Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 2:58:53 GMT -6
Valora and Samantha sat in her penthouse apartment, both still dressed professionally, maintaining the carefully built cover IDs they had in place. Samantha was reviewing the eval report from Dr. Charles on Rob Riot and sighed, dropping it down on the table in front of her. “Is that as bad as I think it is?”
Valora took a sip of her coffee and adjusted the glasses she was wearing. “Worse. It’s going to be damn hard to get Riot out on any kind of release with him being so close to sociopath… we’ll going to have to scale up the timetable here before he talks himself right into a cell fit for Hannibal Lector. I mean-” Valora stops right in mid sentence as she remembers something and turns to Samantha. “Turn on your laptop, show me the tape of the session Dr. Charles provided me with.” Samantha looks confused as Valora’s watched this already but does it and as soon as she begins the playback, Valora smirks. “She administered the Rorschach test wrong. Probably didn’t feel safe enough to sit next to him, but she made some other mistakes too. Definitely time to pay Rob Riot another visit.”
Valora is on the way out when Samantha raises an eyebrow and pulls up a video posted on the NEW website and turns her laptop. “Something else you should see.” She says simply as Valora walks over and watches Father Nathan go through his symbolic last rites and, surprisingly enough, smiles as she nods. “Good, he’s finally getting it.” Samantha looks at Valora, tilting her head to the side a bit, “What about what he said about you? Look at him. He truly feels bad for you and wants to help.”
Valora narrows her eyes. “I don’t need pity! He’s also mistaken. I can not die. That’s why Hell doesn’t worry me…” She says, turning and grabbing her things as she heads to the door, as she glances back and sees Samantha getting up and packing, a confused look on her face and Valora sighs. “I’m already in hell, Sam. That’s how I know I am beyond redemption. Now let’s get going.”
About 45 minutes later saw Valora sitting in the special interviewing room as Rob Riot was brought in. As the orderlies brought Rob Riot in, Valora pretended to be thoroughly uninterested, reading through both Riot’s files and Dr. Charles’ eval on him. She waited calmly and patiently, Eerily so, as Rob Riot looked at her, there was no hint of emotion on her face at all. After the orderlies left and closed the door and it locked, Valora checked her watched and let a couple minutes pass before looking at Rob Riot. “Vaginas? Really? Are you just that stupid or are you TRYING to get yourself committed?”
“Oh come on Val. Tell me all or some of them don’t look like vaginas! Besides, it’s an old outdated and B.S. test anyways.”
Valora starts a retort and Rob Riot shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve seen Silence of the Lambs. You wanna pick my mind, I get my questions too. Do they or do they not resemble vaginas?”
Valora sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Some of them do, yes. But my answers are irrelevant.” Rob Riot smirks. “And I’m called narcissistic? Why don’t your answers matter?”
Valora does not answer at first. Instead she moves her chair over to Riots side of the table and sets it just behind him and lays out the Rorschach cards on the table before settling in, using the motion as cover as she whispers in Riot’s ear. “Because I know I’m crazy. I AM a sociopath, I AM Schizophrenic.”
Valora then sits down, taking out a pencil and a notepad as she settles in. “Now, you’re lucky, Mr. Riot. I pointed out to Dr. Charles that she made a couple mistakes in her administration of the Rorschach test, however, I do feel the need to remind you to take this seriously. Look at the cards and please tell me what you see.”
Riot sighs and rolls his eyes, but leans over and looks at the first picture, studying it. Valora chimes in, as she takes notes, noting down every movement and reaction he makes. “You are allowed in this phase to touch and rotate the cards if you feel the need. Get a clear look at the picture and tell me what you see.”
Riot takes the invitation and takes the card, picking it up and turning it one way then the other. Valora writes furiously, jotting down her notes. Finally, Riot speaks. “Alright, I have a answer other than vagina. I suppose, if you look at it the right way, it kinda looks like a lighthouse.”
Valora gives Riot a smile to indicate she’s happy about the progress and jots down notes on his reaction and answer. “Alright, what makes you think it’s a lighthouse?” Rob Riot points to the middle of the picture. “Well, Dr. Charles held it sideways which caused me to say vagina because that was honestly what I saw at first cursory glance. But when I turned it this way..” He says holding the card the way he saw it. “I saw that it looked like the two ink blots were being divided by the middle, which kinda looks like light. So I thought of a light in the darkness. Most well known example of that is a lighthouse.”
