Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney vs. Sean Michael Prime

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 word max per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Thursday, May 23, 2024

[eavanmaloney]

May 16th, 2024
Krigarakademin (Warrior Academy)
Howell, NJ

Today would not be a typical Thursday. Usually, it was emails and requests to sort through before an hour at the shooting range, followed by her cardio and strength training classes. Today would be the day of the month she loved most. As she stood in her office watching the newest students go through their orientation, Eavan “Sykobitty” (aka Bitty) Maloney picked up a shoebox and looked through its insides. She laid its contents on her desk as the Devil’s Doves’ newest acquisition, a woman Bitty called Elle Gigante for her size and intimidating demeanor, entered the room with a long bag on a hanger. The woman stood easily six two, weighing a solid two-twenty of muscle and ink as opposed to Bitty who wouldn’t hit five feet on flat feet. A potential Prospect, Bitty had tasked her to get a suit for her - a suit that would be needed soon enough.

Sykobitty: You can lay it on the chair, thank you. Please, stay for a minute. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. What is your name?

The much-larger woman tapped her neck and shook her head.

Sykobitty: You… you can’t talk?

Again, the woman shook her head. She motioned for a pen and paper and Bitty obliged her with a yellow pad and pens. The woman sat down and motioned to Bitty to sit with her. The woman scribbled fast and in point form and handed it back to Bitty.

Sykobitty: Julia Hammett, 26. Victim of an attem… am I reading this right?

The woman, now known as Julia, slowly nods her head, obviously trying to hold back tears.

Sykobitty: Got the neck tattoos to cover the scars. Oh, you poor dear. May I ask who?

Julia takes the pad back and scribbles a name.

Sykobitty: Jerome Patisse, ex-boyfriend. And where is he now?

Julia looks around nervously.

Sykobitty: Honey, you’re with the Doves. We’ve had to, shall we say, cleanse the gene pool a little? That’s what the suit you brought me’s for. I’m going up to visit an old friend and to get him out of hospital, well I need to become Ellen Shapiro, special counsel for the SVU. Then I’m bringing him to one of my special places not far from here and him and I are going to talk before I send him south as gator food. So, no worries about anything here, ok?

Julia smiles for the first time before taking the pad again and this time, there are no bullet points. Julia is writing like a mad woman before handing Bitty the pad back, this time with a sense of pride. As Eavan reads the story, she cocks an eyebrow and chuckles.

Sykobitty: You are going to fit in here just fine. How did you hear of us?

Julia motions with her fingers C and J and Bitty shrugs.

Sykobitty: Maneater probably has the strangest friends of all of us, but she’s good people. I think when I come back from my hunting trip, I’ll have to get everyone together. I usually have squabs stay at that level for awhile, easily six months if not more. I will personally make sure you don’t stay there that long. I heard what you did up north and I’m impressed. Hearing your story and what you’ve done to be stronger despite it is truly commendable. That is, if you want to be here, of course.

Julia nods emphatically and gets up and Bitty follows. Julia opens her arms and Bitty meets her and gives her a hug, her head and shoulders practically disappearing in Julia’s arms and chest.

Sykobitty: So, what should we call you?

Julia picks up the pad and scribbles something quickly and turns it around, looking sheepish.

Sykobitty: No more Elle Gigante, got it.

Julia writes something down again and shows Bitty.

Sykobitty: What, like the character from Monsters Inc?

Julia nods again, a big smile on her face.

Sykobitty: Yeah, name fits. Hey, question for you. Afraid to fly?

Julia shakes her head no.

Sykobitty: Good. We’ll need to get you fitted for a suit, like, now. You’re coming with me. Rule #1.

Julia tilts her head, like she’s looking for an explanation.

Sykobitty: Right. Rule #1, nobody goes alone. Rule #2, no drugs. I’m going to assume based on your physical shape that isn’t an issue?

Julia quickly shakes her head.

Sykobitty: Good. Hope you don’t mind speed, I drive like a lunatic.

Julia smiles, points to herself and Bitty, then crosses her fingers.

