Post by The Madness Menagerie on Aug 10, 2020 3:29:02 GMT -5
Bruce wasn’t very happy about his predicament presently. He stands at the corner behind a chained Mia Rayne, or Mitaxia for those in the know after Chaos 96 goes off the air for the final time. He holds a pair of bolt cutters and has been given the unfortunate task of snipping Mia free. Since the show went off the air, Mia for her part had gone limp, careful not to rest her neck against the wire and holding it perfectly still, or as well as she could since her body is racked with pain. It didn’t matter, she was used to it all. She did wish the man would hurry up and get her free. His voice, all things considered, made her smile at how scared he was.
Bruce: Pro… Promise me that you won’t attack me after I let you out?
Mia sighs and rolls her eyes, annoyed at such a dumb question.
Mia Rayne: Alright, let’s use our brain’s here. I just went through a hellacious match that saw my shoulder dislocated and popped back into place, going face first through a table, and being implanted onto tacks and glass several times over. I was chained to a post, and in all honesty, the fact that I’m fucking talking to you right now is a testament to how amazing I am at being in such a GOD awful amount of pain.
Bruce tries to say something, but Mia cuts him off sharply.
Mia Rayne: And after the match we see me get leashed with barbed wire and handcuffed to the corner of the ring. After ALL of that, you my generic and intrepid crew member, sent to free me from the shackles that confine me, are afraid that I’ll viciously attack you once I’m free?!
Bruce nods, unable to find his voice. Mia snickers.
Mia Rayne: Please just let me out. I need to go seek medical attention and I’m sure you don’t want to be responsible if I were to say… Die from blood loss right?
Bruce nods again, unsure how Mia can tell of his nonverbal responses.
Mia Rayne: Good. NOW CUT ME THE FUCK OUT!
Bruce jumps, startled at Mia’s sudden growl of a command. Her voice has turned raspy, no doubt a gift from the wire. For all of his parading, Mia had to give Ataxia credit for his work. He aimed the wire so it would be around more the base of her neck, almost her shoulders without looking like it. The cuts look like they’re from her neck, and some are; but most are below anything that could cause serious injury. Mia’s joints cry out in relief as she hears three distinct clicks of the bolt cutters being used to free her. Cautiously unwrapping the wire from her neck, she tosses it to the side and rolls out of the ring to come face to face with a sweaty man, his name tag proudly displaying that he’s called “Bruce.” He holds the pair of bolt cutters and smiles at Mia. She glares at him in response and narrows her eyes. She starts moving, with every intent on going to get cleaned up when Bruce squeaks out for her not to hurt him. Her attentions center in on him and she instantly delivers a bite to the man’s arm, drawing blood!
Mia Rayne: Don’t make assumptions Bruce, they can be quite dangerous.
She leaves the man whimpering at ringside as people rush to his side. She grabs her mask from the ringside area and limps her way to the back, a nice, hot shower in her future and maybe a trip to an onsite doctor.
Maybe.
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The shower felt good and since no doctor in their right mind would give Mia a bad report, she was given a prescription that she was never going to fill and was on her merry way. Pills lead to things she didn’t want to fight against because she thought that it would be a destined loss.
“Never fight unless you’re going to win.”
Mia sighs, the mantra from an old 90’s movie lingering in her head for some weird and messed up reason. The loss to Zephyr didn’t really bother her as much as people would have thought. Sure, Mia would have loved to win the match, but she also knew that her time as a roster member was only on borrowed time. Her focus was much more on settling things with Ataxia anyways. Zephyr found love unexpectedly and Mia had always believed that her’s and Ataxia’s love was one that people would only be able to imagine in their craziest of dreams.
That was and always will be the true definition of “Mitaxia.”
The name was always meant to draw him out and it finally worked. He was back to teach her some kind of a lesson, but it was him that would have to learn more about life from her. She taught him to love in the ugliest of times the last time and now? Now, she supposed that it was time for them both to learn about love and trust. It was time for them both to let each other into the other’s life to the point that they will truly be a romance that people will be both envious of and question why anyone would want to put themselves through something so… Against the norm.
She smiles while smoking her e-cig. The injuries sustained from her match with Zephyr were numerous and most were on places that Mia didn’t often cover in public anyways. Luckily most of them were also enough to warrant the people that saw Mia out walking the Baltimore streets this late at night to leave her alone. Most recognized her, realized how beat up and unstable she has been recently, and quickly pretend that they saw nothing. Every now and again a picture would flash and in all honesty, Mia didn’t care. It was all stuff that came with the territory and some things just weren’t worth warring against.
Mia takes another puff from her tank and savors every ounce of it for several seconds before watching the smoke plume into the air and then disperse. It was something that she always enjoyed watching and would never tire of. As she takes another hit, she registers that she had walked far enough away from the arena that she has lost all track in terms of where she was. It didn’t matter, she’d be able to find her way eventually, but something caught her eye to pull her out of her reverie.
A tattoo parlor open late. She smiles and looks down at her arms, tattered with scratches and the remnants of other tattoos faded after years of having them. She checks her bank account and realizes that sometimes? The fates just line up a new tattoo for a person. She lets out the smoke as it unfurls around the name of the tattoo shop and she crosses the street with every intent on getting a new tattoo.
