Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 19:43:41 GMT -6
Valora stormed out of the NEW Arena, still bleeding as she had refused medical treatment and ignoring the shouting voice of Jesse Styles behind her as he yelled for her to get to some fan thing he had set up to demean his talent and prove he was in charge. She wasn’t surprised about Al. After all, it wasn’t the first time he had run to kiss Jesse’s ass in hopes of becoming relevant again and it wouldn’t be the last. She was prepared though and would deal with that soon enough. For the moment, Valora was seething in anger. She wasn’t mad at the match. Wasn’t mad at Hunter, or Nathan, or even Blair and she certainly wasn’t pissed at Rob Riot. She wasn’t even pissed that she lost.
She was pissed at how she lost. She was pissed at herself. She had allowed herself to get distracted. To be too...human and it had fucking cost her a chance to be a 2 time NEW World Champion.
As she was walking, a limo pulled up and came to a stop in front of her, the door opening and the driver stepping out. “Ms. Salinas. Ms. Devereaux would like to see you.” Valora smirks. “Well, we don’t always get what we want, now do we? I didn’t want some overrated whore spitting her jizz on me and I damn sure didn’t want to lose tonight but shit fuckin’ happens. Tell Liz I’ll call her.”
With that, Valora walked around the limo and made her way through the streets of Chicago ignoring both the odd looks she got from people who were shocked to say the least to see Valora walking, bleeding from the forehead and seeing her battered and beaten body, gasping in shock. A few others recognized her and fumbled quickly for something to ask her to sign but they were too slow as Valora moved right by them, not intentionally ignoring them so much as not really being aware of them in the first place, her mind occupied with thoughts that were as bitter and the brutal Chicago winter whipping furiously around her.
Fuckin’ cold as fuckin’ hell.. what the fuck kinda stupid person lives in a place with cold and wind that ensures said cold goes right through the ten fuckin’ layers of clothing most of these ignorant fucks are wearing and chills your ass right to the bone? I shoulda fuckin’ stayed in Los Angeles.
her phone beeped and she checked it, noting that it was an update on twitter. Jesse styles bragging about wanting newer talent as he was fed up with the ‘worn out’ talent. Valora narrowed her eyes and sent him a direct message. ‘Really? Cool. I’m done and goin’ back to Cali. Have fun with your dropping profit margins, bitch.’
With that, she tucked her phone back in her pocket and continued back on her way towards her apartment Not the one she had been using, no this was a back up that she could be seen going into and out of as Valora given that she was the owner of the apartment. Making her way inside, she wasted no time making her way into her own apartment and tossing her wrestling gear aside as she grabbed a bottle of tequila and took a big drink
This is it. This is how my career ends. Not the way I expected. In the end, I was denied the ending I sought. Would it have really been so hard, you self righteous hijo de puta? Do I not deserve to be punished for my so called sins? You promised to have no mercy, and you lied. You showed me compassion. Would it have really been so fuckin’ hard?
Everything is set. Padre Nate got his wish. The New guard is coming. I used to be the rebel, now I’m the one the new blood are coming for. The World Title picture is gone. The TA title picture is gone tied up between others who aren’t ‘worn out’
Heh, worn out… I sure as fuck feel that way at times..I’ve spent a life putting my body, my health on the line. Whether it was in high school gyms where I might have made $20 for one night to Fenway fuckin’ Park. I suppose there’s legacy in that. I suppose pride can be taken in that work ethic. Regardless of the audience, regardless of whether they hated me or fuckin’ loved me. Regardless of the pay, I gave them what they fuckin’ paid for. In the end, I’m bitter about only one thing..
I didn’t die in that ring.
The next day sees Valora lying face first on her bed with more than a few empty tequila bottles lying around the bed. She’s woken by the sound of her phone and sighs, reaching up and turning it off before going back to bed. A sound she doesn’t ignore though, is the sound of her door opening and quietly closing. She listens as the intruder quietly removes their shoes and sneaks across the floor and just before she can turn and surprise the would be attacker said intruder jumps and lands on Valora and Valora is surprised by the voice she hears in her ear.
