vs. TPKid

There are many words and phrases that can describe the Lasiewicz Family; demonic rage, warriors, wrestling royalty.  But one word that may surpass all of them is the word loyalty.  The Lasiewicz family has always been fiercely loyal to those they call friends and allies.  They have stood side by side and fought battles that ultimately had nothing to do with them, save for the simple fact that their friends, their allies, and others they were loyal to had been targeted.

There are just as many words and phrases that can describe the Jones Family; among them are psychotic, monsters, sadistic.  The Jones Family have been through many bloody wars with people who wanted to see them and the fire of their legacy extinguished.  The Jones Family themselves have painted the wrestling world red with the blood of their enemies.

Young Jessica Corey Lasiewicz is the daughter of Andreas Lasiewicz and Angelica Jones, thus she has received a good, hearty mix of both the Lasiewicz genes and the Jones genes, making her a lethal mix of a sadistic, fiercely loyal young woman with a touch of demonic rage.  That rage rarely comes out to play, but when it does come out to play it is because her family has been personally attacked.

That fierce loyalty to family is the biggest reason she has joined the Independent Wrestling Cartel.  Jessica’s half-sister, Marie Annabelle Jones, joined the IWC months earlier and had a rough patch coming in, first with Frankie Paradise trying to pressure her into being his errand girl and then trying to ruin her career when she refused, then with the likes of Lucas Knight and Ba’al and the Sinistry who tried, successfully, to keep her away from a shot at the IWC World Heavyweight Championship.

Jessica has joined IWC with the purpose of backing up her half-sister.  Little did she realize that she would end up trying to literally rescue her half-sister from something far worse than a ridiculous cult or an egomaniacal loser.

At the IWC Invictus event Jessica noticed how different her sister had been acting.  She had been acting much more aggressive and more violent than usual.  Jessica knows her sister and knows that this is out of character for the woman who had grew up with a strong moral compass about right and wrong and who wanted to win the right way and not be sadistic for the sheer joy of being sadistic.  Marie had been posting scantily clad pictures of herself all over the internet and had been dressing in risqué clothing.  Jessica had always known her half-sister to dress modestly.

It sounded crazy, but Jessica had suspicions that the woman who competed in the four way for the world title contendership was not her half-sister, that it was not Marie Annabelle Jones.

Jessica could not sit idly by with these suspicions in her mind, not when her family has connections which she can (and has used) use to get her answers.

Her first match is against Trailer Park Kid, who has just picked up the win of his career against Porno Lad at Invictus.  Jessica realizes how difficult this first match in IWC will be, especially against someone as seasoned as TPKid, but she is prepared to do battle come New Age.  Still, her sister and her safety is on her mind.

Jessica Lasiewicz is tapping her foot impatiently in the living room of her Boston, Massachusetts home when there is a knocking at the door.

“It’s open…” she yells out loudly, angrily.  The door opens, as she directed, and in walks the famous...or rather infamous...Prince Kamijo.  “You’re late.”

The elaborately dressed gentleman stepped forth both confidently and smoothly into the room. He emitted a sense of charm that was strangely unusual for the business that Jessica took part in, and a dress sense to match. He seemed to have stepped directly out of a renaissance painting, apart from the bright colours that would probably glow in the dark if it wasn’t for the fact that the lights were still on. Jessica wasn’t likely to chance that, however. This man had a reputation after all. “Hello, lover,” came the words from his expertly painted lips. His voice oozed sophistication and sexuality.

The black haired beauty narrows her brow into an angry glare. “Keep it up.  Either Steven will murder you or my dad will gut you.  Or I may just rip out your spinal chord myself and turn you into a fucking jellyfish.”

“Aren’t you a little firecracker?” The Prince let out, playfully tickling her chin with his bejewelled index finger, a finger that Jessica swatted away viciously with her palm. “I do so believe you’d be an absolute devil within the confides of the bedroom. Ooooh… imagine the kink!”

Jessica quickly reaches out with her right hand and snatches him by his throat.  “Czy chcesz umrzeć?”

“Aren’t you forward?” gasped the much larger man, his face growing a whiter shade of pale, much whiter than the makeup he had painstakingly applied. What took young Jessica off guard was the fact he had instinctively started to undo his soft, velvet trousers. “Straight to business, is it?”

