Post by Boardwalk Angels on Nov 18, 2017 9:31:32 GMT -5
”Sometimes… there aren’t any words. Most people know at this point that I’ve been seeing Dr. Shields for several months now and the most recent session, which took place last Friday, caused things to take a turn. I freely admit that I torture myself with memories and replays of past mistakes and shortcomings. Into that particular bargain I also run myself into the ground a lot of the time with constant wrestling and stage engagements as well as taking care of my family, at home and otherwise, brushing off every well-meaning concern pertaining to my health, in all forms, and my stress levels. I live my life for others, to put it bluntly. And according to the good doctor, that has begun to catch up with me to the point where he thinks my… mental passenger… is likely a warning sign of DID. Just the news I needed on my shoulders and mind heading into a title defense against the Queens of Wrestling in less than two weeks…”
* November 11th, 2017, past midnight *
* The Madigan-Star Residence *
* Malibu, CA *
Future in a Bottle
The kitchen is very dimly lit; only the crystalline lighting fixture over the dining room table offers any illumination and the dimmer has been turned to just a few breaths above ‘off’ level. The shadows are long and the environment is silent. A silence that surrounds Zoey Madigan-Star but does not reach her. Perhaps a strange description, but one that is appropriate. The Boardwalk Angel, one-half of the LAW World Tag Team Champions, sits upon a dining room chair, staring at an orange plastic container positioned in the center of the table like a minimalist centerpiece. She has one leg, clothed in purple plaid flannel, hugged to her chest tightly by a pair of bare arms… arms that have seen some considerable gym time lately, apparently. As for the rest of her, a black cami-style top covers what needs to be covered and the Sorcerous Angel’s dark hair is wrapped into a messy braid. Her golden eyes, one lighter than the other, stare at that pill bottle as though she intends to vaporize it through sheer force of will.
Except that obviously isn’t happening. She’s magical but not THAT magical.
It was said earlier, however, that the silence wasn’t reaching her… and the reason for such soon becomes clear. The colors become subdued and, from behind the woman’s head walks the manifestation called Black Sorcery. She traipses along Zoey’s mostly-bare shoulder, standing there and leaning upon the magician’s head with one hand, staring at her fingernails in the most blase of poses. At the revelation of her presence, the magician’s face tenses but Black Sorcery pays this no mind. Her fingers do start tapping, though, causing Zoey to swat at her as though she were an annoying insect. Gone in a puff of smoke, Black Sorcery reappears on the table, walking toward the pill bottle with an amused expression.
”A treat from the good doctor, huh? Remember how you thought it would be so cool to have people call you that? Doctor, I mean? Eh, I suppose that could still happen. You know, if you don’t run yourself into the ground in the next several years...”
Her tone is mocking, though Zoey does not react to it. Rolling her eyes, Black Sorcery walk over to the bottle and makes a show of bending over and reading the label. Her brows go up in genuine surprise.
”Wow… Thorazine, huh? Talk about going to the top of the list.”
Peering over her shoulder, the manifestation smirks, then looks back at the bottle again.
”Do you want me gone that badly?”
Zoey, her expression drawing ever tighter, whispers through clenched teeth revealed as her lips draw back in a less-than-flattering grimace.
”Shut up.”
Licking black-painted lips, Black Sorcery grins up at Zoey.
”Make me.”
Lashing out swiftly, Zoey swings at the pint-sized form of her dark side but, as before, Black Sorcery becomes as smoke and reappears once Zoey has reared back. Her expression has soured by this point, however. She’s no longer amused.
”That’s it? That’s all I get? You take a swing at me like I’m a mosquito or something? That’s supposed to convince me to go away?”
”Shut… up!”
Zoey’s hand steals forth again. Black Sorcery snaps her fingers and an apparition wafts into existence behind her. The magician senses the presence before she sees it, her raised right arm stopping mid-swing, trembling.
”Sweetheart, you need to do what’s best for you…”
The ghostly form takes shape as Zoey’s mother, speaking in a wavering yet clear voice.
”Take the medicine. Give yourself some peace.”
”Mama…”
And just like that the apparition is gone. However, it is quickly replaced before Zoey can properly react to it’s sudden departure.
”I know you don’t like this sort of thing, Zee. I don’t either.”
The magician’s head whips around, seeing the smoky visage of Jimmy Makowski, her long-time agent and manager.
”But think of it like this: you’re doing what’s right for those you care about by doing what’s right for you. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”
”I… I…”
Jimmy departs as swiftly as her mother did, leaving Zoey a little more discombobulated than before. Black Sorcery, now seated atop the pill bottle as though it were some sort of bar stool, watches in silence as another see-through caricature appears behind Zoey…
”As if there’s a choice here. Come on, featherfoot… you shouldn’t need someone telling you what’s right in a situation like this!”
Ah, but that voice… that one more than any other… is the one that makes Zoey react. Swallowing the nectarine-sized lump in her throat, Zoey turns in her chair to see her late brother Drake standing behind her. And just like almost every picture of him she treasures to this day, he has that charming, death-defying smile on his youthful features.
”W-What… are you doing here?”
”Keeping an eye on my smaller, better half. Like usual. Come on, Zee… I hate seeing you like this. Everyone else does, too. They want their sweet, smiling, spell-tossing Zoey back in their lives. And those are the way to make that happen. You know this.”
Turning, with great reluctance, from her brother toward the pills, a spot that Black Sorcery has since vacated, Zoey reaches out hesitatingly. Stopping mid-reach, she turns toward Drake with her lips parted to ask a question… only to find out that he’s gone. When she returns her attention, with tears starting to well, toward that bottle, she finds herself within an inch of her dark side once again. The two stare at one another for several moments before a very uncomfortable silence is broken.
”Like he said, Zoey…”
The manifestation says in a calm, controlled voice.
”...you know what’s right.”
”How DARE you?!”
This time, Zoey gets hold of Black Sorcery, grabbing her in both hands and holding her up to eye level, her size comparable to that of an action figure in the Sorcerous Angel’s hands. The manifestation does not resist, staring right back at her physical counterpart.
”WHO are YOU to use them against me?!”
”I’m you, stupid.”
”You are NOT me!”
”What, do you think I made them show up to try and trick you? Yes, because that makes SO much sense. I obviously WANT you to start popping these pills on the regular so that I can go back to being locked in your brain screaming at my own reflection for company. Bra-vo, sunshine. You cracked the code.”
The tremors reach a point where they’re going off full-body. Zoey’s grip tightens on a now-silent, impassive Black Sorcery. Finally, with a shriek of anger and frustration, Zoey hurls the manifestation at the wall full-force. Except… Black Sorcery stops her inertia with ease, floating over toward the shaking and sobbing magician almost languidly.
”Once you’ve pushed through all the delusions… I’m still going to be here. When you finally discover the truth… I’ll be here for that, too. Face it, Zoey. You and I? We’re forever. Save yourself the heartache and bet on black.”
”I hate you…”
”No…”
Black Sorcery starts to fade out…
”...you hate YOU.”
...and finally does so fully with those words lingering in the air. Zoey, her palms pressed against the table’s surface, believes herself alone. Thus, when the hand comes to rest on her shoulder, she very nearly jumps out of her skin, whirling around to see Katalina standing there in her robe, showing a distinct amount of concern… enough that she understands the lashing out as an example of shock, not violence.
”Love, what’s wrong? I wake up to find you out of bed, then I hear screaming out here… I had to calm Makayla down because you woke her up.”
Reproving in tone, Katalina pauses when she sees the bottle on the table. She shoots Zoey a look, a brow raised questioningly. This, Zoey knows, is a look not often sent her way and that it means serious business when used. The most rowdy of Katalina’s clients often see this look before she rains hell on them, whether they asked for it or just deserved it.
”My… prescription. From Dr. Shields.”
