Through dangers untold & hardships unnumbered I have fought
Apr 27, 2021 20:40:27 GMT -5
ā VooDoo ā , Lisa Marie Black, and 2 more like this
Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2021 20:40:27 GMT -5
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---- King Abdullah International Stadium -----
---- Jeddah, Saudi Arabia ----
---- ON CAMERA ----
Sweat-covered, she focused hard on Kevin as he tried his best to pin her. He went for a frog splash; she rolled out of the way. While he was dazed, she grabbed him by the neck. She grinned, hearing the arena break into whoops and chants. Blows to the side of his head and face rattled his brain, for sure, and for a brief moment, she left him. She ran to the ropes and launched herself off the middle rope, straight at Kevin.
Nailing an Odinnās Call; she laid him out flat. It all moved in slow motion. The count. 1ā¦ 2ā¦ 3ā¦ It seemed like hours she held him there. But in fact, it was mere seconds. As the announcers called her the winner, she stood up, arms raised to the crowd. The mixture of cheers and boos made her heart beat faster. Between breaths, she heard His voice in her head.
Dannyās Spirit - āYouāre doing it, bugā¦ā
She smiled walking back up the ramp slowly the camera caught her, before she went behind the curtain, she flipped the bird and winked. The Prophet was showing OPW they made the right choice in signing her! Hell, she was making LA Johnny Stylez look like a smart manā¦
Walking the halls, without her usual escort as he now had two babies at home to care for, Dru sighed. Her heart was indeed in the fight, as it always was, but it was her mind that was elsewhere. Lately, Dru had concerns that no one knew about. Not even her beloved Jax, or the Wolves. A figure appeared from around the corner, she bumped into them and quickly apologized. The figure chuckled.
Mikhail - āMs. Druā¦ no need to apologize.ā
Her eyes widened, it was Mikhail! She grabbed him and yanked him into a hug, even covered in sweat, she was as pristine as the snow. The scent she was known for, that vanilla, lavender and rose combination, was as fragrant as ever.
āMik! What are you doing here??.... Is everything alright?ā
Her voice was wrought with concern, as the last time sheād seen him, The Eye had sent him to let her know, her parents died.
He smiled, but it soon faded to a frown. Her heart leapt into her throat. He wrapped a cloak around her, to cover herself as he whisked her down the hall.
Mikhail - āUnfortunately, my friend, noā¦ we must away.ā
Now she frowned, she saw two men leave her dressing room with her bags. This wasnāt good news.
Rushed outside, the heat immediately sucked whatever energy she had. The car was indeed waiting. Blood red limousine. Katya was always one for a joke. Mikhail opened the door for her, Dru ducked inside before the men around them could cast their judgements. Unwed woman, immodest. Right now, she could care less. The driver left the arena, heading to the dunes. This wasnāt good at all. She changed out of her ring gear in the car. The drive was long and Druās mind wandered away from the current situation...
--- FBI Case File ---
--- Subject: Druscilla Anne White ---
--- Case Number: 7-SQ-92001 ---
---- Location: Skene Manor ----
--- Year: REDACTED ---
---- Status: CLASSIFIED ----
The pop of flashbulbs, the buzz of interviewers peppering their marks with questions. Dru was dazed. This wasnāt her scene. Dru wasnāt Sharon Stone. However, Gotti seemed to think she was. He treated her like she was. He had her on display. She stood at the top of the stairs, that crimson Vera Wang gown draped over her slender frame. Bust, squeezed and shoved upwards, glistened with the faint smattering of body glitter. The wreath of Black Diamonds wrapped around her neck glimmered in the lights. But it was her hair that proved her downfall. Dark brown locks, primped and curled and pinned into place in a cascading ripple of curls down her back. All lead up to the daring slit in the gown. From her upper thigh all the way down. 6 inch stiletto heels, dyed the same shade of crimson as her gown, stole the show. The crowd oohed and ahhed over her.
She cringed.
Dru was a wallflower, she was not born for the limelight like this. She was meant for other things. Her light shone brightest when she was in her comfort zone. But Gotti kept her shackled. He kept her in the spotlight. Unfortunately, what made it worse, was she had a job to do tonight.
He stepped behind her, smiling brightly to the photographers around them. Portraying the happy couple. Dru feigned delight as they snapped their photos and begged for an interview. He leaned over her shoulder, speaking softly. It sent a shiver down her spine.
Gotti - āYou want that dreamā¦ the ringā¦ people screaming your nameā¦ā
She nodded, subtly. He grinned, stepping closer for a brief moment to whisper in her ear, his lips touching her flesh.
