Post by dollface on Jun 5, 2023 18:41:52 GMT -5
Wrestler's Name - Sarah “Dollface” Wolf
Height - 5’6
Weight - 210
Entrance Theme - “When I'm queen” Jackoff Jill
Custom Ring Entrance - Sarah doesn’t give a damn about pageantry. What she does love is fighting. So she will probably be in the audience until it’s her turn, and when she’s done fighting she’ll go back there. She is not friendly and will not interact with anyone unless it’s to insult them. She doesn’t attack fans, though. That’s beneath her.
Gender - Female
Hometown - Brooklyn, New York
Why are you qualified to unite the TRIAD? (this will go on your profile that will be posted on our website) - “I may not be qualified to unite. But I’m very good at dividing.” - Sarah Wolf
Wrestling Style/Resemblance - Mixed Martial Arts, obviously. She has a very fluid style that is both interesting to watch and upsetting to be confronted with. She’s like VOLDO from Soul Calibur. She’s 65% a submission wrestler and 35% Striker.
Trademark Maneuver(s) -
Hybrid Moment DDT (upon impact rolls backwards as the opponent rolls forward, and locks them in a chokehold.)
Some Kinda Hate (Grabs arms of opponent who is laying down, pulls up on both arms while applying pressure to their throat with her foot)
Set up to Finisher - Will either spit a black mist into their face, or will stick her fingers into her mouth, coating them with what she lovingly calls “the black shit”
Finisher - Devilock (Mandible Claw into a submission or pin)
Alignment - Neutral evil
Twitter Handle - Hate2Hesitate
Character Font Color - Red
Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Nina Kate
URL to Former Fed or Wrestler Website -
Sample Roleplay -
Sarah Wolf’s hand brushed against the faded orange chair, hoping to remove a layer of whatever collected there. The entirety of the apartment smelled of burnt meat of the lowest possible quality. Every surface she touched was covered in a thick layer of oil which transferred to her hand but left the surface she touched undiminished, as if it was made of oil not and not just layered with it. Sitting in the chair, she told herself the feeling of oil seeping into her was just her imagination and not a reality she would deal with when she stood.
Her audience was mid-bite of mac and cheese and ketchup when she walked in. He dropped the spoon into the ‘bowl’ which consisted of an aluminum foiled lined bicycle helmet and went to speak. He would most likely be insulting, or foolish. And Sarah had no time for either. Holding her hand up and extending a single finger with a very sharp fingernail on the end of it, she silenced them and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
“ I’m going to tell you a story. You listen, you learn. If you wait to speak, you’ll waste your words. At the end of this story, You’ll be made aware of certain inevitabilities. They won’t be comforting. But you’ll be given an opportunity for it to be positive. And all you’ll have to do is be yourself. For once.”
Sarah pulls a bottle of vodka from her inside jacket pocket. She takes a swig and offers it to her audience, who quickly refuses.
Sarah then begins to tell her audience the truth about roses.
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“ The thing about flowers that always left me uneasy was the fact that in order to appreciate them, you have to kill them. Rip them from the soil, cut off their lower half, soak their carcass to slow the decay. It’s barbarism. It’s not about the beauty or scent. It’s about taking something beautiful and destroying it for our pleasure. And then we dare complain about how fast they die, or rot. As if it’s somehow the flower's fault for not staying pretty despite what you’ve done to it. I may seek to destroy; but I’ve never complained about what they’ve become after what I did to make them that way. ”
“ It’s something I don’t have in common with most of this world. ”
“ Look at this business. We admonish those who would give up and walk away over a loss, but how many of you have done the same? People who live in greenhouses shouldn't throw stones. People who work in this business should have more care for those who they’ve defeated. Not everyone gets a turn to be the destroyer, but everyone gets a turn to be the destroyed. ”
“ Look at the former Wisdom Champion, Buster Gloves. The entire paradigm of who he is has shifted from successful champion, to a tag team fighter. Yet again, he has been placed in a match where not one person is on his side. I’m sure you’re thinking the same about me, but it’s wrong, and I’ll get to why in just a second. Buster Glove's name, as bad of a name as that is, is respected. This guy defended this belt. I don’t like him. I would never like him. But I respect him. Almost to the point where I almost feel bad for him. ”
“ Almost. ”
“ To go from defending your title on a consistent basis, to having the person who took it from you be your tag team partner, to me, seems cruel. Not in the ‘tear flesh from bone and salt the wounds just to hear what you sound like’ cruel. No, that part comes during the rematch. But cruel enough. I really wish I could make it better for you, Bussy Bus. ”
“ But I’m only built to make it worse. ”
__________
She tells her audience that while anyone can grow a rose, it takes a careful hand to see one truly flourish. You can go with roses that grow in a pot; which is easier to control the soil as well as keep the flower contained. But Bare root roses, the ones that grow in the ground freely, are the ones that are truly worth the effort despite the difficulty of growing them.
