Post by laceyroberts on Jun 10, 2015 0:02:35 GMT -6
With all the stress and hatred that Lacey built upon herself after her most recent loss, she wound up going to somebody who she hasn't talked to in a little while. Her own mother, Layla Roberts.
She knocked on the apartment door, Layla, a somewhat older, but still beautiful blonde herself, smiledas she saw Lacey.
Layla: Lacey. How are you?
Lacey: I'm...okay I guess mom.
Layla: Well don't just stand there, come on in.
Lacey smiled, as she did. She immediately hung up her jacket, before going to sit down.
Layla: Not that I don't appreciate the sudden visit, but what brings you here?
Lacey: I..I sometimes just don't know. I just feel as if..I've blow a giant opportunity.
Layla: Oh. Well tell me what happened dear.
Lacey sighed, not liking having to talk about her wounded pride.
Lacey: Well mom. Lately i've just...I don't know.
Layla: Been feeling sick?
Lacey: Only after doing a few rounds of acid and vodka.
Layla sighed at that, which caused Lacey to chuckle at her mom's reactions.
Lacey: No it's more like...Restlessness. Especially happens due to a loss. But this is what I would consider a big loss.
Layla: Oh?
Lacey: A big loss would me failing to overcome somebody who's easy to beat, or not capitalizing on a massive opportunity. If I had beat my opponent, i would have had a giant oppotunity to head straight to the top. But I guess I should be glad that I had the missed opportunity type
, instead of the humiliating type.
Layla: Are you talking about the match with Miss Gautier?
Lacey: Yeah.
Layla: I see. Well you know something, why don't we talk outside. Sun's out good today.
Lacey: Alright.
Layla smiled, as she went into the kitchen, and grabbed a couple glasses. Meanwhile, Lacey had stripped off her tank top and shorts, leaving her in a 2 piece black and red bikini. She then went outside onto the balcony, and laid down in one of the long beach chairs. Layla joined her.
Layla: Came prepared?
Lacey: Don't I always?
Layla: Maybe. Maybe not. Outcome of your last match might have been different if you had.
Lacey; Really mom? Really want to piss me off now?
Layla: Just saying.
Lacey: Well don't bother.
Layla chuckled, having been used to her daughter's behaviour. She have her a pina colata, which Lacey happily took. She took a sip, before slipping on a pair of shades. Layla took a sip of her own drink, and sat down beside Lacey.
Layla: So tell me, what are you feeling now. I mean...You don't come over to often, so something must be bothering you.
Lacey: Well I said what was mainly bothering me. The question is...Why couldn't I defeat her? Why couldn't I prove I was better then Jeszika?
Layla: Well...Maybe because Miss Gautier is simply...A better fighter. She remained strong through all her battles it would seem like.
Lacey: Bull fucken shit ma! She's been broken so many times, she might as well be made of glass.
Layla: But she kept coming back. Doesn't that tell you the kind of person she is?
Lacey: A bitch who can't function properly if she's not being hurt in some way.
Layla: There's no reasoning with you on that, is there?
Lacey: I call it how I fucken see it mom, you know that.
Lacey's left eye began to twitch violently. But due to the shades, it didn't show to Layla. Lacey quickly drank some of her pina colata.
Lacey: Perhaps a tune up match is what I need to get back on track. Though I'm defending my TV title, it's still exactly that.
Layla: Oh? And who are you facing?
Lacey: Amy Zing.
Layla: Ah. Isn't that the girl you beat for the UWA TV title back in December?
Lacey: One in the same mom.
Layla: I see. Well don't underestimate her. She might have gotten better.
Lacey then began to laugh at that statement. Layla frowned at her daughter's response, until she saw Lacey turn her head towards her.
Lacey: She's never recovered from the epic beatdown I gave her. Though she's tried, she failed to gain any momentum, in any fucken way.
Layla: Well still, you never know.
Lacey: Why do I even bother if you're going to sound like a broken record?
Layla: Excuse me?
Lacey: You heard me mother. You and dad are both the same, you both say be careful. Fuck being careful. Fuck having mercy, and fuck being nice!
Lacey yanked off her shades, and glared at her mother. It looked as if the two were about to get into an argument, when Layla gasped at what she saw. Lacey was a bit surprised.
