Post by Khloe on May 10, 2024 21:50:41 GMT -5
Khloe sighs as her internal organic operating system pinged her awake. The subtle but basic tone was different her usual wake up sound….plus it was early.
Work.
The only thing that could get around her do not disturb was back to back calls from her employer. With one more sigh she would scoot away from the sleeping form of her wife Evelyn to accept the ping.
“Khloe. Speak”
“Well aren’t you a chipper little morning joy buzzer?”
“Eh….its very very early morning some would say its the middle of the night …what do you have for me Miss B?”
“Open contract fo-“
“Is it SYNN?! Finally I knew you wouldn’t make me wait to long!”
“No it’s not SYNN, she hasn’t been seen in the city for days…besides I thought your matching stab wounds throbbed if you two got too close?”
Khloe snickered into her elbow as the neon lights outside lit the corporate dystopia of E City up the cyber weave dampening the bedroom up significantly.
“Well I guess that’s true, plus we swore to meet up one day and finish that little beef….so if its not SYNN…..whooooo is it?…Wait I know I know….its Don Don….he keeps sending me motivational messages and telling me to keep up my training like im some slouch…..”
“Well you did put out that live vid of you eating and I counted 17 doughnut holes….you can’t be doing stuff like that if you wanna stay on the Corps good side….Mercenaries are allowed treats and stuff but Khloe……do things private or moderate yourself……I know you were having a little farewell party for your old main corporation but I want you at your best…I expect it. I have big plans for you..”
Khloe gulps and nods figuring the expensive internal display Britlyn would have most likely included a emotional tracker and visual display.
“Got it boss lady…..thanks for the new contract..so umm who is it?”
“Easton Alexander, The Anarchy King….You get first dibs with that fancy Revival Badge.”
She grumbles as she recalls the last time she hit the so called “King of the North”.
“We talked about this Khloe, while every single one of our contractors knows at any time or any place in E City they could be challenged….we do have some rules..ratings are effected by what our viewers see as unjust wins…You’ll have the information on the job here soon.”
Khloe lets out a loud exasperated sigh as she finally gets out of bed shaking off the sluggish feeling in her legs. Before she could even start to get comfortable her mental messaging system begins to ping with a new message. Her display stuttered but eventually began to load.
“Gah…need to get this thing repaired…”
Recalling the last encounter with Donnie Harris, Khloe vividly remembered the aggressive move that sent her crashing against a metal railing. The impact left her internal display banged up and glitchy, a constant reminder of the risks involved in these street fights.
It wasn’t like she didn’t have the credits, her Revival Badge saw she got a nice little bonus per match. It was also what was letting her get dibs on juicy contracts like Easton. She could either hold onto it until the next time the powers that be decide to put it up for grabs or punch it.
“Fuck it.”
Khloe's fingers danced across the holographic interface of her terminal as she navigated to the message inbox. Among the notifications and updates, she spotted the familiar seal of her corporate handlers. With a sense of anticipation, she tapped on the message, opening it to reveal the formal contract.
The contents were as expected—details about the upcoming assignment, expectations, and potential rewards. As she scrolled through the document, her eyes narrowed in focus, absorbing every word and clause. This wasn't just another job; it was an opportunity to prove herself once again in the unforgiving landscape of E City.
As she reached the end of the contract, a sense of determination welled up within her. This was her chance to demonstrate her skills and determination, to show that she was not just another mercenary, but a force to be reckoned with.
With a decisive gesture, Khloe affixed her digital signature to the contract, sealing her commitment to the task at hand. Now, all that remained was to prepare herself mentally and physically for the challenges that lay ahead.
The contract outlined a meticulously structured match format, designed to challenge the participants in a series of escalating trials. It specified a multiple-fall match, a rarity even in the competitive world of underground wrestling.
Within this framework, the combatants were required to achieve three distinct victories, each of a specific nature and in a predetermined order, before their opponent. The first victory condition mandated a pinfall, where one wrestler must hold their opponent’s shoulders to the mat for a count of three.
Following the pinfall, the match transitioned to the second victory condition: submission. Wrestlers were tasked with forcing their opponent to concede defeat by applying a submission hold, testing their endurance and pain tolerance.
Finally, the contract dictated the ultimate challenge: a knockout. Wrestlers were required to incapacitate their adversary to the point where they could not respond to a referee’s ten-count, demonstrating their dominance and securing victory.
“Three victories. Three times I need to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, outfight him,”
Khloe runs a hand through her hair as a almost manic gleam comes to her eyes.
