Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 1:49:21 GMT -6
“Never knew how many Irish people there were in this city.” Rob Riot calmly remarked as he and Valora watched the St. Patrick’s Day parade go through downtown Chicago. The duo was camped out, Valora maintaining her FBI Agent Navarro identity for the day trip she had managed to get. For the longest moment, Valora stared at the parade marching by, the people having fun and enjoying the festivities. She didn’t smile, her eyes showed barely any recognition of the emotion, as if the concept of joy was completely foreign to her. “Well, they got tired of the English massacring them… and now the little green fucks have their Champion. And Styles gets his marquee match up. Chicago’s huge latino population backing me against Father Nathan and his Irish fans.”
Rob Riot was silent for a moment. “He’s talking about you, you know. His spiel about the Legends of New Edge. You’re a former World Champ, you’re a Hall of Fame. You associate with legends of wrestling. Granted I’m no legend in New Edge, least not yet, but I am outside it. You have more in common with people like me, Al Envy, and yes, even Jesse Styles than you do the others. You’ve built a legacy, Val. You need to defend that Legacy now and build on it. I can’t help, however, but notice the bitterness in your voice when speaking of him. I thought you and Nate were friends.”
Valora turned to Rob and stared him in the eyes. “That friendship ended when he gave me special treatment. I don’t need his fuckin’ pity!”
Rob Riot frowned. “So.. the self destructive side of you comes out. I sometimes wonder if-”
“You’ve no fuckin’ room to talk, Clockman. Keep breaking clocks and setting them to that time, keep drawing them and even I won’t be able to help them. You and I have the same problem. We’re cursed with immortality and we both want nothing more than to find a way to just...die.”
Rob Riot raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
Valora looked at Rob Riot. Was he hinting at something? Of course he was. It was finally happening. Valora had seen the signs coming but were things developing into deeper ranges than she had thought? She didn’t need this now. She had to find a way to prevent a third straight loss. She had lost the World Title match. She had lost the Tag Team Title match. Hell, so far since New Edge returned, she had managed only to beat Jeremiah Vastrix and that wasn’t the dominant win it was supposed to have been. Once more the doubts were creeping in. Thoughts of retirement and then there was the fact that Father Nathan, her opponent this week, had insulted her. Whether he had meant to or not was irrelevant. The moment he decided to hesitate and not finish Valora off.. he had done more damage to her than he ever could have if his punch had found it’s mark. He had said Valora was weak, vulnerable, allowed to live because of his misguided fucking mercy. That, combined with deciding to launch the same war she had once waged, quite successfully, against the Legends of New Edge called for a response. The response that Valora had specialized in and was her trademark.
Nathan had insulted her by ‘sparing’ her and Jesse Styles had insulted her by using her to put asses in the seat but protecting his precious champion. Her thoughts were interrupted by the look that Rob Riot was giving her indicating he had asked her a question and was waiting for an answer and so she blinked. “Sorry, what?”
Rob Riot smiled a bit, shaking his head. “I was saying it’s nice to see the sun again, feel the breeze on my face. And I don’t have to listen to the sounds of Hunter and his girlfriend fucking. How the hell did she get in anyways? You I understand, you had special training, and I’d like to know who trained you, but her?”
Valora shrugs. “She works as a physical rehab specialist I think.. she has enough knowledge of medicine and hospital procedure to masquerade as a worker and no one will ask questions.. especially given that no one seems to want to deal with you or Hunter. Though you’ve actually managed to become more unpopular than Hunter. Didn’t think that was possible. Must be your winning personality.”
Rob gritted his teeth. “They’re treating me like I’m crazy.” Valora nodded. “Newsflash, Rob. You are.You and I are both broken inside.. As for who trained me… you really don’t want to know the answer to that question. Come on, let’s go…”
A couple hours later, the pair walked into the apartment that belonged to Valora’s FBI identity. Rob Riot walked in a bit more slowly, closing the door, looking around and nodding. “So you can clean up.” Valora smirks. “I have to fit the identity I assume. FBI agents don’t typically go living in low income, high crime neighborhoods.”
Rob walked over to the bar, helping himself to a drink of whiskey as he nodded. “How does this work, exactly? I mean you.. look different, even the way you talk, move.. it’s totally different.. Is this like controlled multiple personalities or something?”
Valora smirks. “Funny you should mention that as it can be something of a risk for spies/assassins/covert operatives in the game too long. You live so many cover IDs, you can forget who you, yourself actually is. As for how it works, your metaphor, is somewhat accurate. A cover identity has to be more than fake documents and the like. There has to be a personality to go with it. For example, FBI agent. Expected to be No nonsense, by the book, professional. thorough. They want uniformity. Conformity. So I make sure to add the educated tone to my voice, drop the accent, the hints of my coming from South Central L.A. Now we’re getting somewhere, but you haven’t asked me the questions you want to ask yet.”
