The 'Little' Monster is strangely silent (Valora RP)
Dec 29, 2023 16:20:27 GMT -6
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Post by Valora on Dec 29, 2023 16:20:27 GMT -6
Chapter 1, Expansion:
Little Village, Chicago, Illinois:
Valora, Samantha and Abbigail walk through the building. As they walk through, Valora is keeping count. She has specific needs after all. There needs to be room for a ring. Potential to add more rings preferable. She needs a locker room/shower area. She needs at least basic medical facilities. She needs a Trophy room. She needs office and war room space as well and perhaps a few other areas as well. So far, this building seems to meet the bill. The realtor is outside, giving them time to debate. Samantha looks at Valora. “We’re racking up properties. The mansion in Barcelona. The estate in Mexico City, the gym in Los Angeles. Your family home in Los Angeles. Now this.”
Valora nods. “And I can afford all of them with just my current salary at just New Edge, right?” Samantha nods. “Yes.” Valora nods. “Then I’m not risking my finances just yet. Make it so, number 1.” Abbigail blinks. “Wait a minute! You can afford those properties with your salary?! Just how much are you making?” Valora smirks. “More than you, Hermana.” Abbigail nudges Valora and she sighs. “Less than my last contract in New Edge, more than your average talent.” Seeing the glare she sighs. “It’s bad form to talk about money. Those making less than you tend to get jealous. Those making more than you get smug. So like I said last time you asked. I’m making more than a million and less than 10 million a year.”
Samantha headed out and returned with the realtor a few moments later. Valora nods. “We’ll take it. But I’m not interested in paying rent.” The realtor raised her eyebrow. “Umm well Senora Salinas.. The price doesn’t include buying the land.” Valora cracks her neck slowly. “Chica. I own a mansion in Barcelona. I own another mansion and estate in Mexico City. I own a boxing gym in L.A. Not to mention the piece of shit house I grew up in in L.A. The point is. I’ve learned a thing or two about real estate and I promise you my check is going to clear. Now, the question you need to ask is are you going to cash it or are you going to explain to your boss and the people of Little Village that you let Valora Salinas go and instead of me investing in a community of my people, I’m in Wrigleyville, or Gold Coast, or maybe Pilsen or something.”
The realtor looks around and finally nods. “Fine. I’ll put together two offers. One with the tax rate you would assume if you buy outright, the same being the price I quoted you for renting. You can decide which offer you’d like to accept. I would recommend taking a look at that, given how property tax rates can change in Chicago. You might find out that renting is cheaper.” Samantha leans in. “Might be worth talking to Jesse too.” Valora turns and looks at her and Samantha gives Val ‘the look’ “He has experience running a business in Chicago and might actually have some good advice on buying vs. renting. If we’re going to expand and open a school here, we might be able to affiliate with New Edge. Who knows, if he’s feeling very generous, he might even allow New Edge house shows here which would not only give us money, but pump money into the community as well.”
Valora hated this idea. Mostly because of the pride she would have to swallow to ask Jesse Styles for a favor. “I’ll try to talk to him, but not sure how willing he will be to do me any favors while I’m gearing up to take my World Title back.” Valora turns to the realtor. “Chica. If I rent now, could I decide to buy later?” The realtor nods. “That could probably be doable, yes.” Valora nods. “Alright. My girl here will be in touch with your office later today to put down a payment to confirm our interest.”
A few minutes later, they walk out of the building and Abbigail whistles. “Wow, I can’t even imagine looking at a whole building and being like. “Yeah, this is mine now.” That’s soo cool!”
Valora nods. “Not every fighter gets to this level, hermana. For everyone like Blair or myself.. There are 10 fighters eating their dinner at McDonald’s.. On their breaks because they need the extra job to make ends meet.” Abbigail looks at Valora who shrugs. “You ever have a second job?” Valora shook her head. “Nah. But in Cleveland, at the start of my career. Ramen, Fast food. Pizza. Cereal. My four food groups. I was staying in this tiny ass apartment.. Most professional fighters never get out of that range. Of the ones that do, about half get to be ‘comfortable’. The number of people who make it to my level? Very small. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking you’re owed this, Hermana. If I’m not careful with my money, it all goes poof.”
