Post by Jekyll & Hyde on Jan 13, 2018 12:00:46 GMT -5
Jessika chewed her nails obsessively as she sat in her room watching the video of her last match alongside Mistress Katalina. The two of them had come up short against The Queens of Wrestling, and what was worse, her Mistress had been forced to take the pinfall! As she watched it again, for the hundredth time, her temper boiled and her fingers curled into vicious little claws. She knew that somewhere in this sprawling palace, Katie Klein was either gloating over the fact that she had failed her Mistress, or even worse, she was sowing the seeds of discontent in her Mistress’s ear. It was no secret that Katie hated her, despite the kiss the two of them had shared a few months ago. Katie viewed Jessika as an outsider, despite the mark of favor that their Mistress had given to her.
Jessika absently fingered the collar around her neck. It was a gift from her Mistress, a symbol that said she belonged among the Naughty Girls. All the same, her failure as a tag team partner stood out like a sore thumb. The Naughty Girls were once the class of the tag team division and everyone far and wide knew it. They dominated the rank like no one before them. Mistress and Katie made a potent combination that finally met its end at the hands of a team that went on to prove itself even more potent; The Boardwalk Angels.
No doubt the odds pickers were already stacking the deck against this current version of the Naughty Girls. Jessika had not been a success with Katie and she hadn’t been a success with her Mistress either. That didn’t bode well for the team to get back in the hunt for another run at the Tag Team Titles. As far as Jessika was concerned, a majority of that blame fell on her shoulders. This culture of defeat had not reared its ugly head until her arrival into the fold. Before Jessika came, The Naughty Girls were never the underdogs. Mistress Katalina was never made to look anything other than her perfect self!
Jessika’s blood boiled at the thought that she was the problem. She had been locked away in an institution for years before her twin sister finally came and pulled her out of her solitude and opened her world; but only just a bit. It had been her Mistress that had truly freed her and allowed her to see everything that she had missed from those many years in the sanitarium, with only the bees outside her window to keep her company. Part of her hated the fact that her solitude had been stolen away like that. How much easier it might have been if she were still sitting alone in that cold concrete room with one the dingy mattress and her bees to keep her company. It was a simpler time then, so much easier to think and to simply just be!
Jessika’s dark eyes brightened suddenly. That was it! That was the answer!
Jessika needed to find herself again without giving up so much of what she had found here with her Mistress. She needed the best of both worlds if she was going to find a way to walk in the new world that was presented to her by her kind and loving Mistress. She only needed a very few things…
CRASH
Katie Klein jumped, roused out of her sleep at the ungodly hour of 3:27 am.
CRASH
Her heart jumped as she heard another noise right below her window. She jumped up and ran over to take a look outside, her thin nitey clinging to her toned pale frame as she looked outside. She narrowed her eyes, peering into the darkness.
CRASH
She jumped back as she saw furniture fall from above and smash into the ground below.
Katie: JESSIKA!!!
Katie stormed out of her room and made her way through the halls as many of the other girls were waking up as well, peeking their heads out of their doors. Katie held up her hand to stop them from asking the obvious question.
Katie: Go back to bed. I have this!
Katie came to Jessika’s door and raised her fist to pound on the door…
CRASH
Katie kicked the door open instead, unsure of what state she’d find their resident freak in, giving the fact that she was flinging all of the contents of her room out of the window. She readied herself for anything as she rushed inside the room.
Katie: JESSIKA, WHAT THE HELL?!
Katie came to a sudden stop as she watched Jessika push the last piece of furniture out the window. The girl’s muscular frame strained mightily against the massive armoire that tilted half out the open window that was barely large enough to accommodate it. Katie ran over and grabbed Jessika, spinning her around to face her.
Katie: JESS! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
The sight that greeted her was wholly different than she had ever seen Jessika before. The girl’s eyes were darker than normal and bags hung under them; bags that had come from hours and hours without sleep or rest of any kind. Her black hair clung to her face in twisted tangles that were slick with the sweat of her exertion. Katie held the girl at arm’s length as she looked around the room. It was completely bare now with the exception of her mattress. Nothing else remained, even the wallpaper had been torn from the walls in haphazard fashion, leaving the place to look almost like a prison cell.
