| A Legacy Hair---HERE!; IKT - Round 1 vs Jessica Hendrix | |
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| Business | Dec 31 2016, 05:24 PM Post #1 |
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SAT - DEC - 24 - 2016 [NOT RECORDING] Holidays. Pleasant times. Glorious moments. Everlasting memories. That is usually what goes hand in hand with this time of year, every year without fail. There’s the last minute hustle and bustle of many gathering the few gifts left on the list. Kids plead to the big man in the jolly red suit one last time. Those in the snowier parts of the world use trepidation on the roads not wanting this Christmas to be a disaster. Milwaukee being one of those many places known for a great white christmas Arkia Fisk-Jones and her husband Thomas Jacob, also known around the world as Tj Jones, already settled their Christmas present work early in the month. No last minute hustle just the pleasure of relaxing. Their triplets, Stella Marie, Thomas IV, and May Lynn, less than a month away from their 2nd birthdays are all over the floor playing with the array of toys they’ve collected in the living room. Long done with their Santa pictures and still unable to fully communicate what is on their wishlists. These moments a stark contrast compared to the last time Phoenix Wrestling fans saw the recently inducted Hall of Famer Arkia Fisk-Jones in action. A face of focused fury is now a face of prideful protectiveness over her three ‘gremlins’. The aura of danger that would follow her now a calm serene ambiance. Inside of her compound with her family she’s in her comfort zone. Not known for the week to week grind of performing city to city. No longer living that life that she’d lived for years. Now, she’s a mother, a trainer, owner of numerous successful businesses, and a confidant for many of the young stars surrounding the wrestling world. That’s always the catchy thing about the life no matter how far you stray from it, somehow it calls back to you. Laying in her husband’s arms Arkia gives a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll be right back.” Then gets up and heads to the nearest bathroom as nature called to her. One of the many things currently in the forefront or her mind, Phoenix Wrestling’s Iron King tournament. She placed her name in the fray in the last minute but it was something she’d been thinking about doing since Redemption 100. The fanfare she and her husband received returning to their roots. Where they both rose their name to fame worldwide. She couldn’t shake it the moment stuck with her and she had to be honest she missed it. As much as she enjoyed bringing up the wrestling stars of the future and watching her businesses thrive before her eyes there’s something about those bright lights and screaming fans. There’s something about the glory of being in the squared circle a place where only a few are truly successful while everyone else wades in the water attempting to find themselves. She’s known herself, she’s known herself for a very long time. Now there’s the question if she can tarnish that legacy. The few appearances she’s made since leaving the Phoenix Wrestling ring. Her somewhat successful run in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, a lackluster overall view in the reboot of Action Packed Wrestling, her last two appearances although skillful ended in defeat. Has Arkia Fisk become the Kobe Bryant of the wrestling world? Extending herself just a little bit too far to the point where the decline is evident. Is it time for Business to stick to business outside the ring? The many questions swirl like crazy as she sits on her porcelain throne looking out into the distance in front of her. Relieving herself she looks over at the open door of the cabinet area within the bathroom deciding to changing out of her sweatpants looking at a pair of Tj’s basketball shorts folded up neatly inside. She looks down momentarily to wipe herself… And completely loses her fucking mind… “WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT ON CHRIST LORD HEAVEN AND EARRRRTTHHH!!! THHHHHOOOOOOMMMMAAASSSSS!!!” Within seconds the door is damn near broken open with Tj Jones standing in a panic in front of Arkia breathing in near gasps moving forward concerned. “WHAT! BABY WHAT?! KIA WHAT HAPPENED!?!” Tears accumulate in Arkia’s eyes looking down at her private area. She even points down in childish fashion like a toddler figuring themselves out for the first time. Sitting there looking with 100 percent sadness. “The...there...th-ther-there’s….there’s.” Tj moves even closer looking down at Arkia’s