Lady Gambit quickly releases her grip and steps away, shuddering. “You sick little piece of shit…”

Noticing that the eldest daughter of Andreas Lasiewicz had taken a step away, a frown appeared upon the over the top Prince’s immaculate features. “Did moi get his translation wrong? My Polish is so-so, and most things lead to sausages.”

Jessica rolls her eyes. “Look, just tell me what you’ve found out about Marie...and after that I’ll gouge out your eyes with a rusty fork.”

“Does moi not even get a proper welcome? A hello? An offer of a beverage? A sweet, sensual embrace that leads to possibly much more filmed on a handheld camera and accidently leaked onto the internet for millions and millions to fap to none stop to their hearts content?” He sighed melodramatically, arms outstretched. Jessica cocked an eyebrow as Kamijo paced past her, surveying the room with his beady eyes. “Could have at least picked a more exotic location. Least Marie had dancing girls…”

“Why the hell would I…” she pauses, pondering what he just said “...wait, dancing girls?  Was that you being stupid or are you serious about Marie having dancing girls?”

“Ah ah ahhh… You are asking questions and moi is yet to receive any payment for any of his endeavours. Moi has worked long and hard… so hard on this that he deserves a little…” he paused, leaning into the confused girls ear, “...pudding!”

“Well how’s this for payment…” she points upstairs “...cash is in a bag in one of the bedrooms.  Also there is a prostitute and maybe one or two of Steven’s ex girlfriends.  Do with them as you please.  BUT you don’t get anything until I get my information.”

“A prostitute? A PROSTITUTE? Is that what you take moi for?” The Prince, usually so calm was obviously quickened to anger with these comments. “Do not take moi for a simpleton, nor a cheap, back alley rumor mongeror, nor a man of simple tastes or one that dresses up as a badger on alternate weekends.” He strode right up to the much smaller woman, towering over her in a stance that young Jessica never thought possible from the unusual aristocrat. “What I really want, is something else…”

Jessica grins. “Well how about this...I have this theory about Marie, you see, and I just need you to provide the evidence to confirm it.  Are you interested in hearing what my theory is?”

He clapped his hands together like an overexcited child, plopping himself down upon the plush leather seatee. He grabbed some of the soft cushions, plumping them up and beckoning Jessica to sit beside him. “Oh please do, my young formerly ginger nutted friend!”

“I am convinced by her actions alone that that is not Marie Annabelle Jones.  That is not the daughter of Angelica Jones and Sean Williams.  In other words, that is not my sister.  As part of the payment, along with the money and the girls upstairs…” a sinister grin forms on her face “...you can have her.  Whoever it is.  To do as you please.”

“Been there, done that!” Kamijo’s words took her off guard. “She is immensely talented, I will give her that. But she is a little too eager to please. There was simply no fight in her. Just… submitted to my will far too easily. Quite disappointing. She could be trained, I guess. We’ll see.” Jessica’s eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock.

“I fucking knew it!” She pauses. “Wait...what’s her natural hair color?  I know it isn’t red.”

Kamijo raised a dvd from his inside pocket. “All the truth is within this quite magnificently produced movie. Every detail of our meeting, our conversations, the bathroom stall, the back alley, the bedroom, a continental breakfast and an unusual walk in the park with two dogs that seemed to be more passionate about each other than I’ve ever seen you with that current BOYfriend of yours… It could all be yours, the truth, the stories, the color of the carpet… For a price!”  

“Yes and there’s also a lot of things about you I could tell my father…” her voice trails off.

“And how disappointed would he be of this said arrangement?” Kamijo had a point, a very valid point. “He always did ask you to stay away from moi. I have many, many little birdies that could swing everything into moi’s favor. If you want the truth, you must obey my wishes.” He stood up, a playful click of his heels as if stepping out from a sixties musical with a lion, a scarecrow and a tin man by his side.

For the second time she grabs him by his throat and starts to squeeze.  Her eyes go a demonic red color and she speaks, her voice even sounds demonic. “This is your last chance...tell me what I want to know…”

“Oh… there you are Little Morning Star! I was wondering when you would show up!” There was obvious sweat coming from his brow, obviously nervous about the situation he found himself in, though he tried to keep his cool, even though a sense of excitement was welling up inside of him. “I do wonder what devilish traits you have inherited.”

