Post by Aurora on May 17, 2016 23:12:02 GMT -6
**Scene One**
A man seemingly in his late forties walks the sidewalks of bright and sunny San Diego, going door to door placing various envelops and flyers within each box hanging securely by the front door of the cozy yet nearly identical homes lining the streets that makes up one of many suburbs in the area. His blue bag hangs across his chest as he reaches in finding the envelope needed as one could believe he wasn’t even looking at the addresses etched on the front. Making his way to the last house at the end of the road before heading back up the other side he pulls out a stack of four or five envelopes this time along with a small package, before his knuckles can touch the door it opens up causing him to take a step back.
“Good morning Ms. Armstrong”
“Good morning Mr. Davis, how are you today?”
“Oh about like usual, how are you and Ms. William’s doing?”
“We’re good thanks, three months here and still unpacking but we’re getting there.”
A light hearted laugh leaves his lips as he smiles before passing the mail over to the woman standing in the doorway. Her long blue hair hugs her shoulders as a thin tank top and shorts is all she can bare against the heat that has already started to rise this early in the morning.
“You girls take care of yourself, I’ll see you same time tomorrow.”
“Oh wait! I almost forgot.”
Leaning into the house she calls for her roommate before another young lady rushes over carrying what appears to be a small bag with tissue paper protruding from the top. She walks onto the porch as her black hair swings in the ponytail on the top of her head, her attire matches that of the other woman but on her it shows the various amounts of tattoos covering her body. Handing the bag to the mailman she smiles before giving him a hug.
“What is this?”
“Just a little thank you from the two of us, you’ve been so nice to us since we moved here.”
“No opening it till you get home though!”
He nods hesitantly before smiling and touching the bill of his hat as he bows slightly causing both girls to begin laughing.
“I’ll see you girls tomorrow.”
“Bye Mr. Davis!”
The older man saunters off down the sidewalk heading to the next house as the two girls walk back inside letting the door close with a soft thud behind them. Shuffling through the envelopes the blue haired woman leans against the wall skimming over the names.
“Bill, bill, bill,.,Oh Ari apparently we just won a million dollars, you want it this time?”
A laugh comes from the other room as the junk mail is tossed into the trash can, her fingers skim over the last envelop as the black haired woman, now knowingly named Ari, makes her way back into the room and grabs the package beginning to open it.
“Oh look Chelsea, our movie order finally showed up.”
“About time!”
Staring at the last envelop her hands struggle to flip it over as it’s clear in her eyes that something isn’t right. Her throat moves showing a swallow as she takes a deep breath before opening the envelope, watching carefully as Ari moves back into the other room and the television sounds. Chelsea takes out the letter reading it carefully before she shakes her head, her mouth partly opened as the look of surprise mixed with dread on her face shows something bad is starting to happen.
“Um, Ari?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you come here for a minute?”
A groan can be heard as the sound from the television stops momentarily, footsteps are heard moving from the carpeted area to the tile of the front hall as Chelsea has sat down on the bench against the wall.
“Chelsea? What’s wrong?”
No words leave her lips as she holds up the letter she opened just moments ago, Ari grabs the letter before her eyes scan the document. A look of excitement meets her eyes before she glances at Chelsea and it immediately disappears.
“Chels I…”
“Why didn’t you tell me Arianna, I thought we’d agreed we weren’t doing this?”
Ari’s face falls at the use of her full name as she sits next to Chelsea on the bench, her hands still holding tightly on the letter.
“I’m sorry, but you made that decision not me. Chelsea you have to admit I was good while I was in that business.”
“But do you not remember why you were there to begin with? Ari that coward made you practically kill yourself! Now you’re signing up for another company? You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
“I know it wasn’t my choice then, but it’s mine now. I want to do this Chels, why can’t you just be happy for me? I mean, did you read the letter? They accepted my application! That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”
“It means they saw a pretty face and know they can make money off of you.”
“Chelsea…”
Crossing the room to the now standing Chelsea, Arianna wraps her arms around her waist trying her best to keep her close even though Chels is trying her best to break the hold.
“…this isn’t the same as the other place. Adrian is nowhere to be seen, he’s not going to show up. Please Chelsea, I looked into this. Do you really think I’d apply for a company I knew nothing about?”