“That whiny bastard might not show up hell those rumor magazines make him sound more like a wanna be than a King….what sorta real champion would be walking around with his head hing so low…pitiful.”
Her little monologue is cut short as she feels two arms wrap around her and squeeze. She almost goes to slam the stranger over but she notices the familiar ring on the left hand gleaming like a little pink diamond.
“Good morning Eve….I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No no I was up doing a virtual tour of a museum…remember I told you about it the other day? You need to go get that hardware fixed…your reminders and daily tasks lists are all out of whack…”
Evelyn waves a hand as she fiddles with Khloe’s display. They were on a shared network and gave each other full access, this allowed free rein over each other’s entire operating display.
“You have waaaay too many tabs open hun…you can just save all these cat videos….there we go now you’ll have a bit less lag….you can delete literally all of these old emails that you have re-“
Khloe feels the grip on her shoulders tighten as she sees that Evelyn has found her most recent message from her employer.
“S-so Eve….you want to go on a fancy date or something? We should go ummm visit the museum…..”
“……I work at the museum…..thats not a good date……KATHERINE PALMER COX…You promised you wouldn’t pick a fight with this psychopath! He almost snapped your back in half!”
Khloe shrinks in her seat as her love rages at her, she wasn’t looking up just letting her vent it all out.
“I didn’t pick the fight….its a job thing…it would look bad if i said no….besides he wont be able to catch me off guard this time…and that is the only way he can do anything….I got this hun….”
Evelyn sighs as she shakes her head but relaxes her hold leaning down to kiss Khloe’s cheek.
“You better….especially since you’re going to be taking me on a trip…champ…..I’m thinking a trip to that new AI place on the moon….its amazing what technology has gotten to hehe….now you need to go and get ready.”
“Right right…training montage it is then…thanks Eve…..for sticking with me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way…now go get ready to kick his ass.”
As Khloe prepares for her upcoming match against Easton Alexander, she finds herself delving into the archives of old wrestling matches, studying every move and tactic her opponent has employed in the past.
With a steely focus, she analyzes each video, noting Easton’s strengths, weaknesses, and signature maneuvers.
The flickering holographic images serve as a reminder of the challenges ahead, but they also fuel Khloe’s determination to emerge victorious.
In between her research sessions, Khloe devotes countless hours to rigorous training, honing her combat skills and refining her strategies. Whether it’s sparring with virtual opponents in a state-of-the-art simulation or pushing herself to the limit in the gym, she leaves no stone unturned in her quest for excellence. She would have a constant and burning desire to not only defeat but absolutely demolish Easton.
It’s during one of her research sessions she gets a ping from her internal AI. It seems she got assigned for a pre fight interview. These were nifty since you could do them from the comfort of home while still getting a professional look thanks to the alternative reality technology at work. With a confident grin she would accept the invite to “Tough Talks” one of the more serious shows set for about ten minutes from the moment she got the alert.
A few moments later Khloe closes her virtual training simulation. With a flicker of her fingers, the virtual environment dissolves, revealing the sleek, pulsating walls of her personal dressing chamber.
The room hums with energy as Khloe approaches the central pedestal, where her attire for the upcoming interview awaits. With a command spoken aloud, the chamber springs to life, projecting a dazzling array of holographic designs suspended in mid-air.
From the holographic display, Khloe selects a dress that seems to shimmer with its own internal light, its fabric woven from nanofibers that refract and reflect the ambient glow of the room. As she steps onto the platform, the dress materializes around her, forming a seamless fusion of technology and style.
The dress clings to her figure like a second skin, its vibrant hues pulsating with every movement. Embedded within the fabric are microsensors that adjust the fit and texture to her body, ensuring maximum comfort and flexibility.
With a satisfied smile, Khloe admires her reflection in the chamber’s mirrored walls, the dress exuding an otherworldly elegance that befits her status as a virtual warrior. As she prepares to enter the virtual interview space, she knows that her appearance will command attention and respect. Its but another wave of her fingers to accept the invite to the “Tough Talks” virtual interview space.
In the lavish seat provided, Khloe sits poised and confident, her demeanor oozing with charisma and defiance. The holographic interviewer, a sleek AI construct, flashes onto the screen with an air of anticipation.
Interviewer: "Khloe, thanks for joining us today. Let's dive right in. You're set to face off against Easton Alexander, aka the Anarchy King. What are your thoughts on your upcoming match?"
Khloe: *smirking* "Oh, Easton? You mean the self-proclaimed 'King of the North'? Honestly, I'm not impressed. Sure, he's got a reputation for being tough, but let's call a spade a spade—he's nothing more than a coward hiding behind a flashy title."
