Takeover: Renegades
*DISCLAIMER: THE VIEWS SHARED IN THIS STORY ARE AT TIMES, VERY EXTREME AND UNREASONABLE. HOWEVER, SUCH OPINIONS ARE THOSE ONLY OF THE CHARACTERS, AND NOT THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES. THE CHARACTERS ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, BUT BASED UPON REAL PEOPLE AND EVENTS. THANK YOU AND ENJOY!
We begin in 2013. Velvet Sky is once again, pursuing the Knockouts Championship, the greatest prize in all of women's wrestling. But what she doesn't know is that the advice of just one person could change her life forever.
As Velvet returned to the locker room having lost a title rematch to the seemingly-crazed Mickie James, she was stopped by somebody she didn't recognise. 'Uh hi, are you new here?' 'You could say that. I came to speak to you Velvet.' 'Me?'
'Yes you. Now listen to me – I can see how good you are at wrestling.' 'Oh, thanks.' 'And I know that losing your title must be frustrating.' 'Well it is, yeah, but' 'Join with me then. I can help you to achieve your ambitions. My name is Phil – I'm the lead agent for Renegades Universal Management.'
'What kind of things do you do?' He then smiled to himself. 'Velvet, we are the lead negotiators in all of wrestling. All over the world, we have wrangled title matches for all sorts of people, no matter their stature in a company.' 'Why have I never heard of you or your company then?'
'It's a curious thing – we don't tend to appear on any search engines. But we do have good things said about us from a number of clients.' He then handed Velvet a bundle of papers. 'Listen, I appreciate your offer – I'll have a think about it.' Phil responded by handing her another slip of paper. 'If you want to negotiate, call this number and ask for King.'
'King? An… interesting name.' 'It's what the guys and girls back at the office call me – it's due to my record of recruiting the most successful clients. Look after yourself – I saw that knee playing up.' 'Thanks.' Phil then left, as Velvet watched on, smiling.
Later that day
Velvet was sat in the canteen, when Chris Sabin walked by, and saw her looking at the papers. 'Hey Jamie, what's up?' 'Just looking at this – some agent swung by earlier after my match, he wants me to become his client.'
Chris then took a look at one of the papers. 'This guy certainly seems to know what he's doing.' 'True. I'm just not sure about him – he seemed slightly.. I dunno, weird.' 'Weird how?' 'Just that he appeared from nowhere, they don't appear on any kind of search, and I can't get in contact with any of his clients – I've got the phone numbers of Angelina and Winter, and neither of them are picking up.'
'Perhaps they've changed their numbers?' 'I suppose. I just have a bad feeling about this.' Chris then took the phone number from her pocket. 'This his number?' 'The number of the company it sounds like. That's another thing – he said when I phone up, to ask for King.'
Chris then got up. 'I'm going to give him a ring – arrange a meeting, then see what his place is about. I'll get some info and report back.' 'Thanks Chris.' After they kissed, Sabin walked off, dialing as he did.
The next morning, in Detroit
Sabin arrived in Detroit, and was quickly able to find the building. '63A. Let's go in shall we?' He then walked up to the reception of the bronzed, professional-looking building. 'Hi, I arranged a meeting with King?' 'Certainly, give me a moment.' The woman then looked down at her phone, smiling. 'King, your 11am meeting is here.' 'Thank you, send them in.' She then put the phone down. 'You can go in now. He's up the stairs, Room 26B.' 'Thanks.'
As Sabin walked into the room, it was pristine, white, with four women all dressed exactly the same: black blouse, white suit jacket, white trousers, and white boots. As he walked through, a man, just below 6'5" approached him, clean shaven, with a big build. 'Hi, you must be Joshua Harter, am I right?' 'Yes, but I generally go by my ring name, Chris Sabin.'