Lacey: What's going on?
Layla: Your...Your left eye. It's bleeding.
Lacey: Really? Well that would explain the warm liquid feeling on my face.
Layla: I got to get you to a hospital for that. That's just not normal.
Lacey: Perhaps not. I'll get it checked out though myself.
Layla: I have to get you to a hospital.
Lacey: And I said I..Will...Get it checkout...MYSELF!
Layla: Promise me you will?
Lacey: Yeah. Right now...I just want to get out of here.
Layla: So soon?
Lacey: Yeah. Mostly got what I came here for.
With that, Lacey got up, finished her drink, and walked back in, and quickly got her shirt and shorts back on, before leaving.
A half hour later, Lacey was back in her own apartment. She practically collapsed onto the couch. She had a look at the glass table, and saw the bleeding eye. It looked as if blood vessels in the eye had popped and leaked.
Lacey: At least I'm not blind in that eye. Looks intimidating enough.
Lacey smirks, as she gathers her thoughts. She got up, ad placed her title onto the table, before setting up a camcorder. Once it's setup, she sets it to record, as she moves back to the couch.
Lacey: As I look at this championship belt that is placed infront of me, I am reminded that I have become more then just another pretty face. I have become somebody that is feared to face in the ring, yet admired outside. Just the way it should be.
Yet even with that, even with proof of my success, as quite possibly the longest reigning champion in UWA's history...All things considered that's unfortunately debatable right now...I feel as if I have yet to set out what I wanted to do. Yeah like everyone, I wanted the world title. One day, that will happen. Until then, I will continue to show why I should be revered as the hellfire goddess!
Lacey smirked at that, before she sighed. Almost desperately. Lacey pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and a lighter. She lit one up, an took a long drag.
Lacey: However, I've had numerous setbacks. Ad it's...gotten to me. Why am I losing my touch? I should have utterly destroyed Jeszika Gautier, not Cole and Artemis. Hell, I had a key in ending Aerynn Donnelly's career, or at least putting it on indefinite hold.
I know what people are saying. They aren't surprised I lost, because it's JESZIKA FUCKEN GAUTIER! They're actually surprised on how WELL I did against Jeszika. Well guess what? I don't give a flying fuck about how well I did, because I know goddamn well that I am about as dangerous, if not more, then they come. I only give a fuck, on winning! And I didn't. Simply put flat out, I failed.
I failed, to overcome one of the many, many people who doesn't deserve their spot. I've failed to win against a glass bitch. Why glass bitch? Because let's face it. The only reason why Jeszika became so fucken popular was because of the drama that was constantly surrounding her, and in somehow in some way. She kept breaking! All she was, was a person of fucken interest. And people tried to build that bitch up like she was a big deal.
'But Lacey, she won the title'...Yeah she did. Well when glass breaks, the shards are able to kill even, so there ya twats go!
So it's because of that, that whomever steps into the ring with me, is going to get burned in a major way. My opponent knows it, you all know it, and I will make good on that promise. Hell, it seems UWA management must think my opponent, Amy Zing no less, must enjoy it.
Lacey took another drag, before smirking. She even chuckled, as she thought of all the things she could to to Amy Zing.
Lacey: Amy Zing. The bitch who was warming the title for me in the first place, thinks she has any fucken chance in hell to defeat me, in order to try and take, what is mine. I can see why though. It looks as if I've been wounded. Even if I have been Zing-chan....Yeah I do't care what part of asia you're supposed to represent, I'm still saying that!
As I was saying, never underestimate what a wounded animal can do. Regardless of whether or not I have been, I'm still the same viscous goddess who manipulated you into facing me, then humiliated you, as I danced circles around you, exposing you as what you are. NOTHING!
What the fuck have you done to prove me otherwise? Hell you've admitted you've had more losses then wins. The last time you won was...Fuck I don't know, nor do I fucken care! Fuck, after you last loss, which I believe was to Vince Jones...Who's actually competent enough to succeed...you just vanished into thin fucken air?
