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| sinn | May 11 2016, 05:12 PM Post #1 |
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The Institute Wrestling Academy Ealing, London, England December 17th, 2014 Duane Gates was taking his job as talent liaison for D&D Investments all too seriously, the Draven brothers had afforded him a comfortable traveling stipend to scout out talent for the relaunch of the EWA. He wasn’t going to find the no-names. Gates was on a mission to bring back the biggest stars and best athletes he could find to make his company shine again. The trip to England had been fruitless, really...at least until three days ago when the concierge of his hotel told him of a modestly successful wrestling academy run by a man named Osbourne Kilminster. He’d never run into him before, but after a bit of googling his past...the man was exactly what he wanted for the new EWA. A former SHOOT Project star, with numerous championships under his belt, along with a rather impressive MMA career. The Youtube footage he found of Kilminster had Duane salivating at the chance to speak with him. He’d called the office this morning and was due for a two PM meeting with Kilminster. He had even arrived early, smoothing out his suit before one of the students who doubled as an office admin led him into the sprawling main practice facility of the Institute. Kilminster stood outside of the ring, watching a dark-haired woman roll around in the ring with a dark-skinned young man and occasionally barking an order out to the both of them. He spotted the rotund Talent Liaison easily, walking around the ring to greet him. Osbourne held out a hand, greeting him with a nod. His dreadlocked mohawk tied tightly back today. “Duane Gates, I presume?” “In the flesh. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kilminster, and thanks for agreeing to this on such short notice. You’ve got quite the setup here.” He shook hands with the man briefly before smiling and looking around, “It took a while to get it running, but it gets better every year. Helps to have dedicated students, obviously. So what can I do for you, Mr. Gates?” Kilminster’s gaze went back to the ring before he smacked his hand against the apron, “Again, Shaun! That wasn’t fast enough!” Though his attention was focused on Gates soon enough again. Gates smiled. Down to business. “Well, I’m restarting the EWA - the wrestling company from back in the 90’s? - stateside, along with the help of some investors of ours. D&D Investments, that’s the parent company. I’m here on behalf of them. Quite frankly, I’m here to offer you a job, Mr. Kilminster.” Osbourne nodded again, “Yeah, I read the information you sent to my email last night.” He’d been working for something like this for the past five years. Rehabilitating old injuries, putting on weight...getting himself into the best shape he’d ever been. The Viking was ready to conquer again. “Looks decent, salary is what I asked for, give or take. I told you it wouldn't be cheap to attract my attention and, in fairness, you’ve come up with a good package for me. After I have the contract read by my legal, I don’t see why I would turn it down.” He paused, “I was particularly interested in the future opportunities that could be offered to my students. As you can imagine, I have some very talented and very exciting prospects here. Let’s head to my office.” Kilminster turned, walking across the room to a solid steel door and held it open for Gates. He then took a seat at his desk, though it clearly didn’t see a lot of use. Osbourne Kilminster was not the type to stay seated behind a desk and give orders to students. He was out there in the thick of it, working and training with them. “That’s fantastic. We’re looking to get started next fall, so you’ve got some time to prepare yourself, and all of that. My employers are particularly interested in your skillset after seeing your footage, so if travel is an issue, they’re even prepared to offer the use of a small plane for you early on. It’ll be a local operation initially, so there shouldn’t be much need for that overall. As far as your students go, we’re absolutely interested in anyone you could suggest, and this could be a ‘scouting from within’ sort of thing - you build them up, we hire them to the roster when you and we both feel they’re ready.” The Englishman smiled, running his tongue along the edge of his canines. This was good. Very good. Though just as he was about to speak, the door opened. “He’s got to work on reaction time most, Ozzy.” A sable-haired warrior queen of a woman popped her head in, wiping at her face with a towel. The same beauty Gates had seen in the ring when he walked in. Working with Shaun was always an endurance test. “Other than that, he’s good to go.” Kilminster nodded and gave her a smile, not speaking as she left, heading for the showers. He turned back to Gates, “That’s a solid plan, and the use of a plane is definitely a perk. Relocation wouldn’t be too big of an issue, I think. I don’t much like the travelling aspect of the business and I certainly don’t miss it, so relocating would work best for everyone, especially if you can lock down that plane promise.” “If I may ask...you train female students here? I’ve been keeping an eye out for a bombshell who can work...the woman that just popped her head in here? Wow! She’d be perfect for that kind of role. How far