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Supercard Roleplays / Re: Johanna Krieger (c) v Royal Purple - Bombshell Roulette Championship
« Last post by Johanna Krieger on Today at 12:51:56 AM »Complication…
”He can’t be fucking serious”
Johanna growled under her breath. She paced back and forth. Her blood was boiling as she read the e-mail. Her hand shooting forward towards her desk, closing the server. Her arms folded over her chest immediately, her nostrils flared and she shook her head closing her eyes. Where the hell was she supposed to go from here?. As her eyes opened again she looked around her office, the door was shut tight, her windows covered. She felt like she was in prison. Unable to leave her office, no freedom to do as she wished. The depression had begun to mount. All Johanna wanted to do was make the world better. Take bad people off the streets and save lives.
But now she was sneaking around. Spying on her friends, her co workers and the man who had brought her into this life. Frederick Gustav had restored her faith in police work, showed her that there were still officers who wanted and needed to do the right thing and were not corrupt. But, was he really that man?.
The doubts had started creeping in since her father had asked her to look into his dealings.
Then the question swirled through her mind. Could she trust him? Could she trust her father?. All Johanna could be sure of were her own motivations, her own morality and pride. She hated this feeling, she hated the sneaking around and the dishonesty. But what could she do? What if she was wrong about Gustav? What if he was a dirty cop? She couldn’t tell him the truth and then find out he was using it against her. But...the bigger question was…
Could she trust her father?
He already turned her down when she had evidence before. He already walked away only to come back now. And why? Why did he come back? Why did he suddenly want to get involved?
The door opened and Gustav popped his head in with a raised eyebrow. Johanna swallowed hard and tried to breathe deep and calm herself down. She didn’t want to alarm him or make it seem like she was hiding anything. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself before clearing his throat. ”So, how goes the hunt?” She swallowed hard and looked down at her computer before planting her hands on the hardwood table. A long deep sigh escaping her lips. ”That bad huh?”
He moved around next to her, Johanna shook her head and pushed off her desk standing straight before turning to face him. ”Someone is leaking information from this location. Someone is feeding it to head office. And there’s more leaks there than on the titanic post iceberg.” Gustav couldn’t help but laugh, he seemed more relaxed, more free and happy. Johanna raised an eyebrow and smirked. ”You seem more relaxed...everything good?”
There is a moment of silence, Gustav just smiled and sat down on the chair in the corner clasping his hands together. ”I feel like...a cloud has been lifted Jo. See, I….I’ve been going through a divorce….and it’s finally over..” Johanna stayed silent, she didn’t even know he was married, her eyes trailed to his hand, the faint outline of a wedding ring was there, it had always been there. Now she felt stupid. ”I didn’t want to tell anyone what I’ve been going through. I’ve been meeting with my lawyer during my breaks...always being stressed...but now..well now I can focus on the job…” He laughed to himself, Johanna looked down and let out a sigh of relief. The man he met, he was his lawyer.
She looked over at Gustav with a bigger smile and a nod, the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders. ”That’s great...hopefully it means less stress for you Frederick.” He smiled and got to his feet moving closer to Johanna, he swallowed hard and looked into her eye, Jo stayed there, not stepping back, wondering what he was doing.
Gustav gave a small smile, his hands moved down to hers, Johannas heart jumped from her stomach to her head bypassing where it was meant to be. ”It is a release of stress and worry. But, it also allows me to go after what I have wanted for months but never acted on.” His mouth curved into another smile, his wavey brown hair moved to the side to show his emerald green eyes. He was handsome, Johanna had always thought so but never dared think of him as anything more than a superior and a friend. His hand moved up to her cheek lightly brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.
Johanna swallowed as he leaned in, she should pull back, she should stop this. He was her superior, he was also someone who she didn’t fully trust, even with the realisation that he was innocent of wrongdoing. But this, this could complicate things. So, why didn’t Johanna stop hyim? Why didn’t she push him away?. His lips touched hers, she kissed him back and squeezed his hands. This felt right but also wrong. As they pulled away Johanna took a deep breath and turned away. ”That…..should we have done that?”
