Post by ☠ VooDoo ☠ on Jul 9, 2020 8:48:49 GMT -5
...This way comes.
" Sit back, watch’, Imma ‘bout to show you how it’s done. "
[The scene fades in and we find ourselves on the 13th floor of PhreeQ Tower, the thirteen story building that Vincent Wolf had moved piece by piece to the Wolf Family Compound in Parts UnKnown because he so loved his wife. Their apartment was placed back in its original form before they had the kids. The kitchen, living and dining rooms, and their bedroom and office were all one big room with the bedroom and office were divided off by bookshelves that were filled with books as well as various momentos they had collected over their twenty years together. VooDoo, The OG of Femme Fatales, sat at her black cherry desk, she was scrolling through twitter. She comes across Madisin Ivy where she mentions that VooDoo will be stepping away from the announcer’s table and into the ring and how she was excited to see her back in the ring. One thought went through her mind as she scrolled on… They asked for this. THEM. They want it, they got it. She scrolled a little more and hit play on a video and listened and watched, her head bopping to the music after a few moments she smiled one of those little dark smiles that you see the truly evil ones smile in the courtrooms as their transgressions against their fellow man are read aloud; proud of their accomplishments. She did a search on youtube and began to watch more videos; she leaned back in her chair, elbows on the padded armrests with her fingers clasped together; and slowly an idea slowly began to form. She did an internet search and found the page she was looking for clicked on it and read some information about the group before she clicked the contact button. On the next page she typed in her contact info and request. She needed their services next Friday, she would pay double what their going rate was as well as an all expense paid trip to New York for two weeks. Once she hit send, she hit google again and typed in one word and hit enter, clicking on imagines she scrolled down until she saw something that made her smile. She clicked on the picture which took her to the company’s instagram account. She typed something in the comment box and hit enter.]
[Once she was done she powered down her laptop and stood up; she knew what she needed right now, and her husband was the only one who could help quench what she had a thirst for. Over the years their bond had become a thing that you would have never believed existed, unless you had witnessed it yourself. She closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on him and her need for him, and slowly she felt his presence; he was in his room. She walked out of the office and down the hall to his room. She opened the door to find him sitting at the table writing in one of his notebooks; there were shelves after shelves of composition notebooks along one wall, that contained Vincent’s thoughts. He was not shocked to see the door open, he had felt her coming.]
I need you, Vincent. [He could tell just by the tone of her voice, despite living in the north for 25 yrs, sometimes some south still slipped out of her mouth, and it usually happened when she needed a hard session.]
Giving, receiving, or will we flip a coin? [He put the pen in the notebook and stood up.]
Giving.
Oh, my favorite.
[Without another word she turned and went to the spiral staircase that went to the rooftop rose garden and instead of going up she started down. The 12th floor was their floor. No one stepped foot on it, not that anyone would ever want to. It would open to a whole entire world of perversion they might not be accustomed to. Each piece is custom made to their specifications, each piece either one or the other has been strapped, handcuffed or tied to countless times over the years.]
[Vincent followed his wife as she walked through the scene areas, each one lighting up that was in range to catch her movement. With every couple of steps she peeled a piece of clothing off and dropped it on the marble floor, until she came to the St. Andrews Cross and it was there that she stepped into position and placed her wrists and ankles in the restraints. Vincent walked up and kissed her gently on the shoulder as he began to strap her wrist; once he had her strapped in he let his fingers trail down her arm and side and as he bent down to strap in her ankle he heard her sigh softly. He quickly did the same to her other side and then softly kissed her on the neck before he wound her hair up around one hand and then gently dropped it over her shoulder in front of her. He stepped back and admired his wife's strong muscular body wrapped in it’s porcelain like skin; causing the groin area of his jeans to feel quite constricted at the moment.]
