Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2013 1:48:26 GMT -6
Some people are really fuckin’ stupid, you know?
Valora stands on the announce table. She’s poised to try her patented ‘Gringo Killa’ move on Johnny Stylez but the man is able to reverse it and hits his Dime Bag Death Drop, putting both him and Valora through the announce table. A brief pass over by the camera shows Valora writhing in pain but laughing almost maniacally.
Alright, so we didn’t win. But Hunter wasn’t smart enough to see the trap the Europeans set for him. For the man who claims to always have the answer, he seems to have missed that Kronin will take one for the team. And while Hunter took out Kronin, Slater was waiting. Its what the Brits always do. Let someone else do the dirty work and swoop in to claim the credit. Now everyone’s talking about how Slater won Terrordome and got the pin for the tag team titles...
You’re welcome, Matt Slater and Kronin. There is a method to my madness and that method saved your asses.
“So Valora nee-san, ya need ta know Cera-Bear was like all pissed off and shiz at ya.”
Valora calmly ate her chinese food and took a swig of her tequila as the duo watched Silence of the lambs. Well Valora watched. Jen, had originally been trying to ‘convince’ Valora into other activities but now both women were watching the movie, transfixed. As the movie ends, Jen turns to Valora. “That movie was the shiz, Valora nee-san. I wonder what human tastes like....” Valora turned and smirked. “Depends on which part of the human you eat.” This line seemed to catch even Jen off guard. Before she said anything. Valora shrugged. “I killed a guy once. Ate his liver with fava beans and a nice chianti.” Jen blinked, not really sure how to process all that. “Umm... why?”
Hearing the question, Valora shrugged. “Because the way Hopkins says it just makes it sound.... so fuckin’ delicious. And it wasn’t half bad, either. I’d totally do it again.” Jen tilted her head. She had so been right! Valora was a fascinating subject to study! So alike Cera they could be twins and yet so different. “So ya said that movie was ta help ya. Umm... how?”
Valora turned and looked at Jen, studying her intently. “Hasn’t that Puerto Rican whore taught you anything?” Jen frowned and shook her head. “Umm she mostly yells and throws things at me. And gets borin’ draggin’ shiz out all day! I mean, sheesh! How long does it take ta kill someone?!” Valora raises an eyebrow and considers. “Interesting. I suspected that might be her problem. Well, listen up, young padawan. What did Hannibal Lector say was the main problem with Buffalo Bill?”
Jen thought for a few moments and Valora leaned in. “That he thought he was a transvestite. He likely applied for gender reassignment surgery and was denied. He wanted to be a girl but he wasn’t. Our Italian friend Scarlet Styles has the same problem. She could have put me in a boxing match, an MMA match... any match she wanted and she picks flaming barbed wire. She has to prove she can beat me in a hardcore themed match. Problem is... I don’t mind a few scars and burn marks. Her on the other hand? Gonna be hard Dancing with the Stars and kissing babies and shit with her body all torn up.
See, that’s Scarlet’s problem. I planted the seed in her mind. I lured her in.. She could have picked any match style she wanted. She could have gone for a boxing match, an MMA style match, but no. She chose burning barbed wire. She has to prove to herself she can beat me in a hardcore match. Never mind I beat Pugh. Never mind I beat her in Terrordome and damn near won the whole damn thing. No... now she needs to beat me in an extreme type match. See Jen. That’s always been Scarlet’s weakness. She thinks she belongs in the extreme type matches, and she might... if she didn't have to play misses kiss ass. But she cares too much about what people say about her. What they think. She thinks she's hardcore, Xcore, Xtreme, whatever you wanna call it but.. she's no match for me, the queen of the 5150.”
Jen looks around for a second and tilts her head curiously as Valora stands up and smirks. “Scarlet is a damn good liar. She can run her mouth about how I’m not shit and this and that, but the woman is as insecure as they come. You think United is in trouble because Slater is using Steroids and lil’ miss cowgirl might decide she likes Al more than those other losers? They’re in trouble because United is looking to Scarlet for leadership and getting none. She sees Slater’s steroid problem. Dixie’s potential lack of loyalty and makes them out to be bigger issues than they are. She challenges me to an extreme rules type match because she needs to prove to herself she can beat me.”