Valora nods, finishing her notes on that part and nods. “Very good. Now-” She’s cut off as Riot shakes his head. “First, I’d like to be able to look at the person I’m conversing with and second, it’s my turn.” Valora sighs and moves her chair back to her side of the table and Rob sighs. “How bad is this?”
Valora shakes her head.. “Rob… If I were your doctor, I’d commit you. There are few other ways to take your evaluation other than revealing yourself as a sociopath, except almost out of natural habit, most sociopaths learn how to ‘hide’ within normal society. They become expert chameleons, natural conpeople and liars. You either haven’t developed those skills or, worse, have simply decided there’s no need to hide. I’m hoping that with me doing your evaluation, you’ll take it a bit more seriously and I can maybe make a push to have you released under my supervision. Essentially you’d be under police protection and it would be my job to keep you out of trouble.”
Riot shakes his head. “I can’t ask you to do that, because if I get out of here, I’ll go right back to trying to destroy Hunter.” Valora sighs and begins to speak but Rob leans forward. “He raped my secretary, Valora. Tell me that you wouldn’t do the same thing.”
Valora looks him dead in the eyes and smirks. “This isn’t about her, Rob. It’s about you. You decided bringing Hunter into RSW was too much of a risk. Does he belong among elite wrestlers? Hell no, but since denying him entry, you’ve opened RSW’s to a whole bunch of people who are anything but ‘elite’. I warned you what to expect from Hunter. I told you that while he has the mentality of a child, he could be dangerous. His mind, small and twisted as it is, can justify all manner of things. The only way he can win is by throwing people off their game, bringing them down to his level. You’re letting him do it. Focus on beating him in the ring. Focus on beating him and exposing him for the fucking shit wrestler he is. Fall for his mind games and you just help him build his Bullshit legacy “ Valora said, as she turned her attention back to the file to continue with things when Riot spoke up. “I managed to get hold of a computer, I didn’t think I could play nice enough to do so, but I did and I saw Nathan’s remarks. I don’t have to tell you that if a man is serious enough to break out coffins and give eulogies, he’s damn serious about winning that match I also get the feeling he knows more about you than I do.”
Valora nods. “Manipulation of others to get what you want, check another one in the sociopath column. Way to make my job harder. As for knowing me? You know quite a bit more than most.”
Riot nods.”The blood on your hands. Your guilt. Anguish. I assume the she he referred to is Vanessa. You’ve never gone into the rest of it. Then there’s the part where you seem to think you’re beyond redemption. You’ve said as much to me before, but never the why.”
Valora is silent for a moment before shaking her head a bit. Later. Once we get out of here, I’ll go into details. Til then, we really should focus on one problem at a time.”
Rob Riot leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nope. I want information about you too and we’re still in private. We’ll start off with something simple. Say, for instance, your problem with Blair.”
Valora sighed and rubbed her temples. “She and I used to be allies. Worst mistake I ever made was helping her recover from an injury and thus keep her career going. Her and I were part of an all female stable. We were supposed to be fighting to prove that women wrestlers could do anything the men could do. We were supposed to be fighting sexism and inequality. Turns out only myself, Aurora Deadwood, and Apathy were fighting for that. Blair saw as all as nothing but lackeys. People to send out and use to help advance her career. Some in the stable were just fine with being Blair’s mindless minions. Apathy, Roe and I said the hell with that and left,.Suffice to say her and I have had problems since. For a variety of reasons but it always seems to circle back to the fact that I consider her a fuckin’ disgrace to the sport, someone who has no respect for the business.. just another bitch here to use wrestling to become the next supermodel or plastic barbie doll or some shit. As for her bitch with me? Meh. Like every other dumb, elitist gringa, she can’t stand the fact that I’ve achieved more than she has in half the time. She plays games and manipulates and it took her years to get into consideration for the World Title. I wasn’t even here a year before I got my first crack.. and I didn’t need interference by someone to win the title. I beat Matt Slater by myself… Roger Wright? Beat him twice and lemme tell Blair something, she didn’t get the best of him at that match. This go around… she’ll be in for a fight.”
Seeing Rob had another question on tap, she raised her hand. “No more wrestling talk here.” Rob nodded. “The remark Nathan made then.” Valora sighed. “Please… not here… I need to be composed when I leave.. I can help you. You wanna make my job of getting you out of here easier? It won’t be easy. You’ll need to show emotion. Sociopaths can’t really display true emotion because they don’t understand it or can’t remember what it feels like anymore. Oh and not Anger. Anger doesn’t count.”
“Bullshit.”
Valora smirks. “Sociopaths are prone to anger and frustration when their plans don’t work out and before you say it… my anger issues? Closer to a psychotic rage than true anger.”
