coz I’m gonna do worse. Kick Odin the three times, I’ll kick the cunt in tha fuckin dick until it turns inta a fuckin cunt and I can use his fuckin foreskin as a hair tie.”
[Addy pulls her hair back off her face and ties it into a ponytail with a hair tie that was wrapped around her wrist.]
“Nah, that ain’t Odin’s skin Dandy, but fuck it would be funny it was, ay? But once ya put down that dog. Ya didn’t really do much fuckin more that did y, ‘side from beat Lissie at Turmoil. Ya beat Shadowlove, fuckin great win right there cunt. In ya own fuckin words ya fuckin said he never shows in the big fuckin matches. And he spends more fuckin time talkin bout the slut’s sunglasses than he does comin up with fuckin game plan. So ya can’t call Shadowcunt any sorta fuckin achievement. Sides ya think I ain’t comin inta this without a fuckin game plan. Ya sorely fuckin mistaken, Dee. I got me fuckin eyes dotted and me fuckin tees crossed. Ya knocked over Kennedy Matthews too right? Ya pick fuckin win there son, the dumb bitch fuckin Jaice Wilds ta get ahead. That’s one dumb bitch right the fuck there. I’m a fuckin slut and even I know that fuckin Wilds aren’t gonna get ya fuckin anywhere. Hell, Dee, I’d fuck you in the fuckin arse with me favourite strapon before I went anywhere near Jaice. Speakin’a fuckin with a strap on, When I’m finished fuckin ya in the ring on Clash, I might make me fuckin way back ta ya fuckin joint and show Yaz how a real tongue works. Then I’ll get my big fuckin fourteen inch dildo strap on nice and fuckin tight and fuck her in the arse better than ever could with ya small fuckin pinky finger sized dick o’ yours. Don’t fuckin worry though, Dee. I’ll send ya the fuckin pornhub link while in a fuckin hospital bed. I’ll give ya somethin to jerk off too. Can’t fuckin deny ya everythin right. I mean I did just steal ya fuckin comeback title shot and I stole ya fuckin girl too. Least I can fuckin do is let ya jerk off to me fuckin real like.”
[Addy cackles more than she should.]
“But I’m sellin ya short right there, Dee. Not shorer than ya dick - ain’t much shorter than that fuckin thing. But ya former fuckin world champ with the second longest fuckin reign, ya gotta be good, right. Yeh, ya probably former are. But, see the fuckin thing is, cunt. I don’t fuckin care how fuckin good ya are. I ain’t ever cared about any cunts reputation. I ain’t fuckin Yaz, Dee. I ain’t here to fuckin cuddle ya and kiss ya good night. Though, I be doin that ta Yaz when I fuckin done with ya bony fuckin arse. But, I fuckin digress, Clash won’t be no fuckin love fest. I’m steppin in between those ropes with nothin but the intention ta do harm ta ya and tha other fool that gonna be in me way. I’m gonna hurt, Dee. No fuckin doubt. Because I fuckin want to. I ain’t no friendly good samaritan. I ain’t here ta help ya up. I’m ere ta knock the fuck down and keep on stompin ya cause I’m ain’t lettin back up just so ya can take me fuckin chance at tha A-Dub world title away cunt. No fuckin way. Not on ya fuckin nelly, Dee. Clash, January fuckin 13, I’m gonna spill blood in that fuckin ring. It’ll be yours, not mine, unless I’m fuckin raggin, don’t really watch me cycle so I’m ain’t sure when they due. But the point is, Dee, ya fucked. In the ring and in ya fuckin arse by time I’m done with ya.”
[Addy A flips 'the bird'.]
Her knuckles are covered in blood, as she leans back in the black leather lounge. She drags on the cigarette in her right hand and drinks from the generic american beer. She has kicked her silvery high heels off and they sit on the lounge next to her. She is Adelaide Ainsworth. Across from Ainsworth is her friend, Savannah. Savannah is sitting in front of a brightly lit makeup mirror and is wearing old west motif stripper clothes.
“Fuckin hate em, Sav.” says Adelaide
“Who, Darl?” Savannah asks in her dreamy voice. Her blonde hair falling down around the cleavage of her breasts that have been pushed to together by her tasselled bra.
“Every cunt. Fuckin Bigliani’s.”