[Vincent walked over to one of the walls and walked up and down it until he found what he was looking for and then smiled. He pulled the rabbit skin gloves from off the wall and slipped them on his hands. He then reached up and pulled the cat o’nine tails off the wall and walked back over to his wife. His wife was a woman with certain needs, certain desires and he was more than happy to fulfill each and every masochistic one of them, because that woman loved him with a deep intensity that very few could achieve in their lifetime.]
[Vincent walked around her, circling her, speaking to her in a soft soothing tone, telling her everything that a woman like her wants to hear, needs to hear as she slips into that space that she needed to be in for what came next. After a few moments, the look in her eyes and her breathing told him that she was ready; he stepped up to her and let the back of his gloved finger tips caress her from the back of her neck and down, before he brought the palm of his hand down. Each time he did so, her ass jiggled under his hand; the scene slowly begins to fade to black as Vincent steps back and admires his handy work as the small beads of blood begin to form on her ass, leaving the watcher to suddenly realize Vincent was wearing “Vampire Gloves” and there were sharp little metal tacks just long enough to prick and scratch the skin hidden beneath the rabbit fur.]
I’ll be back, Precious. [He whispered into her ear before he left.] I’m going to go get your bath ready.
[VooDoo nodded her head as she stood there with her eyes closed; her body covered in a mixture of both their bodily fluids. She listened to her husband’s footsteps walk away as he went to start part one of aftercare. She pulled her arms down against the restraints causing them to dig painfully into her own flesh for a moment before she relaxed and took a deep breath.]
Almost feels like ol’ times with, you Johnny. [VooDoo’s voice echoed through the room, she opened her emerald green eyes, they were bloodshot and you can see the remnants of the tears, not because of the pain she had felt mind you, but the release.] Still being that pain in my Pack’s ass. [She chuckled softly.] It’s really hard to explain mine and Johnny’s relationship over the years. It’s truly been one of those “what you see on the TV screen, isn’t always what is going on behind the scenes” things. Despite what went on between him and Vin and Damon, we were always cordial with one another. It was a way for me to get to know him and how to handle him. [She paused for a moment.] It’s the only reason why I haven’t slit your throat for having Adrian drug me; but the next time I am thinking about a blood bath, John, I will keep you in mind.
You know back when I was with Oss and you started with the whole “Helen of Troy” thing with me, I thought it was the cutest little thing. I honestly did. Oss, not so much. Vincent not so much either. But I did; I won’t lie, too old for that shit anymore. Real talk. [She paused for a moment.] So cute that I had even begun to wonder if I could steer you from a less cartoonish figure to a man more my style.
After all the time Oss and I had been together, we lost our flame and the feelings started to flicker; just like they did with my ex husband, Tony Cancelliere, that’s how I ended up on Damon’s dick when we met in EWF. Just like with Cancelliere, most of the time we were together, it just didn’t feel the same anymore. And I would often think back to those nights when you and I would find ourselves talking after a show, thinking…
I would tear that poor boy up.
...And I still think that...
...And I still think that...
“ Just for different reasons. ”
But when that Big Bad Wolf walked in and it was all over, said and done. I will be the first one to admit it. As soon as I saw him, we all know what I looked like…
He came in with a savage side like I had never seen, his scent... called ...to my soul every time he was in my presence like I was a junkie and he was my fix. Each match I saw him in, just made me believe more and more, that was the man that I needed by my side. Then nothing else mattered but obtaining him. [She smiled.] And talk about playing hard to get. Where most dudes would have boned me that first night, he did not; every advance I made he shot me down. [She smirked.] Well, for at least 3 months, because when I do want something, I get it. Guess what I want right now?
I wanna beat your ass.
...This week, Imma gonna do it too…
“ Just not the way it happened in your wet dreams. “
Oh yes, Mr, Johnny Stylez, over the past few weeks you have managed to piss me off enough to where I feel the need to step into the ring with you. Feel the need to do physical damage to you and yours. And I know I can’t fully blame you, my brother in law does shoulder some of the blame, since between the two of you, he would be the only one smart enough to come up with the idea. He knew in the end it would be HER ego for YOUR big win. Enjoy this riding high feeling, because at episode 16, you’re going to have 99 problems, and you best believe….
