Post by Raven Apollyon on Jun 11, 2016 0:13:16 GMT -5
September 19th, 2015. It's a Friday night, slowly transitioning into the Saturday morning that follows. The Stir Nightclub in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania was slowing down as the clock ticked further on. It was getting to the point in the night when those who came to dance and have a good time were thinning out and those who just wanted a loud place to release themselves from the hell of their own worlds were crawling out of the bathrooms with their stomachs full of pills and alcohol. One girl in particular was feeling the effects of the night. With an ID that claims her name is Raven Apollyon, she's seated, alone, the drugs in full force as she continues to drink her problems away. It's not the best mixture going in her body right now, but it's far from the worst she's ever dealt with.
She finds herself being noticed by a young man holding two alcoholic drinks in his hands. He approaches her, ready to flirt in an attempt to take advantage of a clearly wasted girl, seated all by herself.
RAVEN APOLLYON: No.
He looks at her, quizzically. He hadn't even said anything yet, but his advances were preemptively shut down. Not letting it get to him, the young man takes a seat beside Raven, regardless.
YOUNG MAN: I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to bother you. I just saw you over here, by yourself, and thought maybe -
RAVEN APOLLYON: Maybe you'd buy me a drink, even though I'm already clearly drinking something, so you can get me extra drunk before trying to get into my pants. If you want to get in my pants, buy me something I don't already have, maybe jalapeno poppers. You still won't get in them, but you'll look like far less of a fucking idiot.
This is going well. The young man, not one to give up so easily, doesn't do the smart thing and walk away.
YOUNG MAN: You're feisty, you know that? That's just how I like them.
Raven chuckles under her breath. The young man takes this as a good sign, but that thought is quickly wiped away when the glass full of vodka in Raven's hand goes smashing into his face. Broken glass and blood fall while he screams.
YOUNG MAN: What the fuck?!
Security notice the commotion and begin making their way towards the two of them. Raven gets out of her seat and gets in the man's bloody face.
RAVEN APOLLYON: When I say no, that means you get the fuck away from me before I slice off your dick and feed it to you. I'm not here to be some club hopping prick's fourth fuck of the night.
YOUNG MAN: Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you?! I just - ahhhh, fuck - I just wanted to offer you a drink.
RAVEN APOLLYON: And I said no. I tried to turn you down calmly, but you wouldn't fuck off, so now you've got glass in your skin.
YOUNG MAN: I only talked to you for half a minute!
RAVEN APOLLYON: That's thirty seconds more than you earned.
The two security members, both with legs the size of the average man's torso, finally get to the ruckus.
SECURITY #1: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're gonna have to ask you to leave.
RAVEN APOLLYON: What the fuck did I do?
SECURITY #2: You broke a glass over this guy's face. He's bleeding pretty profusely.
RAVEN APOLLYON: It was barely a scratch!
The two members of security look at the bleeding man and shake their heads. They turn their attention back to Raven and she sighs.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Fine.
Before heading to the exit, Raven turns to the young man she's busted open with glass.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Bye, handsome.
YOUNG MAN: Wha -
Before he can even finish being confused by her complimenting goodbye, he takes a very stiff knee to the groin. Raven smiles as he drops to his knees, but the security, having had enough, grab her by her arms and pull her to the door.
RAVEN APOLLYON: This club sucks, anyway!
They open the door and throw her out, not being too gentle as she drops to the cold parking lot outside. The two head back inside the club and shut the doors, leaving the partially drunk, partially high woman lying on the street. Instead of picking herself up immediately, she opts to sit there for a moment and gather her thoughts. She lies back and closes her eyes, letting her mind escape for a moment. This moment is short lived. Footsteps are heard, gaining in volume every step closer they get. Finally, they stop. Raven opens her eyes and sees a man standing above her, staring down into her eyes.
RAVEN APOLLYON: I don't need a ride and I don't want to fuck. Move along.
A slight grin comes across the man's face.
: You know, I've been where you are before. I'm not saying that in a pathetic attempt to 'get inside your pants', as the man you so violently stabbed in the face with a drink moments ago would. Speaking genuinely, I've been where you are before. Not so much lying on the ground outside a shitty nightclub, but more-so high on every drug imaginable, trying to figure out where the fuck my life went wrong. Being criticized by people who are beneath me, getting in fights with everyone who even slightly irritates me, all of that. I've been there before. Hell, I'm still there, now.