“Why not just kill a bish and be done with the shiz?” Jen asked, blinking, but whether she was genuinely curious or simply testing her new subject was impossible to tell. Valora thought for a second and smiled. “Too quick. Too easy. I know... I know. You’re going to mention a certain Puerto Rican whore that’s let you down, but unlike her... I’ve learned some control. I-”
“Valora Nee-san... what do ya see and hear when it talks ta ya?”
That was not an easy question to answer. Firstly, one had to figure out what ‘it’ Jen was referring to. But, one could safely surmise it was a certain mental condition. Jen had obviously been comparing and contrasting Valora and Cera. Valora sighed. “Myself from an earlier time... sometimes my dead lover, Vanessa. Kinda lame as far as Schizophrenia goes...Schizophrenia is supposed to manifest as something you can’t tell is a hallucination. Sometimes I hear just a voice.”
“Cera Bear mostly hears the demon. Sometimes she says she can see it but never describes it. How do you control your demon?”
Valora smirked and looked back at Jen, examining her a bit. “Simple. I became my demon. The woman you see before you... was not born. She was created for violence. I don’t need to waste my time with petty cruelties. I get right to the fun stuff. If I wanted to... I could kill Scarlet Styles in our match. But I won’t. Because I have some respect for Ryan Pugh and he values her. But I god damn guarantee you Scarlet Styles will wish she was dead at some point after our match.. Maybe it’ll be the burns. Maybe it’ll be the scars left by the barbed wire. Maybe it’ll be the severe ass kicking I give the gringa. Maybe it’ll be a combination. The simple fact is. I’ve already won this match where it counts. In the mind. Scarlet doubts herself. Me? No doubt. No fear... and when I burn her, rip her flesh off... make her bleed... When I show her just some of the myriad of twisted pleasures in my mind. Show her some of the sights I have to show her... leave her bloodied and beaten in the ring.. the troubles in United will multiply... even if only in Scarlet’s insecure mind... Time to go make some pretty pretty artwork in the ring... “ Valora takes a deep breath. “I do so love my job... come on... let’s go get something to eat... You feel like lamb chops or liver?”
Jen giggles as the duo head out the door and off in search of their night’s meal and to go over final preparations...
Valora stands on the announce table. She’s poised to try her patented ‘Gringo Killa’ move on Johnny Stylez but the man is able to reverse it and hits his Dime Bag Death Drop, putting both him and Valora through the announce table. A brief pass over by the camera shows Valora writhing in pain but laughing almost maniacally.
Alright, so we didn’t win. But Hunter wasn’t smart enough to see the trap the Europeans set for him. For the man who claims to always have the answer, he seems to have missed that Kronin will take one for the team. And while Hunter took out Kronin, Slater was waiting. Its what the Brits always do. Let someone else do the dirty work and swoop in to claim the credit. Now everyone’s talking about how Slater won Terrordome and got the pin for the tag team titles...
You’re welcome, Matt Slater and Kronin. There is a method to my madness and that method saved your asses.
“So Valora nee-san, ya need ta know Cera-Bear was like all pissed off and shiz at ya.”
Valora calmly ate her chinese food and took a swig of her tequila as the duo watched Silence of the lambs. Well Valora watched. Jen, had originally been trying to ‘convince’ Valora into other activities but now both women were watching the movie, transfixed. As the movie ends, Jen turns to Valora. “That movie was the shiz, Valora nee-san. I wonder what human tastes like....” Valora turned and smirked. “Depends on which part of the human you eat.” This line seemed to catch even Jen off guard. Before she said anything. Valora shrugged. “I killed a guy once. Ate his liver with fava beans and a nice chianti.” Jen blinked, not really sure how to process all that. “Umm... why?”
Hearing the question, Valora shrugged. “Because the way Hopkins says it just makes it sound.... so fuckin’ delicious. And it wasn’t half bad, either. I’d totally do it again.” Jen tilted her head. She had so been right! Valora was a fascinating subject to study! So alike Cera they could be twins and yet so different. “So ya said that movie was ta help ya. Umm... how?”
