Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 17:14:45 GMT -6
As Valora left Father Nathan’s room, she thought, once more, about the position she found herself in. Valora had always wanted to compete in a hardcore match in Japan. If you wanted to be taken seriously in the world of hardcore wrestling, you had to bleed in Japan. Its just the way things were. Valora was about to finally add that notch to her resume as a hardcore legend.
Of course, that wasn’t good enough for Valora. She had no intention of being the human punching bag, training dummy and/or pin cushion. That was what Patrick Jones was in the match for. Valora smirked as she thought about PJ. Got his ass kicked by his own friend and, rumor was starting to make it around New Edge that even the other inbred, redneck, gringos in Patrick Jones’ hometown thought Valora was grind Patrick Jones into a nice pulp of bloody meat, tenderize him and then maybe serve him on a plate with Ramen noodles and crackers. The idea was appealing to Valora, she had to admit.
Valora sighed and closed her eyes a moment. Focus. She wasn’t here to just come in, get her ass kicked and collect her paycheck. She was in this bitch to win it. Ironically enough, she wasn’t just in it for personal glory, either. She had fought for the World Title three times. Every time she had lost New Edge Wrestling had suffered for it. This last time had been the most painful. Given the complete and utter lack of respect amnesia boy, aka Colt, had shown it, Valora’s failures to win the belt were not only hurting her own career and budding legend, they were hurting New Edge Wrestling as a whole. If the men couldn’t lead the company, than it was time for a woman to take the reigns and show the boys how it was done.
Valora’s inner thoughts were interrupted as she rounded the corner, made it to her room, she noticed her door was slightly ajar. Creeping up to the door and opening it slowly, Valora entered the room, looking around. As she closed the door, she felt it. Two barbs hit her in the back. Valora knew what was coming and braced herself for what was coming.
Shit. Oh Well. Everyone needs a few thousand volts through their body. It clears the mind.
Sure enough, a split second later, Valora’s body was jolted as electricity shot through her muscles, causing them to convulse and spasm as Valora dropped to her knees and blacked out...
Valora had no idea how long she had been out. She only knew her head hurt like a mother fucker and her vision was blurry at first as her nervous system struggled to recover from the electrical jolt. As she came to, her mind was focused on two things. Likely suspects for doing this and how she’d make them beg to be killed before she was done with her revenge. Then she heard it. “Surprise Valora-San! Time for session 1!!!” Valora let out an audible groan...
Fuck me... Jen. Well, I guess she certainly managed to surprise me. Wait. She called me ‘San’ this time instead of ‘Chi’ ‘San’ means something in Japanese doesn’t it? Fuck. This would be easier if my God Damn brains weren’t scrambled...
As Valora’s brains cleared, she realized she was naked, and fairly securely tied to a chair much like she had had Jen tied down to earlier. On the floor between her feet were her pants and panties. Valora was able to catch an all too familiar scent even with them way down there. Jen giggled and held a folder like you would find at an office supply store and that medical clinics also used to store files in. She also had a pair of librarian esque reading glasses on. Scribbling notes in the ‘file’ she giggled. “So Valora-Chi really likes pain, huh?”
Remember what I said earlier about interrogation being an art? It’s somewhat the same when you’re on the other side of the table. Jen wants to play? Come on, baby... let’s play.
“Congratulations. Figured that out from the cum soaked panties or from the fifty thousand times I’ve said it?” Valora said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the game that was gearing up. Then it hit her. The meaning of the honorific that Jen had chosen to use. “By the way. Friends already? You that horny, or are you just that tired of being abused and observing a beginner like Cera?”
Interrogation is all about control. Much like a wrestling match is. Like a fight or match, a lot of subtle things can shift momentum or control of a match. While throwing someone from the third level to the bottom level is fun, its not the only way to seize control. Same for interrogation. Acting like a badass and refusing to answer questions is fun, but asking questions of your own is much more subtle and effective way to take control.
Jen tilted her head in surprise? Curiosity? Valora wasn’t really sure, but Jen regarded the young Mexican for a while before Valora added in. “I don’t speak Jap really well, but I know ‘San’ means friend or equal, right? That what you’re looking for?” Jen nodded just barely before walking up and looking Valora right in the eyes. “How do you make a brain like yours?” Valora smirked. “First you have a shitty life. Then you make the mistake of trying to help people. Next you watch your lover killed and get tortured and raped until...” Valora stopped. It wasn’t really until this moment that she realized.. really and truly realized she had no idea what happened. Did something just...snap? Was this always there and it came out as a defense mechanism? Was this just a personality the cartels wanted?
Damn it. Could Jade really be right? I really hate that bitch...
Jen smiled. “Hard to see, huh? Nova-Chi said it would be. I made some special stuffs to help us find out!”
Valora blinked and looked around. The damn lizard was standing on a table regarding Valora almost as intently as Jen was at time. Next to Nova sat a little brown leather carrying case filled with syringes containing various liquids and fluids. It was then that Valora noticed for the first time that she had an IV attached to her. Jen had some skills, though starting an IV wasn’t exactly hard. Even Hunter Valentyne could be taught to pick it up... or maybe not, given the fact that these days, Hunter’s hands were used to either hold Johnny’s shovel, assuming Molly gave it back, hold Jesse’s ass steady before he kissed it, or stroke his own.... ego. Jen grabbed one of the syringes and made her way over to Valora and as she got closer, Valora noticed it. There was a visible scratch on her cheek.
