Post by Lady Munin on Nov 3, 2015 14:26:58 GMT -6
Munin: This must be what it's like to be an alcoholic.
One black on black french manicured nail traced the rim of a shot glass full of whiskey. Maybe things would have been simpler if whiskey was what she was thirsty for.
Greeves: I for one don't know how you do it. You're on of the most blood thirsty people I know, yet how often do you get a hardcore match?
Dark eyes met bright blue across the table, both in silent regard.
Munin: I don't know if I would use the term bloodthirsty; it sounds a bit too savage for my taste.
A sharp bark of laughter escaped her drinking companion. It forced him to set down his drink on the polished wooden table, before he choked on it in his mirth.
One calloused scar ridden hand pushed sandy blonde hair from his face.
Greeves: Really? Am I to understand that you don't consider yourself a little savage in the ring? Come on hun I've known you too long to buy that song and dance.
His cold eyes sparkled with uncharacteristic laughter, as he watched the “Lady” on the other side of the table.
Sure she sat with perfect posture and an air of dignity, but there was that smirk at the corner of her mouth that revealed her shared amusement.
And despite her strict posture, her muscles were relaxed enough to allow sudden fluid movement.
Munin: I consider myself civilized sir, though honestly being civilization is just a higher form of savagery in my opinion.
She slid her glass tumbler to the side of table, and signaled for another drink.
Munin: Brutal ruthless attacks guided by clear strategic thinking, opposed to blind all consuming emotion…
She trailed off as someone pulled out the chair directly across from her, and slouched into his newly acquired chair carelessly.
Munin: Blind emotion makes a person sloppy, and a sloppy fighter does not win matches…
After giving their new companion a sidelong look of disgust, Greeves takes another swig of his beer.
It was obvious that Munin didn't care for the young man, and couldn't blame her. Jake worked for him in a roundabout way, and he wouldn't piss on the little terd if he was on fire. He was a scumbag, in all honesty Greeves just kept him around in hopes that he would get ripped to shreds in the cage.
So far he was proving himself to be a resilient little roach.
Greeves: Speaking of matches I saw that you left Bad Behavior before you saw the final match. Gotta say I was surprised.
He drained his bottle and set it the side by Munin's tumbler.
Where was the damn waitress? He was honestly starting to wonder what he paid these shit heads for.
Greeves: You wouldn't shut up about the show, and that match in particular on Halloween.
Munin rolled her eyes as the server finally came to replace their drinks. Greeves took his bottle and opened it without missing a beat. His tone was laden with mock concern, and his face the picture of sympathy.
Munin: How do you think Deus would feel knowing that his number one fan missed his show...Actually you might just be his only fan.
He laughed at his own shenanigans, before taking another swig of beer. Munin merely shook her head in amused tolerance. Their uninvited table guest seemed to become increasingly agitated at their continued lack of interest in him.
Munin: I got to see Bright Night win her match and I am satisfied with that. I will get to see the whole show the next time I go…
She toyed with her tumbler, her thoughts were obviously somewhere else.
Greeves: Ah yes the lovely rookie you seem to be so proud of. You continue as always to be a creature of contrast my dear. So tell me did Alex Cross actually showing up have anything to do with your sudden departure?
Munin's gaze whipped back to his face in startlement at his question, but it quickly became shuttered.
Munin: No, though avoiding the drama wasn’t exactly a bad thing…
Greeves: Then why give him tickets in the first place.
Munin shrugged with a sigh she couldn't explain it herself.
Munin: I don't know, I guess I hoped it would remind him of what made him get into wrestling in the first place. No matter what he is and isn't to me it's still hard to see him drinking his life away.
She shook her head and fluttered her hand as if to clear away the thoughts.
Munin: It doesn't matter, and I am done talking about Alex with you Greeves. leave it alone.
He harrumphed to himself in disappointment, but let the matter go.That didn't stop him from abruptly switching to safer subjects though.
Greeves: Fair enough. So I saw you are setting out to reclaim the World Title in GZW. How is that going?
Munin: Oh, everything's going according to plan so far, but you never know what tomorrow may bring. That's what makes it interesting, and I'll be facing Kolic...It's always fun to see what he will do.
She brushed back and inky black strand of her hair behind her ear.
Munin: He does seem to be falling into that grey area more often lately.
Greeves: I'm surprised you haven't been more vicious with him. It wasn't too long ago that you were verbally tearing the man to shreds.
That drew a chuckle from the asian beauty. It was true not to long ago she was assaulting Kolic on the air waves on a regular basis, but in all honesty you could only beat a dead horse for so long before your arm got tired.