Gotti - āDo this, tonight, and I will book you. Do it well, and Iāll make sure you become what you want. A champion. The one the people want.ā
She cringed at his touch, not visibly, but internally. She loathed him. His touch. His voice. Everything about him. But, she signed a contract with the Devil himself. Gotti owned her.
āFine.ā
Gotti - āThatās a good girl. Now, give me a kiss.ā
The feral animal she was howled in pain as she kissed him, hearing the awws from the reporters made her stomach turn. Skene Manor was known to be haunted, but they had absolutely no clue exactly how or who haunted it. Until tonight. Tonight theyād all know.
Cameras flashed in her face, people shoved microphones at her only to have Gotti shove them away. She was his prize. And as such, she was miserable. Crystal blues, hiding her truth, seemed to smile as people ushered them further into the manor. Gotti, laughing and showing her off as one would show a horse, kept his chubby, sweaty hands planted firmly on her arm or her ass.
The party droned on, buzzing past the beauty. Men came and went, either ushered off by Gottiās glare, or Dru requesting their leave. Behaved. Elegant. Dru was a sight to behold in that gown, which was no accident. Draw enough attention to yourself and no one will remember one hundred percent of the details of the night. Draw too much, youāre fucked. Too little, you stick out. Dru was a master of camouflage. She was like a ghost in a dream. While in your arms, she was a Goddess personified, but like smoke, she was gone with the winds.
Martini in hand, she sipped at it idly, watching the people dance and laugh. Gotti, always in eye line, leered greedily at her. Dru tried to ignore it, heād taken his time with her earlier in the evening, surely he was exhausted after this to-do.
He wasnāt.
He had plans for her once they returned home.
A woman caught her eye. Dru didnāt know why, but the two locked eyes. Across the ballroom, platinum blonde hair reflected the light, her laugh echoed over the crazy crowd. It drew her towards her. Dru, finally managing to break away from Gotti as he was deep in conversation with a business partner of his; Vincenzo, didnāt notice his show whore slip away.
The dainty āclick clickā of those heels announced her presence before words were expressed. The two introduced themselvesā¦
āIām Druā¦ā
LM - āIām Lisa Marieā¦ Lisa Marie Ashton.ā
āItās nice to meet you, Ms. Ashton.ā
LM - āCall me Lisa Marie.ā
Dru nodded, smiling softly.
LM - āWhat brings you here Dru?ā
Dru made a gesture with her hands that was rather undecided.
āA gentleman asked me to escort him.ā
She chuckled. Lisa Marie nodded, somewhat understanding.
LM - āI would love for us to get to know each other, if that's ok with you?ā
Dru nodded, touching Lisa Marieās hand softly. Reassuringly.
LM - āYou're new around here? I was born into the Mafia world, you know how it is.ā
Dru shook her head, taking a sip of her drink.
āOh no, Iāve been to these to-doās beforeā¦ *She cleared her throat gently.* With Goā¦ John.ā
She stiffened, slightly, saying his first name. Dru never called Gotti by his name, it made her feel ill.
LM - āOh? What do you do? *She whispered.* Are you a hooker?ā
Dru, eyes wide, shook her head.
āOh no, no no no, nothing like that. Iām, Iām a bookkeeper.ā
Lisa Marie nodded, furthering their conversation.
LM - āI'm on the Board of Directors of Ashton Hotels. Think of it like the Sheraton and Courtyard by Marriott. My dad's company.ā
āSounds like a nice job.ā
They laughed, but soon the talk turned to love. More specifically, lost loves.
LM - āMy late husband, "The Executioner" Frank Finelli's construction company built some of our hotels. We fell in love and got married. Tragically, he died in front of me while we were having Italian dinner.ā
Druās hand covered her mouth, in shock. She was so young!
āOh Lisa Marieā¦ I am so sorry, thatās awful!ā
Lisa Marie shrugged, continuing.
LM - āNow, I'm with a man who's name is Josiah Black. He has taught me how to love again. Life goes on, isnāt that the saying? I loved my late husband, I truly did, but Iām thankful for Josiah. He saved me.ā
āYouāre a lucky lady, thereās no doubt about that. Finding loveā¦ thatās one of the hardest things in the world.ā
Dru spoke from experience. Sheād never been in love. She wasnāt actively looking, nor was she going to. In her line of work, love got you killed. Hell, love almost killed her daily. Gotti was a violent āloveā in the world.
LM - āWhat about you? Any Mister out there, who loved and lost?ā
Before Lisa Marie could laugh off the small jest, Dru frowned. She shook her head, almost forlornly.
āNah.. no trail of broken hearts behind me.ā
Lisa Marie queried a brow, almost non-believing.
LM - āYou canāt be serious! Youāre gorgeous!ā
Dru shrugged, her heart still beating but it felt as if it had been whomped with a sledgehammer.
