Post by valkyrie on Oct 26, 2021 14:50:54 GMT -5
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>>> Date: 24 October 2021 <<<
>>> Location: Los Angeles, CA <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
She and Memphis had been in California for the past few days. She had been trying to get things situated for both the cruise and her title match at Project: Honorâs Bloodbath II PPV. They had been from Chicago to Vegas, back to Baton Rouge, to Texas and now in LA.
Robi had been paying attention to Twitter and noticed things that most people didnât. Things that caught her attention. For reasons that would become apparent to both Memphis and Morgan very⊠Very soon.
When she woke up that morning, she told Memphis that they had to take a trip to the Betty Ford Clinic. And when he inquired as to why, she simply said she needed to visit a friend. So, they woke early that day, did the whole breakfast/getting ready thing and headed out.
Once they reached the clinic, she went up to the visitorâs station and informed the woman there that she was there to visit Morgan Payne. The woman nodded and headed off to inform her that she had a visitor. But, only after showing Robi and Memphis the clinicâs outside visitorâs area, The Garden.
Robi took a seat, with her back to the door in which Morgan would exit and waited. Memphis sitting beside her and leaned over to place his elbows onto his knees as he looked over to his wife.
âSo, you gonna tell me why weâre here?â, he asked her.
She looked over to him and smiled, âIn due time. Youâll hear the story of why.â
It was a few more minutes before the glass doors opened and one of the orderlies held it open for someone to step outside. Robi and Memphis had been informed of Morganâs...recovery, on top of actual rehab itself. So, it might not have been any real wonder to see a woman step out into the garden in a pair of grey, issued sweats with the hood drawn up over her head. From where she stepped out, the orderly directed her attention over to where the two visitors waited. Morganâs head turned and she paused, her expression unreadable as she finally approached.
As she got closer, it became clearer just what sort of state she was in. What looked like a blank, pale expression from afar became identified as a plastic face mask that Morgan was wearing, apparently to conceal whatever the result was of the reconstructive surgery sheâd undergone following the worst of her detox period. Morgan sat down in the remaining empty chair with her hands resting in her lap, curled into light fists. She didnât look at them at first but her head slowly lifted, peering out at Robi and Memphis through the eye holes with those mismatched, green and blue orbs that was part of what she was known for. Sheâd decorated her mask, as well. Black marker, maybe paint had been used to fill in some of the white, leaving anyone who remotely delved into Marvel Comics able to recognize a modified, broken Punisher skull design.
Morgan sat there, watching Robi and Memphis. Silent.
â....â
Memphis looked up, he didnât say anything; yet, but he just blinked. He looked from the masked woman to Robi, blinked a few times then leaned over to his wife, idly rubbing the crown tattoo on his ring finger, and smirked softly, âWell, Iâll be damned if she donât look like a lollipop of crazy triple dipped in psychoâŠâ
Robi glanced over to Memphis with a small frown and then looked back to Morgan. She tilted her head slightly as she looked at the woman. Noticing the signs of detoxing and withdrawal, âHello, Morgan. I know you donât know me outside of Twitter⊠But, Iâm Robi Sorrenson. Used to be Robi Mitchell, but now.. Well, technically, Bondurant.. But, I kept my maiden name for work purposes.â
She shook her head idly and gave a half-hearted smile, âNot that that matters anything right now.â
She inhaled deeply and shifted in her seat, slightly, âHow are you doing?â
He looked at his wife, offered that puppy-like smile of his and nodded in understanding. Memphis was careful with his words, normally, but given the tension of the moment he had felt the need to interject a little humor. Unfortunately for him, tact was not in his vocabulary.
Morgan just stared back at them through the mask. Her head gave the slightest tilt, like she was trying to figure something out; probably why they were here, above anything. For a moment, her gaze focused on Memphis and one and visibly closed tighter into itself. Afterward, her head lowered and she stared at her hands in her lap. Her shoulders gave the smallest of little shrugs.
â...Iâm here. Still.â
Her voice was a softer tone than those who might have watched her firing away on the mic were used to. This was a broken shell of the person she was before being admitted to the center. She hated this place. She missed home. She had her doubts, though, whether anybody outside truly missed her. She remembered, during the immediate aftermath of what left her in her current state, clutching a bloody shard of glass, hoping and praying. Keeping her fingers crossed that maybe that was it. Needless to say, sheâd woken up, days later in recovery and here she was now.
Robi nodded slightly as she looked at the woman before her. She knew that Morgan was a shell of her former self. Sheâd seen the woman on the mic and knew the fire she had. âMorgan.. Do you want to be here? I donât mean in recovery⊠I mean⊠Here. At THIS place?â, there was a good reason she was asking. And it would all become clear very very soon.