Munin: I think Kolic likely tears himself up enough at this point. There would be no point, he is dangerous though in his own right...Then the is Joshua, it will be interesting to see what happens if he makes it to the finals. He considers himself an underdog, but I see him more as a wild card.
Jake continued to make rude snorts of derision and roll his eyes. He was obviously irritated when even slamming his bottle on the table failed to garner a reaction from his table mates. It did earn him a dirty look from the serving girl, but that was about it.
Greeves: Welll if you're bored you could take a spot in my main cage fight tonight. You can take his place…
Having said this Greeves gestures lazily towards the petulant young man beside them. Jake sat for a moment in utter shock at the words.
Munin however didn't even waste a glance in his direction.
Munin: Thank you Greeves, but you don't have anyone worth my time on your roster at the moment.
Greeves bowed his head with an amused smile, while Jake began to sputter beside him.
Greeves: No worries I understand. Besides if you ran fights for me on top of everyone else, you wouldn't have time for Jericho and Travis.
Jake finally came out of his shock at this point, and after slamming his fist on the table he actually snarled at the small woman across from him.
Jake: That's it you lil c#nt! I've had enough of your mouth! WHAT GIVES YOU THE WRITE TO RUN YOUR BITCH MOUTH?
Munin shook her head at Greeves who was looking at the nearly salivating young man with unfiltered fury.
Jake: You think that you are better than me? Why because you can spin a pretty promo and get put over in the ring in some big company? You are no different than any other wrestling bitch.
He spat on the floor after saying, but he obviously wasn't done. Munin's continued calmness just seemed to push him into a deeper rage.
Jake: Everyone knows that you're all just tits in the ring, and the only way you got there was on your knees and back. I wouldn't be surprised if you were blowing him too. What no response Laaadddy. Well how about that boy you adopted? Teenager isn't he?
Finally a reaction was given though Jake was likely too drunk and too stupid to notice. Her eyes went blank her muscles relaxed and coiled like a snake preparing to strike.
Greeves merely shook his head at the young man's foolishness, as he watched Munin shift her weight in the chair.
Jake, oblivious to just how his words were affecting his health, continued to run his mouth.
Jake: What, sucking company dick and riding your boyfriend isn't enough for you? Did you want some in house teenage cock as well. Does the boy li-
Everything happened in an instant, and Jake never was able to finish his vulgar sentence.
Munin was jabbing him in the throat and slamming his head into the table repeatedly...savagely. In the background the bar was silent except for the modern style jukebox playing S.O.B.
People flinched and looked away as Jake attempted to extract himself, and received a dislocated wrist for his trouble. His wretched scream rang out in the near silence, but no one made a move to help him.
Munin for her part showed no pleasure, no remorse, and no rage except through her very actions. Her lack of emotion was more unsettling than her blind rage would have been.
This was a demonstration of civilized savagery, executed methodically and meticulously by someone fully cognizant of her actions.
Once his face was a bloody mess, she shoved him back into his chair. It hard enough that he toppled out unto the floor, unfortunately for him Munin was not done.
Never one to let a chair shot go to waste, she picked up the sturdy wooden chair, and slammed it over him as he moved to sit up.
Down he went once more, if this was a match Munin would have moved in for the pin at this point...but it wasn't. So instead she threw the splintering chair to the side and placed her steel toed boot on his throat to apply pressure.
Jake of course automatically went to grab her foot but was quickly reminded that his wrist was dislocated. Shock was beginning to take hold of him, and the lack of air was making his vision fuzzy.
Munin: Let me make this perfectly clear...If I ever hear about you, talking about my son in any way shape or form...
She paused for a moment to apply more pressure to his neck.
Munin: This boot is going to kick through the side of your head as if it were a melon. I will personally rip your intestines from your pathetic corpse, and use it to hang you up as a warning to any other pathetic twat that wants to fuck with me and mine. Any left overs will be used as a jump rope…
She let up just enough for him to suck in desperate breaths of air.
Munin:Am I making myself clear? Are you getting the picture or do I need to paint you one in red?
The bloody man nodded his head weakly, not bothering to even try sitting up.
Munin: I'm sorry I can't hear you. I want to hear “Yes LADY Munin I understand.”
Gasping for air Jake frantically nodded his head.
Jake: Yes...Lady Munin...I...I understand.
Munin: Good then we have an understanding.
For the first time she smiled at him, and it was a smile of joyful innocence. It made him sick to see it, it seemed twisted. More so than any smirk or barring of teeth ever had.
She kept smiling at him sweetly even after she delivered a final kick to his ribs that resulted in an audible crack.
She giggled at his scream that vaguely sounded like a why?