Katalina picks up the bottle and reads it closely. She looks from it to Zoey and back again. Without a word, she walks away from her wife and goes to the sink. Taking down a mug, she fills it with cold water and shakes one of the pills into her palm. Bringing both back to Zoey, she holds them out without a word. When Zoey hesitates, Katalina does not bother to mask her consternation through firm words.
”Now, love. You take this, then you come to bed. And you don’t get up until I tell you that it is time. Understood?”
So often of late it is Zoey that wields the power between the two, something that is a willing situation on both sides. But Katalina, her sense of strength and control coupled with her love and affection for her wife, has flipped that paradigm unquestionably for this evening. Zoey accepts the pill and water, taking them as directed and putting the mug down on the table. Katalina, allowing the faintest smile to touch her lips, takes Zoey by the wrist and pulls her toward the hallway and out of sight.
”One week into the Thorazine and aside from strange dreams, the odd hallucination and even less sleep than usual… I actually feel a little better. Well, better isn’t the right word. Stable is a bit more suitable. No late-night screaming matches with myself since, which is good for everyone else in the house. But I don’t delude myself into thinking that the worst is over. No, far smarter to take advantage of the lull in the darkness and tend to matters that need it most: preparing for the holidays, training my tail off for the upcoming match with the Queens of Wrestling and spending time with the people who make my life brighter. Taking a full day off of from everything to roll into the City of Angels for some hardcore shopping hardly sounds like proper preparation for a big title defense, but getting my heart and soul right counts for a lot. Plus… it’s the City of Angels. Come on, now.”
* November 17th, 2017, afternoon *
* The Grove *
* Los Angeles, CA *
A Few Steps Closer...
The clips come off montage-style, starting with showing Zoey, Katalina Star, Amanda and Rose Cortez and Emelie Sanclemente all getting into Zoey’s purple truck and leaving the homestead, getting on the Pacific Coast Highway for the hour-long drive to Los Angeles. Upon arriving at The Grove they’re quickly beset by Zoey’s fellow Angels, Stacy and Crystal, their paramours Jennifer Lawson and Seleana Zdunich, and Stacy’s children Nick and Chelsea. The little ones, in particular, are quick to launch themselves at Zoey, who crouches down to hug them both at once when they come running over. Thankfully for them, Katalina had allowed Rose and Amanda to change into more presentable attire before their arrival. One cannot go corrupting the youth, after all, and all are well aware of the Naughty Girl’s tendencies. Embraces and greetings are exchanged all around and introductions are made, though we watch this in silence for the moment. Zoey’s voice cuts in over the scene, speaking calmly… perhaps TOO calmly despite her admissions of increased stability.
”I need to have times like this more often. Time spent around people who care, people who have made a difference in my life and continue to do so. Stacy has been my friend ever since I first got into wrestling, while Crystal and Seleana have become good ones over the last several months. Jennifer is right up there with Stacy and their children always put a smile on my face. Amanda and Rose may not be everyone’s cup of tea but they’ve taught me a bit about being more comfortable in my own skin and upfront about who I am and what I want. And Katalina… well, she’s my first and only. Falling asleep at her side and waking up to her smile is often the highlight of every day. I love her more than words. I don’t think I express that nearly enough.”
Cutting a bit further ahead, Stacy, Crystal and Zoey are on their own in one of the designer shops in the midst of the Grove. Each woman already has a few shopping bags in their hands, though they’re hardly slowing the trio down. Zoey, at a rack on her own, lets out a low whistle as she takes an ankle-length leather jacket off the rack and holds it up with a look of awe. That whistle draws the attention of Stacy and Crystal, each acquiring eager expressions of their own on first glance.
”Ooooh! That’s a nice one, Zee! You’d look dangerous in that!”
The Unbreakable Angel walks up, running her fingertips along the material while Crystal does so from the other side while commenting.
”Girl’s already dangerous, Stacy! Seriously, though; that’s a hot piece, Zoey. You gonna get it?”
Checking the price tag has Zoey gnawing on her lower lip, but those two-tone eyes are still sparkling, albeit with a fair dose of mischievousness.
”Oh, you’d best believe that! But not for me!”
”Who, then?!”
”For our resident hardhead, of course! Come on, now: this might look good on any of us but on Farrah? It’d be perfect!”
Murmurs of agreement sound off among all three, leading Zoey to drape the garment over her arm and continue on. At that moment, Seleana comes up to Crystal, excited and eager, tugging on her arm a bit and leaning up to whisper in her ear. Smiling broadly, Crystal nods and the lovely blonde turns and sprints off the way she came, leading Zoey and Stacy to look at Crystal questioningly.
”She… um… has an… ‘idea’ for tonight, she said. I told her to go for it.”
Exchanging glances, Zoey and Stacy grin, leaving Crystal curious.
”What?”
”Translation: she found something super-hot and she’s gonna use it to turn you into a puddle later!”
”Oh, whatever!”
”Stace is right, Crys. I know that look. I’ve given it to Katalina many times and she’s given it back. You’re in for it tonight. Best be prepared.”
Hiltion, the Iron Angel, blushes and that draws giggles from Stacy and Zoey just before the latter’s voice cuts in again via voice-over.
”The match is always at the forefront of my mind, though. It has been since it was announced over a week ago. I know how this must look to you, Ashley and Angelica. Mere days ago I was openly questioning your focus on our match and now here I am, out shopping and doing girl stuff with my besties. But like I said earlier, this IS preparation for me. I’m working out every day, doing the same taxing regimen that keeps me in impeccable shape and my spare moments are spent watching your matches with notepads and action figures at the ready as I put down strategies for myself and Farrah to hone and perfect. But even in what could be considered down time, my mind is on the match. My friends, my family, my wife… their presence soothes me, calming the darkness within. Trust me, Queens of Wrestling: you want this as much as I do. The last thing either of you want or need is to experience the side of me that ripped open the Dynasty during our last title defense. Though, to be fair, the side of me that defeated the near-unstoppable Sarah Lacklan and Kenzi Grey might actually be worse for you. Do you want to know the harshest truth of all, though?”
Said truth, however, isn’t immediately revealed. The scene cuts from the three Angels and moves forward yet again. This time, the group is together again and partaking of lunch at the Mendocino Farms Restaurant within The Grove. The eleven are all seated comfortably at adjacent tables, with Jennifer, Emelie and the kids taking up one, the Angels and Seleana taking up another and Katalina and the Cortezs at a third, making conversation easier to carry on. In the midst of it all, Katalina draws Zoey’s attention, taking her hand and squeezing it. Nothing is said, but nothing needs saying. The look they share says plenty in terms of Zoey’s calm smile and Katalina’s searching eyes and, in turn, her smile to match that of her wife. She’s soon back to Rose and Amanda, her animated explanation of something we’re not privy to having both women shifting in their seats a bit.
Zoey, as is so often the case in big groups, is quiet for the most part. She sips her tea and speaks when engaged, but mostly focuses on the sandwich before her. Stacy, the one woman at the tables who knows Zoey on nearly the same level as Katalina, leans in to address her friend.
”Penny for your thoughts?”
”Mm? Oh, I’m just considering the match at Night of Glory.”
”You too, huh?”
”There’s more riding on this than just our championships. Beating the Queens of Wrestling means that we’re all but guaranteed to break the record that the Naughty Girls set before we defeated them.”
Zoey glances over her shoulder, her tone having quieted a little bit as she spoke the last sentence, hoping that it didn’t draw Katalina’s attention. Seeing that the Domina was still engaging the Cortez ladies excellently, the Sorcerous Angel breathed an inward sigh of relief, turning back to Stacy.
”It isn’t for a title, but I’m certainly getting geared up for Sam Tolson. She’s so very good. If I can beat her, I’m certain I’ll be in line for a title match down the road.”