“Just leave them, Addy, babe.”
“Ya want another fuckin knife pressed against ya tit?”
“No. Not really. I can’t say that it was a lot of fun.”
“Then I can’t fuckin go anywhere. They got ya. They got me. S’not like I don’t like what I’m fuckin doin. I love it. It’s great fun, really is, watching pussy motherfuckers wriggle and squirm. It makes me wet. But fuck workin for that fat cunt Gino.”
“What are you going to do, darl?”
“Ya know. I ain’t fuckin know yet.”
“When you do, darl. I’ll support you. You’re my best friend, Addy. I love you.”
Adelaide takes a drink from her beer and flips the now empty bottle up in the air and let it fall to the floor with a chink. She takes a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling the smoke in little smoke rings which she pops with her finger.
“Thanks, Sav. Love ya too. Ya know it ain’t fuckin bad what I do. Like today for real, this little fuckin cunt wouldn’t pay what ‘e owed ay. Fucker tried to fight back. I knocked a fucken tooth out. That was funny, he was talkin with a fuckin lisp then. Don’t hurt me, please, don’t me, beggin like a fuckin little bitch, he was.” Addy takes a drag of her cigarette. “Then he tried ta fuckin run, pussy.”
“What did you do?” says Sav absentmindedly as she applies makeup.
“I took’a fuckin butane torch ta tha soles o’his feet. That shit smelled a bit funny, and he screamed like the bitch he fuckin was. I fuckin loved watchin him cry, even when his pissed ‘imself - I couldna help but just fuckin laugh, ay. That fucker ain’t runnin from his responsibilities now I tell ya.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Ya not listenin are ya, Sav?”
“No, sorry, Darl. I’m on stage in a few minutes.”
“S’all good, Sav. I got some more shit ta do anyway. Fuckin Gino the fat cunt working me harder than one’a his street corner whores.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Adelaide grabs her shows and walks past Savannah, patting her on the head as she goes past. Addy walks out through the burgundy and is gone.
“Addy?” asks Savannah to an empty room - as she failed to notice Addy leaving.
“Frankie - Boy, ya think I wasn’t gonna give ya any fuckin love?”
[Adelaide adjusts her breasts in her blue dress, her hands are covered in dry blood.]
“But, lemme tell ya, Frankie boy. I got plenty’a love for ya. I meant just like Dandy before ya, ya former world champ. Couldn’t hold it as long as im, but ya did beat Lissie for the belt, so that’s somethin he can’t lay claim to. But he held the fuckin belt for longer than yo did though, so maybe he got’s somethin on ya there. I don’t fuckin know. I mean he ain’t laid fire to the world claimin he was gonna hashtag put down the mongrel. That was ya fuckin schtick there Frankie-boy. And ya seem ta fuckin failed miserably on that front there, ay? I get, ya tried ta save some fuckin face came out swingin chairs at fuckin Walter and fuckin Odin tryin ta be a tough new version of ya fuckin self. But, I ain’t buyin. Ya got beat like a bitch and ya comin back actin tough. Cunt, just coz stood up to the fuckin bully don’t mean I can’t see the piss stains on ya fuckin pants. I can fuckin smell too. Ya swung a fuckin chair - but where all heard ya in the fuckin bathroom stalls givin ya’self pump up fuckin mantra before ya came out swingin. Pussy bitch, that ya were couldn’t even use the fuckin men’s couldn’t ya Frankie. Ya were hidin in the fuckin wimmen’s. Fuck I think it was ya anyway. I was punchin cones and doin lines in a cubicle and heard a pussy bitch cryin bout something. I’m assumin it was my babe, Frankie-boy. But I’ll give ya’self some credit there, champ. Ya come out fuckin swingin at the mongel and Odin, well fuckin done. Ya got ya’self some fuckin big boy pants on now don’cha.”
[Addy chuckles a little.]
