Post by Dave D-Flipz on Mar 29, 2023 22:03:51 GMT -5
THIS IS A JOINT PROMO WITH H2F THAT I WANTED SAVED HERE
Rats have the rare ability to follow directions and fit into small spaces. And this adorable fuzz ball would be happy to do so except for the overly large backpack camera she’s been asked to carry. Instead she must search for her froot loops cereal by going around and over. Adapting on the fly to the unique challenges to see the goal reached. To eat the rewards of her labor. And possibly get good pets.
The skittering of a rat along a wooden shelf is a small sound but one that is overly loud in the quiet room. She makes it to the end of the shelf and eyes her next jump. Her task may be complete, but why stop now? Why should a good thing end? How far could she go? And how long can she keep this up? At this point, her adventure is more about her own exploration than a specific goal, but she is having fun and learning. So why stop? What reason would she have to lessen her momentum? Even if she falls here, she will continue. She will grow stronger. She will find those damn froot loops hidden like easter eggs around here somewhere.
The door opens and Mistress Discipline walks in. The parallels of their journeys should be obvious. In case they aren’t, know that I am judging you as you are judging me.
“Charlotte I mean it! No more DEATH matches. Why could you not have booked us in a standard bout? What is wrong with a standard bout? At this point, such a match would be so different it would be labeled as an alternative match.”
Dr. Chaos, Mistress’s friend and manager, follows her into the room.
“Hey, they toned it way down! And while we do have some room to request things, this is technically an XHF match. Blame Mongo. Besides, with a repeat of wrestlers, they need some way to make this different.”
Mistress Scoffs.
“Every match is different. Even if the wrestlers are the same. It was a close thing last time. But the only way they will take my title is if they bring it. I will not lower my standards for the sole reason that I have gone against them last time. I will not lower my standards because I have held this belt for so long. If they want it, they need to come at that ring with more than anger. They need to bring skill. Give me your best.”
The rat is excited to see her friend enter the room. Sarah, Dr. Chaos’s adopted daughter, melts into a nearby chair and slides her feet to the head rest. Mistress looks over at her.
“Ms. Webb, please place your feet on the ground. I have enough anxiety to deal with in the ring, I do not wish to have you add to it. And remember, you are wearing a skirt.”
Dr. Chaos nods.
“It’s why we wear shorts under our skirts. It isn’t a kilt. But you’re right. Your opponent is a bit of a drama llama. I mean, who hasn’t dated a man bent on world domination and who may have been involved in the death of others?”
Mistress gives her manager a quizzical look. Sarah raised her hand as she righted herself. Chaos glares at her.
“Damn right! You had better not be dating yet! Focus on your education, idiots will wait. Or actually succeed in world domination and then it won’t matter much. But more to the point-”
Sarah squeals when she sees the rat and rushes over. She gently picks her up.
“POKA!”
Mistress and Chaos look over.
“Sarah, why is your rat out of her accommodations? I know Chaos is a veterinarian but that is no reason to put another in increased danger. Though with your mom’s actions in setting this match up, I can understand why you would think it would be acceptable.”
“As I said, this is an XHF match. Not a lot I can do. Mongo still manages to keep a dead guy locked in a contract. What do you think I could do against that?”
Death Trap steps up behind Mistress and touches her shoulder.
“Several dead guys. To be fair, this is at least a tame death match. After all, which of us hasn’t played with razors?”
He strokes his beard as Sarah raises her hand again.
Chaos looks over.
“Don’t lie about that one.“
“This is certainly not fair. Wait. What were the details of the XHF contract you signed?”
Mistress raises both her eyebrows at him while he tugs on his collar.
“So … uh … back in Japan! Isn’t this lovely!? Is that … is that a mouse?”
“Rodent!” Sarah presents her new pet for inspection.
“A rat by any other name would still smell as sweet. I’m pretty sure she pooped on that bookshelf. The point of it is, we are one successful defense away from a year of holding those titles. Y’all are already the longest reigning tag team champs and each day you can hold on a little longer makes it that much harder for the next team. After all, they are blinded by their anger, adrenaline, and angst. You have love, probably, and umm… experience in teamwork. You’ve certainly studied each other enough.”
Mistress turned to Death Trap in an aside.
“You really should get that mole looked at, by the way. I am concerned it is growing.”
“I thought it was a rat?” Death Trap maintains eye contact with the rat as Sarah lifts and lowers it to watch him track it.
Chaos nods. “I know baseball season is about to start and you already have a swing and miss. While we are on the topic, the shop downstairs had some fancy body soaps I added to your respective bathrooms.”
“We’re married, why would we still need separate bathrooms?”
