A young Tabitha Osborne sits in the dining room of her childhood home in Paris, Illinois. She is sitting in a light red sundress and working on her homework with her private tutor, Romuald Bardot. Her right arm is in a cast in a sling, having been broken by her father in wrestling training—one of his attempts to “beat the wrestling bug” out of her.
She writes with her left hand, but it is not her dominant hand. It shows in her sloppy handwriting as she works on some English homework. Romuald growls a bit and smacks her left hand with a ruler. She withdraws her hand, dropping the pencil, with a gasp. The hand is red and lightly bruised about the back of it, a testament to drawing his ire quite a bit.
Romuald Bardot - I told you that you need to write legibly! Write like a prim and proper little girl!
Tabitha Osborne - I can’t do it very well, sir! I’m right-handed!
Romuald Bardot - You would speak back against me?
Tabitha Osborne - No, sir I -
Romuald cracks her across the face with the ruler, turning her head. She looks back at her tutor with a cut going across her cheek from where she was struck. She looks mad, but doesn’t say anything. So, she sits and glares at him as blood starts to trickle from the cut.
Romuald Bardot - Now, I will not be looked at like that, young lady! I am your teacher and you will give me the proper respect due to my position! Your father said that you no longer go out into public so whatever punishment I deem fit will do. I have a belt I can take off and use if you don’t set yourself straight!
Tabitha nods and picks up the pencil and gets right back to writing, going slower so that she can write better, despite having to use her offhand. Romuald watches with a keen eye.
Romuald Bardot - Very good. Very, very good. Keep up the fine work and I won’t have to beat you more.
But the peace was not to last as Tabitha misspelled a word. Romuald cracks her across the back of the neck with the ruler, nearly sending her face-first into her papers it was hard enough. A bruise forms almost instantly with another bleeding cut.
Romuald Bardot - You know that colour has a U in it! Don’t give me that crappy “Americanized” bullshit!
Tabitha Osborne - My teacher will not accept British spellings and will count it as wrong.
Romuald Bardot - You aren’t at an American school right now. I am French and will teach you the way that I was taught!
Tabitha Osborne - Did your teachers beat you too? They didn’t do a good job.
Romuald Bardot - Why, you little bitch! I’ll teach you some manners!
Tabitha turns as Romauld swings the ruler and catches him by the wrist. Her eyes glow red from the powers she has been gaining from her new loyalty to Cthulhu. She grits her teeth as she begins to squeeze. Romuald shouts as he tries to pull his hand away, but finds suddenly that he cannot.
Romuald Bardot - What is the meaning of this? How can you do such a thing? Terrance!
Tabtiha’s eyes go wide with fright and she looks to the back door in the kitchen that leads to the outside where Terrance Osborne is training Aiden Osborne in the building out back where they have a wrestling ring built. The door locks itself at Tabitha’s internal pleading, but it is quickly bursts open from Terrance’s bull strength. He walks straight into the dining room through the kitchen and Tabitha quickly releases Romauld’s arm, though the impression of red fingers remain behind.
Terrance Osborne - What the fuck is going on?
Romauld Bardot - The disrespect coming from your daughter is immeasurable, sir! I am trying to teach her her lessons and she assaulted me! Look at what she did to my wrist!
Terrance looks at Romauld’s wrist and sees the bruising already starting to form in the shape of Tabitha’s fingers. He looks at Tabitha, who swallows hard. The glow in her eyes has vanished to be replaced by a healthy amount of fear.
Terrance Osborne - You dare act like this, Tabitha. I don’t care if your arm is broken. I want you in the ring.
Tabitha Osborne - Daddy, I can’t -
Terrance Osborne - NOW! This is about punishment and not training.
Tabitha droops her head and begins making her way to the back, not seeing the savage glee on Romauld’s face that she is going to be punished for her “wicked ways”.
A few minutes later, Tabitha Osborne has made her way into the ring. Her brother, Aiden Osborne, has left the ring, laughing about how she was going to be punished for her attitude against the private tutor that the Osborne family has hired for her since she cannot show her face in a public school due to the fact that someone might call the authorities to report the abuse. Her father steps into the ring, looking rather severe.
Terrance Osborne - What are we going to do with you, Tabitha? You need to respect the teachers that we bring in for you.
Tabitha Osborne - If you would only let me go to public school like Aiden!
Terrance Osborne - And let them people see your broken arm and discover that it was done during your training? They would try to have me locked up! No, I don’t think so. And remember, this is because you asked for it!
He grabs her by the left arm and twists her into a hammerlock. He then twists the casted arm behind her back as well, or tries rather. When that fails, he brings her down with a Russian legsweep and presses a foot to the back of her neck to keep her down on her face with her arms out to the side of her.
Terrance Osborne - Aiden, slide me the steel chair!
Aiden Osborne - Dad? Alright.
