Post by VooDoo on Oct 22, 2022 22:38:27 GMT -5
Ever since they released the question that would be asked, VooDoo had thought about who she would pick. It’s a question that’s asked of fighters all the time; doesn’t matter which sport it was, wrestling, boxing, MMA, it was always the same.
“If you could fight anyone… living, dead, or fictional.. Who would you pick and why?”
That’s a really good question, Theo. She began. And I’ve thought about it long and hard as I am sure everyone else has, too. I can’t remember the last time it was asked, hell, I am not even sure what my answer was last time. But this time, this time I actually thought about it and I decided that I would go back in time to 1888. Whitechapel district of London’s East End.
She smiled a little.
I would want to fight Jack the Ripper.
She paused for a moment letting her answer sink in a little.
Being that I am in the position I am in, with the Does who work for me at the Velvet Rabbit; especially here in Las Vegas with the brothel, he would essentially be taking away from my business if any of the women he had killed had worked for me. As a business woman, I can’t have that.
She shook her head.
I care about the women and men who work for me because of the fact that they do work for me. They bust their asses to bring in money for the Rabbit. I’ve always lived with the thought that a happy employee is a good one and usually a dedicated one and a one that’s willing to go that extra mile to do a good job. But a dead employee can’t do any job.
She cringed a little bit.
I know that kinda sounds cold and like the only reason I care about them is because they're employees, but that’s just the opposite. Hell, I even have daycares so they don’t have to worry about their babysitter calling them and telling them they'll have to find someone else. Two of those women were married and had children. They were doing the only thing that they could do to help support their families. Much like the Does who work for me.
She paused again.
How would I do it? That’s also a good question, Larry. There are two ways that I could go about this. One…
She held up one of her fingers and smiled.
…which I am sure would be the funniest of the two. I would set up a sting of sorts and use myself as bait. I would walk the streets looking for him. I wouldn’t be having sex with men left or right or anything like that. I don’t have to since the Ripper didn’t have sex with his victims. Just as soon as they whipped out their dick instead of a scalpel, I would humiliate them and send them on their way. If they were small in stature…
She held up her finger and thumb a couple inches apart, you didn’t have to hear the words to know she was talking about the size of their dicks.
…I would laugh at them and tell them it wasn’t a wonder they were out here paying for sex and that I wasn’t willing to get sullied by something so small and tell them to piss off. If they wore a wedding ring or had the tan line for one…
She held up her left hand with the palm facing the judges, with her thumb she tapped the gold band of her wedding ring.
I would tell him he was a sorry excuse for a husband and to take his stupid ass back to his wife and kids before he meets up with the wrong damned woman and they find him dead in an alley with his pants around his ankles and and no money in his pockets and a great shame on his name that he had been killed by a common whore. But, when the right one finally pulls out a scalpel, that’s when the fun would begin and I would make sure that he never killed another person.
She paused for just a moment and then held up two fingers on her right hand.
And the second one, I could track down the four people that over the years they suspect might be the Ripper and pay them a visit to their houses. They all turned out to be horrible people anyway, people who did horrible things so they weren’t going to be missed by future victims. I would just stroll right on up about tea time and knock on the door. Introduce myself all nice and polite like, you know, I wouldn’t just barrel into them by asking them if they were the Ripper. I would have gain their trust and let them think I was just some poor woman who got lost or something and when I knew that we were alone, that’s when I would strike.
What would I say to him, Boss? She paused and smiled real big.
I would tell him that he finally ran into the wrong damned whore. I would tell him that those women he killed and had yet to kill, had family and friends that cared about them and their lives even if he thought no one did. I would tell him that I was there to make sure he couldn’t do it to anyone else. I would beat him within an inch of his life, roll him over on his stomach and stick a knife in his spine at the perfect spot to nick the spinal cord and Jack the Ripper gets to spend the rest of his days as a head on a stick, thinking about what he did to get in the position he was in.
VooDoo smiled and nodded, satisfied with her answer.
-DING-
The doors to the private elevator to the admin offices at the Las Vegas Velvet Rabbit opened and VooDoo stepped out of the carriage and made her way to the area she had set up for WSOW, proud that not only was she in the event, but that they asked if they could host one of the events at her establishment. She made her way to the backstage area where the wrestlers were all seated and lined up waiting; being the perfect hostess, she made sure that there were comfortable chairs for everyone and the drinks were flowing.
As she walked passed there were polite hellos from some and hugs and kisses on cheeks from others that were considered family. She finally reached the front of the line, just in time to see, ex-sister-in-law, Sarah Wolf, leaving the stage on the other side.
It’s all about timing. She said and winked at Centurion while he was sitting in the “next” position; he smiled and shook his head. VooDoo walked up the three steps to the stage and stood just behind the curtain and got ready to walk out where the judges were waiting to hear her answer.
Next, ladies and gentlemen, a woman who needs no introduction, none other than VooDoo, herself, Candice Wolf-Page.
