Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Jul 9, 2014 21:22:07 GMT -6
>>> 29 June 2014 – Salt Lake City, UT <<<
They were all back in the locker room and Aerynn sat at the back of the room. Watching everything unfold between the women of Arsenal. She was sitting on one of the benches. The heels of her hands hooked on the edge of it. Her head bent down as she listened to all of them bickering amongst themselves. The moment that Jezsika mentioned that Brody had called her, Aerynn's head snapped up and her gaze leveled on the woman.
And if anyone was paying attention, they would've noticed the way Aerynn's jaw suddenly tightened and clenched. They would've seen the slight snarl on her face before she regained her composure and stood up when the door opened up to Carrie falling into Ashley's arms. Covered in blood and beaten half to death. She inhaled deeply as Carrie apologized and then let them know that Joshua had taken Melissa.
Dark gaze lifted up as Jezsika hurried out of the locker room and towards the one that Carrie and Melissa had been in. She brought up the back and looked over the room.
Aerynn: "Holy Mother o' Christ."
She muttered softly as she looked over the carnage that had unfolded within that room. When Ashley suggested that Jezskia slow down, Aerynn winced slightly as the sound of Jezsika's fist connected with the other woman's jaw.
Aerynn: "Well, tha' escalated quickly..."
When Ashley asked what was wrong with everyone lately, Aerynn turned and looked at her.
Aerynn: "Haven't ye been payin' attention, lass? We're at war."
And with that, she headed out of the locker room and down to her own to get changed.
>>> Two Hours Later <<<
Aerynn was walking out of the arena and her phone rang. She pulled it out of the pocket of her hoodie and smiled as she seen Logan's name on the screen. Swiping her thumb across the screen, she answered.
Aerynn: “Aye.”
Logan's voice was one that needed to be heard and comforting for the World Champ.
Logan: “Hey, Princess. Seen the match. Congrats, Love. Sorry about Bene Elohim, though. I had suspicions about them. Nothing concrete though.”
She laughed sardonically and shrugged. More to herself than to him.
Aerynn: “Thanks, Logan. Tha' means a lot. An' aye.. I had me own suspicions 'bout them. But, as ye said, nothin' concrete. Tha's somethin' tha' had tae play out on it's own. An' it did.”
There was a slight pause. Long enough to have Logan cutting in on her thoughts.
Logan: “You ok, babe? You seem distracted.”
Aerynn frowned at the question but sighed lightly.
Aerynn: “Brody called Jezsika t'night 'fore tha show.”
Logan: “And you're pissed because of everything you've done and he couldn't bother to call you?”
God, this man knew her only too well. She snarked out another laugh and raised her gaze up to look at the night sky.
Aerynn: “Pretty much, aye.”
Aerynn's jaw tightened again as she recalled hearing Jezsika mention the phone call. And once more, it made her blood boil. She cracked her neck and stood up from the lean she had taken against her bike.
Aerynn: “I'll be home soon 'nough. I'm drivin' through tha night.”
Logan: “That's a seven hour drive, Aerynn. Why don't you just stay the night there and drive out tomorrow, babe?”
Aerynn shook her head.
Aerynn: “Nae, I need tha drive. If I get tired, I'll stop at a hotel 'r somethin'.”
Logan sighed heavily.
Logan: “Alright, babe. But you call me whenever you stop.”
Aerynn laughed lightly and agreed before hanging up the phone and climbing onto her bike to leave. Arrangements for her belongings at her hotel had already been taken care of so there was no worries about that.
>>> 4 July 2014 – Los Angeles, CA – LAX <<<
Aerynn stood in line as she waited to present her ticket to the woman at the ticket counter. She stood there in a pair of form fitting blue jeans, with a black studded belt wrapped around her hips. A black sequins shirt that was opened to expose the upper portion of her chest and a pair of black leather heeled boots.
She stood there tapping the plane ticket against her thigh as she waited in line. Checking her watch to make sure she had enough time to get to the gate and get checked into the First Class section.
As she was standing there, a voice spoke up from behind her.
: “Good, I made it.”Aerynn turned around to see Logan standing there. He was dressed casually in a pair of baggy blue jeans and a UFC t-shirt. All brought together with that damned boyish grin of his.
Aerynn: “Logan! Whot are ye doin' here?”
Logan smiled at her and walked over to wrap his arms around her. Pulling back to look at her.
Logan: “You didn't honestly think I'd let you go all the way to Ireland alone and without me, did you?”
Aerynn stood there, in shock, as she slid her arms around his waist. At a loss for words, for once. But a smile formed none the less. Then concern.
Aerynn: “But, whot 'bout yer fight Saturday? Logan, tis a title match fer ye.”
Logan shrugged, but that grin didn't fade.
Logan: “I'll have other bouts. Besides, my girl is more important than any title match.”
And with that, they proceeded to get checked in and headed off through the check-points and all that lovely stuff that someone traveling on an international flight had to do.
>>> 5 July 2014 – Somewhere Over The Atlantic Ocean <<<
The First Class section of the plane was quiet. Logan and Aerynn were the only two passengers in that section. Logan was sleeping to the left of Aerynn and she looked over to him as she watched the video of Kyle Travis.
She laughed darkly and pulled up a program on her laptop and pressed “Record”.