Interviewer: "Strong words. Easton's fans would argue that he's a formidable opponent with a proven track record. How do you respond to that?"
Khloe: *chuckling* "His fans can sing his praises all they want, but the truth is, Easton's bark is worse than his bite. He's all talk and no substance. The real champions don't need to hide behind gimmicks and bravado. They let their skills do the talking."
Interviewer: "Some might say you're underestimating him. After all, he's known for his unorthodox fighting style and unpredictability in the ring."
Khloe: *leaning forward, intensity in her eyes* "Unorthodox? Please. Easton's so-called 'style' is nothing more than a desperate attempt to compensate for his lack of talent. He's like a scared little puppy barking at shadows. Well, I'm here to show him what a real fighter looks like. And when I'm done with him, he'll be begging for mercy."
Interviewer: “Interesting perspective. But do you think he’ll bring his A-game to this match, considering the stakes?”
Khloe: rolling her eyes “Oh, I have no doubt he’ll try to put on a show. But let’s be real here—Easton’s A-game couldn’t hold a candle to my C-game. He’s all hype and no substance. And when he realizes he’s up against someone who actually knows how to fight, well, let’s just say he’ll be in for a rude awakening.”
Interviewer: “Khloe, some viewers might argue that Easton’s recent setbacks are just temporary. What advice would you give him to bounce back from his losing streak?”
Khloe: leaning back with a smirk “Well, if Easton needs advice on how to deal with being a terminal loser, I’d suggest he start by embracing it. I mean, he’s practically made a career out of it, hasn’t he? Maybe he should consider a change of scenery—like a retirement home for washed-up has-beens. Oh, and here’s a tip: instead of practicing those embarrassing moves of his, he could spend more time learning how to gracefully accept defeat. But hey, if he’s content with being a laughingstock, who am I to stand in his way?”
Interviewer: “Khloe, before we wrap up, any final words for Easton?”
The neon lights of the interview room focus in on Khloe as her audio is boosted.
Khloe: smirking confidently “Easton, consider this your final warning. I’m not just going to defeat you once in that ring—I’m going to dominate you three times in one day. I’ll pin you down so hard, you’ll forget what winning even feels like. Then, I’ll make you tap out until you’re begging for mercy. And just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, I’ll knock you out cold. So brace yourself, because when the dust settles, there won’t be any doubt in anyone’s mind who the real champion is.”
Work.
The only thing that could get around her do not disturb was back to back calls from her employer. With one more sigh she would scoot away from the sleeping form of her wife Evelyn to accept the ping.
“Khloe. Speak”
“Well aren’t you a chipper little morning joy buzzer?”
“Eh….its very very early morning some would say its the middle of the night …what do you have for me Miss B?”
“Open contract fo-“
“Is it SYNN?! Finally I knew you wouldn’t make me wait to long!”
“No it’s not SYNN, she hasn’t been seen in the city for days…besides I thought your matching stab wounds throbbed if you two got too close?”
Khloe snickered into her elbow as the neon lights outside lit the corporate dystopia of E City up the cyber weave dampening the bedroom up significantly.
“Well I guess that’s true, plus we swore to meet up one day and finish that little beef….so if its not SYNN…..whooooo is it?…Wait I know I know….its Don Don….he keeps sending me motivational messages and telling me to keep up my training like im some slouch…..”
“Well you did put out that live vid of you eating and I counted 17 doughnut holes….you can’t be doing stuff like that if you wanna stay on the Corps good side….Mercenaries are allowed treats and stuff but Khloe……do things private or moderate yourself……I know you were having a little farewell party for your old main corporation but I want you at your best…I expect it. I have big plans for you..”
Khloe gulps and nods figuring the expensive internal display Britlyn would have most likely included a emotional tracker and visual display.
“Got it boss lady…..thanks for the new contract..so umm who is it?”
“Easton Alexander, The Anarchy King….You get first dibs with that fancy Revival Badge.”
She grumbles as she recalls the last time she hit the so called “King of the North”.
“We talked about this Khloe, while every single one of our contractors knows at any time or any place in E City they could be challenged….we do have some rules..ratings are effected by what our viewers see as unjust wins…You’ll have the information on the job here soon.”
Khloe lets out a loud exasperated sigh as she finally gets out of bed shaking off the sluggish feeling in her legs. Before she could even start to get comfortable her mental messaging system begins to ping with a new message. Her display stuttered but eventually began to load.
“Gah…need to get this thing repaired…”
Recalling the last encounter with Donnie Harris, Khloe vividly remembered the aggressive move that sent her crashing against a metal railing. The impact left her internal display banged up and glitchy, a constant reminder of the risks involved in these street fights.
