Post by Robi "Valkyrie" Mitchell on Apr 14, 2019 23:32:34 GMT
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a Graphic Nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
>>> July 4th, 2012 - Destin, FL <<<
It was the 4th of July. Destin, Florida. It was a hot day and the Mitchell’s had decided to take a vacation down to Widow’s beach house for the week. They had gone down to the public beach that day because later that night the town always had Fourth of July Fireworks down at the pier every year.
They’d gotten down to the beach and picked out the space they wanted and started setting everything up. A blanket was spread out for Robi and Forge and another for Connor and Shanna. Then the guys started to retrieve things from the truck they drove.
Their cooler, a couple of different bags full of snacks and extra drinks. One of the other bags had sunscreen, a couple of Kindle Fires (one for Robi, one for Connor and one for Shanna). And of course, each one of their cell phones.
Once they got everything set up, Shanna headed down to the water to test to see how cold it was. Once she determined that it wasn’t too cold, she came back, stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt to reveal a cute one-piece bathing suit that she’d recently purchased (among others) for the trip.
Shanna: “Water’s nice, Mom. You comin’ down with me?”
Robi looked up to Shanna and nodded.
RJ: “Yeah, I’ll be down there shortly. Just wanna finish getting everything set-up first.”
Shanna beamed a smile at her mom and nodded back.
Shanna: “Ok! See you down there!”
And off she ran and dove into the water when she got deep enough. Robi laughed at her daughter’s antics and shook her head before glancing over to her husband, Forge.
RJ: “She gets that from you, ya know?”
Forge snorted playfully.
Forge: “Hey, she’s gotta get something from me, right? I mean, she obviously got her looks from her momma.”
Robi laughed and threw a towel at him.
RJ: “What… So I’m all beauty and no brains?”
Forge snarked out a gruffy laugh and grinned at his wife.
Forge: “I wouldn’t go all that far. You got some smarts up in you, too, Baby Girl.”
Robi couldn’t help but to laugh at her husband’s quip before turning around to get everything finished so she could join Shanna down in the water for a few minutes. Once it was done, she stood up and removed her cut and hung it on the back of Forge’s beach chair. Then came the shorts and the kicking off of her shoes.
RJ: “You should join us.”
Forge: “Maybe in a bit..”
He said as he cracked open a beer and took a deep drink of it. Robi nodded and headed down to the water and dove in. Just like Shanna had previously.
Fast forward a few hours and Shanna sat her Kindle down and looked up towards the pier.
Shanna: “There’s an ice cream place over on the pier. I’m gonna go get me one.”
She looked at her parents and then Connor.
Shanna: “Ya’ll want anything while I’m there?”
Forge and Robi both shook their heads and Connor didn’t answer. Which prompted Shanna to throw something at him.
Shanna: “Hey, Nerd… Do you want anything? Or do you want to go with me?”
When the ice cold rag hit Connor in the back he kind of yelped and then tossed a glare at his twin sister. Only to throw it back to her.
Connor: “No. Go away.”
Shanna made a face at her brother and stuck her tongue out.
Shanna: “Grumpy Ass.”
Forge: “Hey! Language.”
Shanna looked over to her dad with that, “Oh come on!” look as she pointed to Connor. To which Forge looked back to Shanna with his own, “Yes. Really.” look.
Shanna: “Ugh! Fine.”
And she turned to head up to the pier. Once there, she stood in line waiting for her turn as she put some earbuds in to listen to some music while she waited (the line was really long). What she didn’t hear, or see, was that a group of 4 boys had fallen in a couple of people behind her.
All four were obviously in their mid-to-late teens and all looked like they came from well-to-do families. But the way they acted was is if they could do no wrong. Like everything they touched or wanted was automatically supposed to be given to them.
After a few minutes of the guys harassing the people in front of them, and behind Shanna, they made it so that they were now the ones directly behind Shanna. And Shanna wasn’t paying them any mind as she had her earbuds in listening to music from her phone.
Boy 1: “She’s got a rack on her.”
Boy 3: “Yeah, but dat ass tho!”
Boy 4: (snorts) “Nah, bet she’s some stuck up little Daddy’s Girl.”
Boy 1: “So what? Don’t mean that the Daddy’s Girl’s cherry can’t be busted… Does it?”
Boy 2: “Hey, so long as she gives good head.. Who the fuck cares?”
And as they continued to talk, the line kept moving forward. When it was time, Shanna stepped up to the window, removed one of the earbuds and placed her order.
Shanna: “Vanilla. Waffle Cone, please.”
Boy 2: “I got somethin’ you can lick.”
Shanna’s face scrunched up in disgust and she turned that look at him.
Shanna: “That’s gross. Ew!”
The group of boys burst out laughing and the comments and innuendos only got worse while she was waiting on her order. By the time her order arrived, and she turned to go, one of the boys stayed behind to place their order and the other three (boys 1,2 & 4) stepped out of line to follow her. Boy 2 came jogging up in front of her and stopped her as she was trying to get back to her family.
Boy 2: “Come onnn, we were only teasing you.”
Boy 4: “Yeah. We were only teasing.”
Boy 1: “Besides, we don’t typically like your kind. But for you, we’ll make an exception.”
Shanna stopped and remained quiet. Only to look at Boy 2 in the eyes and sneered at him.