[She grew quiet again as she heard Vincent’s footsteps coming back down the stairs, in his hands he carried the soft fuzzy blanket that was used for moments like these. Draping it over his shoulder, he unbuckled the straps at her ankles and then moved to her wrists; and then draped the blanket around her shoulders, wrapping it around it before scooping her up effortlessly in her arms. The scene slowly faded to black as Vincent Wolf carried his mate upstairs to bath her and take care of her wounds.]
[The scene fades back in and it’s a week later, and we find ourselves at the original Empire Room in New York City. The WolfPack was in full force in the VIP section, Vincent, Kal X, the Riggs’, the Prestons and Roger Wright. The place wasn’t nearly as packed as it usually was and half the massive dance floor was roped off for the show. Vincent looked at his watch and right on time, a group of some of the biggest security guys came and slowly cordoned off a path from the doors to the section of the dance floor roped off.]
It’s time. [Vin told everyone and walked over to the railing of the VIP section and leaned down on it. He loved to watch his wife, when she put on a live stage show; he loved how she seemed to feed off the crowd’s energy and they seemed to feed off hers.]
The way Jack talked about the price tag it better be one of the best shows she’s done. [Kal leaned down on the rail with him.]
Well, I can’t wait to see this. [Roger leaned down too.]
[The lights dimmed down and the music started playing, sending the crowd into cheer. The spot lights started to roll through the crowd until finally they all landed on the doors. VooDoo came through first to a huge pop that nearly shook the building, she was dressed in a black suit perfectly tailored to her body, with a white tailored shirt; white and black wingtip shoes, red sash trimmed in gold, black top hat and sunglasses; carrying a baton like she was a band majorette. Her blood red hair was pulled back into a single braid. She was walking and dancing to the music; somber expression on her face. Once she was 5 feet in the door, the first group of four men came first. They were dressed in suits just like hers with no sash, a black side cap trimmed in black with the same sunglasses as Voo. They mimicked her same steps except they had each of them had the corner of a blue coffin covered in glitter that almost matched the color of Johnny Stylez hair. ]
I’ve officially seen it all from that woman. [Damon shook his head and smiled.]
What on Earth? [Wright had officially seen it all too.]
Ghanaian Coffin Dancers. [Vincent smiled. He did love that woman of his and all the crazy things she does.]
[Once the first group had cleared the five feet, another group of four came out of the door, they were dressed identical to the first, except for on their shoulders they carried a pink glitter covered coffin. They danced in sync with the first group and VooDoo. The last group came out and they were dressed and moved the same as well, except this group carried a golden glitter one. They continued on in damned near perfect unison with each other to the cleared area of the dance floor. The group with the blue coffin went to the ride side, the pink to the left and the golden one in the center. They continued the same dance in place as VooDoo made her way from behind them to where she was facing the crowd and at the same time, all of the coffin dancers raised the coffins up off their shoulders and turned around and faced the crowd all the while keeping with the beat and tune of the music. Again another huge pop.]
[In unison all of them dropped to their hands and knees, including VooDoo, and began to mimic walking on their hands and knees, but kept with the beat of the music. After a minute of that, they all rolled onto their backs, coffins never touching the floor. First one leg up in the air, bent at the knee, shaking in the air and then the other, again the whole time keeping with the beat of the music.]
[Finally they all rolled to their feet again, turned to face each other and rest the coffin on their thigh and pulled the white handkerchief out of their pockets. VooDoo swapped spots with one of the guys holding the gold coffin and soon they were passing the handkerchiefs back and forth with the person opposite of them.]
Wow, she really out did herself tonight.
Only one thing is missing. [Allison said with a tone of sadness in her voice.] Ani. [She half smiled.] Her crazy ass would have been right down there dancing with them.
[The group nodded as they watched VooDoo and the guy switched back, after a couple of minutes, VooDoo began to lead them back down the path, in the reverse order they had come in. Once they had cleared the doors, the place went wild. Soon after, the whole floor was opened back up and the crowd began to dance as the DJ took over.]
