Chronicles of Adelaide Ainsworth: Take What's Mine
Apr 10, 2020 18:14:42 GMT -5
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Post by Addy A on Apr 10, 2020 18:14:42 GMT -5
“There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable,
and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart”
-Mike Tyson
Adelaide Ainsworth; the baddest bitch of Action Wrestling, the true and rightful contender to the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship AND the reigning Trinity Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion sits perched atop the battered arm of a lounge - the kind of brown fabric that was out of fashion in early nineties but retained by those who can’t afford better. Her bare feet rest where ordinary people sit, but we know that Adelaide is no ordinary person - she’s unique to the female of the species and most would say that’s a blessing for the rest of the human race.
Sitting at the far end of the lounge to the ‘illslutrious’ Adelaide is her closest confidante, Savannah. Savannah is a well-worn woman, battered by the sands of time but she has been a close friend to Addy since the day she first arrived in Las Vegas. The sweet addictive tendrils of nicotine smoke escape past the ruby red lips of Adelaide as she takes the last drag of her cigarette. She stubs the butt out in the ashtray that sits idly on the glass coffee table next to her. She smiles at Savannah.
“Tell ya what, Sav. It’s me fuckin time this weekend. Ain’t gonna leave nothin out there.” Addy smirks full of cockiness.
“That’s nice.” Savannah responds with indifference, her body and voice tired from a busy shit working the poles in the less than reputable clubs of Las Vegas.
“Somethin wrong, Sav? Ya don’t seem ya happy fuckin self, aye?” Addy probes with all the delicate touch of a sledgehammer.
“It’s good, Adz. Just a long day is all.” sighs Savannah. “Anyway, tell me about this new guy of yours.”
The eyes of Adelaide Ainsworth glow brightly, thinking about her new beau.
“You’ve hardly said anything about him and I want to know more about him, babe.”
“He’s good.” Addy smiles dumbly.
“Good? How ? In bed? Nice guy? What? Come on girl. Give me something” Savannah's weary voice fades somewhat as she is clearly excited to hear about this guy from Addy.
“He’s just good. He’s nice. Maybe a little fuckin soft in tha ‘ead, but he’s good ‘eart. I like that, ya know. And yeh in the bed. Fuck he’s a machine. His fuckin tongue… FAWRH! And his fingers. FUCK ME! They do a better job than me own.” the pitch of Adelaide’s voice rises and with excitement as she speaks, clearly aroused by memories that are replaying in her mind.
“Really? Addy? How’s the dick?”
“FUCKIN HUGE, Sav. Fuckin huge.” smirks Addy as she uses her hands to show it’s length. “It’s fuckin fat too, Sav. And the best part he’s just not one’a this stick it in pound it out fuck’eads. He takes his time and he’s gotta fuckin rhythm. He’s a great fuckin root. I tell ya.”
“Ya a lucky girl, Adz. Really lucky.” blushes Savannah, “What’s his name, then?”
“Bobby…” Adelaide trails off with a dumb smirk still beaming across her face.
“You’re not afraid of that new virus are ya, Addy?” Savannah asks her, her voice tainted with happiness and concern for her friend.
“Nah, I ain’t afraid of nothin…”
Addy A sits alone atop a beaten set of wooden stairs.
“Elisabeth.”
“When it comes ta tha fuckin ring. When it comes ta fuckin bell ta bell. Me and you. We ain’t friends. I’m gonna win this match and the World Title in tha process. Ain’t gonna let no emotions get in the fuckin way.”
“An’ I ain’t sorry bout that babes.”
“I’m all fuckin happy for ya an’ shit that ya top of the fuckin mountain an’ all Lis. An’ I proud’a tha fact ya let that cum drizzle run away an muscled tha fuck up ta take a shot at the fuckin champ. But, shit babes - ya been runnin round with that briefcase for the better part’a a fuckin year and fuckin did nothin until I was in the picture. Somethin tells me that ya nothin but’a ‘nother one of these bitches that wanna get their fuckin tongue all up in me cunt. It all fuckin started wit’ tha bitch in tha mask, that old fuckin skank that was lookin ta relive ha fuckin youth vicariously through me existence and now we ya. The World Fuckin Champ an ya still wanna bury ya face between me thighs and lick me clit until I cum all over ya face.”
Addy laughs her now telltale cackle.
“Ya not the best I could Hope for…”
“Not by a longshot.”
