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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Wong Fai Hung on January 17, 2025, 11:52:15 PM
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Saturday January 11, 2025
The sun was beginning its descent over Su-Jiin Las Vegas, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling ranch. The ranch was peaceful, surrounded by vast fields and a cozy house, with the air carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and freshly cut grass. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the old oak tree near the barn, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.
Inside the cozy kitchen, Loti hummed softly to herself as she wiped down the gleaming countertops. She wore a light blue apron over her white shirt and jeans, a simple yet practical outfit for the day’s chores. Her short, curly hair was tied back with a colorful scarf, keeping it out of her face as she worked. She took pride in keeping their home spotless, a sanctuary of calm and order amidst the chaos of the world. The kitchen itself was warm and inviting, with rustic wooden cabinets, a vintage stove, and a large wooden table that had seen countless family meals and gatherings.
Outside, Song was in her element. Dressed in a comfortable plaid shirt, worn jeans, and sturdy boots, she moved with ease and confidence. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, allowing her to focus on the tasks at hand. Her laughter mingled with the soft nickers of their two ponies as she fed them treats and groomed their silky manes. The ponies nuzzled her affectionately, a testament to the bond they'd formed over countless hours of care and companionship. The sun highlighted Song’s strong, athletic frame, a result of her wrestling training, and her eyes sparkled with joy as she interacted with the animals.
Loti glanced out the window and smiled at the sight of Song running towards the peach tree. It was the first addition to the ranch, a gift from Loti to Song years ago, symbolizing their shared dreams and commitment. The tree stood tall and proud, its branches heavy with ripe, juicy peaches. Song reached up to pluck a ripe peach, her movements graceful and sure. She brought the fruit to her lips, ready to savor its sweetness.
But then, something changed. Loti's heart skipped a beat as she saw Song hesitate, a puzzled expression crossing her face. Wiping her hands on a dish towel, Loti rushed outside, her nurse's instincts kicking in.
Loti: Song, are you okay?
Loti called out, concern lacing her voice.
Song turned to her, her eyes wide with confusion.
Song: I... I can't smell or taste the peach,
Song said, her voice tinged with worry.
Alarm bells rang in Loti's mind. She reached out, touching Song's forehead gently. The sun's warmth was still in the air, but a sudden chill ran down Loti's spine.
Loti: You might have a fever. We need to get you to the hospital,
Loti murmured, her tone now clinical and focused.
Wrapping Song in a warm blanket, Loti helped her into the car. Their vehicle, a trusty old pickup truck with faded blue paint, had been a reliable companion on countless ranch trips and adventures. The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, each passing minute filled with a mounting sense of dread. The sky was clear, with a few wisps of clouds illuminated by the fading sunlight, but the beauty of the evening was lost on Loti’s worried mind.
Song: It's just a mild cold, I'm sure,
Song tried to reassure her, but Loti knew better. She had seen enough cases to recognize the signs. The air inside the truck was thick with unspoken fears, the sound of the engine a constant reminder of the urgency of their journey.
At the hospital, the staff moved quickly, taking Song's vitals and running tests. Loti watched anxiously, her heart heavy with fear. The hospital was bustling with activity, healthcare workers moving with practiced efficiency, and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air. As a nurse, Loti understood the seriousness of the situation, but as Song's partner, the emotions were almost overwhelming.
Doctor: We're going to need to test for COVID-19. It's likely, given her symptoms,
The doctor said gently, his expression serious yet compassionate.
Loti nodded, holding Song's hand tightly.
Loti: We'll get through this. I promise,
Loti whispered, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed harsh compared to the warm glow of their ranch, and the distance between their world and the reality of the pandemic felt stark and unsettling.
Song looked up at her, her eyes filled with gratitude and love.
Song: I know we will.
She replied softly. Her grip on Loti’s hand was firm, a silent vow that they would face whatever came their way, together.
Song: But now, I can't go home whenever they release me. You have your nieces coming over. I need you to call Master Lilly and tell her I can't make it to the SCW show, which sucks as I took off during the Christmas show and now I will be missing the first show of 2025.
Loti: Your health is more important and SCW has plenty of wrestlers fighting for air time, so I'm sure they will be okay with you not showing up again. I will call her for you, but I want you to just relax and not think about SCW and just use this time to rest.