Rob Riot raises an eyebrow, calmly taking another drink from the glass of whiskey he had poured himself. “What questions might those be? And shouldn’t you be focused on Nathan?”
Valora smirks. “I can multitask. I have something special planned for him, but I’m supposed to be picking you apart and evaluating you. You know one of the questions, Rob. You ask yourself it every time you hear Hunter fucking Alise. But you’re also a rich British man. A gentleman. There’s a code of conduct you have to follow, although by those same codes, I’m so far beneath you as to not even merit your notice. The question is do you care about that?”
Valora paused here for a moment to give him some time to think and respond. It gave her time to do her own examinations. Did she really want this? The only times she had ever had sex with men had been very much against her will. Even if she wanted to, opening herself up to him in that way could potentially be an incredibly traumatic experience. There was also the fact of betraying the memory of her lover to worry about. And Liz. Liz was another concern altogether. Finally she sighed.
“Yes Rob Riot. Sex is possible. It hasn’t been attempted yet because I… don’t know how to do it with a man and have it mean something. I could, if need be, strip naked, fuck you and give you want you want, but I’d be numb inside.. it’d be as stimulating for me as watching.. say 50 shades of Grey or some shit. I assume you’d want it to mean something and hence.. the delay. The other question is… well I saw it on your face, when I answered in public. You want to know about my training.”
“Some things don’t add up.” Rob Riot began. “How did you make it out of Mexico? I get the feeling from you that you’re really good at what you do. And your reaction and eagerness to help me track down a certain person…”
Valora sighs. “I warned you. The CIA found me in Mexico, I was rescued, cared for, my life saved by one woman. She trained me, became something of a mentor to me, and a partner of sorts. You know the name really well. Before I confirm it though, I’ll point out that during my time, I also made a friend or two in MOSSAD, learned Krav Maga from them as well as their more decisive way of solving problems.”
Valora paused, she noticed Rob Riot’s jaw clenching and his eyes looking at her. He was expecting the answer and. unconsciously, Valora began to brace herself for the fallout as she took a deep breath “To answer the question going through your head. Yes, it’s very possible Rebecca Laali herself trained me. Close as we were, we didn’t go over personal details much. Complicates the job.”
And just like that, Valora now had multiple worries. Her upcoming match with Nathan, defending her Legacy, and, more importantly, the incredibly unpredictable reaction of Rob Riot to what he had just heard….
Rob Riot was silent for a moment. “He’s talking about you, you know. His spiel about the Legends of New Edge. You’re a former World Champ, you’re a Hall of Fame. You associate with legends of wrestling. Granted I’m no legend in New Edge, least not yet, but I am outside it. You have more in common with people like me, Al Envy, and yes, even Jesse Styles than you do the others. You’ve built a legacy, Val. You need to defend that Legacy now and build on it. I can’t help, however, but notice the bitterness in your voice when speaking of him. I thought you and Nate were friends.”
Valora turned to Rob and stared him in the eyes. “That friendship ended when he gave me special treatment. I don’t need his fuckin’ pity!”
Rob Riot frowned. “So.. the self destructive side of you comes out. I sometimes wonder if-”
“You’ve no fuckin’ room to talk, Clockman. Keep breaking clocks and setting them to that time, keep drawing them and even I won’t be able to help them. You and I have the same problem. We’re cursed with immortality and we both want nothing more than to find a way to just...die.”
Rob Riot raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
Valora looked at Rob Riot. Was he hinting at something? Of course he was. It was finally happening. Valora had seen the signs coming but were things developing into deeper ranges than she had thought? She didn’t need this now. She had to find a way to prevent a third straight loss. She had lost the World Title match. She had lost the Tag Team Title match. Hell, so far since New Edge returned, she had managed only to beat Jeremiah Vastrix and that wasn’t the dominant win it was supposed to have been. Once more the doubts were creeping in. Thoughts of retirement and then there was the fact that Father Nathan, her opponent this week, had insulted her. Whether he had meant to or not was irrelevant. The moment he decided to hesitate and not finish Valora off.. he had done more damage to her than he ever could have if his punch had found it’s mark. He had said Valora was weak, vulnerable, allowed to live because of his misguided fucking mercy. That, combined with deciding to launch the same war she had once waged, quite successfully, against the Legends of New Edge called for a response. The response that Valora had specialized in and was her trademark.