”She’s tough, but you have a shot, Stacy. Just remember what we talked about: living up to the words you speak and the attitude that you live by. That’s gotten you this far. Don’t stop now.”
Stacy nods and smiles. Zoey is about to expand on her encouragement of her friend when, simultaneously, the cellphones of all three Angels go off in tandem, leading to an odd mix of tones and themes. Crystal, Stacy and Zoey exchange glances briefly, then look to the others, and finally take their devices out to check the messages. Stacy’s reaction is one of shock, her hand going to her parted lips. Crystal, meanwhile, grins and nudges Seleana, showing her and drawing a squee from the lovely blonde. Zoey’s reaction is more subdued but no less pleasant; she leans back in her chair a little, nodding and smiling in satisfaction. She shows the message to Katalina, who likewise looks pleased. In this quiet moment as the news is spread, Zoey speaks over the scene a final time.
”I’m coming into Night of Glory IV beyond both those levels. The confidence that came from defeating Team Kickass clean and clear in the middle of the ring, of our undefeated streak continuing as it has for most of the past year as we head into this next title defense… has me feeling stronger than ever. Better than ever. You roll with Sarah and Kenzi, ladies, and thus you know just how good they are and how far the breadth of their success spreads not only through LAW but through several other companies and ventures. The unstoppable force that is the Boardwalk Angels came up against the immovable object that was Team Kickass. And we did not surrender. No, we sundered. Now our sights are upon you two and the golden road you’re standing in the middle of as we march toward making history. The Queens will bow to the Heavenly Host at Night of Glory. Know this.”
Back at the tables, the news has spread to all sides. It is Zoey who speaks up first at the revelation.
”Guess we have a main event for our Fan Event before Night of Glory now eh? You realize, though, that Farrah’s going to pound the daylights out of C-Note and D-Block when she gets her hands on them.”
”Aw, they’ll take that with a grin!”
”Yep! I can’t imagine how excited she must be right now!”
”I can! After putting that dream on hold for so long? She’s gotta be over the moon with that and James coming back and everything else! You realize, of course, that we’ll have to get things proper double-time now, right?”
”Works for us! But the day is young, ladies! There’s shopping to do!”
Even Nick and Chelsea like the sound of that, with many a glass of cold beverage tapping together over the tape and several more drops spilling out from the enthusiasm. At this point, the feed cuts to black briefly.
* November 18th, 2017, late-morning *
* The Dungeon, Kat’s Me-Wow Club *
* Malibu, CA *
Through Storms and Strife
In the morning following Zoey’s massive shopping sojourn, she’s found in her wife’s club located within The Dungeon. Lately, Katalina has been on a massive renovation kick, wanting to give her vaunted Dungeon a bit of a makeover to attract folks for more than a taste of the dark side of erotica, and the Kat’s Me-Wow is the first such alteration. It is, in fact, the very place where their Halloween party took place. At this off-hours moment, however, it is being repurposed for a different holiday altogether. A stationary camera has an excellent shot of the bulk of the main room and in the background, somewhere just out of sight, we hear two sounds.
The first is soft singing in Italian, which is no doubt Zoey herself. The second is breathing that’s a little on the heavy side, altering between deep gulps of air and rapid,evasive gasps… but it’s hard to tell from just this who is making the sounds. A few moments later, Zoey comes into view from the doors leading into the kitchen, a large cardboard box in her arms which she takes to the bar and sets down quite carefully. Torn, faded blue jeans cover her legs, a layer of purple fishnets beneath, ending in flat-soled leather boots. On top, a loose purple tank top covers the rest, though once glance at the magician’s arms shows that her claims of working out harder than usual lately is dead-on. Her black hair, pulled back by a simple purple sash, has a half-messy look that is rather appealing on the young lady. She’s aware of the camera being on and recording, turning in that direction as she opens the box and offering a small, yet genuine smile.
”Welcome, your highnesses... “
She starts, offering a wink.
”...welcome to your golden opportunity, to your first attempt toward reaching your dream of becoming LAW World Tag Team Champions. Welcome to what you have lusted after, fought for and put head to pillow dreaming of for every night since you first inked your LAW contract. It was a long road for you two, not just in comparison to Farrah and I but in general. Lots of hiccups and bumps in that road, some of your own making, some due to unforeseen circumstance. But what’s important is that you’re here now. I do apologize if that comes off sounding condescending; that’s not my intention. Honesty just isn’t something I’m willing to compromise for anyone or anything.”
As she speaks, she gathers from the box stacks of dishes all carefully wrapped in old newspaper, stacking them neatly on the bar until the container is empty. Though there’s lighting within the club, there’s a certain flickering going on that’s only noticeable via the shadows dancing a bit on the walls. Zoey, for a moment, looks away from the camera as another soft gasp emits from elsewhere in the room.
And she smiles… a sweet, yet wicked, smile. And without explanation she’s back on point.
”Like I said a little while ago, ladies: the Queens will bow to the Angels at Night of Glory.”
Ah… so it seems that that voice-over came from here, then. We sense Farrah’s skilled hand with video editing in this!
”At the biggest event on the LAW calendar, where the best push themselves to another level with the intent of the aforementioned glory in front of the world, the Boardwalk Angels will continue their golden run. Defeating you not only keeps the gold around our waists, but it pushes us closer to truly setting the bar for tag team wrestling in LAW by becoming the longest-reigning champions in the company’s history. There’s still a ways to go and many challenges to overcome, but at this point? None would bet against us.
I’ll admit something to you both: when we saw the lineup for LAW #71, Farrah and I experienced a considerable level of concern. We had tangled with Kenzi Grey before, but she was on another level at this point. And Sarah Lacklan, well… being absolutely clear? I can still feel her even at this moment. A lot of people build themselves up with tweets and big-talk in interviews. Sarah, however, backs up her words. She’s every bit as good as she says she is, and after facing her at LAW #71, she has without a doubt made it onto my list of toughest opponents ever… right up there with Constance Chapin, the only woman to ever beat me one-on-one in the ring.
And Sarah, if you’re watching this? Get well soon. The Angels wish you a quick and full recovery so you can get back into the ring doing what you do best.”
”Yes, love… what she said.”
Katalina Star, speaking from off-camera to mirror her wife’s sentiment, draws Zoey’s attention. The magician smiles lovingly but still has that bit of wickedness from before as she turns in the Domina’s direction.
”Stop wiggling, kitten. We don’t want an accident.”
”Easy for you to say, darling…”
We are still not privy to Kat’s situation and, well, from the sound of things that is probably for the best. Zoey returns her attention to the camera and her message to the Queens of Wrestling as she continues unwrapping the plates and other dishes.
”That match was the toughest one the Angels have had to date in LAW. Kenzi and Sarah, your Cool Kids cohorts, beat on us from pillar to post. It took a little illusionary manipulation on my part, in fact, to snatch hold of Sarah and bring her down with Seeing Stars for the win. I looked, and felt, down and out when she was looming over me near the end. But I had one last burst left in me and it was enough to send her to dreamland instead of Lacklanland. The parts of that battle and our brief history that should matter most to you are threefold, ladies, and go a little like this:
Firstly, in beating Sarah and Kenzi, we ended their undefeated streak as a tag team. The two brightest and best of the Cool Kids stepped up to face the best team in LAW and couldn’t quite get it done. They didn’t exactly go the way of the Dynasty or Guilty Pleasure, mind you, but just like the rest they earned another notch in the L column.
Secondly, that win means that we’ve earned wins against the bulk of your group with Milisandre Crowthorne being the only hold-out thus far unless the ranks have expanded since last we checked. That includes yourselves and Roxy as well, ladies. We are fully aware that beating a team once does not immediately guarantee further victories in the future. Unless, of course, you’re talking about beating the Dynasty...”
”That’s not very nice you know.”