You have to soak the roots, she tells them. In fact, after being planted, the roots should be kept moist for months. This is both tedious and worrisome, as it can be difficult to judge if you’ve done it right, often not knowing until it is too late.
We are much like those roses, she explains. We require effort. We require patience and care. Any flower can be planted in a pot and soaked in water once every few days and expected to grow. But to be a rose, it takes quite a bit more.
The difficulty in keeping roses does not end with moistening their roots, but also in the variety in which you plant. With roses, there are hundreds of different types. Climbing roses, which ascend, or groundcover roses which spread out. Cluster roses which grow their flowers in concentrated areas, etc. And each type of rose has its own standard for beauty and growth.
Which is why knowing what you want from your roses is as important as how you treat them. If you want a rose that will fill your garden with a powerful and preferable scent, she explains, you’d pick a Boscobel or a Duftwolke. If you want a rose that will bloom all year, you’d get a knockout or a beach rose. If you want one that grows in a cluster, you’d go for Polyantha’s.
But what you would not do is expect those roses to do what others do, simply because of what you want from them. Climbing roses do not cluster. Ground covers do not climb. And while a Plynatha might smell good, it is not one you’d use for an oil or perfume.
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“ If the worst I was capable of had a scent, yours would be a garbage collector strike in July, where the others in this match would be mixed types of ethnic cooking in one room and BO, respectively. I know the ethnic line sounds bad, but I coach a curling team of ethnic people, so it’s fine. ”
“ Eli, you pose no threat to me what-so-ever at this point. You’re closer to being on my side than Buster ever will be. You’re not gunning for my title. You’re not fighting me in the foreseeable future. And you’re fighting against the man who helped destroy my life. You could take something from him that would lessen his precious legacy. ”
“ That’s what he cares about, Eli. His record. His standing. The way others look at and see him. I need you to do the thing and make sure he is seen the way we want him to be. You want him to see him sans title. I want to see him dead. ”
“ Two birds. One stone? ”
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When planting roses, Sarah explains, where you plant them is just as important as how you plant them. You must observe the area over the course of a day to make sure your roses get the right amount of sun exposure. Most roses require eight hours of light a day, but still need to be protected from overexposure to the intense heat of the afternoon sun. You must also be careful to plant them where they won’t be at the mercy of winter winds once the season changes. Maybe use a fence facing the way the wind normally blows to offer extra protection.
The hole in which you plant the roses is also an important part of the process. The hole needs to be large enough for the roots to take hold. It needs to have good drainage so as not to oversaturate the feet of the roots. If you intend to use compost, it needs to be blended with the dirt taken from the hole. And depending on the climate you’re in, the crown needs to be the right distance from the ground.
And just as important as where and how you plant them, but when. Roses are meant to be planted as soon as the ground thaws, or a month and a half before the ground first freezes. Roses, like humans, are fragile and mistakes made often can have devastating ramifications. Bare root roses do especially well when you plant them as soon as they come into season in early spring. Planted too late and the window is closed for good.
