Post by Adelaide Ainsworth on Oct 14, 2019 14:44:05 GMT -5
Scene I: The Admonishing of Adelaide Ainsworth
[Entering ‘The Don’s’ office, Adelaide Ainsworth; dressed in her finest pair of ripped denim jeans, faded black of course; her favourite “2Pac” t-shirt, oversized and from the “All Eyez on Me” merchandise range. She takes a half-finished cigarette from her mouth and flicks across the room.]
“Respect. Is something you could learn young Adelaide.”
[Normally, Addy would lose her mind over being called Adelaide. But this was the big dog, ‘Don’ Gino Bigliani. Of course, he was in his trademark white suit with black shirt and tie. He always wore that.]
“Earn it.”
[Addy always spits back at the Big Dog.Gino points at the vacant chair that sits in front of opulent mahogany desk, that dominates his equally opulent office - all his furniture crafted from the finest dark mahogany that money can buy. Ainsworth, takes her direction and plops herself down on the seat the way disrespectful teenager would take position in front of a school principal.]
“You made a mistake, young Adelaide.”
“What’s that, Big Dog?”
“You left Tsang breathing.”
“So?”
“Well. He is sitting in a hospital bed recovering from injuries - that can only come from your twisted mind.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly, you are just lucky that White Leon and Young Dean convinced him to tell the story that he got himself hooked up on the handlebars of a bicycle to avoid crashing into a truck.”
“Guess it ain’t no fuckin’ thing, then.”
[Ignoring her cursing.]
“It’s always a thing, Adelaide. Injuries have to be easy explainable or you have to make sure bodies disappear. We don’t want the potential of unnecessary questions in our business.”
“Fuck it.”
“Not the attitude, lady. And while you are in my employment. You will work to my rules.”
“Fuckin employment? Fuck that. Ya fuckin own me.”
“It’s your debt to pay.”
“I should fuckin neck ya, Big Dog.”
“Adelaide, Adelaide. You could try and with your skills you may succeed. But someone will replace me and they know to keep you alive because we value what you can do for us.”
[Adelaide spits at Gino. He wipes his face.]
“They day you learn control is the day you are dangerous.”
“Fuck that. I’d rather cut maggots and let the fuckin crows eat em.”
“That’s fine, but not where they can be found.”
[Adelaide goes to leave. But she stops herself and looks at Gino.]
“Can I get outta this wrestling shit?”
“No. Jackie wants you there - you are there. That’s my nephew’s orders.”
[Addy smiles, almost satanically.]
“Good. Then I’mma kill Trapcunt and gut that other blonde giraffe bitch.”
“Control, Adelaide, control.”
Scene II: Ashes of the Madhouse.
[She is wearing a faded black denim jeans and a ridiculously bright pink t-shirt. Adelaide is sitting on a wooden stool in the middle of a burned out building. The structure has become ashes, the last remaining evidence that something stood on these grounds is a blackened stone wall that stands in defiance of the destruction that has fallen around it. Adelaide scrapes her shoeless feet through the charred remains on which she sits. Adelaide smirks devilishly and reaches around behind her and pulls lifts a sign and looks at it before reading the words that are written on it.]
“Gregory International Mental Institution.”
[Addy discards the sign callously.]
“Oh shit.”
[Addy laughs.]
“That’s… that’s… Yeh it fuckin is.”
“And here I am fuckin’ sittin on a fuckin stool on a pile of fuckin ashes. Heard they didn’t find no fuckin bodies in this fuckin rubble either.”
“Fuckin pity.”
“Szalinski. I fuckin told ya that if I didn’t take what I fuckin wanted the first time. I’d keep comin back til I fuckin got it. And guess what bitch. I’m fuckin back. Hell, if it wasn’t for that bedazzled motherfucker with a stupid fuckin hat then I probably wouldn’t be comin back through the front door of your fuckin madhouse - because I’d already be wearin that gold. But bygones are bygones and I’ll be dealin with that fuckin shit in my own way, and it ain’t about you. This fuckin week is bout you and me and me takin that precious fuckin metal from around ya waist and puttin it round mine. Game on slut.”
[Addy bends and picks up some of the charred remains. She lets the ashes fall through her fingers.]
“It works like this, bitch. Last time, you got pushed to ya fuckin limits by me, a crazy motherfucker who was steppin foot into the ring for the very fuckin first time. This time - the fuckin limits ain’t gonna matter, because I am gonna take ya right tha fuck apart. Last time, ya find a fuckin way to get over the fuckin finish line with a little assist from the cunt in stripes. This time - it don’t matter who the fuck is standing in the ring with ya, or if there is anyone at all. Coz, I like fuckin said before and I will fuckin remind ya again - when I see somethin I fuckin want - I fuckin take it.”
“Simple. As. That.”
“So when the Bad Moon rises, bitch, you in for a world of fuckin hurt. And lemme tell ya - I’m gonna enjoy bein the one that’s inflictin all that fuckin hurt upon ya. It’s gonna make me fuckin smile to see ya fuckin cry and beg for fuckin mercy. And see this fuckin time ain’t like last fuckin time either. Last time, there were fuckin rules we had to play by… this time there ain’t no fuckin rules that need to played by. And this plays exactly into my hands, bitch. I don’t do fuckin rules well. Never have, never fuckin intend to either. They’re too fuckin inhibitin. That strangle me fuckin creativity. Last time, bitch, ya got fuckin lucky. This time - ya’ll be fuckin lucky to leave the buildin’ alive.”
[Addy looks around, and speaks with a giggle.]
“Sorta like the cunts that used ta live here.”