She forces Chelsea to turn to face her as doubt is clear in her eyes. Ari places her hand under Chelsea’s chin, forcing her to look at her.
“Why don’t you like the idea of this?”
“Because…I just feel like you’re rushing into this. You were in a very small Indy corporation and right off you think you’re ready for the big leagues?”
“I know it’s not going to be easy, but I want to do this.”
“Ari…”
“Chelsea, you know this business…”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t want you do be a part of it, I’ve seen how twisted that industry can get. Do I have to remind you of what happened to me because of that career?!”
“Chels, is that….”
“You don’t get it Ari, the wrestling business isn’t all you believe it is. The second you step into a big name company you will change. You’ll say you won’t but you will, trust me. I’ve lost too many people because of that industry, you have no idea what you’re signing up for.”
“Then help me, come with me.”
“I told you months ago, I’m not stepping back into a ring.”
“Not as a competitor, as a manager. You know the ropes of this business, you’ve dealt with some of the worst, help me become what you were.”
“You don’t want that, you don’t deserve to go through what I’ve went through.”
“Then help make my career better, steer me in the right direction, don’t let me make the same mistakes you did. Chelsea I’m doing this, I’ve been accepted. Don’t make me go there on my own.”
A heavy sigh leaves Chelsea’s lips as she places her head in her hands now sitting with her back against the wall. Her body has begun to shake with a series of sobs as Arianna begins to step away, this has happened a lot within the past year the two have known each other. She was still unaware of everything that Chelsea had went through, there were a few areas that were just blank, not because Ari didn’t want to know but because Chelsea refused to talk about them. She knew the second she sent her application to the company Chelsea wouldn’t be happy, but something inside told her she had too…for some reason, she was meant to be within that company. The United Championship Infinite had called out to her, and now her name was on its roster…she had to convince Chelsea this was a good idea, but something told her that was going to be harder than actually stepping into the ring.
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**Scene Two**
“What are you doing?! This wasn’t part of the deal!”
A woman’s voice screams out as the sound of chains soon follows, a man’s laugh then comes through as a light switch is flicked. The bright overhead florescent light shines down illuminating the small room she appears to be housed in. A thin mattress covers part of the floor as she is sitting on it with her wrists chained to the wall behind her.
“Adrian, what is going on?”
“Shut up.”
“But..”
He flies across the small room, his hand clasping tightly around her throat causing a whimper to creep through her lips. She struggles trying to break free but that only succeeds in making his grip tighten.
“I said shut up! You’re mine now you hear me? You don’t go anywhere, do anything, or even speak unless I tell you to do it. Understand?!”
She nods gasping for air as he lets go of her causing her head to hit the concrete wall as he does. Tears are already streaming from her eyes as she pulls her legs under her, trying her best to get as much space between the two of them as possible.
“Good, now this is what you’re going to do. A buddy of mine knows someone in the wrestling industry, seems this specific guy wants someone that can bring him some more money if you know what I mean. You’re the exact type of pet we’ve been looking for, I’ve seen you throw a punch or two out there on the street. So this is simple. Keep your mouth shut, fight who I tell you to fight and you make me money. Then maybe if you’re good enough I’ll let you see the light of day again.”
“You can’t…”
A hand catches her cheek, sounding like thunder as she cries out in pain. His hand is back on her throat as she finds herself pinned against the wall.
“Did I tell you to speak you bitch?!”
Letting her go he pushes her back to the ground causing her to strain in the chains as an intense pain courses through her wrist. Her grimace of pain does nothing but bring a smile to his face as he walks from her before leaving the room. She backs herself into the corner as she hears multiple locks clicking as footsteps then follow showing her she’s alone…at least for now. Tears begin falling from her eyes like a waterfall as the light clicks off with the sound of a timer, leaving her in absolute darkness as her broken wrist throbs against the metal chains clanking above her.
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**Scene Three**
A sharp loud scream breaks through the silence of nightfall as the thud of someone falling out of bed follows quickly. Bedside lights flicker on as Ari lays in bed wiping tears from her eyes and breathing heavily as she frantically searches the room.
“Chels?....”
“Down here…”
The groggy and pained voice of Chelsea sounds from the floor as her purple painted nails rest against the comforter as she pulls herself back to the bed. Reaching up she checks the back of her head, placing her fingers in the light clearly searching for blood before turning her attention to Arianna who still appears shaken beside her. As if a switch had been flipped the pained expression leaves Chelsea’s eyes as concern soon follows.