__________
“ Eli, you are the big bang theory of people and are absolutely inconsequential to me. But if you should find the ability to remove Stephen Stratford from my path, you will have won something more valuable than any title ever could be; my tolerance. ”
“ This business of ours, I’ve been on every part of it. I know it through and through, rooter to the tooter. And I’m someone so undeniable, so unstoppable, that I’ll be dead for decades before they ever stop shaking at the mention of my name. I will slice through the jugular of this business with my fucking thumbnails, and the only sorrow I’ll suffer over my actions will be that I didn’t do it sooner. ”
“ One thing I can’t stand about this business, Eli; Is Stephen Stratford. More than the gym rats who don’t do anything but work out and think it makes them interesting. More than the C-list celebrities who need a new way to get likes and loves on their instas; It’s Stephen fucking Stratford. The perennial pain in the ass of this industry. And you, Eli…you’ve got the chance to send him back to wherever the hell he goes. ”
“ I want to tell you I believe in you, Eli. I want to tell you that I think you can do it. But I can’t because, I don’t. People beat the odds every day. Obviously the only odds you beat are between your legs. I need you to strap those on, and beat the odds against Stratford? I’m gonna break into your house, and rip your odds off. ”
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Sarah took another drink of the vodka, and blinked softly as she felt it take effect. Her audience, still confused as to why she was here and what she was talking about, went to speak again. But once again was motioned to be silent instead.
Just like Sarah, she explains, her audience has been left alone to grow without the care or attention it deserves or needs. They’re not roses in the mind of others. They’re not flowers. They’re weeds. And like weeds, when it grows in the wrong way, or place, it is going to get plucked or poisoned. Whacked or cut. And forgotten about just as quickly.
My entire life, Sarah explains, I have been utilized the wrong way. Been told to climb when I wanted to cluster, and to cluster when I wanted to fill the air with a scent. Her audience is on that road now. And they are both being asked to adjust themselves to the perception of outsiders.
Sarah explains that like him, she has been neglected. By her so-called friend Vhodka Black. Or her brother, Vincent. Or her other brother. Xavier. The one she loved the most. The one who she would have died to protect. The one who’d been shot when FIGHT NYC closed, and the one she had not been allowed to visit once since he fell into a coma. Vincent had dared to dangle seeing him in front of her, telling her to use her methods of torture to get to the bottom of the shooting, obviously hoping to blackmail her into falling back in line. Otherwise, he would have dealt with these people on his own. A plan she sniffed out just enough to avoid falling into fully.
“ You are a rose. You have been left in the dark. You have not been watered. You are freezing and you are dying. Your petals will never grow, and no one will ever admire you. But I can change that. I have taken this business by storm. There is not a person who matters that doesn’t know my name, or a person with sense that doesn’t fear it. I can make you matter. And I can fulfill the promise they seem to have forgotten. ”
“ Am I wrong? Have they done anything close to what they said? Where is your sister they promised to find? Where is the career they offered to give you? You have been left to die. Left to ROT. But rot is something I know a lot about. And I can save you. ”
“ I heard about Mexico. Anyone with a brain could have seen what you kids missed. But they didn’t send you there with a brain. They sent you there with a grade school couch and an egomaniac drunk who’d stick his dick in a toaster if it had lipstick on. And now; He’s dead. And you’re in hiding. And none of this is going away any time soon. But help me and I can change that. ”
“ I know. You’re thinking; why me? Because I need someone who is young enough to pass for a high school kid, but won’t fuck any of the students. Which your asexual ass is both. But I also need someone who has a good collection of skills and a very small amount of morality. Again, that’s you. You do this, you help me pay off my debt; I’ll get you out of the dark and into the light. And I’ll make you the person they promised you’d be. I’ll find your sister, and I’ll get you settled up with mexico without the head coming off your shoulders. ”
“ …what about pay? ”
“ You help me, and you’ll never need another cent for as long as you live. What’d you say, Asher? Wanna have some fun? ”
“ Alright. But I won’t hurt dizzy miss. ” His nickname for Vhodka. It was endearing to hear that he cared about her. Made Sarah itchy in the worst way.
“ Don’t worry. You won’t have to. Now let’s go. We have to get you some uniforms. ”
Uniform shopping was easier than Sarah had thought. Asher, for being a ‘fully’ grown adult, was roughly the average size of an american teenager. 3 shirts, 3 pants, and 2 sweater vests later, and Asher was on the way to passing as a student. Things were looking up for once, and as Sarah would have predicted had she noticed, it was only natural that it would change.