Rob Riot leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. “And the difference? If you expect me to be an actor, I should study up on the role I’m to play.” Try as she might, Valora couldn’t deny the logic there and nodded. “Anger is usually directed at a single source. Yourself, someone else, a certain situation or event. Government, some external source easily identified. Hunter is almost in psychotic regions, he definitely has the serious break from reality that is common in psychosis, but he’s just smart enough to make himself sound like just a man angry at the world because he didn’t get that one toy he wanted for Christmas… Given your rather nonchalant answers plus the fact that you yourself mentioned mother issues without being provoked, I suspect the next time Dr. Charles speaks with you, she’ll ask about your family relations. Be honest, go into a bit of it. Let her see at least some of that small humanity locked inside. If she repeats the Rorschach test on you, take it seriously and come up with better answers than ‘vagina’ please. That’s all I’ll tell you for now, because if you improve too much too quickly, it’ll raise red flags.” Valora made a motion out of checking her watch and nods. “And right on time too. Any longer and they’ll be knocking at the door telling me my time is up.”
As if on cue, a knock hit the door and Valora got up, moving over and nodded as the door opened up. “You know, I believe Dr. Charles allowed Mr. Valentyne the ability to go out and observe him in real world scenarios. I think it’s only fair Mr. Riot be granted that same opportunity. I’d like to request he be transferred to my supervision for say 2-3 hours after which time, I’ll bring him back here.”
The doctor thinks about this, obviously not favoring the idea but sighs and nods. “Very well. 3 hours. We expect him back here and I hope your report will be quite illuminating.” Valora smirks. “I could write a case study on this guy, let me tell you.” The doctor smirked a bit and nodded. “See you soon, then. Orderlies, please prepare Mr Riot for transport.”
Valora watched as Rob Riot was carefully removed from the straight jacket and put into handcuffs. Riots smirks. “Well this is a step up from the jacket at least. So where we going? I here there’s this great whiskey bar-”
Valora turns. “There will be no alcohol of any kind. I need you as sober as possible to get a proper evaluation done not to mention alcohol will probably have negative impacts with your meds.”
Riot sighs in annoyance but follows Valora out and once they’re in the SUV he shakes his head. “Talk about acting, how the bloody hell do you do that?”
Valora pulls the SUV out and begins driving. “Combination of special training and..”
Riot raises a eyebrow. “And?”
Valora sighs. “Being fuckin’ crazy.”
Riot looks around, knowing better than to push just now, perhaps deciding to wait until later and pushes on the other topic. “So, it’s just us… You’ve given a mini psych eval on all your opponents except Nathan and he’s the most dangerous… damn it Val, if he hits you with that heart punch of his..”
With cold, clinical nature, Valora takes a breath and nods. “My medical condition makes it impossible for me to survive. I’ll have a massive coronary, in layman's terms, my heart will explode in my chest. There will be a sharp, burst of excruciating pain. I’ll probably be unconscious before I hit the mat, dead before the ref even realizes something is wrong. First visible sign that something’s wrong will be blood coming out from my mouth. Then, this…. fuckin’ failed experiment called Valora Salinas will be done and over with…
Or, you and I will be proven right that we’re cursed with immortality, I’ll be denied my happy ending AGAIN. and I’ll survive the move via another fuckin’ miracle. You see Rob. That’s the thing. Hunter thinks he hates me. Blair thinks she hates me. They’re fuckin’ amatuers. No one. I mean NO ONE hates me more than I hate myself…. you wanna know the blood on my hands Nathan is referring to? Okay… After my lover died, I tracked down the man who killed her. I was methodical. I was careful. I took great fuckin’ pleasure in it. He was playing cards with two of his buddies. showing off his new tattoo to mark the murder of my lover… my Vanessa. The two buddies didn’t survive my initial breach. Shot both dead, had special baby with me, nice combo of an assault rifle and shotgun. Won’t bore you with the technical name, but for comparison, in the movie the Expendables, it’s the gun that Terry Crewes uses. After taking his buddies out, I blew up both his knee caps, dropped the shotgun and drew 2 9mm handguns, put a bullet into each shoulder. I literally rubbed salt into his fucking wounds, Rob. Then I made him watch as I brought down his wife and two children. Neither child was older than 6. I made him watch as I shot all three of them in back of the fuckin’ head.. Then and only then did I kill him. I earned my nickname in Mexico because of the message I left, written in blood for the cartel. “An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth, Blood for Blood.”
Taking a brief pause to let Rob take that in and react, she soon continued.
