Post by AngelicaVaughn on Nov 18, 2017 18:14:03 GMT -5
PAIN & PUNISHMENT
7 years ago
Guardian Angels Parish
Vancouver, BC
It was a rectangular ruler, about an inch in diameter, placed on the ground before an altar. It was burying its way into the flesh right underneath Angelica’s kneecaps, who was forced to kneel on it. A wooden Christ figure smiled down on her from its cross.
The only source of light came from the many lit candles lined up against the walls, their shadows merrily dancing on the ceiling and on Angelica’s face. Her face, however, was by no means merry, as the agonizing pain that shot through her legs caused tears to well up from her eyes. Her mouth locked into a cramped grimace as she tried not to scream. She kept her gaze firmly fixed on the wooden symbol of her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It helped, knowing that whatever agony she was going through right now must be nothing compared to what he went through.
A whip cracked in the background, smacking against the palm of Father George who approached her from behind, overseeing Angelica’s punishment. He stopped next to her, letting the whip crack into his palm a few more times before speaking.
“You know, Angelica, I had such high hopes for you. You’re one of the brightest, fairest and most devout girls I have ever seen in my forty years at this parish. And then you had to go and do that… Not only are you underage, but stealing a bottle of sacramental wine and drinking it inside the broom closet is a serious offense, girl. Taking the Blood of Christ and spilling it in so blasphemous a manner must be punished… severely.”
He crouched next to Angelica, who bit her lower lip. The pain was insufferable. Yes, she had sinned, but surely this torturous agony more than made up for it? She remained silent however, letting Father George do the talking.
“He bled and died for our sins. Not for you to engage in delinquent behavior. It redeems believers from sin and eternal punishment, but not like this. This, girl, will only grant you a one-way ticket to the deepest depths of Hell, along with the rest of the gluttons. Unless you atone. Unless you bleed…”
He rose to his feet and put the palm of his hand on Angelica’s shoulders, before pushing her downwards, causing the ruler to cut even deeper into her legs.
“…bleed, as he bled! Suffer as he suffered! Then, maybe, shall you understand that the Blood of Christ was not spilled for your entertainment and drunken underage debauchery!”
Angelica could feel her skin finally break. Blood trickled from her legs and onto the chapel floor. She wanted to scream, get up and run away (if she even could at this point), but instead she kept her back straight, her mouth shut, and her eyes fixed firmly on Jesus.
“You’re a bad girl, Angelica Vaughn. And bad girls get punished!”
As the whip lashed across her back, she softly shook her head.
“I’m not a bad girl,” she whispered. “I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl!”
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Present Day
False Creek Olympic Village
Vancouver, BC
False Creek Olympic Village
Vancouver, BC
“Hello? Earth to Angie?”
Ashley waved her hand in front of Angelica’s eyes, who snapped out of her daydream, returning her to the here and now. The cold wind was blowing in their face as they walked alongside False Creek, the river that separated Downtown Vancouver from the rest. Being wrestlers whose jobs took them all over the continent and sometimes beyond, Ash and Angelica found themselves back in Vancouver, Angelica’s hometown. It was always a weird feeling for Angie, and even as they walked along the former Olympic Village’s boardwalk, where Angie had played as a child insofar as her parents had allowed it, it didn’t really feel like the home of old anymore. So much had changed. Her job. Her friends. And maybe most of all, herself. Yes, she still loved the city, but she had also come to accept the fact that happiness wasn’t decided by a place, but by the people you surrounded yourself with.
“Are you okay? You’re looking kind of pale. Even more so than usual, I mean.”
Of course, Ashley Williams was one of those people. People that made life worth living. Her former mentor. Her current tag team partner. And one of her best friends in the whole wide world.
“I’m fine. Just thinking back of the olden days.”
“I guess there’s a reason you don’t call them the ‘good old days’ huh? I know you’ve told me bits and pieces about your life here before you became a wrestler, but you never go into much detail.”
