Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 18:38:00 GMT -6
CREEEEAK! CREEEEEAK! CREEEEEEAK!
...It’s all we hear until the camera focuses in on two beautiful ladies, each wearing a tank top and ripped, tight fitting jeans. But don’t get too excited. That loud creaking noise isn’t the result of anything naughty!
“Does this ladder make my ass look fat?”
Or is it?...
...Naw. The more exotic of the two girls, Violetta, with long black flowy hair down to the middle of her back and a small mole on her left arm, is up high on a ladder. What the hell is she doing though? The ladder is literally positioned in the middle of the room.
”Girlssssss! Dinner!!!”
“Oop! Gotta go!”
Violetta ; “GIRL! No! You’re gonna have to catch me just in case I fall!”
Her friend, Kinzie, is your typical blonde haired, blue eyed bombshell. They were both high school dropouts chasing after the same dream - a modeling career. Both would go on to receive moderate success, scoring magazine covers and walking the runway to promote the clothing of highly sought-out designers. They were always around one another, and always knew what the other was thinking…
..So for Violetta to KNOW that her friend Kinzie was always checking her out was the understatement of the century.
Violetta ; “Kinzie!”
Violetta looks down just in the knick of time to catch Kinzie staring at her ass, but just ignores it as Kinzie looks off into the kitchen.
Kinzie ; “Huh?! OH! You.. you heard your mom, right? It’s time to eat!”
Violetta ; “But I’ve gotta practice climbing this ladder some more. It’s important…”
Kinzie ; “You’ve gone up and down on that thing like a pro all day..”
Violetta ; “Mmmm.. that’s what HE said!”
Kinzie ; “Who’s THAT lucky guy?!”
Violetta ; “Bitch, you know I was just being funny. I haven’t dated anyone since…… since….”
Kinzie ; “...Alright, that’s enough. I’m sorry for bringing it up…”
Violetta would go on to abandon her first love seven years ego ; that’s when her modeling career really took off, and her ex was at the prime of his career in the wrestling industry. Still to this day, she felt terrible for what she did. And everytime she would mention him, or even pick up the phone to break the ice and message him after all these years, there was a jealous Kinzie lurking behind her shoulder to stop her in her tracks.
Violetta ; “It’s fine…”
Kinzie ; “You never even told me why you’re practicing climbing a ladder in the first place.”
Violetta ; “You probably wouldn’t support me if you knew.”
When Violetta split with her aforementioned ex, Kinzie was married to a man, and they had twins. Her husband had the tendency to get rather abusive, and he was a complete control freak ; so controlling that he forced Kinzie to go her separate ways from Violetta.
By the time Kinzie finally had the courage to walk away from her controlling ex-husband, she immediately came crawling back into Violetta’s life to rekindle their.. Friendship? A still single and partially oblivious Violetta took her best friend back into her life with open arms… not knowing the severity of Kinzie’s obsession with her.
If Kinzie knew that Violetta had actually Facebook stalked her wrestler ex-boyfriend without her knowledge, in an attempt to try to work things out or at the very least, have a conversation with him? Kinzie was going to freak out. But it damn sure wasn’t because Violetta would be putting herself in danger, like Violetta would assume. Kinzie would be pissed because in the end, she wants to marry Violeta for herself.
Kinzie ; “Girl, please! Try me.”
Violetta ; “My nephew has a box of toys in the attic at my grandma’s house.. He’s being staying with her, and I volunteered to help retrieve them!”
Kinzie ; “So… all this is just preparation to climb up into an attic for kid toys?!”
Violetta ; “Yep!”, she lied.
Kinzie ; “Well.. that sounds dangerous! You could seriously injure yourself walking down a ladder with a box chocked full of toys! Maybe she should get a professional to help out!”
Violetta takes a sigh before expertly jumping down from the top of the ladder.
Kinzie ; “Heeeey! Careful!”