Chapter 2: Preparation, the little monster makes a mistake!
New Edge HQ: War Room!:
Abbigail spins herself around on the office chair while drinking from her plastic bottle of pepsi. Valora has her trademark tequila and her and Samantha are looking at what Samantha had dug up on Rylee Ruin. Abbigail looks over. “So they say she’s crazy, right?” Valora smirks. “Don’t knock crazy. So the chica’s brain doesn’t work properly. Mine doesn’t either, it’s also helped me out a lot. Now, of course I haven’t sat down and done an in depth eval on her, but the her that you see backstage is different from the her you see in the ring.” Abbigail blinks. “So like total schizo? Multiple personalities and such?”
Valora pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “I swear to fuckin’ god Hermana, I am going to enroll you in psych 101 at one of the colleges. Firstly. Schizophrenia covers a small spectrum of disorders. Multiple personalities isn’t used by professionals anymore. We call it Dissociative Identity Disorder.” Abbigail blinks. “Wait, what? We?” Valora sighs. “Hermana, when I worked with the Mexican Federal Police Ju know what I did? My specialty was psychological profiling. Because I promised mi madre that I wouldn’t waste a free education. And I didn’t. Now I rarely make use of it, to help people at any rate, but I am licensed to practice medicine in the State of California, Mexico and I think Spain too. Which means by extension the European Union.” She turns to Samantha. “Reminds me, make sure we renew my medical license here.”
Abbigail blinks. “Why?” Valora shrugs. “Because Hermana.. I’m getting soft in my old age, apparently. Now, what is or is not wrong with Rylee is not the dangerous part of her.” Abbigail nods. “ She fights weirdly. Never seen that before.” Valora nods. “Not surprised. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Not a bad choice for someone as small as she is. Not sure why she chose to mix in Thai Kickboxing though. Ideally someone as small as she is should never be close enough to their opponent to make use of it.”
Abbigail nods. “ Like when I fought Fowler! You told me to stick and move.” Valora nods. “Exactly. Her trainer fucked up. They either don’t know what they’re doing or they didn’t stop her from making a mistake.” Samantha nods. “ She was trained by her family. Seem they run a combat institute.. Looking to be the next Gracie family or something is my guess.” Valora nods. “ So then they failed to stop her from making a mistake. Oh well, puta gets within reach of me and it’s Gringa Killa time. She ever do anything MMA wise?” Samantha shakes her head. ‘Nope. Too small.” Valora nods. “Yeah.. I mean she’s practically kid sized. Still, we do have an important edge.” Abbigail turns and looks at her and Valora. “8 Days. 8 Days until the event and we don’t have anything from her. She’s not doing her part to build hype for the match. I suppose I’ll be the team player and build the match for Jesse before I ask him for a favor.” Samantha nods. “It would make our job easier.”
The trio leaves the war room and Abbigail turns to Valora as they walk. “How is this a mistake, though?” Valora sighs and shakes her head. “Kids these days. Hermana, did you read the developmental contract you have?” Abbigail blinks. Valora sighs. “Fuckin’ kids these days. Alright hermana, I think we need to add a talk about contracts and shit. But for the purposes of Rylee. Every level of contract has one thing in common. A wrestler is expected to do their part to help the company. It’s real simple. The fed pushes you. They put you on TV. Their personnel will talk up your talents, they give you a chance to showcase your talents, to try and win titles and they pay you money besides. But it ain’t charity. In turn, you’re expected to do your part to push the fed. One way you do this is trying to generate hype for your match. Encourage people to tune in. To buy tickets. Buy merch. Since Rylee can’t be bothered as of yet. I will have to make the assumption she won’t. Which means now I have to carry the burden myself.”