Yeah, Zoey slipped a teensy bit of snark into that last comment. Considering the Angels’ trio of wins over the Winters sisters and the faint scar that still mars the magician’s forehead, though, most would consider her entitled to a bit of snap. Looking toward Katalina, Zoey walks out from behind the bar and over to where the Naughty Girl is, the camera not following her motions.
”And thirdly, Queens?”
”Now… I was only teasing, love. You don’t have to-”
There’s nothing to be heard without superhuman senses. Whatever Zoey is doing is a mystery. What isn’t in question is Katalina’s own trepidation. She squeaks in surprise, then gasps as though stung by something, her breathing having a shuddering-like sound for a bit after Zoey returns to sight and returns to the bar, finishing her task and removing the box before lifting another into its place.
”LAW #69.”
”Mmh… not fair, love. I was behaving.”
Her two-tone eyes shift toward Katalina for a moment but return to the camera in short order while she starts tending to a tray full of silverware, wrapping them in napkins. After this much effort, it would appear that the Sorcerous Angel is repurposing the club for a big Thanksgiving dinner.
”The night when you got your first taste of holy wrath in the form of the Boardwalk Angels. You impressed us that night with your grit and determination, ladies, but the divide between impressing us and defeating us is vast. You impressed Lucas Dupree as well, and the proof is in the battle happening at Night of Glory IV. I’m certain part of that came from you taking down the Sugay Sisters at LAW #70 and also earning a win over Prime Addiction at LAW #71. Some might still say that you’re getting your shot too soon, though. Those people are wondering when the Naughty Girls are going to get a rematch, or are otherwise clamoring for Team Kickass to get a go at the belts after their first match against us.
But don’t let that kind of talk distract you, Queens. They said the same things about us in the beginning. And look at us now.”
Each set of silverware, neatly and skillfully wrapped in cloth napkins, put aside for the big dinner less than a week away. Smart money said that there was a loaded kitchen behind those double-doors, just waiting for Zoey’s skill hand (and a few folks to help) to make it all into a feast. But the Angel’s focus is not on food, friends or family.
”I’m not going to sit back and act as if you two don’t have a chance against us. That would be both insulting and unfair. And in having faced us before, I’m certain the two of you are already working out a plan, perhaps shifting the focus of your training to compensate for what led to defeat last time. If so, I think that’s wonderful. That’s what a good tag team does. That’s how champions stay champions. Another hallmark of a great team? Dedication to the team. Angelica and Ashley, you’ve had hiccups in your path here, too, but it has never become something that drives a wedge between the two of you. In this world where people will say or do anything for attention, where the me-first mentality is at plague levels, the Queens of Wrestling have a bond that seems as though it will never be broken. That’s part of why Farrah and I truly believe that one day you two will be LAW World Tag Team Champions.
That day will not be November 26th. It will not be Night of Glory IV. One day, though, Queens. And when that day comes, the same arduous yet rewarding task that the Boardwalk Angels have shouldered for the last 258 days: the task of being the best tag team around. You have that potential and when it happens, know that we will be cheering you on loudly and honestly.”
”You know… it really isn’t so bad…”
Zoey, as she turns from the bar to gather a large, heavy-duty plastic rack from another shelf, responds to Katalina. Setting said rack on the counter, she starts putting polished glasses within it.
”Thank Claire for that, kitten. Those are the low melting point variety.”
”Yes, ma’am.”
Kind of a clue, kind of not. Thankfully, we are not given much time to dwell on what, exactly, Katalina and Zoey are bantering about.
”We’re simply on another level, my friends. That statement is not intended to denigrate either of you. Again, I want the thrust of my remarks clear: it is a statement of fact, not an insult. You already have our respect for multiple reasons and, into the bargain, our friendship. But none of that is going to come into play at Night of Glory. Friendship gets left in the locker room and respect only stretches far enough to eliminate the thought of fighting dirty against you two. That, though, should probably be worth a big breath of relief for you, ladies. Queen of the Ring was a perfect example of what happens when the Angels go from heavenly warriors to avenging berserkers.”
Reflexively, Zoey reaches up and traces a fingertip along the faint scar. She does not scowl, but rather smiles slightly… as though the memory is a fond one. Her reverie is broken by Katalina, though.
”Love… it’s time.”
Blinking, Zoey comes out of her brief moment of remembrance and takes a familiar bottle out of her pocket. Shaking out a single tablet, she takes it with a gulp of water from a nearby bottle, swallowing with a slow exhale.
”Thank you.”
The Thorazine, no doubt. But so long as it keeps Black Sorcery from being a problem...
”We want you to hold on to that hope, though. We want you coming into Night of Glory IV fully determined to put the first loss on our record and to take our championships, Queens. Yes, we say something similar to every opponent we face, but it’s true. Your best is what we demand, and we will have it even if we have to twist it out of you one squeal at a time. Getting the best from our opponents makes us better and every match is another learning experience. The closer that Farrah and I come to defeat, the more effective we become in the ring ourselves. As a little nod to our friends, the Uncanny Socialites, think of it as a Zenkai from Dragonball Z: the harder the beating, the stronger we become as a result. We’re practically Saiyans… y’know, without the spiky blond hair, glowing and yelling all the time...”
”Wearing that nerd flag rather proudly aren’t you, love?”
”Yes, I am. I also have some regular candles back here if you’d like me to switch yours out?”
A squeak and a gasp come from Katalina’s part of the room and Zoey grins with a wink toward her wife.
”Good girl.”
”Meanie…”
Still chuckling over her somewhat-obscure anime reference, Zoey gradually gets back to a more serious tone and temperament.
”But all humor aside, Queens, you need to be aware and in understanding of everything that I have said. If you chalk it up to arrogance that will be a crucial mistake. If you blow it off thinking that at this early stage you can overcome anything we throw at you… see above response. That faint hope that exists where it concerns you taking our titles? It can’t weather mistakes. It can’t compensate for even the slightest of miscues. To become the LAW World Tag Team Champions, you will have to be better than perfect. Not because the Boardwalk Angels are perfect but because, again, you’re not on our level yet. There's exceeding expectations and then there's counting on miracles. A heady dose of both is all that will avail you against us.
You haven’t shed the blood that we have and you haven’t suffered through the wars that we’ve fought. Watching and studying the moments in question will only teach you so much. Any wrestling trainer worth their salt will tell you that nothing gets you ready for being in the ring more than being in the ring. And nothing prepares you to be champion like defeat. That keen awareness of each and every flaw you possess and how to circumvent them, the lingering pain that reminds you of your mistakes and the constant pressure from all sides… that’s what makes a contender into a champion and champions into legends. Farrah and I are working on our legend. You are working on becoming a champion. That, again, is the divide between us. I’ve lost my share of title matches and big opportunities, as has she. LAW is our first dance as a team but the road that led us here along with our unmatched chemistry allowed us to hit the ground running. The results are over our shoulders. And they’ll still be there after Night of Glory.”
Finishing with the glasses, Zoey wipes her hands on a cloth napkin as she comes around the bar. On the way, she picks up her championship and drapes it over her shoulder, fingertips running along the medallion almost lovingly.
”You should still endeavor to make the most of this opportunity, Queens, despite the odds. They do not come often. With the impressing and improving that you do every time out, though, I hardly think it will take long for Lucas Dupree and Megan Helms-King to see fit to put you in our path again sooner rather than later, an event which we would welcome.”
She stops a short distance from the camera, eyeing the championship a moment longer before fully gazing into the camera for the last time.
”Just remember that you’re barely into the sunrise of your career, my friends, and the Boardwalk Angels are far from the sunset of our reign. Crowns can be tarnished and broken and wings may molt and weaken. When that happens, it’s what’s inside of you that will carry you forward. Determination you have in spades, but is not enough against the fortitude, experience and focus that the Angels possess on top of our own determination. Just for a moment, you will taste the heights we have reached. Enough to whet your appetite further for gold and glory. And then… reality, the truth in all I have said, will bring you crashing down. When that happens, get up and dust yourselves off before coming at us again. We will always welcome your challenge.
