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>>> Date: 14 November 2021 <<<
>>> Location: Portland, OR <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
âDid you really need to disappear like that, Robi?â, Memphis asked harshly as Robi entered into her dressing room after losing the Tag Team Match that sheâd just been in with Slade. She didnât even afford Memphis a glance as she moved over and began to remove her in-ring gear and got re-dressed into her street clothes.
He came over to her and took her arm into his hand and tried to turn her to face him, âIâm your husband, donât I get at least that much of an answer.â
Robi turned and looked at him and growled darkly at him, âDo not make me regret that decision.â
Memphis took a step back as if sheâd just slapped him, âWhy did you marry me, Robi?â
She went back to getting dressed. Reaching down to zip up the pair of boots that sheâd slipped on, âThe sex was good.â She didnât need to look at him to see that her answer hurt him. âWhat? You want me to lie and tell you itâs because I love you?â
Again, she didnât need to look at him to feel the hurt she just caused him. But right now? She was too filled with bloodlust, rage and hatred to care. She finished zipping up her boots and straightened up. Reaching down for her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and turned to head out of the dressing room. Not even bothering to look back at her husband.
As she exited out of the room, Widow was leaning against the wall, âYou need to go back in there and talk to him.â
Robi didnât stop to look back at her friend, âOur flight leaves in an hour. Letâs go.â And kept on walking.
Right about that time Memphis came out of the room and gave an imploring look to Widow. Who, in return, offered up a sad smile and small nod as if to say, âIâll talk to her.â before turning and heading off after Robi.
>>> Two Hours Later <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
Robi, Widow, Pestilence and Plague are all sitting in their seats going over plans and information when the pilot comes over to them, âExcuse me, Maâam.â Robi looks up at him and silently acknowledges him. This makes the man incredibly nervous, âUh.. Uhm, weâll be landing in Moscow in about sixteen hours. There will be vehicles and supplies waiting for you when we land. Everything has been arranged for the safe house. And all of your requests have been fulfilled.â
Robi nodded once to the pilot. But it was Widow that spoke, âThank you, Sir. We appreciate it.â The pilot smiled, nodded his head gratefully and headed back to the cockpit. Widow looked back to Robi, inhaled and exhaled a heavy sigh. She knew that Robi was in an altogether different headspace than she normally was. One she understood.
But also one she didnât know how to bring her friend out of.
>>> 17 Hours Later <<<
>>> Moscow, Russia <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
Once they landed and disembarked, they were shown over to a set of black SUVs. Robi and Widow were ushered into the back seat of one. Plague and Pestilence were ushered into the back seat of the other. Once the drivers got in and began to drive, the main one came over a speaker system in both vehicles, âWe will be arriving at our destination in approximately four hours. Everything has been delivered. And the information you requested has been sent to the iPad that you were given upon arrival.â
Once again, Robi nodded and retrieved the iPad she was given. Everything she requested was on the device. She also retrieved the earwigs and put hers in, âOk. If you take a look at the map, youâll see the two check-points that we have to work with. Weâll have just one chance to do this. It will have to be after the first check-point, but before the second. The guards at the first check-point will be easy to pay off. The second one, not so much. Our intel tells us that the guards at the first one are all lower ranked and get fuck-all for pay. So, giving them an incentive to cooperate will help us in the long run. Especially if we can get them on the Handâs payroll.â
Widow nodded in agreement and they spent the majority of the four hour trip going over plans and ideas. Talking through different scenarios. Both good and bad. Escape routes and how they were going to get the target back to US soil.
>>> 19 November 2021 <<<
>>> Somewhere in Russia <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
To their advantage, there was a small cluster of buildings between the two check-points. And, as if reading her mind, Widow went to the roof of one building, Plague went to a second, Pestilence to a third, and Robi to a fourth. There were five buildings in all. Once the roof-tops had been chosen, Robi and Widow went about setting up the auto-turrets. Making sure there was enough ammo in each to keep the convoy pinned down.
Plague and Pestilence set up the C-4 charges along and across the road where Robi had indicated on the map. All in all, it took them less than two hours to set everything up. So now, all they had to do was wait.
>>> Four Hours Later <<<
>>> Off Camera <<<
Chatter could be heard over the radios as the guards at the first check-point came over the airwaves confirming that the Gotti Rescue Convoy had made it to them and they were allowed to pass. Robi gave the silent signal for everyone to get ready and they waited.
Once the lead two and the last two vehicles were in place, Plague and Pestilence set off the C-4 charges. Destroying all four SUVs in an instant. It was at that exact moment that Widow and Robi had the auto-turrets go live and begin shooting both the front and back of the SUV that Roscoe was in.
This gave the two women the time they needed to get down from the roof to street level. And while both women approached the SUV, they could hear Roscoe yelling in complete fear.