What the fuck have you been doing all this time Amy? Going back to basics? Trying to revamp your style? Naw...you've been sitting at home, watching as everyone else has been going miles ahead of you. Face it Amy, you're not cut out for this business. The only thing you're cut out for, is being a whore as the Silver Baron's Pleasure Dome. But hell, I'd gladly be your pimp, because I want to personally see the look on your face, the broken look in your eyes, saying that you want to prove me wrong, but you know I'm right.
Lacey continued to chuckle, as she took another drag from her cigarette. However, she started to scowl after that.
Lacey: You can spout all of that never give up shit as you want. Hell I know you're probably going to be even more fired up now to try to beat me after calling you what you are. Save your breath honey. I'm not interested in hearing the usual never give up crap I had to hear before. Or even that I'm gonna kick you're head of shit. Who's head was rolling after our last match? YOURS! The outcome will not be different.
Try all you might Amy, I will continue to knock you down to where you belong. Why? Because that's just what I do. Not to mention that I have beaten others who have far more value then you ever will. The top of that list is Aerynn Donnelly, the first and longest reigning UWA world champion, without using the Deal Breaker or the Reaper's Scythe to do so.
The only way I could have done that, is if I had, at the very least, gave her a stinger. But I know for a fact, even if everyone else will deny it, I broke her neck. Something which everyone has been denying. Much like how you're denying the fact you have no chance against me, everyone is denying that i am very much capable of that. Though admittedly, that time, it was an accident. If I really, really wanted to hurt her...Well even more then I already did for being an annoying little twat who had EVERYTHING HANDED TO HER...I would have made sure that her career would have been over. I would have broker her arms, damaged her legs into no point of return, and then purposely broke her neck.
Point is about that Amy, if you happen to live to fight another day, it will only be, because I allowed it. And the only reason for that would be for my own personal amusement. But don't count on it. Because I'm going to squish you like the bug that you are, under my heel.
You may not realize it Amy, but do keep this in mind. Devils always win in the end. And I got a fully, hot body full of devil blood.
Lacey butted out her cigarette, and grabbed her title, draping it on her shoulder. She then looked at the camera, with Lacey repositioning herself so that the bloodied eye is a bit closer.
Lacey: Weeping blood, is often a sign of bad things to come, or in some cultures believe. Well this isn't going to be that for me. This blood that leaks from my eye, is a sign that I've got real bad intentions for you Amy, and there will be no escape from it!
She knocked on the apartment door, Layla, a somewhat older, but still beautiful blonde herself, smiledas she saw Lacey.
Layla: Lacey. How are you?
Lacey: I'm...okay I guess mom.
Layla: Well don't just stand there, come on in.
Lacey smiled, as she did. She immediately hung up her jacket, before going to sit down.
Layla: Not that I don't appreciate the sudden visit, but what brings you here?
Lacey: I..I sometimes just don't know. I just feel as if..I've blow a giant opportunity.
Layla: Oh. Well tell me what happened dear.
Lacey sighed, not liking having to talk about her wounded pride.
Lacey: Well mom. Lately i've just...I don't know.
Layla: Been feeling sick?
Lacey: Only after doing a few rounds of acid and vodka.
Layla sighed at that, which caused Lacey to chuckle at her mom's reactions.
Lacey: No it's more like...Restlessness. Especially happens due to a loss. But this is what I would consider a big loss.
Layla: Oh?
Lacey: A big loss would me failing to overcome somebody who's easy to beat, or not capitalizing on a massive opportunity. If I had beat my opponent, i would have had a giant oppotunity to head straight to the top. But I guess I should be glad that I had the missed opportunity type
, instead of the humiliating type.
Layla: Are you talking about the match with Miss Gautier?
Lacey: Yeah.
Layla: I see. Well you know something, why don't we talk outside. Sun's out good today.
Lacey: Alright.
Layla smiled, as she went into the kitchen, and grabbed a couple glasses. Meanwhile, Lacey had stripped off her tank top and shorts, leaving her in a 2 piece black and red bikini. She then went outside onto the balcony, and laid down in one of the long beach chairs. Layla joined her.
Layla: Came prepared?
Lacey: Don't I always?
Layla: Maybe. Maybe not. Outcome of your last match might have been different if you had.
Lacey; Really mom? Really want to piss me off now?
Layla: Just saying.
Lacey: Well don't bother.
