Post by Candice "VooDoo" Page on Jul 21, 2022 22:01:31 GMT -5
The scene fades in and we find ourselves in a familiar place, inside the office of one, Candice “VooDoo” Wolf, owner of the Velvet Rabbit. Her office was inaccurate with gray marble tiled floors. Two walls were painted black and two were painted white with strips of asymmetrical mirrored tile criss crossing on all. To the right were two leather chairs and a couch with a coffee table in front and to the left a six chair conference table for when she needed to get together and talk with the others who helped her run this place. Straight ahead her desk, an executive desk with an enormous bookcase with lit up shelves. Behind the desk an enormous leather chair and before it two smaller leather matching chairs, just because she hated the title Queen and how every woman out there wants to call themselves one, doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have the tastes of a Queen.
Our attention is drawn to the sitting area where we find the Femme Fatale herself on the couch with the Chronic One himself, Chris Page, beside her. Both are casually dressed, VooDoo in a pair of black yoga pants with a black shirt and Page in a pair of black jeans and white t-shirt. On the coffee table in front of them sat an insane amount of smoke and they are currently rolling it up and putting it in the stash box for later on that night. At one point in their lives when he rolled into town, he always brought a lil something-something with him when he came back; they would spend the morning bullshitting around, rolling and smokin’. Literally, just enjoying each other’s company as two friends do. No one quite knew what their “relationship” was but them, but then Vegas happened. After a long night of partying, from one end of the strip to the other, they woke up married… to each other. Standing in the corner was a camera guy with his camera on record; the Pages were currently in the middle of negotiations with a couple of networks about a reality TV series surrounding their complicated life. And they figured some footage of the Cannabis Cup events would be good, since that was one of the main things that brought them together.
Damn, Babe, I can’t believe that it’s almost time. She took a hit off the blunt and handed it over to him. It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago you were hitting me up on Twitter to talk some business.
What can I say? Page said with his trademark smirk. I was looking for a place to make a lot of money at and you happened to have the perfect pla--
Chris was interrupted when the door to the office opened and in stode Ms Coney, the manager of the Velvet Rabbit; her face flushed with anger. Behind her was one of the Does who danced at the club with a baby carrier in one hand and a diaper bag in the other. She was quietly pleading with Ms C not to bother Ms Wolf.
Go ahead, Tastee. She motioned towards VooDoo while looking at the Doe. Show Candice. The Doe stood there for a moment before she slowly turned to where VooDoo could see the left side of her face and the black eye.
Excuse me, Chris. She began with a fake smile hiding the anger that she tried to conceal. I’ve got some business to handle; you know how it is.
You want me to leave? He motioned towards the door.
No, no need. She picked up the lighter and a fresh blunt from the pile then patted him on the leg. I’ll be right back.
Page quietly finished rolling the blunt he was working on as he watched VooDoo make her way over to her desk and took a seat. When he was finished, he leaned back on the couch to watch, over the last six months he’s been around her enough to feel some different vibes come off her, but the ones he felt right then and there, were different. These vibes were dangerous.
Ms. Coney, why don’t you go ahead and take Christian over to the daycare. Tastee and I need to have a little talk.
Thanks, Ms. C. Tastee mumbled as she handed over the baby carrier and bag. Tell the ladies I wasn’t able to get Bob the Bear, so he might be a little hard to deal with at nap time.
VooDoo said nothing as Ms Coney left the room and as soon as she did, she lit the blunt and then leaned back in her chair. This was the second time that Tastee has come to work with a black eye. So, tell me what happened.
It all started because Christian was being fussy.
VooDoo said nothing as she listened to Tastee; it seemed that her ol’ man was nursing a good old fashioned hangover and the baby crying triggered him. When Tastee told him to stop yelling, he was just a baby; he turned his attention to Tastee. When she was finished, VooDoo sat there in silence for a moment.
I don’t understand it. How you ladies can let a man fuck with your money like that.
Oh, no Ma’am, he doesn’t have access to my cash.
Oh honey, that’s not what I am talking about. VooDoo leaned forward. You’re an entertainer, an entertainer that relies on her bright and smiling face. And whenever he does that… Candice motioned to Tastee’s face. Your asset depreciates in value until your face heals, and that hits your bank account. You understand now what I mean now when I am talking about your money?
Yes. Ma’am. Tastee nodded her head. Of course she remembers, when she was in the 4Play room where the dancers hang out waiting for a client to pick them for a lap dance, she wasn’t picked as much as the others and she knew it was the busted blood vessel in her eye. Never looked at it that way, he’s messing with my money. I pay the bills and he parties away his money… She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth together. I just want my son to have his dad in his life.