Abbigail nods. “So where to?” Valora sighs. “Press Conference here, Normally, I’d head for Memphis, always wanted to party on Beale Street but, I haven’t been to Chi-town for a while, was hoping to spend New Year’s Eve here. With us finding a good spot for our HQ, at least Samantha would need to stay here. So we’ll find something to do here for New Year’s and then head for Memphis where we get ready for Ignite.”
Samantha takes out her smartphone and starts to organize the reporters for a press conference when Valora stops and turns her head to the side and smirks, turning sharply on her heel and walks into the NEW Hall of Fame. Samantha and Abbigail follow and Valora nods. “Turn the cam on or stream or whatever the fuck you kids and tech geeks do.. Make sure this gets on the NEW… whatever… you know.” Samantha and Abbigail share a look and smirk with each other as Samantha nods. “Right. “Doing, that weird tech magic. We’ll record this and then can edit and post the video later.”
NEW HQ, Hall of Fame Section[/i]
The video starts and Valora is standing in the section of NEW’s HQ dedicated to the Hall of Fame. She shakes her head and sighs. “Fuckin’ kids today, I swear. Hey Rylee.. Maybe your family school shoulda taught you something about how to fuckin’ promote a fight. Don’t worry chica, I got you. I’ll take your ass to school now and then in Memphis Imma take your ass to school again.”
Valora walks around, by luck, she happens across Vanessa’s entry. She points to the picture. “You’re just a cheap knock off of her. Problem is chica. I knew Vanessa, There was a time when that loco puta and I hooked up to see who was more loco. Now, normally, I’d have the editing types put a video clip here but.. V and I.. were a little too much for those whiny wimps that run Youtube and twitch. See, V and I were both pretty fuckin’ loco and when we booked a death match, we tried to give the people what they wanted. We went into that much fully intending and trying to murder each other. I’m here. She’s not. Draw your own conclusions or hop on the NEW website and search for V vs. Valora Texas Death Match Fenway park.”
Valora pauses and takes a breath. “I’m not mentioning this match to brag. I’m mentioning to point out that I don’t sweat you. Or this monster act you do. You disrespected me. You disrespected this company. Because you’re too busy living off of daddy’s money. Yeah god forbid you should go out and do something yourself, right? When your father was your age, he had more money than most people can count. What have you done? Oh, right. You’re a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu champ, right? Did you get into that before or after the Gracies made it the new hotness? You definitely jumped on the muay thai bandwagon which for someone your size was about the worst fuckin’ decision you coulda made..”
Valora drops into a boxing stance and throws a few punches. “These fuckin’ hands chica. I could end you with nothing more than these fuckin’ hands.. But we ain’t doin’ MMA much to the relief of the fans. I get to used my whole body to curb stomp your ass.”
Valora walks a little ways along and stops at a picture of Johnny Stylez and sighs. “Say what you want about the man and believe I got plenty to say about my future opponent but at the end of the day, the man is.. Well the man. The champ. He’s the champ because while he might talk like a retarded 5 year old having a seizure, but in the ring the man is certainly capable of throwing a beating down on people. And as this year winds down and 2024 kicks off in Memphis as we build towards Tension, you see he and I are doing what has to be done. Reminding people that the NEW World Title is why we’re all here and only he and I have a shot at it at the moment. Then again, maybe I should ask why you’re here.. Because we’re about a week or so out from Ignite in Memphis, first Ignite of the new year and you’ve been silent chica. Did you think we got the Holidays off? Or perhaps you just don’t care enough to get out of that nice car you drive around and bought with daddy’s money. Must be nice chica.. Some of us had to actually do something and earn our fuckin’ money.”
Valora moves a bit further along the hall and stops at Roger Wright’s picture and smirks. “Former champ. Real enigma that one. He can be a true professional and build a fight into a must see event. Or he can run off and drop off the fuckin’ grid. Perhaps you’re trying to be like him with the silence? Want me to be afraid that you’re out there stalking me like we’re in a horror movie?”