Phil smiled. 'Ok Mr. Sabin, right this way.' As Sabin entered the office, the door closed. 'What was that?' 'Sorry, we've been having a couple of problems with the windows – some of them don't close properly.' 'You might want to get that checked out.' 'We are in the process of doing that. Now why don't you tell me why you came here on behalf of your wife?'
'Jamie… sorry, Velvet, is too trusting at times. I want to know all about what you do here.' 'What I do here is I take the best wrestlers on the planet, and I get them the recognition they deserve. I get them pay rises, I get them title shots, but most of all, I get them noticed.'
'Noticed?' 'Noticed. They don't just receive one opportunity, they receive many. They become the faces of their companies. When people sign to us, the higher-ups, the chief executives, the bookers, the agents, all the way up to the owners, they all take notice. They want the people we manage to be promoting their company.'
'Let me guess – because they work for you.' 'No, it's their talent. You could do worse than joining yourself Mr. Sabin – you and your lady are the kind of people we are after. Fantastic wrestlers, great athletes, but who have been pushed down the pecking order due to the bigger stars arriving.'
Sabin then nodded. 'I'll talk to Jamie about it. Thanks for having me.' As Sabin went to leave, the door appeared to be jammed. 'Hey, could you help me get out here?' Phil then stood up. 'I forgot to tell you Chris – you're not leaving until we have what we want.' Sabin was then handcuffed, and lead away.
Two days later
As Sabin walked through his apartment door back at home, Velvet immediately hugged him. 'I was worried sick about you – you weren't answering your phone.' 'I'm sorry, My phone ran out, and I was having some meetings with the guy from that Renegade management place.'
'Oh right?' 'I think it's brilliant. I think you'd fit right in there – he seems passionate about bringing together the greatest wrestlers in the world to do what they do best, and it sounds like he wants to help this company become the best it could possibly be.'
'Sounds exciting I suppose.' 'I brought home a contract just in case you wanted to sign.' 'I'll think about it thanks. It sounds like you've already signed.' 'I said I wouldn't sign until I knew your decision. There's an offer on the table for me though. Get this – they ask for 8% of each date's rate, increasing to 10% if I become a champion within 6 months. And if I'm not a champion in a year, I can get out of the contract free of charge.'
'You seem suspiciously positive.' 'I was wary until I met the guy in person. He seems a bit… grand at first, but he's good when you get to know him.' 'Well I've got two matches tonight – it's the last day of the tapings, and I've got a #1 Contender's match. After that, I'll think about signing.'
That night, Velvet wrestled twice, with Chris by her side. Taking on ODB firstly, she won an even match-up with a schoolgirl pin. Then, later in the night, she had her #1 Contenders match against Gail Kim, but was defeated by the Eat Defeat, leading to Gail receiving a title shot at Slammiversary against Mickie.
As Velvet left the ring with Chris, she pushed her hair back, and looked at him. 'Chris, pack your bags – I'm going to negotiate with R.U.M.' 'Great – I promise you won't regret that.' As Velvet walked off, Chris got his phone out. 'She's coming sir. Packing our bags now. Of course. I'll tell her.'
While they were packing, Velvet seemed excited, wearing a loose black shirt and jeans. 'So you think that he'll cut us a better deal?' 'I reckon so. He seemed excited in the potential of having us both in the organisation. Apparently he could get me a world title shot.'
'Seriously? That would be amazing. I can just see your name in lights – TNA World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Sabin. And I'll probably get another chance at the Knockouts Championship. How long do I need to pack for?' 'Probably a couple of days – they've got a uniform policy there.' 'Cool. I suppose I could wear a nice jacket or something. Will I be wrestling?'
'Probably best to include some ring gear anyway.' Once Velvet and Chris had packed, they loaded their bags into the car, and then drove off. 'Did you contact them?' 'Of course. They are expecting us in about 8 hours.'