Katie turned back to Jess, her fury subsiding somewhat as she shook the girl by her shoulders.
Katie: Jess, what is all of this? What are you doing?
Jessika could only stare back at Katie as a mix of emotions well up inside of her. Part of her wanted to wrap her arms around the girl and hug her fiercely, and another part of her wanted to claw the bitch’s eyes out for pushing her away after she had pledged herself to Mistress Katalina. Instead, she shrugged the Katie’s hands off of her and backed away, shaking her head.
Jessika: I am doing what needs to be done! I have tried my best to fit in and have fun! I have tried so hard to be what Mistress needs me to be, but this is all that I am…this is all that you see!
Katie’s jaw tensed as Jessika broke into rhyme. It was the girl’s ‘thing’ whenever she was addressing the competition, but this wasn’t that. She looked to the door and several of the girls were peeking inside, eyes wide and searching over the devastation. Their mouths all hung open in curious looking ‘O’s’ that made them all look like blowup dolls from Kat Daniel’s Adult Store. Katie walked over and slammed the door shut in their faces, then turned her attention back to Jessika.
Katie: Jess, I…
Jessika was right back at the window, arms straining as she lifted the armoire up and tipped it out the window. As the massive piece of furniture went up and over, it took out half the window frame with a tremendous crash, which sent shards of wood and glass raining down. Katie rushed over, snatching Jessika out of the way at the last possible moment, pushing her against the wall.
CRASH
Katie held Jessika against the wall, her eyes wide and searching for any sign that the tortured girl wasn’t a danger to her or herself.
Katie: JESS! What is this all about? Why are you doing this?
Jessika could only stare back at Katie at first, then she cut her eyes away from that piercing gaze. Those eyes that had always looked at her with such distain. Only once has she remembered Katie looking at her differently, but that moment was fleeting at best.
Jessika: This all comes so easy for you, doesn’t it Katie? To be the cock of the walk, Mistress’s number one lady! You always fit in, everywhere that you go; you’re never called retard, you’re never made out to be slow! That has never been my experience, never once, not ever. I’ve never been called smart, never thought of as clever. I was just the stupid sow that was locked away in a cell. I was left all alone to rot in my own personal hell!
Jessika muscled past Kate and sat on her mattress, which was stripped clean of even the sheets. She put her face into her hands, then slid them over her hair as she gripped them in twin handfuls as she continued on.
Jessika: I tried by best to fit in, I did everything that I could. I pushed away my only sister, I wished she was dead and I never once missed her. Karyn never really loved me, she only brought me here out of guilt. She never showed me kindness, just the life she had built. I was nothing more than a charity case; I wasn’t really her sister, hardly more than a waste of space…
A tear slid down Jessika’s cheek as she looked up at Katie.
Jessika: When Mistress came to me and offered me a better life, I could see she had love to give, not just for her wife. Being a Naught Girl was like a dream come true; I was welcomed with open arms…except by you. I understood it Katie, you thought I was a threat. Just another filthy fuck whore, like that piece of shit Pet. I hoped to change your mind, I wanted you to love me like Mistress; but you’ve only seen me as a threat, like the Grinch come to Christmas.
Jessika looked around the empty room that was now so much like the cell she was once confined in. Strangely, it now seemed more like home than it ever had before. Gone were the bright colors and the trappings of girly décor. There was no individually or illusions of her being anything other than who and what she was…the loner locked away in her ivory tower. She was the outsider that fit in nowhere.
Jessika: If I am to stay here and be part of this team; I’d rather do it as Jessika Hyde, ruthless and mean. I don’t want to fit in anymore, you don’t need to worry about me taking your place. I’m done thinking about being your equal, I’m done trying to fill in your space. This Sunday I have one job, and I plan to make our Mistress smile. I’m going to tear apart the Angels; I’m going to go hog wild!
She cast her eyes back down the floor, covered in glass and broken wood.
Jessika: I don’t care for family, I only care for Mistress Kat…if she asks why I did this, just please tell her that.
Katie listened to Jessika and a part of her went out to the girl. She knew it hadn’t been easy for either of them. She had been threatened with Mistress brought her in like a stray dog. For a time, that was all she saw the girl as. She was a threat to everything, a new toy that was meant to replace her. It had taken some time, but Katie had grown to see that Jessika really only wanted the same thing that she wanted, to serve their Mistress and make her proud. Jessika just had a funny way of going about it.