It wasn’t like she didn’t have the credits, her Revival Badge saw she got a nice little bonus per match. It was also what was letting her get dibs on juicy contracts like Easton. She could either hold onto it until the next time the powers that be decide to put it up for grabs or punch it.
“Fuck it.”
Khloe's fingers danced across the holographic interface of her terminal as she navigated to the message inbox. Among the notifications and updates, she spotted the familiar seal of her corporate handlers. With a sense of anticipation, she tapped on the message, opening it to reveal the formal contract.
The contents were as expected—details about the upcoming assignment, expectations, and potential rewards. As she scrolled through the document, her eyes narrowed in focus, absorbing every word and clause. This wasn't just another job; it was an opportunity to prove herself once again in the unforgiving landscape of E City.
As she reached the end of the contract, a sense of determination welled up within her. This was her chance to demonstrate her skills and determination, to show that she was not just another mercenary, but a force to be reckoned with.
With a decisive gesture, Khloe affixed her digital signature to the contract, sealing her commitment to the task at hand. Now, all that remained was to prepare herself mentally and physically for the challenges that lay ahead.
The contract outlined a meticulously structured match format, designed to challenge the participants in a series of escalating trials. It specified a multiple-fall match, a rarity even in the competitive world of underground wrestling.
Within this framework, the combatants were required to achieve three distinct victories, each of a specific nature and in a predetermined order, before their opponent. The first victory condition mandated a pinfall, where one wrestler must hold their opponent’s shoulders to the mat for a count of three.
Following the pinfall, the match transitioned to the second victory condition: submission. Wrestlers were tasked with forcing their opponent to concede defeat by applying a submission hold, testing their endurance and pain tolerance.
Finally, the contract dictated the ultimate challenge: a knockout. Wrestlers were required to incapacitate their adversary to the point where they could not respond to a referee’s ten-count, demonstrating their dominance and securing victory.
“Three victories. Three times I need to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, outfight him,”
Khloe runs a hand through her hair as a almost manic gleam comes to her eyes.
“That whiny bastard might not show up hell those rumor magazines make him sound more like a wanna be than a King….what sorta real champion would be walking around with his head hing so low…pitiful.”
Her little monologue is cut short as she feels two arms wrap around her and squeeze. She almost goes to slam the stranger over but she notices the familiar ring on the left hand gleaming like a little pink diamond.
“Good morning Eve….I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No no I was up doing a virtual tour of a museum…remember I told you about it the other day? You need to go get that hardware fixed…your reminders and daily tasks lists are all out of whack…”
Evelyn waves a hand as she fiddles with Khloe’s display. They were on a shared network and gave each other full access, this allowed free rein over each other’s entire operating display.
“You have waaaay too many tabs open hun…you can just save all these cat videos….there we go now you’ll have a bit less lag….you can delete literally all of these old emails that you have re-“
Khloe feels the grip on her shoulders tighten as she sees that Evelyn has found her most recent message from her employer.
“S-so Eve….you want to go on a fancy date or something? We should go ummm visit the museum…..”
“……I work at the museum…..thats not a good date……KATHERINE PALMER COX…You promised you wouldn’t pick a fight with this psychopath! He almost snapped your back in half!”
Khloe shrinks in her seat as her love rages at her, she wasn’t looking up just letting her vent it all out.
“I didn’t pick the fight….its a job thing…it would look bad if i said no….besides he wont be able to catch me off guard this time…and that is the only way he can do anything….I got this hun….”
Evelyn sighs as she shakes her head but relaxes her hold leaning down to kiss Khloe’s cheek.
“You better….especially since you’re going to be taking me on a trip…champ…..I’m thinking a trip to that new AI place on the moon….its amazing what technology has gotten to hehe….now you need to go and get ready.”
“Right right…training montage it is then…thanks Eve…..for sticking with me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way…now go get ready to kick his ass.”
As Khloe prepares for her upcoming match against Easton Alexander, she finds herself delving into the archives of old wrestling matches, studying every move and tactic her opponent has employed in the past.
With a steely focus, she analyzes each video, noting Easton’s strengths, weaknesses, and signature maneuvers.
The flickering holographic images serve as a reminder of the challenges ahead, but they also fuel Khloe’s determination to emerge victorious.
In between her research sessions, Khloe devotes countless hours to rigorous training, honing her combat skills and refining her strategies. Whether it’s sparring with virtual opponents in a state-of-the-art simulation or pushing herself to the limit in the gym, she leaves no stone unturned in her quest for excellence. She would have a constant and burning desire to not only defeat but absolutely demolish Easton.