Get ready to fly.”
The scene fades out, the last image being one of Zoey moving toward where Katalina is and another squeaking gasp from the woman as the feed cuts entirely.
* November 11th, 2017, past midnight *
* The Madigan-Star Residence *
* Malibu, CA *
Future in a Bottle
The kitchen is very dimly lit; only the crystalline lighting fixture over the dining room table offers any illumination and the dimmer has been turned to just a few breaths above ‘off’ level. The shadows are long and the environment is silent. A silence that surrounds Zoey Madigan-Star but does not reach her. Perhaps a strange description, but one that is appropriate. The Boardwalk Angel, one-half of the LAW World Tag Team Champions, sits upon a dining room chair, staring at an orange plastic container positioned in the center of the table like a minimalist centerpiece. She has one leg, clothed in purple plaid flannel, hugged to her chest tightly by a pair of bare arms… arms that have seen some considerable gym time lately, apparently. As for the rest of her, a black cami-style top covers what needs to be covered and the Sorcerous Angel’s dark hair is wrapped into a messy braid. Her golden eyes, one lighter than the other, stare at that pill bottle as though she intends to vaporize it through sheer force of will.
Except that obviously isn’t happening. She’s magical but not THAT magical.
It was said earlier, however, that the silence wasn’t reaching her… and the reason for such soon becomes clear. The colors become subdued and, from behind the woman’s head walks the manifestation called Black Sorcery. She traipses along Zoey’s mostly-bare shoulder, standing there and leaning upon the magician’s head with one hand, staring at her fingernails in the most blase of poses. At the revelation of her presence, the magician’s face tenses but Black Sorcery pays this no mind. Her fingers do start tapping, though, causing Zoey to swat at her as though she were an annoying insect. Gone in a puff of smoke, Black Sorcery reappears on the table, walking toward the pill bottle with an amused expression.
”A treat from the good doctor, huh? Remember how you thought it would be so cool to have people call you that? Doctor, I mean? Eh, I suppose that could still happen. You know, if you don’t run yourself into the ground in the next several years...”
Her tone is mocking, though Zoey does not react to it. Rolling her eyes, Black Sorcery walk over to the bottle and makes a show of bending over and reading the label. Her brows go up in genuine surprise.
”Wow… Thorazine, huh? Talk about going to the top of the list.”
Peering over her shoulder, the manifestation smirks, then looks back at the bottle again.
”Do you want me gone that badly?”
Zoey, her expression drawing ever tighter, whispers through clenched teeth revealed as her lips draw back in a less-than-flattering grimace.
”Shut up.”
Licking black-painted lips, Black Sorcery grins up at Zoey.
”Make me.”
Lashing out swiftly, Zoey swings at the pint-sized form of her dark side but, as before, Black Sorcery becomes as smoke and reappears once Zoey has reared back. Her expression has soured by this point, however. She’s no longer amused.
”That’s it? That’s all I get? You take a swing at me like I’m a mosquito or something? That’s supposed to convince me to go away?”
”Shut… up!”
Zoey’s hand steals forth again. Black Sorcery snaps her fingers and an apparition wafts into existence behind her. The magician senses the presence before she sees it, her raised right arm stopping mid-swing, trembling.
”Sweetheart, you need to do what’s best for you…”
The ghostly form takes shape as Zoey’s mother, speaking in a wavering yet clear voice.
”Take the medicine. Give yourself some peace.”
”Mama…”
And just like that the apparition is gone. However, it is quickly replaced before Zoey can properly react to it’s sudden departure.
”I know you don’t like this sort of thing, Zee. I don’t either.”
The magician’s head whips around, seeing the smoky visage of Jimmy Makowski, her long-time agent and manager.
”But think of it like this: you’re doing what’s right for those you care about by doing what’s right for you. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”
”I… I…”
Jimmy departs as swiftly as her mother did, leaving Zoey a little more discombobulated than before. Black Sorcery, now seated atop the pill bottle as though it were some sort of bar stool, watches in silence as another see-through caricature appears behind Zoey…
”As if there’s a choice here. Come on, featherfoot… you shouldn’t need someone telling you what’s right in a situation like this!”
Ah, but that voice… that one more than any other… is the one that makes Zoey react. Swallowing the nectarine-sized lump in her throat, Zoey turns in her chair to see her late brother Drake standing behind her. And just like almost every picture of him she treasures to this day, he has that charming, death-defying smile on his youthful features.
”W-What… are you doing here?”
”Keeping an eye on my smaller, better half. Like usual. Come on, Zee… I hate seeing you like this. Everyone else does, too. They want their sweet, smiling, spell-tossing Zoey back in their lives. And those are the way to make that happen. You know this.”
Turning, with great reluctance, from her brother toward the pills, a spot that Black Sorcery has since vacated, Zoey reaches out hesitatingly. Stopping mid-reach, she turns toward Drake with her lips parted to ask a question… only to find out that he’s gone. When she returns her attention, with tears starting to well, toward that bottle, she finds herself within an inch of her dark side once again. The two stare at one another for several moments before a very uncomfortable silence is broken.
”Like he said, Zoey…”
The manifestation says in a calm, controlled voice.
”...you know what’s right.”
”How DARE you?!”
This time, Zoey gets hold of Black Sorcery, grabbing her in both hands and holding her up to eye level, her size comparable to that of an action figure in the Sorcerous Angel’s hands. The manifestation does not resist, staring right back at her physical counterpart.
”WHO are YOU to use them against me?!”
”I’m you, stupid.”
”You are NOT me!”
”What, do you think I made them show up to try and trick you? Yes, because that makes SO much sense. I obviously WANT you to start popping these pills on the regular so that I can go back to being locked in your brain screaming at my own reflection for company. Bra-vo, sunshine. You cracked the code.”
The tremors reach a point where they’re going off full-body. Zoey’s grip tightens on a now-silent, impassive Black Sorcery. Finally, with a shriek of anger and frustration, Zoey hurls the manifestation at the wall full-force. Except… Black Sorcery stops her inertia with ease, floating over toward the shaking and sobbing magician almost languidly.
”Once you’ve pushed through all the delusions… I’m still going to be here. When you finally discover the truth… I’ll be here for that, too. Face it, Zoey. You and I? We’re forever. Save yourself the heartache and bet on black.”
”I hate you…”
”No…”
Black Sorcery starts to fade out…
”...you hate YOU.”
...and finally does so fully with those words lingering in the air. Zoey, her palms pressed against the table’s surface, believes herself alone. Thus, when the hand comes to rest on her shoulder, she very nearly jumps out of her skin, whirling around to see Katalina standing there in her robe, showing a distinct amount of concern… enough that she understands the lashing out as an example of shock, not violence.
”Love, what’s wrong? I wake up to find you out of bed, then I hear screaming out here… I had to calm Makayla down because you woke her up.”
Reproving in tone, Katalina pauses when she sees the bottle on the table. She shoots Zoey a look, a brow raised questioningly. This, Zoey knows, is a look not often sent her way and that it means serious business when used. The most rowdy of Katalina’s clients often see this look before she rains hell on them, whether they asked for it or just deserved it.
”My… prescription. From Dr. Shields.”
Katalina picks up the bottle and reads it closely. She looks from it to Zoey and back again. Without a word, she walks away from her wife and goes to the sink. Taking down a mug, she fills it with cold water and shakes one of the pills into her palm. Bringing both back to Zoey, she holds them out without a word. When Zoey hesitates, Katalina does not bother to mask her consternation through firm words.
”Now, love. You take this, then you come to bed. And you don’t get up until I tell you that it is time. Understood?”