“Wait.. hold on, chica.. what the fuck is in the needle?” Valora asked, ignoring the marks for now, deciding to come back to them later. Jen’s answer was to tilt her head at the syringe curiously. “Ummm I forgot exactly what stuffs is in it, but it should help you! Let’s see!” She said as she injected the contents of the needle into Valora’s IV and thus, directly into Valora’s bloodstream...
It didn’t take long for the drugs to take effect and Valora began to recognize the signs that Jen’s cocktail was mostly psychotropics.. maybe something else too.. Valora blinked and shook her head as she fought to stay in reality, but with every passing second, it got harder and harder to tell where reality ended and the hallucinations began. In the real world, Valora’s eyes eventually glazed over rolled up into her head as her head slumped forward as Jen observed, taking notes.
Under the effects of the drugs Jen had concocted, Valora could no longer hide from herself. She could not repress anything. Valora was in her own private hell. She was standing in the one place she didn’t want to be. Mexico City. A special cemetery reserved for Mexican Federal Police officers killed in the line of duty. She was standing in front of Vanessa’s grave. In front of her stood.. herself. Once more, Valora saw the Valora, the heroine, decked out in the uniform of the Mexican Federal Police. Valora the heroine turned and smirked at Valora. It was weird. So similar to the sadistic smirk Valora had become known for but purer, nobler somehow. Valora had never seen it before and was surprised by it.
Valora the Heroine shook her head, a look of disappointment. “You’ve tried being selfish. Out for yourself. Fighting for glory, for the belt. To increase your own reputation. How’s it worked out for you? You know where this road ends. Just like Hunter Valentyne. Broken, lost, lonely, and bitter.” Valora narrowed her eyes and took and stepped forward. “Yeah? Where they fuck did YOU get us Pendeja?! You got Vanessa killed and us subjected to torture for how long? Fuck, we still don’t know. I sure as fuck don’t, at least.”
Valora the heroine smiled sadly and nodded. “That’s right. Blame others. You’re good at that, almost as good as Hunter Valentyne in the excuse department, aren’t you? What about Colt?! Isn’t it possible Jesse was right and it was your stubborn pride and anger that allowed you to be distracted? Is it possible YOU beat yourself and that you didn’t get screwed? What would Vanessa think of you, Val?”
“VANESSA’S DEAD! IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE!” Valora shouted, her body shaking in rage. Valora the heroine just smiled a bit and Valora sighed. The bitch had a point. As she thought and glanced at Vanessa’s grave, Valora the Heroine smiled and nodded. “We’ll be here for awhile. You’re not ready to make the final call yet. But you will be soon...”
As Valora stood there, the scene fades and when it comes back into focus, Valora stands in front of a pyramid like building. Valora the Heroine stands near the entrance and gestures Valora inside. “Inside. You will be tested and move to your final destiny. Are you brave enough to face your flaws? Can you overcome them?”
Valora looked up at the temple and sighed and walked up the stairs...
Scared?! Fuck that shit. I’ll show this prissy little bitch...
Meanwhile, in the real world, Jen sat, listening to Valora mumble to herself and studying the Latina hardcore icon intently, scribbling notes. “Ooooo Valora-chi is fun..” she said to herself as she kept watching the show.
In Valora’s altered reality, she walked into the first room of the temple and looked around. The room, at first, looked empty but she soon heard someone singing “Its Peanut Butter Jelly Time.” in that old annoying rap lyric kinda way. After a few moments, Patrick Jones came out, dancing and eating a bowl of ramen noodles, smiling as he saw Valora. “Oh Hey, Val. Want some noodles? They’re fuckin’ delicious!”
Valora was, for the first time in a long time, completely speechless and just tilted her head. Part of her was visualizing throwing those noodles in his face and the other part had her thoughts elsewhere. Finally, after looking around in confusion, she was able to get out “What... the FUCK?!”
Patrick Jones smirked and walked around the room. “I’m your arrogance, Valora. Did you even remember I’m in this match? Or are you just assuming I won’t be a factor? You know how these matches play out. You’ve been in matches similar. Have you forgotten when you were in my shoes? Valora in a big time match? Laughable.”
Arrogance? Or Confidence? Look at him! Dancing around like a fuckin’ retard with his goofy little song and his fuckin’ noodles.. No. It can’t be that easy. Think, Val...
Valora paced around, taking a look at PJ and took in a deep breath. “Never said you didn’t have skill, even if you are a bit of a fuckin’ retard. But you’re in over your head in this match. You might have a chance.. but its about the same chance North Korea has hitting the U.S. with a fuckin’ nuke. I’m not overlooking you. Get in my way, I’ll go after you like you were the fuckin’ World Champ!”
Patrick Jones smiled and nodded. “Good.” He then disappeared, leaving Valora blinking. Stumbling forward, deeper into the temple, she entered the next room..
Patrick Jones. You think your best buddy Drake Blake is sick? Wait til you get a load of me. I’ll make what I did to Ryan Pugh look tame compared to what I do to you if you get in my way...
As she walked into the next room, she found she didn’t have to wait long for her next visitor. Standing there, leaning against the wall in his TAPOUT shorts was Ryan Omega. Valora sighed and rolled her eyes. Ryan pushed himself up from the wall and walked over towards her, smiling a bit. “I’m your racism. You’re just like Hunter Valenytne... always got an excuse. Always running your mouth and you bitch about how white people fucked you over but you fail to see you’re becoming what you hate.”