Sykobitty: This will be the ONLY time I’ll agree to be your DeVito. I like you. We’ll take the Escalade, and thank goodness for tinted windows because we’re already going to get a thousand stares in town.
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May 19th, 2024
Ottawa Hospital, General Campus
Ottawa, ON, Canada

A pair of women dressed in black suits appear at the sliding door of the patient’s room. On a chair beside the door sits a police officer.

Officer: Can I help you ladies?

Sykobitty: We are here to extract Mr. Terry Jones and take him into custody. We were told you were expecting our arrival a couple of days ago. I must apologize, you know how legal matters can get tied up easily nowadays.

Officer: May I see some ID?

Sykobitty: Absolutely.

Bitty and Sully produce two FBI badges and flash them at the officer, as well as a business card that Bitty hands to the officer.

Sykobitty: I’m sure if you need to contact our office, someone will confirm that we are who we say we are.

Officer: Other than the fact we weren’t expecting women to be doing the transfer, everything appears on the up-and-up. I guess when you have counsel like your colleague there, you’re in good hands.

The officer looks up at Sully who simply smiles back.

Sykobitty: We have a plane waiting at a private hangar near the airport if you would like to escort us and Mr. Jones. I’m afraid we had to hand over our firearms to YOW Security upon arrival. We were told they would be in good hands. The hospital staff should have already received the order to discharge. Miss Sullivan, if you can get Mr. Jones there a wheelchair, it will make leaving considerably easier.

As Sully gets the wheelchair, the officer gets Terry out of his bed.

Jones: Where are you taking me?

Officer: You’ve been asked to return to New Jersey. Hope you enjoyed your stay.

Bitty stifled her chuckle as the officer pushed the chair with Terry in it to the elevators and out of the hospital. Terry was cuffed and placed in the police car while Bitty and Sully got into the Escalade.

Sykobitty: Shit, this is going smoother than I thought. Something’s about to go sideways.

As the two vehicles make their way to the airport, Bitty’s phone rings. Cristina “Topino” DiStefano, Road Captain for the Devil’s Doves.

Sykobitty: What’s up, Crissy?

Topino: Ottawa Police is checking on Shapiro and Sullivan.

Sykobitty: As expected.

Topino: No, they’re searching online. FBI databases and shit.

Sykobitty: Still not seeing where the concern is.

Topino: Shapiro and Sullivan aren’t real!

Sykobitty: No but the Peltiers are and I’d already thought of that. Shapiro and Sullivan appear JUST enough to come off as special counsel. We also got a rental when we arrived, so outside of a few internet searches, there ain’t much they can do.

Topino: You bitch.

Sykobitty: Love you too, Cap. ETA 20 to the airport, we’ll be in the air within 5 of that. We’ll see you when we get back.

Topino: How’s the new girl holding up?

Sykobitty: She’s a damn chatterbox. Ain’t shut up since we left.

Sully nudges her and smiles.

Sykobitty: Nah, honestly? Shit’s been smooth. Think we might have surprised our boy in blue but other than that, no wrinkles or nothin’.

Just as Bitty finishes that thought, the SUV is surrounded by police cruisers. They yell to Bitty to pull over and she does, and both women step out of the SUV.

Sykobitty: What seems to be the problem?

Officer: You are both under arrest for impersonating a federal agent.

Sykobitty: Officer, I assure you we are exactly who we have said we are. We are special counsel within the FBI to take in people who are guilty of child trafficking. Mr. Jones has a record, and if our intelligence is correct, you just recently raided his wrestling school he was running illegally here in Ottawa seeing as he is still a resident of New Jersey. Therefore, he falls under OUR jurisdiction.

The officers look at one another, confused.

Officer: Ma’am, that information was never released publicly.

Sykobitty: Then how would I have known about that if I did not have the credentials I do?

Officer: Your credentials were flagged.

Sykobitty: As they should have been. Our task force does not allow us to use our proper names should a breach occur. You searching us in the databases caused such a breach. Due to the nature of our work, we work under anonymity, and therefore we do not use our real names. Now, can we please proceed to the airport?