She ran her fingers through her hair one last time, put on a big smile… then walked out on the stage as the scene faded to black.
“If you could fight anyone… living, dead, or fictional.. Who would you pick and why?”
That’s a really good question, Theo. She began. And I’ve thought about it long and hard as I am sure everyone else has, too. I can’t remember the last time it was asked, hell, I am not even sure what my answer was last time. But this time, this time I actually thought about it and I decided that I would go back in time to 1888. Whitechapel district of London’s East End.
She smiled a little.
I would want to fight Jack the Ripper.
She paused for a moment letting her answer sink in a little.
Being that I am in the position I am in, with the Does who work for me at the Velvet Rabbit; especially here in Las Vegas with the brothel, he would essentially be taking away from my business if any of the women he had killed had worked for me. As a business woman, I can’t have that.
She shook her head.
I care about the women and men who work for me because of the fact that they do work for me. They bust their asses to bring in money for the Rabbit. I’ve always lived with the thought that a happy employee is a good one and usually a dedicated one and a one that’s willing to go that extra mile to do a good job. But a dead employee can’t do any job.
She cringed a little bit.
I know that kinda sounds cold and like the only reason I care about them is because they're employees, but that’s just the opposite. Hell, I even have daycares so they don’t have to worry about their babysitter calling them and telling them they'll have to find someone else. Two of those women were married and had children. They were doing the only thing that they could do to help support their families. Much like the Does who work for me.
She paused again.
How would I do it? That’s also a good question, Larry. There are two ways that I could go about this. One…
She held up one of her fingers and smiled.
…which I am sure would be the funniest of the two. I would set up a sting of sorts and use myself as bait. I would walk the streets looking for him. I wouldn’t be having sex with men left or right or anything like that. I don’t have to since the Ripper didn’t have sex with his victims. Just as soon as they whipped out their dick instead of a scalpel, I would humiliate them and send them on their way. If they were small in stature…
She held up her finger and thumb a couple inches apart, you didn’t have to hear the words to know she was talking about the size of their dicks.
…I would laugh at them and tell them it wasn’t a wonder they were out here paying for sex and that I wasn’t willing to get sullied by something so small and tell them to piss off. If they wore a wedding ring or had the tan line for one…
She held up her left hand with the palm facing the judges, with her thumb she tapped the gold band of her wedding ring.
I would tell him he was a sorry excuse for a husband and to take his stupid ass back to his wife and kids before he meets up with the wrong damned woman and they find him dead in an alley with his pants around his ankles and and no money in his pockets and a great shame on his name that he had been killed by a common whore. But, when the right one finally pulls out a scalpel, that’s when the fun would begin and I would make sure that he never killed another person.
She paused for just a moment and then held up two fingers on her right hand.
And the second one, I could track down the four people that over the years they suspect might be the Ripper and pay them a visit to their houses. They all turned out to be horrible people anyway, people who did horrible things so they weren’t going to be missed by future victims. I would just stroll right on up about tea time and knock on the door. Introduce myself all nice and polite like, you know, I wouldn’t just barrel into them by asking them if they were the Ripper. I would have gain their trust and let them think I was just some poor woman who got lost or something and when I knew that we were alone, that’s when I would strike.
What would I say to him, Boss? She paused and smiled real big.
I would tell him that he finally ran into the wrong damned whore. I would tell him that those women he killed and had yet to kill, had family and friends that cared about them and their lives even if he thought no one did. I would tell him that I was there to make sure he couldn’t do it to anyone else. I would beat him within an inch of his life, roll him over on his stomach and stick a knife in his spine at the perfect spot to nick the spinal cord and Jack the Ripper gets to spend the rest of his days as a head on a stick, thinking about what he did to get in the position he was in.
VooDoo smiled and nodded, satisfied with her answer.
-DING-
The doors to the private elevator to the admin offices at the Las Vegas Velvet Rabbit opened and VooDoo stepped out of the carriage and made her way to the area she had set up for WSOW, proud that not only was she in the event, but that they asked if they could host one of the events at her establishment. She made her way to the backstage area where the wrestlers were all seated and lined up waiting; being the perfect hostess, she made sure that there were comfortable chairs for everyone and the drinks were flowing.
As she walked passed there were polite hellos from some and hugs and kisses on cheeks from others that were considered family. She finally reached the front of the line, just in time to see, ex-sister-in-law, Sarah Wolf, leaving the stage on the other side.
It’s all about timing. She said and winked at Centurion while he was sitting in the “next” position; he smiled and shook his head. VooDoo walked up the three steps to the stage and stood just behind the curtain and got ready to walk out where the judges were waiting to hear her answer.
Next, ladies and gentlemen, a woman who needs no introduction, none other than VooDoo, herself, Candice Wolf-Page.
She ran her fingers through her hair one last time, put on a big smile… then walked out on the stage as the scene faded to black.