Valora smirked and walked around him. “Really? This comin’ from someone dumb enough to root for the Cubs. A team that not only hasn’t won the World Series in over 100 years but always has an excuse. Remember when they whined that they were losing because Steve Stone was being too mean to them when he was just doing his fucking job and pointing out where they need to improve? The Cubs are just like you, old man. They’re old. They’ve had their glory days, they came and went and are never coming back. It isn’t the fault of some stupid fuckin’ billy goat, or the gypsy that owned said goat. It isn’t because some commentators are reporters and not cheerleaders. Its because, for whatever fuckin’ reason, the Cubs’ time is up. Just. Like. Yours. You didn’t ‘allow yourself to fade away’ you fuckin’ got old and got pushed out by newer, better talent. It happens to us all. It happened to my mentor. It’ll happen to me someday. Your time is done.
As for racism? Fuck you. Gringo is white person. You lot can call me Spic, Wetback, you can call black people niggers but when you get it thrown back at you, you whine and cry? I’m not actually a racist. I’m ANYONE getting pissed on. Black, White, Brown... I don’t care if your purple with yellow fuckin’ polka dots. Rich white assholes piss on you, it fuckin’ pisses me off. Also, in case you haven’t noticed... asking politely doesn’t get you shit. So make your jokes... because in Terrordome... I’m gonna make sure you got a lot of fuckin’ time on your hands to tend to that baby of yours. Your time is over. Its my time now.”
Ryan Omega looks at her and shakes his head. “Unwilling to let go of your racism, your hatred.. Maybe you’ll learn later..” he said before disappearing with a final word. “Go Cubs.”
Ryan Omega. He reminds me so much of Umbrage. Both from the Detroit area. Both aging, racking up injuries. Umbrage was my mentor in this shit. He helped create a Hardcore Icon. He also knew when his time was over. Apparently, Ryan Omega is one of those athletes that can’t let go. That’s okay. I’ll help him. I’ll be nice for once and show him how outclassed he is.
In the real world, Jen has given Valora a new dose of her ‘medicine’ and gone back to continue her observations. The Mexican fighter has given some interesting information away in her mumblings and likely isn’t even aware of it.
In Valora’s psychotropic induced reality, Valora the heroine, still in her Mexican Federal Police uniform, has appeared and is looking over Valora. “I’m sure it doesn’t seem that way, but this is designed to help you. You can’t hide now. You can’t refuse to deal with this. You have to face who you were, who you are and who you could become. Valora glares at her ‘better’ half and heads into the next room.
In the next room, she finds Scarlet dancing. Valora smirked. Scarlet pauses her dancing and turns to face Valora. “I’m your lack of loyalty. You’re a rabid dog, Valora. You’ll partner with anyone who can-”
Scarlet is cut off as Valora decks her... or tries to. Her hand passes right through the spectral Scarlet.. not that it stops Valora’s retort. “Loyalty? Funny. I distinctly remember Apathy and I busting our asses for you prissy bitches in La Dolce Vita. What did we get? We got you trying to be me. Trying to saw Kronin’s nuts off with barbed wire. Okay, I enjoyed that. But then we got you shoving fireworks up people’s asses. Making us look bad. We got Blair, making us look bad. And we had Nat dragging us out to get drunk and making us all look bad.”
Valora paces back and forth. “Face it, bitch. You’re just a cheap knock off of me. Last time we face, I busted your eye open. This time? You don’t care about a me, a former ally? Alright. I’ll do you a solid and show you what hardcore and extreme really is. Lets see if you can hang, chica. I’m betting no.”
Scarlet Styles. Contrary to popular belief, I respect her. People in New Edge Wrestling didn’t start to take notice of me until I beat her and I enjoyed competing against her and working with her in La Dolce Vita. But now we both want the same thing. While she’s focused on dancing with the stars, I’m focused on becoming a legend.
Valora the Heroine walks in as Scarlet fades from view. “She could be an ally again. She cares about New Edge. You could side with her. As much as you bitch and moan and rant and rave, you care about New Edge. So much so that you have done something you’ve never done before... you signed an exclusive contract with New Edge. Are you sure UnStable is your place to be?”
Valora sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Damn it... I’ve played the hero before. Know what happens? The good guy gets fucked. What pisses me off is that its not the hero who gets hurt. Scarlet wants to bitch about lack of loyalty?! I’ve learned. When you care about someone, you sign their death warrant. Vanessa. Killed to get to me. Apathy? Removed to get to me. I’m better off on my own. That way no one gets hurt but me...” Valora the heroine smiled. “And you claim you’re not a hero? Interesting.” Before Valora could respond, Valora the Heroine disappeared. Valora growled and shook her head as she walked into the next room...
Inside the next room, Valora was greeted by... Matt Slater. The British man smiled and nodded as he paced around her. “Its hard, isn’t it? You fight for justice and to help people so long you stopped caring. I’m your failure as a hero. I’m your dirty secret. You take pride in being Mexican but you avoid the country. Why? Because you feel responsible. You blame yourself for your failure and what you perceive that failure led to. You think fighting for yourself, stopping caring will get you further? You think Jen Ryette will do anything other than drag you deeper down into the well of madness? Or is it deeper? In New Edge, I’ve studied you. You forget, I ran with someone JUST like you. Hell, I was kinda like you myself. You don’t regret failing against Nocturnal. He was worthy. That’s evident by the fact that you didn’t attack him. You don’t regret losing to Colt. You were screwed over and there’s evidence there to back that claim up..