It’s what we all want but sometimes that doesn’t happen. Your priority is that baby and you can’t focus on him, if you’re walking on eggshells and tip-toeing around his daddy. She smiled her usual warm smile. Now, go on and get ready for work.
Thank you, Ms Candice.
Tastee got up and smiled one last time before she turned and left. Neither Candice nor Page had moved from their spots. Page said nothing but he could tell that his wife was mulling a few things over in her head and he had no plans on disturbing them. After a few minutes she picked up her phone and called for a car and then poked out the blunt in the ashtray. She walked over to Chris and leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
I’ve got an errand to run. It won’t take long.
As she turned to walk away, Chris’ hand shot up and grabbed her by the wrist. He has been around her long enough to know that this “attitude” he was feeling from her wasn’t normal. Normally, I wouldn’t get in your business, but the husband in me, is feeling this is one of those times I should probably get into it. So, where are you headed?
Just to get Bob the Bear. VooDoo said sweetly.
As soon as all six words came out of her mouth, Page was to his feet. Not without me you’re not.
It’s really not that serious, Chris. She protested.
Then you really won’t mind me tagging along. He countered.
Then keep up, old man. She smiled a real smile again and started for the door.
You’ve got jokes for someone who’s Indian name would be, Sleeps-Until-Noon.
The scene slowly faded out as we watched the couple make their way to the door on their errand to get Bob the Bear… the cameraman trailing behind them as he wondered just what kind of job he actually signed up for. He was now feeling, this wasn’t going to be your typical job, and somehow he was okay with that.
I’m not really sure what the Bing Bong Twins were thinking when they decided to bark up my tree. Maybe they were thinking I was one of those hoes they are always paying for a good time, because what woman in their right mind would hook up with them for free.
When Chris asked me if I wanted to take on a match with you two, I said sure, why the hell not. I’ve sat and watched you spread lie after lie about people in this business and I thought, why jump into the ring and just shut you up. Just to bring you down a peg to let you know that you talked to the wrong fucking bitch the wrong mother fucking way. When you step into the ring with us, you’re going to find out that it’s a whole lot easier to sit behind that keyboard and do battle on twitter than it is to step in the ring and do a battle with fists. At least on Twitter you can shrug those blows off like they didn’t hurt, in the ring, everyone is going to be able to watch and see as the Bing Bong Twins get turned into a couple of Ding Dongs.
She pauses briefly then continues on.
Maybe I should give you some advice; especially facing me; and you know, really facing women in the ring in general. See us as a competitor, see us as an opponent, see us as a fighter.. Because if you walk in there thinking we’re not the trained professionals that we are, you’re going to be in for a rude fucking awaking.
She smiles.
But then again, nothing quite makes me wetter than watching as an opponent realizes all that shit they talked about is about to get taken out of their asses. Something tells me, there’s going to be a lot of women from around the world watching this match and we all know who they are going to be cheering for. And it’s not going to be you two. She smirks a little. I would say I would buy you a lap dance with one of the Does as a consolation prize, but I can’t make my girls do that.
See you soon boys, hope you’re ready, because we sure are.
It slowly fades back in. What is only a matter of seconds for us, has been a forty-five minute limo ride for them. The car pulls in front of the address that VooDoo had given him. It’s a small run down house in a tiny town just outside the City, it was packed into the block with others that look just like it. The couple gets out of the car, followed by the cameraman and they stare around the neighborhood.
This right here is one of the reasons I have the Colony Building. VooDoo said. Let’s get this over with, this is NOT how I planned on spending the day.
They walk up to the front porch and Page knocks on the door, not once, but twice, before the door opens and there stood the baby daddy. He was shirtless and full of tats, wearing a pair of skinny jeans with short blue hair, when she saw VooDoo, he smiled and showed a mouth full of gold teeth. VooDoo turned to Page.
Are the Bing Bong Twins actually triplets and we don’t know it?
Damn, baby. Baby Daddy smiled as he rubbed his hands together. What can I do for you?
You can get me Bob the Bear. VooDoo smiled at him.
Oh, I see, that bitch sent someone for her. Tell her she wants something, she better come and get it. He started to close the door but Page put himself in the doorway. Baby Daddy backed away from the door, giving VooDoo the opportunity of stepping into the living room.
I’m not here for her, I am here for your son. And he asked me to come get Bob the Bear.
Bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you don’t get out of here I’m gonna…
What? She arched her right brow up some. Whip my ass? Better stick to women who’s asses you know you can beat. Really, I’m not here to start trouble, I just want the bear.
Fuck. You.
This prompted Page to take a step forward, but VooDoo placed her hand on his chest and stopped him and shook her head. This caused Page to furrow his brows a little and silently curse the Rabbit business rule, but he would respect it.