Apathy: “Damn girl, you hit the tequila hard last night if I can surprise you.. “
Valora groans and rolls over, finding herself lying directly under Apathy, looking up at her. “You’re lucky you managed to sneak up on me, I might have killed you before I noticed who it was… now what the hell has you here so early?”
Apathy frowned and shook her head. “Well I heard this funny story that a certain friend of mine was about ready to pack up her shit and call it quits. What about the time, money and effort you spent laying the groundwork and foundations for things here? What about the tag team title match you and I have? Just going to throw everything you’ve worked for away?”
Valora sighs. “Liz.. tag titles? Come on… you don’t see that’s Jesse’s way of removing us from the titles we should be going after? Besides, you probably saw his shit… he wants younger talent. We’re ‘worn out’ Wait… why are you back in New Edge?”
Liz sighs and looks down. “We’re fighting Roger Wright and Matthew Carter for the Tag Team Belts. Tables, Ladders and Chairs match. Matthew Carter was the one who sued Jesse Styles to force him to pay all of us...he fucked us, speaking of which, you think Jesse is just going to let you out of your contract?”
Valora shrugs. “I can retire anytime I want.”
Liz nods. “And he can enforce the no-compete clause. Meaning you’re done, period. I know you’re upset. I know you feel and that you’re wondering about how Father Nathan knew about your...well you know. The truth is… I told him. He was gunning for Blair or Hunter anyways, I just… made sure he had a reason not to end your career.”
Valora rolls her eyes. “I’ve taken thousands of blows to chest.. his heart punch ain’t gonna do shit to me.”
Liz raises an eyebrow. “That a fact? Hunter looked like he had a damn heart attack when he got hit with it! Neither you nor I have EVER seen anyone kick out of that fucking move so excuse me if I didn’t want to chance it! Besides, not like Nathan will make it public knowledge. The important thing is you’re still in this and we’ve still got a chance to climb the ladder. So it starts off with the tag team belts. Jesse won’t be able to keep us out of the TA and World Belt pictures forever and he knows it. In the meantime, Matthew Carter fucked us over. Sure we got easy money, but we also got those fuckin’ no compete clauses that can be enforced.”
Valora shrugs. “Except you. You were gone already.”
Apathy smirked and shrugged. “Well what can I say? I got bored and figured you and I should show Wright and Carter what real tag team champs look like..”
She was pissed at how she lost. She was pissed at herself. She had allowed herself to get distracted. To be too...human and it had fucking cost her a chance to be a 2 time NEW World Champion.
As she was walking, a limo pulled up and came to a stop in front of her, the door opening and the driver stepping out. “Ms. Salinas. Ms. Devereaux would like to see you.” Valora smirks. “Well, we don’t always get what we want, now do we? I didn’t want some overrated whore spitting her jizz on me and I damn sure didn’t want to lose tonight but shit fuckin’ happens. Tell Liz I’ll call her.”
With that, Valora walked around the limo and made her way through the streets of Chicago ignoring both the odd looks she got from people who were shocked to say the least to see Valora walking, bleeding from the forehead and seeing her battered and beaten body, gasping in shock. A few others recognized her and fumbled quickly for something to ask her to sign but they were too slow as Valora moved right by them, not intentionally ignoring them so much as not really being aware of them in the first place, her mind occupied with thoughts that were as bitter and the brutal Chicago winter whipping furiously around her.
Fuckin’ cold as fuckin’ hell.. what the fuck kinda stupid person lives in a place with cold and wind that ensures said cold goes right through the ten fuckin’ layers of clothing most of these ignorant fucks are wearing and chills your ass right to the bone? I shoulda fuckin’ stayed in Los Angeles.
her phone beeped and she checked it, noting that it was an update on twitter. Jesse styles bragging about wanting newer talent as he was fed up with the ‘worn out’ talent. Valora narrowed her eyes and sent him a direct message. ‘Really? Cool. I’m done and goin’ back to Cali. Have fun with your dropping profit margins, bitch.’
