Post by jbgarnerwrites on May 7, 2020 2:38:24 GMT
When the doorbell to Jessica Walker’s ‘cell’ rang, she wasn’t at all surprised at what the smart doorbell’s camera shows her. Instead of hopping to her feet and answering the door, she simply turns off the monitor of her computer, picks up her well-thumbed copy of Hegel’s Encylopaedia of Philosophical Sciences, and sits back in her chair. With a press of the app on her smartphone, the ‘cell’ door unlocks, and she calls out to her visitor.
“Please, Warden, come in. I am always ready for inspection.”
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
The plain white door swings open to reveal none other than Bethany Christian, commissioner of FAWN, in a crisp black business dress. She wastes no time stepping inside, her face utterly serious as she closes the door behind her. The ex-con, herself dressed in a rather sedate, well-tailored pantsuit, only remarkable for its particular shade of orange, rises to meet the commissioner, her book tucked under her arm. If not for the dressings for the cut on her forehead from Tanvi Saxena’s big boot and those blazing eyes, Jessica would look absolutely pedestrian.
JESSICA WALKER:
The rather normal appearance of the curvy grappler in front of her isn’t the only thing that Bethany notes to deft her expectations. What Jessica calls her ‘cell’ is anything but. Though a bit Spartan in accommodations, the fully furnished flat that sprawls out in front of Bethany has clean white walls accented by several tasteful pieces of art, sturdy bookshelves lined with well-worn books with subjects ranging from philosophy to medicine to wrestling history, and a glass-topped combination computer desk and media center.
Not at all what she was expecting, but she doesn’t let that show as she strides purposefully towards Walker.
“Welcome, Warden, to my humble cell,” Jessica begins with that twisted hint of a smile. “Would you like some refreshments or shall we get down to business?” She gestures to the desk, her almost unblinking eyes never leaving Christian’s face, where an electric tea kettle sits steaming by a tea service.
“No, thank you, Miss--” Bethany stops and corrects herself. “Prisoner Walker. Let’s go straight to business, namely that… extravaganza of a match you put on last night.”
Jessica frowns slightly and puts the thick philosophy text aside. “Ah, yes. I… expected you might wish to discuss that.” Her well-manicured nails rat-ta-tap on the cover of the book. “I hope we’re not going to dilly-dally about the gratification I wrung out of Ms. Saxena. That was my right, after all.”
Walker already knows that isn’t why the warden was here. No, compared to many FAWN endings, her sexual dominance of the Hindi Hottie wasn’t beyond the pale… but she wants to hear the warden’s problems directly. And her thoughts are proven correct a moment later when Bethany clears her throat.
“You and your games,” the commissioner tuts. “We all know how FAWN operates. My problem… which means it becomes your problem… is the clear and blatant disregard for the stipulations I approved for that match.”
Walker instinctively freezes, for if there is one thing she requires, needs, thirsts for, it is the rigid discipline FAWN’s rules create. For however slight they may seem to many, for Jessica, they create a line that keeps her safe and free.
“I… understand,” the ex-con half-hisses through clenched teeth before gathering her composure. When she turns to face Bethany again, a pleasant smile graces her face… or at least her best attempt. “I will accept whatever discipline you think is appropriate, Warden. I would only state in my defense that it was Ms. Saxena who brazenly raised the stakes. She was the one who bullied the referee into--”
Commissioner Christian’s stern look does not bend or falter. “Oh, don’t think I haven’t had strong words for Tanvi as well, but need I remind you, she isn’t the one with your particular history, Prisoner Walker.” Bethany takes a bold step forward, daring to crowd into Jessica’s space, something few people would even dare to do, but the cagey official thinks she has deciphered the situation. “If you want your precious yard to walk, you will obey the stipulations of the matches I set up for you. I don’t care if you… bend the rules in creative fashion. Hell, I expect you too. I did in my day.”
She thrusts her finger into Jessica’s chest, a clear sign of asserting her authority and dominance. “But you will not conduct an impromptu hardcore match and you will not threaten excessive violence after the bell. Dominate, humiliate, have your sexual way with the girl, but don’t create another Incident on my watch.”
Bethany’s gambit clearly pays off. Though that thousand-yard stare from the ex-con doesn’t abate, the commissioner’s power play forces Jessica to lower her head contritely, clasping her hands in front of her as she even bows slightly to Bethany.