She thrusts him to the ground, mounting him still with her grip firmly around his throat. “Devil?  You are looking at her.  Since you won’t tell her what she wants to know, you die…”

“Now this is much more like it!” He shook nervously, quaking ever so slightly in his boots, though he seemed to gripped her waist with his much larger palms as if he didn’t want this sense of fear to end. “Always wanted to know what it was like to have such a fireblooded Jones girl such as yourself on top!”

Her eyes at this moment seem to return to normal and, maybe, Jessica regains some control. “Ok, freak, just answer my one question otherwise I let Morning Star come back.  Did she tell you her real name and what is it?”

He raised himself upwards, resting upon his elbows as he glared into her eyes. “Oh come on, Buzz Killington. Moi was just starting to enjoy oneself.”

“Her name.  What is it?”

“Kiss me…”

She punches him in the jaw. “That’s how I kiss...you want another or are you going to tell me her name?”

Kamijo cracked his jaw, a trickle of blood dripping from his lip. He let out a yawn, one that seemed to put everything back into place. The blow seemed to leave him dazed, though a grin appeared upon his face as he uttered his response. “Oh, that would be quite lovely. Do so again, with a little more feeling and a much more intense crotch thrust!”

Her eyes go red again.  With a beastly yell she throws another punch, with much more strength this time, almost impossibly strong for a girl of her stature, that connects with his nose. “HER...NAME…”

His head had bounced off of the carpeted floor, a splat of crimson splashing right next to him. He raised himself up once more, peering into those demonic eyes of hers. He licked his lips, his face growing ever closer to hers. “This time with tongues…”

“You want tongues?” She starts speaking a foreign tongue, one unrecognizable.  Then she punches him again. “How’s that?”

Kamijo, amidst all the pain of these hammer like blows lets out a mighty laugh. “ Oh, Jessie… Y-y-you could have made this so easy on yourself. But you didn’t.” He begins to cackle once more. “Now… Now you are simply part of something else entirely. Part of a wondrous picture show taken my by trusty manservant who you will find at the otherside of the window outside. That, and I have no pants on.”

She frowns curiously. “Ok, and what thrill do you get out of a videotape of me beating the hell out of you?  Unless you’re just into that kind of sick thing…”

“The power of film editing, my dear. I have footage of you, stridling moi, and I have no pants on. That is all I need. Imagine what certain people will think of such a thing. Your friends, your boyfriend, your father?”

“My father would believe me and kill you.  You wouldn’t dare.”

“Possibly… would that little Bauer boy? Would the wrestling world as a whole? And if your father did react, there would be an obvious motive for him to attack. Far too much fuel for the police given the circumstances. Now… One does think the power is very much in moi’s hands. Or would you like to disagree?”

She sighs and gets up off of him. “I am tired of the games.  Jessica is not here right now, freak.  So tell me, what do you want, tell me what I want to know, or else I will kill you.  Video camera or no video camera.”

“So…” He sits up, still in a semi state of undress, “if Jessica is not here… Then certain rules do not apply.” He grinned once more. “Kiss me… And all will be revealed…”

“Why the fuck do you want me to kiss you so damn badly?  What’s your obsession?  I’m fucking 21!”

“And moi is only 24. Not much of a difference, is there?” He kipped up, pacing right to her. “Moi needs to know that is all. Just a last little act so everything can be understood. And if you peek downwards, and moi knows you have… You will know what this situation has done to oneself…”

She sighs. “Fine...only because I want to save Marie.  She’d damn well better appreciate this.”

She kisses him on the cheek. “There.  Now you got your kiss and that’s all you get.”

“You disappoint moi, Jessica. You really do.” He leaned inwards to her, his intoxicating breath the only thing she could inhale. “If you remember… I asked for tongues…”

“God your breath smells bad…”

“Kiss moi… And you’ll find out why.”

“You put your clue in your mouth?  You’re sick.” Reluctantly she does as he asks, kissing him on the lips this time.

“A peck?” he seemed overly disappointed. “Where is the fire? Where is the passion? Come on, little Jessica. Give me your very best shot!”

“I am not going to fucking make out with you!  You asked for a kiss, you got two.  Now give me what I asked for.”

