Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 8, 2020 19:53:06 GMT -5
***The events depicted in this RP occurred this past Monday, prior to the first Fireside show.***
Mistress Discipline and Death Trap roll around in the grass between a few trees in a photogenic Japanese public garden. Each time Mistress Discipline thinks she has Death Trap pinned beneath her, he reverses the move and she finds herself beneath him. Their tussle continues for a few minutes before Mistress Discipline is pinned by Death Trap via inside cradle, and a small piece of candy lands on the crest of her blouse.
They both pause to look at the candy before a second candy hits Death Trap on the arm and bounces to the ground beside Mistress Discipline’s left ear. They look to see where the candy came from and notice Dr. Chaos, Mistress Discipline’s manager and friend, standing a safe distance away shoving a good sized handful of the same candy into her mouth before pulling her mask back down.
Mistress Discipline blinks a few times. “Chaos, why are you throwing candy?”
Chaos swallows. “I know y’all are having fun taking turns on top, but we need to get going if you don’t want to have the book club meeting in that position.”
Death Trap moves off of his tag team partner offering his hand to help her up. “I suppose that would be awkward.”
Mistress Discipline brushes the grass off the front of her blouse. “It was some last minute practice to prepare for our upcoming match in Thailand. Thank you for reminding us of the upcoming meeting, Chaos. I know we are on a tight schedule if we want to catch the plane back to the States later today.”
Chaos picks up the backpack beside her. “I’m looking forward to Thailand! I think I’ll look for some help to hire, I hear that’s easy to do there and won’t break our trip budget.”
“What do you need to hire help for? I’ve only heard stories of … unseemly things.” Death Trap stretches and both women steal a glance at his exposed midsection before the group heads over to the walking trail.
Chaos looks up sharply. “From whom?” She grabs a water bottle from the side of her backpack before offering it to Death Trap.
Death Trap nonchalantly retorts. “Mongo.” and grabs the water bottle from Chaos’s hand.
Chaos nods. “I’ll have to ask his secretary for areas to avoid then. I need help carrying all her wardrobe. And mine. Mostly mine. I’ve bought a few things this trip already.”
Mistress Discipline leads the group down the walking trails. “I believe there were a few benches a little ways down. Chaos, did you ask Mongo’s Secretary about which type of pies would be used for our match?”
Chaos giggles. “Oh, all manner of De-Lish-OUS pies. No nuts though. I know you don’t like the taste of nuts.”
Death Trap spits out a little water before looking over. He quickly regains composure. “Wonder if we can say the same for Keith?”
Mistress Discipline looks over at her tag team partner. “Beg your pardon?”
Death Trap hands the empty water bottle to Chaos. “What!? You’ve seen the way they eat. They’re probably getting street nuts from street vendors rather than the higher class Pad Thai.“
Mistress Discipline breathes deeply. “Yes, their diet does not support high class anything. I am somewhat concerned Keith might have a heart attack during our match from the sheer volume of fat that must flow through his veins.”
Chaos giggles. “Or a stroke from his fat head. Though he might like a cream pie to his face.”
Death Trap looks up in thought. “I wonder… do ya think they’ll force Dakota and Cross to bake the pies? Keith and Neo have a thing for Dakota and I’ve seen in their promos that they like emulating Mary Berry.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “Then I hope they know how to avoid a soggy bottom. I would not want that in my face.”
Death Trap narrows his eyes. “Quite…” He shrugs. “Just make sure if one of us gets hit, it’s a Dakota pie. I hear Recoba’s are terrible.”
Chaos snorts. “I don’t want either of their cream pies, thanks.”
Mistress Discipline points at the benches in front of them. “We should space ourselves out to support social distancing efforts.”
Death Trap approaches the benches. “Uh, wait. Shouldn’t I have actually … ya know … read the book if I’m joining this book club meeting? What do you even read?” Death Trap sits down and thinks about his own recent reading conquest … a Batman comic issue.
Chaos eyes the benches before plopping down on the grass across the path in front of the benches. “I brought a copy of the book we are reviewing for you Death Trap. I’ll give it to you, right after I get Zooming.” She opens her back pack and hands each of them their laptop before setting hers up and grabbing a water bottle for herself.
Mistress Discipline’s face blinks onto the zoom screen surrounded by a picturesque Japanese park. A blue face mask has been pulled under her chin and stands ready to be pulled up at a moment's notice. Two more screens pop up.
Death Trap’s computer is sitting on the park bench beside him; we can just see Mistress Discipline on the park bench six feet away as he leans back against the park bench. His mask hangs on one ear. He adjusts his shades and bowler hat.
Dr. Chaos lays on the green grass surrounded by the Japanese park propped up on her hands but the background is different as though from a different angle. Her mask sits upon the top of her head like sunglasses.
A few more squares join the zoom meeting but they aren’t in the park.
Mistress Discipline nods. “Good. We have a few more minutes until the Book Club is scheduled to begin our monthly meeting. I hope-”
She is interrupted by a man with sandy blond hair. “Oh! Since we have a few moments, shall I compare ye to a summer’s day?”
Chaos perks up and starts waving at someone behind her computer. Failing to get noticed, she picks up Death Trap's empty water bottle and chucks it. The
empty water bottle hits Death Trap’s shoulder and he looks in the direction it came.