Layla chuckled, having been used to her daughter's behaviour. She have her a pina colata, which Lacey happily took. She took a sip, before slipping on a pair of shades. Layla took a sip of her own drink, and sat down beside Lacey.
Layla: So tell me, what are you feeling now. I mean...You don't come over to often, so something must be bothering you.
Lacey: Well I said what was mainly bothering me. The question is...Why couldn't I defeat her? Why couldn't I prove I was better then Jeszika?
Layla: Well...Maybe because Miss Gautier is simply...A better fighter. She remained strong through all her battles it would seem like.
Lacey: Bull fucken shit ma! She's been broken so many times, she might as well be made of glass.
Layla: But she kept coming back. Doesn't that tell you the kind of person she is?
Lacey: A bitch who can't function properly if she's not being hurt in some way.
Layla: There's no reasoning with you on that, is there?
Lacey: I call it how I fucken see it mom, you know that.
Lacey's left eye began to twitch violently. But due to the shades, it didn't show to Layla. Lacey quickly drank some of her pina colata.
Lacey: Perhaps a tune up match is what I need to get back on track. Though I'm defending my TV title, it's still exactly that.
Layla: Oh? And who are you facing?
Lacey: Amy Zing.
Layla: Ah. Isn't that the girl you beat for the UWA TV title back in December?
Lacey: One in the same mom.
Layla: I see. Well don't underestimate her. She might have gotten better.
Lacey then began to laugh at that statement. Layla frowned at her daughter's response, until she saw Lacey turn her head towards her.
Lacey: She's never recovered from the epic beatdown I gave her. Though she's tried, she failed to gain any momentum, in any fucken way.
Layla: Well still, you never know.
Lacey: Why do I even bother if you're going to sound like a broken record?
Layla: Excuse me?
Lacey: You heard me mother. You and dad are both the same, you both say be careful. Fuck being careful. Fuck having mercy, and fuck being nice!
Lacey yanked off her shades, and glared at her mother. It looked as if the two were about to get into an argument, when Layla gasped at what she saw. Lacey was a bit surprised.
Lacey: What's going on?
Layla: Your...Your left eye. It's bleeding.
Lacey: Really? Well that would explain the warm liquid feeling on my face.
Layla: I got to get you to a hospital for that. That's just not normal.
Lacey: Perhaps not. I'll get it checked out though myself.
Layla: I have to get you to a hospital.
Lacey: And I said I..Will...Get it checkout...MYSELF!
Layla: Promise me you will?
Lacey: Yeah. Right now...I just want to get out of here.
Layla: So soon?
Lacey: Yeah. Mostly got what I came here for.
With that, Lacey got up, finished her drink, and walked back in, and quickly got her shirt and shorts back on, before leaving.
A half hour later, Lacey was back in her own apartment. She practically collapsed onto the couch. She had a look at the glass table, and saw the bleeding eye. It looked as if blood vessels in the eye had popped and leaked.
Lacey: At least I'm not blind in that eye. Looks intimidating enough.
Lacey smirks, as she gathers her thoughts. She got up, ad placed her title onto the table, before setting up a camcorder. Once it's setup, she sets it to record, as she moves back to the couch.
Lacey: As I look at this championship belt that is placed infront of me, I am reminded that I have become more then just another pretty face. I have become somebody that is feared to face in the ring, yet admired outside. Just the way it should be.
Yet even with that, even with proof of my success, as quite possibly the longest reigning champion in UWA's history...All things considered that's unfortunately debatable right now...I feel as if I have yet to set out what I wanted to do. Yeah like everyone, I wanted the world title. One day, that will happen. Until then, I will continue to show why I should be revered as the hellfire goddess!
Lacey smirked at that, before she sighed. Almost desperately. Lacey pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and a lighter. She lit one up, an took a long drag.
Lacey: However, I've had numerous setbacks. Ad it's...gotten to me. Why am I losing my touch? I should have utterly destroyed Jeszika Gautier, not Cole and Artemis. Hell, I had a key in ending Aerynn Donnelly's career, or at least putting it on indefinite hold.
I know what people are saying. They aren't surprised I lost, because it's JESZIKA FUCKEN GAUTIER! They're actually surprised on how WELL I did against Jeszika. Well guess what? I don't give a flying fuck about how well I did, because I know goddamn well that I am about as dangerous, if not more, then they come. I only give a fuck, on winning! And I didn't. Simply put flat out, I failed.