along in her training is she?” He raised an eyebrow, chuckling to himself. How could the man not know that woman? Her face was more recognizable than his own. “That one? Oh she’s done with training. I don’t discriminate with gender here. If someone is willing to put in the effort, I couldn't give a fuck if they’ve got tits.” Gates adjusted his posture in his seat, placing his briefcase over his lap. Kilminster raised an eyebrow again - it was obvious what the man was trying to conceal. Amused, he let Gates continue. “She’s...I mean...wow. We could practically print money with her. Photoshoots, matches, you name it. Hopefully she doesn’t have an asshole boyfriend or something who would get in the way of that, you know? I’ve seen that hinder a female talent on more than one occasion, sadly.” “Yeah, that can happen, I’ve heard. You want to meet her?” Kilminster got up from his chair and went to the door, he pulled it open and yelled something over the din of students working out and sparring. Thankfully, he caught her just before she hit the shower. It was only a few moments before Kilminster stepped back into the office, followed by the ravishing brunette. “This is Duane Gates, the one who sent me all that information last night.” Introducing the seated man as the woman gave a brilliant smile. “Mr. Gates, I’d like to introduce my wife, Jada Kaine, better known to the wrestling world as Sinnocence. I really would have thought you’d have known that.” Kilminster stood back, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk. She stepped forward, taking Gates’ hand with her own and flashing that brilliant smile again, “It’s nice to meet you.” His jaw hit the floor. An extreme oversight on his part...but luckily, Kilminster didn’t seem to hold it against him. They talked for a while about what getting back into the business would mean for the both of them...and they were both ready for it. “Mr. Kilminster, Ms. Kaine, I think we’ve come to an agreement here. I’ll arrange for the contracts to be faxed over...I’d like to welcome you both to the EWA.” “It’s Mrs. Kaine, actually. I get kind of nitpicky about that considering I’ve been married to him,” She inclined her head to the dread-locked and grinning man leaning against the desk, “for the past six years.” “Five years, Jada.” The Viking’s voice told Gates he was teasing her. “And you still haven’t bothered to change your name.” “Oh shove it, next month it’ll be six, Viking, and we are going to actually take a goddamn vacation this year.” She mockingly snapped back at him, grinning. This was a fun little argument they had quite a bit. “Someplace warm, that is not England.” “Or Las Vegas.” He shot at her. “The Bahamas then, I’ll go book our tickets after a shower.” Jada grinned a little wider, turning back to Gates. “It was nice to meet you, but I’ve got to wash off. He’s promised to take me to dinner tonight.” Gates chuckled, despite his oversight in judgement...he’d just netted himself two huge stars for the EWA, he was sure of it. Osbourne Kilminster was a powerhouse competitor, renowned for his technical skill. But that wife of his, she would be the one to bring in the big bucks when it came to marketing and merchandise sales. Though, he could tell already that she was going to be a handful. The both of them were. Peace. Such a fickle thing, had happily wrapped its warm arms around Azrael Goeren and took him to sleep shortly after they’d arrived in Boston. Sinn had extended the invitation to him to stay at her cheery yellow Victorian home, surrounded by wrought iron gates and rosebushes. He had jumped on it so quickly, assuming the invitation came automatically with access to her panties. She’d punched him in the face with great pleasure, before handing him a bottle of vodka and pointing to the bedroom. Drink and sleep it off. That’s why he was snoozing away in there without a care in the world, as he had for the past three nights since they returned from Concord. Not to mention, a few Ambien mixed in with the painkillers she’d given him would keep him sedated for a while. Goeren deserved some peace, but Sinn time for peace would have to wait a while longer yet. Her phone blinked, signaling a new message. Jada crossed the room, smirking down at it when she saw the sender. Mikhail, her wonderful, wonderful godson, had found his quarry. Sweet little Grace Goeren was back in Boston. And she was alone. The former stripper took care to pull her hair back into a tight braid before slipping into a comfortable jacket and jeans. Feet slipped into well-loved leather boots before snatching her keys from the side table near the door. This wouldn’t take very long. It was time for Grace Goeren’s future to look her in the eye and deliver what would be a very painful truth. Sinn already knew she would be using her considerable fighting experience tonight on her new houseguest’s daughter. There was a list in her pocket. Things she had left to do before Battlelines. The next person on the list was Grace Goeren, the charming little girl who’d almost broken her nose. Charming, delightful girl. The spitting image of Sinn at sixteen. She left through the garage, pulling the old Trans Am out and navigating through the winding streets of Boston. Past Valhalla, past that wonderful crepe place...into a slightly seedier section of South Boston. The former World Champion checked her phone, confirming the address before she pulled into the driveway. Amazing that a place like this had its own parking lot. She got out of her beloved car, assessing the property before catching the blue eyes of her godson on the steps. Mikhail was an invaluable resource. “She’s been here alone, almost for a hour. The fat ass hasn’t been home all day and judging by the itinerary I swiped from his desk when I broke in earlier...he won’t be until tomorrow morning, so you’ve got time.” He spoke quietly, lest he alert the teenage girl inside. You sure you’re all right to do this alone?” “Oh, I’ll be fine. She’s nothing I can’t handle. If you want...you can go back to my place and keep an eye on the sultan of sleaze. He’s passed out on my bed.” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Naked.” The red-haired German’s eyes sparkled as he laughed, “Oh, that’s too good to pass up. I’ll see you at Valhalla tomorrow night.” Mikhail kissed her cheek before he made his way down the block, to his own vehicle to go back to Jada’s home. He wouldn’t do anything to Azrael Goeren, perhaps just admire the view. Sinn nodded her head, seeing him off before ascending the steps to Duane Gates’ home. She put her fist through the thin glass near the doorknob and unlocked it from the inside. It was opened and she opened the door, surprising the young girl who’d spread out on the couch from the doorway. “Hello, Sweetcheeks.” The grin on the Valkyrie’s face was downright predatory, like she would eat Grace alive if the girl so much as made a wrong move. She caught completely Grace off guard. The vicious and demented teenager appeared to be studying something on an iPad but quickly tosses it aside and gets to her feet, looking like she’s ready for a fight with her stature but her face painted the picture of a girl who is totally bewildered by the moment. “What the fuck is this? I mean what the fuck is this?!” Grace quickly kicked the coffee table next to the couch over to clear room, reacting like a cobra to a heat signature. No reasoning, no thought process...just pure, unadulterated anger. “How the fuck did you even find...FUCK OFF! Come on bitch, you want to do this right now? Right here?! Let’s see what you’ve got. I’ll break your fucking face again, come on! COME ON!” The younger Goeren was told for so long to keep her emotions bottled up, to hide them deep inside her...now that she let them out, she couldn’t control her rage. She’s a vicious, beaten down dog ready to strike at this intruder. Sinn knew full well that Grace already hated her through association, her surprise appearance in Gates’ home has lit the powder keg. She knew this girl’s anger. The former stripper doesn’t move from the doorway, moving slowly to pull her phone from her pocket and pull up her images folder. It doesn’t take but a moment for her to pull up a picture of a passed out Azrael Goeren and show it to the teenage girl. “My godson works private security when he’s not at Valhalla. I had him follow you for a while now, figuring out where you were staying...who you were speaking with. Nice one on the doctor, by the way. Not to mention, your father told me about Slynn. Now you shack up with Gates because it works to your advantage.” She grins, “You know, your dedication and fire is something to be admired...and I can give you something you want very much. So sit back down, I’m not here to fight, I’m here to talk.” Grace peered at the picture on Sinn’s phone, her guard still up but her hands dropped ever-so-slightly. She took a step back and slowly sat down at the extreme far end of the couch, still on edge in every sense of the word. “Don’t try anything or I’ll make sure to break your nose for real this time,” Grace said callously as she seemed to relax slightly. She gave a smirk over at Sinn and motioned with her that she’s cool now with a wave of her hand. “Say what you gotta say and get the fuck out. Mr. Gates is going to be back soon and he’s just like me...he don’t like any surprises.” Her confidence seemed to be increasing as she lets out a quick laugh. “If I were you I would have stabbed my father while he was sleeping instead of taking that picture. Would have done you a world of good in the long run, I guarantee that asshole is just using you. I’m sure a whore like you is used to that though, huh Sinn?” “Actually, I think for the first time in his life, it’s the other way around. He’s not exactly what I want, but he’s a good enough bedwarmer.” Jada slid down into the chair across from the younger woman, eyeing her up and down and shaking her head. The insult never bothered her anymore, there wasn’t much bite in something so damn elementary. Grace was going to have to get a lot more creative. “But it takes one to know one, doesn’t it, Grace?” She chuckled, turning her phone off and putting it away. “It feels nice...using them up, getting what you want, and then tossing them to the wayside when you don’t need them anymore. Slynn...that kid from Slynn’s gym...the doctor, now Gates? Sweetie, you’re supposed to step it up when it comes to men, not jump down a whole flight. If you’re going to be in this game, this business, for the long run...you’ve got to envision the end game, rather than just the shots you’re taking now.” The bravado from Azrael Goeren’s daughter is just that...bravado. There’s little real strength behind it, this girl grew up far too quickly and had to sacrifice too much of her childhood. She was treading