The question lingered in the air, Gustav stepped back and turned pale. He shook his head and leaned against the wall. ”If that was inappropriate I apologize, if it was something you didn’t want I-”
”No!.” She turned around and faced him, her eyebrows raised and she cleared her throat moving towards him. ”It….it wasn’t unwelcome. But….we should seriously think about this, what it could do to us and our careers...and...we should take anything..slow.” He smiled and gave her a nod before grabbing her hands again kissing them softly. He turned and moved towards the door, sending another smile her way. As he closed the door behind him Johanna collapsed on the chair. She was shocked at what happened. She wasn’t used to this back then.
This wasn’t the Johanna we know today.
This wasn’t the tattooed, martial arts loving, hard as nails professional wrestler. This was a softer, younger, more naive girl. She sighed heavily and smiled to herself before turning on her laptop, she opened the e-mail from her father typing furiously. Her father needed to know, he needed to know Frederick was innocent, it was a misunderstanding. She hit send, she closed the e-mail, she shuts the laptop and smiles before relaxing.
The color purple…
Her nostrils flared, anger and frustration burned under her skin. A feeling that she had known all too well the last few months. Johanna sighed heavily trying to keep herself calm and not explode.
”You’re all laughing aren’t you? You all think it’s hilarious that I lost to that little blonde bimbo. A “former great” of this company that had been dragged along by Kris Ryans to championship glory. She got in the ring with me and was able to get the win and I know what many of the other bombshells are thinking. I just lost to a woman who still has most combined days as the Bombshells champion, I just lost to a woman who has beaten nearly every single big name in this company and the bombshells division. So, I have nothing to feel bad about right?”
“Right?”
A small smile comes across Johannas face, but it isn’t one of happiness or laughing at some sort of ironic joke. This was a smile put up as a mask, a mask to hide her anger and pain. But while the smile was able to hide it on her face, her body language and movement betrayed her. Johanna shot up and kicked her legs back, shoving the wooden chair straight backwards.
“I am a new breed of Bombshell. I’m not like Mikah or Sam Marlowe, this prissy pretty little types who worry more about their looks than their in ring skills. And somehow, I lost to her. And I now have to live with that. And hey, I’m not naive here, losses happen. No matter how good you are and how talented or driven you believe yourself to be you will lose min this business. Whether nit’s through mistakes you make, or through simply not being as good as your opponent. And those losses, losses where your opponent was better are things that drive you to be better and they are losses that are easier to swallow. But, ones where you know you’re better...and you still lose?..”
“They can poison you, get into your blood and never leave. Losses where you feel like you beat yourself are the kind that sit in the pit of your stomach and rot. That is the kind of loss I just had against Mikah. Those are the kinds of losses that make me want to headbutt the damn wall. I had that kind of loss against Jessie Salco and that, well that lose was easier for me to avenge. But the one against Mikah? I don’t know if I’ll get the chance and now with all that weighing on my mind I will be rolling on into Inception 4 to go one on one with Royal Purple. And I have to defend my roulette title against her.”
“Someone who isn’t technically on the Sin city wrestling roster.”
“You know, last year I heard my stablemate, Austin James Mercer ask why we were giving TV time to members of SCU’s roster. And as they split and had members of GRIME pop up I had to say that I agreed. Sin City Wrestling is a shining light of professional wrestling. A place where the best men and women in this business put their names on contracts and beat the hell out of each other to find out who is the best and where they rank in the world. SCU and GRIME, are not a part of that.”
“They come on our shows, compete for our titles and seem to believe they belong in the ring with us.”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.
“If they believe that, then they should commit, sign the deal. Cause I keep turning around and seeing women like Royal Purple coming in and doing well yet never really embracing this company like the rest of us do. And I’ll be honest, she has impressed. She came in to SCW in december and has worked her way up to a roulette btitle match against me. And to get there, to get that opportunity, Royal Purple beat Alice Knight, Krystal Wolfe and Mercedes Vargas. An eclectic mix Purple.”