Valora smirks. “Cool, bring it on chica. I ain’t the damsel in distress running. I’m the badass chica what kills the monster in the horror movie and then celebrates with a bottle of tequila. So no need to be bashful. Cause you won’t be able to hide from me in Memphis. You and I have a date small fry.
Valora stops again at her own picture and she looks at it and turns back. “This. This is what you’re up against. I didn’t buy BS training at my family’s wannabe martial arts school. I didn’t buy me a fancy car with my daddy’s money. I fucking bled for my money. I made people bleed for my money. I ended careers for my money. I’m a Hall of Famer here because I gave Jesse what he paid for. Always. Blood. Violence. Ratings. He knew that even if my opponent was Hunter Valentyne, a man I have nothing but complete contempt for, I would do my fuckin’ part and draw attention to the fight. To the event.”
Valora lets out an irritated sigh as she slams her left fist into her right palm “It really pisses me off when people decide I’m not worth their fuckin’ time, Puta. I hope you enjoy the holidays chica.. Cause I swear to whatever fuckin’ deity you wanna insert here that come Ignite.. Heh, Imma beat you and I won’t stop til they take your unconscious body out on an ambulance. I’m going to send a message about what Johnny Stylez has waiting for him in Texas and congrats chica.. You just won the honor of being my first victim.”
The video ends and Abbigail gulps. “Right.. Remind me never to piss you off.” Valora rolls her eyes. “Pisses me off. Even Johnny Stylez.. Fuck even Hunter Valentyne is professional enough to push a fight.” Valora’s voice switches to a more high pitched valley girl voice. “Oh but like it’s the holidays and daddy says I don’t have to work if I dun wanna!” She switches back to her normal tone. “Fuck that!” Valora stops and mutters something to herself, trying to keep her anger in check. “I…sincerely hope for her sake she decides to do her job before Ignite.” Valora looks at her phone and then at her companions. “Umm.. I think we got it. Let’s go get some lunch or something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
As the two left, Abbigail turns to Samantha, who answers the young rookie’s question with an annoyed sigh. “Probably running off for lunch with Blair.. She’s spending entirely too much time with her.” Abbigail shrugs. “ They’re friends. I think it’s cute.” Samantha nods. “We’ll see,”
Little Village, Chicago, Illinois:
Valora, Samantha and Abbigail walk through the building. As they walk through, Valora is keeping count. She has specific needs after all. There needs to be room for a ring. Potential to add more rings preferable. She needs a locker room/shower area. She needs at least basic medical facilities. She needs a Trophy room. She needs office and war room space as well and perhaps a few other areas as well. So far, this building seems to meet the bill. The realtor is outside, giving them time to debate. Samantha looks at Valora. “We’re racking up properties. The mansion in Barcelona. The estate in Mexico City, the gym in Los Angeles. Your family home in Los Angeles. Now this.”
Valora nods. “And I can afford all of them with just my current salary at just New Edge, right?” Samantha nods. “Yes.” Valora nods. “Then I’m not risking my finances just yet. Make it so, number 1.” Abbigail blinks. “Wait a minute! You can afford those properties with your salary?! Just how much are you making?” Valora smirks. “More than you, Hermana.” Abbigail nudges Valora and she sighs. “Less than my last contract in New Edge, more than your average talent.” Seeing the glare she sighs. “It’s bad form to talk about money. Those making less than you tend to get jealous. Those making more than you get smug. So like I said last time you asked. I’m making more than a million and less than 10 million a year.”
Samantha headed out and returned with the realtor a few moments later. Valora nods. “We’ll take it. But I’m not interested in paying rent.” The realtor raised her eyebrow. “Umm well Senora Salinas.. The price doesn’t include buying the land.” Valora cracks her neck slowly. “Chica. I own a mansion in Barcelona. I own another mansion and estate in Mexico City. I own a boxing gym in L.A. Not to mention the piece of shit house I grew up in in L.A. The point is. I’ve learned a thing or two about real estate and I promise you my check is going to clear. Now, the question you need to ask is are you going to cash it or are you going to explain to your boss and the people of Little Village that you let Valora Salinas go and instead of me investing in a community of my people, I’m in Wrigleyville, or Gold Coast, or maybe Pilsen or something.”