Mistress Discipline looks surprised a moment before giving her head a small shake. “That is not… I would prefer if you did not…. We have other-”
The sandy haired man interrupts her again. “You are more lovely and more temperate.”
Chaos mouths something at Death Trap who whispers back “What? Just whisper.”
Chaos animatedly gestures as though shoving someone down a steep hill.
Mistress Discipline purses her lips. “Did you miss the part where I slap the smile off the- ”
Sandy interrupts her again. “Rough winds do shake and something.”
Death Trap raises his hands. “Just whisper.”
Chaos picks up her mostly empty water bottle, downs the rest and chucks it at Death Trap. He catches it and throws it back, hitting Chaos in the shoulder like she hit him. Chaos yelps.
Mistress Discipline closes her eyes a moment. “You are misquoting the poetry you had the chance to look up? At least when Keith tries to flirt, he sticks to what he knows.”
Sandy looks a little hurt but continues. “But your eternal summer shall not fade.”
Chaos throws the water bottle back at Death Trap. It would have hit him in the face, but he catches it easily and throws it back. Again, it hits Chaos in the shoulder. Again, she yelps.
Mistress Discipline makes a small noise. “That is not the next line. But I know my tag team will not fade from this competition. We are more than strong enough to take on The ReVenants and we will defeat them this weekend.”
Chaos lifts herself up to throw the water battle harder at Death Trap, It would have hit his knee, but he catches it easily and is smiling when he throws it back. Chaos dives to the side but it still hits her in the shoulder. This time she growls.
The man opens his mouth but is interrupted by the zoom entrance bell. A woman appears and immediately starts shouting. “SORRY, SORRY. I’M LATE, I KNOW. SORRY.”
Chaos stands up and punts the water bottle. It sails over Death’s head as he watches it. He picks up the first empty water bottle and throws it at Chaos. It hits her in the shoulder.
Mistress Discipline takes a breath. “Inside voices, please. You two stop.” she gestures in front and beside her. “I believe we are ready to begin this meeting. Today we are reviewing a historic literary work selected by Dr. Chaos. This selection features an interesting documentation of the societal norms of a culture and the relationship expectations placed upon its members. Today we are joined by my partner, Death Trap. He will be joining the review of this month’s ‘book’ though we may have forgotten to give him a copy.”
Chaos pops up and grabs something out of the backpack beside her and sprints behind her laptop. A book and pale arm appear in Death Trap’s box as he accepts the book. He opens a page somewhere near the middle and discovers it’s a pop up book. His eyes widen.
Chaos returns to her spot. “The Kama Sutra is a nail scratching experience for those who wish to compare their genitals to animals.”
Death Trap looks at Mistress in confusion as he turns the page and two people pop up.
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “Chaos, that is not the main purpose of this title. Much like The ReVenants focuses on the wrong aspect of wrestling, you are focusing on the wrong aspect of this work. This, like wrestling, isn’t about sex.”
Death Trap finds a little tab that moves one of the characters back and forth with a pull. He mutters to himself, “I’m 40, why am I reading this in public??”
Chaos snorts. “Sex Sells. The Kama Sutra wouldn’t sell nearly as many books, or have been turned into a popup book if it didn’t feature-” She gestures to where Death Trap is turning to the next page and a group of people pop up. His face is contorted with horror.
Mistress Discipline looks displeased. “Are you suggesting we turn this respectable book club into a topless reading hour? Because I would like to go on record right now: I will not participate in a group activity that does not involve me wearing clothing. I know Keith is fine flashing his cock around town but I find his antics immature.”
Chaos looks up over her laptop. “Wait. What?”
Death Trap glances away from the book to answer in a monotone voice. “She means his title belt.” He returns his gaze to the book, all color drained from his face.
Mistress Discipline nods. “He may have won the Around the Clock title but that was limited to their fed. This is a network wide event. And they think cheeseburgers are a healthy wrestling food.”
He turns the book to the next page which features an elephant, a horse, and a deer. He recoils. “Dayum nature, you kinky.”
Both Mistress Discipline and Chaos look at Death Trap for a moment before one of the other Zoom participates clears their throat.
Mistress Discipline blinks and refocuses. “Right. The collected works of the Kama Sutra focus on the enjoyment and fulfillment of life. They discuss methods that work for the culture it was written to support. But cultures change with each generation. While playing rough with the boys before a big competitive sporting event may have once been a great idea to blow off steam, it is now recognized as reckless. That is not to say that some of the suggestions included in the Kama Sutra are not without merit and I fully expect that the ReVenants to present a challenge”
Death Trap snaps his head up to look at Mistress Discipline. “A challenge in what?”
Mistress Discipline looks taken aback. “Anything could happen in that ring. One of us could slip and pie ourselves in the face. Though I think it more likely that one of them will get hungry and try to eat the pie. Once they have pie on their face, they have pie on their face and we win.”
Death Trap points down at the book on his lap. “No. You think…”
Mistress Discipline looks down at his lap and the book sitting upon it.
Chaos pops up. “You haven’t even gotten to the best one!” She walks over to Death Trap as she pulls up her mask. She accepts the book and flips though a few pages before handing it back to Death Trap.
Death Trap looks down at the scene popping out at him. “I don’t bend that way.”
Chaos brightens up as she chimes in, “Do you wanna? Would my Mistress assist? Wouldn’t you, Mistress? Can I watch?”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “No. No more questions.”