āNah, nah, Iām just comely. Love isnāt for me. Iām too busy anymore.ā
She laughed it off, but inside, Dru was hurting. She was bleeding. She wanted normal, but the whirlwind that was her life never allowed the time for normal. All she had were dreams.
LM - āTell me Dru, what do you want to do with your life? Do you really want to be a bookkeeper for the mob?ā
She shook her head, sipping her martini. Dru was vehemently not wanting to stay where she was.
āFuck no. *She laughed.* What I want may seem stupidā¦ honestlyā¦ but, long story short, I made a promise to someone. And I don't break promises. I want to be a wrestler.ā
LM - āLike, Olympic wrestling, or are we talking with some fed?ā
āFed wrestling. Like the gritty kind. Bloodshed. Broken bones. Avalanches. Frankensteiners. Missile Drops. The legit deal.ā
Lisa Marie smiled, this is why they were pulled to one another. Kismet.
LM - āI'm one half of the OPW World Tag Team Champions with a woman named AdrenaLynn.
I was managed by a man named Sam Savage but he recently retired from managing me so my younger brother, Martini is managing me now.ā
What seemed like minutes were in reality hours. The ball was in full swing, and the two women were huddled by the courtyard, Dru smoking a cigarette, but both imbibing martiniās. They laughed, exchanging stories of growing up, though Dru clearly had less to share. Lisa Marie picked up on her new friend's cautiousness, ushered her further into the courtyard, farther away from Gottiās earshot.
LM - āHey, whatās wrong?ā
Dru shook her head, feigning being tired.
āOhā¦ nothing. Promise. This dress makes it hard to breathe, thatās all.ā
Lisa Marie frowned, sipping her drink. She knew her new friend was lying, but she didnāt quite know why.
LM - āYou can tell the truth, you know.ā
āI am!ā
Lisa Marie raised a brow. Dru began to rebut, yet spotted the target she was there for.
āExcuse me LMā¦ā
Before Lisa Marie could protest, Dru had snuffed her cigarette beneath her shoe and vanished into the hordes of people. Finding her target, she walked up to him, looking like a sultry vixen. Attraction was instant. Those red lips, parted only briefly, asking him to follow her. Completely twitterpated, he followed Dru, soon to his death.
Each step she took was planned, like a predator. Down the stairs of the mansion. Those elbow length gloves were the first to be removed, taunting him behind her. Keeping him attracted. Seduced. Hot. She spun, squeezing her bust more before she licked her lips at him, enticing him. The silken wrap dangerously hugged her body, almost teasingly touching her ass.
Vincenzo never knew what hit him.
In a flash sheād slung her silken wrap around his neck and a stiletto heel planted firmly in his chest, she yanked it taut. He choked, trying his damndest to claw his way out of the garrote-hold she held him in.
She pulled the wrap so tightly, it started to cut into his neck, blood drizzling down his front. She snarled, pulling harder, the petechiae beginning to form in his eyes. Those little blood vessels popping, struggling. That death rattle, deep in his chest, assured her that her job was done.
Once sheād unwrapped the silk from his neck, a lighter was struck and the fabric disappeared. No DNA left behind. Dru was efficient. Dru was precise. Dru was lethal. Little did she know, she was being watched.
Exiting a back door, she walked from the basement to the courtyard, ensuring no blood had transferred to her. Double-checking no one was following her. She stood outside, the cool breeze reviving her. She lit a cigarette. This one not fully tobacco. She took a deep inhale and held it. The roar of the party swept over the breeze, sending a shiver down her spine. She did not want to go back, she wanted to runā¦ but she was frozen in place. If she ran, Gotti would kill her. She exhaled, slowly walking back to the mansion. Her eyes lost in a haze of pot smoke and stars.
Climbing the stairs, her dress playing at her feet gently, she flicked the spent joint to the ground and snuffed it beneath her shoe. She soon heard a voice call for her. Her hackles prickled for a moment, until it clicked who it was. She was calm. She was collected. Yet, deep inside, she was a hurricane brewing.
LM - āHey! Dru! Wait up!ā
The blonde caught sight of her as she tried to sneak back in. Dru spun, crystal blues glimmering with what seemed to be happiness. But no one knew the dangers that were inside.
āOh hey!ā
LM - āWhereād you sneak off to?ā
Gotti was not far behind. Panting grotesquely, leering at her. Dru was quick on her feet.
āOh, I thought I saw Bon Jovi!ā
Lisa Marie laughed. Shaking her head.
LM - āHe wouldnāt be here, *She laughed* this is far above his normal party.ā
She wasnāt wrong. This was all the creme-de-la-creme of society. Mob bosses. Actresses. Actors. Media Moguls. Dru was the one who didnāt belong here. Gotti made it abundantly clear all she was was a pussy to fuck, and hands to kill. And by the looks of Gotti himself, the previous was going to happen, soon. He touched his cigar case as he watched Dru with Lisa Marie.