“Some memories are… painful,” Angelica replied. They stopped walking for a moment, and looked out across the water. “I used to love coming back to Vancouver. Nostalgia, I guess. Sentiment can be a weird thing. But the more I experience, the more I realize that every memory I’ve made since leaving is so much happier than the ones I have from this place. Meeting you, Michael and Wulf. Being trained, realizing just exactly how much I have to offer the world. Becoming a football player for the HitGirls has been such amazing fun, and I’ve even been doing some modelling on the side. Oh, and a little acting gig coming up, can you believe that? I mean, it’s just a cameo but what I am trying to say is that I’ve met so many wonderful people, and done so many wonderful things, that getting kicked out of the house by my parents was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Ashley smiled. “You’re damn right, kid. Otherwise you never would’ve met me! And look at us now. QoW, ready to take over the wrestling world. We’ve got our biggest challenge to date coming up, missy, so keep those negative thoughts out of your head.”
She put a hand on Angelica’s shoulder. “Although you do know that if you want to talk, I’ll always be here, right?”
Angelica nodded and smiled. “I know. Anyway, let’s take the ferry and go downtown.”
They walked the rest of the boardwalk, and took the first ferry that carried them across False Creek. It didn’t take them long to go from there to Pacific Boulevard and on to the shopping districts. They walked past clothing stores, restaurants, sports equipment stores, bars and organic fruit vendors, until Ashley’s eye fell on a store that seemed to be ignored by almost everyone who passed by. In the hustle and bustle of downtown Vancouver, window shoppers were leering at the products stalled out, yet when they passed this particular store, their gaze automatically averted, as if they were ashamed someone would catch them in the act. Ashley hooked her own arm in Angelica’s and forced her across the street, until they stood in front of the shop. It seemed to almost drown between the two other stores, in spite of the fact most of the products in the window were brightly colored and the embodiment of kitsch.
“Why… are we standing here looking at a sex shop’s products?” Angelica asked. She tugged at Ashley’s arm, as if to demand that they leave instantaneously. But her taggie seemed way too amused.
“Would you look at that. Everything the modern woman needs, right? Fuck pots and pans!”
Ashley smirked as she saw everything from handcuffs, grotesquely formed dildo’s and buttplugs to sexy lingerie. As Angelica tried to avert her eyes, there was one particular item in the stall that caught her attention. A small whip with a thick handle and around five different lashes attached to it, all of them ending in a knot at the end. As soon as it entered her vision, she heard a loud, imaginary crack that rung throughout her skull.
*CRACK*
She instinctively reached for her back, but there was no pain. It was just a reflex. A reminder of times gone by. Ashley didn’t notice though, she was a bit too fascinated by what was inside the window.
“Oh, we gotta go in here, Ange. Just to have a look.”
“Do we HAVE to?”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, kid.” Angelica wanted to explain that her prudishness wasn’t the main cause of her current discomfort, but Ashley had already grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the store. There was a weird smell inside, predominantly rubber or latex, and the music that was playing over the speakers was… troublesome at best, as Angelica picked up some of the lyrics.
‘Smothered in shit like a pig on the ground
Your pussy on a sharp piece of wood called the horse, diggin into your mound
You were stripping for clientele
Now you’re a kidnapped victim in a cell
slippin into sickness whippin you with the cat-o-nine tails
’Your pussy on a sharp piece of wood called the horse, diggin into your mound
You were stripping for clientele
Now you’re a kidnapped victim in a cell
slippin into sickness whippin you with the cat-o-nine tails
“...Ew. Who listens to that, even?”
“I don’t think people come here for the music, Ange. Oh!” Ashley picked up a pink fluffy bra from a rack and held it up in front of her. “Do you think Katie will like this?” she asked, referring to her fiancee Katie Anderson.
“I have no idea. I don’t understand why it has to be fluffy, it seems impractical and, like, way too warm. Your breasts will get all sweaty!”
Ash shook her head and giggled, putting it back where she found it. She noticed Angelica was on edge, and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Relax. You look like a paparazzi is gonna pop up around the corner and put your face on the front of a tabloid with a big vulgar headline slapped to it. THe other customers won’t judge you for being in here, or they wouldn’t be in here to begin with. Now, let’s look around a bit more. I told Katie I’d bring her a shopping present.”