Robi walked up to the driverâs side and put two bullets in the driverâs head.
Ten seconds later, both back passengers' doors opened and Roscoe was staring down the barrels of two DE.50s, âPlease! Iâm sorry! I was only doing what I was told to do! I⊠I loved Dru!â
Robi lifted up her gun and aimed it right between Roscoeâs eyes, âYou donât get to say her fucking name!â Only to have Widow reach over and grasp Robiâs gun, âNot here.â
Robi sneered darkly and leaned forward to growl at Roscoe, âDidnât think a wolf could sneak up on you? Hunt you. Guess what, bitchâŠâ Robi pulled back and punched Roscoe dead in the nose. Smiling as blood spurted out of it in waves.
âYou fucking cunt! You broke my nose!â, he screamed at her.
âOh, thatâs not all Iâm going to be breaking,â she retorted as she crawled into the SUV and began to beat him senseless. It took Widow injecting her with a sedative to get Robi off him. One that she hadnât built a resistance to.
Gods Bless Widow and her herbal concoctions! The beautiful Satanist had put together a special mixture of herbs for this very occasion. She knew that, once she started, Robi wouldnât stop until Roscoe was dead. And well.. There were far too many people that deserved to watch Roscoe die.
And Widow was only one of them.
>>> Date: 21 November 2021 <<<
>>> Location: Whalan, MN <<<
>>> On Camera <<<
âHow many of you know the difference between a âSociopathâ and a âPsychopathâ? One of you? Two? A handful of you? Iâm willing to bet that the number of you that know the difference is low. Not even in double digits. You see, clinically speaking, there is no difference. However, these descriptions are used interchangeably for people whoâve been diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Though, a âSociopathâ may be someone who only makes minor transgressions that donât cause serious harm or distress. But a âPsychopathâ? Theyâre described as someone who is physically violent. Someone who puts others in danger.â
âIâm the âPsychopathâ.â
The camera comes to life to see the Ascension Champ walking through the dark streets of Whalan. Sheâs dressed in, what appears to be, all black hunting attire. She has on a pair of black leather boots with fur lining the top. Then a pair of all black soft leather pants that are held together by a leather strap and tied at the hips with black leather strips. This gives way to a soft black leather long-sleeved tunic that hugs her upper body and allows for quick and quiet movement. Wrapped around her shoulders is a black fur cloak.
At her hips are weapons. One left hip is an axe. Carved within the metal of the blade is Old Norse Runes. And upon the wood of the handle are Bind Runes. On her right hip is a very nasty looking dagger. More Runes are etched into its blade and more Bind Runes upon its handle as well. Tucked into the sides of her boots are two more daggers.
She is walking west down Main Street.
âThere are four members of True Society in this Purge. And Iâm counting on a few people to come after each of us. Be it because weâre True Society⊠Or because we all hold belts that they want. Either way, be careful. That which you hunt may end up hunting you. You may see us as prey. But what you need to ask yourself is⊠Are we the prey? Or are you?â
âYou see, Iâve taken beatings; Iâve been stabbed; Iâve been ganged up on. And still⊠I hold my title. I keep adding to the legacy that Iâm building within Project: Honor. The Purge will be no different. Save for the new blood that will be added to it. And I will add to it.â
She keeps strolling idly down Main Street until she comes to Third Avenue. Where she takes a left. As she walked, she glanced to her left and right. Seeing the people of the town peeking out from their homes as she walked down the street.
âWhat do you think the people of Whalan see when they look at us? What do the people who watch us on a bi-weekly basis see when they look at us? Do they see the father who travels from city to city; country to country just to provide for his family? Or the single mom whoâs gone more than sheâs home just so she can put a meal on her kidâs table. Except⊠Lately, theyâve been seeing us. True Society. Theyâve been seeing what real champions look like. Not these cowards who canât be bothered to show up at a booked match because heâs too far down the road of alcoholism that heâs proving what Iâve been saying about him all along. Not people throwing hissy fits because they simply didnât bring their A-Game to a match, lost and then threatened to leave because âIâm being screwed over!ââ
She leans a bit closer to the camera.
âHereâs a hint⊠You werenât screwed over, your skill doesnât match the size of your ego.â
She straightened back up and kept right on walking down the street.