“They’re starting again, aren’t they?”
A silent nod is all that follows as Ari has a grip on the blanket so tight her knuckles have turned white, the intense expression is one of pure fear as Chelsea makes slow moves until she is seated beside her. Softly she lets her arm drape around her, being careful not to touch her just yet as it shows she knows how to handle this situation.
“It’s ok Ari, it was just a dream. Adrian’s gone remember? We took care of him, he can’t hurt you now.”
Ari looks down at her hands as her fingers loosen slightly. She brings her right hand to her left inspecting her wrist, her face clearly shows she was expecting to feel pain as she moved it but becomes relieved when that isn’t the case. Taking a deep breath she leans into Chelsea’s embrace allowing her to stroke her black hair as she begins counting down from one hundred, a trick she was taught a few months ago by her therapist.
“Do you want me to get you a cup of water?”
Still counting mentally Ari lets out a soft nod but immediately regrets the decision as Chelsea moves from her side. Sensing her hesitation Chelsea leans over placing a kiss on her cheek, standing she walks to the door before slowly opening it.
“I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes pass before Chelsea walks from the kitchen and through the hall going back to the bedroom, she pauses momentarily as her eyes gaze the paper that started the fight between them earlier that week. Reading through the paper once again she picks it up placing it in the pocket of her pants before heading back to the bedroom. Walking through the door she finds Ari sound asleep, all pain washed from her face bringing a smile to Chelsea’s. Checking the clock she sees it’s nearly six am as she knows sleep won’t be finding her again this morning, pulling the comforter up she covers Arianna back up before grabbing her laptop and settling into bed beside her and powering it on. Quietly pulling the letter from her pocket her eyes scan the name of the company before she enters it into the search engine and begins scanning the results.
“Spencer Adams…Benjamin Atreyu, Benjy really?....John Gable…ok innocent enough, what else do you hold.”
The light from the computer screen races down her face as it’s clear she’s clicking on various links before finding the specific one she was wanting.
“Let’s see who we have here…Crow McMorris, sounds familiar…Jay Omega, well that’s a good sign at least…Jeff Purse, Jayson Price, Alex?? It’s been months since I saw him,…Bonnie Blue…maybe she did do more research than I thought.”
“I told you I thought it through.”
The sudden voice from Ari causes Chelsea to jump almost losing her laptop off the side of the bed as she looks over to find Arianna watching the computer screen with her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I knew I should have done this in the living room.”
“It’s ok, I’d rather stay up anyway.”
Brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face Chelsea then places a small kiss against her forehead before turning the laptop so she can see it better.
“So are you rethinking letting me do this?”
“I’m still not happy about it…but I do have to admit if you had to do this it seems you picked an ok place to start.”
“I told you I did my research. I recognized some of the names when I decided to join, you know I did my research when I first met you as well.”
“So you know Alex and Jay are my old team mates?”
“I do, and Jayson and Purse, right?”
“For a while yeah, count in two of the owners and you have three former groups of mine in that place.”
“See, so I would be in good hands.”
“But Ari…”
“Please, besides I’ve already been booked for my first match.”
“Already? Wait why am I asking, of course these things move fast. Who are you against?”
“Andre Jenson, Demarcus Jordan, and Occulo. Do you know any of them?”
“I’ve heard of Occulo but not too familiar, I don’t think I know the others. Wait what’s your name then? I didn’t see you on the list.”
“Aurora”
“Aurora…I like it. Do you have a nickname?”
“Not yet.”
“Ok…finishers?”
“Umm…a leg trap camel clutch and a corkscrew shooting star press.”
“Different different…ok I like it. And you’re sure you can execute those moves well?”
“I think so..”
“Ari if you’re serious about this I can’t hear I think so’s…you have to know for a fact you can do the moves you put on your resume.”
“I can do them.”
“Ok, what have you learned about your opponents then? I assume you’ve known about this longer than I have. Start with Andre”
“Ok, so first he made me do math and I wasn’t told that was part of being a wrestler.”
“Wait, what do you mean?”