“I could justify it of course.. those kids might be old enough by now to come looking for revenge. The cartels had a habit of killing Mexican Federal police officers and our entire families. But I believe what Nathan is referring to involves my family. I know, I said I don’t have any family left. In a way, that’s true. My true name.. she has some family left. An uncle who is a high ranking boss in the cartel and a twin sister. Well, had is a better word…. see, my last name, Salinas? It was Vanessa’s last name. Valora needed a last name and so… I took the woman I loved and it almost seemed like she was my wife that way…. I know, it was weak, sentimental human bullshit. But my sister… that’s my greatest sin… the sin there can be no forgiveness for…
You see, she worked for my uncle. Far as most people knew, she was a whore and stripper. The cartel kept her drugged out of her mind until she just… accepted what they wanted her to be, but my uncle also used her to spy on people, keep tabs. people do a surprising amount of talking around whores and party girls. She played a pivotal role in Vanessa betraying me..”
Riot sits up. “Wait, what?”
Valora smirked. “My uncle and my sister ‘convinced’ Vanessa that it was better for everyone if she used her rank as Commander to interfere with my investigation, steer me towards small shit and away from busting up major cartel operations… every now and then we’d be allowed to take down a small and easily replaced operation somewhere, but no real progress was being made; Getting back to my twin sister, though. She tracked Hunter down. knowing her and knowing him, I’m sure they had sex. Tina probably let him believe it was me. After all she could do a passable impression of me when the mood struck her and I of her. weird twin connection thing or something. Anyhow. She helped Hunter acquire a luchadora mask I acquired. Not my first ever one, not the one or currently wear, but one that I had been presented with as a tribute to my skill by a very important luchadora, the first big female luchadora, in fact. Hunter pissed on it… literally. in a NEW Edge Ring, in Latin America.. for that transgression, I nearly beat him to death in a Texas Death Match in Rio de Janeiro..
My sister, Tina, got much worse however... “ Valora said as her mind flashbacked to the events of that day…
FLASHBACK:
The room is dark and the only real sounds are that of the song ‘I can’t decide’ by the scissor sisters playing and the small screams of a woman. Tina sits, bound and gagged, looking towards a dark corner of the room where Valora stands watching her.. Valora smirks. “You know, the thought of killing you and taking your place just to get close enough to dear old uncle Angel is almost tempting. But I can’t play the whore as well as you can and I’m also sans your drug addiction. Now, I know you think I’m being overly brutal here. I know you expect forgiveness for your sins and your ignorance and your betrayals. Unfortunately for you, I’m not a priest. I’m not in the business of forgiveness. The people here in Mexico call me the Angel of Death. I’m in the business of retribution.”
Tina tries to speak and Valora makes a teasing motion of listening before removing the gag. “Oh go on..”
Tina, now having tears streaming down her face, pleads with Valora. “Veronica please! I’m sorry! C..come back with me! Angel can take of everything, he can set you up as an enforcer again.. helping the gringo was just meant to remind you who you are! For God’s sake, Veronica! We’re sisters! What would mom think?!”
Valora narrows her eyes. “You manipulated Vanessa into stalling my attempts to help this country. You helped my enemy. You tried to have me killed on two separate occasions. And now, you decide to honor blood ties? Why? So you can get another chance to kill me and hope third time’s the charm? As for mom…” Valora hesitates and cracks her neck.
Tina shakes her head. “G...God’s sake, Vero… they really fucked you up, huh? I...I swear I didn’t know what would happen! Angel said he was going to help you! I love you! I’m your sis-”
She cut short as a single bullet hits her between the eyes, killing her instantly and she slumps forward. Valora nods. “You were my sister. And you knew what they’d fuckin’ do. As for mom… if you had let me finish… I was going to say I’m glad mom isn’t here to see this. See you in hell, puta.” With that Valora walked out of the room, the song still playing in the background.
Coming back to the present as she pulled the SUV into the parking lot of a small cafe, Valora sighed. “My sister helped the cartel get ahold of me. They tortured me, raped me, nearly killed me I don’t know how many times. They tried to bury me alive, I escaped and broke the neck of one of my captors, finally they tied me to a fucking piece of wood and left me out in the middle of the most god forsaken desert they could find. I should have died. I have no explanation how I didn’t… I lost consciousness and I came too on a helicopter and a woman was tending to me.