So often of late it is Zoey that wields the power between the two, something that is a willing situation on both sides. But Katalina, her sense of strength and control coupled with her love and affection for her wife, has flipped that paradigm unquestionably for this evening. Zoey accepts the pill and water, taking them as directed and putting the mug down on the table. Katalina, allowing the faintest smile to touch her lips, takes Zoey by the wrist and pulls her toward the hallway and out of sight.
”One week into the Thorazine and aside from strange dreams, the odd hallucination and even less sleep than usual… I actually feel a little better. Well, better isn’t the right word. Stable is a bit more suitable. No late-night screaming matches with myself since, which is good for everyone else in the house. But I don’t delude myself into thinking that the worst is over. No, far smarter to take advantage of the lull in the darkness and tend to matters that need it most: preparing for the holidays, training my tail off for the upcoming match with the Queens of Wrestling and spending time with the people who make my life brighter. Taking a full day off of from everything to roll into the City of Angels for some hardcore shopping hardly sounds like proper preparation for a big title defense, but getting my heart and soul right counts for a lot. Plus… it’s the City of Angels. Come on, now.”
* November 17th, 2017, afternoon *
* The Grove *
* Los Angeles, CA *
A Few Steps Closer...
The clips come off montage-style, starting with showing Zoey, Katalina Star, Amanda and Rose Cortez and Emelie Sanclemente all getting into Zoey’s purple truck and leaving the homestead, getting on the Pacific Coast Highway for the hour-long drive to Los Angeles. Upon arriving at The Grove they’re quickly beset by Zoey’s fellow Angels, Stacy and Crystal, their paramours Jennifer Lawson and Seleana Zdunich, and Stacy’s children Nick and Chelsea. The little ones, in particular, are quick to launch themselves at Zoey, who crouches down to hug them both at once when they come running over. Thankfully for them, Katalina had allowed Rose and Amanda to change into more presentable attire before their arrival. One cannot go corrupting the youth, after all, and all are well aware of the Naughty Girl’s tendencies. Embraces and greetings are exchanged all around and introductions are made, though we watch this in silence for the moment. Zoey’s voice cuts in over the scene, speaking calmly… perhaps TOO calmly despite her admissions of increased stability.
”I need to have times like this more often. Time spent around people who care, people who have made a difference in my life and continue to do so. Stacy has been my friend ever since I first got into wrestling, while Crystal and Seleana have become good ones over the last several months. Jennifer is right up there with Stacy and their children always put a smile on my face. Amanda and Rose may not be everyone’s cup of tea but they’ve taught me a bit about being more comfortable in my own skin and upfront about who I am and what I want. And Katalina… well, she’s my first and only. Falling asleep at her side and waking up to her smile is often the highlight of every day. I love her more than words. I don’t think I express that nearly enough.”
Cutting a bit further ahead, Stacy, Crystal and Zoey are on their own in one of the designer shops in the midst of the Grove. Each woman already has a few shopping bags in their hands, though they’re hardly slowing the trio down. Zoey, at a rack on her own, lets out a low whistle as she takes an ankle-length leather jacket off the rack and holds it up with a look of awe. That whistle draws the attention of Stacy and Crystal, each acquiring eager expressions of their own on first glance.
”Ooooh! That’s a nice one, Zee! You’d look dangerous in that!”
The Unbreakable Angel walks up, running her fingertips along the material while Crystal does so from the other side while commenting.
”Girl’s already dangerous, Stacy! Seriously, though; that’s a hot piece, Zoey. You gonna get it?”
Checking the price tag has Zoey gnawing on her lower lip, but those two-tone eyes are still sparkling, albeit with a fair dose of mischievousness.
”Oh, you’d best believe that! But not for me!”
”Who, then?!”
”For our resident hardhead, of course! Come on, now: this might look good on any of us but on Farrah? It’d be perfect!”
Murmurs of agreement sound off among all three, leading Zoey to drape the garment over her arm and continue on. At that moment, Seleana comes up to Crystal, excited and eager, tugging on her arm a bit and leaning up to whisper in her ear. Smiling broadly, Crystal nods and the lovely blonde turns and sprints off the way she came, leading Zoey and Stacy to look at Crystal questioningly.
”She… um… has an… ‘idea’ for tonight, she said. I told her to go for it.”
Exchanging glances, Zoey and Stacy grin, leaving Crystal curious.
”What?”
”Translation: she found something super-hot and she’s gonna use it to turn you into a puddle later!”
”Oh, whatever!”
”Stace is right, Crys. I know that look. I’ve given it to Katalina many times and she’s given it back. You’re in for it tonight. Best be prepared.”
Hiltion, the Iron Angel, blushes and that draws giggles from Stacy and Zoey just before the latter’s voice cuts in again via voice-over.
”The match is always at the forefront of my mind, though. It has been since it was announced over a week ago. I know how this must look to you, Ashley and Angelica. Mere days ago I was openly questioning your focus on our match and now here I am, out shopping and doing girl stuff with my besties. But like I said earlier, this IS preparation for me. I’m working out every day, doing the same taxing regimen that keeps me in impeccable shape and my spare moments are spent watching your matches with notepads and action figures at the ready as I put down strategies for myself and Farrah to hone and perfect. But even in what could be considered down time, my mind is on the match. My friends, my family, my wife… their presence soothes me, calming the darkness within. Trust me, Queens of Wrestling: you want this as much as I do. The last thing either of you want or need is to experience the side of me that ripped open the Dynasty during our last title defense. Though, to be fair, the side of me that defeated the near-unstoppable Sarah Lacklan and Kenzi Grey might actually be worse for you. Do you want to know the harshest truth of all, though?”
Said truth, however, isn’t immediately revealed. The scene cuts from the three Angels and moves forward yet again. This time, the group is together again and partaking of lunch at the Mendocino Farms Restaurant within The Grove. The eleven are all seated comfortably at adjacent tables, with Jennifer, Emelie and the kids taking up one, the Angels and Seleana taking up another and Katalina and the Cortezs at a third, making conversation easier to carry on. In the midst of it all, Katalina draws Zoey’s attention, taking her hand and squeezing it. Nothing is said, but nothing needs saying. The look they share says plenty in terms of Zoey’s calm smile and Katalina’s searching eyes and, in turn, her smile to match that of her wife. She’s soon back to Rose and Amanda, her animated explanation of something we’re not privy to having both women shifting in their seats a bit.
Zoey, as is so often the case in big groups, is quiet for the most part. She sips her tea and speaks when engaged, but mostly focuses on the sandwich before her. Stacy, the one woman at the tables who knows Zoey on nearly the same level as Katalina, leans in to address her friend.
”Penny for your thoughts?”
”Mm? Oh, I’m just considering the match at Night of Glory.”
”You too, huh?”
”There’s more riding on this than just our championships. Beating the Queens of Wrestling means that we’re all but guaranteed to break the record that the Naughty Girls set before we defeated them.”
Zoey glances over her shoulder, her tone having quieted a little bit as she spoke the last sentence, hoping that it didn’t draw Katalina’s attention. Seeing that the Domina was still engaging the Cortez ladies excellently, the Sorcerous Angel breathed an inward sigh of relief, turning back to Stacy.
”It isn’t for a title, but I’m certainly getting geared up for Sam Tolson. She’s so very good. If I can beat her, I’m certain I’ll be in line for a title match down the road.”
”She’s tough, but you have a shot, Stacy. Just remember what we talked about: living up to the words you speak and the attitude that you live by. That’s gotten you this far. Don’t stop now.”
