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Post by Tayler Parks on Dec 20, 2020 17:51:29 GMT -5
Unknown Location New York, NY Wednesday, Dec. 17, 2020 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ready to go again?”
She asks inquisitively, trying to catch her breath. He chuckles, out of breath himself. His hands make their way up her supple form as he climbs in between her legs. In an instant, he begins tugging at the fabric of her pants. She resists at first, fighting his grip and trying to roll him to gain control. He grabs her wrists and spreads her arms, going chest to chest. Her legs wrap around him and they begin to breathe heavier.
She gets one hand free and grabs his hand, pinning it to her chest. He tries breaking her grip with her legs but to no avail. She keeps wrist control and shifts her hips, swinging her leg over his head and locking in a perfect armbar. He tries to resist, but within seconds, she has extended her legs and raised her hips, putting intense pressure on his elbow. He is forced to tap.
“Christ, Tayler, take it easy!”
He rolls away and removes his mouth guard.
“What? You left it wide open. Am I just supposed to not take what you’re giving me?”
“You didn’t have to torque my arm THAT much, did you?”
Tayler shrugs as he stands up, walking towards the edge of the mat.
“You’re the best practice I have before my match. Why would I go easy?”
“I mean, that’s fair, but you know how hard it’s going to be for me to find someone for you to roll with if you keep going like this?”
“That’s on you, Brad. I can’t afford to NOT go hard. Maybe if you went a bit harder most days, you could have gotten somewhere in your career. But I’m not about to let that happen to me.”
Brad bows, steps off the mat, then tosses Tayler her water bottle. He grabs his own and takes a drink, rolling his eyes.
“I know you think you’re giving good advice, but that’s just uncalled for.”
Tayler chuckles before responding.
“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your arm, but fuck your feelings. I’ve had so much time off after my first two matches, I’m a bit worried about my match. So I need to be at my best when it’s go time. I can’t allow Cleo, or her fucking ogre, to be more prepared than me. I can’t let them get the best of me. So I’m sorry if I’m asking too much for you to maybe put up with getting your ass kicked by a girl. But fuck your pride. This is too important for me.”
“I get it. I really do. And I know you’re still pissed from her bodyguard’s attack on you. I just ask you don’t take it out on me.”
Tayler, on her feet and pacing, pauses. She looks at the posters, titles, and murals on the wall around the gym, turning slowly to face all the accolades.
“I look at all these belts, all the medals, all the trophies. Renzo really has a squad here. And I know that pro wrestling doesn’t measure up to the MMA world to these people. But I want this too much. In my mind, on Sunday, when I beat Cleo and that bitch Big Mo- because I’m damn sure gonna make sure she gets her’s for putting her hands on me- I’m going to bring the Collateral Damage Championship right here and hang it on the wall. I’ve gotta keep going.”
“You know she can’t handle you in a submission match, you’ve said so yourself. You’ve been training for what? 50 years?”
She whips around, glaring at Brad.
“Very funny, douchebag. But you’re right. She can’t handle me on the ground. But that’s just the start of it all. You know it’s two out of three falls, so I’ve gotta win another fall.”
“Well, she’s shown her intelligence. She wants a dog collar match with you… AFTER you’re going to make her tap in a submission match? Does she realize what she’s getting into? You could choke her out and literally just…”
“I know. I could incapacitate her in any number of ways. If she doesn’t tap, I could break her ankle in an instant. If she tries to fight it, her arm will be snapped in a second. I could put her to sleep with the greatest of ease. I don’t think she thought about that. She doesn’t realize that her street fighting is obsolete if I rip her arm off and beat her to death with it. She didn’t think about what is going to happen when I get my hands on her and lock in The Wall of Death, stretching her back, putting my knee in the back of her neck, cutting off her air supply and bending her backwards. She just doesn’t know how much trouble she’s in when that collar goes on and she’s down one fall to none. She didn’t think about that at all. But thought isn’t something she’s very good at, and it shows.”
Tayler bows and walks off the mat. She sits down next to Brad on a bench against the wall. She takes another sip of water.