Angelica didn’t elaborate on that last statement, opting to ignore it as best she could. Walking on, they paused in the BDSM section. Fashion dolls clad in skin-tight latex, complete with masks that would put many a luchador to shame. Gags, blindfolds, handcuffs, rope, and yes, whips. Angie tried not to look at them. But the lyrics from the music overhead made it hard not to be completely grossed out regardless.
‘She had a big bag of dildos, handcuffs, whips and chains, clamps, suction toys ball gags the shit was insane
It did intrigue, up til now i thought the bondage was creeper but admit I got a hard on when she begged me master please beat me.’
It did intrigue, up til now i thought the bondage was creeper but admit I got a hard on when she begged me master please beat me.’
“Ew again. I don’t get this whole bondage stuff. It’s weird. It looks like it hurts, why would you want that?”
“Some people love the feeling of submissiveness or dominance. To them, it’s not really painful. Not in the way you would experience it. From what I’ve heard, one half of the BoardWalk Angels is really into this stuff. Her and her wife.”
Yes, Angelica had heard the stories too. Read about it on Twitter in fact. Zoey Madigan in particular seemed to love partaking in these weird carnal pleasures. She respected Zoey as a competitor, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she thought it was extremely weird. To her, it was the indication of a broken mind, a broken personality. Angelica wasn’t the judgmental type, but this kind of stuff she definitely frowned upon.
“Being punished with whips, gagged and tied up… it’s not pleasurable in the least. Do you think that’s why they’re so good, though?”
“What do you mean?” Ash asked, before picking up a whip and playfully cracking it against her own thigh. The sound alone made Angelica flinch, but she tried not to make it too obvious.
“The Boardwalk Angels. Like, Zoey in particular. If she doesn’t mind pain, suffering and misery of the physical kind, could that mean it’s what makes them so good? If you don’t mind pain, but instead get off on it, welcome it and even look forward to it… Along with that comes other stuff like fearlessness, recklessness; to that extent that they become an unstoppable force. I can’t speak for Farrah, but Zoey especially always looks like she fights with nothing held back. It’s probably because she can’t be hurt.”
“Everybody hurts, Ange. Some people just experience it entirely differently. I’m sure they have plenty of problems. Just mentally, I think.”
“Yeah, I guess you do have certain mental issues when you like this stuff.” Angelica didn’t like being this judgmental, but she couldn’t help herself. She had felt the crack of the whip. It had plagued her nightmares for years. Hell, it still did sometimes. People who willingly submitted to it had to have some kind of mental problem. Angelica realized she was far from perfect herself, but this kind of kink was unfathomable.
“But to willingly submit yourself to it… Only bad girls deserve to get punished. Who would ever want to be a bad girl? I certainly don’t. I’m a good girl!”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. Hey, check it out!” Ash grabbed another whip off the rack grabbed it by the handle and stretched out her arm.
“Watch me Whip!”
“Oh Gosh, please don’t!"
But Ash didn’t listen and raised her arm, waving it around to complete the rather silly dance move that had once went viral.
“Now Watch Me Nae-Nae!”
“Stop it!"
Ashley frowned and put the whip back on the shelf. “Sheesh, I thought that’d at least get a smile from you. Are you really feeling that uncomfortable?”
“I just don’t like whips, okay? Or rope. Or gags. Or anything of that kind.”
“Ohhh, bad experiences huh?” Ash said it half-jokingly, obviously referring to a fictional sexual experiment gone wrong as she softly tapped Angelica’s thigh with the whip, but Angelica merely flinched and stuttered.
“Y-yes. K-kinda.”
Ashley finally seemed to catch the fact that Angelica was genuinely upset. “Hey, I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to be insensitive. Let’s get out of here, then. Can’t have you in the wrong set of mind moments before the biggest match of our careers!”
She put her arm around her former student, and they walked out.
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“Call it whatever you want. Luck. Hard work. Destiny. In the end, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we said this was going to happen. And here we are.”