Cold Front, 2012. Valora vs. Shane Sparx for the World Title vacated by Triple X.
What you regret ... is that you didn't outright kill him before grabbing a hold of that championship. To this very day ... you can't get rid of the anger and malice that has blossomed from that career-altering moment ... and in some ways ... that loss has prohibited you from going further. Ever since that day, you haven't exactly been the same. The opportunity was squandered ... but now ... you have the chance to make everything right again. All it will take ... is another ladder, Valora ... one ladder ... that will define your entire career."
Valora stood there. For the longest period of time, she didn’t say anything. Finally, very slowly, she came to a response and began to speak. “You’re right. I was weak. Human. I tried to spare Shane Sparx and it fucked me and New Edge over. I’ve never forgiven myself for that. At Terrordome, I will begin to rectify that.
But speaking of secrets, Slater. What about yours? I’ve been around the block. I’ve been backstage, watching the boys juice up. I’ve seen the side effects. Problems lately? Its not PMS, its Steroids. Likely why you survived the cage match and why it’ll take a bit for the back to heal up. Don’t worry, though. I don’t need to blackmail you. The Terrordome will punish both you and me for our sins. The difference between me is I welcome the punishment. I get off on it, fuck. I welcome it.
In the real world, Jen took a bit of blood from Valora and smiled, tilting her head as she put the vial of blood in the bag and took a small scalpel and cut into Valora, noting the reactions and smiles. “Look Nova-Chi! I TOLD you Valora nee-san was more interestin’!” Jen began untying Valora and preparing for the next part.
Val’s altered reality had her move past the room as Slater faded away and came right into the next room where Hunter Valentyne stood, a smirk on his face. “I’m your doubt. You put on a good show out there, running your mouth and all that. So brash, cocky and full of ego but I know the truth. The doubts you have. It eats you up, doesn’t it? Wondering if I might be right. If you might not be World Title material. Main event material. What if you are just that half assed built house, Valora? What if I’m fuckin’ right?”
Valora paced around and frowned. When it came to people she’d like to kill. Hunter Valentyne was right up there with Shane Sparx in the realm of New Edge Wrestling. Pacing back and forth, she was forced to admit there was some truth. How could there not be? She had failed in Mexico and buried a lover because of it. Part of why she didn’t want to take a stand for her people was she was afraid of what might happen if she failed again. She had failed three times to win the World Title. Then it hit her. Smirking, Valora looked Hunter right in the eye and nodded. “I’ll give you that, Hunter. MAYBE I am overrated. Maybe I’m just the dumb spic that doesn’t realize she’s in the Good Ol’ Boys club. Maybe. But wrap your brain around this. I’ve beaten Triple X. I beat Roger Wright, twice. I beat Ryan Pugh. I came close to making it into the Hall of Fame in less than 1 fuckin’ year! In a year’s time, I’ve EARNED three World Title shots. I’d mention beating you, but we both know it happened and we both know that it’s YOU trying to ride MY coattails to fame, bitch. Not the other way around.”
Valora turned and faced Hunter as she took a deep breath. “My confidence is good. Yours? That’s the question. You do real good at casting your flaws onto someone else. The fact is. You always have an excuse ready when you lose. Everyone and their brother knows how you prepare for a match. Step 1. write down something cool to say. Step 2. Talk shit. Step 3 kiss Johnny Stylez’s ass and be his number 1 fan boy. Step 4. Try to imitate Johnny Stylez but fail because you’re not cool enough. Step 5. Choke in the big match. Step 6 blame everyone but yourself for the loss. Do you really think you can survive Terrordome? You’re surrounded by people that fucking hate you. While you’ve been stumbling through from one fuckin’ disaster to another, I’ve built myself a name in the NEW. You’ll find out what I can do very soon. But it won’t be over quickly and it won’t be pleasant... for you!”
Hunter disappeared and Valora made her way to the main room of the temple. Complete with an altar and everything. Valora the Heroine stood there. “Well. I think its time to choose now. You’ve heard what your flaws had to say about you. You know what you can be. What do you think?”
I think I’m gonna think twice before letting Jen inject me with anything again.. Jap Bitch is more devious than I thought...
In the real world, Jen turned to Nova and raised an eyebrow. “How does Valora nee-san know?! Fascinating!” She said, as she half dropped half dumped Valora onto the bed and nodded to nobody in particular.
Valora could feel the walls breaking down. FINALLY she was beginning to wake up. Part of her was relieved. She needed to take control and get back to planning and plotting. But part her wanted to finish this. Right here and now. She pointed at the more heroic version of herself and gave it the finger. “Fuck you! I don’t choose because people tell me to! I’ll embrace my past, my present and my future! Destiny?! I’ll make my own fuckin’ destiny!”
Valora slowly came to and found herself naked, on her bed, with Jen sitting at the side of the bed staring at her. “Hiya Valora nee-san! What did the fun juice do to you?”
Valora and sat up in the bed only to fall back down as the room span. “Ughhh... I went... back to Mexico.. the fuck was in that shit? LSD or some shit?” Jen smiled and shrugged, putting a finger to her chin. “Hmmm... not sure, really. Was fun, yes?”
Valora, despite herself, smiled, still half drugged. “Yeah... was fun... Now time to get to work..”
