In just one month, Aria Knight has shifted the paradigm of IIW Friday Night Combat's women's division entirely. Costing Beckett Marisol the championship, and then immediately defeating the new champion and a former top contender, the sky truly is the limit for The Proper Villainess.
As we inch closer to the upcoming pay-per-view, Aria's quest for domination has hit quite the pothole.
She now has to team with the person of whom she hates the most.
Aria Knight: Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Is IIW tryin' to have a laugh at my expense? Is this some sort o' sick joke? Absolute rubbish.
Inside of her Tokyo hotel room, Aria, days from working the upcoming Miracle Galaxy Pro show, sidearms her cell phone on the bed. Isla Villin remains seated in a chair next to the window that overlooks the skyline.
Aria Knight: Who's the new match maka' now and why are we doin' this rubbish "people who hate each otha' are now teamin' together" shit? Who thinks this is a good idea?
Isla Villin: Kid, people get paid a lot of money to put this stuff together. Sometimes there's some bonehead ideas.
Aria Knight: I'm not goin' to help Beckett win this match.. But I also don't want to lose. S'pose I'll just have to do all of the heavy liftin' myself.
Frustrated, Aria runs both hands through her jet black hair and huffs, trying to keep her blood pressure under control.
Aria Knight: Junko Souma and Jasmine are set to fight for the belt that I should be fightin' for. Instead, I have to face 'em in a meaningless, throwaway match? Did the Combat staff not see the exhibition I displayed out there last time on Combat? I was elite. I dominated.. Yet, it's literally back to the drawin' board.
She rolls her eyes. This isn't going how she had planned. At all.
Aria Knight: I'm the Kingdom Come Wrestling World and Television Champion! I'm the future Miralce Galaxy Pro Interstellar Dream Champion! I'm rollin' in title opportunities, but all I can get here after stirrin' up the dust is this bollocks of a tag match.
Aria snarls and looks in Isla's direction.
Aria Knight: And everything was goin' so smoothly.
Isla Villin: You fucked their plans up, Aria. So to get back at you, they fucked yours. Guess it's your time to retaliate.
Isla puts down the newspaper she was reading and stands up from the chair.
Isla Villin: You gotta' be able to react on the fly. Not everything goes to plan.
Aria Knight: I want that belt. I hold a win over Jasmine. That makes me the rightful contenda'!
Isla Villin: So does Junko.
Isla Villin: You just need to show Beckett that she's nothin' without you carrying the heavy load. Finish your business that you started wit' her. Let Jasmine and Junko beat the hell outta' one another and then know that you're next.
Isla flashes a smile at her protégé.
Isla Villin: And when the time is right, you're gonna' claim that championship for your own, Aria.
She takes a step towards her.
Isla Villin: And wit' it around your waist, your plan of ruinin' Beckett Marisol and wearin' her championship will be complete. You just have to bide your time, kid.
Aria Knight: You have a point.
Isla Villin: Rome wasn't build in a day.
Isla playfully shrugs while continuing her thought.
Isla Villin: And sure, you've made some direct hits so far in a short amount of time, but you can't take down this division in one month. Wipe Beckett off of the face o' the earth. Make her regret callin' you out at the All Belts Spectacular. Finish her. And then it'll be time to finish the story. Your goal was that belt. And we ain't stoppin' til it's around your waist, kid.
Aria Knight: Still doesn't make havin' to endure this match any easier.
Aria cannot hide the look of disappointment on her face. It's almost pure disgust.
Aria Knight: Is this women's division in such shambles that this was the best possible match available?
Isla Villin: This is why you have to finish it off. That belt around anyone else's waist is meaningless. That belt around YOUR waist? Instant credibility for Combat. They need you more than you need them. And they know it. They're trying to use what little leverage they have left.
Aria Knight: Then I suppose I'd best show up to Combat after cripplin' Bison Kojima and let everyone know exactly just who the bloody 'ell The Propa' Villainess truly is.
Post by Daddy Marisol on May 27, 2023 10:42:34 GMT
Daddy and Friends, Vol One:
Friends is a very loose terms considering that even without the IIW Women's title, Daddy is still the best, after all once you have had nice warm cookies the last thing that you want to go back to are store bought. It's not being mean it is simply a state of mind and a fact of life and if one person has failed to be able to understand that then that is their fault and not Daddy Marisol's. Another truth is that sometimes you have to get up, face the consequences, pull your panties out of your ass and ever so slightly still go on, but around here we left panties long ago but what we do know how to do is to hold our head high and go on.
Daddy Marisol had made many 'friends' along her journey as the IIW Women's journey but those friends were not true because in this business everyone wants to be the best and still we call them that because it is simply easier so on the next Combat it will be Daddy and Knight taking on the current IIW Women's champion in Jasmine (she's store bought cookies by the way) and Junko Souma. For fuck why, Daddy did not know but maybe it would be good? Hell she could not even convince herself of such a matter because putting Daddy Marisol in this match, made her own personal stock fall down. Still these three were the 'friends' that were chosen to be brought along on this little adventure, though Daddy Marisol was still currently not ready.