Knox got you right, Page. Gonna laugh when he puts you in the hospital.
I’ve got this. She reassured her husband, she turned back to the Baby Daddy and the smiling masquerade was gone. The voice that slipped through her lips caused both men to wonder if a demon was about to come out. GO GET ME THE GODDAMNED BEAR!
I’ll go get you the bear. The Baby Daddy finally said after a moment. He went into one of the doorways off the living room, you can hear him mumbling about getting the bear, after a few minutes he came back and in his hand he had the bear. You can take it back to the little snot-nose in pieces.
Baby daddy started to pull on Bob the Bear’s head, trying to decapitate him and wasn’t paying attention to the fact that each step he took brought him closer and closer until….
Chris Page took a step back, he had finally seen it in person, the Black Magic super kick; he had heard it was one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of and after he saw it, he agreed. He’s pretty sure that the baby daddy didn’t see it, until it was too late. He looked at the cameraman and reached out and grabbed the camera and pushed its lens down to the floor. For the next few minutes, you can only hear, as Chris Page and the cameraman watched; as every time the man tried to stand back up, VooDoo would knock him back down. He listened as she called him everything in the book and a few things that he hadn’t heard of in all his years. He found something just beautiful in the amount of savagery she was unleashing as she defended someone she considered her responsibility because for her, taking care of your staff didn’t stop at the door. When the baby daddy finally stopped trying to get up, VooDoo stopped kicking him. She ran her fingers through her long red hair to straighten it back up some before she walked over and picked up the bear. As she walked past the baby daddy one last time, she stopped and looked down at him.
Do me a favor, have Tastee and the baby’s things packed. He started to protest and VooDoo raised her foot and placed it on his throat and applied a little bit of pressure. He grabbed her foot with both hands, struggled but was unable to get it off his throat. No words are needed, just a quick nod of your head if you understand. Baby daddy let go of her foot and nodded his head, VooDoo took her foot off his throat. Good. We’ll be over Monday to get everything. And I suggest you have everything ready. Because you will not like it, if it’s not.
Without another word, VooDoo turned around and back towards the door with Page following behind her. She had Bob the Bear in one hand and was dusting him off with the other hand. She could see her husband looking over at her and smiling and looking away. This happened a few times until they reached the car.
What, Chris? Say it.
Nothing. He said with a smirk, but we all know Chris Page and he’s not just stopping there. Just just can’t believe I watched my bride almost kick a man to death over a teddy bear.
All he had to do was give me the bear.
What kind of a woman did I marry? He shook his head and smiled as he opened the rear door for her.
The crazy kind. She gave him a wink and slipped inside.
Chris looked at the camera guy who was waiting for him to get in the car before he stopped filming. Seems to be my favorite kind.
He slipped in behind her and closed the door and the scene slowly fades to black as the car pulls away from the curb.
I really hope you’ve got your team all prepped and ready for what’s about to happen, Father Cheney. What they signed up for when they decided to represent you and they would be going through what they are about to, if you had stayed in your own lane and minded your own damn business. Judging by the people who were interested in joining Team Cent, you stick your nose into a lot of people’s business.
She pauses for a moment.
I don’t know what you were hoping would happen when you decided that protesting the Rabbit was a good thing. Nothing that goes on in the building is against the law; literally the only thing that I can think of, is you wanting to draw attention to yourself, to make a big name for yourself and since the Rabbit was the hottest thing going, you decided to jump on it. What you thought was going to be a boring day after you make your big announcement, I guess you thought the Den of Sin was just going to let it all slide, you thought I was just going to sit back and let you drag my business and brand name through the dirt. I guess you didn’t expect me to come out guns blazing with custom made tshirts just for your event. In case you weren’t keeping score that day… I took over your event. Just like Team Centurion is going to take over the Wargames match.
She chuckles lightly.
What you people who want to protest and talk shit about the Rabbit and what goes on there… is just free publicity. They have to check it out and see if it’s true, imagine their surprise when they find out that it is anything less than an amazing time. Really, maybe I should thank you, the amount of money alone I make on what you have said about me and the Rabbit has been good for business for both me and my staff. Shoot, I’ve had to hire new staff even.
How does that make you feel, Father Cheney? Your attempt to bring me down, only helped to push me up. How will your followers feel? How will your God feel? To know that you and your team failed?
I don’t know, but do keep us posted on twitter.
The scene fades in again and we find ourselves in the Empire Room, the VIP dining area that you have to be a member of to step foot in. Candice Wolf-Page stood in front of one of the tables, she was dressed in a little black dress and a pair of matching heels; one of the servers for the evening stood next to her and said a silent prayer that the redheaded woman found no fingerprints or smudges on anything. The cameraman was standing in a spot out of the way of the servers as they came through, but with a perfect shot of Table Number One where everyone would be seated.