Stepping out of the store, Sarah ignored everyone around her and dropped the bags into the trunk of the Nissan Maxima. Just about to close the trunk, Sarah looked up to see the smiling face of Lou Ezdum. A portly floridian man in a terribly clashy suit who she had met through her brother. His mouth opened and as the halitosis he was known for escaped into the air, he began to speak a name Sarah didn’t want to hear. “Bats” was the nickname her brothers gave her. It was not for him to use. And it wasn’t for her to hear.
Sarah looked down to find early Christmas in the way of his hand gripping the trunk. Barely giving it a second thought, she slammed the trunk down on his hand and became visibly giddy at the sight of his suffering. She whispered to him, and made sure he agreed, before she popped the trunk and let him go. Slinking away, his fingers now fatter than his dick would ever be, he cursed at Sarah while putting as much space between them as possible.
“ ‘s that guy? ”
“ Him? Friend of the family. ”
Sarah dropped him off at a motel on the way to the school’ campus and returned to the gated compound in which Regina and Daniella resided. Sarah expected to be taken to Daniella upon returning, but did not expect Daniella to be waiting for her at the gate.
“ I am going to give you several seconds to explain why you took a 14 year old girl skydiving, before I do the same to you, sans parasuto!! ”
“ Miss V. My brother has this thing he does, where he holds his students underwater. When he lets them up, he asks what they want. He doesn’t stop until he says ‘to breathe.’ And then tells them that they have to treat this business and life the same way. ”
“ This is idiotic. Denying the brain of oxygen can be devastating! ”
“ You should meet my brothers. I took Reggie skydiving because she needed to face a bigger fear to make the little ones seem more manageable. Also, her perspective is that of a child. And she can’t afford it. Up there, she didn’t see her school, or the bullies. They didn’t leave the state because she got into a plane. She pulled back far enough to see that they don’t matter at all. I promise you that girl was safer with me falling toward the earth than she was with your son watching over her on the ground. ”
“ From now on, I want to be told any and all activities you plan on taking with my granddaughter. Do you understand? ”
“ I do. I was actually on my way to tell you the full breadth of my mission. ”
“ And what is that? ”
“ I’ve got a ringer I’m going to place inside the school. Someone who can assist her in getting things done without her getting in trouble. And someone who you might also be interested in, too. ”
“ …How so? ”
“ His name is Asher Jules. He’s the kid who ripped off your club in T, and got the place raided. ”
“ Where is he? ”
“ I need him. For now. Once your grandaughter wins this stupid class presidency. He’s all yours. ”
“ …Do you know what I’m going to do to him? ”
“ …I really don’t care? ”
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“ Stephen Stratford. My life has been chaotic since my first memory at three. But it’s been, up until recently, an organized chaos. All of my mental health issues lined up in size order and managed one by one. And then, along came a wrench in the machine. Along came a spider. Along came you. ”
“ I don’t know why you did it. I don’t care why. But what you did to destroy them, destroyed me. And as much as I will never forgive, I will never forget. Each and every day I wake up and the memory of what you did, the one I killed the night before, has bloomed once again. Just as you are perennial in this business, so is my hate for you. ”
“ This act of being this mysterious being that we’re all just supposed to believe. You have an address, Stephen. Mysterious beings don’t have addresses. They don’t have bank accounts. And when I get my hands on you? They won’t have a trachea, either. ”
“ I was blooming, Stephen. I was in the sun, and I was basking. And then you had to come along with your detectives and your secrets unearthed with her heroin sick fingers and fuck it all up. They clipped me, Stephen. You clipped me. And instead of putting me in water, they smashed me between books. And when I was misshapen enough for their liking and was no longer recognizable, they sealed me in plastic and hung me on a wall. ”
“ They admired me. They gazed upon me, they pruned me. But they never saw me. If they had, they’d have predicted what they were doing and seen how it ended. Clipped, and displayed. Rotting instead of growing. I am preserved to a point, but it won’t last forever. The end is near. ”
“ This fight we’ve got coming, Stephen with the P-H. It hinges on a lot of extenuating circumstance. Do both of us make it? Or none of us? Does Vhodka take the third spot? Or does Tact? What if the Janitor cashes in his chit? What if this, what if that.. ”
“ ..what if no matter what you do. No matter where you go. No matter how hard you try. I reach into your sore covered mouth, and rip out the teeth that you cost me. ”
“ I’ve lost all of my petals, Stephen. And that’s my problem. ”
“ But I’ve got plenty of thorns left. And that problem is yours. ”
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Height - 5’6
Weight - 210
Entrance Theme - “When I'm queen” Jackoff Jill
Custom Ring Entrance - Sarah doesn’t give a damn about pageantry. What she does love is fighting. So she will probably be in the audience until it’s her turn, and when she’s done fighting she’ll go back there. She is not friendly and will not interact with anyone unless it’s to insult them. She doesn’t attack fans, though. That’s beneath her.