I failed, to overcome one of the many, many people who doesn't deserve their spot. I've failed to win against a glass bitch. Why glass bitch? Because let's face it. The only reason why Jeszika became so fucken popular was because of the drama that was constantly surrounding her, and in somehow in some way. She kept breaking! All she was, was a person of fucken interest. And people tried to build that bitch up like she was a big deal.
'But Lacey, she won the title'...Yeah she did. Well when glass breaks, the shards are able to kill even, so there ya twats go!
So it's because of that, that whomever steps into the ring with me, is going to get burned in a major way. My opponent knows it, you all know it, and I will make good on that promise. Hell, it seems UWA management must think my opponent, Amy Zing no less, must enjoy it.
Lacey took another drag, before smirking. She even chuckled, as she thought of all the things she could to to Amy Zing.
Lacey: Amy Zing. The bitch who was warming the title for me in the first place, thinks she has any fucken chance in hell to defeat me, in order to try and take, what is mine. I can see why though. It looks as if I've been wounded. Even if I have been Zing-chan....Yeah I do't care what part of asia you're supposed to represent, I'm still saying that!
As I was saying, never underestimate what a wounded animal can do. Regardless of whether or not I have been, I'm still the same viscous goddess who manipulated you into facing me, then humiliated you, as I danced circles around you, exposing you as what you are. NOTHING!
What the fuck have you done to prove me otherwise? Hell you've admitted you've had more losses then wins. The last time you won was...Fuck I don't know, nor do I fucken care! Fuck, after you last loss, which I believe was to Vince Jones...Who's actually competent enough to succeed...you just vanished into thin fucken air?
What the fuck have you been doing all this time Amy? Going back to basics? Trying to revamp your style? Naw...you've been sitting at home, watching as everyone else has been going miles ahead of you. Face it Amy, you're not cut out for this business. The only thing you're cut out for, is being a whore as the Silver Baron's Pleasure Dome. But hell, I'd gladly be your pimp, because I want to personally see the look on your face, the broken look in your eyes, saying that you want to prove me wrong, but you know I'm right.
Lacey continued to chuckle, as she took another drag from her cigarette. However, she started to scowl after that.
Lacey: You can spout all of that never give up shit as you want. Hell I know you're probably going to be even more fired up now to try to beat me after calling you what you are. Save your breath honey. I'm not interested in hearing the usual never give up crap I had to hear before. Or even that I'm gonna kick you're head of shit. Who's head was rolling after our last match? YOURS! The outcome will not be different.
Try all you might Amy, I will continue to knock you down to where you belong. Why? Because that's just what I do. Not to mention that I have beaten others who have far more value then you ever will. The top of that list is Aerynn Donnelly, the first and longest reigning UWA world champion, without using the Deal Breaker or the Reaper's Scythe to do so.
The only way I could have done that, is if I had, at the very least, gave her a stinger. But I know for a fact, even if everyone else will deny it, I broke her neck. Something which everyone has been denying. Much like how you're denying the fact you have no chance against me, everyone is denying that i am very much capable of that. Though admittedly, that time, it was an accident. If I really, really wanted to hurt her...Well even more then I already did for being an annoying little twat who had EVERYTHING HANDED TO HER...I would have made sure that her career would have been over. I would have broker her arms, damaged her legs into no point of return, and then purposely broke her neck.
Point is about that Amy, if you happen to live to fight another day, it will only be, because I allowed it. And the only reason for that would be for my own personal amusement. But don't count on it. Because I'm going to squish you like the bug that you are, under my heel.
You may not realize it Amy, but do keep this in mind. Devils always win in the end. And I got a fully, hot body full of devil blood.
Lacey butted out her cigarette, and grabbed her title, draping it on her shoulder. She then looked at the camera, with Lacey repositioning herself so that the bloodied eye is a bit closer.
Lacey: Weeping blood, is often a sign of bad things to come, or in some cultures believe. Well this isn't going to be that for me. This blood that leaks from my eye, is a sign that I've got real bad intentions for you Amy, and there will be no escape from it!
