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It had been a while since London Underground have been overly active on the wrestling scene. A lot of personal tragedy had struck, but that's Daniel's story to tell. For some reason, I had agreed to help Crystal out and be in a god damn match with her. Christ knows why but here I am, teaming with Crystal, the words fuck my life has repeatedly been running through my head. I mean she works hard for the casino since we had to skip back across the pond for a little while, but I don't know where her damn head is ninety nine percent of the time. I don't think she knows where her head is one hundred percent of the time, but I guess when back up is needed, some of us just can't say no. Helps that I really don't like the divs we're up against anyway. Sometimes, people just need a kick in the crutch to bring them back down to earth and well, you can say that about anyone that comes out of the Hero Academy or whatever the hell it's called, but I will certainly talk about them a little bit later. For now, I got some business to take care of - Kenz.
It was a damp Wednesday in Bethnal Green in the east end of London, the place where London Underground base their east London operations out of. Mackenzie Page, one of the enforcers for Daniel Morgan's operations was sitting in Kelly's, a pie and mash shop on Bethnal Green road. An empty plate sat in front of her as she wrapped her fingers around a plastic cup, filled with fizzy orange juice. The door opened and Charlotte Elliot, the other half of the enforcers team casually strolled in, her heels clicking off the polished floor. She spotted Mackenzie in and instant and walked towards her.
Charlotte: What a surprise to find you sitting in a pie and mash shop.
Charlotte's ironic tone wasn't lost on Mackenzie as she pointed to the seat across from her.
Mackenzie: Food of the Cockney gods and all that.
Charlotte took a seat opposite Mackenzie and looked at her as others made their way too and from the counter.
Charlotte: It is, but I thought you was more of a Maureen's girl.
Mackenzie: That is the best place in London, but I can't be fucked to go to Poplar today, in fact I'm here for a reason.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow at Mackenzie.
Charlotte: Well colour me curious.
Mackenzie: I happened to be in the boozer across the road from here the other day and I happened to hear about something going on not too far from here. It got me thinking about something.
Charlotte: What's going on?
Mackenzie: I heard over on the island, there's a couple of rival biker gangs just moved in while we were away and I want to know why. I know this is a bullshit Robertson tactic, those vermin neighbours of ours from South London. They've been known to pull shit like this to unsettle things and well, the East End is ours and we know it, I don't like the thought of a bunch of scruffy, sweaty tattooed tit heads being in our area, especially if they've been sent there but the other side to worm their way in.
Charlotte tilted her head as she looked at her friend.
Charlotte: And bikers on the river brought you to a pie and mash shop nowhere near there?
Mackenzie: Method in my madness, but do me a little favour and go stand by that door for me.
Mackenzie pointed to the door, and a confused Charlotte slowly started to get to her feet. She waved a finger at Mackenzie.
Charlotte: What am I doing over there?
Mackenzie: You'll know when it happens, just keep out of sight of the windows, shuffle a bit to the left. I get the feeling someone I want to talk to might just see me and do a U turn.
Charlotte sighed as she made her way towards where Mackenzie had pointed and turned her back to the window. Just seconds later, a man in his late fifties at a guess, walked through the door, bundled up to keep the cold wind from reaching his skin. Mackenzie looked up with a nod towards Charlotte before addressing the man.
Mackenzie: Jimmy! What are the odds of me running in to you here?
The man froze in his tracks as he saw Mackenzie look towards him.
Jimmy: Shit! Gotta go!
Before Jimmy could turn around, Charlotte had her hand on his shoulder, causing him to almost jump out of his skin.
Charlotte: That's not very nice Jimmy. Shouldn't be running away from people who just want a friendly little chat, especially when those people have the right to break your legs for owing them money.
Jimmy: I erm, I don't have your...
Mackenzie: Sit down Jimmy and stop the stuttering, you sound like a fucking moron. Besides, you give us what we want and you might get to keep your legs.
Charlotte led the incredibly nervous man towards the table and pointed him to the chair next to the wall. Charlotte quickly sat next to him, tapping her palm on his shoulder a couple of times, not something that helped his nerves.
Charlotte: That's better, isn't it?
Jimmy didn't answer as he bowed his head down opposite Mackenzie.
Mackenzie: You might wanna lift that head up if you want to hear what I'm saying. Don't make me tell Charley here to lift it up for me, she's not exactly gentle with the hair pulling.
Slowly, the man lifts his head up, the fear in his eyes was apparent.
Jimmy: What can I...
Mackenzie put her finger to her own lips, forcing Jimmy to stop talking.
Mackenzie: I want to ask the questions here Jimmy. I know you run with a lot of shady people, and I know you keep your ear to the ground. I also know you like the boozers on the Island, although I don't think they like you very much, but I need to ask you a little something about that.
Jimmy: What?
Charlotte moved her lips closer to Jimmy's ear and whispered.
Charlotte: You're about to find out.
Mackenzie nodded her head.