“Yes, Warden,” Walker says calmly as she lets out a brief sigh. “I will not let the misconduct of the other inmates goad me into an unsanctioned situation.” The faint frown on her full lips turns into a faint smile. “I do cherish our arrangement, and I will do anything to keep my spot both in your good graces and in FAWN’s. As I told you before, I need what you provide, Warden, and I think you would like to keep the ticket sales I’m sure my debut has provided.”
Christian remains tight-lipped at that. She thinks it’s best that Walker doesn’t know if she’s valuable or not to FAWN’s business. Vipers like her are best kept as much in the dark as possible.
“Good, I’m glad we had this chat, Prisoner Walker,” Bethany says matter-of-factly as she glances around the flat once more. The more she looks, the more she sees the parallels between this place and a prison cell. A certain sterility, an impersonality, a starkness that sends a brief chill through her. “One more slip up like that, without my say-so, and you won’t have any of this,” she gestures around the room, “and you won’t have a place in FAWN.”
“Of course.” Jessica smiles again, and no matter how sincere Bethany thinks it is, it’s still ugly. “Trust me, Warden. Everything I want is in FAWN, so rest assured, I will follow both your overall directive and your… suggestions in regards to the boundaries I keep my… celebrations to.”
The commish nods curtly. As her understanding of what Jessica Walker has become is made clearer to her, Bethany realizes just how short a leash she needs to keep. Now, she’ll ensure the ex-con stays on one as long as her middle finger.
“I’ll leave you to your…” Bethany’s voice trails off as she glances at the book on the table. “Philosophy and tea.” She turns to see herself out, only stopping at the door. “Oh, and Prisoner Walker?”
“Yes, Warden?”
“Congratulations on your first win in FAWN,” she adds as she opens the door to let herself out. “I expect many more to justify this little experiment.”
“Rest assured, Warden,” Jessica calls merrily after Bethany, “I have… big plans.”
The commissioner grunts her assent then closes the door to the flat behind her. As she does so, Walker turns back to her computer and flicks on the monitor. The windows across the screen are filled with a wide variety of pictures, profiles, and match videos, all of which pertain to the career of one Aloisia Berge.
ALOISIA BERGE:
The ex-con smiles to herself as she sits back down to study obsessively. “Oh, yes. Big plans indeed.”
“Please, Warden, come in. I am always ready for inspection.”
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
The plain white door swings open to reveal none other than Bethany Christian, commissioner of FAWN, in a crisp black business dress. She wastes no time stepping inside, her face utterly serious as she closes the door behind her. The ex-con, herself dressed in a rather sedate, well-tailored pantsuit, only remarkable for its particular shade of orange, rises to meet the commissioner, her book tucked under her arm. If not for the dressings for the cut on her forehead from Tanvi Saxena’s big boot and those blazing eyes, Jessica would look absolutely pedestrian.
JESSICA WALKER:
The rather normal appearance of the curvy grappler in front of her isn’t the only thing that Bethany notes to deft her expectations. What Jessica calls her ‘cell’ is anything but. Though a bit Spartan in accommodations, the fully furnished flat that sprawls out in front of Bethany has clean white walls accented by several tasteful pieces of art, sturdy bookshelves lined with well-worn books with subjects ranging from philosophy to medicine to wrestling history, and a glass-topped combination computer desk and media center.
Not at all what she was expecting, but she doesn’t let that show as she strides purposefully towards Walker.
“Welcome, Warden, to my humble cell,” Jessica begins with that twisted hint of a smile. “Would you like some refreshments or shall we get down to business?” She gestures to the desk, her almost unblinking eyes never leaving Christian’s face, where an electric tea kettle sits steaming by a tea service.
“No, thank you, Miss--” Bethany stops and corrects herself. “Prisoner Walker. Let’s go straight to business, namely that… extravaganza of a match you put on last night.”
Jessica frowns slightly and puts the thick philosophy text aside. “Ah, yes. I… expected you might wish to discuss that.” Her well-manicured nails rat-ta-tap on the cover of the book. “I hope we’re not going to dilly-dally about the gratification I wrung out of Ms. Saxena. That was my right, after all.”