The unforgivable sin, Rob? I killed my own twin sister. I...I felt a part of me die when I squeezed that trigger. How can I be forgiven for literally killing a piece of myself? Twins are connected in weird ways, after all.. Nathan is wrong. There is no redemption waiting for me. I’m a damned soul.. simple as that. Let’s go get some fuckin’ coffee.. “
Valora took a sip of her coffee and adjusted the glasses she was wearing. “Worse. It’s going to be damn hard to get Riot out on any kind of release with him being so close to sociopath… we’ll going to have to scale up the timetable here before he talks himself right into a cell fit for Hannibal Lector. I mean-” Valora stops right in mid sentence as she remembers something and turns to Samantha. “Turn on your laptop, show me the tape of the session Dr. Charles provided me with.” Samantha looks confused as Valora’s watched this already but does it and as soon as she begins the playback, Valora smirks. “She administered the Rorschach test wrong. Probably didn’t feel safe enough to sit next to him, but she made some other mistakes too. Definitely time to pay Rob Riot another visit.”
Valora is on the way out when Samantha raises an eyebrow and pulls up a video posted on the NEW website and turns her laptop. “Something else you should see.” She says simply as Valora walks over and watches Father Nathan go through his symbolic last rites and, surprisingly enough, smiles as she nods. “Good, he’s finally getting it.” Samantha looks at Valora, tilting her head to the side a bit, “What about what he said about you? Look at him. He truly feels bad for you and wants to help.”
Valora narrows her eyes. “I don’t need pity! He’s also mistaken. I can not die. That’s why Hell doesn’t worry me…” She says, turning and grabbing her things as she heads to the door, as she glances back and sees Samantha getting up and packing, a confused look on her face and Valora sighs. “I’m already in hell, Sam. That’s how I know I am beyond redemption. Now let’s get going.”
About 45 minutes later saw Valora sitting in the special interviewing room as Rob Riot was brought in. As the orderlies brought Rob Riot in, Valora pretended to be thoroughly uninterested, reading through both Riot’s files and Dr. Charles’ eval on him. She waited calmly and patiently, Eerily so, as Rob Riot looked at her, there was no hint of emotion on her face at all. After the orderlies left and closed the door and it locked, Valora checked her watched and let a couple minutes pass before looking at Rob Riot. “Vaginas? Really? Are you just that stupid or are you TRYING to get yourself committed?”
“Oh come on Val. Tell me all or some of them don’t look like vaginas! Besides, it’s an old outdated and B.S. test anyways.”
Valora starts a retort and Rob Riot shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve seen Silence of the Lambs. You wanna pick my mind, I get my questions too. Do they or do they not resemble vaginas?”
Valora sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Some of them do, yes. But my answers are irrelevant.” Rob Riot smirks. “And I’m called narcissistic? Why don’t your answers matter?”
Valora does not answer at first. Instead she moves her chair over to Riots side of the table and sets it just behind him and lays out the Rorschach cards on the table before settling in, using the motion as cover as she whispers in Riot’s ear. “Because I know I’m crazy. I AM a sociopath, I AM Schizophrenic.”
Valora then sits down, taking out a pencil and a notepad as she settles in. “Now, you’re lucky, Mr. Riot. I pointed out to Dr. Charles that she made a couple mistakes in her administration of the Rorschach test, however, I do feel the need to remind you to take this seriously. Look at the cards and please tell me what you see.”
Riot sighs and rolls his eyes, but leans over and looks at the first picture, studying it. Valora chimes in, as she takes notes, noting down every movement and reaction he makes. “You are allowed in this phase to touch and rotate the cards if you feel the need. Get a clear look at the picture and tell me what you see.”
Riot takes the invitation and takes the card, picking it up and turning it one way then the other. Valora writes furiously, jotting down her notes. Finally, Riot speaks. “Alright, I have a answer other than vagina. I suppose, if you look at it the right way, it kinda looks like a lighthouse.”
Valora gives Riot a smile to indicate she’s happy about the progress and jots down notes on his reaction and answer. “Alright, what makes you think it’s a lighthouse?” Rob Riot points to the middle of the picture. “Well, Dr. Charles held it sideways which caused me to say vagina because that was honestly what I saw at first cursory glance. But when I turned it this way..” He says holding the card the way he saw it. “I saw that it looked like the two ink blots were being divided by the middle, which kinda looks like light. So I thought of a light in the darkness. Most well known example of that is a lighthouse.”
Valora nods, finishing her notes on that part and nods. “Very good. Now-” She’s cut off as Riot shakes his head. “First, I’d like to be able to look at the person I’m conversing with and second, it’s my turn.” Valora sighs and moves her chair back to her side of the table and Rob sighs. “How bad is this?”