Mackenzie: You are Jimmy. Now you know that we control east London, you know Daniel runs it all, so it makes me uneasy when I hear about not one, but two biker gangs making their way to the Island, two rival gangs no less. Now you don't usually see two rival gangs like that in one area, let alone a mile down the road from each other unless something is going on.
Charlotte: It is very suspicious.
Mackenzie: It is, and I thought to myself when I heard that, Jimmy is the man to speak to, because he has his head up the arse of everyone he thinks is gonna make his life easier. So tell me Jimmy, who are they and what the fuck they're doing there.
Jimmy shuffled nervously in his seat.
Jimmy: I don't know anything.
Charlotte: You're lying because your lips are moving, we're not stupid, so don't take us for being that way.
Mackenzie: We could go with the leg breaking thing because of all that money you owe. We could get Os to do that, he's always in the mood to break something or someone.
Charlotte: Might just be easier to tell the truth.
Both women looked at Jimmy, his head once again bowed down.
Mackenzie: My eyes are up here. Start talking or we start doing nasty, unthinkable things and I don't mean that in a good way.
Jimmy: I don't want to get on the wrong side of them.
Charlotte: You don't want to get on the wrong side of us.
Mackenzie: You tell us what we need to know and we won't take you somewhere and beat the living shit out of you till you tell us what we need to know. Sounds like a good enough reason to start talking.
Charlotte: A very good reason.
Jimmy sighed as he started to realise he had no other way of getting away from the women threatening violence.
Jimmy: I don't know what's really going on but the Hell's Angels have a stake in one pub and the Outlaws use the other pub as their club house.
Mackenzie: They're like a mile apart, they're rivals, why the fuck would they be that close?
Jimmy: I really don't know but people think both pubs are fronts for something else.
Charlotte: Drugs?
Jimmy: It could be. That area has a drug problem and local people that used to deal, are not around anymore. Seems like all of them have decided to go on holiday at the same time.
Mackenzie: So locals are gone and people are still getting fucked up?
Jimmy: Yes, especially in the place the Hell's Angels own.
Charlotte: Tut, tut, tut. Naughty boys running drugs on our street.
Jimmy: If it's drugs, I really don't know. All I know is what I've said.
The man rung his hands together in nerves as Mackenzie cast a glance towards Charlotte.
Mackenzie: Do you believe him?
Charlotte looked closer at the man, moving her head towards him to unsettle him.
Charlotte: I do, but when are we likely to find these bikers there?
Jimmy: I've only ever seen them on weekends.
Mackenzie: Right, you can go before you piss your pants. Consider your debt to us halved.
Jimmy didn't need to be told twice as he leapt to his feet and rushed out of the pie and mash shop quicker then he walked in.
Charlotte: Poor little lamb, gonna be a hungry boy.
Mackenzie: Don't be silly, he'll wait along the road till we leave and he'll come back for him two and two.
Charlotte looked towards Mackenzie.
Charlotte: So what's the play on these bikers?
Mackenzie: I don't like bikers, never fucking have. There's no class to what they do. They sit and threaten people all day long with violence. At least we do shit like that where violence is the last option. Now if it is drugs, it could be coming from that mob over the other side of the river.
Charlotte: The Robertson's.
Mackenzie: Yeah. If they're putting shit on our streets, using those hairy fucks to scare the good people we look after, then they need to be stopped.
Charlotte: Something we should take to Daniel. Maybe get a few people in there and have a look at it all.
Mackenzie: Or we could just draw them out. Go in there and let them know who we are and what the fuck we're about.
Charlotte shook her head at Mackenzie.
Charlotte: Don't need a bunch of pissed off bikers coming our way, not right now anyway. We need to find out what's going on because if the Robertson mob does have something to do with this, they clearly have a plan.
Mackenzie: They've done this before. Made an area seem dangerous, crashed the values and bought shit up cheap. If they're doing that here, they're making a fucking mistake trying to step in to our land. We do good shit for good people, they don't need to deal with those meat head fucks.
Charlotte stood up and Mackenzie followed suit.
Charlotte: We'll talk to Daniel, cause we know a guy who lives on the Island who might know a little bit more.
Mackenzie: Ben....
Charlotte: Ben.
Mackenzie nodded firmly and the two left the pie and mash shop in search of Daniel.
The night had fallen on Friday and the rain bounced off the windows of Mackenzie's apartment windows in Canary Wharf, the wind of Storm Darragh blowing past. Mackenzie stood with her back to the window before she started to speak.
Mackenzie: The fuck was I thinking when I agreed to this poxy match?
She asked herself the question before continue.
Mackenzie: I agreed to do this match and instantly everyone was on my case asking why the fuck would I team with Crystal when ninety percent of the time, she just phones it in. Why would you team with Crystal when you know most of her tag partners get let down to the point they have to pick up the slack. Why would you want to team with someone who doesn't know what time of day it is or her arse from her elbow. Why would you want to put yourself through that if the real Crystal, the one who has had more gold then a rappers mouth, doesn't show up?
