Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 18:14:16 GMT -6
Know what makes the Aztec Moonsault so dangerous?
The end of the match had come. Valora could sense it. Looking around, she climbed up the turnbuckle and looked out over the crowd, basking in their hate, giving them two middle fingers as she took a deep breath.
Right here. Fuck the skill needed to do it right. The most dangerous part of the move is that you have to turn your back on your opponent. By the time I see them again, it’ll be too late to stop the move. Not that these stupid fuckers appreciate what I do to myself... Fuck it.
Valora jumps and turns to face her opponents, tucking into a 450 type roll, but getting about 3 rotations off before she lands on both fighters. Valora crawls on top of Molly Mayhem and picks up the win.
Mistress of Mayhem? Bitch, please. Learn what the words ‘Mistress’ and ‘Mayhem’ mean and try again. Orlando Ocean? Another loss. You must be getting used to this shit, right?
Valora stands in the room Jesse Styles reserved for himself and takes a drink of tequila. She is wearing a black shirt with the New Edge logo and Valora’s image and name on the front with the numbers 5150. And ‘Get Edged and another ‘5150’ on the back. Jesse clears his throat. “So. With Ryan Pugh making the... unfortunate choice he did. It seems there’s a spot in the Styles Mafia open for you. La Dolce Vita. The cRu. They brought you close but they couldn’t help get you the title. Inkt? He let that farce of a match with Blair go down because he promised you were trading in the TA belt for the World Title... but none of them got you the belt, did they? I can. You side with me... I’ll put the World Title on you.”
Valora raises an eyebrow and takes a drink of tequila and nods. “Jesse... If I had a fuckin’ dime for every time some rich, arrogant, gringo promised to make me a champ. Before I give you my answer.. what does ‘siding with you’ entail, exactly?”
“Well, you and Hunter would work together to ensure that a member of the Mafia wins Terrordome. Oh, and that you stop busting my balls about Apathy. So? This is a limited time offer. You know how many people on the roster would jump at the chance to run with us?”
Valora grinned. “Not many, considering that ‘running with you’ means dealing with Hunter, Johnny and their egos. But fair enough. You want me in and wanna throw conditions at me? I got one for you. Drop Hunter like a bad habit. He’s still jealous that I beat his ass in that Texas Death Match. But we both know you’re not gonna do that so I believe this is where I tell you the same thing Pugh did, only I ain’t as nice about it. Go fuck yourself, Jesse. See, your problem is.. like so many other mother fuckers round here... you don’t understand thing 1 about me. I will be World champ... and if you fuck me over again like you did when you nabbed that little title.. Heh.. well let’s just say you’ll find out why I earned the right to wear the 5150 on my shirt. Playtime’s over, bitch.”
Jesse laughs and shakes his head. “You know Val.. you’re a damn good talent. Good enough that I won’t fire you but you got this annoying problem of running your mouth before you think. You should fix that. If you don’t... I smell a gauntlet match, Valora vs. the Styles Mafia in the future and you ain’t good enough to beat us all, darlin’.”
Valora narrows her eyes and heads out, but Jesse’s voice stops her. “What’s that number mean anyways? Some Mexican thing?” Valora is silent for a moment before she shakes her head and laughs. “Didn’t learn much in jail, did you Jesse? Musta been too busy bein’ the bitch. Keep watchin’ I’ll show you what it means.”
5150. To some, it’s just a police code that means the suspect is ‘A danger to themselves and others.’ Which is also a definition of crazy. Thus others have taken 5150 and made it slang for crazy and/or really dangerous stunts.
To people like me, its a lifestyle. A way of life. A mentality we live and die by. A lot of hardcore wrestlers use the 5150 to try to show their badasses. Most don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.
Me? I began my career in this shit. I’ve nearly died in the ring 4 times. I’ve nearly killed 6 people. I’ve lost count of how many careers I’ve ended. I walked into a Turkish Prison fight for a hardcore title. Actually flew my ass to Turkey and beat Jack Burton like he owed me money in the middle of a Turkish Prison..