I’ve seen some things before in my time, but that has to top everything.
[Everyone took their seats again except Vincent who made his way over to the bar; their private bartender for the night reached into the fridge and pulled out a blue raspberry gatorade and handed it to him. He made his way to the elevator that went down to the kitchen area. After a minute or two the doors opened and VooDoo had come out. She was a little sweaty and had the jacket slung over her shoulder. As soon as she saw him, she smiled big.]
Thank you, mi’Love. [She said as she stepped out and took the bottle from him; cracked it open and took a drink.]
You’re welcome, Precious.
[Together they walked back over to the table where everyone here congratulated her on a show well done. She thanked them all before telling them that she needed to slip into her office and into something a little more cooler. She turned around and made her way back to the bar, stopped for a moment passing telling the bartender to keep her drinks fruity tonight; she was not mixing gatorade and the ice cream from the mudslides together. She went into the door marked private and as soon as she shut the door behind her, it was nothing but silence. It was the one room in the building that was completely soundproof.]
[She slipped out of the shoes and walked over to the leather couch as she unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to the ground. She stepped out of them and took off the shirt and draped it over the back of the couch, beneath was a red and black lace number that barely left anything for the imagination. She shimmied into the little black dress and took a seat to put on her boots.]
In a way, Blair, I kind of wished it was Ani that was in the match. But for selfish reasons of my own. I mean, really? A match where a pinfall is the only thing that stands between you being forced to join the enemies. Where you must fight for them; or you never hold the title again. That was her vanity, that was her ego that got the best of her. I would love to give her a good beating for it. [She paused for a moment.] But right now, I will have to settle for you. Which is just as good, too. Because over the years I have found out that one of the best ways to hurt someone, is hurt the one they love. You can hit them and punch them and put them through tables, but it won’t bother them. But if you go after the one they love…that does kind of get under their skin. And you and Johnny have gotten under my skin long enough. [VooDoo smiles.] Speaking of skin, dear..
You’re looking like an iPhone 5c.
...Cheap and plastic…
“ I’d start looking for a new surgeon. “
When Johnny bought NEW and bought out everyone’s contract, I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to sit at home and watch as Johnny dicked over the ones I love. I mean I could have; since I have no contract, but as the Matriarch of the Pack, I just couldn't do it. But I needed to be here, to protect what’s mine. Johnny, being the business man that he is, knowing that I would be there week in and week out, made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It was one that I couldn’t pass up, it made my job a whole lot easier; because where I used to sit in the dressing room like a caged wolf just waiting for the Syndicate to strike, I am now right down there ringside. It literally has to be the greatest damned gift he could have given me. Except marrying you, Blair, because maybe now he will stop jockin’ my clit.
[VooDoo smirked a little bit.]
Blair, you and I are a different breed than the rest of the women that step into the squared ring. We basically paved the way for all of those who came after us. While they were clawing it out for the women’s strap and thinking they were the shit, we were in the ring fighting the men, showing them that they were just shit. They would look up to us and dream a thousand dreams of being able just like us, who just don't give a fuck like us, who wished they could dress like us, walk, talk and act like us. Oh, shit, let me stop now, I am starting to sound like an Eminem track. [She stops and gives a wink and a smile.] The thing that I am looking forward to this match most of all…. Besides pounding the fuck out of you three, is when it’s all over, Vincent and I heading back to the dressing room and celebrating like we always do. [She licked the corner of her lip just a little bit and smiled that coy little smile of hers that spoke of carnal pleasures.] Roger might want to have his own dressing room this week, because when Vin and I step in the ring together, it brings out our primal sides… and things do get a LiL Na$tY.
[The door opened and closed, VooDoo didn’t even have to look up to know that it was her chosen mate; but when she did look up, she found him leaning up against the door, watching her. It was that look of his that always made her body flush warm. She got up and made her way over to him.]
All finished, Dearest.