If only she knew my true intentions for this weekend. Climbing up into an attic? Fuckin’ please. I’m hoping to climb a ladder and retrieve something truly special ; a shot at a huge prize: The NEW TransAtlantic or X-Core title. And then maybe after, I’ll get the chance to climb something even better in the form of my ex… if ya know what I mean. But Kinzie is so fucking overprotective. Sometimes I don’t know if she wants to me safe.. Or if she wants me for herself. I see the way the girl checks out my ass - there’s no denying that. And.. what girls asks their girlfriend to get topless so she can size her for a bra for her birthday?! A decade’s worth of birthdays have passed now.. AND I DON’T HAVE ONE FUCKING BRA THAT SHE GIFTED ME! NOT A ONE!
Kinzie ; “I wonder what your mom made. Sure smells good!”
Violetta ; “Smells like Italian!”, she declared in excitement, remembering how much her ex just loved authentic Italian food.
Kinzie ; “Your nipples just got hard!”
SEE THERE?!
So let me break down NEW. It stands for New Edge Wrestling. And it’s the promotion that my ex currently works for. I applied and for whatever reason, the boss Jesse Styles wound up giving me a shot. I call that fate. I just hope that when I show up on Sunday night he’s not some creeper that wants to fondle me. I had enough of that when I auditioned for Casting Couch Teens.. Not one of my brighter moments! But ya do dumb shit when you’re hurt.
And apparently, ya do dumb shit when you’re still trying to heal an old wound. This Jesse Styles guy seems legit enough if that means being in the vicinity of my ex again. Though he’s not in the same match as me, I know that I’ll more than likely see him backstage sometime before or after. And we’ll lock eyes. And it’ll be just like old times. Fuck… now you probably think I’m some psycho stalker bitch who doesn’t know how to move on with her life. And if that’s what you think, I get it. But… I’d like to think that his “single” Facebook status may have something to do with me. Maybe he never truly got over me, either. Like I said, I’m banking on the fact that this is fate.
Kinzie ; “Really, bitch?! Hot pockets!”
Kinzie gets upset to see that Violetta’s mom has prepared two plates with a single pepperoni flavored hot pocket on each.
Kinzie ; “I know good and damn well you can do better than this shit!”
Violetta ; “Bitch, chill. Stop yelling at my mom. She knows I love hot pockets!”
”HA! Now who’s the bitch, you closet lesbian?!”
Violetta ; “MA!”
Kinzie ; “It’s still you, ya miserable cunt! Shove this hot pocket up your ass, you….. You….. you…
LINT LICKER!
”Nice comeback, whore. Now eat the fucking hot pocket and shut up!”
Kinzie slides her plate over to Violetta.
Kinzie ; “Here.. you have it.”
My ex and I used to eat hot pockets.. And roast marshmallows together. Strangely enough, we would always hang out where there was a fire going. I’d like to think he was romantic like that, but part of me thinks he was a closet pyromaniac. He even made a name for himself in the wrestling business for his love of fire, from what I saw on Facebook. He would sit with me and tell me about all of his opponents at the time. He would list off their strengths and weaknesses as if he were always cutting a promo and roasting those fucks. I even remembered some of the things he taught me about those individuals.
It was sometimes hard to comprehend what he was saying, though. His eyes were so beautiful and comforting and the way he would wrap me in his arms as I listened to the toxicity flow from his tongue. It made me feel safe, and I think it motivated him in a way… as if he was pretending to protect me from every single one of them. And I needed protection. I still need protection. Shit, I may have just put myself in yet ANOTHER position to need protection by signing up for this wrestling promotion AND this ladder match. He always told me that the first match in a new promotion was easy. Just like riding a bike, and you’ve gotta go in with a kill or be killed attitude because everyone is looking at you as their prey.