The hospital room fell silent for a moment, only the soft beeping of the monitors breaking the stillness. Loti gently squeezed Song’s hand, offering reassurance as best as she could. Song closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to find comfort in Loti’s presence.
The nurses came and went, checking on Song, administering medications, and making sure she was comfortable. Loti watched them with a critical eye, her professional instincts always in the background. She was grateful for their care but couldn't help feeling a pang of helplessness, knowing there was little she could do beyond offering emotional support.
Loti's mind wandered to their home, the ranch that now felt a world away. She thought about the nieces who would be arriving soon, full of excitement and energy. Loti needed to make sure everything was ready for them, despite the worry gnawing at her about Song’s condition.
Song: I hate this, you know. Missing out on the show, being stuck here... not being able to help you with the girls.
Song’s voice was tinged with frustration, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil.
Loti: I know, love. But right now, you need to focus on getting better. The girls will understand, and I’ll handle everything at the ranch. Your job is to rest and recover.
Song managed a weak smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. The weight of disappointment and anxiety was evident, but she nodded, accepting Loti’s words.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly in the sterile environment of the hospital. Loti made the call to Master Lilly, explaining Song's situation. Lilly's voice was understanding, expressing concern for Song’s health and assuring Loti that they would manage the show without her.
Master Lilly: Tell Song not to worry about a thing. Her health comes first, and we’ll be here when she's ready to return. I've just arrived at your home, by the way. I'll let myself in from the back and start sanitizing the house for you two.
Loti felt a wave of relief wash over her at Lilly's words, knowing that someone was taking care of things at home.
Loti: Thank you so much, Lilly. That means a lot to us.
Master Lilly: No problem at all. Take care of Song, and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.
Loti relayed the message to Song, hoping it would ease her mind. Though it did little to lift Song’s spirits, she appreciated the support from her mentor and colleagues.
Loti: I'll bring you meals and anything else you need. Just focus on getting better, okay?
Song nodded, grateful for Loti's unwavering support.
Song: I will. And thank you for everything, Loti. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Loti smiled, her heart swelling with affection. Song took a deep breath, looking around the sterile hospital room.
Song: Loti, I’ve been thinking. We need to make sure I don’t spread this to your nieces when they come over. Why don’t we rent one of those tiny homes they sell or lease? We can have it set up by the garage, and I can stay there until I’ve fully recovered.
Loti nodded, appreciating Song's proactive approach.
Loti: That sounds like a good plan. I’ll start looking into it right away. Your health and the girls’ safety are my top priorities.
Loti made a few phone calls and managed to secure a tiny home that was perfect for their needs. It was compact yet comfortable, equipped with all the essentials for Song’s recovery. The company delivered and set it up near the garage within a day, ensuring everything was ready for Song's arrival.
Sunday January 12, 2025
Loti and her nieces worked together to make the tiny home as cozy as possible. They added soft blankets, plush pillows, and a few of Song’s favorite decorations to make it feel like home. The girls were excited to help, eager to create a warm and welcoming space for their beloved aunt.
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Three days later, the sun was shining brightly, a welcome change from the hospital’s sterile environment. Loti drove the old pickup truck to the hospital, excitement and relief mingling with her lingering worry. She wore a mask and gloves, taking every precaution to protect herself and others.
Song, now wearing a comfortable sweatsuit and looking visibly better, walked out of the hospital with Loti. They exchanged a look of gratitude and love, both eager to return to their beloved ranch.
The drive home was filled with the familiar sights and sounds of the countryside, a stark contrast to the past few days of uncertainty and anxiety. As they pulled up to the ranch, Song spotted the tiny home near the garage, its presence a testament to Loti's dedication and care.
Song: Thank you, Han.
Song says with all the love in the world as she calls Loti by her real name.
Loti: Of course. Anything to keep you safe and comfortable.
They unloaded Song's belongings and settled her into the tiny home. It had a cozy bed, a small kitchenette, and a bathroom, providing everything Song needed for her recovery. The interior was bright and inviting, with a few personal touches that made it feel like home.
Loti: I'll bring you meals and anything else you need. Just focus on getting better, okay?