"Wow," she said as she still sat down for her interview. Most people had thought that she would not go through with it but why not? She shook her head as the interviewer ask her that one question that she knew would eventually come. "What next?" was the statement that Daddy Marisol had echoed as she looked at the interviewer. "What the hell kind of question is that?" was her retort as the interviewer seemed shocked. "I mean matches are next, building up from the ground that was pulled away from me to get back where I belong." She was then asked about Aria Knight.
"Well I mean it's pretty obvious by this point that Aria has some kind of vendetta against me no? I mean how must Jasmine really feel knowing she can not seem to pick up a victory without interference but I digress. All four women in this match have nothing to prove as we all have done that time and time again but the match will come as it may. I am not here to honestly talk about that I am simply here to promote my new cookie line." She blamed Maverick but he was right. She needed something else to do while she was training to get back to the point of getting another match for the IIW Women's title and her time still in Japan here and there.
"You see when Jasmine and I went round for round and punch for punch and she came out the victor the truth was it was unexpected but all it made me want to do was to make one of the most delicious varities of cookies and sell them fresh out of my house to shove down her throat. Sadly with this tag match that I have been booked in, it seems that Junko will have to bite down on that same cookie and choke as well." It was an unseen problem but Daddy had, had a match with Junko too. Friends and enemies well the lines between the two seemed to be blurring now more than ever but the one thing that she could see clear as day was that she was no longer the big fish that everyone was chomping after but instead thrown back. It did not bother her too much but the current was hell to get through.
"These cookies may also be especially ordered online and are guaranteed to be freshly on your doorstep within two to three days as long as you are ordering within the united states. We do ship outside of the united states but time of delivery will naturally vary depending on where it is that we are having to send them too." It was nice to get out and explore though because options always opened up elsewhere, still everyone would always come back to home as she heard the next question from the interviewer. The lady wanted to know if it was possible for her and Aria to even work together as a cohesive unit which drew quite an unnatural laughter from Beckett.
"That is the same thing I am wondering. I mean it is as if there is no clear looking out and seeing that there is absolutely no love lost between me and Aria. She does not want to be me and I do not want to be her and yet we still do not have any kind of love for one another. I would honestly choke her on one of my freshly baked cookies if this match was a four way but luckily for her, her saving grace is that she is looked at as my tag partner for this one occasion."
It would be like having someone be forced to help you bake and you turn around and murder them with a baking pin. Nope watching enough of Murder she baked movies had taught Beckett better than that. You at least needed to wait until you were not in anyway able to be traced for you put them on ice. "None the less if anyone who is listening to this interview expects me to have anything bad to say about these women, this will not be the case." She had to get that cookie line out and doing well and then she could talk more shit about these women. It was time to prioritize whatever was important to her and they needed to do the same. If that made Combat better or worse, well Beckett could not say at all. Everyone needed to carve their own way, this match was just the current thing for the four of them at the moment.
Besides any true person knew that if she spoke bad about any of them she would have to include herself and no, Daddy did like to play games but those were not quite the type that she fancied herself on. "As far as who the better woman is well I guess the match on Combat will prove that though it's a shame that Dayspring was not smart enough to handle his wrestler you know what I mean? How someone like Hamilton got in power, that still baffles my mind but alas he, Hamilton that is seems to know my worth and has finally booked me under his regimen. Good to know that he likes to think with his brains and not his dick isn't it?"
What? Don't act so damn surprised. Men had been holding down women for generations and even as far as we have came, as far as the modern woman had worked they still do it time to time in the business world and it made her feel less suspicious of having to worry about that with Hamilton though as long as the man is equipped with a dick, he would never be completely out of the fire, not now, not ever. "Speaking of; my cookies do offer nuts if that is your thing but for those of you with nut allergies do not worry we have that covered too."
In business understandably so one had to do what was best for it and her cookie line at this moment was what was best. She had trained even more so for the match but the truth was that no matter what she could not control how the match came out however the one thing she did have control over was who could choke on these cookies and honestly that was all three of the other women. There are no friends in business and that is a cold hard truth.