The realtor looks around and finally nods. “Fine. I’ll put together two offers. One with the tax rate you would assume if you buy outright, the same being the price I quoted you for renting. You can decide which offer you’d like to accept. I would recommend taking a look at that, given how property tax rates can change in Chicago. You might find out that renting is cheaper.” Samantha leans in. “Might be worth talking to Jesse too.” Valora turns and looks at her and Samantha gives Val ‘the look’ “He has experience running a business in Chicago and might actually have some good advice on buying vs. renting. If we’re going to expand and open a school here, we might be able to affiliate with New Edge. Who knows, if he’s feeling very generous, he might even allow New Edge house shows here which would not only give us money, but pump money into the community as well.”
Valora hated this idea. Mostly because of the pride she would have to swallow to ask Jesse Styles for a favor. “I’ll try to talk to him, but not sure how willing he will be to do me any favors while I’m gearing up to take my World Title back.” Valora turns to the realtor. “Chica. If I rent now, could I decide to buy later?” The realtor nods. “That could probably be doable, yes.” Valora nods. “Alright. My girl here will be in touch with your office later today to put down a payment to confirm our interest.”
A few minutes later, they walk out of the building and Abbigail whistles. “Wow, I can’t even imagine looking at a whole building and being like. “Yeah, this is mine now.” That’s soo cool!”
Valora nods. “Not every fighter gets to this level, hermana. For everyone like Blair or myself.. There are 10 fighters eating their dinner at McDonald’s.. On their breaks because they need the extra job to make ends meet.” Abbigail looks at Valora who shrugs. “You ever have a second job?” Valora shook her head. “Nah. But in Cleveland, at the start of my career. Ramen, Fast food. Pizza. Cereal. My four food groups. I was staying in this tiny ass apartment.. Most professional fighters never get out of that range. Of the ones that do, about half get to be ‘comfortable’. The number of people who make it to my level? Very small. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking you’re owed this, Hermana. If I’m not careful with my money, it all goes poof.”
Chapter 2: Preparation, the little monster makes a mistake!
New Edge HQ: War Room!:
Abbigail spins herself around on the office chair while drinking from her plastic bottle of pepsi. Valora has her trademark tequila and her and Samantha are looking at what Samantha had dug up on Rylee Ruin. Abbigail looks over. “So they say she’s crazy, right?” Valora smirks. “Don’t knock crazy. So the chica’s brain doesn’t work properly. Mine doesn’t either, it’s also helped me out a lot. Now, of course I haven’t sat down and done an in depth eval on her, but the her that you see backstage is different from the her you see in the ring.” Abbigail blinks. “So like total schizo? Multiple personalities and such?”
Valora pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “I swear to fuckin’ god Hermana, I am going to enroll you in psych 101 at one of the colleges. Firstly. Schizophrenia covers a small spectrum of disorders. Multiple personalities isn’t used by professionals anymore. We call it Dissociative Identity Disorder.” Abbigail blinks. “Wait, what? We?” Valora sighs. “Hermana, when I worked with the Mexican Federal Police Ju know what I did? My specialty was psychological profiling. Because I promised mi madre that I wouldn’t waste a free education. And I didn’t. Now I rarely make use of it, to help people at any rate, but I am licensed to practice medicine in the State of California, Mexico and I think Spain too. Which means by extension the European Union.” She turns to Samantha. “Reminds me, make sure we renew my medical license here.”
Abbigail blinks. “Why?” Valora shrugs. “Because Hermana.. I’m getting soft in my old age, apparently. Now, what is or is not wrong with Rylee is not the dangerous part of her.” Abbigail nods. “ She fights weirdly. Never seen that before.” Valora nods. “Not surprised. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Not a bad choice for someone as small as she is. Not sure why she chose to mix in Thai Kickboxing though. Ideally someone as small as she is should never be close enough to their opponent to make use of it.”