“But at the end of the day, knowing I could end her in the first fall, I can’t get complacent here. I have to push myself to be better every day because I know she’s not dumb enough to underestimate my skills. I know she’s going to come prepared. So I’ve gotta go even harder to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’s got no shot against me. And once I win the first fall, everything falls into place. The whole plan hinges on the idea of ‘no escape’. Once I get my hands on her, she won’t be able to get away. Then when we are connected with that dog collar, when we’re linked together, there’s no escaping whatever I want to do to her. It won’t be a fun night for her, that’s for fucking sure.”
Tayler stands, shakes hands with Brad, and walks towards the locker room. Brad calls out for her.
“But what about your war on the Russow family?”
“You know… it’s fitting. I’m facing Cleo Phillips for the Collateral Damage Championship. Unfortunately for her, that’s exactly what she is. She’s just collateral damage in my war against the Russow’s.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Undisclosed Apartment New York, NY Friday, Dec. 18, 2020 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tayler’s iPhone clatters to the hardwood floor, vibrating like crazy. Startled, she sits up and swings her legs off the bed. She reaches to the floor as her phone stops vibrating, warranting a frustrated “Of course.” Grabbing the device, she opens her lock screen and checks her notifications. Another buzz, and within an instant, she’s reading a text.
“Gleason’s Gym. 7 PM. Don’t be late.”
Tayler, obviously frustrated by the notifications, throws her phone across the room. She slouches on the side of the bed, putting her head in her hands. Her knee is wrapped with an ace bandage. She shakes her head before standing up, moving towards where the phone finally landed. She moves through the studio apartment, finally getting to the kitchen area. The phone came to a rest by the sink. She grabs the chair as she bends over to pick it up. Audibly groaning, she stands back up, phone in hand, and checks the screen. Fortunately for Tayler, her case protected her screen perfectly, not a scratch on it. But Tayler isn’t so lucky herself.
She turns towards the table and pulls the same chair out. Her laptop is sitting on the table, which she opens. She starts scrolling through programs, getting set up to do another recording. She turns her camera on and checks her appearance briefly. After a quick nod, she grabs a water bottle sitting near her computer and takes a big swig. Clearing her throat, she presses the record button and begins speaking.
“You already know what’s up guys, it’s your ‘Mosh Pit Princess’. That’s right, Tayler Parks here and we’re back at it with another video blog here. Been a bit of a crazy month here for me, a little bit hectic for sure, but fortunately things are settling down on the home front.
Now, you all know I had a pretty successful debut with PWS Apex, and last I saw you guys, I was getting ready to face Dawn Warren. Unsurprising to me, and likely most of you, I won that match too. What did come as a surprise was that I was granted a title shot off my hot start with the company, and now I’m scheduled to face Cleo Phillips for the Collateral Damage Championship at Crusade this Sunday. *deep breath* A bit of a mouth full there. But enough of shilling the damn pay per view, now it’s time to really sell it.”
Tayler takes another drink of water before leaning closer to her camera, her demeanor clearly changing.
“Cleo, and you too Big Mo’, that shit you pulled at the contract signing will be forgotten. I don’t care about all the talking you did, I’m used to hearing chihuahuas yapping, their bark much worse than their bite. But when you sicced your Rottweiler on me, that’s a different story. That attack sealed your fate, Cleo. Make no mistake, I’d have done the same damn thing if I were in your shoes. If I knew I couldn’t handle myself and had to have a bodyguard, I’d have turned her on me. But all that shows me is you know how dangerous I am. You had to try to get the upper hand. And while I respect the move, like I said, it sealed your fate. You put the final nail in your coffin doing that.
That was your last mistake. But let’s talk about your first mistake. Your first mistake was even showing up. Once Laura Phoenix announced this match, you should have simply walked away. But you’re loud, you’re confident, and you’re foolish. You believe your own hype. And that’s fine. Said it before, but if I had a bodyguard like you, I would probably be doing the same damn thing. I’d be yapping behind the wall in front of you, just hoping Big Mo’ doesn’t get what’s coming to her and then you’ve gotta defend yourself. Now, your second mistake was not pleading with Laura Phoenix to have this a one fall match, because once I got to choose a submission match, that pretty clearly swung things in my favor. I don’t think you know just what I’m capable of. I certainly haven’t shown everything in the two matches I’ve had. It won’t take me any time at all to grab an arm, grab a leg, grab you by your scrawny little neck, and then it’s all over.