Valora shakes her head.. “Rob… If I were your doctor, I’d commit you. There are few other ways to take your evaluation other than revealing yourself as a sociopath, except almost out of natural habit, most sociopaths learn how to ‘hide’ within normal society. They become expert chameleons, natural conpeople and liars. You either haven’t developed those skills or, worse, have simply decided there’s no need to hide. I’m hoping that with me doing your evaluation, you’ll take it a bit more seriously and I can maybe make a push to have you released under my supervision. Essentially you’d be under police protection and it would be my job to keep you out of trouble.”
Riot shakes his head. “I can’t ask you to do that, because if I get out of here, I’ll go right back to trying to destroy Hunter.” Valora sighs and begins to speak but Rob leans forward. “He raped my secretary, Valora. Tell me that you wouldn’t do the same thing.”
Valora looks him dead in the eyes and smirks. “This isn’t about her, Rob. It’s about you. You decided bringing Hunter into RSW was too much of a risk. Does he belong among elite wrestlers? Hell no, but since denying him entry, you’ve opened RSW’s to a whole bunch of people who are anything but ‘elite’. I warned you what to expect from Hunter. I told you that while he has the mentality of a child, he could be dangerous. His mind, small and twisted as it is, can justify all manner of things. The only way he can win is by throwing people off their game, bringing them down to his level. You’re letting him do it. Focus on beating him in the ring. Focus on beating him and exposing him for the fucking shit wrestler he is. Fall for his mind games and you just help him build his Bullshit legacy “ Valora said, as she turned her attention back to the file to continue with things when Riot spoke up. “I managed to get hold of a computer, I didn’t think I could play nice enough to do so, but I did and I saw Nathan’s remarks. I don’t have to tell you that if a man is serious enough to break out coffins and give eulogies, he’s damn serious about winning that match I also get the feeling he knows more about you than I do.”
Valora nods. “Manipulation of others to get what you want, check another one in the sociopath column. Way to make my job harder. As for knowing me? You know quite a bit more than most.”
Riot nods.”The blood on your hands. Your guilt. Anguish. I assume the she he referred to is Vanessa. You’ve never gone into the rest of it. Then there’s the part where you seem to think you’re beyond redemption. You’ve said as much to me before, but never the why.”
Valora is silent for a moment before shaking her head a bit. Later. Once we get out of here, I’ll go into details. Til then, we really should focus on one problem at a time.”
Rob Riot leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nope. I want information about you too and we’re still in private. We’ll start off with something simple. Say, for instance, your problem with Blair.”
Valora sighed and rubbed her temples. “She and I used to be allies. Worst mistake I ever made was helping her recover from an injury and thus keep her career going. Her and I were part of an all female stable. We were supposed to be fighting to prove that women wrestlers could do anything the men could do. We were supposed to be fighting sexism and inequality. Turns out only myself, Aurora Deadwood, and Apathy were fighting for that. Blair saw as all as nothing but lackeys. People to send out and use to help advance her career. Some in the stable were just fine with being Blair’s mindless minions. Apathy, Roe and I said the hell with that and left,.Suffice to say her and I have had problems since. For a variety of reasons but it always seems to circle back to the fact that I consider her a fuckin’ disgrace to the sport, someone who has no respect for the business.. just another bitch here to use wrestling to become the next supermodel or plastic barbie doll or some shit. As for her bitch with me? Meh. Like every other dumb, elitist gringa, she can’t stand the fact that I’ve achieved more than she has in half the time. She plays games and manipulates and it took her years to get into consideration for the World Title. I wasn’t even here a year before I got my first crack.. and I didn’t need interference by someone to win the title. I beat Matt Slater by myself… Roger Wright? Beat him twice and lemme tell Blair something, she didn’t get the best of him at that match. This go around… she’ll be in for a fight.”
Seeing Rob had another question on tap, she raised her hand. “No more wrestling talk here.” Rob nodded. “The remark Nathan made then.” Valora sighed. “Please… not here… I need to be composed when I leave.. I can help you. You wanna make my job of getting you out of here easier? It won’t be easy. You’ll need to show emotion. Sociopaths can’t really display true emotion because they don’t understand it or can’t remember what it feels like anymore. Oh and not Anger. Anger doesn’t count.”
“Bullshit.”
Valora smirks. “Sociopaths are prone to anger and frustration when their plans don’t work out and before you say it… my anger issues? Closer to a psychotic rage than true anger.”