Shanna: “Not like you have a chance with me anyways. Now, do you mind?”
The boys all started to try and tease her about her being an “uppity cunt” and a “Daddy’s Girl”. They then started saying things like, “I bet Daddy hits that every night.” or “What’s wrong? Daddy not giving it good enough?”
And each time that Shanna tried to side-step around them, they’d block her path once again. That’s when boy 3 showed back up. Handing each of them their own cones and joined in on the harassing of the young lady.
Boy 3: “Hey, you ever have 4 at once? We’ll be gentle…”
He laughed darkly and went in on stopping Shanna from leaving. Suddenly, a heavily accented female voice cries out.
Voice: “¿Quiubo, Parce?”
They all turn to find a sixteen-year-old latina girl standing there in a red tank top, faded blue jeans and black boots, her long black hair pulled back in a rough ponytail, grease streaked across her left cheek and a heavy wrench in her right hand.
Woman: “¿Está jincha?”
When Shanna heard someone call out, she turned and seen the young girl and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, someone was going to help her out while everyone else had just walked by without saying a word.
Boy 1 turned and seen the Latina girl and sneered at her.
Boy 1: “Move along ‘chica’.”
He said mockingly.
Boy 4: “Yeah, move along before we add you in on our fun with Princess here.”
Boy 3 broke away from the group and started towards where the Latina girl was. It was then that Boy 2 reached out and grabbed Shanna by the upper arms and spun her around harshly and yanked her back against him.
Boy 2: “Or, you can join us willingly while we pluck this one’s ripe cherry.”
Shanna started trying to fight her way loose and it was easy to tell that she wasn’t strong enough to break Boy 2’s hold on her. Shanna looked over to the girl and it was easy to see the fear in the younger girl’s eyes.
Woman: “¡Hijueputa! ¡Malparidos pelotas! Leave. Her. Alone.”
Boy 3 turns, the smirk from earlier fading slightly.
Boy 3: “Told you to fuck off!”
The latina girl nods as he moves away from Shanna, clearly trying to intimidate the second girl. The latina wastes no time and smashes him in the face with her wrench, knocking him down. Boy 2 moves in, fire in his eyes and the latina girl hits him in the same manner. Boy 2 goes down, bleeding from the mouth, both he and Boy 3 now lying on the ground in a stunned daze.
Woman: “¡Dame papaya!”
The other two boys back off, helping their two friends up and running off. The latina girl nods and then turns to Shanna.
Woman: “Are you ok?”
Case File: NO13April2019 - Open
“We never know where we’re going in life when we’re growing up. Our minds change what we want to be with each growing year. Hell, even in our college years they change so many times that it isn’t until our senior year that we truly find ourselves on the true path of what we are destined to become.”
“The choices we make… The people we allow in our lives at any given time. This is what was meant to be. And very few people understand this. Very few people truly believe that the Fates, or in Norse Mythology, the Norn, control our personal destinies. There are even fewer still that commune with the Norn and seek the path the Norn has cut out for them.”
“You see, we are that few. We are the few that have walked the path of Faith to seek that which the Norn has to bestow upon us. We’ve walked the path that’s wrought with more danger than you’ll ever dream of facing in the ring. We’ve faced the obstacles and the dangers set before us at each and every turn.”
“Our march to Valhalla started many years ago with the forming of The Shieldmaidens. Our march continued while I was locked up and I met the lady who would be my teacher in all things Wrestling. Our march continued with the joining of our first company. We burned a path through their ranks. We continued to burn a path through the wrestling industry. And now.. We’ve come to Divine Wrestling.”
“Could there be any better of a company for us to conquer?”
The screen came to life and Robi was standing at the front of a the group of Shieldmaidens who had joined them. She was dressed in her ring attire of a pair of black BDU tactical pants, a Shieldmaidens T-Shirt, a pair of black tactical boots and her Shieldmaidens cut.
“I will admit, you have a one up on us as you know who we are.. However, until this show, we’ve no idea who you are. All we know… Is your someone to be conquered. You are someone to hurt. You are someone to make bleed.”
“And you will bleed. Both of you. Even if you manage to conquer us, it won’t be without shedding blood. It won’t be without us feeling your Life’s Blood and Essence pouring out onto our hands as we bathe in it.”
“We don’t care that you’ve been in Divine Wrestling long before us. Who you’ve faced before doesn’t matter. Who you’ve beaten before.. Doesn’t matter. Who you’ve lost to before… Doesn’t. Matter.”
“It’s who you are facing now that matters. THAT is the path that you’ve been set upon by the Norns. That is the path you MUST walk. You wish to come face to face with us? Your wish has been granted by Odin as he has set forth his Warrior Women of Olde.”
“Can you withstand the onslaught? The storm? Can you walk into the eye of that storm, hold your fist high and curse that which the Gods have set before you? I don’t think you can. I don’t think you can handle the dark path set before you.”
She moved to kneel down before the camera and tilted her head slightly. Smiling darkly as she looked into the lens.
“Tell me… What makes you think you’re worthy of Odin’s attention? What makes you believe that you can conquer his Chosen?”
She reached for the camera and picked it up.
“Just remember, Pretty Little Fliers... Just remember.. One… Thing.”
She stands up and lifts the camera high above her head to show the women gathered.
“Maidens do not die easy… We just die bloody.”
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