Post by VooDoo on Nov 20, 2022 23:54:00 GMT -5
The scene fades in as it usually does, compliments of our faithful cameraman, and we’re in the kitchen of the small penthouse apartment that Candice “VooDoo” Wolf-Page has off of her office. Chris Page, VooDoo’s husband, is at the kitchen counter pouring an oversized cup of coffee and making it just the way she likes it; half the time they are living in different time zones and it was one of the ways he showed her how much he loved her.
You remember the rules, right? Page asked as he turned to the camera; which was a pair of Rayban Stories on the face of our cameraman, Curtis.
Don’t speak to her until after the coffee. Page nods and puts the cup of joe on the tray.
She made it back from the family get together at Parts Unknown early this morning so she might be a little more rough around the edges, but I had the kitchen send up breakfast. He pulled the silver dome off the plate revealing cathead sized biscuits smothered in sausage gravy with fried eggs. Looks like shit, but it will soothe the savage beast. He covered it back up and picked up the tray and made his way down the small hallway to the still darkened bedroom and walked over and placed the tray on the nightstand next to the table. Time to wakey-wakey, love.
The lump under the sheet groaned softly as Page made his way over to one of the curtains and opened it halfway, letting some sunshine in. He walked back over and took a hold of the sheet and slowly pulled it down, revealing a tangled mass of red hair, followed up a make up smeared face and then a black tank top and arm, which he grabbed and pulled VooDoo into a sitting position and pushed her feet into the floor.
Nnooo… She whined, her eyes still closed.
Yyess… Page turned to grab the cup of coffee and VooDoo fell sideways with her head back on the pillow and was reaching for the sheet, when Page grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into a sitting position. Oh no you don’t. He turned to the camera and chuckled. My wife, ladies and gentlemen.
Yes, your wife.. Ladi… His words finally hit her and she cracked one eye and looked around until she looked directly into the camera at Curtis and realized they weren’t alone. You’re both assholes. She got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, scratching her right ass cheek with one hand and flipping them off with the other.
The tattoos on her fingers are her morning reminder of how she’s supposed to behave. He smirked as he referred to the words Lady and Like on her fingers as he took a seat on the bed and lay back on her pillows. After a few minutes, VooDoo emerged from the bathroom, shaking the water from her hands and drying them on the end of her shirt, because it was just too early to bother with hand towels. As she rounded to her side of the bed, she eyed Page’s shoes and where they were. They are NOT on the bed.
She said nothing as she grabbed her coffee and took that first long drink, eyes closed as she savored its taste as it slid down her throat. She picked up her cell phone and as she went to sit on the bed, Page bent his legs out of the way, because she was sitting and if she sat on his legs, so be it. She scrolled silently through her messages until she found one from WSOW about Event #7; she opened it and read through it.
Splat TV episode, detailing our lives. She looked at the camera. I am assuming that’s why you’re here? There was a nod of the camera. They weren’t happy with just a day? A shake of the camera. She kept reading the message. Got to admit, that’s a pretty cool SUV, the way we travel, we could use it.
So, what are you thankful for Mrs. Wolf-Page? Page said as he kicked back and lit the blunt that was on the serving tray.
I think we know that every time we get together. She gave him a wink and sly smile. She then paused for a moment before she grew serious with her answer. I am thankful for my kids and my families; both of them. Doctors told me I would never have kids, but I have 3 perfect little devils, the Wolf and Black families; because I know despite their fighting; they would kill someone over the kids… just like I would any of theirs. She looked at Chris and smiled. I am thankful that my husband decided to marry me after all, especially after waking up next to me a few times and seeing what I look like of a morning.
I’m pretty sure that was tequila that decided I should marry you. Page teased, causing VooDoo to reach over and give the inside of his thigh a hard pinch enough to make him cuss her. And I don’t regret one single second.
Mhm. She smiled. I am thankful that I saw a dream in the Velvet Rabbit and made it a reality. Hell, I am thankful it’s thriving. I’ve given over 5,000 people jobs and made the Rabbit so much more than just a strip club…
Both Pages looked at each other and said at the same time… Titty Bar! And then laughed.
I am thankful for the outside investments I’ve made to where I can afford to… VooDoo stopped talking as her cell phone rang and one of her Does’ names popped up, Tastee. It was back during the Cannabis Cup time when VooDoo gave her the private cell number and told her to call her in an emergency. VooDoo pressed accept and hit the speaker button. What’s going on?
He hit me. She yelled; in the background you could hear the muffled yelling and throwing things around behind closed doors. I told him that was it and started packing.
VooDoo was at her feet and making her way to the walk-in closet. Where is he now?
He’s in the living room. Me and the baby are in the bedroom. I’ve got the door locked and blocked like you told me to. I’ve been packing. I just need..
A way out of there. I’m on my way.
VooDoo disappeared in the closet and less than 5 mins later she was walking back out, having slipped into jeans and chucks and calling it being dressed. She slid her cell in her back pocket and grabbed a hair tie from the dresser, told them to come on as she raked her fingers through her hair and began to braid it as she started for the front door.