recently wiped clean area trying to figure out what’s causing this freak out. “What? What’s there?” “Ther-there’s…” Arkia sighs as if her life is over. “There’s a white hair...growing...there. I have a FUCKING LEGACY HAIR GROWING OUT OF MY MOMMY PLACE!!!” She blinks after that causing the tears to flow down her cheeks. She wails out to the ceiling looking up at the heavens. “I’m OOOOLLLDDD!! IT’S ALL OVER!!! I’M DONE!! I’M DEAD!!! I CAN’T WRESTLE! NOPE!! OVER!! DECEASED!!” She plops back down on the seat breaking apart looking down again and jumping away from the sight as if it were the most grotesque thing in the world. “Ewwww, I keep the grass cut but look...look see it!!??” Arkia points at her area and Tj looks. “It’s DISGUSTING!! WHAT KIND OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT IS THIS!!?? FUCK A SANTA!! SNOW BELONGS AT THE NORTH POOOOLE NOOOO!!” She shakes her head continuing her disbelief groaning out defeated. “Arkia, it’s not that bad...plus how can you even tell it’s so small. You aren’t old, you aren’t over, you aren’t done, and you aren’t dead.” He shakes his head with a smirk. “You are beautifully young, vibrant, and ready for this tournament because I already know this is stemming from that. You been age intensive ever since you sent in the paperwork for it.” Tj pulls her up from the toilet seat and Arkia looks down and around her. “I have a Legacy hair...on my kitty Tj. I don’t even have one on my head! I didn’t even flush the….fucking God.” She hits the knob to flush the toilet and walks over toward the sink to wash her hands still reeling a little. “Just ruined my entire existence.” Arkia sighs as she lathers up washing. “Can I wear your shorts? Might be contagious.” Tj chuckles even more at that. “I already have a few on my head I’ve accepted it. Does it help to know I still love all of you even with your Legacy hairs?” “HAIRS?!?” That causes her to panic even more bending forward trying to look down over her chest toward her womanhood. “HAIRS?! There’s more than ONE!!!?” Tj quickly steps behind her and pulls her into a hug from behind calming her down. “It’s just one, just one baby, calm down it’s ok.” He chuckles kissing her cheek before reaching over toward the cabinet to pull his shorts to give to her. “Here put them on. KJ heard your outburst too cause she came downstairs. Your voice makes the whole house shake.” “Queen’s voices are resounding. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Arkia says on a mutter while putting the basketball shorts on. “I’m not wrong for this? Especially now? We are enshrined there. All I can do is make us look bad.” She says lowly but with more clarity. “There’s no way on this earth you can make us look bad. You, me, or us together. You are still the same scrappy self motivated woman I fell in love with those many years ago. It’s why your students are successful, why your businesses are successful, why your career has been successful and will continue to be. This tournament became legitimized the moment your name was placed on the brackets. If you don’t believe your husband's words then believe the first Iron King winner’s words.” He rubs her arms gently. Arkia smirks while tying the string of the shorts around her waist. Finishing that she turns around looking in her husband’s eyes. “Sexy when you throw that out there Iron King.” Tj nods in response to her smirking giving a smile back. [/i]“I know you enjoy it. Now, no more worries about Legacy hairs. Just time to continue prepping.”[/i] “HAIR...there is only ONE HAIR there.” Arkia gets defensive immediately as they walk out of the bathroom with Tj laughing. Arkia can’t help but giggle herself hearing her husband laughing. “I’m Brazilian waxing daily never wanna see this little fucker again. Fuck around and peel the skin of my pus-” BATHROOM DOOR SLAMS SHUT. $*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$*$ [NOW RECORDING] There’s no interior light and can barely see any movement. A chair sways slightly and that’s only seen due to the little moonlight giving the overall room some guidance. ”Welcome.” The voice is evident you know who that is. A small flame comes at what looks to be the end of a lighter. That flame leads to a large circular end which looks to be a cigar, one of those fat Cuban ones. The light of the flame ignites the cigar’s end fully and an inhale follows showing a difference in--- “BLAH!! UGGGHH SHIT!! ARRCHHH CHAKKCHAKKKCHAKKK!!” Arkia is coughing up her lungs as the small hint of smoke hits the moonlight. “How the...UGGHAAAHHHKK...fuck to they do...Burrrr...that to look cool!!? I was never