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Ash Quinn
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01-23-2021, 07:19 PM

( This occurs before the confrontation between Oliver and William Keen)

Ash laid in fits and starts on her couch in her loft on the South Side of Chicago. The sun fading through the windows threw weird shadows across the room making it flicker like it was on fire. Fire, something she had been all too familiar with lately. She left the group known as the Left Hand after she got some weird feelings about where the group was headed. On the outside, it was all about gold but she always felt left out of some bigger picture. Having tried to discuss her direction and the group's direction on multiple occasions with any of the others and being pushed away, she packed up and left. Leaving meant renewing the lease on her loft and changing all her info or blocking what she couldn't change. Not that it would do much good it seemed like that crew was everywhere.

Her eyes began moving rapidly behind the lids and she let out small moans and grunts in her sleep. Being the omniscient writer we can crack open her head like an egg and see what's going on inside. Inside we see an all-familiar windswept landscape but this time it is Ash's gym shoes that crumble the rock beneath them not the leather boots on the Walker. Ash looked ahead of her and the leather-clad Walker was standing on the edge of an outcropping in front of her.

"Hey." Ash yelled over the wind, "Who the hell are you?"

The Walker turned a fiery light in her eyes and pointed back at Ash gesturing a challenge. Recognizing her own fire in the eyes, Ash gritted her teeth and made a run up the slope at her opponent. Move after move was matched by the other as they grunted and screamed at one another. Ash screaming wondering why she was there. The Walker yelling that there was no longer room for her. The battle raged and the wind picked up and lightning flashed as the battle got more intense. In the real world, Ash thrashed on the couch and began sweating as the battle was destroying her mind.

Eventually, Ash was able to get the upper hand knocking the Walker to the ground inches from the edge of the outcropping. She looked down at the shiny leather figure covered in blood grime and dust and simply asked why. Through clenched teeth the beaten Walker spat and said for the Dark, why else would someone like you even be here? That was all the Southie needed she kicked the Walker in the gut knocking her off the cliff with a bone-cracking thud. She wiped blood from the corner of her mouth breathing hard as the rain began to fall and the darkness broke in the sky above her. She raised her head up into the bright light finally feeling the warmth on her skin.

THUD!! She was back at home laying on the couch tangled up in blankets. She looked around started that she was in her apartment and the light was shining through the window above her. She shivered even though her apartment was warm and pulled the blanket up over her. Before she got comfortable again, she heard a name on the morning news she thought she was finally done with:

Late last night CIA agent Oliver Danielson was able to apprehend the notorious killer William Keen. Keen, who went by the name Baphomet, was picked up in the locker room area of the wrestling promotion XWF. The agent escorted him to a black vehicle not making eye contact with the cameras or making a comment. This station has found that Keen is being held until trial no bond is expected. Back to you Ted...

Ash felt a growling in her throat and she threw everything off the table in front of her laughing like an idiot. Among the things that hit the floor was a white business card and a drug needle and tourniquet. Shakily, she grabbed for her cell and the business card she found laying under her car's windshield wiper not that long ago.

"Oliver Danielson? This is Ash Quinn, you left a business card on my car the other night I think? I hear you have Baph in custody, Where is the bastard? No, you don't understand you have to tell me he and I have a discussion that needs to be finished. I know I'm not the only one but I was his Queen. Exactly that means I've got stuff that can help you so why don't you scratch my back eh?

She scrambled for a pen jotting down info the voice of the agent was giving her. Her hand shaking so bad she could barely write.

"Looks like I'm going on a road trip"

Ash stood outside her building in the cold with a small bag slung over her shoulder. She lit up her third cigarette as the Uber driver finally pulled up. She crushed out her cigarette and told him to take her to the small airport on the other side of town. After a short time and a whole hell of a lot of crappy rap music, she stepped out of the car, quickly lighting another cigarette. She went to the car rental desk and booked a sedan for 2 days. She flopped her bag on the passenger seat and took off for the address scrawled on the piece of paper.

Awhile later she pulled up to the gate of the prison where Baphomet was being held. Danielson was able to get her in and he explicitly said what went on from there he could not help her with. She flashed her ID and pulled her car where they told her. She got out slowly fear creeping in. She shivered pulling her jacket tighter and slid her phone and lighter into her pocket. Making her way through the gate past security, she told them who she needed to see.