Jen grinned and dove onto the bed. “First things first... Valora nee-san needs to relax and have some fun. Then she can work on making fun art with the pretty blood..”
The two kissed and laid back on the bed, doing their own special brand of ‘preparation’ for Terrordome...
Of course, that wasn’t good enough for Valora. She had no intention of being the human punching bag, training dummy and/or pin cushion. That was what Patrick Jones was in the match for. Valora smirked as she thought about PJ. Got his ass kicked by his own friend and, rumor was starting to make it around New Edge that even the other inbred, redneck, gringos in Patrick Jones’ hometown thought Valora was grind Patrick Jones into a nice pulp of bloody meat, tenderize him and then maybe serve him on a plate with Ramen noodles and crackers. The idea was appealing to Valora, she had to admit.
Valora sighed and closed her eyes a moment. Focus. She wasn’t here to just come in, get her ass kicked and collect her paycheck. She was in this bitch to win it. Ironically enough, she wasn’t just in it for personal glory, either. She had fought for the World Title three times. Every time she had lost New Edge Wrestling had suffered for it. This last time had been the most painful. Given the complete and utter lack of respect amnesia boy, aka Colt, had shown it, Valora’s failures to win the belt were not only hurting her own career and budding legend, they were hurting New Edge Wrestling as a whole. If the men couldn’t lead the company, than it was time for a woman to take the reigns and show the boys how it was done.
Valora’s inner thoughts were interrupted as she rounded the corner, made it to her room, she noticed her door was slightly ajar. Creeping up to the door and opening it slowly, Valora entered the room, looking around. As she closed the door, she felt it. Two barbs hit her in the back. Valora knew what was coming and braced herself for what was coming.
Shit. Oh Well. Everyone needs a few thousand volts through their body. It clears the mind.
Sure enough, a split second later, Valora’s body was jolted as electricity shot through her muscles, causing them to convulse and spasm as Valora dropped to her knees and blacked out...
Valora had no idea how long she had been out. She only knew her head hurt like a mother fucker and her vision was blurry at first as her nervous system struggled to recover from the electrical jolt. As she came to, her mind was focused on two things. Likely suspects for doing this and how she’d make them beg to be killed before she was done with her revenge. Then she heard it. “Surprise Valora-San! Time for session 1!!!” Valora let out an audible groan...
Fuck me... Jen. Well, I guess she certainly managed to surprise me. Wait. She called me ‘San’ this time instead of ‘Chi’ ‘San’ means something in Japanese doesn’t it? Fuck. This would be easier if my God Damn brains weren’t scrambled...
As Valora’s brains cleared, she realized she was naked, and fairly securely tied to a chair much like she had had Jen tied down to earlier. On the floor between her feet were her pants and panties. Valora was able to catch an all too familiar scent even with them way down there. Jen giggled and held a folder like you would find at an office supply store and that medical clinics also used to store files in. She also had a pair of librarian esque reading glasses on. Scribbling notes in the ‘file’ she giggled. “So Valora-Chi really likes pain, huh?”
Remember what I said earlier about interrogation being an art? It’s somewhat the same when you’re on the other side of the table. Jen wants to play? Come on, baby... let’s play.
“Congratulations. Figured that out from the cum soaked panties or from the fifty thousand times I’ve said it?” Valora said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the game that was gearing up. Then it hit her. The meaning of the honorific that Jen had chosen to use. “By the way. Friends already? You that horny, or are you just that tired of being abused and observing a beginner like Cera?”
Interrogation is all about control. Much like a wrestling match is. Like a fight or match, a lot of subtle things can shift momentum or control of a match. While throwing someone from the third level to the bottom level is fun, its not the only way to seize control. Same for interrogation. Acting like a badass and refusing to answer questions is fun, but asking questions of your own is much more subtle and effective way to take control.
Jen tilted her head in surprise? Curiosity? Valora wasn’t really sure, but Jen regarded the young Mexican for a while before Valora added in. “I don’t speak Jap really well, but I know ‘San’ means friend or equal, right? That what you’re looking for?” Jen nodded just barely before walking up and looking Valora right in the eyes. “How do you make a brain like yours?” Valora smirked. “First you have a shitty life. Then you make the mistake of trying to help people. Next you watch your lover killed and get tortured and raped until...” Valora stopped. It wasn’t really until this moment that she realized.. really and truly realized she had no idea what happened. Did something just...snap? Was this always there and it came out as a defense mechanism? Was this just a personality the cartels wanted?
Damn it. Could Jade really be right? I really hate that bitch...
Jen smiled. “Hard to see, huh? Nova-Chi said it would be. I made some special stuffs to help us find out!”
Valora blinked and looked around. The damn lizard was standing on a table regarding Valora almost as intently as Jen was at time. Next to Nova sat a little brown leather carrying case filled with syringes containing various liquids and fluids. It was then that Valora noticed for the first time that she had an IV attached to her. Jen had some skills, though starting an IV wasn’t exactly hard. Even Hunter Valentyne could be taught to pick it up... or maybe not, given the fact that these days, Hunter’s hands were used to either hold Johnny’s shovel, assuming Molly gave it back, hold Jesse’s ass steady before he kissed it, or stroke his own.... ego. Jen grabbed one of the syringes and made her way over to Valora and as she got closer, Valora noticed it. There was a visible scratch on her cheek.
