Post by judithx on May 10, 2022 13:10:11 GMT -5
CHAPTER THREE||SAFE IS JUST A SHADOW.
[5/10/2022 ---7:00pm.]
[Location: A Small Wrestling Gym on the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland.]
[5/10/2022 ---7:00pm.]
[Location: A Small Wrestling Gym on the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland.]
The Training room was bright. Too bright. The Weight benches, Boxing bags and resting benches all filled the room and in the middle of it all stood a worn-out squared circle. It was old with faded painted corners and a few stretching covering a few spots on the mat. It was falling apart. Even some of the turnbuckle covers were missing but other than that? It was the best-looking training ring within miles. The camera scans the room once more before it lands on THE BUTCHER herself, throwing punches at a punching bag as her friend, Sally Murphy, holds it for her. Slowly, the camera pans over her more, showing JUDITH’s body was still tinted yellow from bruises in some places. Another punch thrown. Then another. Sweat rolled down her pale skin as she swung a few more times before the Smaller Woman stopped the bag from swinging again. With a smile, Sally nodded her head. “Time to take five, Jude. I’m going to run across the street for some food, want something?” JUDITH only shook her head ‘no’ before waving toward Sally as she left, leaving the BUTCHER alone to her thoughts.
With a sigh, JUDITH picked up her black towel, placing her towel around her neck. Her blue eyes scanned the room before it fell on the camera in front of her. “Since the first fucking episode of ADRENALINE, you have been a throne in my side, Stefan McCain. Toxic tick in my veins that only a knife can get out. You made a fool out of your pathetic life once you opened your mouth to me in our little Tag Team Match last month. You started it all, McCain. You are the reason why I can still hear that sickening word you called me ringing in my ear. You are the one that started the downfall for the both of us in this company but of course you believe you did nothing wrong.” JUDITH shook her head as an annoyed laugh left her lips, “The type of person you are...truly made me sick as a kid. You believe you are some big shots that was made from the hands of God and that made you the best. Your kind always thought you were unbreakable. Could do no wrong but when push came to shove, you ruined everything you touched but blamed others. See, people like you; Stefan McCain...oh, people like you need to learn how to stay in line and keep their ugly little mouths shut or they will end up six feet under the ground with a knife in their stomach.” The Blonde Butcher shrugged her shoulders gently, “And honestly? I have no guilt in my soul if I do end up taking you out of action in our little match this week you foolishly got yourself tied into. I mean after all you WERE the one who got their panties in a bunch and asked for this match. YOU wanted to show me what a BITCH can do inside the wrestling ring against me. And once I said, ‘You're On’, I noticed the light leave your eyes in a heartbeat. You fucked up and know you it. You've been hiding all week, trying to make sure I didn't get my hands on you earlier than our match...but don't worry, I wouldn't DREAM of snapping your neck right now...Not without a crowd, that is. No. Everyone watching ADRENALINE, either from the seat or backstage, needs to see what truly happens when you mess with THE BOOGEYMAN herself and you? Oh, you; Stefan McCain...You WILL BE made into an example for everyone in Infinite Pro Wrestling. And at the end of it all, you will end up as the bloody heap of body and guts in the center of the wrestling ring. I’m going to end you and your prideful life. You fucked with me and now I'm going to ruin you. Plain and simple, McCain. I don't care what you have to see towards me. Try to make yourself sound like you have a chance but I promise you it won't help you in the long hall...but please, try. Hell, if I like what you said, I'll even let you take a free swing on me. Who knows...but I guess we’ll find out soon, won't we?”
Slowly, JUDITH shrugs her large shoulders before she looks towards a soft tapping noise. Sally Murphy is there, standing on the other side of the window with two cups of coffee in her small tan hands. A weak smile appears on the BUTCHER’s before she places her towel onto the seat near her and heads toward the door. The scene fades to black.