Gender - Female
Hometown - Brooklyn, New York
Why are you qualified to unite the TRIAD? (this will go on your profile that will be posted on our website) - “I may not be qualified to unite. But I’m very good at dividing.” - Sarah Wolf
Wrestling Style/Resemblance - Mixed Martial Arts, obviously. She has a very fluid style that is both interesting to watch and upsetting to be confronted with. She’s like VOLDO from Soul Calibur. She’s 65% a submission wrestler and 35% Striker.
Trademark Maneuver(s) -
Hybrid Moment DDT (upon impact rolls backwards as the opponent rolls forward, and locks them in a chokehold.)
Some Kinda Hate (Grabs arms of opponent who is laying down, pulls up on both arms while applying pressure to their throat with her foot)
Set up to Finisher - Will either spit a black mist into their face, or will stick her fingers into her mouth, coating them with what she lovingly calls “the black shit”
Finisher - Devilock (Mandible Claw into a submission or pin)
Alignment - Neutral evil
Twitter Handle - Hate2Hesitate
Character Font Color - Red
Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Nina Kate
URL to Former Fed or Wrestler Website -
Sample Roleplay -
Sarah Wolf’s hand brushed against the faded orange chair, hoping to remove a layer of whatever collected there. The entirety of the apartment smelled of burnt meat of the lowest possible quality. Every surface she touched was covered in a thick layer of oil which transferred to her hand but left the surface she touched undiminished, as if it was made of oil not and not just layered with it. Sitting in the chair, she told herself the feeling of oil seeping into her was just her imagination and not a reality she would deal with when she stood.
Her audience was mid-bite of mac and cheese and ketchup when she walked in. He dropped the spoon into the ‘bowl’ which consisted of an aluminum foiled lined bicycle helmet and went to speak. He would most likely be insulting, or foolish. And Sarah had no time for either. Holding her hand up and extending a single finger with a very sharp fingernail on the end of it, she silenced them and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
“ I’m going to tell you a story. You listen, you learn. If you wait to speak, you’ll waste your words. At the end of this story, You’ll be made aware of certain inevitabilities. They won’t be comforting. But you’ll be given an opportunity for it to be positive. And all you’ll have to do is be yourself. For once.”
Sarah pulls a bottle of vodka from her inside jacket pocket. She takes a swig and offers it to her audience, who quickly refuses.
Sarah then begins to tell her audience the truth about roses.
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“ The thing about flowers that always left me uneasy was the fact that in order to appreciate them, you have to kill them. Rip them from the soil, cut off their lower half, soak their carcass to slow the decay. It’s barbarism. It’s not about the beauty or scent. It’s about taking something beautiful and destroying it for our pleasure. And then we dare complain about how fast they die, or rot. As if it’s somehow the flower's fault for not staying pretty despite what you’ve done to it. I may seek to destroy; but I’ve never complained about what they’ve become after what I did to make them that way. ”
“ It’s something I don’t have in common with most of this world. ”
“ Look at this business. We admonish those who would give up and walk away over a loss, but how many of you have done the same? People who live in greenhouses shouldn't throw stones. People who work in this business should have more care for those who they’ve defeated. Not everyone gets a turn to be the destroyer, but everyone gets a turn to be the destroyed. ”
“ Look at the former Wisdom Champion, Buster Gloves. The entire paradigm of who he is has shifted from successful champion, to a tag team fighter. Yet again, he has been placed in a match where not one person is on his side. I’m sure you’re thinking the same about me, but it’s wrong, and I’ll get to why in just a second. Buster Glove's name, as bad of a name as that is, is respected. This guy defended this belt. I don’t like him. I would never like him. But I respect him. Almost to the point where I almost feel bad for him. ”
“ Almost. ”
“ To go from defending your title on a consistent basis, to having the person who took it from you be your tag team partner, to me, seems cruel. Not in the ‘tear flesh from bone and salt the wounds just to hear what you sound like’ cruel. No, that part comes during the rematch. But cruel enough. I really wish I could make it better for you, Bussy Bus. ”
“ But I’m only built to make it worse. ”
__________
She tells her audience that while anyone can grow a rose, it takes a careful hand to see one truly flourish. You can go with roses that grow in a pot; which is easier to control the soil as well as keep the flower contained. But Bare root roses, the ones that grow in the ground freely, are the ones that are truly worth the effort despite the difficulty of growing them.
