Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2016 10:45:11 GMT
San Jose, California was considered to be the perfect place to live in the United States. It was a place where the weather was always near perfect at around seventy degrees with a few white, fluffy clouds dotting the sky. How could anyone possibly want to live, or be, anywhere else? The answer to that question was simple. Experience the sort of life events that Jax had. That was how one could end up wanting to live somewhere, anywhere else. Thankfully, professional wrestling provided him with that escape. It provided him with an excuse to get away from his fucking bitch of a wife who had ruined his life and taken everything from him.
In the far corner of their trailer the small television flickered off. "She's good, Jax," the beautiful and sweet Elodie chimed before moving to lay a comforting hand on the shoulder of her husband. Immediately his entire body tensed up. "Don't fucking touch me, El," Jackson swatted her hand away in disgust before standing up to face her. "She's not good. She's fucking spoiled just like you are." A brief moment of sadness flashed across the young woman's face before she steeled herself against the coming onslaught. A good portion of her expected him to hit her. Most of her bruises from the last time his anger had gotten the best of him had faded, but she knew he wasn't opposed to giving her new, fresh one's to have to cover up before going into public.
"I've seen her kind on countless occasions in this business. She's a cockroach. A disgusting, filthy creature who has somehow managed to survive this long. Like most women, the only reason she is of any use to anyone is because of her little cunt." At that moment Elodie made her first mistake. He knew how much she hated the "c-word" and yet he still continue to use it. This time it had caused brief, but sharp, gasp that had drawn his ire. She had seen it coming and known that there was nothing she could do about it but that didn't make it any less painful when the back of his hand connected with the left side of her face.
For the moment the one blow seemed to have pacified him. "She hasn't learned her place yet and because she possesses a sliver of talent, people are afraid to be firm with her like she needs." Jackson paused, unbuckling the black belt wrapped around his waist. "She's quick, and she's good at catching people off guard with her submissions. You know, El, like you when you didn't take the morning after pill like you had told me you were going to. That's how you've both managed to secure the blessed positions in life. Like you, however, I'm going to teach her a lesson. Eventually she's going to get tired. Eventually she's going to get caught by a right hand. Eventually that lightning quick speed is going to run out and when it does it's game over because she can't out wrestle me. My technical ability is going to be the deciding factor in this match because once I'm in control she's not going to escape. She's not strong enough or skilled enough to do so."
Grabbing a hold of her hair, Jackson dragged his wife over to the place he had been sitting a few moments earlier and bent her over across his lap, his belt in hand. "Someone has been a naughty girl and opened her mouth when she shouldn't have. You and Arianny have that in common as well, El." The sharp snap of a belt against Elodies backside bounced off of the walls, an embarrassed whimper escaping her lips. "That's what all of this comes down to, El. Control. Who is going to be the one in control at Vendetta? Arianny doesn't have the composure to remain in control. She doesn't have the fortitude. When the smallest things start to work against her she loses her composure and she crumbles." Another sharp snap is followed by a louder cry of pain. "It's okay. Neither of you should worry. Daddy's got this. I'm in control. You can continue to fight against the natural order of things and I'll keep setting them right. You'll speak when spoken to. You'll cook, you'll clean and you'll eventually recognize that all you're good for is a place for me to shoot my load."
A final crack of the belt echos loudly.
Fade.
In the far corner of their trailer the small television flickered off. "She's good, Jax," the beautiful and sweet Elodie chimed before moving to lay a comforting hand on the shoulder of her husband. Immediately his entire body tensed up. "Don't fucking touch me, El," Jackson swatted her hand away in disgust before standing up to face her. "She's not good. She's fucking spoiled just like you are." A brief moment of sadness flashed across the young woman's face before she steeled herself against the coming onslaught. A good portion of her expected him to hit her. Most of her bruises from the last time his anger had gotten the best of him had faded, but she knew he wasn't opposed to giving her new, fresh one's to have to cover up before going into public.
"I've seen her kind on countless occasions in this business. She's a cockroach. A disgusting, filthy creature who has somehow managed to survive this long. Like most women, the only reason she is of any use to anyone is because of her little cunt." At that moment Elodie made her first mistake. He knew how much she hated the "c-word" and yet he still continue to use it. This time it had caused brief, but sharp, gasp that had drawn his ire. She had seen it coming and known that there was nothing she could do about it but that didn't make it any less painful when the back of his hand connected with the left side of her face.
For the moment the one blow seemed to have pacified him. "She hasn't learned her place yet and because she possesses a sliver of talent, people are afraid to be firm with her like she needs." Jackson paused, unbuckling the black belt wrapped around his waist. "She's quick, and she's good at catching people off guard with her submissions. You know, El, like you when you didn't take the morning after pill like you had told me you were going to. That's how you've both managed to secure the blessed positions in life. Like you, however, I'm going to teach her a lesson. Eventually she's going to get tired. Eventually she's going to get caught by a right hand. Eventually that lightning quick speed is going to run out and when it does it's game over because she can't out wrestle me. My technical ability is going to be the deciding factor in this match because once I'm in control she's not going to escape. She's not strong enough or skilled enough to do so."
Grabbing a hold of her hair, Jackson dragged his wife over to the place he had been sitting a few moments earlier and bent her over across his lap, his belt in hand. "Someone has been a naughty girl and opened her mouth when she shouldn't have. You and Arianny have that in common as well, El." The sharp snap of a belt against Elodies backside bounced off of the walls, an embarrassed whimper escaping her lips. "That's what all of this comes down to, El. Control. Who is going to be the one in control at Vendetta? Arianny doesn't have the composure to remain in control. She doesn't have the fortitude. When the smallest things start to work against her she loses her composure and she crumbles." Another sharp snap is followed by a louder cry of pain. "It's okay. Neither of you should worry. Daddy's got this. I'm in control. You can continue to fight against the natural order of things and I'll keep setting them right. You'll speak when spoken to. You'll cook, you'll clean and you'll eventually recognize that all you're good for is a place for me to shoot my load."
A final crack of the belt echos loudly.
Fade.