“And with ya big boys pants on ya now tryin ta get that Alpha Pro fuckin title too, will good for fuckin you. Coz, ya ain’t gettin back near that Action World Title, not while I’m in ya fuckin path, Frankie boy. Ain’t happenin. While ya out tryin ta put down the mongrel and be all knight in shinin fuckin armour for the masses that don’t even want ya ta fuckin save em. I’m sittin back plottin on takin ya down. On how ya gonna fall at me fuckin feet. And how when ya at me fuckin feet, beggin for me not take stomp on ya fuckin head one more fuckin time. I’m gonna do it, until I’ve stomped ya teeth from ya fuckin mouth. I need a new necklace and you just happens ta be the one that’s gonna give ta me. By the end’a tha night I’m gonna have Dandy’s balls in my handbag and ya fuckin teeth hangin round me neck. And both ya fuckin faces staring out in ta tha fuckin abyss in shock coz ya’ll don’t what the fuck knocked ya down. Lemme tell ya Frankles, it’s gonna be Addy fuck A. That takes ya fuckin pride at Clash. Take ya fuckin pride, take ya fuckin manhood and make ya squeal like a pig with the thing I’m gonna do to ya Frankie. The things I’m gonna do to ya - well they’ll destroy that fuckin brand’a yours. Ya ain’t gonna be doin more fuckin Mountain Dew commercials. I would tell ya, but why should I spoil ya fuckin suprise. I’ll let ya sit there and stew and fuckin ponder. That’s what I’ll do. Ya already know I’m taken ya teeth from ya jaw, so what else could I fuckin do? What’s gonna make ya squeal like a pig? I’m not tellin, Frankie. I’m gonna let the anticipation build in he pit’a ya fuckin stomach. Let the fuckin butterflies build. But, remember, Frankie-boy, I ain’t Walter - I ain’t gonna destroy ya for some idealogical fuckin goal. Nah, I’m gonna fuck ya up - just because I can - And I fuckin like it.”
[Addy shuffles on the chair, and chuckles.]
“I got off on this shit. I ain’t gonna lie, Frankie-boy. I get when I’m here thinkin bout the pain and the fuckin sufferin I can’t put on ya. It’s almost secondary ta the prize on the fuckin line. I said almost. I’m takin that shot Revolution 3, Frankie - don’t ya worry bout that. Go concentrate on that little fuckin shot at Smith Jones in Alpha Pro. Coz, ya ain’t get another one ere, at least not in the short term. Ya might’a tried ta put ya face on Mount Rushmore, but in tha end ya fuckin fell short, cause like Lisse before ya - ya wilted in the face of it. And ya gonna fuckin wilt again, Frankie. Ya new tough guy act, ain’t foolin me. We all know ya the soft cock little bitch the pussies in the crowd look up to. The name the pussies chant when they got nothin. But, see while they might chant ya fuckin name Frankie-boy. I’m the one they have their fuckin wet dreams about. I’m the one that go home and jerk their little fuckin dicks off too. Ya think they gonna be given ya energy when I’m in the ring with ya. Fuck no, Frankie. Ya fuckin fans are gonna forget all fuckin about ya when it comes down it. They’ll thinkin about my tits and arse. Shit, boy, you’ll probably be fuckin thing about my tits and arse even when my two boots are kickin ya kidneys to pieces.”
“There ain’t nothin ya can do about, Frankie. I’m sorry. Actually, I ain’t fuckin sorry. See while ya fuckin best was good enough ta beat Lissie, but it weren’t fuckin good enough ta beat Walter. It’s a fuckin swing and a fuckin roundabout really. But ya gotta ask ya’self Frankie, is ya best good enough ta fuckin beat me. We’ll fuckin see, but like I promised skinny fuckin Dandy. Ya gonna get a beatin, Ya gonna bleedin and I don’t give a fuck about no fuckin rule book. Are ya ready for that - Frankie Boy.”
“Well are ya?”
“Guess we’ll fuckin find when Clash rolls round. That’s the best thing about fighting topper the pile cunts like Dandy and you, Frankie - I know ya cunts are gonna fight, but it feels so much better when I put ya fuckin down. It’s the fuckin euphoria of ya first fuckin orgasm, ain’t nothin beats droppin the so called kings. And that’s what happenin at Clash. I’m droppin both’a ya’s right in the tops’a ya fuckin heads and hopin ya necks break.”
[Adelaide stands up.]
“Fuck ya Dandy.”
“Fuck ya Frankie.”
[Adelaide puts a cigarette and lighter out of her bra and lights classic nicotine stick.]
“I’m Addy A and I’m fuckin out.”
[She takes a long drag.]
“See ya Monday, cunts.”
[Addy walks away.]
