Post by Queens of Absolution on Jan 4, 2024 21:41:45 GMT -6
The Founder's Floor, Part III: True Nature
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No one could argue, Snow was a master manipulator at getting what she wants and there’s nothing she does better. But why would the woman who had become a legend in the FCBA Press for being the mysterious enigma that she was choose to be a predator to a relatively new stable such as Femme Fight Club. FFC hadn’t established itself in the caliber of the Queens or the other great stables but here Snow was, plotting the downfall of FFC. Or so Amy Acker thought.
As Snow unbuttoned her denim blue jacket revealing the athletically taut, toned abs that she possessed which would make an FCBA fighter green with envy, she placed her hands predictably at her hips, almost as if to assert an idea.
“Zooey, you’re going to that dinner with Ellie but Amy, you’re going to make sure that rat doesn’t gain the upper hand in our little game,” Snow said viciously. “We need a stable we can assert an existential amount of dominance over to put on a show.”
“Cloak and dagger for a show?” Amy asked surprised.
“Why the hell are you surprised; if there’s one thing the FCBA knows the Queens for it’s how to put on a show,” Snow pointed out. “Besides, when we first stepped foot into the FCBA, we had the VIXENs give us the welcome - it’s only natural we pay it forward,” Snow exclaimed.
Snow stared for a moment, eyeing up Amy and Zooey. One could never be certain what she was going to do and that scared people. Especially if she is eyeing you. But alas the silence broke.
“If they make it through our gauntlet, our show, they will come out on the other side as a more notable stable. If they don’t, well, we are Queens after all and I reign over all of you.”
SOMETIME LATER
A note arrives in the hands of Ellie at FFC headquarters. This one, like the others, were red wax sealed and addressed to Country Mouse and Ellie.
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No one could argue, Snow was a master manipulator at getting what she wants and there’s nothing she does better. But why would the woman who had become a legend in the FCBA Press for being the mysterious enigma that she was choose to be a predator to a relatively new stable such as Femme Fight Club. FFC hadn’t established itself in the caliber of the Queens or the other great stables but here Snow was, plotting the downfall of FFC. Or so Amy Acker thought.
As Snow unbuttoned her denim blue jacket revealing the athletically taut, toned abs that she possessed which would make an FCBA fighter green with envy, she placed her hands predictably at her hips, almost as if to assert an idea.
“Zooey, you’re going to that dinner with Ellie but Amy, you’re going to make sure that rat doesn’t gain the upper hand in our little game,” Snow said viciously. “We need a stable we can assert an existential amount of dominance over to put on a show.”
“Cloak and dagger for a show?” Amy asked surprised.
“Why the hell are you surprised; if there’s one thing the FCBA knows the Queens for it’s how to put on a show,” Snow pointed out. “Besides, when we first stepped foot into the FCBA, we had the VIXENs give us the welcome - it’s only natural we pay it forward,” Snow exclaimed.
Snow stared for a moment, eyeing up Amy and Zooey. One could never be certain what she was going to do and that scared people. Especially if she is eyeing you. But alas the silence broke.
“If they make it through our gauntlet, our show, they will come out on the other side as a more notable stable. If they don’t, well, we are Queens after all and I reign over all of you.”
SOMETIME LATER
A note arrives in the hands of Ellie at FFC headquarters. This one, like the others, were red wax sealed and addressed to Country Mouse and Ellie.
“This is our house and the Queens will reign. The snake will snuff out the pesky mouse. This is the show you so desire even if you don’t know it yet, the show where we reign and you are our subjects.” - Snow