And Ryan Pugh thinks he scares me? He should ask Inkt what I can do. Now, finally... New Edge Wrestling is unleashing Valora, the Hardcore Icon, into a hardcore environment. Jesse might be mad now, but his anger with me will pass when Pugh and I bleed and make his ass fuckin’ richer than it already is. That’s our revenge. Pugh and I will bring more ratings in than the whole damn Styles Mafia put together. Pugh? Get ready to bleed big, boy. I’m fixin’ to come and get me some, as you redneck gringos would say.
“I got some damn Latino Heat for your sexy ass MAMACITA!!”
Valora looked up from the shower, hearing distinctly male and southern accented voice ring out and looked around. “What the fuck was that?!” Of course, no one answered and Valora turned off the shower and moved out to the to her room, grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt, throwing them on her wet body and making her way out of the hotel room.
Having spent more than a little bit of time working on cars and being a Super in apartments as extra income to help her make ends meet, she had developed a sense for figuring out the nooks and crannies of a building, thus she rounded the corner and made her way, counting steps until she got to where her bathroom should be. Surprise, surprise. A janitor’s closet. Valora opened the door and found it empty, but she found the peep hole. Apparently the pervert hadn’t had time to cover it. As Valora stepped up and looked through, she frowned.
Figures. Well. I hope whoever was spying on me enjoyed the show. I’ll have to be careful when I shower.
As she turns around the door opens and the janitor walks in, his eyes widening in shock at seeing an angry Mexican woman, the same Mexican woman he’s been whacking off to, standing there. Moving with blinding speed, Valora grabs the man and pulls him into the closet, driving her knee right into his groin once, twice, and then jumping up as she drives the knee into his groin a third time and holds him there, leaning in and whispering. “Was it good for you, too, baby?” Valora smirked as the man cried and sunk to his knees and she drew out boxcutter, extending the blade and planting it into his groin, causing the man to groan in pain again as she nods. “Cover the hole. Or I’ll cut your fuckin’ nuts off and feed ‘em to you. Comprende gringo?”
The man nodded and continued whining. Valora smirked and nodded. “Alright. I know you weren’t watching me just a few minutes ago. Who was?” The man whined and proceeded to describe Ryan Pugh. Valora nodded and put the boxcutter and hit the man with a hammer fist blow right to the temple and watched him crumple to the ground and nodded. “Well.. fun little quickie but.. back to work.” Valora snuck out of the janitor’s closet and smiled, adjusting the clothes that stuck to her wet body and made her way back to her room..
Walking back into her room, Valora was surprised to see Jesse Styles waiting for her again. He smirked and looked over her. “Forget to dry off?” Valora closes the door and nods. “Apparently. I found a peep hole and had to deal with a pervert. I’ll deal with it, though. What brings you to my room?”
Jesse walked to her and handed her a couple of papers. One was an offer to pose for Playboy and the other was an idea for a ‘Girls of New Edge’ Calendar. Jesse grins. “I heard your interview with Shasta. Playboy did too. They seem to like the idea of you posing for them. I like the money and exposure it’d make for and give... you, me and New Edge.”
Valora’s face turned red as she leans in to Jesse and narrows her eyes. “Do I look like a fuckin’ whore to you?! I’m a fighter!”
Jesse smirks. “Heh. I’m sorry. Did I give the impression I was asking? You’re under contract to me and by the terms YOU and ME already agreed upon, I have the ability to authorize you to participate in media events beneficial to New Edge. So you pose for Playboy. Playboy is classy. Give ‘em some background info about you, drop your clothes, let them take pics. They’ll be in touch with further details. Until then, I suggest you try to get ready for Pugh.”