“It’s fuckin funny, really. The first fuckin woman ta ascent the fuckin mountain that is Action Wrestlin’, the great Lisse motherfuckin Hope finds ha’self lockin her lips ta this ass’a mine and gettin all aboard on what I’m bout. Goes ta fuckin show that our fuckin World Champ has got a whole fuckin shitload’a problems that we need ta be worryin bout. Mean, who the fuck wants a world champ that wants tha new girl four fuckin fingers deep inside her. Just don’t fuckin work when the fuckin champ lacks that sorta dominant personality ta stand in tha middle’a the ring and tell everyone that wanna come at em ta get fucked. Lissie she’s a nice fuckin girl but she’s lackin that balls ta tha wall mentality and the full frontal fuckin attitude that I bring ta tha game. Why the fuck else ya think she’s followin me round like I’m the Baddest Bitch in Action Wrestlin’”
“Oh wait.”
“I fuckin am.”
Addy smirks and sticks her tongue out.
“And herein lies the fuckin problem that has beset ya, Lissie. Since the day ya climbed tha top’a that ladder ta get ya hands all other that briefcase - shit, girl it’s been plaguin ya since ya feet stepped inside the ropes’a Action Wrestlin’ and that is fuckin simply that ya always tryin ta please everyone else. We don’t know who the real fuckin Lissie Hope is, right. Hell, girl - I don’t even think ya know ya fuckin self who the real Lissie Hope is. Is the gutty tough girl that first stepped forward? Is it the little fuckin coward that needed ta hide between tha likes of Kennedy Matthews of all fuckin people? Is it the tough fuckin Lissie Motherfuckin Hope that took on all fore ha ta claim that fuckin All-In briefcase? Is it hero fuckin Hero of all tha little girls far an fuckin wide that took on the evil that is Dandy an that fuckin cheesecake Richards? Is tha fuckin Villian that used MY fuckin presence in tha ring ta take tha title back from Frankie?”
“Who the fuck are ya, Lis?”
“Ere’s what I think. I think Elisabeth Hope is a scared little girl tryin ta rebel against the fuckin world. Talkin’ bout wantin ta be her own fuckin image but cravin ta be liked by all. Why the fuck else who she be all fuckin obsessed bout those fuckin twitter likes and retweets. She beggin for the masses to tell her fuckin good she is. Is just a fuckin character flaw’a the girl she just ain’t want it takes ta stand on er own two feet. She’s got tha strong front but it’s all’a fuckin act. Lissie Hope is just two like tha first houses’a the first two fuckin pigs. They look all fuckin strong an shit on the outside but a little bit’a pressure an they crumble. And just like that Lissie ya runnin ta tha next so-called fuckin safehouse until ya come ta tha third piggies house.”
“My house.”
“Knowin tha strength inside’a me it gave tha balls ta take Frankie down. It was my fuckin presence that ring that gave ya that. Cause I’m safe as fuckin houses. Without me, will still got Billy an Chris when the fuck ya cashin in that All-In. Wonderin if ya gonna fail with that briefcase as Casey Holliday. But thanks ta me, Lissie. Everyone's talkin bout ya cheap shot and ya one of less than a handful’a two times. An that…”
“That’s all me, babe.”
“See, Lis. Much as ya like ta tweak ya titties bout how quick ya made it ta tha top’a Action. May I fuckin remind ya that I debuted winnin the World Title, and within three fuckin months I’ll be talkin bout how I took my fuckin second. An there ain’t nothin ya got that can stop me, babes. There’s a fuckin reason I’m the name on the tip’a Odin’s tongue and he’s forgotten bout ya, even when ya cost ‘im ‘is chance in this match when ya out there just tryin ta impress me. It’s cause, even him with twenty fuckin years experience sees me at the greatest name coming through the fuckin industry and he recognizes ya at exactly what ya are.
“A flash in tha fuckin pan.”
“Twelve months… two years… don’t matter soon enough ya’ll be fuckin gone an no one’ll even remember ya name. I like ya just a little bit babes so I ain’t gonna brutalize ya. I’m just gonna beat ya. Come Sunday, take solace in tha fact that ya’ll be losin ta me. An once tha bell rings. We’ll be friends again but I’ll be wearin’ tha belt and ya’ll be back where ya comfortable. The obedient little dog followin behind a dominant master.”
