OOC: Hard permission to use John Austin)

"Royals"


Time, does anyone really know What it is or what it means? They say Time is a dimension in which events can be ordered from the past through the present into the future, and also the measure of durations of events and the intervals between them. Time has long been a major subject of study in religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a manner applicable to all fields without circularity has consistently eluded scholars. Some simple, relatively uncontroversial definitions of time include "time is what clocks measure and "time is what keeps everything from happening at once.

But does time really heal the broken heart? Does it heal wounds and scars that are down deep within? Time is so important yet it is the one thing that everyone wastes. Life only gives you a certain amount of time on this world before you either go to an afterlife or rot in a hole or whatever. That view all depends on what you believe but that is not what is important here. What is important is what you do with the time you have. How you manage it and how you use the little you have. Will you let time heal you or will you let it take it’s toll and slowly drive you insane as you dwell on thing and situations and the pain and hurt and scars you get over the time you have.

The camera is now in the house and there is a door shut and you hear muffled screams as you hear a whip cracking over and over. The camera man is scared to open the door but wonders what is going on in there. What is she doing to John Austin? Is she hurting him? What could have her wanting to do this to one of XWF’s top stars? After a while the whipping sound stops and you can hear a few sobs then some moans. The camera man knocks over a plant and it makes a loud noise. Christine comes to the door and opens it. You can’t see anything in the room as she quickly closes it so no one sees her captive in the room.

She glares at the camera man as he is shaking looking at the fiery red head standing there with now a crop in her hand. She smacks the hand of the camera man that is not holding the camera and tilts her head as she looks at him. A evil looking smirk crosses her face as she steps closer to the man. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she starts walking around the camera man. He looks so nervous at her. Christine didn’t have much on as far as clothing. Pretty much just her bra and underwear and a pair of 6 inch high heels. She then takes the camera from his hands and turns it on the name. He looks shocked.

Camera Man: Hey… You… you can’t do…

Christine: SILENCE! This is my dungeon and you're not allowed to speak unless I say you can!

She then hits the man and he crumbles to his knees. She smirks as she watches him fall.

Christine: You want to film… then you wait in there… WE will be right out!

She slips back in the room and shuts the door. You hear mumbles and groans as John and Christine are in there. The camera man goes in the other room as instructed just as the door opens and Christine comes out with John following. He still has his collar on as he sits down in a chair and puts her on his lap. John had clear scratch marks and bruises and even whip marks now braising his chest and back as he was once again in his blue jeans and a pyramid studded belt around his waist. He wraps his arms around her as she was now in a robe and still in her underwear on his lap. She turns to look John in the eye as they share a passionate kiss before she looks at the camera man.

Christine: On thing you need to learn little boy is you don’t just come barging in and expecting me to just drop everything for you. You are nothing but a worthless little piss ant. You don’t come in the spiders domain unless you are invited. I didn’t invite you so as soon as this is over… YOU ARE LEAVING! Otherwise… you won’t like the fate I will bestow on you.

She takes a deep breath and smirks.

Christine: I guess you are wanting my thoughts on this match. Well one… I don’t give a flying fuck what the two little boys I am facing have to say. They can talk all the shit they want… it won’t change the outcome. It won’t change the fact that I will be handing them their asses. Hell I might handle Ezekiel ass to Scott or visa versa. Whatever it is… I know they are both going to under estimate me. They are both going to look at me as easy. They are both going to think this is a piece of cake.

She laughs evilly as John smiles as he looks at her. He runs his hand thru her hair as she closed her eyes enjoying his touch.

Cameraman: Don’t you care that Ezekiel Carter-Williams V wants to attack you to get to John. He wants you to suffer for him. He wants to go as far as infect you with Aids?

Christine: ENOUGH! I don’t care what the jackass says. Let him try… he won’t succeed. You see, it is all mind games.

Cameraman: But he said it isn’t games… he is dead serious. He wants to hurt you and cause you pain that you would never know. He wants to turn your return… into a nightmare. He wants to hurt you until Austin comes to your aid.

Christine: He don’t know me. He don’t know what I have been thru. He don’t know the pain I have lived thru. He don’t know jack shit. He thinks he does. He thinks he knows everything he needs to know about his match. But… in reality… what he thinks he knows. What he thinks will help him… it isn’t worth a damn thing.

Christine turns to look at John as she starts to speak

Christine: You see that loverboy he is obsessed with the fact that you are better then him in the ring, so he wants to make treats towards me that he knows he won’t be able to cash in on because he will be embarrassed at the fact he lost to a deranged psychopathic woman like myself.

John nods as he continues to run his hand in her hair. She then looks back at the cameraman.

Christine: You see, John has faced him before. Granted it wasn’t one on one and I think that is what this little pussy wants. But what he wants… and what he gets…

She leans towards the camera.

Christine: It is two different things. You see, I have had threats like this before. I have had people walk all over me. I have had people use me and think they can control me. What they don’t know… is I am beyond that now. I am what I am cause that is what I have been made by the idiots in this world.

Cameraman: Oh you mean like Ezekiel Carter-Williams V rumored love affair with Micah Jacobs?