Not quite yet you are. [He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him; wrapping his arms around her; he turned her around and pushed her back up against the door.]
Vincent.. [She seemed to purr his name.] We’ve got people waiting for us. [Vincent leaned in, pressing his lips against that sweet spot right in the crook of her neck nibbling just slightly and causing a soft moan to escape her lips.] Well.. maybe… just a minute… or two....
[….about twenty minutes later, VooDoo and Vincent came out of the office and joined the others over at the tables. Vincent pulled out his wife’s chair and pushed it in for her.]
Just checking on Voo, huh? [Damon asked with one eye cock slightly.]
She needed help with her zipper. [He told them from where he still stood beside her.]
Says the man with a wet spot around his? [Kal X said and then raised his drink to his lips.}
[As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, everyone else’s eyes went to Vincent’s crotch, and VooDoo burst out laughing. Indeed there was a wet spot.] Hey, eyes up here, ladies and gentlemen. Quit looking at my junk.
How about sitting your junk down? [VooDoo laughed and tugged him down into the seat beside her. She leans in and whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear.] And next time push your jeans down a little lower?
Wear it like a badge of honor.
[Another round of crude comments came as Vincent reached up and took his wife’s braid and wrapped it around his wrist before resting his hand against the back of her neck; it was one of those subtle ways to let her know their night was not through.. The scene slowly fades to black as he smiled one last time when he felt her shudder.
[The scene fades back in and we are across town in the penthouse apartment belonging to Le’Andra Fury. Xavier Wolf was sound asleep with his beautiful wife beside him. He was slowly pulled from his slumber as he felt himself slowly being straddled. He still closed, he slowly smiled as he brought both his hands up and placed them on the legs of the person straddling him and as he slowly slid them up, his smile faltered and a confused look slowly came over his face. Whoever that was straddling him, was wearing jeans.]
[Xavier Wolf opened his eyes to find his sister in law straddling him; the snarl on her lips and crazed look in her eyes scared him for the first time since he met her. She had both her arms raised high above her head and grasping in her hand a double bladed dagger with a pearl inlaid handle.]
What. The. Fuck! [He barely had enough time to raise his own hands to stop VooDoo from plunging the dagger into his chest. She growled in frustration when he stopped her from meeting her mark. She leaned all of her weight down on him as he struggled to keep the blade as it inched closer and closer.] Fuck! Le’!
[Xavier turned his head to the right where his wife is. Her lifeless blue eyes stared back at him, her throat a jagged bloody mess, her blonde hair just as bloody as the pool that spread out under her from the wounds in her neck. He turned back to VooDoo and watched helplessly as the knife pierced the skin of his bare tattooed chest; blood flowed freely as the blade went deeper and deeper.] Cand…
...dice. [When VooDoo opened her eyes, she came up swinging. Vincent ducked and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight until she stopped her struggle. She lay there in his arms as she caught her breath.] You okay, Precious?
I am going to kill, X. [She sat on the edge of the bed and reached in the night table in her stash box and pulled out a blunt and her lighter.]
I am pretty sure the line forms at the right. [Vincent watched as his wife got up and grabbed the robe at the end of the bed, he didn’t have to ask where she was going; he knew.] Precious? [VooDoo turned around and looked at her mate. He gave her a wink and flexed one of his most endearing qualities a few times, causing her to smile.] Do hurry back.
[VooDoo made her way to the spiral staircase and made her way up to the rose garden on the roof. She stepped out into the soft moonlight and made her way down to the center of the garden, closed her eyes and stood there for a moment. Finally she took a deep cleansing breath of air and took a seat on one of the marble benches that were placed around the koi pond. She looked at the fish as they swam over to where she was; she watched as they swam in circles waiting for her to reach in and pet them as she usually did; but not tonight, tonight, she lit the blunt and hit it instead.]