Raven continues to look up at this strange man, not moving or responding. He's peaked her interest, at the least.
: We're different from them, you and I. We live our lives a certain way and that pisses them off. They bring their pitch forks and fire and try to scare us out of their world, but we don't run. Instead, we use that fire to light up our next blunt and blow the smoke in their faces. We're a different breed. So, no, I'm not here to give you a ride or fuck you. I'm here to help you in a different way. I know who you are and what you do. I don't mean going to clubs and fighting horny men. I mean fighting everyone you can inside of a squared circle.
Her eyes widen a little as she realizes this man has seen her wrestle.
: Yeah, I frequent those indy shows you work at to make enough money to support your drug addiction, just as I've done in the past. I've seen what you can do, 'Raven'. If we're being honest, I'm very impressed. You have a remarkable technique and some pretty devastating knee strikes on top of that. Poor bastard in there got a good preview of those.
Just now realizing who's talking to her, Raven finally speaks again.
RAVEN APOLLYON: I knew I recognized your face… I thought you'd be taller in person.
: I get that a lot. It's usually followed with me repeatedly punching the person who said it in the nose, but not this time. I want to help you. I want to make you into what I know you can be. Working these small shows, trying to pay for your habits with bloodshed and broken bones is fun, yeah. But why shed blood and break bones on a small stage when you can do it in the big leagues?
RAVEN APOLLYON: Why do you want to help me, though?
: I haven't quite figured that one out, yet. You certainly have a… unique presence to yourself. Maybe it's because I see myself in you. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to be truly unhappy. Maybe I'm just fucking bored and need a new project to work on. Whatever the reason, I want to help. I want to take the girl who just busted open a man's face because he mildly annoyed her and make her wrestling's next success story. People love violence. So, here.
The man pulls a card out of his pocket and a pen from his jacket, proceeding to write down his number on the card and extend it down to the lying woman. She takes it out of his hand and looks at it.
: If you're interested, give me a call. If not, you won't be hearing from me again.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Did you just write your number down on the back of a Wendy's gift card?
: Don't get your hopes up, it's already used.
He winks at Raven and proceeds to walk off, leaving her lying on the ground as she stares at the Wendy's gift card. This is certainly not how she saw her night going, but an interesting proposal has been brought and it led to a very unique relationship with the man she now simply calls Big Brother.
She finds herself being noticed by a young man holding two alcoholic drinks in his hands. He approaches her, ready to flirt in an attempt to take advantage of a clearly wasted girl, seated all by herself.
RAVEN APOLLYON: No.
He looks at her, quizzically. He hadn't even said anything yet, but his advances were preemptively shut down. Not letting it get to him, the young man takes a seat beside Raven, regardless.
YOUNG MAN: I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to bother you. I just saw you over here, by yourself, and thought maybe -
RAVEN APOLLYON: Maybe you'd buy me a drink, even though I'm already clearly drinking something, so you can get me extra drunk before trying to get into my pants. If you want to get in my pants, buy me something I don't already have, maybe jalapeno poppers. You still won't get in them, but you'll look like far less of a fucking idiot.
This is going well. The young man, not one to give up so easily, doesn't do the smart thing and walk away.
YOUNG MAN: You're feisty, you know that? That's just how I like them.
Raven chuckles under her breath. The young man takes this as a good sign, but that thought is quickly wiped away when the glass full of vodka in Raven's hand goes smashing into his face. Broken glass and blood fall while he screams.
YOUNG MAN: What the fuck?!
Security notice the commotion and begin making their way towards the two of them. Raven gets out of her seat and gets in the man's bloody face.
RAVEN APOLLYON: When I say no, that means you get the fuck away from me before I slice off your dick and feed it to you. I'm not here to be some club hopping prick's fourth fuck of the night.
YOUNG MAN: Jesus Christ, what's wrong with you?! I just - ahhhh, fuck - I just wanted to offer you a drink.
RAVEN APOLLYON: And I said no. I tried to turn you down calmly, but you wouldn't fuck off, so now you've got glass in your skin.
YOUNG MAN: I only talked to you for half a minute!
RAVEN APOLLYON: That's thirty seconds more than you earned.