Perfect, Aria. She finally said with a smile.
Thank you, Ma’am. She said with a smile.
The two women went though the final checklist; as soon as her guests arrived they would bring out the drinks. Since most have been to the Rabbit, they already knew what their favorite drinks were. VooDoo had a bartender and two servers for the night and had given them explicit instructions that no glass should ever be empty and no dirty plate left sitting.
Ms. Candice? The bartender, Jeff, said after he took his hand away from the earpiece he had in. The limo has arrived with the guests.
Excellent. VooDoo smiled. Let’s make this a night to remember.
Within a matter of minutes, the door to the Empire Room opened and in walked the rest of Team Centurion. For those of you who have been living under a rock and don’t know exactly how this team came together, it came from a protest. A protest that Father Cheney decided to spearhead against the Velvet Rabbit and everything that it stood for, what he didn’t expect, was the support that came out for the Rabbit. What he did not expect was Centurion to come out and challenge him, what he didn’t expect was a Wargames match to come from it, a match that Centurian hand picked his team for; Death Metal Whore Chelsea Skye, "Demolition Queen" Erin Blue and the owner of the Rabbit, the Femme Fatale, herself, Candice “VooDoo” Wolf-Page would all be stepping into the ring to face Team Cheney. As the door opened and the other three members of the team stepped into the dining area, VooDoo put on the biggest smile.
Welcome, welcome. She walked over greeting them all with hugs before leading them over to the table. Glad to see you all could make it. No sooner than they sat down, the drinks started coming. I was hoping that we’d all be able to get together one last time before the match happens.
They spent the next hour and a half, wining and dining, talking about the four opponents they were set to face. Talking about the strengths and weaknesses as well as their own. They talked about scenarios and their course of action with them and when they finally thought they had covered everything, that was when VooDoo decided it was time for her little surprise.
Aria, my case, please. VooDoo said, prompting Aria to walk over behind the bar and pull out a small silver briefcase. She walked it over and handed it to VooDoo and then took her place back against the wall waiting. VooDoo placed the briefcase on the table and flipped the locks before she looked around the table at them. You know, when I woke up that morning and found out Father Cheney was staging a protest, I really didn’t know what to think. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so you can only imagine what my first reaction was. The four of them chuckled, she’s been known to be a beast before having that first cup. I smoked and drank my coffee and decided not to fight the protest… but to embrace it. I saw a way to make money off it and to bring publicity to it. She smirked a little. And what do you know, it did just that. She paused briefly before going on. And it brought me the three of you. She looked at Centurion. When you told me what you wanted to do, I didn’t even hesitate, if you were going to come out in defense of my Rabbit, I was going to be right there in the ring with you. She looked at the two others. I didn’t even need to know who Cent was going to pick as our other team mates, because I knew that he would pick those he knew were more than capable of bringing it to the ring with us for the pleasure of reminding Father Cheney of his place and that’s out of other people’s business. So, to honor you all, for what you’re doing, I am giving you all Empire Room Memberships. It basically gives you access to this dining area and VIP access throughout the rest of the Rabbit. She opened the case and pulled out three certificates in 8*10 picture frames as well as smaller ones for their wallets. She smiled again. And when I go global, VIP privileges will be available at all locations.
Chelsea: I’ll try not to film any porn videos whilst I’m taking advantage of this!
Chelsea comments with a laugh as she takes her Empire Membership Card.
Chelsea: But thanks, anything is worth kicking the ass of a religious hypocrite in my book but this is perfect!
No problem, you’re welcome. VooDoo smiled and then winked. Just make sure you clean afterwards, knock yourself out.
Erin: Thank you, Candice. I will definitely put this to good use whenever I can.
You’re welcome, Erin. She smiled. I expect you to. I expect all of you to.
Centurion: Thank you, Candice. He looked at the certificate and smiled. I remember the first time we spoke about a membership and how to get one.
Ah, yes, I remember it well. I said I really hadn’t decided. With everyone running around rich and being able to afford a membership, means that anyone could hand over money and be able to get a membership. It was then that I realized I had to be a little more selective and I decided it would be based on the person they were. She looked around the table. When you all stepped forward, with all this with Father Cheney, I found out the people you were and I knew I found the reason to give them to you. She smiled and took the last drink from her glass. I don’t know about you all, but I am ready to head upstairs and have a good time.