“Wait.. hold on, chica.. what the fuck is in the needle?” Valora asked, ignoring the marks for now, deciding to come back to them later. Jen’s answer was to tilt her head at the syringe curiously. “Ummm I forgot exactly what stuffs is in it, but it should help you! Let’s see!” She said as she injected the contents of the needle into Valora’s IV and thus, directly into Valora’s bloodstream...
It didn’t take long for the drugs to take effect and Valora began to recognize the signs that Jen’s cocktail was mostly psychotropics.. maybe something else too.. Valora blinked and shook her head as she fought to stay in reality, but with every passing second, it got harder and harder to tell where reality ended and the hallucinations began. In the real world, Valora’s eyes eventually glazed over rolled up into her head as her head slumped forward as Jen observed, taking notes.
Under the effects of the drugs Jen had concocted, Valora could no longer hide from herself. She could not repress anything. Valora was in her own private hell. She was standing in the one place she didn’t want to be. Mexico City. A special cemetery reserved for Mexican Federal Police officers killed in the line of duty. She was standing in front of Vanessa’s grave. In front of her stood.. herself. Once more, Valora saw the Valora, the heroine, decked out in the uniform of the Mexican Federal Police. Valora the heroine turned and smirked at Valora. It was weird. So similar to the sadistic smirk Valora had become known for but purer, nobler somehow. Valora had never seen it before and was surprised by it.
Valora the Heroine shook her head, a look of disappointment. “You’ve tried being selfish. Out for yourself. Fighting for glory, for the belt. To increase your own reputation. How’s it worked out for you? You know where this road ends. Just like Hunter Valentyne. Broken, lost, lonely, and bitter.” Valora narrowed her eyes and took and stepped forward. “Yeah? Where they fuck did YOU get us Pendeja?! You got Vanessa killed and us subjected to torture for how long? Fuck, we still don’t know. I sure as fuck don’t, at least.”
Valora the heroine smiled sadly and nodded. “That’s right. Blame others. You’re good at that, almost as good as Hunter Valentyne in the excuse department, aren’t you? What about Colt?! Isn’t it possible Jesse was right and it was your stubborn pride and anger that allowed you to be distracted? Is it possible YOU beat yourself and that you didn’t get screwed? What would Vanessa think of you, Val?”
“VANESSA’S DEAD! IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE!” Valora shouted, her body shaking in rage. Valora the heroine just smiled a bit and Valora sighed. The bitch had a point. As she thought and glanced at Vanessa’s grave, Valora the Heroine smiled and nodded. “We’ll be here for awhile. You’re not ready to make the final call yet. But you will be soon...”
As Valora stood there, the scene fades and when it comes back into focus, Valora stands in front of a pyramid like building. Valora the Heroine stands near the entrance and gestures Valora inside. “Inside. You will be tested and move to your final destiny. Are you brave enough to face your flaws? Can you overcome them?”
Valora looked up at the temple and sighed and walked up the stairs...
Scared?! Fuck that shit. I’ll show this prissy little bitch...
Meanwhile, in the real world, Jen sat, listening to Valora mumble to herself and studying the Latina hardcore icon intently, scribbling notes. “Ooooo Valora-chi is fun..” she said to herself as she kept watching the show.
In Valora’s altered reality, she walked into the first room of the temple and looked around. The room, at first, looked empty but she soon heard someone singing “Its Peanut Butter Jelly Time.” in that old annoying rap lyric kinda way. After a few moments, Patrick Jones came out, dancing and eating a bowl of ramen noodles, smiling as he saw Valora. “Oh Hey, Val. Want some noodles? They’re fuckin’ delicious!”
Valora was, for the first time in a long time, completely speechless and just tilted her head. Part of her was visualizing throwing those noodles in his face and the other part had her thoughts elsewhere. Finally, after looking around in confusion, she was able to get out “What... the FUCK?!”
Patrick Jones smirked and walked around the room. “I’m your arrogance, Valora. Did you even remember I’m in this match? Or are you just assuming I won’t be a factor? You know how these matches play out. You’ve been in matches similar. Have you forgotten when you were in my shoes? Valora in a big time match? Laughable.”
Arrogance? Or Confidence? Look at him! Dancing around like a fuckin’ retard with his goofy little song and his fuckin’ noodles.. No. It can’t be that easy. Think, Val...
Valora paced around, taking a look at PJ and took in a deep breath. “Never said you didn’t have skill, even if you are a bit of a fuckin’ retard. But you’re in over your head in this match. You might have a chance.. but its about the same chance North Korea has hitting the U.S. with a fuckin’ nuke. I’m not overlooking you. Get in my way, I’ll go after you like you were the fuckin’ World Champ!”
Patrick Jones smiled and nodded. “Good.” He then disappeared, leaving Valora blinking. Stumbling forward, deeper into the temple, she entered the next room..
Patrick Jones. You think your best buddy Drake Blake is sick? Wait til you get a load of me. I’ll make what I did to Ryan Pugh look tame compared to what I do to you if you get in my way...
As she walked into the next room, she found she didn’t have to wait long for her next visitor. Standing there, leaning against the wall in his TAPOUT shorts was Ryan Omega. Valora sighed and rolled her eyes. Ryan pushed himself up from the wall and walked over towards her, smiling a bit. “I’m your racism. You’re just like Hunter Valenytne... always got an excuse. Always running your mouth and you bitch about how white people fucked you over but you fail to see you’re becoming what you hate.”