But with this being my first EVER match and not knowing a thing?! Perhaps I need to do more than just practice climbing up and down a ladder. Perhaps I need to get someone to push me off a few times so I can practice landing gracefully. Because with there being eleven participants and me being the only chica? I’m sure I’m going to be down A LOT in this match. They’re not going to take me lightly and just let me win because I’m the prettiest one in the bunch. By the way, that was literally Jesse Styles’ pitch to me to make me sign up for the match.. CAN YA BELIEVE IT?!
While I lack athletic ability, and the know how… I can still rely on those words that my ex recalled. Maybe over the years some of these guys haven’t developed, and maybe they still have the same weaknesses. Perhaps Dane Preston is still a carbon copy of his dinosaur of a mentor. Maybe Nocturnal still pretends to be this badass that kills people for sport. Hopefully Tristan Ambrose is still a complete novice when it comes to wrestling like me. Shay McClure.. Well.. seems like he’ll be too fucking high to compete in the first place.
”Violetta, when do you leave again?!”
Perhaps Kevin Drake will be suplexing the air like he’s the new school Damien Mizdow. Maybe Hudson McKnight will be too concerned with his dairdo like he was in the 2003 CWF days. Joe August probably caught wind that I’m in this match and is going to cut a promo SOLELY about me being hot.. And then during the ladder match, be too preoccupied with drooling to death that he won’t actually bother to touch me. Maybe Tommy Kain just LOOKS the part of intimidating, and perhaps the mysterious Kyle Manson won’t even show so I won’t have to worry about whether he’s got talent or not. And then there’s Nomad… Well.. shit. Maybe if my ex won’t take me back when he sees me, Nomad will want to walk away Sunday night with some new arm candy ‘cuz that man is hotter than all fuck! I heard he can man handle too! Mmmm!”
Violetta ; “I leave tomorrow, mom.”
Kinzie ; “Leaving for where?! What’s going on?! How long are you gonna be gone for?! When will you be back?! I’ll miss y….”
Violetta ; “Just going to Wisconsin!”
”Bring me back some cheese! I’ll make you some fresh pasta when you get home! Just like your mom’s ex used to make!”
Kinzie ; “ENOUGH! ...BESIDES! When have you EVER made anything homemade?! It’s always instant fucking ramen and hot pockets with you!!!”
Kinzie storms off into her bedroom and slams the door.
”So are you not going to tell that bitch that you’re going to go see Sh…”
Violetta ; ”..I don’t have the heart to! She’s more protective of me than you are. When I told you I was going to be pursuing a second chance and a wrestling career, you were supportive about it! Why can’t she be?!”
”Hell, I just wanted to get your ass up out of the house. What woman still lives with her mom at 27?! I wish you’d take her with ya, too! Been having to deal with her living here ever since she left that husband of hers!”
Violetta ; “Damn.. that’s cold! I’m going to miss you..”
”I’m gonna miss you too.. I love you so much. But I wasn’t kidding about the part where I said take Kinzie with you!”
Violetta ; “I can’t. I can’t even tell her what I’m doing - not yet, anyway. Shit, just packing for Green Bay in the room beside hers is going to be awkward enough. What if she comes in and kills me in my sleep in the middle of the night?”
”Naw.. She’ll just grab your boobs. Maybe grab ya by the pu…”
Violetta ; “MOM!!!!”
”..Which reminds me. I need to go shave. I got a Tinder date in an hour!”
As her mom flees the scene to get prepared for a good nailing, and her friend is in the spare room bawling and wondering why Violetta doesn’t love her, Violetta takes a seat at the bar with her hot pockets. She is scrolling through old photos and videos on her phone, and just starts laughing. She seems to be mesmerized by the contents of each as she clicks on one last video where you can literally hear a fire going in the background. A man’s voice says, “I love just sitting here by the fire… almost as much as I love you….” With tears starting to stream down her face, Violetta says….
Violetta ; “I love you too, Shane! See you soon!”
Just as the scene fades to black, we hear Kinzie opening her door and shouting, ”WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK?!” as Violetta is seen rolling her tearful eyes.