“You have the woman who made her name outside SCW in Alice Knight who never actually crossed over to be a threat. Krystal Wolfe the newbie who keeps bumping her head on the glass ceiling.And Mercedes Vargas, the legend who keeps limping along instead of just admitting she doesn’t have it to be a top star anymore and is just taking up a roster spot…”
“And hey, that’s great, really it is. You beat three women to earn a shot at me and yes, you are the one who should have won because you are the most talented by the looks of it.”
“But, that’s really the lesser of four evils Purple.”
“You are the best GRIME bombshell. Congratulations. But I’m one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today Purple. I’m not like Krystal Wolfe, I’m not like Alice Knight or Mercedes Vargas. I am a relevant star in this company and I am someone who will lead and dominate the bombshells division in the future. See, everyone believes Alicia Lukas is the greatest female wrestler to come out of Wolfslair, and as good as Ali is and the things she’s accomplished, well, she was the prototype. I’m the finished, polished product…”
She points to herself with a smirk on her black painted lips.
”And you Purple, as good as you are, as much as you want people to believe you can be the one to take this title off me, well, I know not to become complacent now. I was complacent facing Jessie Salco, I laughed her off. And I paid for it. So I won’t be making that mistake again. I wi9ll watch the roulette wheel spin, I will wait for the stipulation and then I will walk down to that ring and beat the living hell out of you. I will rip that mask off you and beat you down with that too. And unlike others, I have no idea who you are under the mask and I don’t care.”
“No one cared who I was until I put on the mask...right?”
“Some might think that way, I don’t. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you represent. Or what you represent. I don’t care about SCU, I Don’t care about GRIME. What I do care about is me, my title reign and my future and proving time and time again why I am the future of this division. Inception 4 will be a gear night and now I have to go and keep preparing for it. Meanwhile I’ll also sit back, fold my arms and wait to see what you have to say…”
”He can’t be fucking serious”
Johanna growled under her breath. She paced back and forth. Her blood was boiling as she read the e-mail. Her hand shooting forward towards her desk, closing the server. Her arms folded over her chest immediately, her nostrils flared and she shook her head closing her eyes. Where the hell was she supposed to go from here?. As her eyes opened again she looked around her office, the door was shut tight, her windows covered. She felt like she was in prison. Unable to leave her office, no freedom to do as she wished. The depression had begun to mount. All Johanna wanted to do was make the world better. Take bad people off the streets and save lives.
But now she was sneaking around. Spying on her friends, her co workers and the man who had brought her into this life. Frederick Gustav had restored her faith in police work, showed her that there were still officers who wanted and needed to do the right thing and were not corrupt. But, was he really that man?.
The doubts had started creeping in since her father had asked her to look into his dealings.
Then the question swirled through her mind. Could she trust him? Could she trust her father?. All Johanna could be sure of were her own motivations, her own morality and pride. She hated this feeling, she hated the sneaking around and the dishonesty. But what could she do? What if she was wrong about Gustav? What if he was a dirty cop? She couldn’t tell him the truth and then find out he was using it against her. But...the bigger question was…
Could she trust her father?
He already turned her down when she had evidence before. He already walked away only to come back now. And why? Why did he come back? Why did he suddenly want to get involved?
The door opened and Gustav popped his head in with a raised eyebrow. Johanna swallowed hard and tried to breathe deep and calm herself down. She didn’t want to alarm him or make it seem like she was hiding anything. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself before clearing his throat. ”So, how goes the hunt?” She swallowed hard and looked down at her computer before planting her hands on the hardwood table. A long deep sigh escaping her lips. ”That bad huh?”