Munin: Why? Because I wanted to, and because it will help you remember today's lessons. It's important to remember your lessons, otherwise its a waste of time to learn.
The sound of a phone ringing interrupted whatever she was going to say next.
Munin: Hello?
She tucked the phone under her shoulder with an honest warm smile. Affection bleeds into her voice leeching out the cold.
Munin: So you will be at the airport in the next hour?
She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, as she pulled out her wallet.
Munin: Ok, I'll pick you up. It's silly to rent when I'm in the area.
She flashed a hundred at Greeves who nodded in acceptance as she handed it to him.
She then stepped over Jake’s bloody for, and made her way to the bar to grab their cheapest bottle of tequila.
She seemed pleased at whatever the person on the other end was saying, as she made her way back to Jake.
Munin: Oh stop you like when I win.
She uncorked the bottle and began to pour the bottle over Jake's body. Taking special care to cover the cuts on his face.
This resulted in a myriad of pathetic sounds.
Munin: That sound? Oh it's just garbage, I'm sure you will see it at some point. I'm at Greeves's place right now.
Setting the bottle on the table she takes the phone in hand once more.
She spared a look across the table to meet Greeves's still amused blue eyes.
Munin: Jericho says hi.
Greeves: Tell him I got a spot in the cage for him.
He said this loud enough for Jericho to her, and leaned back in his chair with a wide crocodile grin.
Around them people had begun to go back to their business and the background noise was steadily increasing.
Munin: He says he is getting enough action at home…
Greeves chuckled at his answer but refrained from any comment.
Munin: No I am not saying that. I love you...bye.
She slid her phone back into her pocket, while turning her attention back to a whimpering Jake.
Munin: You truly are pathetic to think that you were even in the same hemisphere as me...what a joke. Oh well whoever you are don't worry about paying for the tequila its on me, though actually I guess it's really on you.
She laughed at her own joke, and retrieved her leather jacket from the back of her chair.
Greeves: Leaving then?
Jaket on she pulled her long dark hair out of the collar to hang behind her.
Munin: Yeah I have a hot date.
This and her goofy grin caused Greeves to groan in disgust.
Greeves: All right then get out of here with that lovey dovey shit. I like you more when you are tearing peoples skin off.
With a final wave and sunglasses in place Munin made her way out of the bar leaving only the vague spicy scent of vanilla and sandlewood behind.
Greeves: Would someone clean this mess off my floor?
One black on black french manicured nail traced the rim of a shot glass full of whiskey. Maybe things would have been simpler if whiskey was what she was thirsty for.
Greeves: I for one don't know how you do it. You're on of the most blood thirsty people I know, yet how often do you get a hardcore match?
Dark eyes met bright blue across the table, both in silent regard.
Munin: I don't know if I would use the term bloodthirsty; it sounds a bit too savage for my taste.
A sharp bark of laughter escaped her drinking companion. It forced him to set down his drink on the polished wooden table, before he choked on it in his mirth.
One calloused scar ridden hand pushed sandy blonde hair from his face.
Greeves: Really? Am I to understand that you don't consider yourself a little savage in the ring? Come on hun I've known you too long to buy that song and dance.
His cold eyes sparkled with uncharacteristic laughter, as he watched the “Lady” on the other side of the table.
Sure she sat with perfect posture and an air of dignity, but there was that smirk at the corner of her mouth that revealed her shared amusement.
And despite her strict posture, her muscles were relaxed enough to allow sudden fluid movement.
Munin: I consider myself civilized sir, though honestly being civilization is just a higher form of savagery in my opinion.
She slid her glass tumbler to the side of table, and signaled for another drink.
Munin: Brutal ruthless attacks guided by clear strategic thinking, opposed to blind all consuming emotion…
She trailed off as someone pulled out the chair directly across from her, and slouched into his newly acquired chair carelessly.
Munin: Blind emotion makes a person sloppy, and a sloppy fighter does not win matches…
After giving their new companion a sidelong look of disgust, Greeves takes another swig of his beer.
It was obvious that Munin didn't care for the young man, and couldn't blame her. Jake worked for him in a roundabout way, and he wouldn't piss on the little terd if he was on fire. He was a scumbag, in all honesty Greeves just kept him around in hopes that he would get ripped to shreds in the cage.
So far he was proving himself to be a resilient little roach.
Greeves: Speaking of matches I saw that you left Bad Behavior before you saw the final match. Gotta say I was surprised.
He drained his bottle and set it the side by Munin's tumbler.
Where was the damn waitress? He was honestly starting to wonder what he paid these shit heads for.
Greeves: You wouldn't shut up about the show, and that match in particular on Halloween.