She was only eleven years old, as she walked along the footpath near her school. A young Adelaide Ainsworth had decided to cut school today. Yesterday, she was responsible for beating another girl in her class into near unconsciousness, because the girl had looked at her ‘funny’ all because Adelaide was the first of her grade to start developing breasts. She hadn’t been suspended, but was to sit in isolation outside of the executive’s offices for a period of two weeks without interaction with other students. In her mind that wasn’t something she wanted to do. So she cut school and was now walking along a deserted street kicking rocks looking for something fun to do. She knew where the older boys and girls hung out and she knew she could get a smoke off them, maybe they would have some beers they nicked from the local shops.
She was about to start her path to cut across the bushland when she heard the familiar ‘woop-woop’ of a police siren pulling up next to her. In that moment she was unsure whether to run, the moment’s hesitation gave the two male officers enough time to block her path and stop her running away.
“Where do you think you are going?” ask the first police officer as he rounded behind her.
“School.” she lied.
The second office was standing right in front of her. ‘Now we know that’s not true, girlie.”
The one behind her used all his weight to push her down to her knees as the one in front of her started to unzip his fly.
“Why the FUCK aren’t you in school?” she screamed from across the yard.
“They raped me.” she mumbled, barely above a whisper.
“Speak up girl. I can’t hear you.” her mother yelled at her again.
“They raped me.” she says loud enough for her mother to hear this time.
“What?” her mother looks at her dumbfounded as she walks closer.
“They raped me. The coppers.” she stammers out through the tears, clearly even speaking to her mother about this is mustering all the internal strength Adelaide has.
Her mother is now standing next to her.
“They made me suck their dicks…” Adelaide blurts out only to be interrupted by the stinging slap of her mother’s hand across her face.
“Why lie! You little fucking slut. I know you weren’t at school. Now you already out fucking. Dumb slut.”
Adelaide’s mother grabs her by her hair and slams her into the front security door.
“Fucking little slut.” her mother screams in her face again.
The young Adelaide collapses into a heap on the porch and cries uncontrollably.
“Get up and stop making a fucking scene. Get inside.” her mother screams at her as she steps over her and into the house leaving her daughter an inconsolable mess, curled up in a ball on the cold concrete.
She was about to start her path to cut across the bushland when she heard the familiar ‘woop-woop’ of a police siren pulling up next to her. In that moment she was unsure whether to run, the moment’s hesitation gave the two male officers enough time to block her path and stop her running away.
“Where do you think you are going?” ask the first police officer as he rounded behind her.
“School.” she lied.
The second office was standing right in front of her. ‘Now we know that’s not true, girlie.”
The one behind her used all his weight to push her down to her knees as the one in front of her started to unzip his fly.
***
She sat on the cold concrete steps in the front of her house. The tears streamed down her face. Her school uniform was torn and dirty, multiple buttons ripped from the shirt. As her mother opened the gate and walked in the yard, she smelled of a lunchtime drinking session. She took one look at her only daughter. Her words showed no concern for the state of her daughter.“Why the FUCK aren’t you in school?” she screamed from across the yard.
“They raped me.” she mumbled, barely above a whisper.
“Speak up girl. I can’t hear you.” her mother yelled at her again.
“They raped me.” she says loud enough for her mother to hear this time.
“What?” her mother looks at her dumbfounded as she walks closer.
“They raped me. The coppers.” she stammers out through the tears, clearly even speaking to her mother about this is mustering all the internal strength Adelaide has.
Her mother is now standing next to her.
“They made me suck their dicks…” Adelaide blurts out only to be interrupted by the stinging slap of her mother’s hand across her face.
“Why lie! You little fucking slut. I know you weren’t at school. Now you already out fucking. Dumb slut.”
Adelaide’s mother grabs her by her hair and slams her into the front security door.
“Fucking little slut.” her mother screams in her face again.
The young Adelaide collapses into a heap on the porch and cries uncontrollably.
“Get up and stop making a fucking scene. Get inside.” her mother screams at her as she steps over her and into the house leaving her daughter an inconsolable mess, curled up in a ball on the cold concrete.
“Ta paraphrase tha immortal words of Jay-Z, Frank, you’re not a businessman, you’re a business, man. And that, Frankie is ya fuckin problem, aye. Everythin ya do it’s an extension of ya brand. Ya out there tryin take make sure ya brand is on fuckin point. But here’s what I see Frankie. I see a little fuckin asshole that projects a good guy image to world, but behind the scenes is one of the biggest cunts on the planet. One that would fuckin hesitate to take food from another man’s mouth ta ensure he had food in his fuckin own, right Frank.