Abbigail nods. “ Like when I fought Fowler! You told me to stick and move.” Valora nods. “Exactly. Her trainer fucked up. They either don’t know what they’re doing or they didn’t stop her from making a mistake.” Samantha nods. “ She was trained by her family. Seem they run a combat institute.. Looking to be the next Gracie family or something is my guess.” Valora nods. “ So then they failed to stop her from making a mistake. Oh well, puta gets within reach of me and it’s Gringa Killa time. She ever do anything MMA wise?” Samantha shakes her head. ‘Nope. Too small.” Valora nods. “Yeah.. I mean she’s practically kid sized. Still, we do have an important edge.” Abbigail turns and looks at her and Valora. “8 Days. 8 Days until the event and we don’t have anything from her. She’s not doing her part to build hype for the match. I suppose I’ll be the team player and build the match for Jesse before I ask him for a favor.” Samantha nods. “It would make our job easier.”
The trio leaves the war room and Abbigail turns to Valora as they walk. “How is this a mistake, though?” Valora sighs and shakes her head. “Kids these days. Hermana, did you read the developmental contract you have?” Abbigail blinks. Valora sighs. “Fuckin’ kids these days. Alright hermana, I think we need to add a talk about contracts and shit. But for the purposes of Rylee. Every level of contract has one thing in common. A wrestler is expected to do their part to help the company. It’s real simple. The fed pushes you. They put you on TV. Their personnel will talk up your talents, they give you a chance to showcase your talents, to try and win titles and they pay you money besides. But it ain’t charity. In turn, you’re expected to do your part to push the fed. One way you do this is trying to generate hype for your match. Encourage people to tune in. To buy tickets. Buy merch. Since Rylee can’t be bothered as of yet. I will have to make the assumption she won’t. Which means now I have to carry the burden myself.”
Abbigail nods. “So where to?” Valora sighs. “Press Conference here, Normally, I’d head for Memphis, always wanted to party on Beale Street but, I haven’t been to Chi-town for a while, was hoping to spend New Year’s Eve here. With us finding a good spot for our HQ, at least Samantha would need to stay here. So we’ll find something to do here for New Year’s and then head for Memphis where we get ready for Ignite.”
Samantha takes out her smartphone and starts to organize the reporters for a press conference when Valora stops and turns her head to the side and smirks, turning sharply on her heel and walks into the NEW Hall of Fame. Samantha and Abbigail follow and Valora nods. “Turn the cam on or stream or whatever the fuck you kids and tech geeks do.. Make sure this gets on the NEW… whatever… you know.” Samantha and Abbigail share a look and smirk with each other as Samantha nods. “Right. “Doing, that weird tech magic. We’ll record this and then can edit and post the video later.”
NEW HQ, Hall of Fame Section[/i]
The video starts and Valora is standing in the section of NEW’s HQ dedicated to the Hall of Fame. She shakes her head and sighs. “Fuckin’ kids today, I swear. Hey Rylee.. Maybe your family school shoulda taught you something about how to fuckin’ promote a fight. Don’t worry chica, I got you. I’ll take your ass to school now and then in Memphis Imma take your ass to school again.”
Valora walks around, by luck, she happens across Vanessa’s entry. She points to the picture. “You’re just a cheap knock off of her. Problem is chica. I knew Vanessa, There was a time when that loco puta and I hooked up to see who was more loco. Now, normally, I’d have the editing types put a video clip here but.. V and I.. were a little too much for those whiny wimps that run Youtube and twitch. See, V and I were both pretty fuckin’ loco and when we booked a death match, we tried to give the people what they wanted. We went into that much fully intending and trying to murder each other. I’m here. She’s not. Draw your own conclusions or hop on the NEW website and search for V vs. Valora Texas Death Match Fenway park.”