Dru took her arm and spun her around, heading towards the bar; away from her bosses eyes. And that perverse man licked his lips before wrapping them around his smelly cigar.
āLetās get a drink!ā
Dru chirped, trying hard to push away the darkness in her head. Lisa Maria caught on.
LM - āIs John bothering you?ā
Dru stopped in her tracks. Eyes wide, she turned to her.
āho--How do youā¦?ā
Lisa Maria laughed.
LM - āJohn is an old friend of my dadsā¦ Santo is my dad. He crossed paths with John Gotti in association of the Five Families. You know, LaCosa Nostra. No one even remotely dared to touch me or they would be, as the universe says, sleeping with the fishes never ever to be seen again. Some people really don't understand our lifestyle. If anyone remotely tried to look at Joh in a different way, you might as well kiss your life goodbye. But, it seems like you sure have Johnās eyeā¦ Is That the John you mentioned earlier?ā
Now it all made sense! Lisa Marie nudged Dru, playfully, and smiled.
LM - āThat explains a lot, you work for John, thatās why youāre comfortable here.ā
If Lisa Marie only knew the truth...
Dru felt small. Briefly. Vulnerable for the first time in her life. Ever. This woman knew her boss, she knew her tormentor. But did she know what this man was capable of? Or was, who she called John, the saint he proclaimed himself to be around those he liked? In a split second, before anyone could see those walls come crumbling down, Dru reinforced that air of belonging.
LM - āHang with me girl, I got you. Want me to shoo him away?ā
Dru blinked. Did she have that power? Dru collected her thoughts. All Zen, she pushed down that feeling of vulnerability and her frame shifted. Like the air around it, Druās dominant persona took hold. She touched Lisa Marieās hand and shook her head. This was a side of Dru Lisa Marie hadnāt seen tonight. She liked it.
āNo, heās no problem. Cute old man.ā
She cleared her throat, fighting the urge to run. Her eyes scanned the exits. But she relaxed. If she ran, she knew the punishment would be ten times worse than what heād dole out tonight once they left the mansionā¦
LM - āFor sure, heās sweet.ā
Once they reached the bar, Lisa Marie ordered her martini, but Dru went for four fingers of scotch. They talked about everything. Schools. Family life. Where they saw their lives going. Continuing more about Dru wanting to start a career in wrestling. But Druās life was different. Far different from Lisa Marieās penthouse rearing. Dru was street. Drawn into Gottiās life with lies and pretty promises. Sent to The Eye to learn a skill that while she excelled at, loathed it. Forgotten by a family who hated her. Shunned by most who knew her. She took a drink of the scotch, it tasted like metal. She grimaced.
LM - āAre you alright?ā
āYeahā¦. I thinkā¦ā
Her voice trailed off, something moved her. The room changed. Voices grew distant. Sounds morphed.
The room began to spin, and before Dru knew it, Gotti had swept her away from Lisa Marie, and hauled her to the dance floor. Spinning. Twirling. Caught up in the music, she fought to free her mind. The gala. Cameras. People. She tried hard. What was going on?
Like a scene from Labyrinth, Dru struggled to free herself from the Goblin King. His voice whispered in her mind, the things he wished to do. The things he was going to do. Her eyes focused on a glass bubble above her, reflecting down her torment.
Spinning. Revolving. Wheeling. She spun around, this nightmare speeding forward. His round face, inches from his, leered at her. Dangerously sadistic. His hands, all over her body. She couldnāt catch her breath. She felt woozy. Bright lights twirled around her like a strand of christmas lights.
The music began to slow, distort. Like Gottiās face, it started to melt. She screamed!
āAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!ā
Her voice, an elegant chord, rose an octave and obliterated the noise around her. The noise confusing her.
Gotti stepped back, like a deer in headlights, unsure of the demure creature before him. Almostā¦ almost fearful of her. Dru ripped away from him and the glass bubble shattered against the floor, sending rivers of blood around her feet. The nightmare was overā¦
Or was it?
Gotti took her wrist in his obese hand, jerking her from her daze. The entire dance floor had halted and began to stare at her. Anger bled from his bloodshot eyes as he looked around them. Sheād embarrassed him.
āFuckā¦ā
Before she could utter another word, Gotti railed back and slapped her. She toppled to the ground. Hand covering her face, the red mark already raising against her pale flesh. The crowd gasped. Women stood there, some covering the mouths, some unphased. The men, seeing the lithe creature abused, cleared their throats and looked away. Dru had disgraced herself.