Aiden grabs a dented and bloodstained steel chair and slides it into the ring where Terrance picks it up.
Tabitha Osborne - Daddy? Please?
Aiden Osborne - Shall I call the Doctor over, dad?
Terrance Osborne - Yeah, I think it would be best.
Aiden runs off as Terrance lifts the chair upside down over the casted arm. He brings the top edge of the chair down against the cast, shattering it with a heavy blow. He brings the chair up again as Tabtiha screams in pain and then brings it down again, bringing Tabitha’s scream to a new high pitch.
Terrance Osborne - How about that? Are you going to continue to be a bad girl?
Tabitha Osborne - He was hitting me, Daddy!
Terrance beings the chair down against Tabtiha’s left forearm, bringing out another high pitched scream of pain.
Tabitha Osborne - I’ll be good, daddy! I’ll be good!
Terrance tosses the chair to the side as the family doctor that has been taking care of Tabitha’s injuries on the sly for the past year or so can walk in.
Doctor Abo Zhirov - What is this? Are you wrestling with a broken arm? Why am I not surprised? Terrance, I told you that she should not be in this ring for six months!
He steps into the ring and looks at Tabitha’s right arm and begins to touch it, Tabitha sucks in her pain.
Doctor Abo Zhirov - Oh,this will never do. I will have to sneak her in after hours to get x-rays done as I think now we are looking at a compound break that is going to need surgery to put it back together.
Terrance Osborne - You will be discreet as always?
Doctor Abo Zhirov - Of course. We’ll get er put back together, but no more wrestling while injured! I must stress this.
Terrance Osborne chuckles and exchanges a knowing smile with the good Doctor. He is well aware of the abuse that goes on just like the tutor.
Months later, Tabitha Osborne is a wanted criminal for the murders of her family. She is in the home of Romauld Bardot, a home that was paid for by his lessons to her while she couldn’t show her face in the public school system. She has him stripped down to his underwear. He’s tied up with his hands behind him and his feet together. He also hs a blindfold on. Tabitha Osborne walks around him with a black wavy dagger in hand.
Tabitha Osborne - You tortured me as well as doing my lessons. Not because it was right, but because you could. You were paid to hurt me, Romauld.
Romauld Bardot - I was paid to teach you properly! You were a resistant little bitch!
Tabitha nods and draws a line in his right bicep with the tip of the dagger. This prompts Romuld to shout in pain.
Tabitha Osborne - Scream all you like. This room in your house is sound proof, remember? So you can torture your students without being caught?
Romauld Bardot - Please,Tabitha. I only wanted to teach you. I -
A flash of movement and Romauld is pushed onto his back where he lays on his hands that are tied behind him. With a flick of her wrist, she uses the blade to open up the right part of his belly just below the ribcage. Romauld screams in pain.
Tabitha Osborne - Let’s get something straight. I will never use the name that my filthy parents gave to me. I am Zolothach, High Priestess of Cthulhu! You will use my proper name!
Romuald Bardot - But your name is Tabitha!
Tabitha shakes her head and reaches into the cut, grabbing a rib and breaking one off and tearing it out through the wound that gets blood everywhere.
Tabitha Osborne - My name is Zolothach. Say it with me!
Romuald Bardot - Zolothach. Please, release me!
Tabitha Osborne - Now. What fun would that be? We would both be left unsatisfied at this point. Me for having not punished you for what you have done to so many people and you for not getting to go to Cthulhu’s waiting arms.
Romuald Bardot - But,I don’t want to go to Cthulhu’s waiting arms!
Tabitha presses her cheek to be touching Romauld’s cheek with a wide grin.
Tabitha Osborne - Oh, sweetie. That ship has sailed from the first time you hit me.
Tabitha presses the flat of the black blade to the left side of Romauld’s head and slides the blade down to remove his ear. Romauld screams in pain, which gives Tabitha the opening to put the ear into his mouth and then close his mouth with her hand until he swallows the body part.
Tabitha Osborne - That’s a good boy. Take your medicine!
Over the next eight hours, Tabitha slowly takes Romauld apart before leaving him to bleed to death and be found months later once Tabitha is gone and in another state.
The present day. “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne sits in a hotel room. She smiles as she sets up her smart phone by the television to go to Facebook Live.
Tabitha Osborne - Oh, Richard. I can do magic, but I don’t really do the spells in the ring. That would be disrespectful as the great wrestler that I wish to be. I have spent all of my life wanting to become a great wrestler. I have won championships before, but I want more. I want to become a legend. To do that, I must first defeat you. To do that I must become the best in Intense International Wrestling.
You’ve researched into my past. I’ve looked into some of yours. I’m thrilled to see you in the ring and to show you how great I am. I’m thrilled to be in a match that will show the world my true mettle. We will have a great match and in the end, I hope we can leave as friends and not enemies.
Tabtiha shuts the connection down and the scene fades to black.
