Mistress Discipline and a Puppy
Mar 4, 2022 20:08:37 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Mar 4, 2022 20:08:37 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline looked up from her cold brew coffee at Death Trap’s outburst.
“How could he say that?” Death Trap returned to angrily scroll on his phone.
Mistress Discipline glanced over at her friend and manager Dr. Chaos. “This week will not have a tag match but it is for a tag match. Are they hoping to test our individual strength and endurance to see who would make the best show? Because Death Trap wrestles topless and I think that makes a great show.”
Dr. Chaos salutes with her mug. “Here, here. And that three way with Death Trap will be fun to watch.”
Death Trap looks up. “Three way? I’m fighting a guy and a cyborg.”
Dr Chaos whistles shrilly. “And you will win because you are such a good wrestler. Because who’s the best wrestler in the XHF?”
Both Mistress Discipline and Death Trap raise their hands. Sarah bursts out of a side door to give them both high fives.
“BITCHES!”
Mistress Discipline is taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”
Death Trap nods. “I’m not-”
“Dog park. Today we will go to the dog park because good grades are rewarded” Dr. Chaos corrects and hands Sarah a bag of tennis balls.
The sidewalk meanders around and through the park littered with dogs. Sarah dashes between them leading a trail of variously sized dogs and throwing tennis balls at random. Mistress Discipline yanks Death Trap to the side as a tennis ball flys by.
“Being able to take a moment and walk in a park with you is relaxing. Just feel that breeze on one of the first warm days of the year.” She takes a deep breath as he looks up from his phone.
“Just because I have more organic parts in common with a dog than Dylan does doesn’t give him the right - I am not a dog.”
He watches the tennis ball that almost hit him bounce twice before it is grabbed in mid air by a terrier of indifferent breeding. Mistress Discipline stops him at the fork with a hand on his elbow.
“I have never thought of you as a dog. You are a kind person and a ruthless fighter. A bear maybe. I want to see where this path goes.”
She grabs his hand and pulls him down a path. “Come on, this way. Perhaps the strength of our team is too much for them to handle so they try to break us into weaker parts. They must think we will crack separately. I disagree with the notion that either of us is weak. Sure, we are stronger together - we easily handled the synergy of that married pair last time - but that does not mean we are easily defeated apart.”
Death Trap follows. “I agree with you and all. You’re going up against El Combatiente, who has a history of being an honorable fighter despite his current tag partner, it should be the most honest of the two wrestling matches.”
Another two dogs race past before a loud shrill whistle recalls them. “I honestly lack the experience with him to make any kind of informed decision, other than the other day when Sarah toppled him. Do you think he will hold a grudge?”
Sarah races by and tosses another ball, this time at Mistress Discipline. She catches it and tosses it in the opposite direction. Death Trap watches the delight of a great dane chasing it.
“Not against Sarah” he says.
Mistress Discipline nods. “I should hope so. Half the time she is just following orders.”
Death Trap snorts. “And the other half she is sneaking into places she shouldn’t be?”
Mistress Discipline considers this. “We spoke to her about setting up a flatulence machine in the men’s locker room but I thought you were unaware of those incidents.”
“She was in the MEN’S LOCKER ROOM?”
“SAUSAGE, Y’ALL!!” The teen begins chucking dog treats around her and some distances away from her as dogs swarm.
Top of the Class takes a moment to watch the teen feeding the dogs around her.
“Honestly, considering some of the things Chaos is teaching her to do, that is nothing to be that concerned about. But she is a great asset to have on our side and has successfully gathered a good deal of viable information about our opponents.”
Death Trap scoffs. “You may not have won the X*Crown yet but I’m confident in what you can do in the ring. El Combatiente had better watch out for his betters.”
“I will not discount Junior.” A mastiff jumps up on Sarah to get closer to the treats and she redirects his weight back to the ground.
“Good. Yea. Don’t discount anyone. But you’ve faced his dad and let me put it to you this way, he's much more of a spoiled rich kid. His dad was by far the more challenging wrestler.” A small chihuahua barks and jumps up to try to get attention.
