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| The Young And The Useless | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 15 2016, 03:25 AM (48 Views) | |
| sunshine | Nov 15 2016, 03:25 AM Post #1 |
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New Orleans, Louisiana August 2000 Staring at the onyx colored child-sized coffin, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Phillipe was in there. My hands twisted the satin and tulle black skirt, the black lace gloves matched my Maman’s. Her veil hid her face but I could feel the icy stares from her. Maman cradled Marcus as Daddy wrapped his strong arm around me. Remy Broussard: Mackenzie, I know this is hard to understand but Phillipe is is at peace now. He loved you most and he will always be wit’ you. Looking down from Heaven to make sure you’re doing well. He always looked out for you, but now it will be from a different place. I squeezed Daddy’s arm and gazed up at him with tears in my eyes. Eva Broussard: Daddy, why does Maman hate me now? He squeezed me a little tighter and looked down at me. Remy Broussard: My sweetheart, she doesn’t hate you. She’s just in a lot of pain right now, like the rest of us are. You know, with Phillipe gone, I’m going to depend on you a lot more. I’ll need you ta watch after Marcus jus’ like Phillipe looked after you. I stared at my father, surprised by his words. Eva Broussard: Daddy, you trust me with Marcus? I swear, I will never let anything happen to him! He’s all I have left and you have my word that I will protect him - since I couldn't protect Phillipe. His gaze softens as a warm smile slowly curves his lips. Remy Broussard: Sweetheart, what happened to your brother was an accident, nothing ya coulda done ta stop it. Marcus will need you as much as you’ll need him. He’ll look up to you, so you must be careful in the paths you take, for he will follow you blindly. He hands me a red rose and I take it, walking slowly to the coffin. I lay it gently on top, kissing my fingertips and placing them at the head of the coffin as if giving Phillipe a final kiss goodbye. As I walk back to my father’s side, it's loaded into the family crypt. Mac: He’s really gone, isn’t he? Sam pipes up. Sam: Of course he is, ya lil’ twit. An’ only Daddy believes us. Maman and Garcelle still think it was us dat pushed him off dat branch. Doncha see da way dey look at us? Eva Broussard (in her mind): Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! We jus’ buried our brother today an’ all you two want to do is argue and point out what I already know! Right now, all I want is to do what Daddy asked us to do and eventually Maman will see the truth. Sam: She may see a truth but she’ll never forgive us. An’ fuck Garcelle! We can git ‘er fired. Mac: Sam! We don’t talk like that! And Eva’s right, everything will work out. You’ll see. Eva Broussard (in her mind): Actually, Sam has a point, Mac. Garcelle needs to go. Maman will never let it go with her around. Mac: Ya can’t be serious, Eva? Don’t let her get in your head! Eva smiles to herself as they walk back to the limousine waiting to take them home. Eva Broussard (in her mind): Too late, Mac. You’ve both already made yourselves at home. The scene shifts to a gravesite as Eva stands next to the crypt marked “Broussard”. She’s standing in a sedate black Chanel skirt and jacket with a red button down shirt underneath, the buttons only done up to her mid-cleavage. She’s wearing black lace gloves like she wore on that that warm August day years ago, along with her custom black Manolos with the red metallic heels. She runs her hand along the door to the crypt lovingly as a wistful smile plays across her crimson lips. She finally turns to the camera, her expression turning hard and cold. Eva Broussard-Davies: JC, Slade, I wanted to give you a glimpse at what your future at Reloaded looks like. You’re shot at my championship will be buried, just like my brother was. This is your future for different reasons. She gives a sadistic smile as the shot zooms in closer. Eva Broussard-Davies: Slade, you sweetheart, are going to be here far sooner than JC. The longer you linger in a world that is passing you by, the closer to death you become, figuratively and literally. How long do you think that decaying body of yours can last before you end up a cripple? You’ve passed your expiration date and you should have retired before you became irrelevant. But like others of your kind, you just don’t know when enough’s enough. She laughs more to herself than to anyone in particular. Eva Broussard-Davies; I did you a favor, Slade. Dean asked what I wanted him to do to you and I could have very easily told him to forgo his shot at beating you cleanly and had him destroy that pathetic excuse you call a body; ending your career and assuring one less person to worry about. But, is that what I did? Non, it's not and do you want to know why? It’s because not only does he deserve to shine, not that it took much to outshine you. But it’s also because I wanted the pleasure of destroying you myself. I’ve done it many times before, but I’ve figured out my mistake. I left you able to climb back in that ring. That is a mistake that I will rectify all in due time. She gazes intently into the camera, her emerald eyes