[Adelaide Ainsworth is sitting on a steel chair - it has been turned the wrong way around. She is leaning on the back of the chair with her forearms. Her chin is resting on top of her forearms. Addy is wearing short denim shorts that expose the inside thigh crease of her legs as the wrap around the chair and a black t-shirt which has been tied in a knot to expose her midriff and accentuate her tits.]
“Betcha ya fuckin thought that. Well, guess the fuck what cunts. You’d be fuckin wrong. See, the triple threat contenders match on Clash where the lucky cunt that wins gets a fuckin title shot at Revolution is fuckin grouse an all. But, it ain’t what got me fuckin excited in front of that matriarchalcow. See, I’m goin to the hall of fuckin fame. And when it’s fuckin built I’m gettin back me belt that fuckin bitch stole from me. Even if I gotta steal a fuckin truck and ram it through the front fuckin doors. I’m gettin me Trinity World Title back. By fuckin hook or by fuckin crook. But, that wasn’t was fuckin gettin me jumpin either - what was gettin me jumpin up an down like a fuckin catholic school girl slut was the fact I get to fuck two new cunts up in the middle of the fuckin ring. Got two former fuckin Action world champions, top of the fuckin heap. And then ya fuckin got me. Addy A. It’s fuckin funny the synchronicity of my fuckin career. First fuckin match in Trinity, a fuckin title match. We fuckin know what me first rodeo in Action was. Second match in Trinity a top fuckin contenders match. Well, my second fuckin match here in Action is why y’all fuckin watchin me, now right. Lickin ya lips at the fuckin thought a me and what I can do to ya. Hopin ta see me tits and maybe a flash’a me vag, Basic Instinct style. All’a ya fuckin love it.”
[Addy licks her lips seductively, let’s be honest it’s more whoreish than seductive.]
“And I fuckin love it too. Why fuckin wouldn’t I. I’m in the ring with Dandy DiVito the dirtiest fuckin dude, and FPV - mister fuckin clean, even if he is tryin ta be a tough cowboy now. I’m gonna enjoy fuckin both of em up when it comes down to it. Simple fuckin as. The prize at the fuckin end of it is fuckin somethin I wanna get me hands on an when I see what I fuckin want. I go fuckin get it. I don’t care if someone fuckin else has it. Why the fuck should I care. I fuckin want it - I fuckin deserve to fuckin have it. End of the fuckin day it is how it is, right. If I see a bitch in the fuckin street with a nice fuckin necklace, I’m gonna knock her down, I’m gonna stomp her face into the concrete until ya can’t tell the difference between the fuckin concrete and her fuckin teeth and I gonna take what I fuckin want. Ya got a new fuckin big screen TV. I’m gonna smash ya fuckin window and carry it ya front fuckin door, whether ya like it or not. I ain’t givin ya no option. If ya try stop me? I’m gonna leave ya a bloody fuckin mess on ya livin room floor after I cut ya fuckin neck with a peice of ya own broken window.”
“And that’s what I’m gonna fuckin go out do those two grandiose fuckin cunts in Dandy and Frankie. I’m gonna smash their fuckin teeth into concrete and sever their fuckin heads from their shoulders with shards a broken glass, and make me’self new handbags outta their shocked fuckin faces. Why? I already fuckin told ya. I want that fuckin title shot at Revolution 3.”
[Addy giggles.]
“That. And it’ll be fun to fuck those cunts up.”
Scene I: Take me to Church
The wooden pews of church are not the place that the people who don’t know Adelaide Ainsworth very well would expect her to be found. Though, on this day, here she is sitting in the middle of building all by herself. Her hair has been tied back in a ponytail and she is elegantly dressed in a form fitting blue dress that perfectly highlights the positive features of her feminine form.
“Addy!” Two voice simultaneously call out to the young Ms. Ainsworth breaking the silence of her sanctuary.
Adelaide turns to see two identical twins running towards her. Surprisingly, both men mimic the other’s stride and they move. She lifts herself from her kneeling position and meets them in the aisle.
“Addy! Addy!” They both chatter at her excitedly.
“What.” She nods her response, almost as if she is resigned to a painful conversation. “Who's who, again?”
“We are Flop.” they answer in unison.
Ainsworth shakes her head with confusion.
“But what are ya names.”