Rob Riot leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. “And the difference? If you expect me to be an actor, I should study up on the role I’m to play.” Try as she might, Valora couldn’t deny the logic there and nodded. “Anger is usually directed at a single source. Yourself, someone else, a certain situation or event. Government, some external source easily identified. Hunter is almost in psychotic regions, he definitely has the serious break from reality that is common in psychosis, but he’s just smart enough to make himself sound like just a man angry at the world because he didn’t get that one toy he wanted for Christmas… Given your rather nonchalant answers plus the fact that you yourself mentioned mother issues without being provoked, I suspect the next time Dr. Charles speaks with you, she’ll ask about your family relations. Be honest, go into a bit of it. Let her see at least some of that small humanity locked inside. If she repeats the Rorschach test on you, take it seriously and come up with better answers than ‘vagina’ please. That’s all I’ll tell you for now, because if you improve too much too quickly, it’ll raise red flags.” Valora made a motion out of checking her watch and nods. “And right on time too. Any longer and they’ll be knocking at the door telling me my time is up.”
As if on cue, a knock hit the door and Valora got up, moving over and nodded as the door opened up. “You know, I believe Dr. Charles allowed Mr. Valentyne the ability to go out and observe him in real world scenarios. I think it’s only fair Mr. Riot be granted that same opportunity. I’d like to request he be transferred to my supervision for say 2-3 hours after which time, I’ll bring him back here.”
The doctor thinks about this, obviously not favoring the idea but sighs and nods. “Very well. 3 hours. We expect him back here and I hope your report will be quite illuminating.” Valora smirks. “I could write a case study on this guy, let me tell you.” The doctor smirked a bit and nodded. “See you soon, then. Orderlies, please prepare Mr Riot for transport.”
Valora watched as Rob Riot was carefully removed from the straight jacket and put into handcuffs. Riots smirks. “Well this is a step up from the jacket at least. So where we going? I here there’s this great whiskey bar-”
Valora turns. “There will be no alcohol of any kind. I need you as sober as possible to get a proper evaluation done not to mention alcohol will probably have negative impacts with your meds.”
Riot sighs in annoyance but follows Valora out and once they’re in the SUV he shakes his head. “Talk about acting, how the bloody hell do you do that?”
Valora pulls the SUV out and begins driving. “Combination of special training and..”
Riot raises a eyebrow. “And?”
Valora sighs. “Being fuckin’ crazy.”
Riot looks around, knowing better than to push just now, perhaps deciding to wait until later and pushes on the other topic. “So, it’s just us… You’ve given a mini psych eval on all your opponents except Nathan and he’s the most dangerous… damn it Val, if he hits you with that heart punch of his..”
With cold, clinical nature, Valora takes a breath and nods. “My medical condition makes it impossible for me to survive. I’ll have a massive coronary, in layman's terms, my heart will explode in my chest. There will be a sharp, burst of excruciating pain. I’ll probably be unconscious before I hit the mat, dead before the ref even realizes something is wrong. First visible sign that something’s wrong will be blood coming out from my mouth. Then, this…. fuckin’ failed experiment called Valora Salinas will be done and over with…
Or, you and I will be proven right that we’re cursed with immortality, I’ll be denied my happy ending AGAIN. and I’ll survive the move via another fuckin’ miracle. You see Rob. That’s the thing. Hunter thinks he hates me. Blair thinks she hates me. They’re fuckin’ amatuers. No one. I mean NO ONE hates me more than I hate myself…. you wanna know the blood on my hands Nathan is referring to? Okay… After my lover died, I tracked down the man who killed her. I was methodical. I was careful. I took great fuckin’ pleasure in it. He was playing cards with two of his buddies. showing off his new tattoo to mark the murder of my lover… my Vanessa. The two buddies didn’t survive my initial breach. Shot both dead, had special baby with me, nice combo of an assault rifle and shotgun. Won’t bore you with the technical name, but for comparison, in the movie the Expendables, it’s the gun that Terry Crewes uses. After taking his buddies out, I blew up both his knee caps, dropped the shotgun and drew 2 9mm handguns, put a bullet into each shoulder. I literally rubbed salt into his fucking wounds, Rob. Then I made him watch as I brought down his wife and two children. Neither child was older than 6. I made him watch as I shot all three of them in back of the fuckin’ head.. Then and only then did I kill him. I earned my nickname in Mexico because of the message I left, written in blood for the cartel. “An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth, Blood for Blood.”
Taking a brief pause to let Rob take that in and react, she soon continued.