I really want to place all the blame on you and Johnny, but I know I can’t. Because Ani’s just as much to blame as the both of you. [VooDoo nodded her head slightly.] She agreed to it, she signed the contract. I know what her motives are. I know what John’s motives are. [She paused for a moment, hitting the blunt again.] I just haven’t figured out what yours are, because I don’t think you give a shit about the Stylez/Syndicate agenda. Why would you do this to Ani? To Roger and Marie even? Just when Ani is actually getting her personal life together as much as her professional one. How many times have the two of us sat back and shook our heads at some of her shenanigans and wonder when we were going to get that phone call from the morgue saying we needed to come do to identify her body? Didn’t want her when she was all over you like a second skin and now you want her so much that you gave up a shot at the OpW World title just to “have” her? [She mouthed the words “what the Fuck”.] I don’t know? Maybe you are more like your brother than you want to admit? Vin loved it when I was strapped with the big belt; he thought it was hot; and sexy, he liked going home and feeling that World Champ tighten up on that dick. And we know THAT’S not the reason. [She paused.] I guess unless your snow bunny is into that type of thing. I saw how Ani and her were all keekeeing in the arena.
[She took a massive hit off the blunt and held it in until her luns started to burn, then she blew out three perfect smoke rings one after the other… the second one going through the first and the third one going though the second. She shook her head some.]
You know, over the years this family has done some fucked things to each other. But you… you’ve always had to take the proverbial cake each and every time. Every time managing to spit more and more on the family name. A name that I hold with honor more than most of you fuckers who were born with it. [An expression of pure sadness came over her face that seemed to come from deep within her soul.] Xavier… the rest of the Pack may never tell you how they feel about… all of this, but I’m going to tell you...
You broke my fucking heart.
...And now I am going to break yours…
“ I just have decided who’s chest to rip it from, yours or your wife. “
I really do hope the three of you are prepared for what’s going to happen this coming Showcase. Hell, I hope all of OpW is prepared for what’s going to go down. The kid gloves have come off, the gauntlet has been tossed down. I want each and every one of them glue to the match because I want them all to bare witness to what really fucking happens when you go against the Pack. And it’s starting with the three of you with the ass whipping that Roger, my mate and I are about to deliver.
[She hit the blunt one last time before flicking it over the edge of the roof. She stood up for a moment and then sat back down with a soft sigh.]
Ani… [She paused again.] What the hell were you thinking? When you saw me shaking my head no… why didn’t you listen to me? All these years I have spent training you, teaching you the ring, teaching you everything I know, why.. When it was the most important thing in the world didn’t you listen? I know that you think that you know X since you two have swapped gallons of bodily fluids, but I know him a different way; but I know a little bit more with how he thinks. They set this little trap for you, knowing you’d walk right in it. [Another pause.] And now look at ya; instead of being home with Roger and Marie…
You get to be Johnny Stylez’ fucking puppet.
[VooDoo stood back up and chuckled lightly.]
And for the love of God… Xavier, Blair.. Both of you. Keep an eye on Ani and Johnny… We all know how Ani is and the last thing we need is Johnny putting his hand up in the Puppet.
[Without another word, she stood up and made her way over to the door to the spiral staircase that led back downstairs to her and her mate’s apartment as the scene slowly faded to black; she had some Wolf meat waiting for her and she was going to put it to good use.]
OOC
I don’t know how everyone else operates when they write a role play, but sometimes there are meanings behind the title (this one was a nod to Vin and Voo's tag team name), the lyrics and the scenes with mine.
With Johnny…
Jason and I have known each other about 20yrs, before the WolfPack was even conceived. My role plays back then was all 50 shades of Grey before bondage became mainstream, I am sure it's one of the reasons most dudes were so eager to role play with me, it’s how his nickname for VooDoo, LiL Na$tY came about.
With Will…
It’s all about showmanship. He puts on one helluva show with Blair from start to finish and he’s always looking for brand new ways to put on ‘the show’.
With Vin…
He just keeps breaking my heart with X. He wouldn’t give me X for Ani, wouldn’t give me X for Allison. Out of all the Wolf men, Xavier is my white whale, the one he’d never give to me. But I still love him.