Officer: Apologies, ma’am.

Sykobitty: This isn’t the first time we’ve run into this problem, but it’s one we are used to. No apologies needed. However, at this juncture, prudence and efficiency is.

As the officers leave, with most cars doing u-turns to return to city proper, a couple of cruisers create a motorcade with full sirens, allowing everyone to arrive at the hangar quickly. A couple of the Dragons are dressed as agents and they remove Terry from the cruiser and place him inside the plane. As Sully enters after them, Bitty talks to the officers.

Sykobitty: Thank you again for your assistance in this matter. You can rest assured that Mr. Jones will never set foot on Canadian soil again.

Officer: Apologies again for earlier.

Bitty puts her hands up.

Sykobitty: I have heard more than enough apologies today to last me awhile. Drive safe, and thank you for your service. I hope this is the last time we’ll have to meet like this.

Bitty enters the plane and it immediately taxies and into the air. Eavan removes her wig and tilts her head back in her chair, talking to Sully but looking up in the process.

Sykobitty: You stayed calm in the face of adversity. Congratulations, you passed.

Bitty brings her head back up in time to see an angry Sully holding a sheet of paper in front of her.

Sykobitty: Yes, very much so. The cops knew who we really were, I tipped them off to everything the day you and I first spoke. We could have showed up in full gear and you could have thrown Terry right over your shoulder and walked out of the hospital with him. However, I wanted to see how you’d do in a scenario you’ve never been in, and you aced it.

Sully scribbles something else.

Sykobitty: What now? Watch.

Bitty undoes her seatbelt and walks to the back of the plane where Terry has been sitting with a hood over his head and the two Dragons on both sides of him. Bitty gets up on the seat in front of Terry and pulls the hood off of him.

Sykobitty: Hey, baby, remember me?

Terry looks at her for a second before realizing who she is.

Jones: You set all this up? You know all you had to do was call.

Sykobitty: Oh, this isn’t a social call, Terry. I know what you’ve been doing since you disappeared on me. Wait, I forgot, I disappeared on YOU. Well, saved myself from you is more accurate, isn’t it?

Jones: What do you want?

Sykobitty: I want you to suffer, Terry. I want you for the rest of this flight to reflect on the people you’ve hurt. The girls you drugged so you can mold them and get them dependent on you like you did to me. I want you to find a reason for me to show you mercy. And, to be honest, you’re uglier than I remember you being, you should keep the hood on.

Bitty puts the hood over his head and walks back over to where Sully is sitting.

Sykobitty: NOW… we enjoy the ride. And when we get home? It’s playtime.

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Greetings, Sean. Name’s Eavan.

I know all about you. I know what you did, and why you did it. Now, I ain’t going to treat you as a lesser person because you spent a dozen years in the clink. You did the crime, and you did your time, ain’t no reason to punish you further for that.

So when are you going to stop punishing yourself?

When are you going to allow the mind to follow the body out from behind those bars?

I get it. For a dozen years, you didn’t have to make a decision. You got your three square, maybe you got lucky and you got to call home. Maybe you even managed to get someone on the outside to send you money for commissary. I don’t know how you spent your time inside, but I know what it turned you into.

A caged animal. And I guarantee you and I have a much different definition of that.

You aim to be feared, but you’re no longer feral. You’ve been… domesticated. Needing the care of another because you’d be lost. You forgot how to live.

You forgot what it meant to be free because in your head, in the darkest recesses of your mentality, you are still caged.

Bound and chained and broken.

Twelve years away from civilization can break a man. I’ve seen it personally. I’ve walked the floors of prisons, been in the cell blocks with the seemingly most hardened and yeah. Inside those walls they are king. With no cares in the world because the basics of life are taken care of. So they get to talk big, or they bully the new fishes coming in. Outside in the real world? They’re fucked.

The minute they have to do for themselves what was done FOR them for so long? They crack, they crumble, they fail and they fumble. Some even go back because they need that routine.