I guess that’s our cue to follow. Page said as he bounced off the bed and started after his wife.
The scene slowly faded to black as Curtis followed them out… …what was mere seconds for the viewer was almost 45 mins for VooDoo and company, giving her quite enough time to stew in her juices. Page had tried a couple of times to get VooDoo to have a drink to calm down but she wasn’t having anything to do with it. She wanted her anger unquenched by the time she got there. Page's driver pulled the car into the apartment building where Tastee was living and he didn’t even have the car in park before VooDoo was out the back door with the cameraman in tow.
Keep it running. Page told the driver before he got out. And be ready to drive.
Outside the apartment, VooDoo could hear him inside still raising hell and yelling; she had hoped he would have calmed some before she got there, but he hadn’t, still didn’t stop her from knocking on the door as if she was NYPD. Seconds later, the curtain on the window beside the door moved.
This bitch here again. His voice yelled out. I can’t believe you fucking called her again. Imma tell this bitch to mind her own business. With that, he snatched open the door.
I’m about to show you bitch.
Before VooDoo could do anything, Chris Page planted his foot in the center of the man’s chest and sent him flying back into the living room of the apartment. He had decided on the way over that if anyone was going to go to jail for beating someone’s ass, it was going to be him, if anything for the pure sake of her kids. While Page handled the baby daddy, VooDoo made her way down the hallway to a door that looked like it had seen its better days with multiple punch holes in it.
Tastee, it’s me, VooDoo. Open the door. On the other side was the sound of a couple of slide bolt locks and dresser being moved out of the way. Once the door opened VooDoo stepped in and looked around. There were 3 bags on the bed and two trash bags on the floor in front of the bags. Do you have everything you need? Important papers and such?
All that stuff is at the bank. I got me a box like you suggested. She nodded with a half smile. I done told him, Ms Wolf, that was it. That was the last time. I ain’t putting up with his shit no more.
And you shouldn’t have to. VooDoo looked at Curtis. Grab some bags, let’s get them out of here.
They made their way back down the hall to find the baby daddy on the floor in the kitchen being pinned to the floor with one of the chairs and Page sitting on the chair. Just as soon as baby daddy saw Tastee he began blabbering about what she was doing to their family. And that’s when Tastee lost it on him.
You don’t tell me what I’m doing to the family; all this time I’ve been asking you and begging you and pleading with you to stop and to change, and you laugh. Well, I am tired of it and I’m doing what I have to do to save the family… my family. She held tight to her son for emphasis. If I have it my way, you’ll never see him or us again.
Tastee, why don’t you go on to the car. Don’t forget the car seat. The whole time she smiled. I need to have a word with him.
Yes, Ma’am. Was all she said as she nodded her head and turned around and grabbed a couple of the bags.
Once Tastee was out of the apartment, VooDoo lost her smile and squatted down beside the man and looked at him and shook her head.
You know, I can make Tastee’s wish come true, you know. She paused for dramatic effect. You know the one where you’ll never see them again.
I know all about you, Captain Save-A-Hoe helping women disappear with their kids.
Oh, honey.. A smile came across her face. You have it all wrong, I’m not going to help them disappear… She leaned down a little bit closer to him. I’ll make YOU disappear. The smirk that was on his face quickly disappeared as her words set in. Curtis muted the mic as VooDoo continued to talk to him. We can only image the words she said to him but from the look of horror on his face and the look of almost admiration on her husband’s face clearly gave a clue that her threats must have been impressive. When she patted him on the chest and stood up, Curtis unmuted the mic. The choice is yours, so choose wisely.
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the apartment, Page and the cameraman grabbed the rest of the bags and followed behind her, but not before Page got one last step on the baby daddy’s chest, twisting the heel of his boot in as deep as he could. Page looked at the camera. Bet you thought this was going to be a boring gig, didn’t you.
I’d be down for a permanent gig if one comes available. They piled the bags they were carrying in the trunk of the car and Page slammed it shut. I’ll even learn how to make her coffee for her.
The scene slowly fades to black as Page and Curtis the cameraman get into the car… and what again is mere seconds for the viewer, has been almost an hour and a half as we fade back in and we find ourselves at the Colony Building, right around the corner from the Velvet Rabbit in New York City. VooDoo had purchased it and the building the Rabbit was in from the same buyer who had been looking to offload them both cheaply. Some of the Does and Bucks lived there, some with their families; it was one of the perks of working at the Rabbit.
They were in a 3rd floor apartment, 2 bedrooms and a bath. It was sparsely furnished with everything a person would need if they didn’t have anything, which was basically Tastee’s situation with the 5 bags she made it out with. VooDoo and Tastee were in one of the small rooms that had been set up with a toddler bed and toys and Christian was in the floor playing with some of the new toys as well as the ones Tastee managed to stuff into one of the trash bags.
I just don’t know what to say. Tastee said for the hundredth time. I mean, when some of the other Does were talking about how you take care of your people, I never thought all of this. She motioned around the room.