He moved around next to her, Johanna shook her head and pushed off her desk standing straight before turning to face him. ”Someone is leaking information from this location. Someone is feeding it to head office. And there’s more leaks there than on the titanic post iceberg.” Gustav couldn’t help but laugh, he seemed more relaxed, more free and happy. Johanna raised an eyebrow and smirked. ”You seem more relaxed...everything good?”
There is a moment of silence, Gustav just smiled and sat down on the chair in the corner clasping his hands together. ”I feel like...a cloud has been lifted Jo. See, I….I’ve been going through a divorce….and it’s finally over..” Johanna stayed silent, she didn’t even know he was married, her eyes trailed to his hand, the faint outline of a wedding ring was there, it had always been there. Now she felt stupid. ”I didn’t want to tell anyone what I’ve been going through. I’ve been meeting with my lawyer during my breaks...always being stressed...but now..well now I can focus on the job…” He laughed to himself, Johanna looked down and let out a sigh of relief. The man he met, he was his lawyer.
She looked over at Gustav with a bigger smile and a nod, the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders. ”That’s great...hopefully it means less stress for you Frederick.” He smiled and got to his feet moving closer to Johanna, he swallowed hard and looked into her eye, Jo stayed there, not stepping back, wondering what he was doing.
Gustav gave a small smile, his hands moved down to hers, Johannas heart jumped from her stomach to her head bypassing where it was meant to be. ”It is a release of stress and worry. But, it also allows me to go after what I have wanted for months but never acted on.” His mouth curved into another smile, his wavey brown hair moved to the side to show his emerald green eyes. He was handsome, Johanna had always thought so but never dared think of him as anything more than a superior and a friend. His hand moved up to her cheek lightly brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.
Johanna swallowed as he leaned in, she should pull back, she should stop this. He was her superior, he was also someone who she didn’t fully trust, even with the realisation that he was innocent of wrongdoing. But this, this could complicate things. So, why didn’t Johanna stop hyim? Why didn’t she push him away?. His lips touched hers, she kissed him back and squeezed his hands. This felt right but also wrong. As they pulled away Johanna took a deep breath and turned away. ”That…..should we have done that?”
The question lingered in the air, Gustav stepped back and turned pale. He shook his head and leaned against the wall. ”If that was inappropriate I apologize, if it was something you didn’t want I-”
”No!.” She turned around and faced him, her eyebrows raised and she cleared her throat moving towards him. ”It….it wasn’t unwelcome. But….we should seriously think about this, what it could do to us and our careers...and...we should take anything..slow.” He smiled and gave her a nod before grabbing her hands again kissing them softly. He turned and moved towards the door, sending another smile her way. As he closed the door behind him Johanna collapsed on the chair. She was shocked at what happened. She wasn’t used to this back then.
This wasn’t the Johanna we know today.
This wasn’t the tattooed, martial arts loving, hard as nails professional wrestler. This was a softer, younger, more naive girl. She sighed heavily and smiled to herself before turning on her laptop, she opened the e-mail from her father typing furiously. Her father needed to know, he needed to know Frederick was innocent, it was a misunderstanding. She hit send, she closed the e-mail, she shuts the laptop and smiles before relaxing.
The color purple…
Her nostrils flared, anger and frustration burned under her skin. A feeling that she had known all too well the last few months. Johanna sighed heavily trying to keep herself calm and not explode.
”You’re all laughing aren’t you? You all think it’s hilarious that I lost to that little blonde bimbo. A “former great” of this company that had been dragged along by Kris Ryans to championship glory. She got in the ring with me and was able to get the win and I know what many of the other bombshells are thinking. I just lost to a woman who still has most combined days as the Bombshells champion, I just lost to a woman who has beaten nearly every single big name in this company and the bombshells division. So, I have nothing to feel bad about right?”
“Right?”
A small smile comes across Johannas face, but it isn’t one of happiness or laughing at some sort of ironic joke. This was a smile put up as a mask, a mask to hide her anger and pain. But while the smile was able to hide it on her face, her body language and movement betrayed her. Johanna shot up and kicked her legs back, shoving the wooden chair straight backwards.