Munin rolled her eyes as the server finally came to replace their drinks. Greeves took his bottle and opened it without missing a beat. His tone was laden with mock concern, and his face the picture of sympathy.
Munin: How do you think Deus would feel knowing that his number one fan missed his show...Actually you might just be his only fan.
He laughed at his own shenanigans, before taking another swig of beer. Munin merely shook her head in amused tolerance. Their uninvited table guest seemed to become increasingly agitated at their continued lack of interest in him.
Munin: I got to see Bright Night win her match and I am satisfied with that. I will get to see the whole show the next time I go…
She toyed with her tumbler, her thoughts were obviously somewhere else.
Greeves: Ah yes the lovely rookie you seem to be so proud of. You continue as always to be a creature of contrast my dear. So tell me did Alex Cross actually showing up have anything to do with your sudden departure?
Munin's gaze whipped back to his face in startlement at his question, but it quickly became shuttered.
Munin: No, though avoiding the drama wasn’t exactly a bad thing…
Greeves: Then why give him tickets in the first place.
Munin shrugged with a sigh she couldn't explain it herself.
Munin: I don't know, I guess I hoped it would remind him of what made him get into wrestling in the first place. No matter what he is and isn't to me it's still hard to see him drinking his life away.
She shook her head and fluttered her hand as if to clear away the thoughts.
Munin: It doesn't matter, and I am done talking about Alex with you Greeves. leave it alone.
He harrumphed to himself in disappointment, but let the matter go.That didn't stop him from abruptly switching to safer subjects though.
Greeves: Fair enough. So I saw you are setting out to reclaim the World Title in GZW. How is that going?
Munin: Oh, everything's going according to plan so far, but you never know what tomorrow may bring. That's what makes it interesting, and I'll be facing Kolic...It's always fun to see what he will do.
She brushed back and inky black strand of her hair behind her ear.
Munin: He does seem to be falling into that grey area more often lately.
Greeves: I'm surprised you haven't been more vicious with him. It wasn't too long ago that you were verbally tearing the man to shreds.
That drew a chuckle from the asian beauty. It was true not to long ago she was assaulting Kolic on the air waves on a regular basis, but in all honesty you could only beat a dead horse for so long before your arm got tired.
Munin: I think Kolic likely tears himself up enough at this point. There would be no point, he is dangerous though in his own right...Then the is Joshua, it will be interesting to see what happens if he makes it to the finals. He considers himself an underdog, but I see him more as a wild card.
Jake continued to make rude snorts of derision and roll his eyes. He was obviously irritated when even slamming his bottle on the table failed to garner a reaction from his table mates. It did earn him a dirty look from the serving girl, but that was about it.
Greeves: Welll if you're bored you could take a spot in my main cage fight tonight. You can take his place…
Having said this Greeves gestures lazily towards the petulant young man beside them. Jake sat for a moment in utter shock at the words.
Munin however didn't even waste a glance in his direction.
Munin: Thank you Greeves, but you don't have anyone worth my time on your roster at the moment.
Greeves bowed his head with an amused smile, while Jake began to sputter beside him.
Greeves: No worries I understand. Besides if you ran fights for me on top of everyone else, you wouldn't have time for Jericho and Travis.
Jake finally came out of his shock at this point, and after slamming his fist on the table he actually snarled at the small woman across from him.
Jake: That's it you lil c#nt! I've had enough of your mouth! WHAT GIVES YOU THE WRITE TO RUN YOUR BITCH MOUTH?
Munin shook her head at Greeves who was looking at the nearly salivating young man with unfiltered fury.
Jake: You think that you are better than me? Why because you can spin a pretty promo and get put over in the ring in some big company? You are no different than any other wrestling bitch.
He spat on the floor after saying, but he obviously wasn't done. Munin's continued calmness just seemed to push him into a deeper rage.
Jake: Everyone knows that you're all just tits in the ring, and the only way you got there was on your knees and back. I wouldn't be surprised if you were blowing him too. What no response Laaadddy. Well how about that boy you adopted? Teenager isn't he?
Finally a reaction was given though Jake was likely too drunk and too stupid to notice. Her eyes went blank her muscles relaxed and coiled like a snake preparing to strike.
Greeves merely shook his head at the young man's foolishness, as he watched Munin shift her weight in the chair.
Jake, oblivious to just how his words were affecting his health, continued to run his mouth.
Jake: What, sucking company dick and riding your boyfriend isn't enough for you? Did you want some in house teenage cock as well. Does the boy li-
Everything happened in an instant, and Jake never was able to finish his vulgar sentence.