It was a decision that sheâd made when she found out that Morgan had come here. And she knew, from first hand experience, that places like these⊠Didnât work for certain types of people. And, also from her experience, Morgan wasnât the type it would really work on.
Morgan paused. She didnât know how to answer. She lifted her head again and looked around at the Garden. At the faces of other patients there that were recovering from their own past. Their own addictions. Their own problems. Some were even conversing with staff like it was nothing. She looked down at her hands again. They slowly opened and she rubbed her thighs uncomfortably. It wasnât a horrible place. She couldnât even say it was bad. If she was being completely honest? WellâŠ
>>> Date: 26 October 2021 <<<
>>> Location: The TFCC Cruise Ship <<<
>>> On Camera <<<
âSo, let me get this rightâŠâ
âI make the comment that I wish Blood Eagling was still legal and everyone loses their fucking minds.â
âThis guy can threaten to kill me⊠And no one bats an eye.â
She shifted the camera so that it was finally pointing at her. There were a few members of the Wolves with her, including Druscilla and a few of her NYC charter members. She was dressed in a simple pair of jean shorts and tank top; along with a pair of calf-high black boots and her Wolves of Odinn MC kutte, of course.
âSee, hereâs what a lot of people donât know. Not even my WolvesâŠâ
âIâve recently gone through a divorce. And during that time, a lot of things happened⊠I got hurt during a match. Granted, it was due to my own stubbornness, but still⊠And that injury cost me my career outside of wrestling as a tattoo artist. Then came the end of my marriage. And then came Hurricane Ida.â
âThese three things completely destroyed my life outside of the ring. Destroyed who I was. And, I must admit⊠I allowed myself to sink into a rather deep depression. And by deep⊠I mean I was days away from eating a bullet.â
She heard a few murmurs behind her but didnât turn around to look at her Pakke.
âYou see⊠Something happened that changed all that.â
âOne thing was someone came along and made me see that I wasnât as fucked up as I thought I was. That I was still desirable. That I was still wanted. This person made me feel good about myself again. Something I hadnât been feeling for quite some time.â
She looked out past the camera that was set up on the deck of the ship and smiled a small knowing smile as she remembered the interactions she had with this person. Someone that not a lot of people, especially those in Project: Honor, really liked. But, she had always said that no one got to dictate who she was friends with. In or out-side of the company.
Then she looked back to the camera and her entire entity had⊠Changed.
Her eyes became harder. Colder. Her demeanor became harder and more aggressive.
âAnd then the second thing that happenedâŠâ
She lifted her arm up and raised the blood covered Ascension Belt.
âI won the Ascension Championship.â
âYou see, Angelo and Asher⊠Iâve sat back these past couple of weeks and Iâve watched everything each of you have done. Iâve listened, over and over, to the words youâve spoken. Hell, I even entertained your cute attempt at trying to threaten me, Angelo.â
âAnd I will give credit where itâs due. You each have your own strengths. Your own thing that sets you apart from the rest of the people Iâve faced. Sure, you gave me a hell of a fight, Angelo. You really put me to a small test during that ladder match. Hell, even injuring me. And then Asher came out to distract you and wellâŠâ
She shrugged and slung the belt over her shoulder once again.
âThat night I proved that I deserved to win, and continue to hold, this belt. There are only two other people who gave even a hint to being worthy of holding this belt.â
âOne is no longer in the company. And the other? Well, at least his blood isnât on the belt. Even if I did leave my boot prints on his back to win itâŠâ
âSo you see⊠You can threaten to kill me all you want, Angelo. You can try to scare me with your spooky (she wiggled her fingers at the camera mockingly) alter ego⊠I assure you⊠Youâre no Odinn. Youâre no Loki. Youâre no Hel. Itâs going to take more than simple words from a simpleton to snatch this belt from my hands.â
âAnd Asher⊠Donât rely on being Savannahâs brother to save you. You come from a family that has talent. I even said as much to Savannah the last time I was supposed to face her. All you have to do is apply yourselves and youâll be forces to be reckoned with.â
She took a step forward and snarled at the camera. Her eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade of gold as fangs peeked out from between her lips.
âDonât think for once⊠fucking⊠second⊠That I wonât make you both bleed.â
âAnd donât think for one fucking second that youâre going to get this belt without making me bleed.â
The sound of a wolfâs growl could be heard as she got even closer to the camera.
â...RunâŠâ
And the camera went black.
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Only to come back on again and it showed her standing in the dark. Her back facing the camera.
âAnd to Matthew Knox....â
She turned her head to look over her shoulder.
â...Thank youâŠâ
Then darkness.