Now… *takes another drink* once I’ve incapacitated whichever body part I choose, you want to be chained to each other? What do you think you’re going to accomplish there? You really wanna fight me when you have no escape? Not even Big Mo’ is gonna save you at this point. One leg, you’re fucked. One arm, you’re fucked. What’s going to stop me from choking you out and them having to wake you for the second fall? You really… REALLY didn’t think about things, did you?”
Tayler looks off camera for a second, leaning back in her chair. She checks her phone, the time showing 6:45 PM. She gets a panicked look on her face, realizing she is running late to her next training session. She goes back to her video.
“If we even get to the street fight, you’ll see that my nickname, ‘The Mosh Pit Princess,’ doesn’t mean I’m some dainty little doll who can’t stand and bang. You’ll see that I’m more than willing to roll up my sleeves and get the job done by any means necessary. And your past, all the people you’ve SEEN shanked for whatever reason, they won’t mean dick when I get my hands on you. Watching someone get stabbed for tater tots is a cute story, but it doesn’t mean a thing unless the blood is on your hands. And I’ve already seen that you’re too fucking scared to do the damn thing yourself. That’s why you’re hiding behind Big Mo’. You don’t care about the title, you don’t care about the match. You just know that the second we’re in there JUST US, you can’t hold a candle to me in any way. And Sunday, I’m bringing that title back with me. And if you’re not careful, I might be bringing your arm or leg home with me too. And tell the ogre to keep her ass in the back where she belongs, unless she wants her receipt for Riot.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gleason’s Gym Brooklyn, NY Friday, Dec. 18, 2020 7:41 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You’re late!”
Tayler is sprinting through the door as Brad leans on the ropes of the boxing ring, headgear and gloves on. She flings her gym bag on the floor and apologizes.
“Sorry, sorry, hit a bit of traffic. Plus, you didn’t exactly give me a ton of notice.”
“More excuses, Tayler? Enough bullshit, get ready and let’s go.”
She rips open her bag and grabs a pair of shoes and her mouth guard. Brad had left a pair of gloves and headgear for her on the bench next to the ring, and she plops down to get ready. Her knee is still bandaged and Brad makes mention of it.
“Knee still bothering you? It’s been a couple days now, it shouldn’t still need a bandage.”
“Yeah, I know. It’ll be okay, it was just a bit sore. Nothing to worry about, you know?”
“Don’t be a hero. You’ve gotta be 100 percent for your match. You should have texted back and told me your knee hurt and we could have taken today off.”
“Well I’m here now, so what’s it matter? It’s too late to change anything, so let’s get to work.”
She finishes tying her shoes and pops up. She stretches her leg out, trying to shake some feeling into it. She puts her headgear on, then starts wrapping her hands.
“I need to work it out, and it’s not like it’ll bother me once the adrenaline gets going.”
“You’re not exactly as spry as you were a few years ago, you know? Maybe we should take it easy? Maybe a few light drills and some cardio instead of sparring?”
“And what’s that going to get me? We’re at one of the best boxing gyms in the city, might as well get some good work in while we’re here, right? Something wrong with you? *chuckles* You afraid of what I might do to you in front of all these guys?”
She gestures around. Several boxers and coaches are working out. Some are doing drills, some are jumping rope and doing calisthenics, some are sparring in one of the many rings.
“No… I just don’t want you to get hurt and create a target for yourself. Cleo is already willing to use her bodyguard to attack you, she doesn't need another weakness to try and exploit.”
“Nah, I think you’re worried I’ll handle you like I did at Renzo’s the other night.”
“You didn’t do as great as you think, seeing as how your knee is clearly bothering you and I feel fine.”
“Next time you mention my fucking knee, I’m gonna tag you for real. Got it? Now let’s go!”
She climbs in the ring, finally strapping up her last glove. Brad moves to the opposite corner and they both nod, moving towards the center of the ring. They touch gloves, the universal sign of respect. Brad hops backwards, getting out of range, forcing Tayler to move towards him. He flicks a few jabs towards her, keeping her at range.
“Come on, get inside.”