Nathan had insulted her by ‘sparing’ her and Jesse Styles had insulted her by using her to put asses in the seat but protecting his precious champion. Her thoughts were interrupted by the look that Rob Riot was giving her indicating he had asked her a question and was waiting for an answer and so she blinked. “Sorry, what?”
Rob Riot smiled a bit, shaking his head. “I was saying it’s nice to see the sun again, feel the breeze on my face. And I don’t have to listen to the sounds of Hunter and his girlfriend fucking. How the hell did she get in anyways? You I understand, you had special training, and I’d like to know who trained you, but her?”
Valora shrugs. “She works as a physical rehab specialist I think.. she has enough knowledge of medicine and hospital procedure to masquerade as a worker and no one will ask questions.. especially given that no one seems to want to deal with you or Hunter. Though you’ve actually managed to become more unpopular than Hunter. Didn’t think that was possible. Must be your winning personality.”
Rob gritted his teeth. “They’re treating me like I’m crazy.” Valora nodded. “Newsflash, Rob. You are.You and I are both broken inside.. As for who trained me… you really don’t want to know the answer to that question. Come on, let’s go…”
A couple hours later, the pair walked into the apartment that belonged to Valora’s FBI identity. Rob Riot walked in a bit more slowly, closing the door, looking around and nodding. “So you can clean up.” Valora smirks. “I have to fit the identity I assume. FBI agents don’t typically go living in low income, high crime neighborhoods.”
Rob walked over to the bar, helping himself to a drink of whiskey as he nodded. “How does this work, exactly? I mean you.. look different, even the way you talk, move.. it’s totally different.. Is this like controlled multiple personalities or something?”
Valora smirks. “Funny you should mention that as it can be something of a risk for spies/assassins/covert operatives in the game too long. You live so many cover IDs, you can forget who you, yourself actually is. As for how it works, your metaphor, is somewhat accurate. A cover identity has to be more than fake documents and the like. There has to be a personality to go with it. For example, FBI agent. Expected to be No nonsense, by the book, professional. thorough. They want uniformity. Conformity. So I make sure to add the educated tone to my voice, drop the accent, the hints of my coming from South Central L.A. Now we’re getting somewhere, but you haven’t asked me the questions you want to ask yet.”
Rob Riot raises an eyebrow, calmly taking another drink from the glass of whiskey he had poured himself. “What questions might those be? And shouldn’t you be focused on Nathan?”
Valora smirks. “I can multitask. I have something special planned for him, but I’m supposed to be picking you apart and evaluating you. You know one of the questions, Rob. You ask yourself it every time you hear Hunter fucking Alise. But you’re also a rich British man. A gentleman. There’s a code of conduct you have to follow, although by those same codes, I’m so far beneath you as to not even merit your notice. The question is do you care about that?”
Valora paused here for a moment to give him some time to think and respond. It gave her time to do her own examinations. Did she really want this? The only times she had ever had sex with men had been very much against her will. Even if she wanted to, opening herself up to him in that way could potentially be an incredibly traumatic experience. There was also the fact of betraying the memory of her lover to worry about. And Liz. Liz was another concern altogether. Finally she sighed.
“Yes Rob Riot. Sex is possible. It hasn’t been attempted yet because I… don’t know how to do it with a man and have it mean something. I could, if need be, strip naked, fuck you and give you want you want, but I’d be numb inside.. it’d be as stimulating for me as watching.. say 50 shades of Grey or some shit. I assume you’d want it to mean something and hence.. the delay. The other question is… well I saw it on your face, when I answered in public. You want to know about my training.”
“Some things don’t add up.” Rob Riot began. “How did you make it out of Mexico? I get the feeling from you that you’re really good at what you do. And your reaction and eagerness to help me track down a certain person…”
Valora sighs. “I warned you. The CIA found me in Mexico, I was rescued, cared for, my life saved by one woman. She trained me, became something of a mentor to me, and a partner of sorts. You know the name really well. Before I confirm it though, I’ll point out that during my time, I also made a friend or two in MOSSAD, learned Krav Maga from them as well as their more decisive way of solving problems.”
Valora paused, she noticed Rob Riot’s jaw clenching and his eyes looking at her. He was expecting the answer and. unconsciously, Valora began to brace herself for the fallout as she took a deep breath “To answer the question going through your head. Yes, it’s very possible Rebecca Laali herself trained me. Close as we were, we didn’t go over personal details much. Complicates the job.”
And just like that, Valora now had multiple worries. Her upcoming match with Nathan, defending her Legacy, and, more importantly, the incredibly unpredictable reaction of Rob Riot to what he had just heard….