With that, she tucked her phone back in her pocket and continued back on her way towards her apartment Not the one she had been using, no this was a back up that she could be seen going into and out of as Valora given that she was the owner of the apartment. Making her way inside, she wasted no time making her way into her own apartment and tossing her wrestling gear aside as she grabbed a bottle of tequila and took a big drink
This is it. This is how my career ends. Not the way I expected. In the end, I was denied the ending I sought. Would it have really been so hard, you self righteous hijo de puta? Do I not deserve to be punished for my so called sins? You promised to have no mercy, and you lied. You showed me compassion. Would it have really been so fuckin’ hard?
Everything is set. Padre Nate got his wish. The New guard is coming. I used to be the rebel, now I’m the one the new blood are coming for. The World Title picture is gone. The TA title picture is gone tied up between others who aren’t ‘worn out’
Heh, worn out… I sure as fuck feel that way at times..I’ve spent a life putting my body, my health on the line. Whether it was in high school gyms where I might have made $20 for one night to Fenway fuckin’ Park. I suppose there’s legacy in that. I suppose pride can be taken in that work ethic. Regardless of the audience, regardless of whether they hated me or fuckin’ loved me. Regardless of the pay, I gave them what they fuckin’ paid for. In the end, I’m bitter about only one thing..
I didn’t die in that ring.
The next day sees Valora lying face first on her bed with more than a few empty tequila bottles lying around the bed. She’s woken by the sound of her phone and sighs, reaching up and turning it off before going back to bed. A sound she doesn’t ignore though, is the sound of her door opening and quietly closing. She listens as the intruder quietly removes their shoes and sneaks across the floor and just before she can turn and surprise the would be attacker said intruder jumps and lands on Valora and Valora is surprised by the voice she hears in her ear.
Apathy: “Damn girl, you hit the tequila hard last night if I can surprise you.. “
Valora groans and rolls over, finding herself lying directly under Apathy, looking up at her. “You’re lucky you managed to sneak up on me, I might have killed you before I noticed who it was… now what the hell has you here so early?”
Apathy frowned and shook her head. “Well I heard this funny story that a certain friend of mine was about ready to pack up her shit and call it quits. What about the time, money and effort you spent laying the groundwork and foundations for things here? What about the tag team title match you and I have? Just going to throw everything you’ve worked for away?”
Valora sighs. “Liz.. tag titles? Come on… you don’t see that’s Jesse’s way of removing us from the titles we should be going after? Besides, you probably saw his shit… he wants younger talent. We’re ‘worn out’ Wait… why are you back in New Edge?”
Liz sighs and looks down. “We’re fighting Roger Wright and Matthew Carter for the Tag Team Belts. Tables, Ladders and Chairs match. Matthew Carter was the one who sued Jesse Styles to force him to pay all of us...he fucked us, speaking of which, you think Jesse is just going to let you out of your contract?”
Valora shrugs. “I can retire anytime I want.”
Liz nods. “And he can enforce the no-compete clause. Meaning you’re done, period. I know you’re upset. I know you feel and that you’re wondering about how Father Nathan knew about your...well you know. The truth is… I told him. He was gunning for Blair or Hunter anyways, I just… made sure he had a reason not to end your career.”
Valora rolls her eyes. “I’ve taken thousands of blows to chest.. his heart punch ain’t gonna do shit to me.”
Liz raises an eyebrow. “That a fact? Hunter looked like he had a damn heart attack when he got hit with it! Neither you nor I have EVER seen anyone kick out of that fucking move so excuse me if I didn’t want to chance it! Besides, not like Nathan will make it public knowledge. The important thing is you’re still in this and we’ve still got a chance to climb the ladder. So it starts off with the tag team belts. Jesse won’t be able to keep us out of the TA and World Belt pictures forever and he knows it. In the meantime, Matthew Carter fucked us over. Sure we got easy money, but we also got those fuckin’ no compete clauses that can be enforced.”
Valora shrugs. “Except you. You were gone already.”
Apathy smirked and shrugged. “Well what can I say? I got bored and figured you and I should show Wright and Carter what real tag team champs look like..”