He keeps coaching, frustrating Tayler. She rushes in, ducking a jab and landing a few body shots. He flinches, then pivots away. He connects with a jab, then follows with a right hook. Tayler ducks and throws a left cross that wobbles him, forcing him to retreat. She begins to stalk, slipping jabs and trying to get within range.
“Don’t let up. Let’s go!”
As Tayler steps in, she drops her hands slightly, and Brad throws a quick left hook that puts Tayler on the mat. She rolls onto her stomach as Brad approaches to help her up.
"What the fuck, Tayler? You know better than to drop your hands.”
She rolls into the corner and sits there, head down in frustration. She punches the mat.
“I know, I know.”
“If you know, why’d you do it?”
She takes a deep breath and removes her mouth guard.
“I don’t fucking know. I just got so preoccupied with going in for the kill I guess. I saw you and thought you were Levi I guess, I was ready to knock your head off.”
“Levi? You mean Cleo.”
“No, I mean Levi. All I could think about was what I’d like to do to that piece of shit, and no offense, but you don’t look a damn thing like Cleo. Plus, you were backing up, and while she likes to run her mouth, she doesn’t seem like the type to back up.”
Brad pats her on the head, then starts to help her get to her feet.
“You okay? Feeling alright? Ready to go again?”
“Yeah, you caught me, but you didn’t even rock me. No problem here, just gotta get out of my own head.”
“I don’t know why you’re focused on Russow. You’ve got Cleo Phillips. And Big Mo’. Don’t focus on your issue with Russow and forget about the task at hand. He’ll always be there, he’s like a fucking cockroach. He just won’t die. You can worry about him another day. Let’s just make sure you get to that day, and hopefully with that belt around your waist.”
Tayler hops a bit, shaking out the cobwebs and showing she’s ready to go. Brad gives her another love tap and backs up to the far corner. They nod again and approach the center of the ring. They touch gloves again and this time, Tayler goes on the attack early. She throws a quick jab, left hook combo that both connect. Brad stumbles a bit and Tayler moves in quickly. He throws a desperation hook that Tayler ducks, and she throws a left hook, right overhand that floors him. Tayler moves back and lets Brad roll towards the ropes.
“Nice shot, huh?”
He grabs at the ropes, trying to stand. Tayler moves towards him to help get to his feet. He stumbles, dropping back to the mat.
“Still thinking of Levi, huh?”
Tayler chuckles, then nods.
“Yeah, maybe a bit. Sorry, made it a bit easier to put some power behind it.”
“Do me a favor next time, don’t think about Levi. Fucking hell, trying to break my jaw?”
One of the trainers walks by the ring and gives her a bit of applause before adding in a quick “Nice!” Tayler laughs and gives the guy a nod before turning back to Brad. He’s still trying to get up, failing to do so.
“At least now we know you can throw a decent combo. Think Cleo is prepping like this?”
Tayler shrugs.
“Probably not. She’s going to underestimate me. And that’s okay. I don’t want her to recognize the threat I am to her. I don’t want her to know what I can do. I want her to think she can walk through me or that what she’s seen in the past will have any bearing whatsoever in this match. I want her looking past me.”
“Well if nothing else, you’ve got me convinced. Wanna go again or do you wanna hit some cardio before calling it a day? We got the gym for another hour or so…”
“If we go again, you aren’t waking up. I think I’m just going to head home. Gotta rest the knee, remember?”
Brad, with help from the ropes and Tayler, is back on his feet. He undoes the Velcro on his headgear and tosses it to the canvas. Tayler follows suit and starts to take off her gloves.
“Probably a good idea. I don’t think we’re near that point, but I don’t want you to over prepare. You need to be at 100 percent for the match. And with a little rest, I think you’ll be there.”
“I think so too. This will work out. I appreciate all you’ve done for me this past month or so, Brad. They’ve had me off doing other stuff for so long, I had to keep in shape. Nice to know I’ve got someone I can count on. *laughs* Maybe I should have you come down with me to neutralize Big Mo’.”
Brad laughs.
“The way you’ve handled me these past few times, I’m not sure I’d be much help. Just keep your head on a swivel and you’ll be okay. We both know you’re an athlete, not just a street brawler. This won’t be an issue for you. Walk in there like you own the place, then actually own it. You’ve been ready for the big time for so long, we both know it. Now it’s time you show the world, and more importantly, Cleo Phillips, that you’re ready.”