VooDoo took a deep breath and looked at the camera, before looking back at Tastee.
My first husband, Cancelliere, he wasn’t a good man. She started. There were times when we didn’t see eye to eye on things and there would be fights; and if you’ve seen two wrestlers in the ring, it’s how some of ours went. At the beginning, everything was all sugar and spice and everything nice, and about the middle of it, I found out he was all snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, by the end; I felt trapped and I vowed I would never feel that way again and that if I got a chance to help someone else. She smiled. So, here we are.
As soon as I can, I’m gonna save up enough money and get out on my own.
Don’t be silly. VooDoo smiled. You won’t find anything cheaper, the school district is good and Central Park is across the street. Plus there’s armed security on the door downstairs. Really, a couple of the Does have been living here for years.
Tastee said nothing for a moment, then she burst into tears and grabbed VooDoo and pulled her in tight for a hug. VooDoo held onto her and rubbed her back and let her get it all out, because sometimes, you just need a shoulder to cry on. Once she was done, Tastee stepped away from her, eyes all swollen and red, VooDoo with a wet spot on her shirt where it caught her tears.
Aw, man. Tastee said with a groan and wiped the tears away.
What’s wrong?
I forgot my favorite wig.
Girl, get away from me. VooDoo gave her a playful shove. I’ll buy you a dozen wigs. She shook her head. Damned wig, looks like you should have kept that in that bank deposit box.
I don’t have to worry about that now though. Tastee stood with her back a little straighter than it had been in months. I’ve got a great job, a great place to live now. I don’t have to worry about HIM being in one of his moods. I’m gonna be alright. She looked down at Christian, who was oblivious to the conversation going on. We’re going to be alright.
Yes, you are. VooDoo said with a smile as they both turned and walked back into the living room of the apartment, where Page had been sitting and waiting for them. As soon as they came into the room, he stood up and went to the door to wait for his wife. I’ll drop some money in your checking account just as soon as I get back to the office. There are things like toilet paper and paper towels and cleaning supplies here, but nothing food wise. There’s a grocery store right around the corner, it’s open 24/7 though.
I just don’t know what to say, Mrs Page. Tastee looked like she was on the verge of another round of tears.
You’ve already thanked me enough, hun. VooDoo smiled. Besides, my shirt is almost dry.
With a round of goodbyes from everyone, the scene slowly faded to black as we see Tastee closing the door to the apartment, where she and her son, Christian are about to start their new life…. Again, through the magic of the cameraman, the scene slowly fades back in, what has mere seconds for us, was half an hour later and we are in VooDoo’s office on the top floor of the Velvet Rabbit. She was sitting behind her desk with her laptop out and she was clicking away. Page pulls out a blunt for the batch already rolled in a hidden drawer in the coffee table and lit it up, he walks it over to Curtis, we see his hand come into view and take it and bring it to his face and take a hit before handing it back to Page.
Don’t tell no one. Page smirked knowing darn well it was going to make the airwaves. He made his way over to VooDoo and handed her the blunt and then looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing. She was transferring money into Tastee’s account like she said she was. Drop her in 5gs from me, too. VooDoo looked at him with a smile. She’s gonna need clothes, he’s gonna need clothes… diapers and that shit that comes with kids. You’ve got three, you know they aren’t cheap.
Look at you, turning into a Mr Softy. She teased him.
Just when I see my wife so passionate for something. He kissed the top of her head and made his way around to the other side of her desk and sat down. He went to put his feet on the desk when he caught VooDoo’s eye on him and he lowered the back down. Just checking to see of you were paying attention.
I was. She smiled.
You were. He smiled back. I have a question for you, Candice?
What’s that, love?
What do you think would have happened if he broke in that door? He handed her the blunt and watched as she leaned back into the chair and took a hit.
I don’t know? I would hedge my bets on him beating the shit out of her… or even worse. It was then that she thought about the grand prize for Event #7, the SUV. She could be instantly someplace she needs to be, like today. You know, with everything that I own, I don’t know if I deserve to have that vehicle, but man, I sure could have used it today. I could have been there instantly instead 45 mins later. A vehicle like that could change my life, I could see my kids off to school, do daily rounds at both the Rabbits and be home to tuck them in bed.
And after you tuck them in bed, come see me in Vegas.
Or wherever the hell you are traveling at.
Hey, now… I cut that out. He smirked a little. Mosty.
Like I said, I don’t know if I deserve it… but it would sure come in handy.
We can always talk to Kayfabe Airlines and see if there’s a chance we can get one made?
There’s always that. She paused for a moment as she remembered something. You know what? I never got to finish my coffee.
Page looked over to Curtis standing over in the corner. Come on, kid, let me teach you how to make the Beast’s coffee.
I heard that. VooDoo said with a smile
You were meant to. Page told her with a smile as he got up and leaned in and gave her a kiss.
The scene faded to black for the last time as we followed Page through the hidden doorway leading into the apartment on the other side.