Mistress laughs once. “Because we are married, and I know what you do in there.”
Death Trap raises one eyebrow, then his eyes go wide with realization. “Is that a camera on her back?”
Sarah nods and shows off the latest in rodent stealth attire.
“SPY!”
Mistress and Chaos share a look communicating their concern that Death Trap might realize the rat could be used to track him. That they may be using cameras in his space.
Death Trap nods once.
“That’s pretty cool! You could start an Insta of what she sees.”
Sarah nods. “Yes”
Chaos lets out a heavy sigh of relief. “This is why we work so well together. Look at the ideas we have!”
Death Trap is still looking at the rat. “Bet I could get a mouse sized bowler hat!”
“No.”
“No really, they’re real! I saw them in Scandinavia while on tour with REIGN!”
“You are so concerned about if you could, you fail to consider if you should.”
Chaos nods. “And what you should be focusing on is your upcoming match.”
Mistress glares at her manager. “The one with the razor boards.”
“Honestly, I’m more concerned about our opponents‘ mindsets. Both men are in their home turf and eager to play avenging heroes to inspire the populace. They might be much more focused and harder to put down.”
Mistress nods. “That is a concern but they are so consumed by their own emotions that it will blind them. We have faced similar opponents in the past and found them… wanting. I will not discount their abilities but I know they could be better. They could be more like us. Not romantically, but platonically.”
Death Trap waves two fingers at the rat. “I know it may seem like uncontrolled emotion is a hindrance. But these two on the same page, with a hometown crowd, in a match more geared to their style may actually find a new level. We out wrestled them the first time. Now we have to out fight them. For us, that means we need to be perfect. Any slip up could be the opening they need to sneak out a win, and this new motivation of theirs will only make them harder to keep down.”
Mistress concerns this. “Our strategy should not change. We are strong together, we will fight together. We are not so easily led by emotion.”
Death Trap smirks at the rat. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to control your emotions if you see me smacked with a razor board?”
Chaos objects loudly. “Not your abs! Those are the money makers. We have to keep Poka in rodent chow now.”
Sarah makes swishing sounds as she moves Poka in a large circle. Death Trap continues to track the rat with his eyes.
Sarah hands the rodent to Death Trap and molds his hands to support her correctly. Poka promptly pees. Right in his hands.
“Umm. A couple of things are going through my head right now. Do I need to get tested?”
Chaos snorts. “That’s just one question.”
Rats have the rare ability to follow directions and fit into small spaces. And this adorable fuzz ball would be happy to do so except for the overly large backpack camera she’s been asked to carry. Instead she must search for her froot loops cereal by going around and over. Adapting on the fly to the unique challenges to see the goal reached. To eat the rewards of her labor. And possibly get good pets.
The skittering of a rat along a wooden shelf is a small sound but one that is overly loud in the quiet room. She makes it to the end of the shelf and eyes her next jump. Her task may be complete, but why stop now? Why should a good thing end? How far could she go? And how long can she keep this up? At this point, her adventure is more about her own exploration than a specific goal, but she is having fun and learning. So why stop? What reason would she have to lessen her momentum? Even if she falls here, she will continue. She will grow stronger. She will find those damn froot loops hidden like easter eggs around here somewhere.
The door opens and Mistress Discipline walks in. The parallels of their journeys should be obvious. In case they aren’t, know that I am judging you as you are judging me.
“Charlotte I mean it! No more DEATH matches. Why could you not have booked us in a standard bout? What is wrong with a standard bout? At this point, such a match would be so different it would be labeled as an alternative match.”
Dr. Chaos, Mistress’s friend and manager, follows her into the room.
“Hey, they toned it way down! And while we do have some room to request things, this is technically an XHF match. Blame Mongo. Besides, with a repeat of wrestlers, they need some way to make this different.”
Mistress Scoffs.
“Every match is different. Even if the wrestlers are the same. It was a close thing last time. But the only way they will take my title is if they bring it. I will not lower my standards for the sole reason that I have gone against them last time. I will not lower my standards because I have held this belt for so long. If they want it, they need to come at that ring with more than anger. They need to bring skill. Give me your best.”
The rat is excited to see her friend enter the room. Sarah, Dr. Chaos’s adopted daughter, melts into a nearby chair and slides her feet to the head rest. Mistress looks over at her.
“Ms. Webb, please place your feet on the ground. I have enough anxiety to deal with in the ring, I do not wish to have you add to it. And remember, you are wearing a skirt.”
Dr. Chaos nods.
“It’s why we wear shorts under our skirts. It isn’t a kilt. But you’re right. Your opponent is a bit of a drama llama. I mean, who hasn’t dated a man bent on world domination and who may have been involved in the death of others?”