a….” More coughs and clearing of the throat as she tries not to die before 2017. “Ooohhh...oohhh my God...oh lord….help me…” More hacking up of her right lung commences before she’s able to finally start taking steadying breaths as you can hear her drinking a bottled water before lights are cut on killing the cigar lighting bad bitch mood and bringing Arkia back to reality. A water to survive drinking reality. The light brings light to where she is, inside of her home office with the traditional straight forward angle dead on her. Still shuddering she grabs the expensive cigar and forces the lit end against the top of the bottled water knowing she had no plan of covering the life saver again. She clears her throat a few more times looking at the camera in disbelief. “Those old black and white movies are such a lie. Damn near killed myself trying to be cute.” She hacks up one last time and finishes off the rest of the water looking at the wasted expense in front of her. “Ok...OKAY!! So, Jessica Hendrix…” Arkia intertwine her fingers placing them on her desk in front of her. “That was your only hope right there. Yes, your only hope was that cigar killing my lungs over. Only hope…” Arkia gets slightly emotional. “Rest peacefully Carrie. Debbie you was boss.” Arkia bows her head a bit then looks back up. “Jessica, I’ll be honest. I wanted to mess with you a little more on the social media. Wanted to learn a little more about you through general conversation. We are all competing against each other but I like to get to know people before we start bashing each other’s shit in. At first you seemed receptive, I enjoyed your answers. I will admit I may have been rather rude in the beginning I tend to get that way when honestly caught off guard. Then all of a sudden you seemed to simply ignore me. This after giving an apology. Now that was rude. Almost as rude as seeing your name in this tournament in the first damn place. Here I am extending the olive branch and ask around, I don’t extend those fuckers...and this is how you repay me? This is how you respond you mannish Apollonia looking...George Bush family nose having ass...Head more square than a connect four board---see...look...” She quickly realizes that this wasn’t the direction she wanted to go in. She takes a deep breath and grabs the empty water bottle drumming with it a bit centering herself. “Listen woman, I don’t get ignored by my students. I don’t get ignored by my husband. My kids, well they are rude too but they hear momma too damn it. Maybe you been spending the time getting ready for me. Perhaps that’s what it was. Far too busy to deal with the trivial matters of the socialsphere. I can accept that...I can allo---Nevermind, no I can’t. That’s rude, I won’t accept this. Nope...You know why I won’t? Because I have a legacy hair---here!! HERE!! I have a legacy HERE!!” She immediately heads desks right in front of the camera. She even keeps her head on the grand oakwood for a while. Sighing, she picks her head back up and looks very peeved. “I’m not here to just have fun or be a one night appearance. I’m not that kind of bitch. I don’t do the grey area or half step. I may have higher expectations of myself than anyone else because I’ve never been satisfied with less. People see my name and they either will go ‘uh oh’ or ‘pssstt this bitch tried it’” She starts nodding to herself and taps her fingernails along the oak. “Was I expecting you to kiss my ass? No. Am I expecting you to come to this fight with a basket of appreciation? No. What I was expecting was a youngin to show a lil backbone. Give as good as she gets. My question is if you don’t even have that ability and not a punch has been thrown, the hell you bout to do when I put my hands on you? This isn’t even a regular sanctioned match. A street fight? Might wanna set up a damn will before any New Year's Resolutions. Just giving it to you straight and I’m letting you know now I’m adding on a little more on the top. Maybe I wanted to know better ways to tone my legs. Maybe I wanted to know how you get your moustache on point so I can let my husband know. Eh no worries, I have all my answers. All the answers I need to promptly send you packing. One of these many days you female ‘wrestlers’ will learn no matter how it's packaged… It don’t mean shit if you can’t do nothing with it. Then again, the giving up says everything to me. Get these stupid bitches off my lawn please?" Arkia shakes her head in disgust and the camera cuts to static to a paused shot. ![]() (Wordcounttool.com - 2491 words) |
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