“I could justify it of course.. those kids might be old enough by now to come looking for revenge. The cartels had a habit of killing Mexican Federal police officers and our entire families. But I believe what Nathan is referring to involves my family. I know, I said I don’t have any family left. In a way, that’s true. My true name.. she has some family left. An uncle who is a high ranking boss in the cartel and a twin sister. Well, had is a better word…. see, my last name, Salinas? It was Vanessa’s last name. Valora needed a last name and so… I took the woman I loved and it almost seemed like she was my wife that way…. I know, it was weak, sentimental human bullshit. But my sister… that’s my greatest sin… the sin there can be no forgiveness for…
You see, she worked for my uncle. Far as most people knew, she was a whore and stripper. The cartel kept her drugged out of her mind until she just… accepted what they wanted her to be, but my uncle also used her to spy on people, keep tabs. people do a surprising amount of talking around whores and party girls. She played a pivotal role in Vanessa betraying me..”
Riot sits up. “Wait, what?”
Valora smirked. “My uncle and my sister ‘convinced’ Vanessa that it was better for everyone if she used her rank as Commander to interfere with my investigation, steer me towards small shit and away from busting up major cartel operations… every now and then we’d be allowed to take down a small and easily replaced operation somewhere, but no real progress was being made; Getting back to my twin sister, though. She tracked Hunter down. knowing her and knowing him, I’m sure they had sex. Tina probably let him believe it was me. After all she could do a passable impression of me when the mood struck her and I of her. weird twin connection thing or something. Anyhow. She helped Hunter acquire a luchadora mask I acquired. Not my first ever one, not the one or currently wear, but one that I had been presented with as a tribute to my skill by a very important luchadora, the first big female luchadora, in fact. Hunter pissed on it… literally. in a NEW Edge Ring, in Latin America.. for that transgression, I nearly beat him to death in a Texas Death Match in Rio de Janeiro..
My sister, Tina, got much worse however... “ Valora said as her mind flashbacked to the events of that day…
FLASHBACK:
The room is dark and the only real sounds are that of the song ‘I can’t decide’ by the scissor sisters playing and the small screams of a woman. Tina sits, bound and gagged, looking towards a dark corner of the room where Valora stands watching her.. Valora smirks. “You know, the thought of killing you and taking your place just to get close enough to dear old uncle Angel is almost tempting. But I can’t play the whore as well as you can and I’m also sans your drug addiction. Now, I know you think I’m being overly brutal here. I know you expect forgiveness for your sins and your ignorance and your betrayals. Unfortunately for you, I’m not a priest. I’m not in the business of forgiveness. The people here in Mexico call me the Angel of Death. I’m in the business of retribution.”
Tina tries to speak and Valora makes a teasing motion of listening before removing the gag. “Oh go on..”
Tina, now having tears streaming down her face, pleads with Valora. “Veronica please! I’m sorry! C..come back with me! Angel can take of everything, he can set you up as an enforcer again.. helping the gringo was just meant to remind you who you are! For God’s sake, Veronica! We’re sisters! What would mom think?!”
Valora narrows her eyes. “You manipulated Vanessa into stalling my attempts to help this country. You helped my enemy. You tried to have me killed on two separate occasions. And now, you decide to honor blood ties? Why? So you can get another chance to kill me and hope third time’s the charm? As for mom…” Valora hesitates and cracks her neck.
Tina shakes her head. “G...God’s sake, Vero… they really fucked you up, huh? I...I swear I didn’t know what would happen! Angel said he was going to help you! I love you! I’m your sis-”
She cut short as a single bullet hits her between the eyes, killing her instantly and she slumps forward. Valora nods. “You were my sister. And you knew what they’d fuckin’ do. As for mom… if you had let me finish… I was going to say I’m glad mom isn’t here to see this. See you in hell, puta.” With that Valora walked out of the room, the song still playing in the background.
Coming back to the present as she pulled the SUV into the parking lot of a small cafe, Valora sighed. “My sister helped the cartel get ahold of me. They tortured me, raped me, nearly killed me I don’t know how many times. They tried to bury me alive, I escaped and broke the neck of one of my captors, finally they tied me to a fucking piece of wood and left me out in the middle of the most god forsaken desert they could find. I should have died. I have no explanation how I didn’t… I lost consciousness and I came too on a helicopter and a woman was tending to me.
The unforgivable sin, Rob? I killed my own twin sister. I...I felt a part of me die when I squeezed that trigger. How can I be forgiven for literally killing a piece of myself? Twins are connected in weird ways, after all.. Nathan is wrong. There is no redemption waiting for me. I’m a damned soul.. simple as that. Let’s go get some fuckin’ coffee.. “