“Frank, gotta help that workin man, right? What about the staff ya steal their fuckin take home for a month because ya don’t like tha way ya fuckin pay em ta do things? Not exactly the moral image there, Frankie is it? But it is something ya done ain’t it?”
“Frank, on the fuckin outside ya might be Cliff fuckin Huxtable, but I can tell ya know on the inside ya nothin but a shameless Bill Cosby. An I reckon ya know it too - ya just afraid ta admit ta ya’self ain’t ya? It’s why ya lack tha fuckin ability ta cope with ya own success. Ya fuckin hate it - ya can’t sell ya brand as tha plucky underdog fightin false injustices if ya standin on top’a tha heap can ya? Ya can’t push that inner fuckin demon down if ya rulin that world, can ya? It’s why I’m gonna put ya down, Frank. It’ll be a mercy killin, cause when I fuckin beat ya - it’ll let Frank be Frank. The plucky fuckin underdog that everyone looks up to - without really knowin what’s inside’a him. It’ll let ya be a pillar’a the fuckin community like Catholic Priests in Boston used ta be.”
Addy smirks.
“Me beatin ya, Frank. It’ll give a second chance.”
“It’ll give ya that second fuckin chance to be a better fuckin man. A man for the fuckin world instead’a bein a man just for ‘imself.”
“But, speakin real truth. I ain’t think it’ll work for ya Frankie. My personal opinion is that ya’ll be took fuckin wrapped up in ya own ego ta know the chance that I’m givin ya. That chance ta fuckin repent, but ya won’t. Certain’a that, ‘stead ya’ll be standin all fuckin smiles at the next inuaguration of a childen’s hospital with one’a those oversized fuckin cheques, givin ya best impersonation of Donald Trump in a MAGA hat with a stupid smile tryin ta make people actually think ya give’a fuckin damn. But me, you and possibly Ramon all know the only reason that handout is bein handed over is so ya can lower ya tax liability so ya can continue ta rip the workin class off. Because it’s plain as that the tits on me fuckin chest, Frank that the only person ya givin a shit about is you and you alone. Fuck me, even that little buddy’a yours Ramon will be cast aside when ya don’t need ta appeal ta certain minority’s. Fucker stupidly fuckin loves ya and ya treat him like a fuckin trash bag, Frank.”
Addy pulls a cigarette from the packet inside her bra and lights it. She takes a long exhilarating drag.
“From day fuckin dot, ya been screamin ya the only fuckin one that’s fit enough ta carry this company ya back. But tha fact is the only reason ya want that is so ya can fatten ya bottom line. But more dollars in tha bank account’a Frank Patrick Venable. But let ya’self think ya can hold that head’a ya’s high an proud ma’fucker. And just watch me chop it tha fuck off at tha shoulders, an fashion me’self a fuckin handbag outta it. See, Frankie, let me tell ya just how I’d fuckin do it.”
“I’d wait til that middle’a tha night and sneak up behind ya when ya all distracted by Ramon slurpin his tongue all bout that underside’a ya nutsack. He’s gettin all fuckin aroused because he’s makin ya feel good. And I’d wrap a fuckin length’a barbed wire round ya throat and listen ta gurgle ya fuckin life, then I’ll cleave ya fuckin head from ya shoulders. All tha while, little poolboy Ramon is down there with his mouth round ya fuckin cock thinkin he’s puttin ya in heaven, when in reality I’m sendin ya ta fuckin hell. An end’a tha day I’ll be sneakin outta there before Ramon even realized what’s happened, but I’ll fuckin stay close enough ta hear his scream when he looks up an realizes he’s boyfriend ain’t got no fuckin ‘ead on ‘is shoulders."
Addy cackles.
“Frankie, while the masses might’a let ya in ta their homes ta let ya fiddle wit their sons an daughters on the guise’a betterin their lives. I see right through ya fuckin facade, I see what ya fuckin really are. I see ya fuckin lies, Frank. While ya can bullshit tha unwashed, ya can’t look me straight in that fuckin face an lie ta me that way ya lie ta them. I see through it fuckin all, while ya so blindly by ya own fuckin self-importance all ya see’a me is a mouthy little bitch. Good. That’s the way I fuckin like it. At Battlefield, Frankie, I’m gonna expose ya at the fuckin hypocrite ya are. I’m gonna tear ya the fuck down and I’m gonna make sure the only fuckin way ya gettin outta that arena is slitherin on ya gut like the fuckin snake ya are.”
Addy takes a long drag of her cigarette.