Valora pauses and takes a breath. “I’m not mentioning this match to brag. I’m mentioning to point out that I don’t sweat you. Or this monster act you do. You disrespected me. You disrespected this company. Because you’re too busy living off of daddy’s money. Yeah god forbid you should go out and do something yourself, right? When your father was your age, he had more money than most people can count. What have you done? Oh, right. You’re a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu champ, right? Did you get into that before or after the Gracies made it the new hotness? You definitely jumped on the muay thai bandwagon which for someone your size was about the worst fuckin’ decision you coulda made..”
Valora drops into a boxing stance and throws a few punches. “These fuckin’ hands chica. I could end you with nothing more than these fuckin’ hands.. But we ain’t doin’ MMA much to the relief of the fans. I get to used my whole body to curb stomp your ass.”
Valora walks a little ways along and stops at a picture of Johnny Stylez and sighs. “Say what you want about the man and believe I got plenty to say about my future opponent but at the end of the day, the man is.. Well the man. The champ. He’s the champ because while he might talk like a retarded 5 year old having a seizure, but in the ring the man is certainly capable of throwing a beating down on people. And as this year winds down and 2024 kicks off in Memphis as we build towards Tension, you see he and I are doing what has to be done. Reminding people that the NEW World Title is why we’re all here and only he and I have a shot at it at the moment. Then again, maybe I should ask why you’re here.. Because we’re about a week or so out from Ignite in Memphis, first Ignite of the new year and you’ve been silent chica. Did you think we got the Holidays off? Or perhaps you just don’t care enough to get out of that nice car you drive around and bought with daddy’s money. Must be nice chica.. Some of us had to actually do something and earn our fuckin’ money.”
Valora moves a bit further along the hall and stops at Roger Wright’s picture and smirks. “Former champ. Real enigma that one. He can be a true professional and build a fight into a must see event. Or he can run off and drop off the fuckin’ grid. Perhaps you’re trying to be like him with the silence? Want me to be afraid that you’re out there stalking me like we’re in a horror movie?”
Valora smirks. “Cool, bring it on chica. I ain’t the damsel in distress running. I’m the badass chica what kills the monster in the horror movie and then celebrates with a bottle of tequila. So no need to be bashful. Cause you won’t be able to hide from me in Memphis. You and I have a date small fry.
Valora stops again at her own picture and she looks at it and turns back. “This. This is what you’re up against. I didn’t buy BS training at my family’s wannabe martial arts school. I didn’t buy me a fancy car with my daddy’s money. I fucking bled for my money. I made people bleed for my money. I ended careers for my money. I’m a Hall of Famer here because I gave Jesse what he paid for. Always. Blood. Violence. Ratings. He knew that even if my opponent was Hunter Valentyne, a man I have nothing but complete contempt for, I would do my fuckin’ part and draw attention to the fight. To the event.”
Valora lets out an irritated sigh as she slams her left fist into her right palm “It really pisses me off when people decide I’m not worth their fuckin’ time, Puta. I hope you enjoy the holidays chica.. Cause I swear to whatever fuckin’ deity you wanna insert here that come Ignite.. Heh, Imma beat you and I won’t stop til they take your unconscious body out on an ambulance. I’m going to send a message about what Johnny Stylez has waiting for him in Texas and congrats chica.. You just won the honor of being my first victim.”
The video ends and Abbigail gulps. “Right.. Remind me never to piss you off.” Valora rolls her eyes. “Pisses me off. Even Johnny Stylez.. Fuck even Hunter Valentyne is professional enough to push a fight.” Valora’s voice switches to a more high pitched valley girl voice. “Oh but like it’s the holidays and daddy says I don’t have to work if I dun wanna!” She switches back to her normal tone. “Fuck that!” Valora stops and mutters something to herself, trying to keep her anger in check. “I…sincerely hope for her sake she decides to do her job before Ignite.” Valora looks at her phone and then at her companions. “Umm.. I think we got it. Let’s go get some lunch or something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
As the two left, Abbigail turns to Samantha, who answers the young rookie’s question with an annoyed sigh. “Probably running off for lunch with Blair.. She’s spending entirely too much time with her.” Abbigail shrugs. “ They’re friends. I think it’s cute.” Samantha nods. “We’ll see,”