Jesse left the room and Valora stood there, seething in anger. Finally, she took out her smartphone and made a note to be more careful about wording in her next contract and then walked out. Making her way down to the front desk. Getting there, she picked a man and smiled, leaning over the desk, knowing full well, the man would get a view of her breasts. “Excuse me... umm yes sir.. I umm I was sent by Ryan Pugh. He’s like... TOTALLY a big star in New Edge Wrestling... well he asked me to get something for him and I forgot what room he is in..” She even added in a little giggle and a big grin.
Men. Simple creatures. Flash some tits, change your voice up a bit and they will do whatever you want. I bet you this dumb fuckin’ gringo doesn’t even know he’s talking to Valora Salinas. Now, time to return the prank.
The man punches up the information on the computer and nods. “Got it. What did you need?” Valora grins. “Oh umm well he’s like TOTALLY a huge NASCAR fan. He said he didn’t want to have to go through 500 channels to find it. He’d like it on EVERY channel. He said y’all can bill him directly for any extra charges. Tell me y’all can help... Pretty please?”
The man thinks. “Umm well.. we don’t control programming but.. I guess I could block every channel except NASCAR and maybe order some special events for him.. it will be a big charge but.. I’ll work something out.”
Valora smiled. “Thank you, sweety.” She gave him a few more seconds to leer at her breasts before turning and leaving and taking her phone out and sending a text to Ryan:
‘enjoy the programming, you rednecked gringo. Consider it very small payback for peeking in on me during my shower. Talk to Inkt if you wanna know how much trouble you’re in. We’re gonna bleed come Ignite. 5150. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry. I’ll teach your ass in our match.’
I could add more. But I’d prefer to keep the college debate out of it for now, specially given that my fuckin’ school couldn’t beat Notre Fuckin’ Dame, retarded linebacker and all. Appearances aside, I’m not just another pretty face. Ask Shane Sparx what he had to do to beat me. Ask Nocturnal and Colt what they had to do. Watch me throw Colt out of a plane and be sucked out with him. Watch me beat Hunter Valentyne in a Texas Deathmatch. I’m only limiting my work to New Edge. Come Ignite... I’m gonna beat Ryan Pugh in his own fucking match.
The end of the match had come. Valora could sense it. Looking around, she climbed up the turnbuckle and looked out over the crowd, basking in their hate, giving them two middle fingers as she took a deep breath.
Right here. Fuck the skill needed to do it right. The most dangerous part of the move is that you have to turn your back on your opponent. By the time I see them again, it’ll be too late to stop the move. Not that these stupid fuckers appreciate what I do to myself... Fuck it.
Valora jumps and turns to face her opponents, tucking into a 450 type roll, but getting about 3 rotations off before she lands on both fighters. Valora crawls on top of Molly Mayhem and picks up the win.
Mistress of Mayhem? Bitch, please. Learn what the words ‘Mistress’ and ‘Mayhem’ mean and try again. Orlando Ocean? Another loss. You must be getting used to this shit, right?
Valora stands in the room Jesse Styles reserved for himself and takes a drink of tequila. She is wearing a black shirt with the New Edge logo and Valora’s image and name on the front with the numbers 5150. And ‘Get Edged and another ‘5150’ on the back. Jesse clears his throat. “So. With Ryan Pugh making the... unfortunate choice he did. It seems there’s a spot in the Styles Mafia open for you. La Dolce Vita. The cRu. They brought you close but they couldn’t help get you the title. Inkt? He let that farce of a match with Blair go down because he promised you were trading in the TA belt for the World Title... but none of them got you the belt, did they? I can. You side with me... I’ll put the World Title on you.”
Valora raises an eyebrow and takes a drink of tequila and nods. “Jesse... If I had a fuckin’ dime for every time some rich, arrogant, gringo promised to make me a champ. Before I give you my answer.. what does ‘siding with you’ entail, exactly?”
“Well, you and Hunter would work together to ensure that a member of the Mafia wins Terrordome. Oh, and that you stop busting my balls about Apathy. So? This is a limited time offer. You know how many people on the roster would jump at the chance to run with us?”