Sitting in the living room of Savannah’s run down abode, Adelaide Ainsworth is staring out the nicotine stained window in the dull grey sky of the day. Addy is twisting her brunette locks around her right index finger - a nervous tic she performs unconsciously when she is feeling anxious about moments. Today is the day at the behest of her mother on the other side of the world that she is going to meet her father for the first time. Savannah is going to drive her to the hostel, but right now Addy is waiting for her to return from her shift sliding up and down the poles of Las Vegas working for dollar bill tips. Adelaide reaches inside her top and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and lights one.
She takes a nervous drag when she hears the door open. In a bound of anxious energy she jumps from the lounge and heads for the door.
“Don’t come in Sav. Let’s just get the fuck outta here.”
Adelaide is confronted by two well dressed bodyguards of the one and only ‘Don’ Gino Bigliani. She momentarily contemplates fighting but decides against it, allowing herself to be escorted from the apartment without resistance.
***
Gino Bigliani was sitting in the favorite booth of his favourite diner. His bodyguards were scattered about the diner when Adelaide was forcibly escorted into the booth opposite the ‘Don’.
“I have an offer for you young Adelaide. An offer I think you will really like.” says the Don as he shovels scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“Wha’ fuckin offer can I give me ya fat cunt?” Adelaide spits with hatred at the fat man who sits opposite her.
Bigliani swallows his anger while swallowing his food. He reaches his giant paw out and wraps around a coffee cup and washes down his seething rage.
“Young Adelaide. I’m offering you an out. One time only.”
Addy perks up. “What’s the fuckin catch?”
Gino smiles. “ There are two FBI agents that are investigating me. These two are a little bit renegade, so I can’t get them under my thumb. I need their eyes and ears away from my business. If you can solve the problem and ensure that there are no consequences to my business than I will let you go.”
“And if I tell ya ta get fucked?” Addy spits at him as she picks a piece of toast from his plate and chomps down on the corner chewing mouth open as she stares at The Don.
“I keep you as an asset. And that lovely blonde friend of yours meets an unfortunate demise.”
Addy spits the half chewed toast at the Don.
“Thirty seconds.” he speaks calmly while wiping the soggy crumbs from his top end suit.
“Thirty seconds what?”
“To decide, young Adelaide. Ten seconds.”
The Don hands up his right hand with five fingers on it, he starts folding them down while staring a hole into Adelaide, when only the Don’s thumb remains, she nods indicating her acceptance of the offer. The Don waves at someone behind him, he is bought a manilla folder. The Don opens it and shows her two photos before closing it and getting it taken away.
“Timeline?” Adelaide asks, suddenly lacking the same cocky swagger she walked in with. Seemingly resigned to an impossible task.
“Sooner rather than later.”
“And if I fail? You’ll find yourself in the underwater salvage business” the Don smiles. “With the blonde…” he allows his voice to trail off.
“I fuckin do this. I’m out?”
“You’re out, Adelaide. We won’t need to speak again.”
She nods and stands up. She takes the remainder of his coffee with her as she walks out of the diner. As a parting gift she gives him the Don the finger as she exits the building. The Don just laughs and returns to eating.
“So, ere it goes, let’s wrap this up. Lissie. Frankie. We done tha dance and now it’s time fah ya fools ta realize that come Battlefield there’s only fuckin one’a us walkin out with that ring wit tha Action Wrestlin Championship Belt an I can tell ya plain and fuckin simple that one person is gonna be me. I came inta Action an I been here at tha top from tha start. There’s a reason fah that.”
“But the two’a ya had ta work ta get ere. Think bout that fah a minute. Lissie, with all ya battlin through that All-In and a whole fuckin year’a struggle. Me, I been ere three months an I’m already sittin above ya in that peckin order. An Frankie with ya need tha fuckin fan vote ta get inta tha Wrestler’a the Year tournament. Without that ya wouldn’t even be ere. Ya wouldn’t even be that fuckin ring wit me. I’d be beatin the blood from someone else’s internal organs. Cause I’m where I rightfully fuckin belong. On tha top’a tha heap.”
“In this fuckin match I may well be Hannibal because end’a tha day I’m gonna kick tha livin shit outta all ya organs and when it comes time ta end it all. When I’ve had enough fuckin fun… When I decide it’s fuckin time ta end ya fuckin misery… When I decide it’s time ta go the fuck home wit what I came ere for…”
“I’m gonna rip ya hearts from ya fuckin chests an crush em right in front’a ya fuckin eyes. Cause at Battlefield…”
“I’m gonna take what’s mine.”