Katie walked over and plopped down beside her. She thought about putting her arm around the girl to comfort her, but then thought the better of it. It wasn’t that she was afraid of what Jessika might do, so much as what she, herself might do. The last time the two of them had shared a moment, it had ended up in a kiss that she had found exciting and frightening. It was an odd attraction, one that she didn’t understand and probably never would.
Katie: Jess, I admit it. I didn’t want you here. I saw you as someone who was here to take my place. Someone who would destroy all that Mistress and I built together in LAW. It hasn’t been easy with us losing the titles and then losing to the likes of inferior teams, but it’s not because of you. You are a Naughty Girl Jess! As much as me, as much as any of the other girls. You are family…we are family.
Katie stood up and put her hand on Jessika’s shoulder and gave it a pat.
Katie: You don’t have to live apart from the rest of us Jess…I hope you realize that.
Katie waited for a response, but Jessika didn’t move a muscle or speak a word. Katie slowly walked to the door and stood there for a moment, waiting on the girl to say someone or to even look in her direction, but Jessika just sat there as the cold breeze blew in through the shattered window.
Katie: I’ll send someone to fix that window…
Again, no response. Katie sighed and walked out, closing the door behind her as she wondered how she would explain this to her Mistress…
Jessika absently fingered the collar around her neck. It was a gift from her Mistress, a symbol that said she belonged among the Naughty Girls. All the same, her failure as a tag team partner stood out like a sore thumb. The Naughty Girls were once the class of the tag team division and everyone far and wide knew it. They dominated the rank like no one before them. Mistress and Katie made a potent combination that finally met its end at the hands of a team that went on to prove itself even more potent; The Boardwalk Angels.
No doubt the odds pickers were already stacking the deck against this current version of the Naughty Girls. Jessika had not been a success with Katie and she hadn’t been a success with her Mistress either. That didn’t bode well for the team to get back in the hunt for another run at the Tag Team Titles. As far as Jessika was concerned, a majority of that blame fell on her shoulders. This culture of defeat had not reared its ugly head until her arrival into the fold. Before Jessika came, The Naughty Girls were never the underdogs. Mistress Katalina was never made to look anything other than her perfect self!
Jessika’s blood boiled at the thought that she was the problem. She had been locked away in an institution for years before her twin sister finally came and pulled her out of her solitude and opened her world; but only just a bit. It had been her Mistress that had truly freed her and allowed her to see everything that she had missed from those many years in the sanitarium, with only the bees outside her window to keep her company. Part of her hated the fact that her solitude had been stolen away like that. How much easier it might have been if she were still sitting alone in that cold concrete room with one the dingy mattress and her bees to keep her company. It was a simpler time then, so much easier to think and to simply just be!
Jessika’s dark eyes brightened suddenly. That was it! That was the answer!
Jessika needed to find herself again without giving up so much of what she had found here with her Mistress. She needed the best of both worlds if she was going to find a way to walk in the new world that was presented to her by her kind and loving Mistress. She only needed a very few things…
CRASH
Katie Klein jumped, roused out of her sleep at the ungodly hour of 3:27 am.
CRASH
Her heart jumped as she heard another noise right below her window. She jumped up and ran over to take a look outside, her thin nitey clinging to her toned pale frame as she looked outside. She narrowed her eyes, peering into the darkness.
CRASH
She jumped back as she saw furniture fall from above and smash into the ground below.
Katie: JESSIKA!!!
Katie stormed out of her room and made her way through the halls as many of the other girls were waking up as well, peeking their heads out of their doors. Katie held up her hand to stop them from asking the obvious question.
Katie: Go back to bed. I have this!
Katie came to Jessika’s door and raised her fist to pound on the door…
CRASH
Katie kicked the door open instead, unsure of what state she’d find their resident freak in, giving the fact that she was flinging all of the contents of her room out of the window. She readied herself for anything as she rushed inside the room.
Katie: JESSIKA, WHAT THE HELL?!