[She looks down at her blackened hands.]
“I’m fuckin sure ya already figured it out, but I ain’t afraid ta get me hands dirty when it comes ta gettin shit done. I fuckin like tha dirty game. I like ta be the one in the centre of the fuckin action - it’s why I am in the fuckin predicament that I’m fuckin in. But this fuckin predicament has put ya right in my fuckin path Szalinski. It’s makin ya the way that I gotta get fuckin dirty with - and I ain’t lookin for no fuckin lezzo threesome with you and ya missus either. When I’m talkin dirty - I’m talkin bout takin ya apart piece by fuckin piece. I’m talkin about fuckin inflctin pain in ways that even ya fuckin crazy ass ain’t thought about. I’m talkin about taking bits of ya fuckin body without no fuckin painkillers… the shit they normally do in a fuckin surgery… I’ll do in the fuckin ring… And all those fuckin bits I take… I’ll sell em to the fuckin Chinese and make a tidy profit of your fuckin body parts.
[Addy laughs.]
“Yeh. I know I’m fuckin gettin ahead o’meself when it comes to it. But gimme a chance and a dark fuckin alley - ya can have no fuckin doubt that that’s whats gonna happen to a fuckin slut like you.”
“And ya know why the fuck I am back here, don’cha, slut? Ain’t got nothin ta do with takin a fuckin hammer to me head. No, bitch, it’s all ta do with what I can fuckin do for the Trinity Wrestlin fuckin audience. I fuckin sell. Have fuckin sold since the moment I got pushed through the fuckin door - sure ya wanna fuckin deny it - just like ya fuckin tried ta do last time we stepped into this fuckin shit last time round. Don’t fuckin matter. I fuckin sell. Little fuckin boys wanna fuck me, straight gals fuckin hate me because I fuck their men better they do and they dyke fuckin sluts want because their face between my legs and taste my juices on their faces. And ya fuckin hate that, don’cha slut? Ya fuckin hate it that a foul mouth don’give’a fuck daughter of a bitch like me made the motherfuckin masses sit up’n take notice quicker that ya did. The fuckin daughter of fuckin legends… had to fuck slave just to get a fuckin cheer… not me. I walked in… walked out… the whole fuckin world sat up took fuckin notice of Addy Fuckin A. And ya got fuckin jealous. Ya got fuckin mad.”
[Adelaide licks her lips.]
“And I fuckin loved it.”
“Fuckin loved it from the moment I put me foot inta the back of ya fuckin head. From that moment the crowd was makin more noise for me than it has EVER fuckin made for ya slutty fuckin dyke cunt.”
“And I know ya fuckin hated it.”
[Addy reaches and picks the discarded sign holding it on her lap she highlights the sign as a game show hostess would selling prizes to contestants.]
“Coz ya fuckin came here.”
“Ya fuckin came here and changed ya whole fuckin schtick up. I flipped ya fuckin trigger better Laurel when her tongue hits ya fuckin clit.”
“Bitch, ya went from talkin yaself up and makin out like the world actually gives a shit bout ya fuckin story - which they fuckin don’t ya fuckin delusional bitch.”
“Ha.”
“I get it - Madwoman.”
“Fuck that, that weren’t me fuckin point, just a humorous fuckin sidenote. Before I fuckin stepped in ya fuckin path ya mad fuckin mind was talkin about passion and fuckin desire, makin ya last fucking stand and conquerin ya fuckin fears like I fuckin mean somethin.”
“Then ya fuckin changed ya shit up - ya suddenly got violent - stompin ya feet and actin all tough - ya know tryin ta be me - cept with a mask on face and a face on ya cunt. Tryin ta act like ya don’t fuckin care bout what the unwashed fuckin masses think bout ya. Bitch get real - ya walked inta the buildin talkin bout ya third generation fuckin legacy. Ya can lie ta me, ya can lie ta them, but don fuckin ta yaself that ya don’t give a shit bout the adulation of the cunts in the crowd.”
“Ya want them fuckin cheers.”
“Ya fuckin beg for em.”
“Prolly more than ya beg for Laurel’s big black fuckin strapon that ya both call Barry.”
[Addy drops the sign and stands.]
“Bitch, when Bad Moon Risin comes the fuck around I’m gonna burn ya title reign ta the fuckin ground just like this fuckin buildin. I’m gonna stand on toppa ya fuckin corpse just like these fuckin ashes.”
[Addy walks forward.]
“Szalinski, come fuckin Bad Moon Risin ya pain’ll be fuckin real not just in ya fuckin head.”
“If ya think Clausen throwin ya brother of tha fuckin stage at Sin was somethin ta worry about. Ya fuckin wrong, bitch. When I’m all fuckin done with ya, that fuckin stage toss of Clausen’s will look like a leisurely fuckin walk in tha park compared ta what I’m gonna do ta you, slut.”
“Ya’ll fuckin bleed.”
“Ya’ll fuckin lose ya eyesight.”
“Ya’ll fuckin stop breathin”
“But mosta fuckin all ya won’t be a champion no more.”
“Because I see what I want and I fuckin take it.”
“Samuel Little ain’t got fuckin shit on me.”
Scene III: Still Standing
[Addy stands in front of steel gates. Behind them, a malevolent structure that dominates all around it. The sign on the gates reads:]
Gregory International Mental Institution
“Hey Bitch - just fuckin with ya.”
[Addy laughs.]
“But, I’m still gonna break ya. Still gonna take tha title for me fuckin self, leave ya wrecked on the fuckin floor and beggin for ya world ta be ended.”
“Game Over Slut”