Valora grinned. “Not many, considering that ‘running with you’ means dealing with Hunter, Johnny and their egos. But fair enough. You want me in and wanna throw conditions at me? I got one for you. Drop Hunter like a bad habit. He’s still jealous that I beat his ass in that Texas Death Match. But we both know you’re not gonna do that so I believe this is where I tell you the same thing Pugh did, only I ain’t as nice about it. Go fuck yourself, Jesse. See, your problem is.. like so many other mother fuckers round here... you don’t understand thing 1 about me. I will be World champ... and if you fuck me over again like you did when you nabbed that little title.. Heh.. well let’s just say you’ll find out why I earned the right to wear the 5150 on my shirt. Playtime’s over, bitch.”
Jesse laughs and shakes his head. “You know Val.. you’re a damn good talent. Good enough that I won’t fire you but you got this annoying problem of running your mouth before you think. You should fix that. If you don’t... I smell a gauntlet match, Valora vs. the Styles Mafia in the future and you ain’t good enough to beat us all, darlin’.”
Valora narrows her eyes and heads out, but Jesse’s voice stops her. “What’s that number mean anyways? Some Mexican thing?” Valora is silent for a moment before she shakes her head and laughs. “Didn’t learn much in jail, did you Jesse? Musta been too busy bein’ the bitch. Keep watchin’ I’ll show you what it means.”
5150. To some, it’s just a police code that means the suspect is ‘A danger to themselves and others.’ Which is also a definition of crazy. Thus others have taken 5150 and made it slang for crazy and/or really dangerous stunts.
To people like me, its a lifestyle. A way of life. A mentality we live and die by. A lot of hardcore wrestlers use the 5150 to try to show their badasses. Most don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.
Me? I began my career in this shit. I’ve nearly died in the ring 4 times. I’ve nearly killed 6 people. I’ve lost count of how many careers I’ve ended. I walked into a Turkish Prison fight for a hardcore title. Actually flew my ass to Turkey and beat Jack Burton like he owed me money in the middle of a Turkish Prison..
And Ryan Pugh thinks he scares me? He should ask Inkt what I can do. Now, finally... New Edge Wrestling is unleashing Valora, the Hardcore Icon, into a hardcore environment. Jesse might be mad now, but his anger with me will pass when Pugh and I bleed and make his ass fuckin’ richer than it already is. That’s our revenge. Pugh and I will bring more ratings in than the whole damn Styles Mafia put together. Pugh? Get ready to bleed big, boy. I’m fixin’ to come and get me some, as you redneck gringos would say.
“I got some damn Latino Heat for your sexy ass MAMACITA!!”
Valora looked up from the shower, hearing distinctly male and southern accented voice ring out and looked around. “What the fuck was that?!” Of course, no one answered and Valora turned off the shower and moved out to the to her room, grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt, throwing them on her wet body and making her way out of the hotel room.
Having spent more than a little bit of time working on cars and being a Super in apartments as extra income to help her make ends meet, she had developed a sense for figuring out the nooks and crannies of a building, thus she rounded the corner and made her way, counting steps until she got to where her bathroom should be. Surprise, surprise. A janitor’s closet. Valora opened the door and found it empty, but she found the peep hole. Apparently the pervert hadn’t had time to cover it. As Valora stepped up and looked through, she frowned.
Figures. Well. I hope whoever was spying on me enjoyed the show. I’ll have to be careful when I shower.
As she turns around the door opens and the janitor walks in, his eyes widening in shock at seeing an angry Mexican woman, the same Mexican woman he’s been whacking off to, standing there. Moving with blinding speed, Valora grabs the man and pulls him into the closet, driving her knee right into his groin once, twice, and then jumping up as she drives the knee into his groin a third time and holds him there, leaning in and whispering. “Was it good for you, too, baby?” Valora smirked as the man cried and sunk to his knees and she drew out boxcutter, extending the blade and planting it into his groin, causing the man to groan in pain again as she nods. “Cover the hole. Or I’ll cut your fuckin’ nuts off and feed ‘em to you. Comprende gringo?”