water in a deep pool, just starting her run. “You know all too well that Gates isn’t in this to help you. He’s got two things on his mind...revenge against the Dravens and getting in your pants.” A look of disgust passed over Sinn’s face at the idea of that. “I hope to hell you haven’t let him yet, otherwise you’re going to get some skin-eating STD and end up looking like a leper.” The expression passed quickly enough. “But back to the point, this business loves a girl with daddy issues. Do you want to destroy your father, Grace? Utterly destroy him?” It’s obvious that Sinn has struck a nerve with Grace, her face a deep shade of crimson as she glared angrily across the room at the Valkyrie. Few people have cut through the mask she wore as deeply as Sinn just did. Her question looked to have completely caught the younger Goeren off guard. She spoke in a monotone voice, devoid of emotion...disturbingly analytical. “There is nothing in this world that I want more than to see that man pay for everything he’s done. Not just to me, but to everyone. He should never be forgiven. Ever. I don’t just want him destroyed, I want everything he has. I want him to lose everything and know that I was the one who took it from him. The monster of his own creation, come back to fucking dismantle him. So yeah, Ms. Sinnocence...Queen and Mistress of the Universe...I guess you could say that I want him utterly destroyed.” “I understand that. I was seventeen when I married Kris Kaine.” She leaned forward, keeping the smile to herself. The layer of ice over Grace’s heart wasn’t overly tough to break. She was a teenager, after all. It was quite easy to lie to your parents...and nearly every other oblivious adult who thought this was anything more than an act. She knew because she’d been there. “Not many people know how we met, but I ran away at sixteen...my father was a lot like yours, just not famous. A disgusting pig of a man who deserved nothing less than being castrated and having his whole world taken from him.” Sinn chuckled, remembering her own history with disdain. “Kris Kaine found me in Texas...doing exactly what I had to do to survive. He took me in, fed me...kept me safe and gave me everything I ever wanted. For a price. For me, that price was my freedom and dignity.” She paused, taking a deep breath and locked eyes with the girl. “Everything in this world worth having has a price, Grace Goeren. Are you prepared to pay that price to see your father’s world come crashing down around him? Because I honestly have to say, I don’t think you could fuck him up any better than he already does to himself.” Grace said nothing. She sat quietly at the edge of the couch, letting Sinn’s words filter into her. She wanted to deflect them so badly, she’s made up her mind on what she wants to do in her life and this woman...this...bitch...is trying to screw with her. Sinn can see the conflict in the young teenager’s face as she kept her eyes down, not wanting to maintain eye contact with Sinn any longer. “You don’t...you don’t…I know what I want...you can’t...” She stopped herself and regained her composure. She slowly raised her head up, her fists clenched as tightly as they possibly can be. “Leave. Now. Just...just leave…” There it was. The real breaking point. She had gotten through to her. Sinn got to her feet, pulling something from the pocket of her jacket and a sad smile. A white stuffed polar bear with a black-stitched smile. It was clearly old, but had never seen the love of a child. She set it down on the coffee table, closest to Grace’s iPad. “I know better than most what you’re going through, it seems like this is all you have. The pain, the anger. It won’t last forever. You’ve got to find something beyond this.” Grace didn’t move, her fists clenched tight enough to turn her knuckles white. The girl was on the edge of a hair trigger. Sinn just continued, zipping her jacket back up. “I found that in your father’s bag and I got him drunk enough to tell me why he was carrying a stuffed polar bear around. Imagine my surprise when he said it wasn’t for sexual purposes.” A hint of a chuckle, Azrael Goeren was horrible to the point of ridiculous. “Just...this is your life, Grace. You can do anything. You can have anything. Just find something beyond revenge, don’t end up a hollow shell with nothing but the business. It will chew you up and spit you out with no regard for your body or your desires. Your father is an asshole and you have every right to beat him senseless, but just try to find something for yourself when this is all over. You are talented beyond belief, girl. In ten years, I want to turn on my television and see people cheering for you...because of you, not because Azrael Goeren, the sultan of sleaze, is your father.” One final pause as Sinn headed for the door, “Oh, if you have a change of heart about Gates and want to hear him squeal like a little girl, kick him right in the balls. I did it last year and let me tell you, it was fucking hilarious. Much better than listening to him talk.” Grace said nothing, and showed no emotion as the older woman left. She just looked at the little stuffed bear, reaching for it and holding it to her chest as the door shut and she was left alone again. For a moment, just a moment...Grace Goeren felt nothing. It was the closest she’d come to real peace in a long time. |
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