The next morning
After booking into a hotel for the night, they were up at the crack of dawn the next morning to go for the meeting. As they entered, Velvet waltzed over to the desk. 'Hey, we're looking for somebody called Phil. He calls himself King?' 'Certainly.' The same woman from when Chris was there made a phone call. 'Hi, we have a Jamie Szantyr here? Certainly King.' She put the phone down, and then stared at the former KO champion. 'He is expecting you – Room 26.'
As the two of them entered the room, they were immediately surrounded by multiple individuals, all wearing lab coats. 'What's going on?' A thick fog then filled the room, and both Chris and Velvet fell asleep, as Phil walked in, wearing gloves and a face mask. 'Ah good, we have what we wanted. Take them both to Lab 2, and give this serum to Chris.'
When Velvet woke up, she had been led into a room with several industrial-sized test tubes dotted around. Chris was sat next to her, smiling, as she panicked. 'What's going on Chris?' Phil then came over. 'Dear Velvet, we have you trapped now.' 'What did you do to him?'
'Seeing as it's happening to you soon as well, there's no harm in revealing I suppose. We brought Chris here on his visit, and… let's say we converted him.' 'How?' 'We injected him – it's one of our many methods of execution. And you will join him now.'
'No! You're not doing this to me! Not now not' Velvet was then injected in the side of the neck by a green fluid, and immediately fainted. 'Put her back in her chair. And don't take your eyes off of her.' 'Yes King.'
40 minutes later
Velvet was awake, but completely different. As she awoke, her eyes were the same colour, but faded. She seemed confused at first. 'Where am I?' Phil then walked over to her. 'Velvet, my name is Phil. Welcome to Renegades Universal Management. You and your lovely boyfriend here both belong to me now. I am your manager, and your master. Now stand.'
She then did that, seemingly not in control of her own body. As she did, her body convulsed in pain, before she looked at him again, a smirk on her face. 'How may I serve you mastet?' 'Together, we are taking over the wrestling universe. I already had one of your… colleagues, so I was already well-set.'
Mickie James then walked in, smiling, with her hair in a high ponytail. 'In a moment, Mickie will introduce you to your new life. First of all though, I want you to sign this contract, and then give me all the details to your bank account. I want account numbers, pin numbers, the lot.'
Velvet then wrote the numbers down, slowly but surely, and signed the contract. 'Good girl. I will see you when you get back.' 'Yes sir.' As she left, Chris smiled. 'Good job Mr. Sabin.' 'Thank you sir. I will serve you loyally.'
When Velvet returned, she was no longer wearing her street clothes, instead being surround by only a bikini and underwear. Phil then smiled. 'When I tell you I want something, you do it immediately. Understand?' Velvet nodded, and Mickie walked up behind her.
'Mickie, tie her hair up for me.' 'Yes sir.' Mickie then took a black hair bobble from her pocket, and pulled Velvet's hair up, tying it up in a high ponytail. Phil then got his next order ready. 'I need a stressbust. Mickie, I want to play with your hair.'
Shockingly, Mickie walked straight to him, smiling as Phil started playing with her hair, letting it down, tying it back various ways. After nearly 10 minutes of this, he turned to Velver. 'Velvet Sky, I want to play with your hair.'
Velvet walked up, and turned straight around, allowing her new master to do whatever he liked to her. For minutes after minutes he did it, with her expression not once changing. Once he was done, her hair was down again, and he stroked the top of her head. 'Velvet, I want you to come to bed with me. You will now be not only a wrestler, but also a slave. A slave to men, the better gender. Mickie, I want you to clean up the entire ground floor.' 'Yes Master.' As Mickie left the room, Velvet was taken upstairs, with Chris and Phil dragging her using a chain and dog collar.
The next morning
A meeting was called early. Velvet was wearing the same shirt and jeans as the previous day, but had more suggestive body language. Mickie and Chris were also there, along with two of the assistants.
'Step one of our plan is complete. Chris, Velvet, welcome – you will make very good recruits. The next tapings are in two weeks' time. Chris, you have a match for the X-Division Championship against Kenny King. Once you have won the title, you will immediately cash it in for a shot at the World Championship.' 'As you command.'