A slight smile passed on her face.
Mackenzie: Because regardless of who shows up, I get to punch a couple of people in the face who just rubs me the wrong way. I get to smack a couple of entitled brats in the face.
She cracked her right knuckles in to her palm.
Mackenzie: I don't do social media, but it ain't hard to find out that little miss Harper seems to have a weird obsession with bitching on social media about not getting booked, or no happy, generally just being a pain in the arse for the sake of being a pain in the arse. Shit little girl, if you want the attention that badly to get booked, actually make yourself stand out in wrestling instead of being a little social media bitch. It's boring, and it doesn't make your entitled arse seem like someone anyone would want to do business with. Maybe I dislike you because I am the opposite of you, because I came from nothing and worked hard for everything. Maybe that's made me humble and thankful rather then becoming some tart who has to cry my way on to television to wrestle. Maybe I'm just a much better human being then you're ever likely to be. Someone there needs to put on their big girl pants and grow the fuck up. You know what makes people grown the fuck up real quick?
Mackenzie sharply breathed out.
Mackenzie: Getting the shit kicked out of them. I've been there and got the shit kicked out of me and I grew up very fucking quickly and that is a lesson you're gonna learn really fast. Nothing brings you back to reality more then when you're on the floor, hurt and the only other thing you can feel is your own warm sticky blood running down your own face. Nothing makes you take stock of life like that. Nothing makes you hear that record scratch and you realise you're not as good as you thought you were. Nothing hits you like that. That is gonna be the moment you're gonna be facing when you step in the ring with me.
She confidently pointed to herself.
Mackenzie: Don't you worry about what Crystal is gonna do to you little girl, worry about what I'm gonna do to you because you're about to get dragged back in to reality with a fucking thump. You're gonna get pulled back to earth, no longer will your head be in the clouds, because you're coming back down with a crash.
She stopped for a second.
Mackenzie: I have no doubt you'll be bitching about me on social media after we're done, running to the bosses saying you could have been hurt. Well tough shit princess, I'm ya fucking punishment for all the moaning and crying you've done lately. I'm the one that's gonna teach you that you should be seen and not heard. That won't be too difficult to do after I'm done with you because you won't be able to say a lot. You've brought this on yourself Harper, you've done this to yourself. All that moaning and bitching has lead you right to me and now you must pay up. Little words have big consequences and I'm those consequences. I'm the one who gets to shut you up for good.
She put her finger on her lips as the wind outside rushed by.
Mackenzie: And you Cassie. I don't even know what to say about you, you're just completely irrelevant to everyone and everything. You're bland, you're dull, it's like you're a carbon copy of so many uninteresting people that came before you. You're literally nothing at all. You're just a face that will have to meet my fist.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes.
Mackenzie: I remember when you could have ended up at the Go Gym to finish up, but that wouldn't have happened, because man, you're just so dull. Gabriel and Odette can teach people a lot of things, but they can't fix stupid. I can see why you're teaming with mouth almighty there because well, she thinks she something she's not and so do you. I've met people like you before, people who believe their own hype cause some muppet somewhere said you could be the next big thing? I can't believe you fell for that bollocks because the only way you'll ever be big is if you spend your life in McDonalds. Might even get a job there when you work out on Sunday that wrestling isn't for you at all. This is what it's gonna be like for you on Sunday because just like Harper, you're gonna work out that this just ain't for you sweetheart.
She started to slowly shake her head.
Mackenzie: This wrestling game is for people who can handle it and you just can't. I really do hope that Roxi was the one that trained you though, I really do because it might mean a little bit of a challenge. Kiera sucked, begged her way in to every situation she'd ever been in, self serving shit bag, not even half as good as Roxi. Roxi is an SCW legend, Kiera rides coattails so I really fucking hope Roxi trained you more Cassie, because if not, it's going to be a blood bath.
She looked seriously down the camera.
Mackenzie: This is not a face that is fucking joking, this is not a face that is going to show up and mess around. This is a face of someone in the mood to kick the shit out of a couple of nobodies. This is the face of someone who is ready, willing and able to cause damage and I'm gonna enjoy doing that to you two. I don't like either of you, you're nails on a chalkboard levels of annoying, you're seriously annoying as fuck. You know what I do to people who are annoying as all possible fuckery? I get rid of them, and you two are the next ones I will be getting rid of. I'm not coming to play around, I'm coming to get the job done and I don't get paid by the hour, so this is gonna be quick and painful for you two.
Mackenzie interlocked her fingers and cracked her knuckles.
Mackenzie: I'm actually seriously bored of talking about you two now, so I'm done. Get your affairs in order by Sunday children, because its gonna be a long, long time before you'll be able to do anything for yourself.
She pointed beyond the camera.
Mackenzie: Now fuck off!
And with that, the scene faded to black. >