Valora turned and looked at Jen, studying her intently. “Hasn’t that Puerto Rican whore taught you anything?” Jen frowned and shook her head. “Umm she mostly yells and throws things at me. And gets borin’ draggin’ shiz out all day! I mean, sheesh! How long does it take ta kill someone?!” Valora raises an eyebrow and considers. “Interesting. I suspected that might be her problem. Well, listen up, young padawan. What did Hannibal Lector say was the main problem with Buffalo Bill?”
Jen thought for a few moments and Valora leaned in. “That he thought he was a transvestite. He likely applied for gender reassignment surgery and was denied. He wanted to be a girl but he wasn’t. Our Italian friend Scarlet Styles has the same problem. She could have put me in a boxing match, an MMA match... any match she wanted and she picks flaming barbed wire. She has to prove she can beat me in a hardcore themed match. Problem is... I don’t mind a few scars and burn marks. Her on the other hand? Gonna be hard Dancing with the Stars and kissing babies and shit with her body all torn up.
See, that’s Scarlet’s problem. I planted the seed in her mind. I lured her in.. She could have picked any match style she wanted. She could have gone for a boxing match, an MMA style match, but no. She chose burning barbed wire. She has to prove to herself she can beat me in a hardcore match. Never mind I beat Pugh. Never mind I beat her in Terrordome and damn near won the whole damn thing. No... now she needs to beat me in an extreme type match. See Jen. That’s always been Scarlet’s weakness. She thinks she belongs in the extreme type matches, and she might... if she didn't have to play misses kiss ass. But she cares too much about what people say about her. What they think. She thinks she's hardcore, Xcore, Xtreme, whatever you wanna call it but.. she's no match for me, the queen of the 5150.”
Jen looks around for a second and tilts her head curiously as Valora stands up and smirks. “Scarlet is a damn good liar. She can run her mouth about how I’m not shit and this and that, but the woman is as insecure as they come. You think United is in trouble because Slater is using Steroids and lil’ miss cowgirl might decide she likes Al more than those other losers? They’re in trouble because United is looking to Scarlet for leadership and getting none. She sees Slater’s steroid problem. Dixie’s potential lack of loyalty and makes them out to be bigger issues than they are. She challenges me to an extreme rules type match because she needs to prove to herself she can beat me.”
“Why not just kill a bish and be done with the shiz?” Jen asked, blinking, but whether she was genuinely curious or simply testing her new subject was impossible to tell. Valora thought for a second and smiled. “Too quick. Too easy. I know... I know. You’re going to mention a certain Puerto Rican whore that’s let you down, but unlike her... I’ve learned some control. I-”
“Valora Nee-san... what do ya see and hear when it talks ta ya?”
That was not an easy question to answer. Firstly, one had to figure out what ‘it’ Jen was referring to. But, one could safely surmise it was a certain mental condition. Jen had obviously been comparing and contrasting Valora and Cera. Valora sighed. “Myself from an earlier time... sometimes my dead lover, Vanessa. Kinda lame as far as Schizophrenia goes...Schizophrenia is supposed to manifest as something you can’t tell is a hallucination. Sometimes I hear just a voice.”
“Cera Bear mostly hears the demon. Sometimes she says she can see it but never describes it. How do you control your demon?”
Valora smirked and looked back at Jen, examining her a bit. “Simple. I became my demon. The woman you see before you... was not born. She was created for violence. I don’t need to waste my time with petty cruelties. I get right to the fun stuff. If I wanted to... I could kill Scarlet Styles in our match. But I won’t. Because I have some respect for Ryan Pugh and he values her. But I god damn guarantee you Scarlet Styles will wish she was dead at some point after our match.. Maybe it’ll be the burns. Maybe it’ll be the scars left by the barbed wire. Maybe it’ll be the severe ass kicking I give the gringa. Maybe it’ll be a combination. The simple fact is. I’ve already won this match where it counts. In the mind. Scarlet doubts herself. Me? No doubt. No fear... and when I burn her, rip her flesh off... make her bleed... When I show her just some of the myriad of twisted pleasures in my mind. Show her some of the sights I have to show her... leave her bloodied and beaten in the ring.. the troubles in United will multiply... even if only in Scarlet’s insecure mind... Time to go make some pretty pretty artwork in the ring... “ Valora takes a deep breath. “I do so love my job... come on... let’s go get something to eat... You feel like lamb chops or liver?”
Jen giggles as the duo head out the door and off in search of their night’s meal and to go over final preparations...