You have to soak the roots, she tells them. In fact, after being planted, the roots should be kept moist for months. This is both tedious and worrisome, as it can be difficult to judge if you’ve done it right, often not knowing until it is too late.
We are much like those roses, she explains. We require effort. We require patience and care. Any flower can be planted in a pot and soaked in water once every few days and expected to grow. But to be a rose, it takes quite a bit more.
The difficulty in keeping roses does not end with moistening their roots, but also in the variety in which you plant. With roses, there are hundreds of different types. Climbing roses, which ascend, or groundcover roses which spread out. Cluster roses which grow their flowers in concentrated areas, etc. And each type of rose has its own standard for beauty and growth.
Which is why knowing what you want from your roses is as important as how you treat them. If you want a rose that will fill your garden with a powerful and preferable scent, she explains, you’d pick a Boscobel or a Duftwolke. If you want a rose that will bloom all year, you’d get a knockout or a beach rose. If you want one that grows in a cluster, you’d go for Polyantha’s.
But what you would not do is expect those roses to do what others do, simply because of what you want from them. Climbing roses do not cluster. Ground covers do not climb. And while a Plynatha might smell good, it is not one you’d use for an oil or perfume.
__________
“ If the worst I was capable of had a scent, yours would be a garbage collector strike in July, where the others in this match would be mixed types of ethnic cooking in one room and BO, respectively. I know the ethnic line sounds bad, but I coach a curling team of ethnic people, so it’s fine. ”
“ Eli, you pose no threat to me what-so-ever at this point. You’re closer to being on my side than Buster ever will be. You’re not gunning for my title. You’re not fighting me in the foreseeable future. And you’re fighting against the man who helped destroy my life. You could take something from him that would lessen his precious legacy. ”
“ That’s what he cares about, Eli. His record. His standing. The way others look at and see him. I need you to do the thing and make sure he is seen the way we want him to be. You want him to see him sans title. I want to see him dead. ”
“ Two birds. One stone? ”
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When planting roses, Sarah explains, where you plant them is just as important as how you plant them. You must observe the area over the course of a day to make sure your roses get the right amount of sun exposure. Most roses require eight hours of light a day, but still need to be protected from overexposure to the intense heat of the afternoon sun. You must also be careful to plant them where they won’t be at the mercy of winter winds once the season changes. Maybe use a fence facing the way the wind normally blows to offer extra protection.
The hole in which you plant the roses is also an important part of the process. The hole needs to be large enough for the roots to take hold. It needs to have good drainage so as not to oversaturate the feet of the roots. If you intend to use compost, it needs to be blended with the dirt taken from the hole. And depending on the climate you’re in, the crown needs to be the right distance from the ground.
And just as important as where and how you plant them, but when. Roses are meant to be planted as soon as the ground thaws, or a month and a half before the ground first freezes. Roses, like humans, are fragile and mistakes made often can have devastating ramifications. Bare root roses do especially well when you plant them as soon as they come into season in early spring. Planted too late and the window is closed for good.