Our scene opens up inside a lavishly decorated hotel ballroom where the 34th annual Mt Sinai Hospital's Nurses' Ball is being held. A heavily lauded and widely celebrated event, the Nurses' Ball is a beloved tradition that boasts attendance of the city's and state's most elite citizens, patients and officials. This year it is a bit different as this year's annual gathering is honoring the Perez-Sanchez family for their numerous contributions to the hospital and community at large throughout the decades. Sitting on the dais are the IIW Women's Champion Jasmine Raye flanked by her parents Sebastian and Isàbellá Sanchez-Raye. Alongside them are her grandparents Javier and Juanita Sanchez, her twin brother Julian Raye and his significant other Billie, Jasmine's significant other Ian Masters, her older sister Daniela and Amaya, her older brothers Miguel and Javier with their significant others as well as her nieces and nephews. The family are all immaculately dressed and coifed. Smiles on their faces as they converse with multiple guests offering their thanks and congratulations.
Sebastian Raye took a moment to look over the family. Julian just took a deep breath. Miguel nodded to the younger male and smirked.
Sebastian Raye: *Under his breath.* Do we have to be so smiley? My jaw hurts.
Julian just shook his head to the comment.
Sebastian Raye: And the suit really?
Isàbellá flashed a warm smile at a well wisher before turning towards her husband.
Isàbellá Sanchez-Raye: Sebastian, you had a choice of suits laid out for you by your personal stylist especially for tonight. You're just mad that I vetoed that suit that looked it came from Animal House.
Amaya and Miguel did their best not to laugh as the image of their stepfather in the aforementioned suit nearly broke their usual stoic facial expressions. This was too rich.
Jasmine sat side by side, holding hands with Ian. A genuinely loving smile on her face as she looked into his eyes.
Sebastian Raye: I just have a strong dislike for dressing up. I feel silly.
Sebastian shot a look at Amaya and Miguel before his eyes turned to Jasmine and Ian for a moment.
Sebastian Raye: Look at those two.
Ian's eyes were locked on Jasmine's.
Ian Masters: What are you thinking? Other than that ignorant tag match you have coming up.
Jasmine’s smile instantaneously vanished at the mention of the impending tag match which paired her with her number one contender Junko Souma against the former champion Beckett Marísol and Aria Knight.
Jasmine Raye: I was hoping to avoid thinking about those three pretenders for at least one night, love. Unfortunately their existence once again rears its ugly head within my thoughts. I have been around the business in my short life long enough to know what management is doing by setting this up. They’re seeing if strange bedfellows do indeed make great allies. The whole “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” bit.
Jasmine’s train of thought was gratefully broken as the orchestra began to play the opening sequence of “Come Little Children”. A soft yet sensual voice rang out in the ballroom silencing everyone inside. Eyes turning in the voice’s direction in a trancelike manner.
Sebastian started to hum as Julian's gaze pulled toward the entryway. Miguel just shook his head as he introduced his feminine counterpart to an older couple. Everyone else seemed very intrigued by the new music.
Ian Masters: They are only as good as you allow them to be. Mind over matter, my dear.
Sebastian turned to Isabella and his eyes shined brightly.
Sebastian Raye: Interesting taste in music.
The song's lyrics float through the air like magic. All who hear them are entranced and enthralled as the songstress finally makes her appearance.
'Come little children I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children The time's come to play Here in my garden of shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way Through all the pain And the sorrows Weep not poor children For life is this way Murdering beauty and passions'
The songbird is none other than La Muerta Serai Leone. Her voluptuous frame undulating in sync to the melody. Her seductive gaze landing on every person in attendance. Immediately bringing them under her thrall.
'Hush now dear children It must be this way Too weary of life And deceptions Rest now my children For soon we'll away Into the calm and the quiet Come little children I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children The time's come to play Here in my garden of shadows..'
Isàbellá could only shake her head. When it came to her oldest sister, nothing surprised her anymore.
An amass of people moved slowly toward the newcomer, their eyes glossed over.
Ian Masters: There are so many odds in your favor. They fail to see that. I, however, see things in a different light.
The song continued. Julian rolled his eyes. Miguel just glanced over before turning back to his conversation.
Sebastian Raye: What was that doctor's name that you thought Miguel should talk to about his foot again?
Isàbellá Sanchez-Raye: Dr Flora Alvarez. She came highly recommended by several doctors and former patients. I'm certain she can help him heal.
Jasmine nodded before turning her gaze to the ever growing sea of faces surrounding her aunt. Leave it up to Serai to make an unforgettable entrance and bring down the house. In the blink of an eye, Serai snapped her slender digits and within mere moments, they are in Wonderland. The scenery a far cry from the elegant ballroom they were in just seconds ago.
Sebastian nodded lightly. The sound of the snapping digits caused his head to tilt to one side. Ian took a deep breath and looked around as the scenery shifted.
Julian Raye: Aiyo? What the Hell?
Jasmine only smirked. She knew exactly where she was. That smirk turning into a sadistic smile on her lovely face.
Jasmine Raye: Home sweet home. Bienvenudo gèmélo. Welcome to Wonderland, my home away from home.
She moved away from the dais and made a beeline for her throne. With each step she took, her wardrobe changed drastically.