They all agreed it was time to go have some fun and stood up and gathered their things, VooDoo turned to the cameraman and told him he could have the rest of the night off and he had a tab on the house; they didn’t need the rest of the night to go on record. They made their way to the door as they tried to decide where to go first; the Hive for a smoke, the Rabbit for some nudity, or the casino for gambling; whatever they decided, one thing was for sure… they were about to break some of the Ten Commandments.
Our attention is drawn to the sitting area where we find the Femme Fatale herself on the couch with the Chronic One himself, Chris Page, beside her. Both are casually dressed, VooDoo in a pair of black yoga pants with a black shirt and Page in a pair of black jeans and white t-shirt. On the coffee table in front of them sat an insane amount of smoke and they are currently rolling it up and putting it in the stash box for later on that night. At one point in their lives when he rolled into town, he always brought a lil something-something with him when he came back; they would spend the morning bullshitting around, rolling and smokin’. Literally, just enjoying each other’s company as two friends do. No one quite knew what their “relationship” was but them, but then Vegas happened. After a long night of partying, from one end of the strip to the other, they woke up married… to each other. Standing in the corner was a camera guy with his camera on record; the Pages were currently in the middle of negotiations with a couple of networks about a reality TV series surrounding their complicated life. And they figured some footage of the Cannabis Cup events would be good, since that was one of the main things that brought them together.
Damn, Babe, I can’t believe that it’s almost time. She took a hit off the blunt and handed it over to him. It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago you were hitting me up on Twitter to talk some business.
What can I say? Page said with his trademark smirk. I was looking for a place to make a lot of money at and you happened to have the perfect pla--
Chris was interrupted when the door to the office opened and in stode Ms Coney, the manager of the Velvet Rabbit; her face flushed with anger. Behind her was one of the Does who danced at the club with a baby carrier in one hand and a diaper bag in the other. She was quietly pleading with Ms C not to bother Ms Wolf.
Go ahead, Tastee. She motioned towards VooDoo while looking at the Doe. Show Candice. The Doe stood there for a moment before she slowly turned to where VooDoo could see the left side of her face and the black eye.
Excuse me, Chris. She began with a fake smile hiding the anger that she tried to conceal. I’ve got some business to handle; you know how it is.
You want me to leave? He motioned towards the door.
No, no need. She picked up the lighter and a fresh blunt from the pile then patted him on the leg. I’ll be right back.
Page quietly finished rolling the blunt he was working on as he watched VooDoo make her way over to her desk and took a seat. When he was finished, he leaned back on the couch to watch, over the last six months he’s been around her enough to feel some different vibes come off her, but the ones he felt right then and there, were different. These vibes were dangerous.
Ms. Coney, why don’t you go ahead and take Christian over to the daycare. Tastee and I need to have a little talk.
Thanks, Ms. C. Tastee mumbled as she handed over the baby carrier and bag. Tell the ladies I wasn’t able to get Bob the Bear, so he might be a little hard to deal with at nap time.
VooDoo said nothing as Ms Coney left the room and as soon as she did, she lit the blunt and then leaned back in her chair. This was the second time that Tastee has come to work with a black eye. So, tell me what happened.
It all started because Christian was being fussy.
VooDoo said nothing as she listened to Tastee; it seemed that her ol’ man was nursing a good old fashioned hangover and the baby crying triggered him. When Tastee told him to stop yelling, he was just a baby; he turned his attention to Tastee. When she was finished, VooDoo sat there in silence for a moment.
I don’t understand it. How you ladies can let a man fuck with your money like that.
Oh, no Ma’am, he doesn’t have access to my cash.
Oh honey, that’s not what I am talking about. VooDoo leaned forward. You’re an entertainer, an entertainer that relies on her bright and smiling face. And whenever he does that… Candice motioned to Tastee’s face. Your asset depreciates in value until your face heals, and that hits your bank account. You understand now what I mean now when I am talking about your money?
Yes. Ma’am. Tastee nodded her head. Of course she remembers, when she was in the 4Play room where the dancers hang out waiting for a client to pick them for a lap dance, she wasn’t picked as much as the others and she knew it was the busted blood vessel in her eye. Never looked at it that way, he’s messing with my money. I pay the bills and he parties away his money… She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth together. I just want my son to have his dad in his life.
It’s what we all want but sometimes that doesn’t happen. Your priority is that baby and you can’t focus on him, if you’re walking on eggshells and tip-toeing around his daddy. She smiled her usual warm smile. Now, go on and get ready for work.
Thank you, Ms Candice.
Tastee got up and smiled one last time before she turned and left. Neither Candice nor Page had moved from their spots. Page said nothing but he could tell that his wife was mulling a few things over in her head and he had no plans on disturbing them. After a few minutes she picked up her phone and called for a car and then poked out the blunt in the ashtray. She walked over to Chris and leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
I’ve got an errand to run. It won’t take long.