She stood, shakily. Blood seeping from the wound on her pouty lip. She gulped. Her fist clenched.
Before she could tell Gotti where to shove his dick, a commotion caught her ear. Someone screamed. Glass broke in the distance and the guards went running. Someone found Vincenzoā¦ Gotti adjusted his tuxedo coat. Dru walked away, furious but keeping her composure.
The crowd parted, either pitying her or afraid for her, they said nothing. Dru stopped at the bar, grabbing a napkin to dab at her lip. It had begun to swell. Her face was alight with pain and the handprint was vivid across her cheek.
Lisa Maria wrapped her arm around Dru, slipping her card into Druās hand.
LM - āMy number. Use it.ā
Dru slid the card in her bodice before anyone could see. Unsure of how to respond, she quickly had the bartender give her a pen and she jotted down her secret number, giving it to Lisa Marie. Her heart thudded in her ears.
āI donāt have much timeā¦ā
LM - āYouāre not a bookkeeperā¦ā
Dru shook her head, quickly.
LM - āYouāre one of his Killer Dollsā¦ arenāt you?ā
She gasped. Dru frowned, looking down to Lisa Marie.
āNot āone ofā. I'm the Onlyā¦. Thereās no others like me.ā
Lisa Marie gasped again, almost in awe as Dru kissed her cheek then vanished into the darkness of the night. Skene Manor had never seen someone like Dru, nor would it ever again.
--- FBI Case File ---
--- Subject: Druscilla Anne White ---
--- Case Number: 7-SQ-92041 ---
---- Location: CLASSIFIED ----
--- Year: 2021 ---
---- File Status: CLASSIFIED ----
---- File Status: ACTIVE ----
Dru walked through the open door, several voices were overheard inside. Mikhail stood guard at the door. Tossing the coat on the table, Dru greeted the group. Katya was seen, lighting a cigarette. Dane, heavy hitter for Gotti, up nodded to Dru. He had trained her. He protected her. Dane was an equal to Dru, but perhaps they were more than equals. They were tasked with many targets and together or alone, none ever escaped. He respected Dru, above all others. The respect was mutual. The only person to scare him, was the lithe female who now sat ahead of Mamaā¦
Mama - āDruscilla, itās been too long.ā
Dru nodded.
āYeah, it hasā¦ā
Mama - āBusiness, eh? No greeting for Mama?ā
The woman speaking was heavy-set. Older. Much older. The Matron of the group. Her face was drawn, but by appearances, she could have passed for a heavier version of Anjelica Huston. She was a stunner when she was Druās age, though. And the woman held a locket with a secret inside to prove it.
Mama was wrapped in silk scarves, covered in silver and gold jewelry. Luxury. Yet, vagabond. Mama kept the code of gypsies, as did the family. Even Dru. The bangle bracelets jangled and sang as Mama reached into her scarves to pull out that ivory carved pipe and lighter. She lit the pipe, puffing on it as Dru watched her.
Dru scowled. She stood again, wrapping the heavy-set woman in a hug. The heavier female laughed, patting Dru on the back careful not to burn her precious girl with the pipe. The womanās thick Russian accent, heavy with hints of Belarusian and Polish. She was stern, but when it came to Dru, the woman softened. She had helped raise Dru, once she discovered her. Took her beneath her wing when Gotti sent her on her first job. Mama had a deep soft spot for Druscilla, and in turn, Dru considered her family.
āNow can you please tell me why Iām here, Mama?ā
The older woman nodded, sliding a file to Dru across the table. Flipping the first page over, Dru cringed. Her hand began to shake the further she read into the file, her jaw clenched tightly. By the time she got to the third page, she kicked her chair back and lunged for Katya.
āAre you fucking kidding me??ā
Katya dodged back, stumbling into Dane, who grabbed her by the shoulders. Holding her for Dru.
Seething, visibly livid, Dru stepped past Mama, who leaned back in her chair, puffing on her pipe.
āYou had her? You fucking HAD herā¦ but you LEFT her???ā
Dru grabbed her throat, wrapping her fingers around and beginning to squeeze. Katya squeaked a rebuttal.
Katya - āLookā¦ Druā¦. I had no choiceā¦ā
She gasped, Dru clenching her hand, stabbing her nails into Katyaās neck.
āYouā¦ Hadā¦ Everyā¦ Chanceā¦ā
Dru was spitting venom. Seeing red. Her eyes, blood-shot, never left Katyaās. Mama rose from her seat.
Mama - āSpyniÄ!ā
Both women jumped, Dru slowly releasing Katyaās neck. Dru turned to face Mamaā¦
āMama, she left herā¦ to die! He will kill her!!ā
Mama raised a hand and slowly motioned for them to sit. Calming the group. Mama was the dominant personality, the only one to call Dru down. Begrudgingly, Dru sat down, growling at Katya, who rubbed her neck, wiping blood from it.