Song nodded, grateful for Loti's unwavering support.
Song: I will. THank you.
Loti smiled, her heart swelling with affection.
Loti: I’m going to make the girl some BBQ and corn. I’ll have a plate for you in an hour.
The days that followed were filled with a sense of hope and resilience. Loti took care of the nieces, ensuring they had a wonderful time at the ranch, while also attending to Song’s needs. She balanced her responsibilities with grace, determined to keep everyone safe and happy.
Each evening, Loti would sit outside the tiny home, chatting with Song through the window, to help Song as all Song can think about now was the fact that she is now booked for the next SCW show against Victoria Lyons.
Thursday, January 16, 2025
Thursday evening, as they were talking, they heard the sound of a car pulling up the driveway. Master Lilly stepped out, carrying a bag of supplies. She waved as she approached the tiny home.
Master Lilly: Hello, you two! I thought I’d stop by to check on you and help out a bit.
Loti: Hi, Lilly. Thank you so much for coming. Song and I were just catching up. Why don’t you keep her company while I head back inside to watch the girls?
Master Lilly nodded, a warm smile on her face.
Master Lilly: Of course. I’ll take good care of her.
Loti hugged Song gently and headed back to the main house, feeling relieved that Master Lilly was there to help.
Song: Thanks for coming, Master Lilly. It means a lot.
Master Lilly: No problem at all. I brought some supplies to help sanitize the house and a few goodies to keep your spirits up. Now, let’s talk about the upcoming match.
Song: I was worried I’d miss it, but Loti convinced me to focus on my recovery first. It’s tough, though.
Master Lilly: Your health comes first. While you may have negative test results so you are now clear. I think it’s best to stay in this tiny home for an extra day or two.
Song: So then we don’t have to cancel this match after all?
Master Lilly: No, not unless you want me to.
Song: No it’s fine, I need to fight this woman already.
Master Lilly: You need or you want to fight Victoria Lyons
Song: I need to as SCW has been trying their best to throw me at her but several other non wrestling related issues keep occurring. So I just need to get this match out of the way so that SCW can get what they want.
Master Lilly: Oh?
Song: Well yeah, have you not noticed. Victoria Lyons won the Roulette Title on the go home show of Summer XXXTreme, I returned on that PPV. And since I returned, every other match I've been in has been for a number one contendership. I have either been too busy to not be bothered or been removed by my choice for reasons. But now they have me facing her in a non title match. It’s clear they really want me to fight her so I need to give SCW what they want so we can move past this booking they have been trying to get out of me since August.
Master Lilly: You say it like you don’t want to face her. That is not like you, Song.
Song: What I want does not matter. What I need is to just face this woman already so Mr. Ward and Chris can move on. And in order for me to do that, I will make Victoria Lyons look better than she has ever looked so she can go to her title defence looking like a million bucks.
Master Lilly: Or you could just beat her like we both know you could and move on as you say.
Song: I could but that would not help Victoria Lyons. It's all about give and take, you always taught us that when The Elders were in the tag division.
Master Lilly: Yes, but that is for all SCW wrestlers, not just you.
Song: True but if they wanted me to look good and win then the title would have been on the line.
Master Lilly: And if it was, you would be saying how you don’t deserve to be in the title match.
Song: Correct, because I don’t just like I don’t need to win this match as it does nothing for her and it does nothing for me, at least not right now. It’s not like me beating her would turn the match at Inception VII into a Fatal Fourway. The fact that I am booked this week means I may not be booked at Inception VII and if I am, I’m sure it will be one of those, throwing a bunch of women not involved in anything into a match for a title shot later. Or what I call, a throwaway match, a quick payday for being the first one removed from that match.
Master Lilly: This is why I said you should stop trying to be a face in SCW. This is not how one should speak.
Song: Well, there is no camera here so it’s just a wrestler and her manager talking. If I can’t be direct with you then who?
Master Lilly: Touche. But you tend to bring that same demeanor on camera.
Song shrugs.
Master Lilly: You shouldn't, is my point. But here take this, let me go inside and get some of Loti’s BBQ I smell. I’ll bring you a plate and we can talk some more about this.
Song goes back doing her Tai Chi as she waits.