Katie came to a sudden stop as she watched Jessika push the last piece of furniture out the window. The girl’s muscular frame strained mightily against the massive armoire that tilted half out the open window that was barely large enough to accommodate it. Katie ran over and grabbed Jessika, spinning her around to face her.
Katie: JESS! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
The sight that greeted her was wholly different than she had ever seen Jessika before. The girl’s eyes were darker than normal and bags hung under them; bags that had come from hours and hours without sleep or rest of any kind. Her black hair clung to her face in twisted tangles that were slick with the sweat of her exertion. Katie held the girl at arm’s length as she looked around the room. It was completely bare now with the exception of her mattress. Nothing else remained, even the wallpaper had been torn from the walls in haphazard fashion, leaving the place to look almost like a prison cell.
Katie turned back to Jess, her fury subsiding somewhat as she shook the girl by her shoulders.
Katie: Jess, what is all of this? What are you doing?
Jessika could only stare back at Katie as a mix of emotions well up inside of her. Part of her wanted to wrap her arms around the girl and hug her fiercely, and another part of her wanted to claw the bitch’s eyes out for pushing her away after she had pledged herself to Mistress Katalina. Instead, she shrugged the Katie’s hands off of her and backed away, shaking her head.
Jessika: I am doing what needs to be done! I have tried my best to fit in and have fun! I have tried so hard to be what Mistress needs me to be, but this is all that I am…this is all that you see!
Katie’s jaw tensed as Jessika broke into rhyme. It was the girl’s ‘thing’ whenever she was addressing the competition, but this wasn’t that. She looked to the door and several of the girls were peeking inside, eyes wide and searching over the devastation. Their mouths all hung open in curious looking ‘O’s’ that made them all look like blowup dolls from Kat Daniel’s Adult Store. Katie walked over and slammed the door shut in their faces, then turned her attention back to Jessika.
Katie: Jess, I…
Jessika was right back at the window, arms straining as she lifted the armoire up and tipped it out the window. As the massive piece of furniture went up and over, it took out half the window frame with a tremendous crash, which sent shards of wood and glass raining down. Katie rushed over, snatching Jessika out of the way at the last possible moment, pushing her against the wall.
CRASH
Katie held Jessika against the wall, her eyes wide and searching for any sign that the tortured girl wasn’t a danger to her or herself.
Katie: JESS! What is this all about? Why are you doing this?
Jessika could only stare back at Katie at first, then she cut her eyes away from that piercing gaze. Those eyes that had always looked at her with such distain. Only once has she remembered Katie looking at her differently, but that moment was fleeting at best.
Jessika: This all comes so easy for you, doesn’t it Katie? To be the cock of the walk, Mistress’s number one lady! You always fit in, everywhere that you go; you’re never called retard, you’re never made out to be slow! That has never been my experience, never once, not ever. I’ve never been called smart, never thought of as clever. I was just the stupid sow that was locked away in a cell. I was left all alone to rot in my own personal hell!
Jessika muscled past Kate and sat on her mattress, which was stripped clean of even the sheets. She put her face into her hands, then slid them over her hair as she gripped them in twin handfuls as she continued on.
Jessika: I tried by best to fit in, I did everything that I could. I pushed away my only sister, I wished she was dead and I never once missed her. Karyn never really loved me, she only brought me here out of guilt. She never showed me kindness, just the life she had built. I was nothing more than a charity case; I wasn’t really her sister, hardly more than a waste of space…
A tear slid down Jessika’s cheek as she looked up at Katie.
Jessika: When Mistress came to me and offered me a better life, I could see she had love to give, not just for her wife. Being a Naught Girl was like a dream come true; I was welcomed with open arms…except by you. I understood it Katie, you thought I was a threat. Just another filthy fuck whore, like that piece of shit Pet. I hoped to change your mind, I wanted you to love me like Mistress; but you’ve only seen me as a threat, like the Grinch come to Christmas.
Jessika looked around the empty room that was now so much like the cell she was once confined in. Strangely, it now seemed more like home than it ever had before. Gone were the bright colors and the trappings of girly décor. There was no individually or illusions of her being anything other than who and what she was…the loner locked away in her ivory tower. She was the outsider that fit in nowhere.