Mama - āKachannie, we will get her.ā
Mama patted Druās hand, lovingly and reassuringly.
āHeās had her too long, Mama.. Heād kill her to get to me. You know he will.ā
She nodded, puffing on her pipe once more. Another man moved from the shadows. Dru bristled. He was new. Mamaās hand rose once more and a finger beckoned him forward. He placed a small phone in her hand. She patted his face before he retreated back to his shadows. She chuckled.
Mama - āKachannie, never doubt Mama. In order for us to save her, we need you to bring him out. Yes?ā
Dru gulped, bait.
āSuperā¦ā
Mama - āTake this, I call you, we make plans. Yes?ā
Dru nodded, pocketing the phone.
Katya - āAnd what about me? An apology, da?ā
Dru scoffed, slapping a dollar down on the table. Like one would for a cheap whore.
āThereās your fucking apology.ā
Katya growled.
Katya - āMama!ā
She protested, but Mama did not budge.
Mama - āYou are no longer her handler, Katya.ā
She barked, leaning forward in her chair. Dru grinned. Katya slunk back, glaring at her once friend. Dane laughed, nudging Dru while he whispered to her. They both chuckled. Mama beckoned Dru closer. And as she was commanded, Dru leaned towards Mama.
Mama - āWonderful match, kachannie, I am excite to see your next.ā
Dru blinked. How did..? Mama laughed. Patting her girl's cheek gently.
Mama - āI am always around, kachannie, always. Do you think I not keep track of my girl, hm? I was always proud of you, kachannie, and still am. Youāre my fighter, my fierce wrestler now, eh?ā
Her burgundy lips were pressed to Druās forehead before a hug was issued and Dru was escorted out.
Mama - āSee you soon, kachannie.ā
As the door slammed shut behind her, Dru swallowed hard. On to the next show..
āWell, Fuckā¦ā
----- Baton Rouge, Louisiana -----
------ April 23rd 2021 ------
----- Undercover Video and Audio -----
She arrived back in Louisiana, but Druās mind was still back in Saudiā¦ This time, Jax was not there to pick her up. She frowned, but she knew he was still busy trying to track down Qiyanna. She found her bike in the long term parking lot, and slipped her duffle over her head, tucking the strap in beneath the swell of her breasts. Clicking her helmetās latch into place, she called Robi before she sped off from the parking lot. Unfortunately Robi was not at home. She must have been working out for her debut match coming up. She frowned. But once her voicemail picked up;
āHey Robs, call me when you get a chance. Super important. Iāve got news. Loves and Blessings.ā
Click! The call disconnected.
Once she got on the highway, her phone rang.
āHello?ā
Zion - āDru?ā
āOh, hey Z.ā
Zion - āWe need to talk babe.ā
āOk?ā
Zipping in and out of traffic, she could hear the annoyance in Zionās voice, but what could she do?
Zion - āYou need to stop this, D.ā
āStop what?ā
Zion - āThis war on Gotti.ā
This needed her full attention, she took the first exit off the highway, and growled hard. Her bike screeched to a stop in an alley behind a taco bell.
āAre you fucking kidding me, Z? Seriously? Stop the war? Let her go?ā
Zion - āLookā¦ Itās gotten dangerous, ok? Heās been in your home. Heās touched you in your sleep. Heās fucked your world, babe. He fucking had MeowlMir killedā¦ and now he wants to hurt Roscoe.ā
Druās jaw clenched tight. Her teeth ground over themselves before she replied.
āHow do you know?ā
Yeah, she bypassed all the other stuff. What Gotti did to her was one thing, but now he was fucking with those she cared about. She, Roscoe and Zion were not blood, but they may have well have been. Sheād kill for them and sheād die for them.
Zion - āHe came home the other day, and a note was waiting for him, D. It said if you didnāt go home.. Heād rip me open and giveā¦ give parts to Roscoe.ā
She heard Zion swallow hard, Dru scowled. She couldnāt back down but she also couldnāt stand for this retaliation. She went silent. Zion, clearly worried, tried to raise her friend on the phone.
Zion - āHello? ā¦ā¦ Dru? ā¦ā¦ Are you there??ā
After some time, Dru finally responded.
āCall Robs. You, the twins and Roscoe go to the compound. Lock in, do you hear me? You go anywhere, you take The Wolves with you.ā
Zion - ābut the clinicā¦ā
āFuck it. Z, let the others handle it, you, the twins and Roscoe better be at the compound tonight. Or else, I send Ulf to collect you. Got it?ā
Zion - ā.... Fine, but what about you?ā
āFuck me.. Iāll be fine.ā
Dru slung her left leg back over her bike, settling into the seat.