At that moment, Christine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body shook and for the first time, John was watching his girlfriend turn into the monster deep inside her. She took another deep breath and rolled her head around as you could hear it go pop as she did. She then opens her eyes and stares at the camera man who had seen her do this before. He started to shake and panic as he tries to hold the camera steady looking at her. At that moment, John figured out, this wasn’t Christine on his lap anymore. She turns to look at him with a tilt in her head and a evil smirk on her face. John gave her a smile and a nod as she pats the side of his face… but hard enough for it to be red. He flinched at the hard pats before she turns to look back at the shivering cameraman. She then rambled.

Twisted Angel: I've never seen a diamond in the flesh. I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies. And I'm not proud of my address, In a torn-up town, no postcode envy. But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom. Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room, We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece. Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash. We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

Cameraman looked confused. What the hell was she talking about? Who was she referring to? Was it about her relationship with John? Was this something referring to Matt? Was this talking about the match? What was she talking about? He couldn’t figure out, but then again… he never could figure out her. Hell he didn’t know why the company would always send him to the nut cases that worked in the company. And for him… she was too craziest he had dealt with in a while.

Twisted Angel: Oh Lord… don’t they own any other damn cameraman. Hell he could do a better job than a worthless piece of shit like you and he isn’t even a cameraman. In Fact, he makes a damn good little toy to play with. But then again… punishments can be bittersweet. But oh they are so much fun. To bad my last little pet didn’t agree but boy did he deserve it.

She smirks again and tilts her head as her eyes get narrow and she stare directly at the camera.

Twisted Angel: So, I hear one of the two assholes broke his silence. He seems to think he can beat the Twisted Angel. He thinks he can infest me with the damn disease he got himself for being a fucking druggie. Why don’t you tell me Zeke… how much have you fucken paided for the damn meth? How much have you paid for Hooker and tramps and anyone that would do a little trick for you. How much have you paid to keep your fucking slut of a sister from getting fucking killed by her so called boyfriend.

The smirk leaves her face as she leans even closer to the camera. So close the cameraman can get a good look at her package under her bra. You can see the fire in her eyes as she rambles once again.

Twisted Angel: And we'll never be royals (whispers) royals. (Whisper) It don't run in our blood, That kind of luxe just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your rule, (Whispers) ruler, (Normal) you can call me queen Bee. And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule. Let me live that fantasy.

She looks back at John and then the camera.

Twisted Angel: Baby, I’ll rule… I will rule over Scott, I will rule over John, and I will rule over you. You see, you are looking at royalty. You are looking at mastery. You are looking at the queen of the Twisted… the queen of the Insanity. The Queen of the Dark and complex. You want to tangle… you want to play… I am not the queen of heart. I am not the queen of spades or the queen of England. NO I am The Twisted Queen, and I am here to rule.

She leans back against John and loops her finger in the little ring on his collar as she turn and bites bottom lip causing it to bleed. She licks the blood off his lip as she kisses him as if they were going to make out right there in front of the camera. She then turns and looks at the camera again and rambles.

Twisted Angel: My friends and I—we've cracked the code. We count our dollars on the train to the party. And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this, We didn't come from money. But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom. Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room, We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece. Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash, We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

She tilts her head and looks at the camera and smirks again.

Twisted Angel: You're jealous aren’t you Zeke? You don’t like the fact that John has someone in his life and that someone is just powerful and strong enough to kick your ass from one end of that God Forsaken ring to the other. The question is… are you ready? Are you prepared to face the demons from hell. The demons that you ingest into your body daily. The demons that have cause you to suffer a long and grueling and miserable and slow death? Are you ready to face the unknown? Are you ready to face the one and the only Twisted Insanity that live inside this body? Zeke… I am coming for you. I am coming to claim your soul and I am coming to make you pay for your crimes… your sins.

She rolls her head again as she rambles one more times. Not caring who or what anyone in the room thought and especially the two men she was facing.

Twisted Angel: And we'll never be royals (whispers) royals. (Normal) It don't run in our blood, That kind of luxe just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler (Whispers) ruler, (Normal) You can call me queen Bee. And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule. Let me live that fantasy.

She looks again.

Twisted Angel: Oh and Scotty… I haven’t forgot about you. Oh no… not one little bit. No sweetums. You see… I am going to finish the job set before me that this lovely hunk here couldn’t finish. I will destroy you. I will make you suffer. You see, I know the stories of what John here has done to you. I know about him poking out a eye. SO I know you are at a huge disadvantage.

She smirks once again and she pulls slightly on the collar. She looks at John as she rambles once again running her other hand thru his hair.

Twisted Angel: We're bigger than we ever dreamed, And I'm in love with being queen. Life is great without a care We aren't caught up in your love affair.

She once again kisses him before she continues.

Twisted Angel: And I will finish that job. I will take care of business. I will divide and conquer and I will once and for all prove what the Twisted One is all about. Won’t I?

He nods as she lets go of his collar. He rubs his red neck as she rambles one last time as she closed her eyes and slowly slipped back into Christine.

Twisted Angel: And we'll never be royals (Whispers) royals. (Normal) It don't run in our blood. That kind of luxe just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler (Whispers) ruler, (Normal) You can call me queen Bee. And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule. Let me live that fantasy.

Christine opens her eyes looking at the cameraman as he couldn’t react to what he saw. It was nothing he had ever seen before. She stands up and extends a hand to John.

Christine: Could you be a dear and show the man to the door hun. Then maybe I will reward you for being such a good boy.

She pinches John’s cheek and smacks his ass as he escorts the cameraman to the door, but as the door was closing… we could hear Christine ordering John to report back to the bedroom. The door locks and the camera fades to black.