“Flop. We changed it. It’s fuckin cool.” Both of them speak in duality again.
Adelaide slaps the pair of them. “Don’t swear in church.”
“Sorry Addy.”
“Sorry Addy.”
“S’right but why ya ere?”
The two Flops look at each other.
“Well.” Adelaide prompts with frustration.
They finally speak, at the same time, with hurried voices, “Two big guys in suits said if we don’t come and find you and tell you to do what you are meant to be doing now then they will chop our fuckin dicks off and make use eat them.”
Adelaide slaps the brothers. “I told ya. Don’t swear in church!”
“Sorry.” they answer.
“S’right boys. But right now I don’t wanna see ya again, right.” Adelaide is forceful with her words and she makes her way out of the building leaving the brothers standing there staring at her as she walks away to complete the job she has been tasked with by the Bigliani family. Working in a family business can be a thankless task.
“Ok Addy Ok. We will stay away from you. We are still friends.” the brothers respond at the same time, as if their brains are linked as one.
“Yeh. Yeh. Whatever.” she mumbles back with a dismissive wave of the hand as she walks out of the front door of the church.
[Adelaide Ainsworth is sitting on a steel chair in front of a black curtain. Her hair is neat and hanging loosely around her face. She is wearing a perfectly fitting blue dress. Silver high heels can be seen adorning her feet.]
“Fuckin Dandy DiVito, ay?”
[She takes a long drag of a cigarette and pauses before blowing out a cloud of smoke. She crosses her legs and takes another drag before flicking the half finished cigarette away.]
“Dandy fuckin DiVito - we all fuckin know ya were a former world champ. We all fuckin know ya an Action fuckin original. It’s the Dandy fuckin story. And it’s even more borin fuckin Gone with the Wind. I don’t care for ya fuckin past Dee. I also don’t fuckin care for ya future. Cept the fact you are in me way. Ya someone I beat the fuck down ta get what I fuckin want. So I’m gonna fuckin do it, Dee. I’m gonna beat the fuckin piss outta ya. Fuck any rules, they wanna lay down. I ain’t born to follow no fuckin rules and unfortunately for a cunt like you and fortuneately for me. I get to kick the shit outta ya like a slow fuckin greyhound. And by the time I’m fuckin done, champ. Ya gonna be pissin blood and spittin shit. It’s what I fuckin do and I do it because I fuckin love it.”
“Ya should feel fuckin privileged that ya get kick ta puss by my boot. Ya should feel fuckin honoured ta been turned inta a sloppy pile’a shit an gravy by me fuckin heels. Ya should take it a sign’a respect that ya fuckin gonna get knocked the fuck out by a girl.”
[Addy laughs.]
“Oh fuck. Sorry I said I wasn’t gonna talk about ya fuckin past. Guess I fuckin lied there, Dee. Oh fuckin well. Great Dandy fuckin DiVito got all fucked up Lisse Hope. HA! FUCKIN! HA! Granted, the bitch can fuckin wrestle and ya got ya’self some revenge at Turmoil. But, lemme tell ya this Dee. Lissie, she’s a better wrestler - no fuckin doubt. But, she ain’t the sadistic motherfucker I am. See, wrestlin is just an extension of me fave artform, babe. I like puttin a hurtin on people and take shit they fuckin don’t wanna lose. This wrestlin shit - it’s a fuckin outlet for that. And in this wrestlin shit people wanna be fuckin champ. So I take great fuckin pleasure in takin that shit from the soft cunts that generally populate the fuckin wrestlin world. I did it ta Madwoman last week the bitch so fuckin scarred she gone inactive cause she can’t handle the fuckin heat. Stupid dyke cunt that she was. But, enough about them let’s talk about you hey Dee. I don’t actually reckon ya a soft cunt like most of em. I reckon ya gotta set balls on ya. I fuckin like that, Dee. I like a man with a big set’a balls. But what I like even more bout the fact you got a big set’a balls in the fact I can rip right fuckin off. Use em as a coin purse.”
[Addy smiles.]
“Dandy balls rattlin full’a my fuckin gold. I’ll keep em in the handbag I’m gonna make of ya fuckin face. See, the fuckin violence ya perpuate and the conniving fuckin shit ya do ta get ahead out there. That ain’t gonna fuckin worry me, Dee. Coz I’m gonna do worse. Kick Odin the three times, I’ll kick the cunt in tha fuckin dick until it turns inta a fuckin cunt and I can use his fuckin foreskin as a hair tie.”