Zion - āThen take Roscoe with you to Japanā¦ You know his skill set.ā
Dru sent a series of texts off, before she revved her bike back up. She didnāt want to agree to Zās request, but she knew she didnāt have much choice.
āYou knowā¦ that actually gives me a few ideasā¦ Tell Roscoe to grab his gear, Iāll pick him up, with his ticket, tomorrow morning. I think itās time for a USO Tour.. donāt you?ā
Dru sped off, zooming back around the taco bell, heading for the on ramp. She had much to do, and only hours to pull this off. This was a perfect way to help draw him outā¦ Keeping Zion safeā¦ and allowing Mama and the crew to do their jobs.
Her phone connected to another callā¦
āHey Daneā¦ I have a job for you. Call me back with the gang, yeah? Short notice, but I have an ideaā¦ Are you ready to get our girl back?ā
----- Kadena Air Force Base -----
----- Okinawa, Japan -----
---- ON CAMERA ----
The Andrews Sisters sang in the background as the men on base wolf-whistled and cat-called the women. The stage, where Dru was front and center, was packed with powerhouse females, dancing. Their uniforms, military issued, were authentic replicas of the 1940ās and 1950ās uniforms. Beige color. Skirts. Not past the knee. Hose. Fitted button down shirt and jacket, complete with officer epaulettes. Their hair was pulled, curled, sprayed and pinned into the signature victory wings, except for Dru. Her long hair, currently colored a vibrant purple, was pulled and curled into a single suicide roll. She had grown to stand out. She was born to be unique.
The men cheered as the girls danced, flawless moves met with the same ferocity as she gave in the ring. But soon, she broke from the group. Saluting the troops, she waltzed down the stairs, met by photographers and journalists.
Reporter 1 - āMs. White!ā
Reporter 2 - āMs. White!ā
They all clamoured for her attention. This was the first USO tour that had been put together since before the great pandemic. And it was all because of Dru and the Wolves. Their way of giving back. Cases of Dru Brew were served to the troops. Thousands of sandwiches and cookies passed out, courtesy of Dru Brew Confectionary. This woman could do it all.
She adjusted her military jacket, dusted off her epaulettes and smiled.
āLook gents, one at a time.ā
She laughed! The music continued on, and more men funneled out to the show. The base had temporarily calmed to let the boys enjoy the event. Even the officers took the time to see the acts.
Reporter 1 - āMs. White, a question?ā
She nodded to him, signing a few photos for the men.
Reporter 1 - āYour upcoming match is next week, do you have any thoughts for the people at home??ā
Reporter 2 - āYour next match is a 3 way ladder match, are you nervous?ā
Dru pondered for a moment before she collected her answer. She lit a cigarette. After a drag, she exhaled slowly and leaned back in a chair.
āFor those at home, itāll be a hell of a show. I canāt speak for everyone at OPW, but I can assure you, Iāll give more than my all. For you.ā
She took a small drag from her smoke, before she continued;
āMe? Nervous? Never. Why should I be? The two gentlemen Iām facing arenāt worth worrying over.ā
The reporters cameras flashed as she responded, catching the wink and giving them time to scribble down her responses. A stagehand came to her side, bringing a can of something to drink. It looked like a similar label to the Dru Brew being passed around. But, it was obviously a new product.
Reporter 1 - āHave you ever been to Tokyo before?ā
Reporter 3 - āDo you expect to win?ā
Reporter 1 - āHow are you preparing for this match?ā
She popped the top, grinned and took a drink. Sheād introduce the product later, for now, she wanted to dazzle the fans.
āOh of course, I have an apartment there. I love Tokyo, the people, the places, the culture; the food.ā
She chuckled! Taking another drink. She sighed a contented sigh.
āYes, I do expect a win at the Pay-per-View. Why wouldnāt I? Iām primed. Like an army. I prepare for every match the same way, fellas. I research my opponents, I learn their behaviours, I take apart their strategies. Then, I bring down the heavies. I have moves no one has seen before. Iām the wild card. Iām not concerned in the least.ā
Her cigarette was ashed, and brought back to her bright red painted lips. She took a puff, smiled and waited for another question. This time, the cameraman switched positions, moving to sit on Druās left side. Catching her profile.
Reporter 2 - āDo you have any words for your opponents?ā
āOf course, I do.ā
She recrossed her legs, the seam of those hose running perfectly up the back of her calves. She looked demure. She achieved the perfect setting. On a military base. In a country who suffered much hate and distrust over the centuries, but still standing strong. Entertaining the troops who defended their country, as well as the country they called home. She did not break focus, eyes of crystalline blue met the camera and held its gaze.