“I am a new breed of Bombshell. I’m not like Mikah or Sam Marlowe, this prissy pretty little types who worry more about their looks than their in ring skills. And somehow, I lost to her. And I now have to live with that. And hey, I’m not naive here, losses happen. No matter how good you are and how talented or driven you believe yourself to be you will lose min this business. Whether nit’s through mistakes you make, or through simply not being as good as your opponent. And those losses, losses where your opponent was better are things that drive you to be better and they are losses that are easier to swallow. But, ones where you know you’re better...and you still lose?..”
“They can poison you, get into your blood and never leave. Losses where you feel like you beat yourself are the kind that sit in the pit of your stomach and rot. That is the kind of loss I just had against Mikah. Those are the kinds of losses that make me want to headbutt the damn wall. I had that kind of loss against Jessie Salco and that, well that lose was easier for me to avenge. But the one against Mikah? I don’t know if I’ll get the chance and now with all that weighing on my mind I will be rolling on into Inception 4 to go one on one with Royal Purple. And I have to defend my roulette title against her.”
“Someone who isn’t technically on the Sin city wrestling roster.”
“You know, last year I heard my stablemate, Austin James Mercer ask why we were giving TV time to members of SCU’s roster. And as they split and had members of GRIME pop up I had to say that I agreed. Sin City Wrestling is a shining light of professional wrestling. A place where the best men and women in this business put their names on contracts and beat the hell out of each other to find out who is the best and where they rank in the world. SCU and GRIME, are not a part of that.”
“They come on our shows, compete for our titles and seem to believe they belong in the ring with us.”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.
“If they believe that, then they should commit, sign the deal. Cause I keep turning around and seeing women like Royal Purple coming in and doing well yet never really embracing this company like the rest of us do. And I’ll be honest, she has impressed. She came in to SCW in december and has worked her way up to a roulette btitle match against me. And to get there, to get that opportunity, Royal Purple beat Alice Knight, Krystal Wolfe and Mercedes Vargas. An eclectic mix Purple.”
“You have the woman who made her name outside SCW in Alice Knight who never actually crossed over to be a threat. Krystal Wolfe the newbie who keeps bumping her head on the glass ceiling.And Mercedes Vargas, the legend who keeps limping along instead of just admitting she doesn’t have it to be a top star anymore and is just taking up a roster spot…”
“And hey, that’s great, really it is. You beat three women to earn a shot at me and yes, you are the one who should have won because you are the most talented by the looks of it.”
“But, that’s really the lesser of four evils Purple.”
“You are the best GRIME bombshell. Congratulations. But I’m one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today Purple. I’m not like Krystal Wolfe, I’m not like Alice Knight or Mercedes Vargas. I am a relevant star in this company and I am someone who will lead and dominate the bombshells division in the future. See, everyone believes Alicia Lukas is the greatest female wrestler to come out of Wolfslair, and as good as Ali is and the things she’s accomplished, well, she was the prototype. I’m the finished, polished product…”
She points to herself with a smirk on her black painted lips.
”And you Purple, as good as you are, as much as you want people to believe you can be the one to take this title off me, well, I know not to become complacent now. I was complacent facing Jessie Salco, I laughed her off. And I paid for it. So I won’t be making that mistake again. I wi9ll watch the roulette wheel spin, I will wait for the stipulation and then I will walk down to that ring and beat the living hell out of you. I will rip that mask off you and beat you down with that too. And unlike others, I have no idea who you are under the mask and I don’t care.”
“No one cared who I was until I put on the mask...right?”
“Some might think that way, I don’t. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you represent. Or what you represent. I don’t care about SCU, I Don’t care about GRIME. What I do care about is me, my title reign and my future and proving time and time again why I am the future of this division. Inception 4 will be a gear night and now I have to go and keep preparing for it. Meanwhile I’ll also sit back, fold my arms and wait to see what you have to say…”