Post by Adelaide Ainsworth on Oct 18, 2019 6:19:24 GMT -5
Scene I: Split Personalities
Las Vegas [Black Leon bursts into ‘Don’ Gino Bigliano’s office with a little more force than someone of his standing really should do.] “Apologies, Don. But I have news I must tell you.” [The Don is sitting behind his desk in his white suit combination, while sitting in front of the desk in a chair facing The Don is Jackie Bigliani, his nephew.] “As you can see Leon, Jackie and I are discussing business. You understand not to interrupt us for trivial matters.” “I understand, Don.” [Jackie turns around from his chair.] “Adelaide has been arrested in New York. She’s in Rikers now." [Jackie looks at Black Leon and back at The Don, before returning his attention to the messenger.] “You can go now, Leon. Thank You.” [Leon exits the Don’s office and closes the closes door behind him. Jackie turns back to the Don who is staring at him.] “She was in New York because of your obsession with wrestling. You know she has control issues. Now, one of our best assets has eyes and ears on her. They will push her. They will probe her. Can we trust her?” [Jackie looks upon the Don apologetically.] “Yes, Don. Adelaide can be trusted. For she hates the Police more than she hates us. There is not a person in the land that could get her roll. For all of her flaws, being a snitch would not be one of them.” [The Don leans forward onto his desk to assert his authority over his nephew.] “She wouldn’t do it even for revenge?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Good. I’m sure I can afford to lose the manpower that it would take to keep her down and then get rid of her.” “She won’t be a problem, Don. I will make sure of it.” [The Don slumps back into his chair, more relaxed.] “That’s right! You will make sure of it. You brought her into our family when you couldn’t help but fuck her. You lost my neice when she caught you fucking her.” [The Don leans forward again.] “I still haven’t forgiven you for that Jackie. I won’t. You must remember that three things are keeping you alive. One. My niece said death was not a punishment. Two. You keep a watch on the loose cannon that Adelaide Ainsworth and three, Adelaide Ainsworth is the best as what she does in the organisation. Your wet dreams about wrestling, I care not for but I will grant your fantasies. But, remember this - if Adelaide Ainsworth brings this organisation down. You will be sharing stories with the horseman of Sleepy Hollow. Do you understand?” [Jackie has taken position of submission in regards to the The Don.] “Yes, I understand, Don.” “Good. Now organise our people to get her out of that putrid hole that is Riker’s.” “Yes, Don.” [Jackie stays seated in position for a moment too long.] “Now!” [The booming authoritarian voice from the Don pushes Jackie Bigliani into action with most haste as he jumps from the chair and exits the office as quickly as Black Leon originally bust in.] “Shut the DOOR!” [Jackie closes the door behind himself.] | Rikers Island [Inside the small interview room on a metal chair sits Adelaide Ainsworth. She is currently handcuffed to a metal table, across from her are two empty metal chairs, behind those empty chairs is a two-way mirror. Adelaide is still in her wrestling gear from Bad Moon Rising, poking out from one of her halter straps is a tuft of red hair. She is making stupid faces at the mirror, while she sits there alone and in silence.] “Stop fuckin keepin me waitin cunts.” [She starts rocking on her chair, banging the steel legs against the concrete floor to making as much noise as possible.] “Get me a fuckin smoke at least ya fuckin maggots.” [She starts banging her fists on the table and starts laughing, at the point the door open and two fat detectives in glasses and suits walk. One walks over to Adelaide and releases her handcuffs. The other sits down in front of Ainsworth, wordlessly.] “So you’re Dumb Cop?” [Adelaide says looking at the one who undid her handcuffs.] “And your fuckin Tough Cop?”” [Adelaide laughs in the face of the tough cop sitting opposite her Dumb Cop sits next to Tough Cop. Tough Cop is the first to speak.] “Ms. Ainsworth we’d like to ask you some questions about what happened in New York.” “Lawyer.” “We know about certain associates and you need to tell us or you will be in a lot of trouble, ma’am” “Fuckin lawyer.” [Dumb Cop tries his luck.] “We are just trying to help you help yourself.” “I said I want a fuckin lawyer ya dumb fuckin maggot.” [Tough Cop gets tough by slamming his palms down on the table.] “You can go away for a long time, Adelaide. We have you dead to rights.” [Addy laughs.] “You think this is funny?” “Fuck yeh.” [Tough cop stands up and towers over Ainsworth trying to intimidate.] “Ya fuckin funny, ya fat fuck.” “Really? Why?” “See it this way all ya fuckin got on me are some trumped up fuckin bullshit charges outta the Trinity Wrestlin shit. Now, when me lawyer gets he and I front a judge all that fuckin shit is gonna get tossed because it’s misdemeanour fuckin shit and T-Dub has a fuckin sanctioned event licence so ya piggies in fuckin blue overstepped there fuckin bounds.” “I think you have the facts wrong Ms. Ainsworth.” “No I fuckin don’t. So ya might as well sit ya fuckin fat ass back in that fuckin seat piggie. Because, quite simply ya ain’t got shit. Ya already let bitch I came in here with go cause ya fuckin know those charges gonna be dropped after ya waste taxpayer fuckin money.” [Tough cop sits down and Dumb Cop leans forward.] “I think you may be misconstruing the situation here, Ms. Ainsworth. We want to know about Las Vegas.” “Lawyer. Fuck Ya.” [The door opens and a well dressed gentleman walks in. Adelaide stands up and walks out with him, as she exits the room she turns to the two detectives.] “Adios, fuckers.” |
Scene II: Riding Cars with Lawyers
[The gentleman in the fine suit is sitting next Adelaide Ainsworth. They are in the back of a car with a divider between the driver and passengers.]