Ian followed at Jasmine's heel as Sebastian began to get an uneasy feeling. His baby blue eyes scanned the area as an all too familiar being made their presence known.
The White Rabbit: Tick tock. Tick tock. We have been waiting...
The rabbit's right ear twitched rhythmically. The unnatural movement was a bit too chilling. Julian took a step forward.
Julian Raye: Gemela, you know I don't do this whole game of thrones meets delusional stuff.
Julian took a step toward the rabbit before his father stepped between them. Sebastian got nose to nose with the rabbit.
Sebastian Raye: I got my eye on you.
The white rabbit: We believe you.
The rabbit turned to Jasmine.
The white rabbit: We were not expecting an audience, your highness.
Jasmine shrugged nonchalantly.
Jasmine Raye: Don't blame me, Conejo. I didn't bring them. Aunt Rai did...
Jasmine fixed her penetrating gaze onto her twin. Her state unflinching.
Jasmine Raye: Really, Gèmélo? The man who went dressed up as Jason Momoa in his roles as Khal Drogo and Aquaman for Halloween this year? This should be right up your alley. Lighten up. You might actually like it here.
The patriarch of the family and the rabbit's heads canted to the same side as they turned their sights to one another. Julian lifted a brow. He turned to his twin with a smirk.
Julian Raye: So why are we here then?
He waited on an answer as Sebastian cracked his neck and the rabbit mirrored the motion.
The White Rabbit: We thought it prudent to get the queen to address her subjects and-
The rabbit paused its gaze locking into Ian.
The white rabbit: The vicious jabbawock, we see?
Miguel slowly let a wryly grin grow on his visage.
Miguel Sanchez: I don't know, little brother. There is something familiar about this place.
Amaya looked at her twin confused as fuck.
Amaya Nitro: Is there anything you need to tell me, Miguel? What do you know that I don't?
Jasmine grinned mischievously at Miguel's comment. Serai sauntered over and took her place by Jasmine's throne. Her outfit also having undergone a dramatic transformation as well.
Serai Leone: Calmèsé. No one has anything to worry about. Rabbit, did you deliver our 'package' and message to Ms. Knight's home address as the Queen of Hearts commanded?
The Rabbit turned to Serai with a small nod.
The White Rabbit: We did. We don't think our message will go.. unnoticed. Nor will the.. rest.
The Rabbit turned its attention back to Sebastian.
The White Rabbit: We see you.
Miguel turned to his twin, the ear to ear grin making his teeth shine brightly.
Miguel Nitro: We were here before twin. Many many years ago.
Amaya's look of puzzlement and concern grew more with each passing second.
Amaya Nitro: Stop fucking around with me, Miguel. You're creeping me the hell out. I don't like it when you do shit like this.
Jasmine sensed the camera crew's presence and turned towards them.
Jasmine Raye: Well hello there. I knew you'd come! (Yes I threw in a Hardy Party/Matt Hardy referee in there. Sue me.) You actually got here just in time. Aria, you got lucky at the last Combat show. If it was not Junko getting in the way after taking your knuckles away, I would have -taken the victory. Have a nice celebration thinking that I won't get the lick in and then some. Just because you are British doesn't make you better than me or anyone else. Your problem isn't nor was it ever with me. Your problem was and is with Beckett. Keep it that way because if you persist in making your issue be with me, well don't say that I didn't warn you. I have permanent ways of solving problems that were never mine to begin with. As for your manager?
Jasmine looked at her aunt standing by her side. Serai looked back down at her and smiled devilishly with a nod.
Serai Leone: I will gladly take care of and dispose of your manager. She can get some too. If she sees fit to interfere on your behalf, then I will take that as a blatant act of violence and retaliate. Luckily I wake up choosing violence daily. I give no fucks and no mercy.
Miguel reached out and twirled his sister's hair.
Miguel nitro: really Ami, you need to be more flexible.
He let out a soft chuckle.
The white rabbit: We have our tricks Ms. Junko. Ms. Beckett. So good to see you again.
Sebastian just continued to eye the rabbit, but said nothing.
The white rabbit: You see.. we speak.. you listen. And perhaps that is our issue.. you choose not to. You choose to speak out of line and turn. You choose to be a thorn on rose. But you still have less bite.
Julian Raye: Okay.. talking rabbit still a bit much. Don't you think?
Jasmine addressed her twin briefly.
Jasmine Raye: Juju, as many times as we've watched all the different versions of Alice in Wonderland... how could you have possibly forgotten? Rules and normalcy do not apply here. Please do better Juju. You're really disappointing me. I thought you had more imagination in you than this. For shame.
Julian Raye: But Jassy... Even with all this my rationale is winning.
The white rabbit: We live to serve. No more. No less. We are just the voice to those who go unheard.
The white rabbit: Soon the music of the screams of two others' will join the symphony we call. Until then.. run.