[Addy pulls her hair back off her face and ties it into a ponytail with a hair tie that was wrapped around her wrist.]
“Nah, that ain’t Odin’s skin Dandy, but fuck it would be funny it was, ay? But once ya put down that dog. Ya didn’t really do much fuckin more that did y, ‘side from beat Lissie at Turmoil. Ya beat Shadowlove, fuckin great win right there cunt. In ya own fuckin words ya fuckin said he never shows in the big fuckin matches. And he spends more fuckin time talkin bout the slut’s sunglasses than he does comin up with fuckin game plan. So ya can’t call Shadowcunt any sorta fuckin achievement. Sides ya think I ain’t comin inta this without a fuckin game plan. Ya sorely fuckin mistaken, Dee. I got me fuckin eyes dotted and me fuckin tees crossed. Ya knocked over Kennedy Matthews too right? Ya pick fuckin win there son, the dumb bitch fuckin Jaice Wilds ta get ahead. That’s one dumb bitch right the fuck there. I’m a fuckin slut and even I know that fuckin Wilds aren’t gonna get ya fuckin anywhere. Hell, Dee, I’d fuck you in the fuckin arse with me favourite strapon before I went anywhere near Jaice. Speakin’a fuckin with a strap on, When I’m finished fuckin ya in the ring on Clash, I might make me fuckin way back ta ya fuckin joint and show Yaz how a real tongue works. Then I’ll get my big fuckin fourteen inch dildo strap on nice and fuckin tight and fuck her in the arse better than ever could with ya small fuckin pinky finger sized dick o’ yours. Don’t fuckin worry though, Dee. I’ll send ya the fuckin pornhub link while in a fuckin hospital bed. I’ll give ya somethin to jerk off too. Can’t fuckin deny ya everythin right. I mean I did just steal ya fuckin comeback title shot and I stole ya fuckin girl too. Least I can fuckin do is let ya jerk off to me fuckin real like.”
[Addy cackles more than she should.]
“But I’m sellin ya short right there, Dee. Not shorer than ya dick - ain’t much shorter than that fuckin thing. But ya former fuckin world champ with the second longest fuckin reign, ya gotta be good, right. Yeh, ya probably former are. But, see the fuckin thing is, cunt. I don’t fuckin care how fuckin good ya are. I ain’t ever cared about any cunts reputation. I ain’t fuckin Yaz, Dee. I ain’t here to fuckin cuddle ya and kiss ya good night. Though, I be doin that ta Yaz when I fuckin done with ya bony fuckin arse. But, I fuckin digress, Clash won’t be no fuckin love fest. I’m steppin in between those ropes with nothin but the intention ta do harm ta ya and tha other fool that gonna be in me way. I’m gonna hurt, Dee. No fuckin doubt. Because I fuckin want to. I ain’t no friendly good samaritan. I ain’t here ta help ya up. I’m ere ta knock the fuck down and keep on stompin ya cause I’m ain’t lettin back up just so ya can take me fuckin chance at tha A-Dub world title away cunt. No fuckin way. Not on ya fuckin nelly, Dee. Clash, January fuckin 13, I’m gonna spill blood in that fuckin ring. It’ll be yours, not mine, unless I’m fuckin raggin, don’t really watch me cycle so I’m ain’t sure when they due. But the point is, Dee, ya fucked. In the ring and in ya fuckin arse by time I’m done with ya.”
[Addy A flips 'the bird'.]
Scene II: Absence of Mind
Her knuckles are covered in blood, as she leans back in the black leather lounge. She drags on the cigarette in her right hand and drinks from the generic american beer. She has kicked her silvery high heels off and they sit on the lounge next to her. She is Adelaide Ainsworth. Across from Ainsworth is her friend, Savannah. Savannah is sitting in front of a brightly lit makeup mirror and is wearing old west motif stripper clothes.
“Fuckin hate em, Sav.” says Adelaide
“Who, Darl?” Savannah asks in her dreamy voice. Her blonde hair falling down around the cleavage of her breasts that have been pushed to together by her tasselled bra.
“Every cunt. Fuckin Bigliani’s.”