...It’s all we hear until the camera focuses in on two beautiful ladies, each wearing a tank top and ripped, tight fitting jeans. But don’t get too excited. That loud creaking noise isn’t the result of anything naughty!
“Does this ladder make my ass look fat?”
Or is it?...
...Naw. The more exotic of the two girls, Violetta, with long black flowy hair down to the middle of her back and a small mole on her left arm, is up high on a ladder. What the hell is she doing though? The ladder is literally positioned in the middle of the room.
”Girlssssss! Dinner!!!”
“Oop! Gotta go!”
Violetta ; “GIRL! No! You’re gonna have to catch me just in case I fall!”
Her friend, Kinzie, is your typical blonde haired, blue eyed bombshell. They were both high school dropouts chasing after the same dream - a modeling career. Both would go on to receive moderate success, scoring magazine covers and walking the runway to promote the clothing of highly sought-out designers. They were always around one another, and always knew what the other was thinking…
..So for Violetta to KNOW that her friend Kinzie was always checking her out was the understatement of the century.
Violetta ; “Kinzie!”
Violetta looks down just in the knick of time to catch Kinzie staring at her ass, but just ignores it as Kinzie looks off into the kitchen.
Kinzie ; “Huh?! OH! You.. you heard your mom, right? It’s time to eat!”
Violetta ; “But I’ve gotta practice climbing this ladder some more. It’s important…”
Kinzie ; “You’ve gone up and down on that thing like a pro all day..”
Violetta ; “Mmmm.. that’s what HE said!”
Kinzie ; “Who’s THAT lucky guy?!”
Violetta ; “Bitch, you know I was just being funny. I haven’t dated anyone since…… since….”
Kinzie ; “...Alright, that’s enough. I’m sorry for bringing it up…”
Violetta would go on to abandon her first love seven years ego ; that’s when her modeling career really took off, and her ex was at the prime of his career in the wrestling industry. Still to this day, she felt terrible for what she did. And everytime she would mention him, or even pick up the phone to break the ice and message him after all these years, there was a jealous Kinzie lurking behind her shoulder to stop her in her tracks.
Violetta ; “It’s fine…”
Kinzie ; “You never even told me why you’re practicing climbing a ladder in the first place.”
Violetta ; “You probably wouldn’t support me if you knew.”
When Violetta split with her aforementioned ex, Kinzie was married to a man, and they had twins. Her husband had the tendency to get rather abusive, and he was a complete control freak ; so controlling that he forced Kinzie to go her separate ways from Violetta.
By the time Kinzie finally had the courage to walk away from her controlling ex-husband, she immediately came crawling back into Violetta’s life to rekindle their.. Friendship? A still single and partially oblivious Violetta took her best friend back into her life with open arms… not knowing the severity of Kinzie’s obsession with her.
If Kinzie knew that Violetta had actually Facebook stalked her wrestler ex-boyfriend without her knowledge, in an attempt to try to work things out or at the very least, have a conversation with him? Kinzie was going to freak out. But it damn sure wasn’t because Violetta would be putting herself in danger, like Violetta would assume. Kinzie would be pissed because in the end, she wants to marry Violeta for herself.
Kinzie ; “Girl, please! Try me.”
Violetta ; “My nephew has a box of toys in the attic at my grandma’s house.. He’s being staying with her, and I volunteered to help retrieve them!”
Kinzie ; “So… all this is just preparation to climb up into an attic for kid toys?!”
Violetta ; “Yep!”, she lied.
Kinzie ; “Well.. that sounds dangerous! You could seriously injure yourself walking down a ladder with a box chocked full of toys! Maybe she should get a professional to help out!”
Violetta takes a sigh before expertly jumping down from the top of the ladder.
Kinzie ; “Heeeey! Careful!”