“Well he says he is 282 Kleps tall…which I found out is around 6’6”. Then he said he’s 15.75 Kweps…which that too I found out means he weighs about 200 pounds.”
“Wait wait wait…so he has his own form of measurement?”
“Well, he’s a LARPer…if that’s the word…so I’m assuming it goes hand in hand with that.”
“Ok…well continue, what else do you know?”
“It’s been said that he decides his actions in the ring by rolling a die.”
“Interesting…”
“He also apparently has a cooler with “potions” inside that he sometimes drinks during the match in order to help him.”
“We can work with both of those.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think with the mind of an opponent right now Ari, you’re getting ready to face off against a man who uses dice to decide his fate and believes potions will help him get the win. What do you pull from that?”
A moment of silence passes between the two of them as Chelsea sits, waiting patiently, as Arianna ponders the question trying to find the answer Chelsea is wanting.
“Ok, think like this instead. If you were the only holding the dice in your hand and wanted to ensure a win every time you rolled what would you do?”
“Make sure there’s no way I can roll wrong?”
“Now you’re on the right track, so if you’re facing this man what would be your goal in that same setting?”
As if a lightbulb has gone off within her mind Ari looks at Chelsea with a partially devious partially mortified expression.
“Are you talking about changing his die?”
“If I was in that scenario, yes. That would be a plan I would work in, but keep this in mind I’m merely showing you what I would do. You’re in charge of taking my words and forming them into your own thoughts. The second you step into that ring all eyes are going to be on you, if even for a second you sound like a second class clone of me or anyone else for that matter you can kiss credibility goodbye. Understand?”
“I think so…”
“So then what would Aurora do in this situation?”
Arianna, now sitting up in bed, leans against the wall as her face show her thoughts are in a far off place before returning quickly enough to cause a faint sparkle to show through her eyes.
“She’d dig deeper than the information on the surface.”
“Explain.”
“Going into this match she knows everyone has more experience than her, that will be their advantage but she will make it their only advantage. She has motivation on her side. She’d go beyond what they will do to her in the ring…”
“Ok, continue, this time speak in first person. It’s going to help you get a true sense of the persona you’re creating.”
“Ok...Looking at Andre I can see that he’s unique, he hides behind the world of LARPing. He finds solace in the world that he is able to create and manipulate. That is why he carries the die and the potions with him, even those small objects make him feel like he has control of what happens in the match. Maybe his confidence isn’t the best, this can easily be hidden by the roll of a die, if he rolls wrong he takes a dive and he blames it on a bad roll. He doesn’t have to look any deeper than the game, the life that he is living. He has created a wall and he uses that to his advantage.”
“And how do you plan to use this information to help you?”
“I have to play his game. I have to break his barriers and see the true person that hides behind the mask. Take away the dice, the potions, the game…and what do you have left? You have a man who has taken pain and sorrow and pushed it away until it became nothing more than a nagging thought in the back of his mind. He lives within his own world and by doing that he’s nearly numb to anything that happens, that is where I have to strike. To find the weak spot in his armor and charge is the key to taking down Andre Jensen.”
Chelsea smiles approvingly at the train of thought coming from the newly opened world Ari is exploring, she see’s hints of a fog clouding her vision forcing her to remember the many times her own sense of being was taken over by that deep seated feeling of succeeding.
“Who’s next?”
“DeMarcus Jordan”
“Same as before, tell me about him.”
“He’s cocky, arrogant. He truly believes he’s the best there is and he’s trying his best to make others agree with him. “
“But…”
“But something in his past sticks out so brightly that it’s clear why he acts the way he does. He is like Andre, he too has built a wall but his is carried on the shoulders of his ego. To break his ego is to break the child hiding within the cage.”
“That won’t come easy though, will it?”
“No, he might have a wall but he is strong…his seals are locked tightly and to penetrate them would be suicide to anyone who attempted. The key to beating him doesn’t start with tearing down his walls like Andre, no he has to be approached differently.”
“Differently how?”