I look at you and I can see that age and life inside have broken you more than maybe you want to admit. You came to SCW hoping to change your fortune and how has that worked out so far? Oh and four now? Damn. What was it you said about my sister-in-law Crystal Hilton? Oh right. You haven’t done anything noteworthy.

I’m guessing the pot met the kettle backstage and got goozled afterwards, right? Or are you going to continue to make yourself look like a big deal because I ain’t buying it. You ain’t inside, but you haven’t figured that out yet.

And if it sounds like maybe I’ve spent some time inside as well? Nah, but I have friends who have. Friends that, like you, didn’t have a direction. They were out, and lost, and overwhelmed but now they have a purpose again. Like I said before, I’ve been inside. I’ve talked to a few men and women and listened to their stories. Even helped a couple get out sooner because I believed them, and believed IN them.

So, yeah, I’ve seen folks like you. Hopefully someday you find your way.

I’m going to save you the spiel about me having done nothing here in Supreme Championship Wrestling, because neither have you. This is only my second match in the company, the first one was against a bible thumper who’s gone all Thumper the Rabbit over Serena Frost.

Another man, another sinner, that’s all you are to me, Sean.

Then again, your name makes you sound like a serial killer who sold out to Logan Paul and KSI. AND by the way, not to go off on a tangent, but Prime sucks. Fuck them, and fuck you for making me think about them and their shitty drinks.

Breakdown, we’re going to a place I know very well. Cut my teeth at a few Chevaliers de Colombe wrestling in front of a hundred people back when I was in the indies. That’s Knights of Columbus for those who don’t speak French. The booker there would rent out their halls around town. Small venues, cheap beer, couldn’t argue. Some days I got to eat at Schwartz’s, waiting hours in the January cold for the best sandwich in town, and some days I had to eat cold beans from a can I had to open with a flat-head screwdriver because I couldn’t afford a can opener, sitting in the front seat of my beat-up Toyota Tercel because I’d make no money on the trip. I probably walked and panhandled on the Vieux-Port more times than I can count, but Montreal is still one of my favorite cities in the world. The fans are passionate and loud and there’s no comparison to anywhere else. It was also in Montreal where I won my first-ever match and kick-started a dream ten years ago that I’m fortunate enough to still be able to do today.

It’s funny, I’ve wrestled in front of those fans often over the years in different companies, and every time I’ve come back, I’d get a hero’s welcome. That place adopted me when I was little more than cannon fodder for bigger stars, and got to see me holding gold. Much as Jersey’s home, Montreal’s been just as good. So I look forward to going back.

Sean Michael Prime, jeudi soir, t’es chez nous tabarnak.

[eavanmaloney]

Sean, Sean, Sean, you've disappointed me.

I thought surely with everything I said of you, turning the mirror in your head back onto you would have sparked something.

Gave you something to fight for. Gave you a reason to shut me up, prove me wrong.

Prove YOURSELF... wrong. Alas, that isn't what happened, was it?

Your silence proved me right. You are a shell of a man, and a hell of a fool. You're still mentally within the walls of that prison, and physically too broken to get free.

So, once again, you'll come, bringing a dull shiv to a gunfight.

Pathetic.

I expected more from you. I expected you to find a spine, stand on your own two feet, and tell me with your full chest how full of shit I am, and how you would prove it at Breakdown. I wanted that for you, Sean. I wanted you angry. I wanted you motivated.

Except... I got silence.

I had hoped you would be at least on the level of Wright, but I was so... so... Wrong.

All I can hope is that someone within the company reaches out to you to make sure you at LEAST make the show. I want to be able to be walking around backstage and be told you've arrived. I want you healthy; clean, sober, whatever vices you have I hope you haven't succumbed to them before our match. I want you at your best.

I want to NOT be disappointed. However, I fully expect to be because I already am.

You gave me silence. And in turn, I will finish the job that prison started.

I will break you. Over and over until I am satisfied.

I will make you bleed. I will make you suffer.

I will make you wish you were back on the Block. Selling your ramen and honey buns for protection.

Except, at Breakdown, there will be no protection from me.

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