As she turned to walk away, Chris’ hand shot up and grabbed her by the wrist. He has been around her long enough to know that this “attitude” he was feeling from her wasn’t normal. Normally, I wouldn’t get in your business, but the husband in me, is feeling this is one of those times I should probably get into it. So, where are you headed?
Just to get Bob the Bear. VooDoo said sweetly.
As soon as all six words came out of her mouth, Page was to his feet. Not without me you’re not.
It’s really not that serious, Chris. She protested.
Then you really won’t mind me tagging along. He countered.
Then keep up, old man. She smiled a real smile again and started for the door.
You’ve got jokes for someone who’s Indian name would be, Sleeps-Until-Noon.
The scene slowly faded out as we watched the couple make their way to the door on their errand to get Bob the Bear… the cameraman trailing behind them as he wondered just what kind of job he actually signed up for. He was now feeling, this wasn’t going to be your typical job, and somehow he was okay with that.
I’m not really sure what the Bing Bong Twins were thinking when they decided to bark up my tree. Maybe they were thinking I was one of those hoes they are always paying for a good time, because what woman in their right mind would hook up with them for free.
Put a Condom on your Heart
…Cause I’m about to fuck your feelings…
“ Since those skinny jeans don’t lie, better get small ones. ”
…Cause I’m about to fuck your feelings…
“ Since those skinny jeans don’t lie, better get small ones. ”
When Chris asked me if I wanted to take on a match with you two, I said sure, why the hell not. I’ve sat and watched you spread lie after lie about people in this business and I thought, why jump into the ring and just shut you up. Just to bring you down a peg to let you know that you talked to the wrong fucking bitch the wrong mother fucking way. When you step into the ring with us, you’re going to find out that it’s a whole lot easier to sit behind that keyboard and do battle on twitter than it is to step in the ring and do a battle with fists. At least on Twitter you can shrug those blows off like they didn’t hurt, in the ring, everyone is going to be able to watch and see as the Bing Bong Twins get turned into a couple of Ding Dongs.
She pauses briefly then continues on.
Maybe I should give you some advice; especially facing me; and you know, really facing women in the ring in general. See us as a competitor, see us as an opponent, see us as a fighter.. Because if you walk in there thinking we’re not the trained professionals that we are, you’re going to be in for a rude fucking awaking.
She smiles.
But then again, nothing quite makes me wetter than watching as an opponent realizes all that shit they talked about is about to get taken out of their asses. Something tells me, there’s going to be a lot of women from around the world watching this match and we all know who they are going to be cheering for. And it’s not going to be you two. She smirks a little. I would say I would buy you a lap dance with one of the Does as a consolation prize, but I can’t make my girls do that.
See you soon boys, hope you’re ready, because we sure are.
It slowly fades back in. What is only a matter of seconds for us, has been a forty-five minute limo ride for them. The car pulls in front of the address that VooDoo had given him. It’s a small run down house in a tiny town just outside the City, it was packed into the block with others that look just like it. The couple gets out of the car, followed by the cameraman and they stare around the neighborhood.
This right here is one of the reasons I have the Colony Building. VooDoo said. Let’s get this over with, this is NOT how I planned on spending the day.
They walk up to the front porch and Page knocks on the door, not once, but twice, before the door opens and there stood the baby daddy. He was shirtless and full of tats, wearing a pair of skinny jeans with short blue hair, when she saw VooDoo, he smiled and showed a mouth full of gold teeth. VooDoo turned to Page.
Are the Bing Bong Twins actually triplets and we don’t know it?
Damn, baby. Baby Daddy smiled as he rubbed his hands together. What can I do for you?
You can get me Bob the Bear. VooDoo smiled at him.
Oh, I see, that bitch sent someone for her. Tell her she wants something, she better come and get it. He started to close the door but Page put himself in the doorway. Baby Daddy backed away from the door, giving VooDoo the opportunity of stepping into the living room.
I’m not here for her, I am here for your son. And he asked me to come get Bob the Bear.
Bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you don’t get out of here I’m gonna…
What? She arched her right brow up some. Whip my ass? Better stick to women who’s asses you know you can beat. Really, I’m not here to start trouble, I just want the bear.
Fuck. You.
This prompted Page to take a step forward, but VooDoo placed her hand on his chest and stopped him and shook her head. This caused Page to furrow his brows a little and silently curse the Rabbit business rule, but he would respect it.
Knox got you right, Page. Gonna laugh when he puts you in the hospital.
I’ve got this. She reassured her husband, she turned back to the Baby Daddy and the smiling masquerade was gone. The voice that slipped through her lips caused both men to wonder if a demon was about to come out. GO GET ME THE GODDAMNED BEAR!