If only she knew my true intentions for this weekend. Climbing up into an attic? Fuckin’ please. I’m hoping to climb a ladder and retrieve something truly special ; a shot at a huge prize: The NEW TransAtlantic or X-Core title. And then maybe after, I’ll get the chance to climb something even better in the form of my ex… if ya know what I mean. But Kinzie is so fucking overprotective. Sometimes I don’t know if she wants to me safe.. Or if she wants me for herself. I see the way the girl checks out my ass - there’s no denying that. And.. what girls asks their girlfriend to get topless so she can size her for a bra for her birthday?! A decade’s worth of birthdays have passed now.. AND I DON’T HAVE ONE FUCKING BRA THAT SHE GIFTED ME! NOT A ONE!
Kinzie ; “I wonder what your mom made. Sure smells good!”
Violetta ; “Smells like Italian!”, she declared in excitement, remembering how much her ex just loved authentic Italian food.
Kinzie ; “Your nipples just got hard!”
SEE THERE?!
So let me break down NEW. It stands for New Edge Wrestling. And it’s the promotion that my ex currently works for. I applied and for whatever reason, the boss Jesse Styles wound up giving me a shot. I call that fate. I just hope that when I show up on Sunday night he’s not some creeper that wants to fondle me. I had enough of that when I auditioned for Casting Couch Teens.. Not one of my brighter moments! But ya do dumb shit when you’re hurt.
And apparently, ya do dumb shit when you’re still trying to heal an old wound. This Jesse Styles guy seems legit enough if that means being in the vicinity of my ex again. Though he’s not in the same match as me, I know that I’ll more than likely see him backstage sometime before or after. And we’ll lock eyes. And it’ll be just like old times. Fuck… now you probably think I’m some psycho stalker bitch who doesn’t know how to move on with her life. And if that’s what you think, I get it. But… I’d like to think that his “single” Facebook status may have something to do with me. Maybe he never truly got over me, either. Like I said, I’m banking on the fact that this is fate.
Kinzie ; “Really, bitch?! Hot pockets!”
Kinzie gets upset to see that Violetta’s mom has prepared two plates with a single pepperoni flavored hot pocket on each.
Kinzie ; “I know good and damn well you can do better than this shit!”
Violetta ; “Bitch, chill. Stop yelling at my mom. She knows I love hot pockets!”
”HA! Now who’s the bitch, you closet lesbian?!”
Violetta ; “MA!”
Kinzie ; “It’s still you, ya miserable cunt! Shove this hot pocket up your ass, you….. You….. you…
LINT LICKER!
”Nice comeback, whore. Now eat the fucking hot pocket and shut up!”
Kinzie slides her plate over to Violetta.
Kinzie ; “Here.. you have it.”
My ex and I used to eat hot pockets.. And roast marshmallows together. Strangely enough, we would always hang out where there was a fire going. I’d like to think he was romantic like that, but part of me thinks he was a closet pyromaniac. He even made a name for himself in the wrestling business for his love of fire, from what I saw on Facebook. He would sit with me and tell me about all of his opponents at the time. He would list off their strengths and weaknesses as if he were always cutting a promo and roasting those fucks. I even remembered some of the things he taught me about those individuals.
It was sometimes hard to comprehend what he was saying, though. His eyes were so beautiful and comforting and the way he would wrap me in his arms as I listened to the toxicity flow from his tongue. It made me feel safe, and I think it motivated him in a way… as if he was pretending to protect me from every single one of them. And I needed protection. I still need protection. Shit, I may have just put myself in yet ANOTHER position to need protection by signing up for this wrestling promotion AND this ladder match. He always told me that the first match in a new promotion was easy. Just like riding a bike, and you’ve gotta go in with a kill or be killed attitude because everyone is looking at you as their prey.