“In order to walk through the barrier you have to give it what it wants. DeMarcus thrives on his confidence, in his mind he truly is the best and he doesn’t see the problem with that. To him it’s everyone else that needs to change. To agree with him, to earn his trust, to slide into an area that would otherwise be off limits…that is how you begin to eat away at the shell. But that won’t happen, he knows those tricks and he knows what would come from that. He’s been hurt in the past and that pain is the molten core keeping him from the world, so that is what you must work with. Maybe trust won’t come through the acts of acknowledgement and praise, but instead through the evidence that a shared past links the two together. Everyone has demons in their closet and sometimes instead of hiding them the only way to truly get rid of them is to share. DeMarcus is going to be one of the toughest opponents I stand across from, but knowing that his confidence and character come through from nothing more than a pained history makes it mean less to me every time I look at him. If pain was taken away everyone would be a changed person, but you can’t weight on that pain and use it as an excuse, with him I don’t have to play any games. He is eliminating himself a little bit more each day just by allowing himself to stay chained to his thoughts. That will be his downfall.”
No words come from Chelsea as she simply stares at Arianna who appears to break from a trance before noticing the silence. An expression of worry quickly consumes her features before she runs her own words through her mind as if rewinding everything she said, looking for the point where she went wrong when a hand touches her thigh bringing her back.
“Where has this side of you been Ari? I’ve never heard you talk like this before.”
A small laugh leaves Ari’s pale lips as she runs her fingers through her hair before reaching over to the bedside table on her side of the room. Pulling out the top drawer she retrieves a slightly worn notebook before handing it to Chelsea who opens it only to be greeted by walls of text and various drawings.
“You made this?”
“Yeah, after we left that small company I was starting to miss it. So I started writing down ideas here and there of what I wanted to do once I got the chance.”
“So you’ve had this planned out for that long? Is there anything you didn’t work out before this?”
“Honestly the only factor I had left was convincing you to follow me, which you still haven’t answered that question…will you?”
Looking thoroughly through the notebook Chelsea closes it before glancing back at Arianna who is awaiting her response. Taking a deep breath Chelsea’s attention goes back to the laptop as she searches through the card once more.
“It looks like you have one last opponent we haven’t talked about yet.”
Clearly avoiding the conversation she keeps her eyes from meeting Ari’s, as frustration is beginning to settle in. Forcing her mind to stray from the subject Ari turns back in the bed allowing her head to rest against the wall as she enters her subconscious, this time it comes more easily than before and her thoughts once again before to fall before her like raindrops hitting the ground.
“What do you know about Occulo?”
“He’s similar to the others, actually…we’re all similar really.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Kind of. It means there’s an even ground somewhere within this match, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that’s where it will start. One thing in common isn’t going to make everyone become best friends, if anything it can make enemies shine bright. When one is hurting they often feel like they’re alone, when they see someone else with a similar pain they can either bond or become envious because there’s no way anyone knows how it feels to go through what they have.”
“So what happens if it’s the first option? What would be the best case scenario?”
“Best case scenario? The people in this match, myself included, see these similarities and form a layer of respect. Even the thinnest layer can pull a match from being a complete wash to one of competitiveness and the ability to bring out the best of everyone. Sure it’s not like we’re going to help one another, but there will be that layer to buffer the blow so to speak.”
“And if it goes the other way?”
“If it happens to shift directions and we all see each other as people merely pretending to know the pain of being in such a situation it could turn to a scene of pure brutality. Punches will not be held, moves will be performed with scale breaking power because they will have the mentality of not winning the match, but simply hurting their opponent. In a worst case scenario I imagine a match of pure anarchy.”
“Do you see either of these being likely come Sunday?”
“No, of course I see this match landing somewhere in the middle. See, looking at this match I’ve already came to the conclusion on where my punches should be thrown first. Andre is at the back of my list, a competitor sure but from what he’s shown there’s no fear associated with his name. DeMarcus is a steady opponent but he too only comes in second, I know the power he has and I know his mindset as I already stated. With both of these men I know what they are after and how they intend to reach their goal. The real competitor in the shadows and the one I’m most concerned with is of course the only man I have yet to finish talking about, Occulo.”
“Why are you so worried about Occulo?”
“Because in a way, he’s the most intriguing. One read through his information given to the company and I knew he was going to be a different type of opponent.”
“How so?”
“The opponents I had in our old place, even the other two I look at here, they don’t compare to the amount of anguish that he must hold. I know it probably doesn’t make sense but for some reason when I saw his name, even before I knew what I know now, something told me he would be different.”