I’ll go get you the bear. The Baby Daddy finally said after a moment. He went into one of the doorways off the living room, you can hear him mumbling about getting the bear, after a few minutes he came back and in his hand he had the bear. You can take it back to the little snot-nose in pieces.
Baby daddy started to pull on Bob the Bear’s head, trying to decapitate him and wasn’t paying attention to the fact that each step he took brought him closer and closer until….
BAM!
Chris Page took a step back, he had finally seen it in person, the Black Magic super kick; he had heard it was one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of and after he saw it, he agreed. He’s pretty sure that the baby daddy didn’t see it, until it was too late. He looked at the cameraman and reached out and grabbed the camera and pushed its lens down to the floor. For the next few minutes, you can only hear, as Chris Page and the cameraman watched; as every time the man tried to stand back up, VooDoo would knock him back down. He listened as she called him everything in the book and a few things that he hadn’t heard of in all his years. He found something just beautiful in the amount of savagery she was unleashing as she defended someone she considered her responsibility because for her, taking care of your staff didn’t stop at the door. When the baby daddy finally stopped trying to get up, VooDoo stopped kicking him. She ran her fingers through her long red hair to straighten it back up some before she walked over and picked up the bear. As she walked past the baby daddy one last time, she stopped and looked down at him.
Do me a favor, have Tastee and the baby’s things packed. He started to protest and VooDoo raised her foot and placed it on his throat and applied a little bit of pressure. He grabbed her foot with both hands, struggled but was unable to get it off his throat. No words are needed, just a quick nod of your head if you understand. Baby daddy let go of her foot and nodded his head, VooDoo took her foot off his throat. Good. We’ll be over Monday to get everything. And I suggest you have everything ready. Because you will not like it, if it’s not.
Without another word, VooDoo turned around and back towards the door with Page following behind her. She had Bob the Bear in one hand and was dusting him off with the other hand. She could see her husband looking over at her and smiling and looking away. This happened a few times until they reached the car.
What, Chris? Say it.
Nothing. He said with a smirk, but we all know Chris Page and he’s not just stopping there. Just just can’t believe I watched my bride almost kick a man to death over a teddy bear.
All he had to do was give me the bear.
What kind of a woman did I marry? He shook his head and smiled as he opened the rear door for her.
The crazy kind. She gave him a wink and slipped inside.
Chris looked at the camera guy who was waiting for him to get in the car before he stopped filming. Seems to be my favorite kind.
He slipped in behind her and closed the door and the scene slowly fades to black as the car pulls away from the curb.
I really hope you’ve got your team all prepped and ready for what’s about to happen, Father Cheney. What they signed up for when they decided to represent you and they would be going through what they are about to, if you had stayed in your own lane and minded your own damn business. Judging by the people who were interested in joining Team Cent, you stick your nose into a lot of people’s business.
She pauses for a moment.
I don’t know what you were hoping would happen when you decided that protesting the Rabbit was a good thing. Nothing that goes on in the building is against the law; literally the only thing that I can think of, is you wanting to draw attention to yourself, to make a big name for yourself and since the Rabbit was the hottest thing going, you decided to jump on it. What you thought was going to be a boring day after you make your big announcement, I guess you thought the Den of Sin was just going to let it all slide, you thought I was just going to sit back and let you drag my business and brand name through the dirt. I guess you didn’t expect me to come out guns blazing with custom made tshirts just for your event. In case you weren’t keeping score that day… I took over your event. Just like Team Centurion is going to take over the Wargames match.
She chuckles lightly.
What you people who want to protest and talk shit about the Rabbit and what goes on there… is just free publicity. They have to check it out and see if it’s true, imagine their surprise when they find out that it is anything less than an amazing time. Really, maybe I should thank you, the amount of money alone I make on what you have said about me and the Rabbit has been good for business for both me and my staff. Shoot, I’ve had to hire new staff even.
How does that make you feel, Father Cheney? Your attempt to bring me down, only helped to push me up. How will your followers feel? How will your God feel? To know that you and your team failed?
I don’t know, but do keep us posted on twitter.
The scene fades in again and we find ourselves in the Empire Room, the VIP dining area that you have to be a member of to step foot in. Candice Wolf-Page stood in front of one of the tables, she was dressed in a little black dress and a pair of matching heels; one of the servers for the evening stood next to her and said a silent prayer that the redheaded woman found no fingerprints or smudges on anything. The cameraman was standing in a spot out of the way of the servers as they came through, but with a perfect shot of Table Number One where everyone would be seated.
Perfect, Aria. She finally said with a smile.