“A spoiled rich kid looking to turn this tag match into his X*Crown aspirations is still something to remain informed about. But not to worry, I will not let you down. We will get this tag belt. We have been training together, working with our strengths, these last few months and I really feel we can come out of this whole thing on top. We are Top of the Class. And soon we will be at the top of the tag team listing.”
Dr. Chaos laughs behind them. “Not to worry. I know a guy and we can reorder that bad boy no problem.”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “I meant we will lead the group with the belt and the most points not merely be listed at the top of the XHF tag teams list.”
“I don’t know, that could still be useful” Death Trap disagrees.
Chaos giggles and grabs Death Trap’s other arm. “Come with me and discuss.”
Mistress Discipline watches them walk away as she sits on a bench to enjoy the sunshine. A moment later Sarah runs by holding a boxer puppy.
“Hold. This.” She thrusts the puppy at Mistress Discipline before dashing away.
Mistress Discipline looks down at the puppy. “You are cute and surely missed by someone. Say, do you know anything about the upcoming Fireside match?”
The puppy squirms to find the most comfortable spot. “I thought not. All we can do is our best. For me, this match is just one step towards our goal of winning the tag team belt. I believe in my partner and have no doubts that he will pull something out that shows off just how limited my wrestling knowledge is but I will go into that right and give it my all. I have been wrestling in the XHF for two years now. This match should be straight forward.”
The puppy squeaks in an imitation of a bark. “Precisely. If I could be the one to win it. That would be very impressive. I know most of these guys have been closer to the X*Crown than I have. I mean Death Trap won the thing twice. And I should be more motivated to chase after a singles title but I am really looking forward to being a tag team partner. I think there is an extra synergy behind our team. And after this match we will be able to capitalize on that once again. So while my competitors are in a team of convenience, I am sticking with something I know is more, a real team that works to strengthen our bond. Well, something I am hoping will become a legal bond.”
The puppy yawns. “Yes. It must seem that simple to you. But any successful partnership takes work and this one is no exception. There is no question.”
“How could he say that?” Death Trap returned to angrily scroll on his phone.
Mistress Discipline glanced over at her friend and manager Dr. Chaos. “This week will not have a tag match but it is for a tag match. Are they hoping to test our individual strength and endurance to see who would make the best show? Because Death Trap wrestles topless and I think that makes a great show.”
Dr. Chaos salutes with her mug. “Here, here. And that three way with Death Trap will be fun to watch.”
Death Trap looks up. “Three way? I’m fighting a guy and a cyborg.”
Dr Chaos whistles shrilly. “And you will win because you are such a good wrestler. Because who’s the best wrestler in the XHF?”
Both Mistress Discipline and Death Trap raise their hands. Sarah bursts out of a side door to give them both high fives.
“BITCHES!”
Mistress Discipline is taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”
Death Trap nods. “I’m not-”
“Dog park. Today we will go to the dog park because good grades are rewarded” Dr. Chaos corrects and hands Sarah a bag of tennis balls.
* * *
The sidewalk meanders around and through the park littered with dogs. Sarah dashes between them leading a trail of variously sized dogs and throwing tennis balls at random. Mistress Discipline yanks Death Trap to the side as a tennis ball flys by.
“Being able to take a moment and walk in a park with you is relaxing. Just feel that breeze on one of the first warm days of the year.” She takes a deep breath as he looks up from his phone.
“Just because I have more organic parts in common with a dog than Dylan does doesn’t give him the right - I am not a dog.”
He watches the tennis ball that almost hit him bounce twice before it is grabbed in mid air by a terrier of indifferent breeding. Mistress Discipline stops him at the fork with a hand on his elbow.
“I have never thought of you as a dog. You are a kind person and a ruthless fighter. A bear maybe. I want to see where this path goes.”