'Mickie, you will defend your title against Gail Kim. Once you have done that, you are to immediately challenge Velvet to a title match, and then lose the title to her. Do you understand?' 'I understand my role sire.'
'Velvet, you will defeat Brooke Tessmacher. When Chris challenges Bully Ray, you will attack Bully with a lead pipe – I will arrange for it to be no DQ. Chris will win the title, and then you and he will form an X each with your arms. Do I make myself clear?' 'Must obey.'
'Good. Chris, Velvet, your new ring gear will arrive within the next 7 days. I want you both to train. Train with the new style and moves which I have laid out for you. Velvet, your new finisher will be a twisting Brainbuster called the VVB – standing for Velvet's Vile Brainbuster. This piece of paper contains the rest of your new moveset.'
As Velvet received the paper, Phil looked at Chris. 'You haven't been left out Chris. You possess great agility and power. Therefore, your main finisher will be a Double Underhook Piledriver, called the Sabin RG Driver. You may also use another finisher – a Sunset Flip Powerbomb called the Sabin Bomb. Here is your set.'
As he took that, Mickie walked to her master. 'And what about me?' 'Mickie, I have a different role for you. Your contract will soon expire, so I want you to drop the title to Velvet. When you drop the title, that will be your last appearance for the company, before your contract expires. Under no circumstances do you re-sign with the company. Velvet and Chris will be our faces in the company, you will stay by my side.'
'You two will move out of your current home, and move into an apartment near here. The apartment will be set up with a gym, and a punchbag, among other equipment.' As Mickie smiled, the meeting drew to a close. 'My assistants will take you down to the Survival Zone. You will undergo a full medical first, and any issues will be dealt with. Now both of you go.'
As they were marched to the Survival Zone, their new master smiled. 'Mickie, take Velvet's bank card along with these details, and withdraw all the funds from her bank account. Do I make myself clear?' 'Yes.' He then whipped her exposed back, the leather whip bouncing off of her bronzed body. 'Honorific.' 'Sorry master. Yes master.' 'Good.' Mickie walked off, to do as she was told. Meanwhile, the receptionist walked into the room.
'Ah Jessie, what do you have for me?' 'I have sent an agent out to your next target sir. Do you want her bringing in immediately?' 'Turn her into a sleeper agent.' 'Yes King. I will get onto it right away.'
25 minutes later
Mickie walked back in, with all the money. 'Master, it is here.' 'How much?' '$3,876,252.' 'That will do.' He then received a phone call. 'Hello. You have something to tell me? That's fine – just strap it up. The bandages are in the 2nd draw down in the Survival Control Centre. Good.'
He then put the phone down, as a friend walked in. 'Hey Phil, that didn't sound too positive. What's up?' 'The medical found that Velvet's damaged her left MCL. We're getting it strapped up for her. She can still train like normal.' 'You mean, she will train like normal.' 'Exactly.'
'I just came to run through the arrangements with you about Velvet.' '$2000 a night, no more than once a fortnight.' 'Come on, that price.' '$2000, or you don't get your dream. We agreed that price previously.' The man then got his money out. 'Fine - $2000.' 'I'll give you a date within 48 hours.'
7 days later
Phil walked down to the survival zone, and found Velvet hard at work. Her ring gear looked similar to previously, but the pinks and purples had been replaced by a dark blue, while the mini-skirt now had the letter "R.U.M" on the rear.
As he sat down, she was busy beating up a target, beating them unconscious with aggressive knee strikes, roundhouse kicks, and some powerbombs. Velvet then dragged her opponent up, and lifted them up, before drilling them into the mat with her VVB finisher, getting a count of 10.
As he watched this, Phil was very much satisfied with his work. 'I knew bringing her in would work. And when she's completely brainwashed, then she'll truly be all mine.'
End of Chapter 1