Jessika: If I am to stay here and be part of this team; I’d rather do it as Jessika Hyde, ruthless and mean. I don’t want to fit in anymore, you don’t need to worry about me taking your place. I’m done thinking about being your equal, I’m done trying to fill in your space. This Sunday I have one job, and I plan to make our Mistress smile. I’m going to tear apart the Angels; I’m going to go hog wild!
She cast her eyes back down the floor, covered in glass and broken wood.
Jessika: I don’t care for family, I only care for Mistress Kat…if she asks why I did this, just please tell her that.
Katie listened to Jessika and a part of her went out to the girl. She knew it hadn’t been easy for either of them. She had been threatened with Mistress brought her in like a stray dog. For a time, that was all she saw the girl as. She was a threat to everything, a new toy that was meant to replace her. It had taken some time, but Katie had grown to see that Jessika really only wanted the same thing that she wanted, to serve their Mistress and make her proud. Jessika just had a funny way of going about it.
Katie walked over and plopped down beside her. She thought about putting her arm around the girl to comfort her, but then thought the better of it. It wasn’t that she was afraid of what Jessika might do, so much as what she, herself might do. The last time the two of them had shared a moment, it had ended up in a kiss that she had found exciting and frightening. It was an odd attraction, one that she didn’t understand and probably never would.
Katie: Jess, I admit it. I didn’t want you here. I saw you as someone who was here to take my place. Someone who would destroy all that Mistress and I built together in LAW. It hasn’t been easy with us losing the titles and then losing to the likes of inferior teams, but it’s not because of you. You are a Naughty Girl Jess! As much as me, as much as any of the other girls. You are family…we are family.
Katie stood up and put her hand on Jessika’s shoulder and gave it a pat.
Katie: You don’t have to live apart from the rest of us Jess…I hope you realize that.
Katie waited for a response, but Jessika didn’t move a muscle or speak a word. Katie slowly walked to the door and stood there for a moment, waiting on the girl to say someone or to even look in her direction, but Jessika just sat there as the cold breeze blew in through the shattered window.
Katie: I’ll send someone to fix that window…
Again, no response. Katie sighed and walked out, closing the door behind her as she wondered how she would explain this to her Mistress…
I have always been an outsider, never one for group things;
Never been naughty enough, or even an angel with wings!
I’d love to belong to something, to be loved like my Mistress;
A life lived filled with fun, every day just like Christmas!
That’s not my reality, there’s no fairytales written for Jess;
I’ll never have love or win awards, I’ll just forever be a mess!
I'm a girl without a dolly, I'm a whore without a Pimp;
Useless as a gay cock in a ladies room, flaccid and limp!
But maybe I am wrong, maybe I can finally make a mark;
Perhaps I won’t be overlooked, like a face in the dark!
LAW 75 will be the Naughty Girls verses the champs;
What better way to be noticed, to make my first stamp!
Ferocious Farrah and Magical Madigan have been on a tear;
Not only are they on LAW, but they show up everywhere!
It must be good to be the champs, must be great to be on top;
What a wonderful feeling to think it will never ever stop!
But it will come to a stop, the ride will one day be over;
I am not hoping for luck, not holding a four leaf clover!
I’m just the girl who has been waiting and watching you both;
I care not for your reputations or your marital oath!
My job is plain and simple, to seek and destroy;
I won’t play any stupid games or try to be coy!
You two slags happen to have what my Mistress covets most;
So now Washington becomes site of the first Angel roast!
I am tired of holding back, tired of trying to be the one who fits in;
I am tired of being the one that costs my team win after win!
Mistress Kat is better than that, she is the Queen Bee;
That’s why we will beat you in LAW, just wait, watch, and see!
I hope that you both take us for granted, both look past the threat;
Think about Rose City and more titles you hope to get!
Forget all about LAW and the girls who are hungry for your titles;
It will make it more fun when I attack and tear out your eyeballs!
I know that Mistress Kat won’t want me to harm Zahara,
But there is no sacrifice without the risk of horror!
You are not my wife, and I care not for your love;
I’ll skin you alive, and make you my new Zoey skin rug!
Mistress will probably punish me for calling you by name;
But it will be worth it after I leave you broken and lame!
I truly hope that you are magical, you will need to be when I’m done;
I’m going to stomp on your spine and break it just for fun!