Mia Rayne: Witch Dagger Ink hmm? It’s been a long time anyways…
With that, she heads in and the scene fades on the cloudless, starry sky above.
Bruce: Pro… Promise me that you won’t attack me after I let you out?
Mia sighs and rolls her eyes, annoyed at such a dumb question.
Mia Rayne: Alright, let’s use our brain’s here. I just went through a hellacious match that saw my shoulder dislocated and popped back into place, going face first through a table, and being implanted onto tacks and glass several times over. I was chained to a post, and in all honesty, the fact that I’m fucking talking to you right now is a testament to how amazing I am at being in such a GOD awful amount of pain.
Bruce tries to say something, but Mia cuts him off sharply.
Mia Rayne: And after the match we see me get leashed with barbed wire and handcuffed to the corner of the ring. After ALL of that, you my generic and intrepid crew member, sent to free me from the shackles that confine me, are afraid that I’ll viciously attack you once I’m free?!
Bruce nods, unable to find his voice. Mia snickers.
Mia Rayne: Please just let me out. I need to go seek medical attention and I’m sure you don’t want to be responsible if I were to say… Die from blood loss right?
Bruce nods again, unsure how Mia can tell of his nonverbal responses.
Mia Rayne: Good. NOW CUT ME THE FUCK OUT!
Bruce jumps, startled at Mia’s sudden growl of a command. Her voice has turned raspy, no doubt a gift from the wire. For all of his parading, Mia had to give Ataxia credit for his work. He aimed the wire so it would be around more the base of her neck, almost her shoulders without looking like it. The cuts look like they’re from her neck, and some are; but most are below anything that could cause serious injury. Mia’s joints cry out in relief as she hears three distinct clicks of the bolt cutters being used to free her. Cautiously unwrapping the wire from her neck, she tosses it to the side and rolls out of the ring to come face to face with a sweaty man, his name tag proudly displaying that he’s called “Bruce.” He holds the pair of bolt cutters and smiles at Mia. She glares at him in response and narrows her eyes. She starts moving, with every intent on going to get cleaned up when Bruce squeaks out for her not to hurt him. Her attentions center in on him and she instantly delivers a bite to the man’s arm, drawing blood!
Mia Rayne: Don’t make assumptions Bruce, they can be quite dangerous.
She leaves the man whimpering at ringside as people rush to his side. She grabs her mask from the ringside area and limps her way to the back, a nice, hot shower in her future and maybe a trip to an onsite doctor.
Maybe.
===================
The shower felt good and since no doctor in their right mind would give Mia a bad report, she was given a prescription that she was never going to fill and was on her merry way. Pills lead to things she didn’t want to fight against because she thought that it would be a destined loss.
“Never fight unless you’re going to win.”
Mia sighs, the mantra from an old 90’s movie lingering in her head for some weird and messed up reason. The loss to Zephyr didn’t really bother her as much as people would have thought. Sure, Mia would have loved to win the match, but she also knew that her time as a roster member was only on borrowed time. Her focus was much more on settling things with Ataxia anyways. Zephyr found love unexpectedly and Mia had always believed that her’s and Ataxia’s love was one that people would only be able to imagine in their craziest of dreams.
That was and always will be the true definition of “Mitaxia.”
The name was always meant to draw him out and it finally worked. He was back to teach her some kind of a lesson, but it was him that would have to learn more about life from her. She taught him to love in the ugliest of times the last time and now? Now, she supposed that it was time for them both to learn about love and trust. It was time for them both to let each other into the other’s life to the point that they will truly be a romance that people will be both envious of and question why anyone would want to put themselves through something so… Against the norm.
She smiles while smoking her e-cig. The injuries sustained from her match with Zephyr were numerous and most were on places that Mia didn’t often cover in public anyways. Luckily most of them were also enough to warrant the people that saw Mia out walking the Baltimore streets this late at night to leave her alone. Most recognized her, realized how beat up and unstable she has been recently, and quickly pretend that they saw nothing. Every now and again a picture would flash and in all honesty, Mia didn’t care. It was all stuff that came with the territory and some things just weren’t worth warring against.
Mia takes another puff from her tank and savors every ounce of it for several seconds before watching the smoke plume into the air and then disperse. It was something that she always enjoyed watching and would never tire of. As she takes another hit, she registers that she had walked far enough away from the arena that she has lost all track in terms of where she was. It didn’t matter, she’d be able to find her way eventually, but something caught her eye to pull her out of her reverie.
A tattoo parlor open late. She smiles and looks down at her arms, tattered with scratches and the remnants of other tattoos faded after years of having them. She checks her bank account and realizes that sometimes? The fates just line up a new tattoo for a person. She lets out the smoke as it unfurls around the name of the tattoo shop and she crosses the street with every intent on getting a new tattoo.
Mia Rayne: Witch Dagger Ink hmm? It’s been a long time anyways…
With that, she heads in and the scene fades on the cloudless, starry sky above.