Stacy nods and smiles. Zoey is about to expand on her encouragement of her friend when, simultaneously, the cellphones of all three Angels go off in tandem, leading to an odd mix of tones and themes. Crystal, Stacy and Zoey exchange glances briefly, then look to the others, and finally take their devices out to check the messages. Stacy’s reaction is one of shock, her hand going to her parted lips. Crystal, meanwhile, grins and nudges Seleana, showing her and drawing a squee from the lovely blonde. Zoey’s reaction is more subdued but no less pleasant; she leans back in her chair a little, nodding and smiling in satisfaction. She shows the message to Katalina, who likewise looks pleased. In this quiet moment as the news is spread, Zoey speaks over the scene a final time.
”I’m coming into Night of Glory IV beyond both those levels. The confidence that came from defeating Team Kickass clean and clear in the middle of the ring, of our undefeated streak continuing as it has for most of the past year as we head into this next title defense… has me feeling stronger than ever. Better than ever. You roll with Sarah and Kenzi, ladies, and thus you know just how good they are and how far the breadth of their success spreads not only through LAW but through several other companies and ventures. The unstoppable force that is the Boardwalk Angels came up against the immovable object that was Team Kickass. And we did not surrender. No, we sundered. Now our sights are upon you two and the golden road you’re standing in the middle of as we march toward making history. The Queens will bow to the Heavenly Host at Night of Glory. Know this.”
Back at the tables, the news has spread to all sides. It is Zoey who speaks up first at the revelation.
”Guess we have a main event for our Fan Event before Night of Glory now eh? You realize, though, that Farrah’s going to pound the daylights out of C-Note and D-Block when she gets her hands on them.”
”Aw, they’ll take that with a grin!”
”Yep! I can’t imagine how excited she must be right now!”
”I can! After putting that dream on hold for so long? She’s gotta be over the moon with that and James coming back and everything else! You realize, of course, that we’ll have to get things proper double-time now, right?”
”Works for us! But the day is young, ladies! There’s shopping to do!”
Even Nick and Chelsea like the sound of that, with many a glass of cold beverage tapping together over the tape and several more drops spilling out from the enthusiasm. At this point, the feed cuts to black briefly.
* November 18th, 2017, late-morning *
* The Dungeon, Kat’s Me-Wow Club *
* Malibu, CA *
Through Storms and Strife
In the morning following Zoey’s massive shopping sojourn, she’s found in her wife’s club located within The Dungeon. Lately, Katalina has been on a massive renovation kick, wanting to give her vaunted Dungeon a bit of a makeover to attract folks for more than a taste of the dark side of erotica, and the Kat’s Me-Wow is the first such alteration. It is, in fact, the very place where their Halloween party took place. At this off-hours moment, however, it is being repurposed for a different holiday altogether. A stationary camera has an excellent shot of the bulk of the main room and in the background, somewhere just out of sight, we hear two sounds.
The first is soft singing in Italian, which is no doubt Zoey herself. The second is breathing that’s a little on the heavy side, altering between deep gulps of air and rapid,evasive gasps… but it’s hard to tell from just this who is making the sounds. A few moments later, Zoey comes into view from the doors leading into the kitchen, a large cardboard box in her arms which she takes to the bar and sets down quite carefully. Torn, faded blue jeans cover her legs, a layer of purple fishnets beneath, ending in flat-soled leather boots. On top, a loose purple tank top covers the rest, though once glance at the magician’s arms shows that her claims of working out harder than usual lately is dead-on. Her black hair, pulled back by a simple purple sash, has a half-messy look that is rather appealing on the young lady. She’s aware of the camera being on and recording, turning in that direction as she opens the box and offering a small, yet genuine smile.
”Welcome, your highnesses... “
She starts, offering a wink.
”...welcome to your golden opportunity, to your first attempt toward reaching your dream of becoming LAW World Tag Team Champions. Welcome to what you have lusted after, fought for and put head to pillow dreaming of for every night since you first inked your LAW contract. It was a long road for you two, not just in comparison to Farrah and I but in general. Lots of hiccups and bumps in that road, some of your own making, some due to unforeseen circumstance. But what’s important is that you’re here now. I do apologize if that comes off sounding condescending; that’s not my intention. Honesty just isn’t something I’m willing to compromise for anyone or anything.”
As she speaks, she gathers from the box stacks of dishes all carefully wrapped in old newspaper, stacking them neatly on the bar until the container is empty. Though there’s lighting within the club, there’s a certain flickering going on that’s only noticeable via the shadows dancing a bit on the walls. Zoey, for a moment, looks away from the camera as another soft gasp emits from elsewhere in the room.
And she smiles… a sweet, yet wicked, smile. And without explanation she’s back on point.
”Like I said a little while ago, ladies: the Queens will bow to the Angels at Night of Glory.”
Ah… so it seems that that voice-over came from here, then. We sense Farrah’s skilled hand with video editing in this!
”At the biggest event on the LAW calendar, where the best push themselves to another level with the intent of the aforementioned glory in front of the world, the Boardwalk Angels will continue their golden run. Defeating you not only keeps the gold around our waists, but it pushes us closer to truly setting the bar for tag team wrestling in LAW by becoming the longest-reigning champions in the company’s history. There’s still a ways to go and many challenges to overcome, but at this point? None would bet against us.
I’ll admit something to you both: when we saw the lineup for LAW #71, Farrah and I experienced a considerable level of concern. We had tangled with Kenzi Grey before, but she was on another level at this point. And Sarah Lacklan, well… being absolutely clear? I can still feel her even at this moment. A lot of people build themselves up with tweets and big-talk in interviews. Sarah, however, backs up her words. She’s every bit as good as she says she is, and after facing her at LAW #71, she has without a doubt made it onto my list of toughest opponents ever… right up there with Constance Chapin, the only woman to ever beat me one-on-one in the ring.
And Sarah, if you’re watching this? Get well soon. The Angels wish you a quick and full recovery so you can get back into the ring doing what you do best.”
”Yes, love… what she said.”
Katalina Star, speaking from off-camera to mirror her wife’s sentiment, draws Zoey’s attention. The magician smiles lovingly but still has that bit of wickedness from before as she turns in the Domina’s direction.
”Stop wiggling, kitten. We don’t want an accident.”
”Easy for you to say, darling…”
We are still not privy to Kat’s situation and, well, from the sound of things that is probably for the best. Zoey returns her attention to the camera and her message to the Queens of Wrestling as she continues unwrapping the plates and other dishes.
”That match was the toughest one the Angels have had to date in LAW. Kenzi and Sarah, your Cool Kids cohorts, beat on us from pillar to post. It took a little illusionary manipulation on my part, in fact, to snatch hold of Sarah and bring her down with Seeing Stars for the win. I looked, and felt, down and out when she was looming over me near the end. But I had one last burst left in me and it was enough to send her to dreamland instead of Lacklanland. The parts of that battle and our brief history that should matter most to you are threefold, ladies, and go a little like this:
Firstly, in beating Sarah and Kenzi, we ended their undefeated streak as a tag team. The two brightest and best of the Cool Kids stepped up to face the best team in LAW and couldn’t quite get it done. They didn’t exactly go the way of the Dynasty or Guilty Pleasure, mind you, but just like the rest they earned another notch in the L column.
Secondly, that win means that we’ve earned wins against the bulk of your group with Milisandre Crowthorne being the only hold-out thus far unless the ranks have expanded since last we checked. That includes yourselves and Roxy as well, ladies. We are fully aware that beating a team once does not immediately guarantee further victories in the future. Unless, of course, you’re talking about beating the Dynasty...”
”That’s not very nice you know.”
Yeah, Zoey slipped a teensy bit of snark into that last comment. Considering the Angels’ trio of wins over the Winters sisters and the faint scar that still mars the magician’s forehead, though, most would consider her entitled to a bit of snap. Looking toward Katalina, Zoey walks out from behind the bar and over to where the Naughty Girl is, the camera not following her motions.
”And thirdly, Queens?”