Mistress gives her manager a quizzical look. Sarah raised her hand as she righted herself. Chaos glares at her.
“Damn right! You had better not be dating yet! Focus on your education, idiots will wait. Or actually succeed in world domination and then it won’t matter much. But more to the point-”
Sarah squeals when she sees the rat and rushes over. She gently picks her up.
“POKA!”
Mistress and Chaos look over.
“Sarah, why is your rat out of her accommodations? I know Chaos is a veterinarian but that is no reason to put another in increased danger. Though with your mom’s actions in setting this match up, I can understand why you would think it would be acceptable.”
“As I said, this is an XHF match. Not a lot I can do. Mongo still manages to keep a dead guy locked in a contract. What do you think I could do against that?”
Death Trap steps up behind Mistress and touches her shoulder.
“Several dead guys. To be fair, this is at least a tame death match. After all, which of us hasn’t played with razors?”
He strokes his beard as Sarah raises her hand again.
Chaos looks over.
“Don’t lie about that one.“
“This is certainly not fair. Wait. What were the details of the XHF contract you signed?”
Mistress raises both her eyebrows at him while he tugs on his collar.
“So … uh … back in Japan! Isn’t this lovely!? Is that … is that a mouse?”
“Rodent!” Sarah presents her new pet for inspection.
“A rat by any other name would still smell as sweet. I’m pretty sure she pooped on that bookshelf. The point of it is, we are one successful defense away from a year of holding those titles. Y’all are already the longest reigning tag team champs and each day you can hold on a little longer makes it that much harder for the next team. After all, they are blinded by their anger, adrenaline, and angst. You have love, probably, and umm… experience in teamwork. You’ve certainly studied each other enough.”
Mistress turned to Death Trap in an aside.
“You really should get that mole looked at, by the way. I am concerned it is growing.”
“I thought it was a rat?” Death Trap maintains eye contact with the rat as Sarah lifts and lowers it to watch him track it.
Chaos nods. “I know baseball season is about to start and you already have a swing and miss. While we are on the topic, the shop downstairs had some fancy body soaps I added to your respective bathrooms.”
“We’re married, why would we still need separate bathrooms?”
Mistress laughs once. “Because we are married, and I know what you do in there.”
Death Trap raises one eyebrow, then his eyes go wide with realization. “Is that a camera on her back?”
Sarah nods and shows off the latest in rodent stealth attire.
“SPY!”
Mistress and Chaos share a look communicating their concern that Death Trap might realize the rat could be used to track him. That they may be using cameras in his space.
Death Trap nods once.
“That’s pretty cool! You could start an Insta of what she sees.”
Sarah nods. “Yes”
Chaos lets out a heavy sigh of relief. “This is why we work so well together. Look at the ideas we have!”
Death Trap is still looking at the rat. “Bet I could get a mouse sized bowler hat!”
“No.”
“No really, they’re real! I saw them in Scandinavia while on tour with REIGN!”
“You are so concerned about if you could, you fail to consider if you should.”
Chaos nods. “And what you should be focusing on is your upcoming match.”
Mistress glares at her manager. “The one with the razor boards.”
“Honestly, I’m more concerned about our opponents‘ mindsets. Both men are in their home turf and eager to play avenging heroes to inspire the populace. They might be much more focused and harder to put down.”
Mistress nods. “That is a concern but they are so consumed by their own emotions that it will blind them. We have faced similar opponents in the past and found them… wanting. I will not discount their abilities but I know they could be better. They could be more like us. Not romantically, but platonically.”
Death Trap waves two fingers at the rat. “I know it may seem like uncontrolled emotion is a hindrance. But these two on the same page, with a hometown crowd, in a match more geared to their style may actually find a new level. We out wrestled them the first time. Now we have to out fight them. For us, that means we need to be perfect. Any slip up could be the opening they need to sneak out a win, and this new motivation of theirs will only make them harder to keep down.”
Mistress concerns this. “Our strategy should not change. We are strong together, we will fight together. We are not so easily led by emotion.”
Death Trap smirks at the rat. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to control your emotions if you see me smacked with a razor board?”
Chaos objects loudly. “Not your abs! Those are the money makers. We have to keep Poka in rodent chow now.”
Sarah makes swishing sounds as she moves Poka in a large circle. Death Trap continues to track the rat with his eyes.
Sarah hands the rodent to Death Trap and molds his hands to support her correctly. Poka promptly pees. Right in his hands.
“Umm. A couple of things are going through my head right now. Do I need to get tested?”
Chaos snorts. “That’s just one question.”