The two security members, both with legs the size of the average man's torso, finally get to the ruckus.
SECURITY #1: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're gonna have to ask you to leave.
RAVEN APOLLYON: What the fuck did I do?
SECURITY #2: You broke a glass over this guy's face. He's bleeding pretty profusely.
RAVEN APOLLYON: It was barely a scratch!
The two members of security look at the bleeding man and shake their heads. They turn their attention back to Raven and she sighs.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Fine.
Before heading to the exit, Raven turns to the young man she's busted open with glass.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Bye, handsome.
YOUNG MAN: Wha -
Before he can even finish being confused by her complimenting goodbye, he takes a very stiff knee to the groin. Raven smiles as he drops to his knees, but the security, having had enough, grab her by her arms and pull her to the door.
RAVEN APOLLYON: This club sucks, anyway!
They open the door and throw her out, not being too gentle as she drops to the cold parking lot outside. The two head back inside the club and shut the doors, leaving the partially drunk, partially high woman lying on the street. Instead of picking herself up immediately, she opts to sit there for a moment and gather her thoughts. She lies back and closes her eyes, letting her mind escape for a moment. This moment is short lived. Footsteps are heard, gaining in volume every step closer they get. Finally, they stop. Raven opens her eyes and sees a man standing above her, staring down into her eyes.
RAVEN APOLLYON: I don't need a ride and I don't want to fuck. Move along.
A slight grin comes across the man's face.
: You know, I've been where you are before. I'm not saying that in a pathetic attempt to 'get inside your pants', as the man you so violently stabbed in the face with a drink moments ago would. Speaking genuinely, I've been where you are before. Not so much lying on the ground outside a shitty nightclub, but more-so high on every drug imaginable, trying to figure out where the fuck my life went wrong. Being criticized by people who are beneath me, getting in fights with everyone who even slightly irritates me, all of that. I've been there before. Hell, I'm still there, now.
Raven continues to look up at this strange man, not moving or responding. He's peaked her interest, at the least.
: We're different from them, you and I. We live our lives a certain way and that pisses them off. They bring their pitch forks and fire and try to scare us out of their world, but we don't run. Instead, we use that fire to light up our next blunt and blow the smoke in their faces. We're a different breed. So, no, I'm not here to give you a ride or fuck you. I'm here to help you in a different way. I know who you are and what you do. I don't mean going to clubs and fighting horny men. I mean fighting everyone you can inside of a squared circle.
Her eyes widen a little as she realizes this man has seen her wrestle.
: Yeah, I frequent those indy shows you work at to make enough money to support your drug addiction, just as I've done in the past. I've seen what you can do, 'Raven'. If we're being honest, I'm very impressed. You have a remarkable technique and some pretty devastating knee strikes on top of that. Poor bastard in there got a good preview of those.
Just now realizing who's talking to her, Raven finally speaks again.
RAVEN APOLLYON: I knew I recognized your face… I thought you'd be taller in person.
: I get that a lot. It's usually followed with me repeatedly punching the person who said it in the nose, but not this time. I want to help you. I want to make you into what I know you can be. Working these small shows, trying to pay for your habits with bloodshed and broken bones is fun, yeah. But why shed blood and break bones on a small stage when you can do it in the big leagues?
RAVEN APOLLYON: Why do you want to help me, though?
: I haven't quite figured that one out, yet. You certainly have a… unique presence to yourself. Maybe it's because I see myself in you. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to be truly unhappy. Maybe I'm just fucking bored and need a new project to work on. Whatever the reason, I want to help. I want to take the girl who just busted open a man's face because he mildly annoyed her and make her wrestling's next success story. People love violence. So, here.
The man pulls a card out of his pocket and a pen from his jacket, proceeding to write down his number on the card and extend it down to the lying woman. She takes it out of his hand and looks at it.
: If you're interested, give me a call. If not, you won't be hearing from me again.
RAVEN APOLLYON: Did you just write your number down on the back of a Wendy's gift card?
: Don't get your hopes up, it's already used.
He winks at Raven and proceeds to walk off, leaving her lying on the ground as she stares at the Wendy's gift card. This is certainly not how she saw her night going, but an interesting proposal has been brought and it led to a very unique relationship with the man she now simply calls Big Brother.