They shake hands, then hug. Tayler climbs through the ropes and hops off the apron, ignoring the steps to her left. She lands perfectly, but she hops like she’s favoring her bandaged knee. Brad hurries from the ring and to her side as she limps towards the bench.
“Oh God, it’s worse than you let on. Tayler, why would you…”
She jumps onto the bench and lands on just the one foot, showing her knee is fine. She drops down and shifts weight between her two legs as Brad, frustrated by Tayler’s joke, dramatically falls onto the bench, then slides to the floor.
“Could have given me a heart attack!”
“Ha, I just couldn’t help it. Seriously though Brad, I’m fine. Never better, to be honest.”
She quickly unwraps her hands and changes her shoes, tossing everything into her bag. She flings her bag over her shoulder and heads for the door.
“That’s great to hear, Tay, but where are you going so quickly?”
She stops in the doorway and turns back.
“To war.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Cleo Phillips on Dec 20, 2020 19:32:00 GMT -5
It’s now come to this, despite a few bumps in the road Cleo Phillips has begun to find her footing in PWS, finding herself with her first championship match, unexpected as it was, The Body Snatcher isn’t the type to refuse such a chance. Opportunity knocked, and she came ready to answer. She knows she’s going to be forced through hell to get this championship, three stages of it to be precise, and against an actual trained fighter, who if she’s not careful can and will take her down within seconds.
Her opponent however, should be careful not to rest on her morals and MMA skillset however, because all that trained fighting can’t truly prepare you for those who don’t play by the rules and prefer to fight dirty. Both girls have had different upbringings that led them to different fighting styles, Parks getting into fighting by choice, Phillips getting into fighting as an act of survival. They come ready to clash at Crusade, one can only hope there isn’t too much Collateral Damage.
----------------------------- 4 Years Ago Metropolitan Correctional Center, New York -----------------------------
It was her first time being locked up, but Cleo’s life had built her for a situation like this. The looks she got from the girls as she entered her pod, didn’t shake her one bit. After setting up her bedding, she was approached in her cell by some of the other inmates.
[Inmate 1] Hey new girl, what they got you in for?
Cleo turns to face the three other ladies, her cellmates by logical conclusion. They didn’t come aggressive or looking to argue, even in her first stint Cleo knew this sort of thing was normal, while it was her first time on the inside, she knew others who had already been and had certainly came close herself in the past, she just happened to get caught this time.
[Cleo Phillips] Assault, got into it with some drunk bitch at a party.
[Inmate 2] Got a name?
[Cleo Phillips] Cleo.
The first inmate extends her hand, which Cleo accepts.
[Inmate 1] Well Cleo, I’m Amy, and this is Carmen and Linda. Looks like we’re going ot be roomates for a while. How long they got you for Cleo?
[Cleo Phillips] I think they said ninety days, but I’m still waiting on my court date so it’s all up in the air. What did you ladies do?
[Amy] Drugs, possession with intent to sell.
[Carmen] I was drunk, got into a fight with my boyfriend and tried to stab him.
[Linda] I just have multiple DUIs.
Cleo nods, observing and listening to her cellmates, as she finishes setting up her bunk.
[Cleo] So, how is it in here? The other girls generally cool?
[Amy] I mean, it’s jail. Most of us mind our business and stick with our cellys, but you have people like Mama B. who think they have the run of this place, complete with the gaggle of bitches who follow her around.
[Cleo] People just let her do what she wants?
[Amy] Well, the three of us mostly stay out of her way and mind our business, but she does control most of this pod.
[Cleo] So she’s the pod boss or whatever you wanna call it. My homegirl Mo’ told me there would be one.
[Amy] I wouldn’t worry about it too much, like I said we mind our own business and stay out of hers.
That of course wouldn’t work for someone like Cleo, if she was going to stay here, she was going to be the one in charge, this Mama B better make herself ready because wether she liked it or not, the future pod boss had arrived. Lockdown was already in effect, so she would have to meet this supposed pod boss the next morning, but at least she had some calvary. Even if they didn’t know it.
[Cleo] Well girls, I’m going to tell you this. I’m not someone who is able to mind their business. It sounds like Mama B needs to get checked. It’s only a matter of time.