“Ms. Ainsworth. I have made sure that all charges against you have been taken care of and you won’t have any further legal matters regarding your melee with Ms. Szalinski”
[Adelaide is dreamily smelling a tuft of red hair, not really paying attention to her rescuer.]
“Ms. Ainsworth?”
“MS AINSWORTH!”
[She is shaken from her daydream.]
“What fuck ya? No need ta fuckin yell, hey?”
“Were you listening to what I told you.”
“Somethin about no fuckin charges.”
“Yes. Our employer would also like to know that you kept our best interests at heart while dealing with the police officers of New York.”
“Huh? Oh. Nah I ain’t fuckin said shit. Lawyer all the fuck that came outta my mouth. And tellin em they were dumb shit. Sides I ain’t got nothin ta worry bout other gettin me hands on some bitches that need ta be taught correct.”
[She inhales deeply on the tuft of red hair in her hand.]
Scene III: Shooting Shit
“Whoa. That fucker stinks bad. Gotta stop eatin fuckin Tacos with so much fuckin chilli.”
[Addy shakes her ass with a little wiggle because she has an uncomfortable itch.]
“Oww. Burnt a fuckin bit too.”
[She pauses and runs back into the cubicle.]
“Oh fuck not done.”
[Addy quickly pulls her pants down and sits herself done on the porcelain.]
BRAAAAPP!
SPLASH!
BRAAAP!
SPLASH!
“Fuckin hell.”
[Addy positions her mobile camera phone on the back of the cubicle and holds in place with her chewing gum.]
“Fuckers. Sorta fuckin poetic right now. Got shit fuckin opponents in a shit fuckin city in a shit fuckin state on the next fuckin Sin. Might have shit fuckin partners too because they probably just wanna fuck or kill each other over the fuckin finish to Bad Moon Risin. So I’m just gonna do what I gotta do.”
“Which fucker I gonna shit on first. How bout that cute lookin virgin boy Miles A.Way. Ya folks got a shit sense a humour, kid. Heard ya fucking fam got even dumber fuckin names. Poor fuckin sap ya are. Using webcams and shit to record shitty videos actin like a so fuckin cool. Newsflash, dickwad - ya ain’t fuckin ya the fuckin nerdy fuckin kid with glasses that stick his nose up the teacher’s ass in the playground boz people like me take ya fuckin lunch money. And flush ya fuckin head down the fuckin toilet - when we’ve done big dirty turds like the one underneath right now. Fuckin stinks - just like ya fuckin own wrestlin ability. Fuckin pussy. "
[Addy spits a glob of phlegm on the floor at her feet.]
“Ya a fuckin mystery prize winner too aren’t ya. Well let me tell ya what ya fuckin mystery prize is maggot. It’s me - getting me big pink fuckin dildo, the fourteen inch fuckin anaconda that I own and slippin in to my strapon belt and fuckin ya straight up ya fuckin asshole. I’ll fuckin cum just listenin to ya squeal like a pig.”
“SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
“Squealin like a fuckin pg, nothin somes up American fuckin freedon more than cept maybe that fucker Action fuckin Jackson. Motherfucker runnin all red white and blue and shit. Fuck that. The best place to find freedom motherfucker is all the end of my fuckin blade. That’s freedom motherfucker. Ya know whos gonna find freedom motherfucker, that maggot Trapcunt… gonna gut him like a squealin pig. Fuck ya Jack Jackson. Ya’ll fuckin ya freedom Jack - in tha fuckin find in the fuckin morgue.”
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!
“Just like the blonde fuckin giraffe bitch ya teamin with fuckin Kay Pee En. Stupid bitch with the fuckin stupid fuckin hypenated bullshit fuckin name, Ya just had ta fuckin do right didn’t ya. Shoulda just minded ya own fuckin business and stayed the fuck out a mine. Ya would just been a fuckin innocent bystander who kept who eyes closed and her mouth shit. The way fuckin people should be. But ya had to be some fuckin hero save the fuckin day like Batgirl or some shit. This ain’t a fuckin comic book, cunt. In this fuckin world when a fuckin hero steps where she fuckin shouldn’t she gets dead and that’s what’s gonna fuckin happen to ya. I’m gonna send the fuckin way of the fuckin dina’saur.”
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!
“But first, bitch I’m gonna take a lock of that pretty fuckin blonde hair and take a fuckin trophy. I’m gonna sniff while i play with me fuckin clit in me alone time. I’m gonna make meself come knowin I cut you up better than a butcher cuts up a fuckin pig. That’s what I’m gonna do and I am gonna fuckin love it. I can’t fuckin wait to watch ya fuckin bleed on the canvas - and not from ya fuckin rags either slut.”
“Sin is gonna be fuckin chaos coz I’m gonna make it fuckin chaos. Just coz I fuckin can. Claus and Abbi just fuckin fight or fuck don’t fuckin care but I’m gonn gut the rest like fuckin fish.”