“Just leave them, Addy, babe.”
“Ya want another fuckin knife pressed against ya tit?”
“No. Not really. I can’t say that it was a lot of fun.”
“Then I can’t fuckin go anywhere. They got ya. They got me. S’not like I don’t like what I’m fuckin doin. I love it. It’s great fun, really is, watching pussy motherfuckers wriggle and squirm. It makes me wet. But fuck workin for that fat cunt Gino.”
“What are you going to do, darl?”
“Ya know. I ain’t fuckin know yet.”
“When you do, darl. I’ll support you. You’re my best friend, Addy. I love you.”
Adelaide takes a drink from her beer and flips the now empty bottle up in the air and let it fall to the floor with a chink. She takes a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling the smoke in little smoke rings which she pops with her finger.
“Thanks, Sav. Love ya too. Ya know it ain’t fuckin bad what I do. Like today for real, this little fuckin cunt wouldn’t pay what ‘e owed ay. Fucker tried to fight back. I knocked a fucken tooth out. That was funny, he was talkin with a fuckin lisp then. Don’t hurt me, please, don’t me, beggin like a fuckin little bitch, he was.” Addy takes a drag of her cigarette. “Then he tried ta fuckin run, pussy.”
“What did you do?” says Sav absentmindedly as she applies makeup.
“I took’a fuckin butane torch ta tha soles o’his feet. That shit smelled a bit funny, and he screamed like the bitch he fuckin was. I fuckin loved watchin him cry, even when his pissed ‘imself - I couldna help but just fuckin laugh, ay. That fucker ain’t runnin from his responsibilities now I tell ya.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Ya not listenin are ya, Sav?”
“No, sorry, Darl. I’m on stage in a few minutes.”
“S’all good, Sav. I got some more shit ta do anyway. Fuckin Gino the fat cunt working me harder than one’a his street corner whores.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Adelaide grabs her shows and walks past Savannah, patting her on the head as she goes past. Addy walks out through the burgundy and is gone.
“Addy?” asks Savannah to an empty room - as she failed to notice Addy leaving.
“Frankie - Boy, ya think I wasn’t gonna give ya any fuckin love?”
[Adelaide adjusts her breasts in her blue dress, her hands are covered in dry blood.]
“But, lemme tell ya, Frankie boy. I got plenty’a love for ya. I meant just like Dandy before ya, ya former world champ. Couldn’t hold it as long as im, but ya did beat Lissie for the belt, so that’s somethin he can’t lay claim to. But he held the fuckin belt for longer than yo did though, so maybe he got’s somethin on ya there. I don’t fuckin know. I mean he ain’t laid fire to the world claimin he was gonna hashtag put down the mongrel. That was ya fuckin schtick there Frankie-boy. And ya seem ta fuckin failed miserably on that front there, ay? I get, ya tried ta save some fuckin face came out swingin chairs at fuckin Walter and fuckin Odin tryin ta be a tough new version of ya fuckin self. But, I ain’t buyin. Ya got beat like a bitch and ya comin back actin tough. Cunt, just coz stood up to the fuckin bully don’t mean I can’t see the piss stains on ya fuckin pants. I can fuckin smell too. Ya swung a fuckin chair - but where all heard ya in the fuckin bathroom stalls givin ya’self pump up fuckin mantra before ya came out swingin. Pussy bitch, that ya were couldn’t even use the fuckin men’s couldn’t ya Frankie. Ya were hidin in the fuckin wimmen’s. Fuck I think it was ya anyway. I was punchin cones and doin lines in a cubicle and heard a pussy bitch cryin bout something. I’m assumin it was my babe, Frankie-boy. But I’ll give ya’self some credit there, champ. Ya come out fuckin swingin at the mongel and Odin, well fuckin done. Ya got ya’self some fuckin big boy pants on now don’cha.”
[Addy chuckles a little.]