The man nodded and continued whining. Valora smirked and nodded. “Alright. I know you weren’t watching me just a few minutes ago. Who was?” The man whined and proceeded to describe Ryan Pugh. Valora nodded and put the boxcutter and hit the man with a hammer fist blow right to the temple and watched him crumple to the ground and nodded. “Well.. fun little quickie but.. back to work.” Valora snuck out of the janitor’s closet and smiled, adjusting the clothes that stuck to her wet body and made her way back to her room..
Walking back into her room, Valora was surprised to see Jesse Styles waiting for her again. He smirked and looked over her. “Forget to dry off?” Valora closes the door and nods. “Apparently. I found a peep hole and had to deal with a pervert. I’ll deal with it, though. What brings you to my room?”
Jesse walked to her and handed her a couple of papers. One was an offer to pose for Playboy and the other was an idea for a ‘Girls of New Edge’ Calendar. Jesse grins. “I heard your interview with Shasta. Playboy did too. They seem to like the idea of you posing for them. I like the money and exposure it’d make for and give... you, me and New Edge.”
Valora’s face turned red as she leans in to Jesse and narrows her eyes. “Do I look like a fuckin’ whore to you?! I’m a fighter!”
Jesse smirks. “Heh. I’m sorry. Did I give the impression I was asking? You’re under contract to me and by the terms YOU and ME already agreed upon, I have the ability to authorize you to participate in media events beneficial to New Edge. So you pose for Playboy. Playboy is classy. Give ‘em some background info about you, drop your clothes, let them take pics. They’ll be in touch with further details. Until then, I suggest you try to get ready for Pugh.”
Jesse left the room and Valora stood there, seething in anger. Finally, she took out her smartphone and made a note to be more careful about wording in her next contract and then walked out. Making her way down to the front desk. Getting there, she picked a man and smiled, leaning over the desk, knowing full well, the man would get a view of her breasts. “Excuse me... umm yes sir.. I umm I was sent by Ryan Pugh. He’s like... TOTALLY a big star in New Edge Wrestling... well he asked me to get something for him and I forgot what room he is in..” She even added in a little giggle and a big grin.
Men. Simple creatures. Flash some tits, change your voice up a bit and they will do whatever you want. I bet you this dumb fuckin’ gringo doesn’t even know he’s talking to Valora Salinas. Now, time to return the prank.
The man punches up the information on the computer and nods. “Got it. What did you need?” Valora grins. “Oh umm well he’s like TOTALLY a huge NASCAR fan. He said he didn’t want to have to go through 500 channels to find it. He’d like it on EVERY channel. He said y’all can bill him directly for any extra charges. Tell me y’all can help... Pretty please?”
The man thinks. “Umm well.. we don’t control programming but.. I guess I could block every channel except NASCAR and maybe order some special events for him.. it will be a big charge but.. I’ll work something out.”
Valora smiled. “Thank you, sweety.” She gave him a few more seconds to leer at her breasts before turning and leaving and taking her phone out and sending a text to Ryan:
‘enjoy the programming, you rednecked gringo. Consider it very small payback for peeking in on me during my shower. Talk to Inkt if you wanna know how much trouble you’re in. We’re gonna bleed come Ignite. 5150. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry. I’ll teach your ass in our match.’
I could add more. But I’d prefer to keep the college debate out of it for now, specially given that my fuckin’ school couldn’t beat Notre Fuckin’ Dame, retarded linebacker and all. Appearances aside, I’m not just another pretty face. Ask Shane Sparx what he had to do to beat me. Ask Nocturnal and Colt what they had to do. Watch me throw Colt out of a plane and be sucked out with him. Watch me beat Hunter Valentyne in a Texas Deathmatch. I’m only limiting my work to New Edge. Come Ignite... I’m gonna beat Ryan Pugh in his own fucking match.