Valora smirked and walked around him. “Really? This comin’ from someone dumb enough to root for the Cubs. A team that not only hasn’t won the World Series in over 100 years but always has an excuse. Remember when they whined that they were losing because Steve Stone was being too mean to them when he was just doing his fucking job and pointing out where they need to improve? The Cubs are just like you, old man. They’re old. They’ve had their glory days, they came and went and are never coming back. It isn’t the fault of some stupid fuckin’ billy goat, or the gypsy that owned said goat. It isn’t because some commentators are reporters and not cheerleaders. Its because, for whatever fuckin’ reason, the Cubs’ time is up. Just. Like. Yours. You didn’t ‘allow yourself to fade away’ you fuckin’ got old and got pushed out by newer, better talent. It happens to us all. It happened to my mentor. It’ll happen to me someday. Your time is done.
As for racism? Fuck you. Gringo is white person. You lot can call me Spic, Wetback, you can call black people niggers but when you get it thrown back at you, you whine and cry? I’m not actually a racist. I’m ANYONE getting pissed on. Black, White, Brown... I don’t care if your purple with yellow fuckin’ polka dots. Rich white assholes piss on you, it fuckin’ pisses me off. Also, in case you haven’t noticed... asking politely doesn’t get you shit. So make your jokes... because in Terrordome... I’m gonna make sure you got a lot of fuckin’ time on your hands to tend to that baby of yours. Your time is over. Its my time now.”
Ryan Omega looks at her and shakes his head. “Unwilling to let go of your racism, your hatred.. Maybe you’ll learn later..” he said before disappearing with a final word. “Go Cubs.”
Ryan Omega. He reminds me so much of Umbrage. Both from the Detroit area. Both aging, racking up injuries. Umbrage was my mentor in this shit. He helped create a Hardcore Icon. He also knew when his time was over. Apparently, Ryan Omega is one of those athletes that can’t let go. That’s okay. I’ll help him. I’ll be nice for once and show him how outclassed he is.
In the real world, Jen has given Valora a new dose of her ‘medicine’ and gone back to continue her observations. The Mexican fighter has given some interesting information away in her mumblings and likely isn’t even aware of it.
In Valora’s psychotropic induced reality, Valora the heroine, still in her Mexican Federal Police uniform, has appeared and is looking over Valora. “I’m sure it doesn’t seem that way, but this is designed to help you. You can’t hide now. You can’t refuse to deal with this. You have to face who you were, who you are and who you could become. Valora glares at her ‘better’ half and heads into the next room.
In the next room, she finds Scarlet dancing. Valora smirked. Scarlet pauses her dancing and turns to face Valora. “I’m your lack of loyalty. You’re a rabid dog, Valora. You’ll partner with anyone who can-”
Scarlet is cut off as Valora decks her... or tries to. Her hand passes right through the spectral Scarlet.. not that it stops Valora’s retort. “Loyalty? Funny. I distinctly remember Apathy and I busting our asses for you prissy bitches in La Dolce Vita. What did we get? We got you trying to be me. Trying to saw Kronin’s nuts off with barbed wire. Okay, I enjoyed that. But then we got you shoving fireworks up people’s asses. Making us look bad. We got Blair, making us look bad. And we had Nat dragging us out to get drunk and making us all look bad.”
Valora paces back and forth. “Face it, bitch. You’re just a cheap knock off of me. Last time we face, I busted your eye open. This time? You don’t care about a me, a former ally? Alright. I’ll do you a solid and show you what hardcore and extreme really is. Lets see if you can hang, chica. I’m betting no.”
Scarlet Styles. Contrary to popular belief, I respect her. People in New Edge Wrestling didn’t start to take notice of me until I beat her and I enjoyed competing against her and working with her in La Dolce Vita. But now we both want the same thing. While she’s focused on dancing with the stars, I’m focused on becoming a legend.
Valora the Heroine walks in as Scarlet fades from view. “She could be an ally again. She cares about New Edge. You could side with her. As much as you bitch and moan and rant and rave, you care about New Edge. So much so that you have done something you’ve never done before... you signed an exclusive contract with New Edge. Are you sure UnStable is your place to be?”
Valora sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Damn it... I’ve played the hero before. Know what happens? The good guy gets fucked. What pisses me off is that its not the hero who gets hurt. Scarlet wants to bitch about lack of loyalty?! I’ve learned. When you care about someone, you sign their death warrant. Vanessa. Killed to get to me. Apathy? Removed to get to me. I’m better off on my own. That way no one gets hurt but me...” Valora the heroine smiled. “And you claim you’re not a hero? Interesting.” Before Valora could respond, Valora the Heroine disappeared. Valora growled and shook her head as she walked into the next room...
Inside the next room, Valora was greeted by... Matt Slater. The British man smiled and nodded as he paced around her. “Its hard, isn’t it? You fight for justice and to help people so long you stopped caring. I’m your failure as a hero. I’m your dirty secret. You take pride in being Mexican but you avoid the country. Why? Because you feel responsible. You blame yourself for your failure and what you perceive that failure led to. You think fighting for yourself, stopping caring will get you further? You think Jen Ryette will do anything other than drag you deeper down into the well of madness? Or is it deeper? In New Edge, I’ve studied you. You forget, I ran with someone JUST like you. Hell, I was kinda like you myself. You don’t regret failing against Nocturnal. He was worthy. That’s evident by the fact that you didn’t attack him. You don’t regret losing to Colt. You were screwed over and there’s evidence there to back that claim up..
Cold Front, 2012. Valora vs. Shane Sparx for the World Title vacated by Triple X.