__________
“ Eli, you are the big bang theory of people and are absolutely inconsequential to me. But if you should find the ability to remove Stephen Stratford from my path, you will have won something more valuable than any title ever could be; my tolerance. ”
“ This business of ours, I’ve been on every part of it. I know it through and through, rooter to the tooter. And I’m someone so undeniable, so unstoppable, that I’ll be dead for decades before they ever stop shaking at the mention of my name. I will slice through the jugular of this business with my fucking thumbnails, and the only sorrow I’ll suffer over my actions will be that I didn’t do it sooner. ”
“ One thing I can’t stand about this business, Eli; Is Stephen Stratford. More than the gym rats who don’t do anything but work out and think it makes them interesting. More than the C-list celebrities who need a new way to get likes and loves on their instas; It’s Stephen fucking Stratford. The perennial pain in the ass of this industry. And you, Eli…you’ve got the chance to send him back to wherever the hell he goes. ”
“ I want to tell you I believe in you, Eli. I want to tell you that I think you can do it. But I can’t because, I don’t. People beat the odds every day. Obviously the only odds you beat are between your legs. I need you to strap those on, and beat the odds against Stratford? I’m gonna break into your house, and rip your odds off. ”
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Sarah took another drink of the vodka, and blinked softly as she felt it take effect. Her audience, still confused as to why she was here and what she was talking about, went to speak again. But once again was motioned to be silent instead.
Just like Sarah, she explains, her audience has been left alone to grow without the care or attention it deserves or needs. They’re not roses in the mind of others. They’re not flowers. They’re weeds. And like weeds, when it grows in the wrong way, or place, it is going to get plucked or poisoned. Whacked or cut. And forgotten about just as quickly.
My entire life, Sarah explains, I have been utilized the wrong way. Been told to climb when I wanted to cluster, and to cluster when I wanted to fill the air with a scent. Her audience is on that road now. And they are both being asked to adjust themselves to the perception of outsiders.
Sarah explains that like him, she has been neglected. By her so-called friend Vhodka Black. Or her brother, Vincent. Or her other brother. Xavier. The one she loved the most. The one who she would have died to protect. The one who’d been shot when FIGHT NYC closed, and the one she had not been allowed to visit once since he fell into a coma. Vincent had dared to dangle seeing him in front of her, telling her to use her methods of torture to get to the bottom of the shooting, obviously hoping to blackmail her into falling back in line. Otherwise, he would have dealt with these people on his own. A plan she sniffed out just enough to avoid falling into fully.
“ You are a rose. You have been left in the dark. You have not been watered. You are freezing and you are dying. Your petals will never grow, and no one will ever admire you. But I can change that. I have taken this business by storm. There is not a person who matters that doesn’t know my name, or a person with sense that doesn’t fear it. I can make you matter. And I can fulfill the promise they seem to have forgotten. ”
“ Am I wrong? Have they done anything close to what they said? Where is your sister they promised to find? Where is the career they offered to give you? You have been left to die. Left to ROT. But rot is something I know a lot about. And I can save you. ”
“ I heard about Mexico. Anyone with a brain could have seen what you kids missed. But they didn’t send you there with a brain. They sent you there with a grade school couch and an egomaniac drunk who’d stick his dick in a toaster if it had lipstick on. And now; He’s dead. And you’re in hiding. And none of this is going away any time soon. But help me and I can change that. ”
“ I know. You’re thinking; why me? Because I need someone who is young enough to pass for a high school kid, but won’t fuck any of the students. Which your asexual ass is both. But I also need someone who has a good collection of skills and a very small amount of morality. Again, that’s you. You do this, you help me pay off my debt; I’ll get you out of the dark and into the light. And I’ll make you the person they promised you’d be. I’ll find your sister, and I’ll get you settled up with mexico without the head coming off your shoulders. ”
“ …what about pay? ”
“ You help me, and you’ll never need another cent for as long as you live. What’d you say, Asher? Wanna have some fun? ”
“ Alright. But I won’t hurt dizzy miss. ” His nickname for Vhodka. It was endearing to hear that he cared about her. Made Sarah itchy in the worst way.
“ Don’t worry. You won’t have to. Now let’s go. We have to get you some uniforms. ”
Uniform shopping was easier than Sarah had thought. Asher, for being a ‘fully’ grown adult, was roughly the average size of an american teenager. 3 shirts, 3 pants, and 2 sweater vests later, and Asher was on the way to passing as a student. Things were looking up for once, and as Sarah would have predicted had she noticed, it was only natural that it would change.
Stepping out of the store, Sarah ignored everyone around her and dropped the bags into the trunk of the Nissan Maxima. Just about to close the trunk, Sarah looked up to see the smiling face of Lou Ezdum. A portly floridian man in a terribly clashy suit who she had met through her brother. His mouth opened and as the halitosis he was known for escaped into the air, he began to speak a name Sarah didn’t want to hear. “Bats” was the nickname her brothers gave her. It was not for him to use. And it wasn’t for her to hear.
