Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jun 14, 2021 21:48:29 GMT -5
Death Trap opens the door and Mistress Discipline promptly shoves a box of cupcakes into his chest. He grabs the box and opens his mouth to ask what’s going on only for Dr. Chaos, Mistress Discipline’s Manager, to shove a cupcake into his mouth.
“Just a moment.” Mistress Discipline drops her hands to Death Trap’s winning abs. "See Chaos. Totally Different." She runs her hands up his tumtum.
Death Trap attempts to question this action but instead mumbles around the cupcake in confusion and cocks an eyebrow.
Chaos clicks her tongue. “Swallow. Don’t talk with food in your mouth. Learn to swallow faster. And let us in!” She stacks her cupcakes on top of Mistress Discipline’s box and as both women push by him.
Death Trap covertly spits the cupcake at a shoe rack. It lands in a dress shoe as he turns to his guests. “Ok but why though?”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “Talking with food in your mouth is very unbecoming. Why would you want to talk with food in your mouth to begin with?”
He carefully unloads the cupcake boxes onto the bench he was just promo-ing from. “Point the first, Chaos nearly choked me to death with red velvet.”
“I thought you’d like the feel of red velvet…” Chaos demurely posits and grabs a cupcake from the top box.
“POINT THE SECOND … why the cupcakes is what I meant? So again… but why though?” DT snaps back in retort.
Mistress Discipline smiles “So we can pick the best flavor for our tag team celebration. SWAT has given us a great opportunity to earn the points for those tag team belts. And our afterparty will be life altar-ing.”
Death Trap mumbles in reply, “Sheesh Mistress it’s not like we’re getting married, it’s a match not a matrimony.”
Chaos chokes on her third cupcake and refuses to make eye contact with either wrestler. Sarah, Chaos’s adopted daughter strolls into the room with another box of cupcakes and a big smile. “WEDDING!” Chaos grabs the teen by her arm, sets the box on the ground and walks her daughter into the hall.
Mistress Discipline watches them leave before turning to Death Trap. “So, about those opponents…”
“Oh, the Indian Assassins?” DT replies with sudden interest.
Mistress Discipline visibly relaxes, “Yes, what do we know about them?”
Death Trap perks up and smiles, “Absolutely nothing!”
Mistress Discipline’s head drops, “Great chat ... *sigh* ... I thought you were in the same fed? We were not able to find any information either but I hoped that, being in the same fed, you would know more about them.”
DT snorts. “I know they drive taxis and lose. A lot.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “That is more than we had before. Do we know anything about their strategies? High flyers?”
DT laughs. “Not a clue. But I know they’ll tap out just like everyone else.” He scratches his head. “If not quicker.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Who could resist tapping you … TO you!”
DT nods in agreement. Without a hint of self-awareness. He snaps his finger and has a eureka moment. “They are also apparently very flammable!”
Mistress Discipline blinks at him in confusion. And exasperation. Confusperation. “As … most humans … are … how does that help us exactly?”
“That’s a fantastic question, I’m so glad you asked it. Allow me to answer that in three parts,” DT remarks and stares at her.
She taps her foot. “I eagerly await your reasoning.”
“Nobody’s uh … ever called me on that one before …” DT replies dejectedly.
“So we are walking into this ring with a blindfold on. This will be a test of our teamwork and given how compatible I know we are, I know we shall ace this.” Mistress Discipline finishes strongly.
“After all,” Death Trap interjects, “It’s not Anthony Caffrey or Radu Matei out there. Far as I know they don’t have a baggy full of creepy crawlies, nor can either of them compare to us in the technical category. Put simply this is Suit having a bit of a laugh at our expense. The real tests will come in round 2 onward. We shouldn’t look past these two, but I’m less than worried about the guys in the ring with us, and moreso about what may lurk outside. If you catch my drift.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Chaos is a force to be reckoned with and adding Sarah is gas on a fire.”
DT closes his eyes and shows a look of actual concern. “I’m worried they may get tangled up with the clown menagerie. Or worse, someone like Frostbite or Eddie D. Need I remind you that Sticky is an 8 foot murder clown who bites people and spews black goo? Need I also remind you that Chaos is still not even able to say the word majesty…”
From through the door we hear, “DON’T SAY THAT NAME!!!!!”
“...even out of context?” DT finishes.
Mistress Discipline nods. “I will not tell her where to go or she will do the opposite just to annoy me.”
“YEAH, I WOULD!” Chaos shouts through the door. “I CAN HANDLE A CLOWN!”
“BALLOONS!” Sarah joins in.