What you regret ... is that you didn't outright kill him before grabbing a hold of that championship. To this very day ... you can't get rid of the anger and malice that has blossomed from that career-altering moment ... and in some ways ... that loss has prohibited you from going further. Ever since that day, you haven't exactly been the same. The opportunity was squandered ... but now ... you have the chance to make everything right again. All it will take ... is another ladder, Valora ... one ladder ... that will define your entire career."
Valora stood there. For the longest period of time, she didn’t say anything. Finally, very slowly, she came to a response and began to speak. “You’re right. I was weak. Human. I tried to spare Shane Sparx and it fucked me and New Edge over. I’ve never forgiven myself for that. At Terrordome, I will begin to rectify that.
But speaking of secrets, Slater. What about yours? I’ve been around the block. I’ve been backstage, watching the boys juice up. I’ve seen the side effects. Problems lately? Its not PMS, its Steroids. Likely why you survived the cage match and why it’ll take a bit for the back to heal up. Don’t worry, though. I don’t need to blackmail you. The Terrordome will punish both you and me for our sins. The difference between me is I welcome the punishment. I get off on it, fuck. I welcome it.
In the real world, Jen took a bit of blood from Valora and smiled, tilting her head as she put the vial of blood in the bag and took a small scalpel and cut into Valora, noting the reactions and smiles. “Look Nova-Chi! I TOLD you Valora nee-san was more interestin’!” Jen began untying Valora and preparing for the next part.
Val’s altered reality had her move past the room as Slater faded away and came right into the next room where Hunter Valentyne stood, a smirk on his face. “I’m your doubt. You put on a good show out there, running your mouth and all that. So brash, cocky and full of ego but I know the truth. The doubts you have. It eats you up, doesn’t it? Wondering if I might be right. If you might not be World Title material. Main event material. What if you are just that half assed built house, Valora? What if I’m fuckin’ right?”
Valora paced around and frowned. When it came to people she’d like to kill. Hunter Valentyne was right up there with Shane Sparx in the realm of New Edge Wrestling. Pacing back and forth, she was forced to admit there was some truth. How could there not be? She had failed in Mexico and buried a lover because of it. Part of why she didn’t want to take a stand for her people was she was afraid of what might happen if she failed again. She had failed three times to win the World Title. Then it hit her. Smirking, Valora looked Hunter right in the eye and nodded. “I’ll give you that, Hunter. MAYBE I am overrated. Maybe I’m just the dumb spic that doesn’t realize she’s in the Good Ol’ Boys club. Maybe. But wrap your brain around this. I’ve beaten Triple X. I beat Roger Wright, twice. I beat Ryan Pugh. I came close to making it into the Hall of Fame in less than 1 fuckin’ year! In a year’s time, I’ve EARNED three World Title shots. I’d mention beating you, but we both know it happened and we both know that it’s YOU trying to ride MY coattails to fame, bitch. Not the other way around.”
Valora turned and faced Hunter as she took a deep breath. “My confidence is good. Yours? That’s the question. You do real good at casting your flaws onto someone else. The fact is. You always have an excuse ready when you lose. Everyone and their brother knows how you prepare for a match. Step 1. write down something cool to say. Step 2. Talk shit. Step 3 kiss Johnny Stylez’s ass and be his number 1 fan boy. Step 4. Try to imitate Johnny Stylez but fail because you’re not cool enough. Step 5. Choke in the big match. Step 6 blame everyone but yourself for the loss. Do you really think you can survive Terrordome? You’re surrounded by people that fucking hate you. While you’ve been stumbling through from one fuckin’ disaster to another, I’ve built myself a name in the NEW. You’ll find out what I can do very soon. But it won’t be over quickly and it won’t be pleasant... for you!”
Hunter disappeared and Valora made her way to the main room of the temple. Complete with an altar and everything. Valora the Heroine stood there. “Well. I think its time to choose now. You’ve heard what your flaws had to say about you. You know what you can be. What do you think?”
I think I’m gonna think twice before letting Jen inject me with anything again.. Jap Bitch is more devious than I thought...
In the real world, Jen turned to Nova and raised an eyebrow. “How does Valora nee-san know?! Fascinating!” She said, as she half dropped half dumped Valora onto the bed and nodded to nobody in particular.
Valora could feel the walls breaking down. FINALLY she was beginning to wake up. Part of her was relieved. She needed to take control and get back to planning and plotting. But part her wanted to finish this. Right here and now. She pointed at the more heroic version of herself and gave it the finger. “Fuck you! I don’t choose because people tell me to! I’ll embrace my past, my present and my future! Destiny?! I’ll make my own fuckin’ destiny!”
Valora slowly came to and found herself naked, on her bed, with Jen sitting at the side of the bed staring at her. “Hiya Valora nee-san! What did the fun juice do to you?”
Valora and sat up in the bed only to fall back down as the room span. “Ughhh... I went... back to Mexico.. the fuck was in that shit? LSD or some shit?” Jen smiled and shrugged, putting a finger to her chin. “Hmmm... not sure, really. Was fun, yes?”
Valora, despite herself, smiled, still half drugged. “Yeah... was fun... Now time to get to work..”
Jen grinned and dove onto the bed. “First things first... Valora nee-san needs to relax and have some fun. Then she can work on making fun art with the pretty blood..”
The two kissed and laid back on the bed, doing their own special brand of ‘preparation’ for Terrordome...