Walker already knows that isn’t why the warden was here. No, compared to many FAWN endings, her sexual dominance of the Hindi Hottie wasn’t beyond the pale… but she wants to hear the warden’s problems directly. And her thoughts are proven correct a moment later when Bethany clears her throat.
“You and your games,” the commissioner tuts. “We all know how FAWN operates. My problem… which means it becomes your problem… is the clear and blatant disregard for the stipulations I approved for that match.”
Walker instinctively freezes, for if there is one thing she requires, needs, thirsts for, it is the rigid discipline FAWN’s rules create. For however slight they may seem to many, for Jessica, they create a line that keeps her safe and free.
“I… understand,” the ex-con half-hisses through clenched teeth before gathering her composure. When she turns to face Bethany again, a pleasant smile graces her face… or at least her best attempt. “I will accept whatever discipline you think is appropriate, Warden. I would only state in my defense that it was Ms. Saxena who brazenly raised the stakes. She was the one who bullied the referee into--”
Commissioner Christian’s stern look does not bend or falter. “Oh, don’t think I haven’t had strong words for Tanvi as well, but need I remind you, she isn’t the one with your particular history, Prisoner Walker.” Bethany takes a bold step forward, daring to crowd into Jessica’s space, something few people would even dare to do, but the cagey official thinks she has deciphered the situation. “If you want your precious yard to walk, you will obey the stipulations of the matches I set up for you. I don’t care if you… bend the rules in creative fashion. Hell, I expect you too. I did in my day.”
She thrusts her finger into Jessica’s chest, a clear sign of asserting her authority and dominance. “But you will not conduct an impromptu hardcore match and you will not threaten excessive violence after the bell. Dominate, humiliate, have your sexual way with the girl, but don’t create another Incident on my watch.”
Bethany’s gambit clearly pays off. Though that thousand-yard stare from the ex-con doesn’t abate, the commissioner’s power play forces Jessica to lower her head contritely, clasping her hands in front of her as she even bows slightly to Bethany.
“Yes, Warden,” Walker says calmly as she lets out a brief sigh. “I will not let the misconduct of the other inmates goad me into an unsanctioned situation.” The faint frown on her full lips turns into a faint smile. “I do cherish our arrangement, and I will do anything to keep my spot both in your good graces and in FAWN’s. As I told you before, I need what you provide, Warden, and I think you would like to keep the ticket sales I’m sure my debut has provided.”
Christian remains tight-lipped at that. She thinks it’s best that Walker doesn’t know if she’s valuable or not to FAWN’s business. Vipers like her are best kept as much in the dark as possible.
“Good, I’m glad we had this chat, Prisoner Walker,” Bethany says matter-of-factly as she glances around the flat once more. The more she looks, the more she sees the parallels between this place and a prison cell. A certain sterility, an impersonality, a starkness that sends a brief chill through her. “One more slip up like that, without my say-so, and you won’t have any of this,” she gestures around the room, “and you won’t have a place in FAWN.”
“Of course.” Jessica smiles again, and no matter how sincere Bethany thinks it is, it’s still ugly. “Trust me, Warden. Everything I want is in FAWN, so rest assured, I will follow both your overall directive and your… suggestions in regards to the boundaries I keep my… celebrations to.”
The commish nods curtly. As her understanding of what Jessica Walker has become is made clearer to her, Bethany realizes just how short a leash she needs to keep. Now, she’ll ensure the ex-con stays on one as long as her middle finger.
“I’ll leave you to your…” Bethany’s voice trails off as she glances at the book on the table. “Philosophy and tea.” She turns to see herself out, only stopping at the door. “Oh, and Prisoner Walker?”
“Yes, Warden?”
“Congratulations on your first win in FAWN,” she adds as she opens the door to let herself out. “I expect many more to justify this little experiment.”
“Rest assured, Warden,” Jessica calls merrily after Bethany, “I have… big plans.”
The commissioner grunts her assent then closes the door to the flat behind her. As she does so, Walker turns back to her computer and flicks on the monitor. The windows across the screen are filled with a wide variety of pictures, profiles, and match videos, all of which pertain to the career of one Aloisia Berge.
ALOISIA BERGE:
The ex-con smiles to herself as she sits back down to study obsessively. “Oh, yes. Big plans indeed.”