Mistress Discipline hands DT a cupcake. “So. Which flavor do you like the best?”
Death Trap looks at the cupcake. “I have just one question.”
“Just a moment.” Mistress Discipline drops her hands to Death Trap’s winning abs. "See Chaos. Totally Different." She runs her hands up his tumtum.
Death Trap attempts to question this action but instead mumbles around the cupcake in confusion and cocks an eyebrow.
Chaos clicks her tongue. “Swallow. Don’t talk with food in your mouth. Learn to swallow faster. And let us in!” She stacks her cupcakes on top of Mistress Discipline’s box and as both women push by him.
Death Trap covertly spits the cupcake at a shoe rack. It lands in a dress shoe as he turns to his guests. “Ok but why though?”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “Talking with food in your mouth is very unbecoming. Why would you want to talk with food in your mouth to begin with?”
He carefully unloads the cupcake boxes onto the bench he was just promo-ing from. “Point the first, Chaos nearly choked me to death with red velvet.”
“I thought you’d like the feel of red velvet…” Chaos demurely posits and grabs a cupcake from the top box.
“POINT THE SECOND … why the cupcakes is what I meant? So again… but why though?” DT snaps back in retort.
Mistress Discipline smiles “So we can pick the best flavor for our tag team celebration. SWAT has given us a great opportunity to earn the points for those tag team belts. And our afterparty will be life altar-ing.”
Death Trap mumbles in reply, “Sheesh Mistress it’s not like we’re getting married, it’s a match not a matrimony.”
Chaos chokes on her third cupcake and refuses to make eye contact with either wrestler. Sarah, Chaos’s adopted daughter strolls into the room with another box of cupcakes and a big smile. “WEDDING!” Chaos grabs the teen by her arm, sets the box on the ground and walks her daughter into the hall.
Mistress Discipline watches them leave before turning to Death Trap. “So, about those opponents…”
“Oh, the Indian Assassins?” DT replies with sudden interest.
Mistress Discipline visibly relaxes, “Yes, what do we know about them?”
Death Trap perks up and smiles, “Absolutely nothing!”
Mistress Discipline’s head drops, “Great chat ... *sigh* ... I thought you were in the same fed? We were not able to find any information either but I hoped that, being in the same fed, you would know more about them.”
DT snorts. “I know they drive taxis and lose. A lot.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “That is more than we had before. Do we know anything about their strategies? High flyers?”
DT laughs. “Not a clue. But I know they’ll tap out just like everyone else.” He scratches his head. “If not quicker.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Who could resist tapping you … TO you!”
DT nods in agreement. Without a hint of self-awareness. He snaps his finger and has a eureka moment. “They are also apparently very flammable!”
Mistress Discipline blinks at him in confusion. And exasperation. Confusperation. “As … most humans … are … how does that help us exactly?”
“That’s a fantastic question, I’m so glad you asked it. Allow me to answer that in three parts,” DT remarks and stares at her.
She taps her foot. “I eagerly await your reasoning.”
“Nobody’s uh … ever called me on that one before …” DT replies dejectedly.
“So we are walking into this ring with a blindfold on. This will be a test of our teamwork and given how compatible I know we are, I know we shall ace this.” Mistress Discipline finishes strongly.
“After all,” Death Trap interjects, “It’s not Anthony Caffrey or Radu Matei out there. Far as I know they don’t have a baggy full of creepy crawlies, nor can either of them compare to us in the technical category. Put simply this is Suit having a bit of a laugh at our expense. The real tests will come in round 2 onward. We shouldn’t look past these two, but I’m less than worried about the guys in the ring with us, and moreso about what may lurk outside. If you catch my drift.”
Mistress Discipline nods. “Of course. Chaos is a force to be reckoned with and adding Sarah is gas on a fire.”
DT closes his eyes and shows a look of actual concern. “I’m worried they may get tangled up with the clown menagerie. Or worse, someone like Frostbite or Eddie D. Need I remind you that Sticky is an 8 foot murder clown who bites people and spews black goo? Need I also remind you that Chaos is still not even able to say the word majesty…”
From through the door we hear, “DON’T SAY THAT NAME!!!!!”
“...even out of context?” DT finishes.
Mistress Discipline nods. “I will not tell her where to go or she will do the opposite just to annoy me.”
“YEAH, I WOULD!” Chaos shouts through the door. “I CAN HANDLE A CLOWN!”
“BALLOONS!” Sarah joins in.
Mistress Discipline hands DT a cupcake. “So. Which flavor do you like the best?”
Death Trap looks at the cupcake. “I have just one question.”