Angelica Vaughn and Ashley Williams, QoW, clad in their black and golden ring gear, stand in front of the camera, with the more experience Ay-Dub letting her former pupil take center stage. The golden maple leaf embroidered on her trunks and the crown emblazoned across her chest sparkle brightly under the light of the overhead spots. Other than them, there is nothing. Only darkness. Only silence. The QoW are everything one could ever need, anyway.
Angelica’s voice is determined. No hiccups, no stumbling, no muttering. Every word is crystal clear, uttered with complete focus and absolute resolve.
“Night of Glory… Never has a name for a Pay Per View been more fitting. For months, Ashley and myself have busted our asses to get here. Months of relentless training, undying determination, and an unshakeable belief that we, the QoW, and nobody else, are the greatest tag team on this planet. A bold claim for sure, and one could easily say that we don’t have the gold to back it up. You know what? They’re right. But at Night of Glory, that all changes.
At Night of Glory, not only will we legitimize ourselves, we will do it in a manner that won’t leave a shadow of a doubt as to who the better team is. And we say that with the utmost respect to our opponents. Zoey Madigan and Farrah Cornett, you two have been on our radar for quite some time now. You know you are, as we have been quite vocal during our chase for those championship titles you have draped over your shoulders or wrapped around your waists. Ever since Ash and myself became a team, we always knew what our end game was: winning tag team gold at an established company against worthy opponents. It wasn’t a surprise, then, when we came to LAW, a federation that has been going strong for many years, and has tag team champions that can boast one of the most impressive records in the business today. You have been our targets since day one. Beating you isn’t just something we want. It’s something we need. We have been fighting too long for this opportunity to let it go to waste now. We can’t let all those months of fighting, scratching and clawing our way to the top be for nothing. I have made many enemies along the way. I have offended Sam Tolson and spat in the face of management just because this upcoming match was all I ever needed and wanted. I forsaked a shot at the Chaos Championship in single’s competition because I wanted to stand side by side with my best friend and challenge the mighty Boardwalk Angels. So you’ll understand then, when I say that there is simply way too much riding on this for us to lose. We can’t. And we won’t.”
Angelica pauses for a while and smiles.
“I know what you’re thinking right now. Something along the lines of ‘your arrogance will cost you. You’re underestimating us.’ But we’re not. Heck, we’ve been extremely respectful to you all so far. You earned as much when you welcomed our challenge, even spurring us on to prove why we deserve to be the ones to face you for the titles. But it’s time to put all of that to the side. It’s time to forget that we’re going to be in the ring with two great athletes we have nothing but respect for. And it’s time to remember that the dawn of the QoW starts right after Night of Glory. We learned from our mistakes. Last time we faced off, you got the better of us. Well, we learned from our mistakes. Studied your tapes. Memorized your tactics. You can no longer surprise us, no longer outwrestle us, no longer overpower us. We’ll be ready all the way, and there is nothing you can throw at the the combo of The Future of Female Wrestling and The Endgame that we won’t be able to handle!
And if watching you guys has taught us one thing, it’s that Zoey in particular has a penchant for punishment. You and your wife are into some weird stuff… no offense! To be honest, it won’t make beating you even easier. Because my greatest weapon, my mandible claw where I stick my hand down your throat and choke you out will probably cause you more pleasure than pain. You’ll probably beg me to keep going, rather than tap out. So yes, we will be forced to change our tactics a little bit. But don’t worry, Zoey. Don’t worry, Farrah. We can be inventive and innovative too. And while we’ve been respectful and often play nice, we realize fully well that to win this match we will have to be particularly nasty and violent, much as I hate that stuff. But if that’s the price of success, we will gladly pay it, and then some. There can be no slip-ups, no second-guessing, no doubt in the back of our mind. This is the greatest opportunity of our lifetime and we fully realize we may never get a do-over, unless we start all over from the back of the line. But like I said, we’ve worked way too hard just to start all over again. We will overcome. We will eclipse you, and cast the Boardwalk Angels back down to Earth. Just like all the others, even the mighty Zoey Madigan and Farrah Cornett will have no choice but to bend the knee in front of the QoW. This is one punishment you WON’T like!”
As both QoW cross their arms, the scene fades out.