Farrah I haven’t forgot you dear, I was just warming up;
Going to stomp on your chest and turn you into an A-cup!
They call you Ferocious but there’s none more so than me;
On Sunday you’ll find out in the U.S. capital of D.C.!
Mama Red is what they call you, but no mother do I need;
I don't need to be taught manners, I just live for greed!
You have what I desire, you have what I will claim;
Call yourself Ferocious, but you'll soon be quite tame!
Puffing out your chests as you all claim that you fly;
I'm sorry to have to tell you, but the Bible is a lie!
None of you bitches are angels, none of you divine;
I'll rip off your heads and drink your blood like wine!
The Boardwalk bitches have had it far too nice;
Thinking they are cats in a field of nothing but mice!
Well look here pussies, there is something more to fear;
You'll know the end is coming from the buzzing you hear!
The Naughty Girls are coming to claim what is theirs;
Hold on tight to our titles and say lots of prayers!
No, the Lord won’t save you because you got on your knees;
It will just make it easier for me and my bees!
I’m coming for you. I’m coming for all of you!
Never been naughty enough, or even an angel with wings!
I’d love to belong to something, to be loved like my Mistress;
A life lived filled with fun, every day just like Christmas!
That’s not my reality, there’s no fairytales written for Jess;
I’ll never have love or win awards, I’ll just forever be a mess!
I'm a girl without a dolly, I'm a whore without a Pimp;
Useless as a gay cock in a ladies room, flaccid and limp!
But maybe I am wrong, maybe I can finally make a mark;
Perhaps I won’t be overlooked, like a face in the dark!
LAW 75 will be the Naughty Girls verses the champs;
What better way to be noticed, to make my first stamp!
Ferocious Farrah and Magical Madigan have been on a tear;
Not only are they on LAW, but they show up everywhere!
It must be good to be the champs, must be great to be on top;
What a wonderful feeling to think it will never ever stop!
But it will come to a stop, the ride will one day be over;
I am not hoping for luck, not holding a four leaf clover!
I’m just the girl who has been waiting and watching you both;
I care not for your reputations or your marital oath!
My job is plain and simple, to seek and destroy;
I won’t play any stupid games or try to be coy!
You two slags happen to have what my Mistress covets most;
So now Washington becomes site of the first Angel roast!
I am tired of holding back, tired of trying to be the one who fits in;
I am tired of being the one that costs my team win after win!
Mistress Kat is better than that, she is the Queen Bee;
That’s why we will beat you in LAW, just wait, watch, and see!
I hope that you both take us for granted, both look past the threat;
Think about Rose City and more titles you hope to get!
Forget all about LAW and the girls who are hungry for your titles;
It will make it more fun when I attack and tear out your eyeballs!
I know that Mistress Kat won’t want me to harm Zahara,
But there is no sacrifice without the risk of horror!
You are not my wife, and I care not for your love;
I’ll skin you alive, and make you my new Zoey skin rug!
Mistress will probably punish me for calling you by name;
But it will be worth it after I leave you broken and lame!
I truly hope that you are magical, you will need to be when I’m done;
I’m going to stomp on your spine and break it just for fun!
Farrah I haven’t forgot you dear, I was just warming up;
Going to stomp on your chest and turn you into an A-cup!
They call you Ferocious but there’s none more so than me;
On Sunday you’ll find out in the U.S. capital of D.C.!
Mama Red is what they call you, but no mother do I need;
I don't need to be taught manners, I just live for greed!
You have what I desire, you have what I will claim;
Call yourself Ferocious, but you'll soon be quite tame!
Puffing out your chests as you all claim that you fly;
I'm sorry to have to tell you, but the Bible is a lie!
None of you bitches are angels, none of you divine;
I'll rip off your heads and drink your blood like wine!
The Boardwalk bitches have had it far too nice;
Thinking they are cats in a field of nothing but mice!
Well look here pussies, there is something more to fear;
You'll know the end is coming from the buzzing you hear!
The Naughty Girls are coming to claim what is theirs;
Hold on tight to our titles and say lots of prayers!
No, the Lord won’t save you because you got on your knees;
It will just make it easier for me and my bees!
I’m coming for you. I’m coming for all of you!