[Linda] A matter of time till what?
[Cleo] Till the four of us run this pod.
[Amy] Oh, I don’t think..
[Cleo] It’ll be fine girls. You have me on your side now, for my time here, room 606 is going to be the ones in charge.
The three girls seem a bit nervous about their new roommate, but retire themselves to their own bunks for the remainder of the evening, all they can do is wait and see what happens in the morning.
----------------------------- Present Day Outside the PWS Arena, New York, New York -----------------------------
A cold winter evening outside the PWS arena doesn’t seem to bother Cleo much, this is where she grew up, in the borough of The Bronx. This place was her home and the weather was something she had become used to. The PWS cameras meet with Cleo just outside in the streets around the arena, Big Mo’ stands tall beside her, arms folded keeping to her big muscle bodyguard role. Cleo herself is seated on a raised cement ledge, used as a small decorative flower garden for the arena.
[Cleo Phillips] Well, what do you know PWS. By hook or by crook, your girl has found herself with a championship opportunity. I told ya’ll I would get to this point, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. I guess Christmas came early this year. Damn, Mo’ how’d we get here?
Big Mo’ says nothing, only shrugging once.
[Cleo Phillips] I guess the last champion pressed her luck a bit too much, pisswed off the wrong people and got the championship taken away. While that sucks for Heather Haze, I DARE anyone to try and force me to give up the championship once I defeat Tayler Parks at Crusade. Heather Haze’s loss leads to my gain, and she has nobody to blame but herself. I’m sure her and Alexis both will be watching my match close, looking for who they will have to deal with in order to regain what was taken from her. Well, spoiler alert. You’re looking at her.
Cleo takes a quick moment to breathe, and reposture herself, leaning forward slightly.
[Cleo Phillips] It’s just what I do. Arrive and conquer. I don’t sit around and play games, when I arrive somewhere I look to make it to the top. Be it on the streets, be it in the ring, or be it behind bars. I was locked up not far from here, a few times. You ever been locked up Tayler? I doubt it. You’re tough, I’ll give you that, but you’re not street tough. Take away all your rules, and you’re nothing. You’re about to find out what happens when you fight someone who enjoys fighting dirty, someone who isn’t afraid of the consequences, someone who isn’t afraid to take your head off and break every bone in your body to get that championship.
Cleo again, takes a short pause while keeping an arrogant grin on her face, her eyes hidden by unnecessary sunglasses.
[Cleo Phillips] I mentioned being locked up. Now I’ve been inside a total of four times in my life. I still got some friends inside of there, real bad bitches who are doing some real time. My first time in wasn’t much different than my arrival here. I stood my ground, and it didn’t take long before I found myself in a top spot. To make it simple for you Tayler, I ran that shit. Just like I ran the streets in my territory and just like I am about to take run as Collateral Damage champion.
Suddenly, Big Mo makes a motion, she wants to speak.
(Big Mo) - I’ve known Cleo since we were kids, and let me tell you Tayler, she is one of the roughest toughest bitches out there. She’s like a feisty chihuahua and I’m the big pit bull by her side. The two of us..we’re going to be a problem. I promise you that. You thought Heather and Alexis were a problem, just wait for Cleo and Big Mo’.
[Cleo Phillips] Let em’ know Mo’. Let em’ know the facts. The facts that I was born for this championship. Everything about the Collateral Damage championship is what my life has prepared me for. As good of a fighter as you are, you weren’t born for something like this. You grew up with damn near everything, certainly more than I did. So what is it you were forced to rebel against? You with your upper middle class upbringing? Do you just want to seem cool? Or are you just trying to be “Hella Punk Rock Bro” ?
Cleo finishes her sentence with her best mock surfer dude voice, humoring at least herself and Big Mo’.
[Cleo Phillips] I just don’t get what you had to rebel against. I’ve met a few Punks in my day, most of them just looking to score some drugs. But they had also grown up with nothing. They didn’t chose that lifestyle, it chose them.
Cleo speaks firm, it’s clear she believes Tayler to be some sort of fake punk rocker, wether that be true or not, her belief of it rings strong in her words.