Munin was jabbing him in the throat and slamming his head into the table repeatedly...savagely. In the background the bar was silent except for the modern style jukebox playing S.O.B.
People flinched and looked away as Jake attempted to extract himself, and received a dislocated wrist for his trouble. His wretched scream rang out in the near silence, but no one made a move to help him.
Munin for her part showed no pleasure, no remorse, and no rage except through her very actions. Her lack of emotion was more unsettling than her blind rage would have been.
This was a demonstration of civilized savagery, executed methodically and meticulously by someone fully cognizant of her actions.
Once his face was a bloody mess, she shoved him back into his chair. It hard enough that he toppled out unto the floor, unfortunately for him Munin was not done.
Never one to let a chair shot go to waste, she picked up the sturdy wooden chair, and slammed it over him as he moved to sit up.
Down he went once more, if this was a match Munin would have moved in for the pin at this point...but it wasn't. So instead she threw the splintering chair to the side and placed her steel toed boot on his throat to apply pressure.
Jake of course automatically went to grab her foot but was quickly reminded that his wrist was dislocated. Shock was beginning to take hold of him, and the lack of air was making his vision fuzzy.
Munin: Let me make this perfectly clear...If I ever hear about you, talking about my son in any way shape or form...
She paused for a moment to apply more pressure to his neck.
Munin: This boot is going to kick through the side of your head as if it were a melon. I will personally rip your intestines from your pathetic corpse, and use it to hang you up as a warning to any other pathetic twat that wants to fuck with me and mine. Any left overs will be used as a jump rope…
She let up just enough for him to suck in desperate breaths of air.
Munin:Am I making myself clear? Are you getting the picture or do I need to paint you one in red?
The bloody man nodded his head weakly, not bothering to even try sitting up.
Munin: I'm sorry I can't hear you. I want to hear “Yes LADY Munin I understand.”
Gasping for air Jake frantically nodded his head.
Jake: Yes...Lady Munin...I...I understand.
Munin: Good then we have an understanding.
For the first time she smiled at him, and it was a smile of joyful innocence. It made him sick to see it, it seemed twisted. More so than any smirk or barring of teeth ever had.
She kept smiling at him sweetly even after she delivered a final kick to his ribs that resulted in an audible crack.
She giggled at his scream that vaguely sounded like a why?
Munin: Why? Because I wanted to, and because it will help you remember today's lessons. It's important to remember your lessons, otherwise its a waste of time to learn.
The sound of a phone ringing interrupted whatever she was going to say next.
Munin: Hello?
She tucked the phone under her shoulder with an honest warm smile. Affection bleeds into her voice leeching out the cold.
Munin: So you will be at the airport in the next hour?
She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, as she pulled out her wallet.
Munin: Ok, I'll pick you up. It's silly to rent when I'm in the area.
She flashed a hundred at Greeves who nodded in acceptance as she handed it to him.
She then stepped over Jake’s bloody for, and made her way to the bar to grab their cheapest bottle of tequila.
She seemed pleased at whatever the person on the other end was saying, as she made her way back to Jake.
Munin: Oh stop you like when I win.
She uncorked the bottle and began to pour the bottle over Jake's body. Taking special care to cover the cuts on his face.
This resulted in a myriad of pathetic sounds.
Munin: That sound? Oh it's just garbage, I'm sure you will see it at some point. I'm at Greeves's place right now.
Setting the bottle on the table she takes the phone in hand once more.
She spared a look across the table to meet Greeves's still amused blue eyes.
Munin: Jericho says hi.
Greeves: Tell him I got a spot in the cage for him.
He said this loud enough for Jericho to her, and leaned back in his chair with a wide crocodile grin.
Around them people had begun to go back to their business and the background noise was steadily increasing.
Munin: He says he is getting enough action at home…
Greeves chuckled at his answer but refrained from any comment.
Munin: No I am not saying that. I love you...bye.
She slid her phone back into her pocket, while turning her attention back to a whimpering Jake.
Munin: You truly are pathetic to think that you were even in the same hemisphere as me...what a joke. Oh well whoever you are don't worry about paying for the tequila its on me, though actually I guess it's really on you.
She laughed at her own joke, and retrieved her leather jacket from the back of her chair.
Greeves: Leaving then?
Jaket on she pulled her long dark hair out of the collar to hang behind her.
Munin: Yeah I have a hot date.
This and her goofy grin caused Greeves to groan in disgust.
Greeves: All right then get out of here with that lovey dovey shit. I like you more when you are tearing peoples skin off.
With a final wave and sunglasses in place Munin made her way out of the bar leaving only the vague spicy scent of vanilla and sandlewood behind.
Greeves: Would someone clean this mess off my floor?