Sarah looked down to find early Christmas in the way of his hand gripping the trunk. Barely giving it a second thought, she slammed the trunk down on his hand and became visibly giddy at the sight of his suffering. She whispered to him, and made sure he agreed, before she popped the trunk and let him go. Slinking away, his fingers now fatter than his dick would ever be, he cursed at Sarah while putting as much space between them as possible.
“ ‘s that guy? ”
“ Him? Friend of the family. ”
Sarah dropped him off at a motel on the way to the school’ campus and returned to the gated compound in which Regina and Daniella resided. Sarah expected to be taken to Daniella upon returning, but did not expect Daniella to be waiting for her at the gate.
“ I am going to give you several seconds to explain why you took a 14 year old girl skydiving, before I do the same to you, sans parasuto!! ”
“ Miss V. My brother has this thing he does, where he holds his students underwater. When he lets them up, he asks what they want. He doesn’t stop until he says ‘to breathe.’ And then tells them that they have to treat this business and life the same way. ”
“ This is idiotic. Denying the brain of oxygen can be devastating! ”
“ You should meet my brothers. I took Reggie skydiving because she needed to face a bigger fear to make the little ones seem more manageable. Also, her perspective is that of a child. And she can’t afford it. Up there, she didn’t see her school, or the bullies. They didn’t leave the state because she got into a plane. She pulled back far enough to see that they don’t matter at all. I promise you that girl was safer with me falling toward the earth than she was with your son watching over her on the ground. ”
“ From now on, I want to be told any and all activities you plan on taking with my granddaughter. Do you understand? ”
“ I do. I was actually on my way to tell you the full breadth of my mission. ”
“ And what is that? ”
“ I’ve got a ringer I’m going to place inside the school. Someone who can assist her in getting things done without her getting in trouble. And someone who you might also be interested in, too. ”
“ …How so? ”
“ His name is Asher Jules. He’s the kid who ripped off your club in T, and got the place raided. ”
“ Where is he? ”
“ I need him. For now. Once your grandaughter wins this stupid class presidency. He’s all yours. ”
“ …Do you know what I’m going to do to him? ”
“ …I really don’t care? ”
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“ Stephen Stratford. My life has been chaotic since my first memory at three. But it’s been, up until recently, an organized chaos. All of my mental health issues lined up in size order and managed one by one. And then, along came a wrench in the machine. Along came a spider. Along came you. ”
“ I don’t know why you did it. I don’t care why. But what you did to destroy them, destroyed me. And as much as I will never forgive, I will never forget. Each and every day I wake up and the memory of what you did, the one I killed the night before, has bloomed once again. Just as you are perennial in this business, so is my hate for you. ”
“ This act of being this mysterious being that we’re all just supposed to believe. You have an address, Stephen. Mysterious beings don’t have addresses. They don’t have bank accounts. And when I get my hands on you? They won’t have a trachea, either. ”
“ I was blooming, Stephen. I was in the sun, and I was basking. And then you had to come along with your detectives and your secrets unearthed with her heroin sick fingers and fuck it all up. They clipped me, Stephen. You clipped me. And instead of putting me in water, they smashed me between books. And when I was misshapen enough for their liking and was no longer recognizable, they sealed me in plastic and hung me on a wall. ”
“ They admired me. They gazed upon me, they pruned me. But they never saw me. If they had, they’d have predicted what they were doing and seen how it ended. Clipped, and displayed. Rotting instead of growing. I am preserved to a point, but it won’t last forever. The end is near. ”
“ This fight we’ve got coming, Stephen with the P-H. It hinges on a lot of extenuating circumstance. Do both of us make it? Or none of us? Does Vhodka take the third spot? Or does Tact? What if the Janitor cashes in his chit? What if this, what if that.. ”
“ ..what if no matter what you do. No matter where you go. No matter how hard you try. I reach into your sore covered mouth, and rip out the teeth that you cost me. ”
“ I’ve lost all of my petals, Stephen. And that’s my problem. ”
“ But I’ve got plenty of thorns left. And that problem is yours. ”
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