[Cleo] So, this three stages of hell. You did the predictable thing and went for the submission match. Because NOBODY saw that coming. I get it though, play to your strengths. It’s the first round too, so good to hurt that morale early. That means one of is is going to be tapping out, but that doesn’t end it does it? Because then we fall into my territory. My choice, a dog collar match. I’m not trying to play nice here Tayler, and I’m damn sure not afraid. I am going to abuse you, and make you regret signing your name on that contract, and then if we need a round three, we continue playing on my yard. A street fight is what I was made to do, you may think you’re mosh pits ready you for a real fight, but you’ll find out real quick what a real street bitch can do. I’m not Dawn Warren or Kazimir, both who I’ve defeated just like you. I’m a fucking body snatcher Tayler. I make my own rules, and it’s time I take PWS into a new era. I dare any man or woman to step up and try me.
(Big Mo) - I don’t think you understand how bad Cleo wants that belt, or what it really means to her.
[Cleo Phillips] Power. That’s what it brings. The power I deserve. I understand I talk a big game, but I can back everything I say up. One thing you’re not going to do is assume me a pushover. I know how it looks, bringing in Big Mo’. Just remember I started here on my own, but I quickly noticed how things work, with The Russow Family, or with Alexis and Heather, we all need our backup. It’s that way on the streets, it’s that way on the inside. Those who try to fly alone, get eaten alive. Nature of the beast and all.
Cleo hops down off her perch, and raises her sunglasses above her forehead.
[Cleo Phillips] This is going to be a war Tayler, a war you can’t win. The things I’ve done, the places I’ve seen, are places you just couldn’t survive. Your MMA skillset can only help you so much. I will use anything at my disposal to put you down, anything I can find that can bash in a skull, I’m going to use. To put it into terms Tayler. I am coming to snatch a body, and it’s time for Cleo Phillips to SET IT OFF.
Cleo and Big Mo’ stand smirking at the cameras, looking as proud and arrogant as they can as the scene closes out.
----------------------------- 4 Years Ago Metropolitan Correctional Center, New York -----------------------------
It had been a couple weeks since her arrival, the jail stank, the food was lousy and the CO’s had little to no control over the inmates. Most of her time had been spent making mental notes about Mama B, who she ran with, what did did during the daytime and when she did it. It became clear the girls mostly took order from her, naming her Pod Boss. She really only had a clique of about three or four loyalists, everyone else just didn’t care enough to press any issue further than it needed to go with Mama B, she kept control of the TV for most of the day and was let to shower alone.
The shower was what Cleo needed, she knew the cockroach bitches that followed Mama B around would scatter if she went down, their supposed loyalty meant nothing and it was obvious. All she needed to do was prove her dominance,and take out the big dog in the yard. All eyes in the pod watched as Cleo walked into the shower during Mama B’s time, some with concerned looks.
“FUCKING BITCH!!”
Mama B’s voice rang loud form the shower, and before long both her and Cleo emerged from the showers, Mama B as naked as the day she was born, Cleo’s prison blues wet from the shower.
“FUCKING BITCH SHANKED ME!!!!”
Around her kidney area, Mama B was bleeding, but the fists kept flying. Cleo taking a few good shots to the eye, giving her a fresh cut of her own that was sure to swell up later. Again the shank gave Big Mama a good slice of the ear, before finally being swatted away. The girls fell to the ground, trading punches, before Cleo started to gain more control getting back to her feet and starting with the stomping, the two had fought all around the pod for a good minute or more before help arrived.
“EVERYONE ON THE GROUND NOW!!!”
All the girls quickly followed instructions and Cleo was pulled off of Mama B by two of the CO’s. The punching and kicking had stopped, but the verbal fight was still in effect.
[Cleo Phillips] That’s what you get. Remember the fucking name CLEOPATRA PHILLIPS. I don’t five a fuck who are. I run this shit now, anyone who says I don’t gets the same treatment. I don’t give a fuck. Wherever Cleo Phillips goes, she runs the show understand me?!
Cleo shouts her words out at the pod, as she's dragged out alongside the officers dragging out Mama B. She wouldn’t return back for thirty more days after being put in the special housing unit. But they would remember her, that she made sure of. This was her house now, and once she returned from SHU, she would take her seat on her throne.
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