âThey donât want to see someone who has all the talent in the fucking world waste it on a has-been coward who canât stand it when they arenât in the spotlight. Especially when they have someone whoâs trying to show them just how special and talented they are!â
âThen you have people who keep making claims that theyâre going to walk away with my title, Sladeâs title⊠Hell, with every title that True Society holds. And to that I say⊠Bring it the fuck on! If you have balls big enough to come after us, you donât get to turn into a whiny cunt when youâre strung up between two posts, hung by your fucking wrists and your insides displayed for all to see. You donât get to then turn around and turn into a fuck boi that canât stand it that heâs lost, yet again, because you simply didnât bring your all to The Purge.â
âHow many of you can sit there and honestly say that youâve bled for the chance to even hold a belt; let alone actually walk away with one? Thatâs the one thing I can say about the people who Iâve made bleed. About the people whose blood has been painted on the Ascension belt. But how many of you actually have scars or injuries from doing everything in your fucking power to hold-on to that title?â
âCan you, Bishop? What about you, Petey? Or you, Julius? How many scars can you count on your body? How much blood have you spilled? Be it from your own body or that of others? Do any of you really have the stomach to do what it takes to keep building a legacy? The type of legacy Iâve been building? The only one thatâs even come close to that here in Project: Honor is Elena. And then Syndicate came along and well, we see how that played out.â
She pauses in her walking for a minute and a ghostly smile forms.
âHmmm, now thatâs someone Iâd love to share a ring with.â
She looks around the area and tilts her head slightly. Seeing that sheâs come to the spot that sheâs been looking for, she turns and heads towards the river.
âSee, I donât think any of you have what it takes. I donât think any of you truly have the stomach to do what it is I do⊠What Iâve done. Be it in the ring; or outside of it. Do you know what itâs like to leave a trail of broken bodies and bloodlust in your wake across the world? Not a single one of you can begin to fathom the shit Iâve seen; the shit Iâve done.â
âYou wanna come for my life? You had best pray to whatever fucking God you believe in. Because I can promise you.. Odinn is, and has always been, with me. The blood I spill at The Purge will be in His honor. In HIS name!â
Once she reaches the field just before the river, she smiles as she sees her Pakke there. Many of the Wolves have gathered by the riverâs edge and built a pyre. All along the outside of the pyre, forming a circle around it, were torches. A few feet away from the pyre is an altar. Upon that altar are various crystals, bones and herbs. Candles are upon it, unlit. In the middle of the altar is a wolfâs skull and a bowl.
Just off to her left was the sound of an animal. One that sounded like it was in distress. Just before she stepped into the circle, she quickly shed her weapons. Then came her clothes. Until she stood just outside of the circle completely naked.
Someone then came to stand before her, dagger in their hand, âHow do you enter this circle?â
Robi smiled, âWith perfect Love and perfect Trust.â
The person with the dagger makes a type of invisible âdoorwayâ to allow her to enter. She then steps over the âthresholdâ and the person recloses the circle. Robi then makes her way over to the altar and picks up the athame that lays before the wolfâs skull.
Raising it up, she calls out, âOdinn, All Father, I invoke Thee! Guide me, your Chosen Daughter. Lend me your strength and guide me with your wisdom.â From the darkness, someone approaches with an animal. A young male deer. Robi turns around, athame in hand, and approaches the animal. âI invoke Thee and give to You this sacrifice of Blood and Life!â
She then takes the athame and drags it across the throat of the deer and doesnât even flinch as the deerâs blood splashes upon her nude body. Coating her entire front. Two others emerge from the darkness with big bowls in hand and place them under the deerâs neck to catch as much blood as possible. As the deer falls to its knees, Robi moves over to its side and plunges the athame into its heart. Softly whispering to it as it finally letâs go of itâs life.
Robi then stands and makes her way to the altar as the two with the bowls join her on either side. She picks up a smaller bowl and the two pour a small amount of blood from each of their bowls into the smaller one. Robi then lifts the smaller bowl up to the sky and calls out, âAll Father! I invoke Thee! Freyja, Mother to Us All! I invoke Thee! I bear this gift of Blood and Life to You as a testament of my Loyalty. I give my Oath to you with blood spilledâŠâ She pours the smaller bowl of blood onto the wolfâs skull, â...And Life taken!â
She then sets the bowl down and steps away from the altar. The one that brought the deer to itâs sacrifice stepped forth and began to light the candles upon the altar. The two with the bowls lift them up high above Robiâs head and she lifts her face to the night sky. Once her eyes are closed, the two bowls of deerâs blood are then poured over Robiâs entire body.
Once the blood is coating her body, she lifts her hands up and calls out, âI invoke You, All Father! Pray, lend me your strength and wisdom to defeat mine enemies!â As she spoke these last words, the fire that burned in the pyre, and the candles on the altar, began to jump and dance.
As if to answer her, the sound of wolves baying at the moon could be heard. Then the sound of ravens crying out into the night quickly followed the howling. And then something happened that no one else, save Robi, heard.
She heard laughter in the darkness.
Druâs laughter.
She turned, naked and covered in blood, and smiled darkly at the camera.
âAnd to everyone else, I give you the same warning that I give everyoneâŠ.â
She leans forward slightly, growling lowly, that smile growing even darker.
â...RunâŠâ
And as the camera began to pull out, Robi began to chant in Old Norse and raised her hands up to the night sky.
And the camera goes black.