shining brightly. Eva Broussard-Davies: But let me save you some time, I can tell you what you’ve got to say about me. “I’m a sadistic, crazy bitch. I went along with Tony’s agenda because it served my own agenda. I tortured your poor yapping Chihuahua because she owed the wrong people, and fed me information on you until she actually grew a conscience and fessed up. I’m a whore and a slut, blah, blah, blah.” You do realize it was all for the show, right? Dean has been the love of my life from the beginning. The others were for the story. To make you villainize me, loathe me, envy me, fantasize about being me. Do you realize how many women wanted to be me when I had Evan, Julian, and Christian eating out of the palm of my hands? I was the villain you loved to hate. They envied everything I was. Loathed me for taking out fan favorites by any means necessary. I think you forgot the role you played in siding with my mother in order to take me down. How well did that work out for you? Not that well, by my recollection. You see, she got her comeuppance as you did. She looks away as if remembering a fond memory. Eva turns back, smiling. Eva Broussard-Davies: The feeling of tearing the flesh from Roxy’s back was almost orgasmic, Slade. Watching her languish in that cell with no comfort or relief in sight was pleasure beyond belief. Dean and I had some of the best sex ever that night. So for that, I thank you. Eva shifts her gaze, her features changing with her train of thought. Eva Broussard-Davies: Now JC, you’re a horse of a different color, aren’t you? The ultimate good guy, beyond reproach, am I right? Again, she strokes the crypt as the sadistic smile returns. Eva Broussard-Davies: Remind you of anything, JC? What does your mother’s grave look like? You know, the one that OD’d because she couldn’t stand the thought of being your mother for another day? Or maybe it was the thought of bearing your father’s touch once more that could possibly create another abomination such as yourself? Either way, she took the coward’s way out, just like you. Her eyes darken as the smile slips from her full lips. Eva Broussard-Davies: Wondering why I think you a coward, cher? What type of “man” has his daddy pull strings to get him not one but two title matches in one night? Other than a Field, you’re the only one that comes to mind. And did I fail to mention that your daddy sits on Redemption’s board of directors? I’m sure if my Daddy was on the board, I could have whatever title match I wanted. Instead, I earned my spot - no crying to the staff about it’s my hometown and I want this. The camera pans out slightly, giving the viewer a full length of Eva leaning against the crypt, her arms criss crossed under her ample bosom as she crosses her ankles over one another. Eva Broussard-Davies: Being here reminds me of my brother, Marcus. He’s 19 as well, JC. Yet for all your training, Marcus would eat you alive. He’s larger, stronger, and has been trained by the most vicious family in wrestling; the Broussard-Davies clan. Two years of training with us trumps the rookie bullshit you bring week in and week out. Her smile returns as something occurs to her. Eva Broussard-Davies: I do have to applaud you though, JC. Overcoming cancer, not once but twice. Kinda makes you wonder if God has a grudge against you. Eight years in remission, does it ever cross your mind that maybe God is just waiting for the right time to take everything from you at once? Your life, your career, your love life - everything that could possibly mean anything to you as punishment for what you did to your mother? The shot closes in once more. This time Eva’s smile turns a little more sadistic. Eva Broussard-Davies: Does it bother you that being a rookie facing two veterans that you just might not have what it takes to go the distance in a match like this? Does Redemption deserve a champion with no stamina? A great champion has to have stamina, and I'm afraid that all those chemo treatments you've taken over the years has taken the stamina you need out of you. I know that Bliss Riley said that was one of your many “shortcomings”. I mean honestly, if she hadn’t confirmed it, I’d swear you still had your V-card. You do remind me of that Disney group, the Jonas Brothers. And wasn’t their thing, like, purity rings? Tell me JC, do you still have your purity ring? What’s it going to feel like wrestling a woman that is not only built like me, but completely comfortable with her sexuality? You know the thing that excites you the most is wrapping your arms around me, pressing your chest against mine as you try to suplex me. Feeling what a real woman feels like - right up to the point where you pray to God that your tights disguise what’s going to inevitably pop up. How is it going to feel when the woman who just fulfilled your fantasy as well as your shorts, beats you, leaving you lying on that mat, staring at the lights as that championship is handed over to it’s rightful owner? Because you know Slade’s too old and slow to save you. She licks her crimson lips, putting her fingers to them and blows a kiss at the camera. Eva Broussard-Davies: At Reloaded, your Voodoo Queen will reign supreme against the Young and the Useless. |
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