“And with ya big boys pants on ya now tryin ta get that Alpha Pro fuckin title too, will good for fuckin you. Coz, ya ain’t gettin back near that Action World Title, not while I’m in ya fuckin path, Frankie boy. Ain’t happenin. While ya out tryin ta put down the mongrel and be all knight in shinin fuckin armour for the masses that don’t even want ya ta fuckin save em. I’m sittin back plottin on takin ya down. On how ya gonna fall at me fuckin feet. And how when ya at me fuckin feet, beggin for me not take stomp on ya fuckin head one more fuckin time. I’m gonna do it, until I’ve stomped ya teeth from ya fuckin mouth. I need a new necklace and you just happens ta be the one that’s gonna give ta me. By the end’a tha night I’m gonna have Dandy’s balls in my handbag and ya fuckin teeth hangin round me neck. And both ya fuckin faces staring out in ta tha fuckin abyss in shock coz ya’ll don’t what the fuck knocked ya down. Lemme tell ya Frankles, it’s gonna be Addy fuck A. That takes ya fuckin pride at Clash. Take ya fuckin pride, take ya fuckin manhood and make ya squeal like a pig with the thing I’m gonna do to ya Frankie. The things I’m gonna do to ya - well they’ll destroy that fuckin brand’a yours. Ya ain’t gonna be doin more fuckin Mountain Dew commercials. I would tell ya, but why should I spoil ya fuckin suprise. I’ll let ya sit there and stew and fuckin ponder. That’s what I’ll do. Ya already know I’m taken ya teeth from ya jaw, so what else could I fuckin do? What’s gonna make ya squeal like a pig? I’m not tellin, Frankie. I’m gonna let the anticipation build in he pit’a ya fuckin stomach. Let the fuckin butterflies build. But, remember, Frankie-boy, I ain’t Walter - I ain’t gonna destroy ya for some idealogical fuckin goal. Nah, I’m gonna fuck ya up - just because I can - And I fuckin like it.”
[Addy shuffles on the chair, and chuckles.]
“I got off on this shit. I ain’t gonna lie, Frankie-boy. I get when I’m here thinkin bout the pain and the fuckin sufferin I can’t put on ya. It’s almost secondary ta the prize on the fuckin line. I said almost. I’m takin that shot Revolution 3, Frankie - don’t ya worry bout that. Go concentrate on that little fuckin shot at Smith Jones in Alpha Pro. Coz, ya ain’t get another one ere, at least not in the short term. Ya might’a tried ta put ya face on Mount Rushmore, but in tha end ya fuckin fell short, cause like Lisse before ya - ya wilted in the face of it. And ya gonna fuckin wilt again, Frankie. Ya new tough guy act, ain’t foolin me. We all know ya the soft cock little bitch the pussies in the crowd look up to. The name the pussies chant when they got nothin. But, see while they might chant ya fuckin name Frankie-boy. I’m the one they have their fuckin wet dreams about. I’m the one that go home and jerk their little fuckin dicks off too. Ya think they gonna be given ya energy when I’m in the ring with ya. Fuck no, Frankie. Ya fuckin fans are gonna forget all fuckin about ya when it comes down it. They’ll thinkin about my tits and arse. Shit, boy, you’ll probably be fuckin thing about my tits and arse even when my two boots are kickin ya kidneys to pieces.”
“There ain’t nothin ya can do about, Frankie. I’m sorry. Actually, I ain’t fuckin sorry. See while ya fuckin best was good enough ta beat Lissie, but it weren’t fuckin good enough ta beat Walter. It’s a fuckin swing and a fuckin roundabout really. But ya gotta ask ya’self Frankie, is ya best good enough ta fuckin beat me. We’ll fuckin see, but like I promised skinny fuckin Dandy. Ya gonna get a beatin, Ya gonna bleedin and I don’t give a fuck about no fuckin rule book. Are ya ready for that - Frankie Boy.”
“Well are ya?”
“Guess we’ll fuckin find when Clash rolls round. That’s the best thing about fighting topper the pile cunts like Dandy and you, Frankie - I know ya cunts are gonna fight, but it feels so much better when I put ya fuckin down. It’s the fuckin euphoria of ya first fuckin orgasm, ain’t nothin beats droppin the so called kings. And that’s what happenin at Clash. I’m droppin both’a ya’s right in the tops’a ya fuckin heads and hopin ya necks break.”
[Adelaide stands up.]
“Fuck ya Dandy.”
“Fuck ya Frankie.”
[Adelaide puts a cigarette and lighter out of her bra and lights classic nicotine stick.]
“I’m Addy A and I’m fuckin out.”
[She takes a long drag.]
“See ya Monday, cunts.”
[Addy walks away.]