“Then you get nothing…” He immediately pulled up his trousers, struggling to keep at bay the sight that Jessica’s eyes had carefully managed to avoid. “Then one take moi’s business elsewhere…” He half turned towards the downway. “And one thought you really needed this information… More important than anything, you said. I guess it wasn’t…”

She grinned. “I know it isn’t her.  I could just kill her myself and be done with it.  Why do I need your extra information?”

“Because one: How can you be sure. Two: everything you just said has been committed to tape. Three: Because you want it, so… so badly…”

“And you clearly want something from me so, so badly...I’m not going to give it to you.  Not on tape.  Not anytime.  You can try and take it from me.  Then I’ll call rape.  And you know the male of the species doesn’t fare too well in those situations.”

“Diplomatic immunity does wonders.” He turned his back once more. “Now if you excuse moi, if our business is done, moi shall exit this rather humble place. I tire of your poorly planned games and desire something much more appealing. If you do so change your mind, you do know where to find moi…” He turned and winked. “And these lips…”

She rushes him.  In a demonic rage she grabs him and thrusts him into a nearby closet.  She gets inside with him and shuts the door behind her.

“Now...privacy...tell me what I want to know…”

The closet began to rumble and shake, muffled grunts and groans emitting from it. Moments pass, followed by short gasps of air. The closet rumbles once more, almost tipping over with whatever is happening within. This goes on awhile longer, before Kamijo himself stumbles out, his white shirt torn and his lips tainted red with lipstick. He bears a huge grin upon his face, in a daze of ecstasy as he almost drunkenly tumbles onto the seatee. “Now… THAT is what moi was waiting for!”

Jessica emerges, seemingly unphased. “Everything.  Tell me everything. Starting with her REAL name.”

He hands over the DVD, which she snatches from him. “Upon viewing what is within, you will find that the carpet certainly does not match the curtains…”

“I didn’t think so.  Black?”

“You should watch. Tis quite the masterpiece. Also within this rather magnificent production, she does beg moi to call her by a different name than the one she gave moi in the bar…”

“Just tell me what that name is.  I want to know that first before I watch.  I want to know who I am up against.”

Kamijo paced towards the door, as Jessica followed. He turned, attempting to give her a mocking kiss goodbye. She managed to avoid most of it, only half catching her on the lips. He cackled once more as he backed out of the room with a vast bow. “Kimberley…”

Her face goes pale.  “...well then, you just fucked a corpse…”

“There always has to be a first time.” And with that, he exited.

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Promo

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Ladies and gentlemen of the Independent Wrestling Cartel, Redemption has now arrived in the form of Lady Gambit…

…but you will quickly get to know me by another name, a name that has struck fear in the hearts of wrestlers for years, a name that has brought darkness into and washed wrestling federations red with the blood of their supposed superstars…

…The Morning Star.

I have nothing against TPKid.  He gained a hell of a victory against Porno Lad at Invictus.  It was a great match and he earned it.

Unfortunately he is now up against me.  It would be nice if TPKid were facing “Lady Gambit” Jessica Lasiewicz, wouldn’t it?  But no, his damn luck has him up facing The Morning Star.  The destroyer of men.  The creature who has spilled blood and will spill blood again.

TPKid, if you are religious then I would advise you to pray.  Pray to whatever deity you believe in, whether it be Jesus, Allah, or the Flying Fucking Spaghetti Monster.  Pray that your god will rescue you from the coming storm, a storm and darkness that is about to engulf IWC…

…starting with you.

The joy you felt at Invictus, the elation you felt is about to come to a miserable end, the same way the rest of this company will crumble, the same way everyone else will fall one by one at the hands of Morning Star.

Redemption for you doesn’t mean a new beginning.  Redemption for IWC doesn’t mean salvation.  Redemption for you and IWC means a cleansing through fire, because only fire can purify the ugliness, the abomination that I see as I enter IWC…

A pervert enslaving women?  A cult of freaks who claim to represent morality?  Chase Global?

You’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time, Kid.  I know your talent, your skill, and I know we’ll put on a hell of a show, but at the end of it all you cannot survive this encounter.  You will not survive this encounter.  But I won’t stand here and say that you are just a mere example to everyone else who will face me in the future, you are not just an example of what I can do inside of a wrestling ring.

You will be my first great victory here in this company.  A company my sister has called home for a few months now.  A company I now shall call my own.  A company I shall take by storm.

Dobranoc…