It’s during one of her research sessions she gets a ping from her internal AI. It seems she got assigned for a pre fight interview. These were nifty since you could do them from the comfort of home while still getting a professional look thanks to the alternative reality technology at work. With a confident grin she would accept the invite to “Tough Talks” one of the more serious shows set for about ten minutes from the moment she got the alert.
A few moments later Khloe closes her virtual training simulation. With a flicker of her fingers, the virtual environment dissolves, revealing the sleek, pulsating walls of her personal dressing chamber.
The room hums with energy as Khloe approaches the central pedestal, where her attire for the upcoming interview awaits. With a command spoken aloud, the chamber springs to life, projecting a dazzling array of holographic designs suspended in mid-air.
From the holographic display, Khloe selects a dress that seems to shimmer with its own internal light, its fabric woven from nanofibers that refract and reflect the ambient glow of the room. As she steps onto the platform, the dress materializes around her, forming a seamless fusion of technology and style.
The dress clings to her figure like a second skin, its vibrant hues pulsating with every movement. Embedded within the fabric are microsensors that adjust the fit and texture to her body, ensuring maximum comfort and flexibility.
With a satisfied smile, Khloe admires her reflection in the chamber’s mirrored walls, the dress exuding an otherworldly elegance that befits her status as a virtual warrior. As she prepares to enter the virtual interview space, she knows that her appearance will command attention and respect. Its but another wave of her fingers to accept the invite to the “Tough Talks” virtual interview space.
In the lavish seat provided, Khloe sits poised and confident, her demeanor oozing with charisma and defiance. The holographic interviewer, a sleek AI construct, flashes onto the screen with an air of anticipation.
Interviewer: "Khloe, thanks for joining us today. Let's dive right in. You're set to face off against Easton Alexander, aka the Anarchy King. What are your thoughts on your upcoming match?"
Khloe: *smirking* "Oh, Easton? You mean the self-proclaimed 'King of the North'? Honestly, I'm not impressed. Sure, he's got a reputation for being tough, but let's call a spade a spade—he's nothing more than a coward hiding behind a flashy title."
Interviewer: "Strong words. Easton's fans would argue that he's a formidable opponent with a proven track record. How do you respond to that?"
Khloe: *chuckling* "His fans can sing his praises all they want, but the truth is, Easton's bark is worse than his bite. He's all talk and no substance. The real champions don't need to hide behind gimmicks and bravado. They let their skills do the talking."
Interviewer: "Some might say you're underestimating him. After all, he's known for his unorthodox fighting style and unpredictability in the ring."
Khloe: *leaning forward, intensity in her eyes* "Unorthodox? Please. Easton's so-called 'style' is nothing more than a desperate attempt to compensate for his lack of talent. He's like a scared little puppy barking at shadows. Well, I'm here to show him what a real fighter looks like. And when I'm done with him, he'll be begging for mercy."
Interviewer: “Interesting perspective. But do you think he’ll bring his A-game to this match, considering the stakes?”
Khloe: rolling her eyes “Oh, I have no doubt he’ll try to put on a show. But let’s be real here—Easton’s A-game couldn’t hold a candle to my C-game. He’s all hype and no substance. And when he realizes he’s up against someone who actually knows how to fight, well, let’s just say he’ll be in for a rude awakening.”
Interviewer: “Khloe, some viewers might argue that Easton’s recent setbacks are just temporary. What advice would you give him to bounce back from his losing streak?”
Khloe: leaning back with a smirk “Well, if Easton needs advice on how to deal with being a terminal loser, I’d suggest he start by embracing it. I mean, he’s practically made a career out of it, hasn’t he? Maybe he should consider a change of scenery—like a retirement home for washed-up has-beens. Oh, and here’s a tip: instead of practicing those embarrassing moves of his, he could spend more time learning how to gracefully accept defeat. But hey, if he’s content with being a laughingstock, who am I to stand in his way?”
Interviewer: “Khloe, before we wrap up, any final words for Easton?”
The neon lights of the interview room focus in on Khloe as her audio is boosted.
Khloe: smirking confidently “Easton, consider this your final warning. I’m not just going to defeat you once in that ring—I’m going to dominate you three times in one day. I’ll pin you down so hard, you’ll forget what winning even feels like. Then, I’ll make you tap out until you’re begging for mercy. And just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, I’ll knock you out cold. So brace yourself, because when the dust settles, there won’t be any doubt in anyone’s mind who the real champion is.”