"Miss that inmate can only be seen by Federal Agents." a burly guard told her, looking down at her.

"Well I have been sent here by the agent in charge, Oliver Danielson, I am a probationary agent sent to interview the inmate."

She was tripwire tense and tried to not let her Southie accent come through. The guard made a call and escorted her back to an interrogation room and told her Keen would be in shortly. She waited a few minutes and could hear his slick oily voice telling the guard there was only Danielson on his case. He was pushed in the room shackled and plopped into a chair, his shackles secured.

"He's all yours" The guard shook his head standing near the door.

"Well Well what do I....." He started to slither.

"This is where you finally shut your fucking mouth and listen to me. The fear and hate you peddle. Burning shit, goat-headed shadows talking, it's all bullshit. You have brainwashed me for the last time. I don't need you or any of those other zombified freaks whispering in my ear what to do. What did you do for me big picture-wise honestly Count Chocula?? Fucking nothing!! I got two cheap wins and burnt Alias' hand. I could have done that on fucking smack. I will admit I have confidence that I didn't have before but you gave the other babies sucking your devil titties so much more. Why? Because I have a big mouth and don't lick your boots like the other three. I'm Southside Chicago, daughter of a cop. Chicks like me are a little loud and hot-headed. You sounding like a B movie Dracula won't take that from me. I intend on burning this shit to the ground just like I did before but this time you are in the house when it goes up in flames! Oh and one more thing...."

She holds a picture of the Left Hand symbol close to his face lighting it on fire with her Zippo. It goes up fast like a little ball of fire and Ash lunges at Keen ready to choke him. He strains against his shackles ready to come back. The burly guards grab her and she lets out a blood-curdling scream yelling Fuck You and other things as she is dragged down the hall. You hear an echoing laugh coming from the room she just left as everything fades to black....


So many folks so little time so why don't we just get to it!!

Ash spins a giant wheel and the pointer Lands on Osira Themis!!!

Well, come on down girl...You think your hot shit with that whole I'm a goddess bull walking around like your hot shit but truth be told you have the sex appeal of a pap smear. Always trapped in your sister's shadow, you will never be nuthin more than the "other" Themis girl, and that's what heeps you up at night crying into your satin sheets. You want so bad to be noticed but in truth, all you are is Atara's version of a water boy. The little sister always wanting to be just like her big sissy but not quite able to reach that monkey bar.

Osira Themis is the ugly duckling of the family. the black sheep. She knows it and so does her sister. For real, she looks like a rock star from the 80s or a heroin addict from the 90s. Either way it's really not a good look. If you even had an ounce of talent you could pass as "eclectic", but instead you're just a burnout whose family has done everything they can to leave you in the dust.

Oswald my man you aren't fooling anybody. Here's a purchase list for things you need: a personal, trainer, a plastic surgeon, a decent camera, something other than Holiday Inn Express carpet in your living room, a stylist, new clothes a hand iron, an interior designer a new barber and while we're at it something classier than that Apple Watch you bought off Wish.

Honestly I can't tell if your shoulders grew in two inches higher than nature intended or if you even have a neck. I really can't tell if you are smiling or just got done crying. I do have to commend you for your pube to head anti balding method, though I'm sure it took a lot of glue. Your jacket tells me "Ready to offer to pay the whole bill but then say "Let's split it evenly" once it comes. Lastly I can't tell if those are fat rools you are sucking in or if your trying to hide that third nipple since your parents are cousins after all. Over all I'm fine making less money than you if it means I have more job options then playing "Sloth" in a Goonies remake.

Azreal sorry to say but you are the pervert they warn you about in those gender-neutral bathroom discussions. A glorified curtain jerker who "used to be good", and now has nothing to hasng his hat on but looking like Cosmo from the Fairly Oddparents. You're one of them hipsters that like to fuck around with people so they have to be extra careful how they address you by your gender and/or sexual alignment, otherwise you will go on a Tumblr rampage. Did that one hit a little too close.

He only claims to be an alien because that imaginary anal probe is the most action he's had in the 24 years since he last molested his neice.
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