The Heathen Queen | Project: Honor

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Post by valkyrie on Sept 10, 2021 20:09:25 GMT -5

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>>> Date: 26 August 2021 <<<
>>> Location: Tokyo, Japan <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<

He waited until she left her dressing room before sneaking inside.

Once he gained entry into her room, he took his time rummaging through her belongings. Once he found what he was looking for, he smiled darkly. He slowly pulled out each article of clothing and laid them out on the floor around him.

When he picked up her shirt, he held it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Letting out a soft moan as he reached down to his zipper and slid it down. The sound of his jeans being unzipped and unbuttoned bounced off the walls. Though no one else was there to hear it.

As he rubbed her shirt on his face, he began to jerk-off. He inhaled her scent more and felt himself growing longer and thicker in his own hand.

“Just a little while longer… A couple of more months and you’ll be at MY mercy, Robi. Ugnnnhhh..”

It didn’t take long before he reached his orgasm and shot his load all over Robi’s clothes. Only to use Robi’s shirt to wipe himself clean.

With that done, he snuck back out of her room and headed down the hall. He barely managed to round the corner just as Robi came back from the ring, belt in hand.

He stuck his head around the corner and watched as she entered her dressing room.

“Soon, My little Shieldmaiden. You are not prepared for what’s coming. Not even your Wolves will be able to save you.”

>>> 7 September 2021 <<<
>>> Monterey, CA <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<

They bantered back and forth throughout the entire bout. One pushed the other. Then one would playfully remind the other that they were dropping their shoulder before throwing a punch. To which the one would snark back that they’d drop something else if they kept it up.

The overall mood of the “match” was playful and fun. Something she hadn’t had in a while. She’d even laughed for the first time in a long time. All in all, they ended up calling it a tie.

When the “fight” was called, they both fell to the mat, breathless and sweat soaked.

Robi glanced over to Matt and laughed lightly.

“Not bad; for an old man.”

Knox laughed at the jest and pushed to sit up.

“I still don’t believe you’re a grandmother.”

It was Robi’s turn to laugh as she sat up to start removing her boxing gloves.

“I’ve tried telling you. Hel, I even sent you a picture of my granddaughters and my daughter.”

Matt shook his head. Still not believing that she was, indeed, a grandmother.

“Nope. I don’t buy it. You paid someone for the pictures.”

He stood up and then held a hand out to help her up off the mat. She pulled her gloves off and reached for his offered hand and stood up. She then tucked her gloves under her arm and walked over to the ropes. One of the others there handed her a towel and a bottle of water.

“Thanks.”

She then wiped the sweat off her face and took a drink from the bottle. Knox came over to get his own towel and water and glanced at her.

“So, how bad do you think the damage to your place is going to be when you go back to Louisiana? I mean, I’ve heard tale that Ida was worse than Katrina.”

Robi inhaled deeply and exhaled heavily. Giving a small shrug.

“I don’t know. We had to rebuild everything after Katrina. I was in New Orleans then. I’m in Baton Rouge now. But, I do have people I care about in New Orleans. Ones I’d do anything to help. So…”

She shrugged.

“I can only wait for the all clear before heading back to survey the damage. Until then, we’re in Vegas. I’ve been considering starting a charter of the Wolves there. I know a few that I could give the gavel to that would make us thrive. Vegas is prime for the taking. Granted, I’d have to contend with the mob. But, it’s nothing I haven’t done before. What with dealing with cartels and other MCs. And it’s not like we’d be getting in on the gaming action. That’s their deal.”

It wasn’t very often that she spoke about her “business” dealings with an outsider. But, she’d come to trust Matt. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why she was being so open with him. It was just a… Feeling. One she rarely got. But when she did…

He looked at her and tilted his head slightly.

“You are an enigma, Miss Robi.”

She laughed again and slipped between the ropes. After hopping down from the mat, she turned and looked back at the man that had seemingly opened a throughway into her very core. Even if it was just through friendly bantering and innuendo’d flirting.

“So I’ve been told, Mr. Knox. So I’ve been told.”

She tossed the sweaty towel in a bin and turned to head to the showers.