But with this being my first EVER match and not knowing a thing?! Perhaps I need to do more than just practice climbing up and down a ladder. Perhaps I need to get someone to push me off a few times so I can practice landing gracefully. Because with there being eleven participants and me being the only chica? I’m sure I’m going to be down A LOT in this match. They’re not going to take me lightly and just let me win because I’m the prettiest one in the bunch. By the way, that was literally Jesse Styles’ pitch to me to make me sign up for the match.. CAN YA BELIEVE IT?!
While I lack athletic ability, and the know how… I can still rely on those words that my ex recalled. Maybe over the years some of these guys haven’t developed, and maybe they still have the same weaknesses. Perhaps Dane Preston is still a carbon copy of his dinosaur of a mentor. Maybe Nocturnal still pretends to be this badass that kills people for sport. Hopefully Tristan Ambrose is still a complete novice when it comes to wrestling like me. Shay McClure.. Well.. seems like he’ll be too fucking high to compete in the first place.
”Violetta, when do you leave again?!”
Perhaps Kevin Drake will be suplexing the air like he’s the new school Damien Mizdow. Maybe Hudson McKnight will be too concerned with his dairdo like he was in the 2003 CWF days. Joe August probably caught wind that I’m in this match and is going to cut a promo SOLELY about me being hot.. And then during the ladder match, be too preoccupied with drooling to death that he won’t actually bother to touch me. Maybe Tommy Kain just LOOKS the part of intimidating, and perhaps the mysterious Kyle Manson won’t even show so I won’t have to worry about whether he’s got talent or not. And then there’s Nomad… Well.. shit. Maybe if my ex won’t take me back when he sees me, Nomad will want to walk away Sunday night with some new arm candy ‘cuz that man is hotter than all fuck! I heard he can man handle too! Mmmm!”
Violetta ; “I leave tomorrow, mom.”
Kinzie ; “Leaving for where?! What’s going on?! How long are you gonna be gone for?! When will you be back?! I’ll miss y….”
Violetta ; “Just going to Wisconsin!”
”Bring me back some cheese! I’ll make you some fresh pasta when you get home! Just like your mom’s ex used to make!”
Kinzie ; “ENOUGH! ...BESIDES! When have you EVER made anything homemade?! It’s always instant fucking ramen and hot pockets with you!!!”
Kinzie storms off into her bedroom and slams the door.
”So are you not going to tell that bitch that you’re going to go see Sh…”
Violetta ; ”..I don’t have the heart to! She’s more protective of me than you are. When I told you I was going to be pursuing a second chance and a wrestling career, you were supportive about it! Why can’t she be?!”
”Hell, I just wanted to get your ass up out of the house. What woman still lives with her mom at 27?! I wish you’d take her with ya, too! Been having to deal with her living here ever since she left that husband of hers!”
Violetta ; “Damn.. that’s cold! I’m going to miss you..”
”I’m gonna miss you too.. I love you so much. But I wasn’t kidding about the part where I said take Kinzie with you!”
Violetta ; “I can’t. I can’t even tell her what I’m doing - not yet, anyway. Shit, just packing for Green Bay in the room beside hers is going to be awkward enough. What if she comes in and kills me in my sleep in the middle of the night?”
”Naw.. She’ll just grab your boobs. Maybe grab ya by the pu…”
Violetta ; “MOM!!!!”
”..Which reminds me. I need to go shave. I got a Tinder date in an hour!”
As her mom flees the scene to get prepared for a good nailing, and her friend is in the spare room bawling and wondering why Violetta doesn’t love her, Violetta takes a seat at the bar with her hot pockets. She is scrolling through old photos and videos on her phone, and just starts laughing. She seems to be mesmerized by the contents of each as she clicks on one last video where you can literally hear a fire going in the background. A man’s voice says, “I love just sitting here by the fire… almost as much as I love you….” With tears starting to stream down her face, Violetta says….
Violetta ; “I love you too, Shane! See you soon!”
Just as the scene fades to black, we hear Kinzie opening her door and shouting, ”WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK?!” as Violetta is seen rolling her tearful eyes.