Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 19:15:06 GMT
Chapter 2: Pleasure & Pain
[TIME & YEAR UNKNOWN.]
[TIME & YEAR UNKNOWN.]
“AGAIN! NOW!” Her body was heavy, head pounding. She could feel the blood running down her face as she struggled to look up at the entity that stood in front of her. She wanted to fight back. She wants to show them the pain that they tried to show her. As she tried to push the wild dog like men off of her limbs, she could hear them laugh. “Training doesn’t end… not until I say so.” No power. No straight to fight back. She stared at the entity that came into her life many months ago...He was gentle at first but now? Now he was a new threat. A monster that has held her captive and no one is going to stop him. As he moved closer to her, she felt the heat from his breath, and he spoke one word. “Fight.”
[4/26/2022 - 4:30pm at CATCH Sport Pro-Wrestling Academy.]
The camera fades in, showing The Boogeyman herself, JUDITH, sitting in her Locker room; wrapping her bruised hands up slowly. Her eyes are glued on her hands as she hums softly to herself. A Huntress’ Lullaby some may call it. A gentle song that warned so many children in her old home about things that bumped in the night. As she finished covering her hands, JUDITH’s blue eyes found their way to the view of the camera. The humming ends and slowly, her lips forum into a small smile. “You are such a foolish man, Al. Trying to convince not just yourself, but others around this company that I ran from the match last due to the face that I couldn’t defeat you and your fuck boy of a partner?” A small but wicked laugh left her lips, “What a laugh that is. No, I did not run from our last fight due to the fear of facing the likes of you two. I did not flee the scene because I knew it was an uphill battle I was not going to win. None of that horse shit that is spewing from your mouth is accurate. I left because of the walking waste of human life known as McCain opened his mouth and made a fool of himself. He made a mistake and for that, he got what he deserved... a Boot to the face by yours truly. If the brain-dead halfwit left his mouth shut and his eyes on the prize...We all know who would have been the losers of the night.... right, JAMROCKERS?" JUDITH shakes her head, "Last show, I handed you the win but next week? Oh boy, you are in a world of pain when I get my hands on you, Al. You think you know me and what I have been through. That my high tolerance to pain is nothing but crap but trust me, it's not... but do what you want, I guess. Don't take my words as a warning and just try to make me bleed. Pull out the bag of broken glass and try to use it against me but I promise, I WILL get up each time and I WILL feel nothing.... But you? Oh, you will feel everything I do to you and much, much more. See, you speak of pain, but you know little of it. I know pain. I know what it feels like to be ripped open, just to let the Bloodshed pour. I've been forced to train without breaks for hours on end. You know NOTHING of pain, Al." A small growl comes from the throat of the BUTCHER. "But soon, you will."
Slowly, JUDITH leans her back against the cool steel of the lockers behind her. An unreadable look flashes across her face before a smile finally makes its way on her lip again. "Come the first of MAY, there will be no more hiding behind camera screens. No helpful hands from partners in crime or lack thereof. Just you and I standing across the mat from each other, Alastor; with the ideal of one of us walking away from the match one spot closer to the IPW World Heavyweight Championship. And honestly? I truly want to see you TRY to force me to the mat. TRY to make me small. Wear my legs down. Push and force me to overexert myself till I'm running on fumes. You talked all this crap so here...I beg of you, BIG MAN. DO IT! But I promise you this: WHEN YOU FAIL...and you will... your last breath is mine for the taking, Al. Because the truth is this: while you are trying to force me to fall, you will be the one failing. Not Me. YOU will overexert yourself till you're running on fumes; gasping to hold in breaths in order to stand by yourself. And while you are doing so, I will stand there; just watching you fail at your own game. Simple as that.” JUDITH slides one of her large pale hands through her blonde hair before continuing, “Sadly, we have a few more nights until Adrenaline, Al; but honestly, I hope you stay well rested and healthy until we meet in the ring because once that bell rings out and we are able to fight... I---THE Boogeyman herself--- will snatch you up by that greasy long hair of yours and I’m going to drag off into hell. This is no threat on my end, no. This is a promise. You are going to see what kind of monster I truly am and after this showdown between us; you're going to be fuckin’ sorry you ever stepped foot in a IPW ring against the BUTCHER.”
With that, JUDITH pushes herself off the wooden bench, standing just in time as her door swings open; ‘Jude? Are you ready to go train with me?’ A small blonde woman stands there, smiling large like the Cheshire cat as JUDITH moves towards her, nodding her head before wrapping her arm around the smaller woman’s shoulder. Without another word, they both take their leave as the camera fades to black...
[#HailToTheBUTCHER.]