>>> 10 September 2021 <<<
>>> Tokyo, Japan <<<
>>> On Camera <<<

“What is it about Japan? Why does it always feel like we’re stepping into another world whenever we come here? Oh, it’ll never be like coming home. Not even a little bit. Norway is home. Louisiana is home.”

“No, Japan is like… Serenity. It’s like stepping into a new and brightly lit world. All of the neon and flashing lights. All of the Harajuku Girls and Kawaii Boys. Things that are still taboo in the States and other countries are readily accepted here. To a degree.”

“Women were allowed to compete in intergender matches here long before it was accepted in the US. Or anywhere else for that matter. Granted, sons are held in a higher regard as it is they who will pass their familial legacy on for generations. Girls are still seen as second-class citizens here in Japan. Even in today’s age and world.”

“A world where women have taken back their power. We’ve snatched that golden ring, so to speak. And we’ll be damned if we let it go. We’re finally standing up and forcing the male dominated world to look at us and see that we’re not these meek creatures that are useless unless we’re pushing out babies and turning a house into a home. We’re no longer satisfied with placating the Patriarchy by sitting prettily on our ‘fainting’ couches and turning into simpering messes of vaginal fluids just because some guy deigned to show us any kind of attention.”

“I can assure you, Mr. Rodriguez, I am not the fainting type.”

When the camera came to life, Robi was standing in the ring that was currently being set up for Night of Honor. She was leaning against the top rope with her foot planted on the bottom rope.

“You see, women in my culture, they’re revered. They are respected. Kings would give up their thrones to a Volva whenever she came calling into his village. None were above the Volva. No man; No woman; No King.”

“For thousands of years, women have been held down by the Patriarchy. Even in the days when Cleopatra ruled Egypt. She was brought low by Caesar and Antony. Then there was Catherine the Great. Ruled Russia and had Her prosper. Queen Elizabeth the First was, by far, the smartest. She never married. She put her country before herself. Before her needs. Before her desires.”

“You see, that’s what being the Ascension Champion means. That I put my needs, wants and desires to the side. That I put the championship first. And I know that you actually believe you’re going to come into week 2 of Night of Honor and take my belt.”

She looked at the belt that was folded up neatly on the apron of the mat under her.

“But you see, I’m not going to let you do that. Your mouthpiece seems to actually believe that you’ve got what it takes to snatch this belt from me.”

She snarked a laugh out.

“Your manager obviously hasn’t done his homework on me. And I know this because he’s failed to prepare you for me. He’s failed to let you in on the fact that I WILL hurt you. That I WILL make you bleed. That I WILL…”

“..do..”

“..ANYTHING..”

“...to keep this belt on my shoulder.”

She pushed away from the ropes and began to walk around the ring.

“You see, when you step into this ring on night 2 of Night of Honor, you’ll be stepping into the Wolves Den. You’ll be stepping into MY den, Crash. And when you step into my den, you will be made to bow.”

“You WILL bend the knee to the Heathen Queen.”

“And once you bend the knee.. To me.. I expect only one thing from you…”

“Your silence.”

A man came over to the ring and motioned for Robi to join him.

“We’ve ramped up security for night 2 of the show. We couldn’t get anything from the previous venue in regards to someone breaking into your dressing room for Night of Chaos. But, we will have someone on your door to ensure that nothing like that ever happens again.”

Robi smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. I appreciate everything you’re doing.”

She then turned back to the camera and moved back to the ropes.

“Though, I do have to say.. You have been quite silent since the announcement of our match for the Night of Honor Pay-Per-View. Why is that, Crash?”

“Could it be because you have a small idea of what you’re going against? Or are you truly a man of few words? Then again, I don’t see that as being the case either.”

“So tell me, Crash.. Why have you been so silent?”

“I mean, I know I’m the bad guy.. I’m the villain in this story. But you? You’re.. What? The strong silent hero type? The Prince Charming coming to slay the Evil Queen and take away her throne?”

She had a serene smile tug at the corners of her lips.

“Please… Come… Try and pry this belt from my cold dead hands.”

She reached for the camera as if she were reaching for a throat.

“Just remember one thing…”

“My fuse is short; my fangs are long…”

“And your throat looks tasty.”

And she tossed the camera aside, picked up her belt and hopped out of the ring.

As she reached the ramp, she stopped.

“Run, Mr. Rodriguez. Run.”

And the camera goes black.