āEoin OāRourke; Youāll be victim to my sweep. Youāll fall to my prowess. Iām a tank. Iām a battalion. Iām your worst nightmare, sweetie. You think just because youāre a part of some bullshit mens club who think they dominate the sport, youāll have no problem man-handling me. Check your cock at the door, bruh. I am anything but weak. Women for decades have been called the weaker sex. Looked down upon as frail creatures. I get that youāre big. Height and Mass donāt mean shit if you know what youāre doing. You know the old saying, bigger they are, harder they fall, and all that jazz? Youāre going to be the prime example of that, bruh. I donāt give a fuck who you are. Who you are affiliated with. Who you are friends with. Who you are fucking. You stand against me in the ring, youāll fall to your knees and beg me to stop. Ask Kevin Jamesonā¦
Oh, speaking of. Kevin. Kev.. Kevvy. Pookie, you really wanted to dance with me again? Wanted another chance to get spanked by the Prophet? All you had to do was ask, love. You Bombed at ShowCase. Youāll bomb here in Japan. International Incident? Yeah. Iāll murder you. Iāll murder Eoin. Hereās the thing, Kevvy-Kev, Iām not some pushover you can intimidate. Iām not going to back down. Iāve faced worse than you, and definitely worse than Eoin and guess what? I am the one that walked away. Iāve laid stronger flat. Iāve put down meaner dogs. Iāve broken even the most vicious of meat-sacks. I put you down once, this time Iāll make sure you stay down.ā
Reporter 2 - ā......ā
Reporter 3, Clearly in love with her - ā......ā
Reporter 1 - āAny last comments, Ms. White?ā
Stagehand - āMs. Whiteā¦ Heās asking for you.ā
Dru grinned again, this time standing. A final drag of her cigarette was taken, she exhaled slowly, snuffing it out in the glass ashtray. She adjusted her jacket, dusting off any fallen ashes. Her hat was placed on her head, resting comfortably over the suicide roll of curls. A final check of her makeup was taken, courtesy of the stagehand, who looked very familiarā¦ It was Dane! That must mean Mama and the crew weren't far away. She reapplied her bright red lipstick and made sure there were no errant strands of purple hair before turning back to the reporters and the cameraman.
āI have fought for everything I own. Nothing came to me for free. Nothing. I broke boundaries. I changed curses. I sold my soul to the devil, decades ago. I toppled mountains. I broke glass ceilings. Do you want to know why? Iām the one my bloodline has waited for. Iām the chosen one. I am your downfall. Eoin, Kevin, you may walk into that ring, but youāll be fucking carried out. My Wolves will bury you. I will shed your blood. Do either of you know what a Blood Eagle is? Want to find out?ā
She smiled, those platinum fangs glimmering in the light, four large men in cuts stepped behind her. The Wolves of Odinn were on guard. Protecting their Beta, and the behest of their Alpha, Robi. But it was the burly 6ā6ā Roscoe who caught the eye of the reporters. He stood beside Dru, full dress uniform, but obviously ready to act at a seconds notice. Dru blew a kiss to the camera, with a wink before she grabbed that third reporter(Reporter 3) and planted a kiss on his lips. She smirked, feeling his body tense, before she let him go. To melt into his own puddle of human lust.
āWant to know what makes this even better, boys? This will be broadcast live! Millions of viewers, across this wide world will see you fall. Collapse like tyrants and dictators. Iāll be sure to get copies made, send the dvdās to whatever pathetic loved ones you have.ā
She blew a kiss to the camera before she turned to those dogged reporters that clung by her side.
Stagehand - āMs. White, Jaxās plane lands in two hours. Shall I send the car?ā
Dru grinned, shaking her head, touching the stagehands cheek gently.
āNo, I will pick him up myself. Thank you.ā
Her head turned, her voice lowered, softly, almost caringly, just for the reporters.
āNow, if you boys will excuse me, Frank demands I come sing with him.ā
She laughed, winking one final time before she began to walk away. Her hips swaying with each step, allowing those gentlemen, still scribbling in their notebooks, the view of her from behind. The Sinatra impersonator introduced her as she came through the curtain, and the troops went wild! All that was heard before the camera went dark was;
Frank Sinatra Impersonator - āIntroducing a new product coming from Dru Brew Brewery! Dru Brew Energy! A natural blend of vitamins and minerals that boost your mind and brew a potent batch of energy! When the crew needs a boost, reach for Dru Brew Energy! ā¦ And the woman behind the brand, and the sexiest wrestler I know Iāve ever seenā¦ Miss Druscilla White! Letās bring The Prophet to the stage! Come on Miss Dru, sing us a song!ā
The screen goes black.