She grabs his hand and pulls him down a path. “Come on, this way. Perhaps the strength of our team is too much for them to handle so they try to break us into weaker parts. They must think we will crack separately. I disagree with the notion that either of us is weak. Sure, we are stronger together - we easily handled the synergy of that married pair last time - but that does not mean we are easily defeated apart.”
Death Trap follows. “I agree with you and all. You’re going up against El Combatiente, who has a history of being an honorable fighter despite his current tag partner, it should be the most honest of the two wrestling matches.”
Another two dogs race past before a loud shrill whistle recalls them. “I honestly lack the experience with him to make any kind of informed decision, other than the other day when Sarah toppled him. Do you think he will hold a grudge?”
Sarah races by and tosses another ball, this time at Mistress Discipline. She catches it and tosses it in the opposite direction. Death Trap watches the delight of a great dane chasing it.
“Not against Sarah” he says.
Mistress Discipline nods. “I should hope so. Half the time she is just following orders.”
Death Trap snorts. “And the other half she is sneaking into places she shouldn’t be?”
Mistress Discipline considers this. “We spoke to her about setting up a flatulence machine in the men’s locker room but I thought you were unaware of those incidents.”
“She was in the MEN’S LOCKER ROOM?”
“SAUSAGE, Y’ALL!!” The teen begins chucking dog treats around her and some distances away from her as dogs swarm.
Top of the Class takes a moment to watch the teen feeding the dogs around her.
“Honestly, considering some of the things Chaos is teaching her to do, that is nothing to be that concerned about. But she is a great asset to have on our side and has successfully gathered a good deal of viable information about our opponents.”
Death Trap scoffs. “You may not have won the X*Crown yet but I’m confident in what you can do in the ring. El Combatiente had better watch out for his betters.”
“I will not discount Junior.” A mastiff jumps up on Sarah to get closer to the treats and she redirects his weight back to the ground.
“Good. Yea. Don’t discount anyone. But you’ve faced his dad and let me put it to you this way, he's much more of a spoiled rich kid. His dad was by far the more challenging wrestler.” A small chihuahua barks and jumps up to try to get attention.
“A spoiled rich kid looking to turn this tag match into his X*Crown aspirations is still something to remain informed about. But not to worry, I will not let you down. We will get this tag belt. We have been training together, working with our strengths, these last few months and I really feel we can come out of this whole thing on top. We are Top of the Class. And soon we will be at the top of the tag team listing.”
Dr. Chaos laughs behind them. “Not to worry. I know a guy and we can reorder that bad boy no problem.”
Mistress Discipline shakes her head. “I meant we will lead the group with the belt and the most points not merely be listed at the top of the XHF tag teams list.”
“I don’t know, that could still be useful” Death Trap disagrees.
Chaos giggles and grabs Death Trap’s other arm. “Come with me and discuss.”
Mistress Discipline watches them walk away as she sits on a bench to enjoy the sunshine. A moment later Sarah runs by holding a boxer puppy.
“Hold. This.” She thrusts the puppy at Mistress Discipline before dashing away.
Mistress Discipline looks down at the puppy. “You are cute and surely missed by someone. Say, do you know anything about the upcoming Fireside match?”
The puppy squirms to find the most comfortable spot. “I thought not. All we can do is our best. For me, this match is just one step towards our goal of winning the tag team belt. I believe in my partner and have no doubts that he will pull something out that shows off just how limited my wrestling knowledge is but I will go into that right and give it my all. I have been wrestling in the XHF for two years now. This match should be straight forward.”
The puppy squeaks in an imitation of a bark. “Precisely. If I could be the one to win it. That would be very impressive. I know most of these guys have been closer to the X*Crown than I have. I mean Death Trap won the thing twice. And I should be more motivated to chase after a singles title but I am really looking forward to being a tag team partner. I think there is an extra synergy behind our team. And after this match we will be able to capitalize on that once again. So while my competitors are in a team of convenience, I am sticking with something I know is more, a real team that works to strengthen our bond. Well, something I am hoping will become a legal bond.”
The puppy yawns. “Yes. It must seem that simple to you. But any successful partnership takes work and this one is no exception. There is no question.”