”Now… I was only teasing, love. You don’t have to-”
There’s nothing to be heard without superhuman senses. Whatever Zoey is doing is a mystery. What isn’t in question is Katalina’s own trepidation. She squeaks in surprise, then gasps as though stung by something, her breathing having a shuddering-like sound for a bit after Zoey returns to sight and returns to the bar, finishing her task and removing the box before lifting another into its place.
”LAW #69.”
”Mmh… not fair, love. I was behaving.”
Her two-tone eyes shift toward Katalina for a moment but return to the camera in short order while she starts tending to a tray full of silverware, wrapping them in napkins. After this much effort, it would appear that the Sorcerous Angel is repurposing the club for a big Thanksgiving dinner.
”The night when you got your first taste of holy wrath in the form of the Boardwalk Angels. You impressed us that night with your grit and determination, ladies, but the divide between impressing us and defeating us is vast. You impressed Lucas Dupree as well, and the proof is in the battle happening at Night of Glory IV. I’m certain part of that came from you taking down the Sugay Sisters at LAW #70 and also earning a win over Prime Addiction at LAW #71. Some might still say that you’re getting your shot too soon, though. Those people are wondering when the Naughty Girls are going to get a rematch, or are otherwise clamoring for Team Kickass to get a go at the belts after their first match against us.
But don’t let that kind of talk distract you, Queens. They said the same things about us in the beginning. And look at us now.”
Each set of silverware, neatly and skillfully wrapped in cloth napkins, put aside for the big dinner less than a week away. Smart money said that there was a loaded kitchen behind those double-doors, just waiting for Zoey’s skill hand (and a few folks to help) to make it all into a feast. But the Angel’s focus is not on food, friends or family.
”I’m not going to sit back and act as if you two don’t have a chance against us. That would be both insulting and unfair. And in having faced us before, I’m certain the two of you are already working out a plan, perhaps shifting the focus of your training to compensate for what led to defeat last time. If so, I think that’s wonderful. That’s what a good tag team does. That’s how champions stay champions. Another hallmark of a great team? Dedication to the team. Angelica and Ashley, you’ve had hiccups in your path here, too, but it has never become something that drives a wedge between the two of you. In this world where people will say or do anything for attention, where the me-first mentality is at plague levels, the Queens of Wrestling have a bond that seems as though it will never be broken. That’s part of why Farrah and I truly believe that one day you two will be LAW World Tag Team Champions.
That day will not be November 26th. It will not be Night of Glory IV. One day, though, Queens. And when that day comes, the same arduous yet rewarding task that the Boardwalk Angels have shouldered for the last 258 days: the task of being the best tag team around. You have that potential and when it happens, know that we will be cheering you on loudly and honestly.”
”You know… it really isn’t so bad…”
Zoey, as she turns from the bar to gather a large, heavy-duty plastic rack from another shelf, responds to Katalina. Setting said rack on the counter, she starts putting polished glasses within it.
”Thank Claire for that, kitten. Those are the low melting point variety.”
”Yes, ma’am.”
Kind of a clue, kind of not. Thankfully, we are not given much time to dwell on what, exactly, Katalina and Zoey are bantering about.
”We’re simply on another level, my friends. That statement is not intended to denigrate either of you. Again, I want the thrust of my remarks clear: it is a statement of fact, not an insult. You already have our respect for multiple reasons and, into the bargain, our friendship. But none of that is going to come into play at Night of Glory. Friendship gets left in the locker room and respect only stretches far enough to eliminate the thought of fighting dirty against you two. That, though, should probably be worth a big breath of relief for you, ladies. Queen of the Ring was a perfect example of what happens when the Angels go from heavenly warriors to avenging berserkers.”
Reflexively, Zoey reaches up and traces a fingertip along the faint scar. She does not scowl, but rather smiles slightly… as though the memory is a fond one. Her reverie is broken by Katalina, though.
”Love… it’s time.”
Blinking, Zoey comes out of her brief moment of remembrance and takes a familiar bottle out of her pocket. Shaking out a single tablet, she takes it with a gulp of water from a nearby bottle, swallowing with a slow exhale.
”Thank you.”
The Thorazine, no doubt. But so long as it keeps Black Sorcery from being a problem...
”We want you to hold on to that hope, though. We want you coming into Night of Glory IV fully determined to put the first loss on our record and to take our championships, Queens. Yes, we say something similar to every opponent we face, but it’s true. Your best is what we demand, and we will have it even if we have to twist it out of you one squeal at a time. Getting the best from our opponents makes us better and every match is another learning experience. The closer that Farrah and I come to defeat, the more effective we become in the ring ourselves. As a little nod to our friends, the Uncanny Socialites, think of it as a Zenkai from Dragonball Z: the harder the beating, the stronger we become as a result. We’re practically Saiyans… y’know, without the spiky blond hair, glowing and yelling all the time...”
”Wearing that nerd flag rather proudly aren’t you, love?”
”Yes, I am. I also have some regular candles back here if you’d like me to switch yours out?”
A squeak and a gasp come from Katalina’s part of the room and Zoey grins with a wink toward her wife.
”Good girl.”
”Meanie…”
Still chuckling over her somewhat-obscure anime reference, Zoey gradually gets back to a more serious tone and temperament.
”But all humor aside, Queens, you need to be aware and in understanding of everything that I have said. If you chalk it up to arrogance that will be a crucial mistake. If you blow it off thinking that at this early stage you can overcome anything we throw at you… see above response. That faint hope that exists where it concerns you taking our titles? It can’t weather mistakes. It can’t compensate for even the slightest of miscues. To become the LAW World Tag Team Champions, you will have to be better than perfect. Not because the Boardwalk Angels are perfect but because, again, you’re not on our level yet. There's exceeding expectations and then there's counting on miracles. A heady dose of both is all that will avail you against us.
You haven’t shed the blood that we have and you haven’t suffered through the wars that we’ve fought. Watching and studying the moments in question will only teach you so much. Any wrestling trainer worth their salt will tell you that nothing gets you ready for being in the ring more than being in the ring. And nothing prepares you to be champion like defeat. That keen awareness of each and every flaw you possess and how to circumvent them, the lingering pain that reminds you of your mistakes and the constant pressure from all sides… that’s what makes a contender into a champion and champions into legends. Farrah and I are working on our legend. You are working on becoming a champion. That, again, is the divide between us. I’ve lost my share of title matches and big opportunities, as has she. LAW is our first dance as a team but the road that led us here along with our unmatched chemistry allowed us to hit the ground running. The results are over our shoulders. And they’ll still be there after Night of Glory.”
Finishing with the glasses, Zoey wipes her hands on a cloth napkin as she comes around the bar. On the way, she picks up her championship and drapes it over her shoulder, fingertips running along the medallion almost lovingly.
”You should still endeavor to make the most of this opportunity, Queens, despite the odds. They do not come often. With the impressing and improving that you do every time out, though, I hardly think it will take long for Lucas Dupree and Megan Helms-King to see fit to put you in our path again sooner rather than later, an event which we would welcome.”
She stops a short distance from the camera, eyeing the championship a moment longer before fully gazing into the camera for the last time.
”Just remember that you’re barely into the sunrise of your career, my friends, and the Boardwalk Angels are far from the sunset of our reign. Crowns can be tarnished and broken and wings may molt and weaken. When that happens, it’s what’s inside of you that will carry you forward. Determination you have in spades, but is not enough against the fortitude, experience and focus that the Angels possess on top of our own determination. Just for a moment, you will taste the heights we have reached. Enough to whet your appetite further for gold and glory. And then… reality, the truth in all I have said, will bring you crashing down. When that happens, get up and dust yourselves off before coming at us again. We will always welcome your challenge.
Get ready to fly.”
The scene fades out, the last image being one of Zoey moving toward where Katalina is and another squeaking gasp from the woman as the feed cuts entirely.