Thank you, Ma’am. She said with a smile.
The two women went though the final checklist; as soon as her guests arrived they would bring out the drinks. Since most have been to the Rabbit, they already knew what their favorite drinks were. VooDoo had a bartender and two servers for the night and had given them explicit instructions that no glass should ever be empty and no dirty plate left sitting.
Ms. Candice? The bartender, Jeff, said after he took his hand away from the earpiece he had in. The limo has arrived with the guests.
Excellent. VooDoo smiled. Let’s make this a night to remember.
Within a matter of minutes, the door to the Empire Room opened and in walked the rest of Team Centurion. For those of you who have been living under a rock and don’t know exactly how this team came together, it came from a protest. A protest that Father Cheney decided to spearhead against the Velvet Rabbit and everything that it stood for, what he didn’t expect, was the support that came out for the Rabbit. What he did not expect was Centurion to come out and challenge him, what he didn’t expect was a Wargames match to come from it, a match that Centurian hand picked his team for; Death Metal Whore Chelsea Skye, "Demolition Queen" Erin Blue and the owner of the Rabbit, the Femme Fatale, herself, Candice “VooDoo” Wolf-Page would all be stepping into the ring to face Team Cheney. As the door opened and the other three members of the team stepped into the dining area, VooDoo put on the biggest smile.
Welcome, welcome. She walked over greeting them all with hugs before leading them over to the table. Glad to see you all could make it. No sooner than they sat down, the drinks started coming. I was hoping that we’d all be able to get together one last time before the match happens.
They spent the next hour and a half, wining and dining, talking about the four opponents they were set to face. Talking about the strengths and weaknesses as well as their own. They talked about scenarios and their course of action with them and when they finally thought they had covered everything, that was when VooDoo decided it was time for her little surprise.
Aria, my case, please. VooDoo said, prompting Aria to walk over behind the bar and pull out a small silver briefcase. She walked it over and handed it to VooDoo and then took her place back against the wall waiting. VooDoo placed the briefcase on the table and flipped the locks before she looked around the table at them. You know, when I woke up that morning and found out Father Cheney was staging a protest, I really didn’t know what to think. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so you can only imagine what my first reaction was. The four of them chuckled, she’s been known to be a beast before having that first cup. I smoked and drank my coffee and decided not to fight the protest… but to embrace it. I saw a way to make money off it and to bring publicity to it. She smirked a little. And what do you know, it did just that. She paused briefly before going on. And it brought me the three of you. She looked at Centurion. When you told me what you wanted to do, I didn’t even hesitate, if you were going to come out in defense of my Rabbit, I was going to be right there in the ring with you. She looked at the two others. I didn’t even need to know who Cent was going to pick as our other team mates, because I knew that he would pick those he knew were more than capable of bringing it to the ring with us for the pleasure of reminding Father Cheney of his place and that’s out of other people’s business. So, to honor you all, for what you’re doing, I am giving you all Empire Room Memberships. It basically gives you access to this dining area and VIP access throughout the rest of the Rabbit. She opened the case and pulled out three certificates in 8*10 picture frames as well as smaller ones for their wallets. She smiled again. And when I go global, VIP privileges will be available at all locations.
Chelsea: I’ll try not to film any porn videos whilst I’m taking advantage of this!
Chelsea comments with a laugh as she takes her Empire Membership Card.
Chelsea: But thanks, anything is worth kicking the ass of a religious hypocrite in my book but this is perfect!
No problem, you’re welcome. VooDoo smiled and then winked. Just make sure you clean afterwards, knock yourself out.
Erin: Thank you, Candice. I will definitely put this to good use whenever I can.
You’re welcome, Erin. She smiled. I expect you to. I expect all of you to.
Centurion: Thank you, Candice. He looked at the certificate and smiled. I remember the first time we spoke about a membership and how to get one.
Ah, yes, I remember it well. I said I really hadn’t decided. With everyone running around rich and being able to afford a membership, means that anyone could hand over money and be able to get a membership. It was then that I realized I had to be a little more selective and I decided it would be based on the person they were. She looked around the table. When you all stepped forward, with all this with Father Cheney, I found out the people you were and I knew I found the reason to give them to you. She smiled and took the last drink from her glass. I don’t know about you all, but I am ready to head upstairs and have a good time.
They all agreed it was time to go have some fun and stood up and gathered their things, VooDoo turned to the cameraman and told him he could have the rest of the night off and he had a tab on the house; they didn’t need the rest of the night to go on record. They made their way to the door as they tried to decide where to go first; the Hive for a smoke, the Rabbit for some nudity, or the casino for gambling; whatever they decided, one thing was for sure… they were about to break some of the Ten Commandments.