“I think I understand what you mean, sort of like something sticks in your mind that tells you no matter what happens you know he is going to be the one to test you. That he’s going to be the person that pushes you to your limits, and from experience let me say you’re on the right track.”
“Exactly. I know he’s held championships in the past, he already has a reputation and credentials to support him in this match. No matter if it is a fatal four or three against one there’s this voice in my mind that tells me to watch him the closest. I just know that if I let him slip anything past me I’m done for, and I can’t allow that to happen.”
“So what do you plan to do about this?”
“I know I have to go about this match differently than I ever have before, I know this is a huge step for someone who has merely a few months’ worth of experience in this industry. I know the cards are stacked heavily against me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up and allow them to eliminate me with ease. They may have the experience but I have a motivation that will help me get where I’m supposed to be. Maybe I’ll reach the top and maybe I won’t but right now the only thing clear is I am getting the chance I have wanted and I’m not about to toss that aside. Come Sunday I intend to walk into Chicago, Illinois and enter that building having the same amount of odds that everyone else does in the company. United Championship Infinite will become my home and the place I grow into the wrestler I know I can be.”
“It definitely sounds like you have this all figured out.”
“You think so?”
“I do…only, you’re missing one thing.”
A look of fear spreads across Ari’s face as she frantically flips through the pages of her notebook trying to find the one detail she apparently missed.
“What did I forget? I thought I had looked through everything?!”
Standing from the bed Chelsea crosses the room before opening the doors to their closet positioned beside the window looking out to the backyard, digging through the boxes scattered along the floor she begins pulling out a small suitcase before walking back to the bed. Setting it in front of her she sits back beside Arianna before turning to look and seeing a look of confusion spread across her face.
“Ok, so I know I told you that you have to find your own voice, and I honestly believe you have already had an amazing start. I know you’re going to be great come Sunday and I’m proud that you decided to take this leap, I know it may not seem like it and you were right. I was afraid of what might happen if you went into that industry again, but you’ve shown me that you’ve really thought this through and because of that I want to show that I support your decision. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I will fully understand but it’s all I can give you right now.”
Opening the lid she exhales deeply allowing her own memories to come to life before she comes back to reality and turns the suitcase towards Ari who gazes down at the silky green material glistening from the light on her table. Standing she pulls the fabric from the case revealing an emerald green cloak with a black underside, sliding it over her bare shoulders she ties the straps before turning and looking into the full length mirror situated on the wall. A smile begins to form on her lips as she pulls the hood up covering her hair and leaving only her green eyes to become one with the cloak. Feeling a hand resting on her shoulder she gazes into the mirror seeing Chelsea standing behind her with her own smile shining brightly.
“Are you sure you want me to have this?”
“If I can’t wear it anymore, I can’t think of anyone better to pass it on to. A lot of stories are wrote within the fabric of this cloak, I got it as a present myself when I first joined the business. I feel it’s only fitting that I do the same to you. I know you feel that you’re on the bottom in that company, but that’s the exact feeling that you use to your advantage and you’ve shown me that you will do just that.”
Turning on her heels Ari faces Chelsea as she brushes the hood back from her face and takes Chelsea’s hands within her own. Brushing her thumb over the top of her hand softly she meets her gaze keeping the smile on her lips.
“So, does that mean you’ll come with me to Chicago?”
“Well…”
“Please…”
“I suppose it wouldn’t be very fair of me to throw you to the sharks by yourself.”
A small laugh leaves her lips as she places a soft kiss against Ari’s lips bringing a giggle to the surface.
“Of course I’m going, I’ll be with you every step of the way and will lend help whenever you need it. I believe in you and I know potential when I see it.”
Hugging Chelsea tightly she can’t bring herself to say words of thank you before she suddenly releases the embrace and glancing around the room.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um, well…you do understand that means we have to pack again…”
“It’s not like we did that much unpacking to begin with, besides I have a feeling it’ll all be worth it in the end. What do you say for now though we get you in some early morning training?”
“And so it begins…”
Another laugh leaves Chelsea’s lips as she wraps her arms around Arianna’s neck gently tugging the hood back over her hair, with a swift movement she finds her legs wrapped around her waist as more laughter fill the room. A couple of steps are taken until clumsiness takes over leading to a fall followed by the lamp being knocked over as the room is sent to darkness as all that can be heard is the laughter from the two women.
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