“Ye know, Kyle.. Yer tha' guy in tha bar who gets drunk an' starts screamin' tha' no one's listenin' tae him an' demands tae be heard. So, e'eryone else shuts up and says, 'Ok. Whotcha got?'”
She leaned back against the seat and laughed lightly.
“An' then we all stand there fer twenty minutes o' awkward silence 'cause ye dinna remember whot ye were e'en screamin' 'bout tae begin wit', much less have anythin' tae actually say.
I mean, look at ye, Kyle.
Ye've spent yer entire run here complainin' 'bout some other place tha' isn't e'en open anymore. Ye've basically been livin' off a laundry list o' laurels ninety percent o' us weren't there tae see. An' have nae way o' verifyin'.
Ye think tha' yer just tha' much better than e'eryone else, includin' me, tha' ye dinna have tae adapt. At all.
But, tha' bit ye in tha ass at yer previous company, dinna it?”
She leaned forward and smiled.
“An' it cost ye an undercard title match here.”
She sat back once more. Shimmying her shoulder slightly to get comfortable again. She looked out the window of the plane.
“An' yet, ye think yer so much better than e'eryone.”
She looks back to the camera.
“Here I am, Kyle... Standin' up fer m'self. Whot I believe in... An' U.W.A. as a whole..
An' all ye can say is 'I dinna believe in ye.'..'I'm better than ye 'cause...'...'I've been World Champion Ex-amount o' times now why isna e'eryone kissin' me arse like I think they should?'
An' ye wanna know why?
Evolution, Kyle..
An' yer lack o' it.
Yer nae more fit tae take a drink o' me Irish whiskey than ye are tae shine me boots.”
She reached over and picked up a glass of said whiskey and downed the shot. She hissed in a soft breath and smiled serenely.
“An' yer right 'bout somethin', Kyle.. We DO need a monster tae fight 'nother monster..
Just nae Cookie Monster.
I mean, sayin' yer a monster is like sayin' Barney was a real dinosaur.”
She lifted a hand up. Palm facing up and she kinda bounced it a bit.
“Barney tha Dinosaur.. Big. Purple. An' full o' stuffin' an' air.”
She lifted the other hand up, sans the shot glass, and did the same with it.
“Kyle Travis.. Big. Blue in tha face. An' full o' stuffin' an' hot air.”
She dropped her hands back down to her lap and laced them together.
“Do ye nae see tha problem wit' yer claims o' bein' a monster?
I do.
I see ye, Kyle.
Yer pomp an' circumstance doesna fool anyone but yerself. Fer all o' yer replicated title belts an' all o' yer trophies, whot have ye truly shown anyone here in U.W.A.?
Oh aye, ye were tha North American Champion. I'll give ye tha'. But where's tha' got ye?
Ye dinna really lose tha North American Championship?
Whot's tha' sayin' 'bout 'almost'?
'Almost only counts in horseshoes an' hand-grenades.'
Ye still lost, Kyle.
An' while I agree tha' we won a battle...
Tha war is far from o'er.”
She took a breath and let out a soft sigh.
“See, ye sit there an' talk 'bout how ye dinna want tha title fer anythin' more than yerself an' some twisted sense o' immortality an' prestige.
Ye want glory an' tha respect tha' comes wit' bein' World Champion.
How can ye honestly believe ye'll be respected any more wit' tha' belt 'round yer waist than ye are now? Ye sit there an' insult each an' e'eryone o' us in tha' locker room...An' ye think tha' bein champion will...whot? Endear us tae ye?
Remember one thing, Kyle...
Respect is earned.”
She lays her head back against the seat and falls quiet for a few moments. Once again, she gaze out the window of the air plane as it's flying across the ocean.
“There is so much ye've gotten wrong, Kyle. So much ye dinna know. An' e'en more ye dinna understand.”
She shook her head slightly, lowered her gaze down a moment and then looked back to the camera.
“Jezsika's actions 'gainst Brody? She's livin' wit' tha'. She's havin' tae face tha on her own. An' honestly, I'm rather proud o' how far she's come. She's seen tha error o' her ways. An' ye know whot she's done?
Evolved.
Bethany Kenyon is a force tae be reckoned wit'. Dinna think I dinna know tha' first hand. If anyone's grown by leaps an' bounds in this company? Tis Bethany Kenyon. Tha' woman has more fight in her than ye'll e'er hope tae have. And ye know whot she's done?
Evolved.
Ashley Kenyon has come a long way in her own way. She's had her own personal demons tae face. An' she's faced them. She's accepted tha' she had a problem an' she did whot anyone else would do... She got help. An' ye know what she's done?
Evolved.
We've all evolved, Kyle. Arsenal, myself.. Freeman an' Baron. Even Vince Jones has evolved.
We've evolved an' ye've done.. whot, exactly?
As fer Joshua giving us tha' win at Searing Agony.. Yer wrong. Did ye no' see tha look on his face when Bethany pinned his lil Priestess? Did ye nae see tha absolute rage on tha' man's face? If ye dinna, yer as blind as tha old man sittin' on tha street corner beggin' fer alms.
Joshua dinna expect us tae win. He dinna hand us tha' victory.
An' while ye think he's playin' chess while tha rest o' us is playin' checkers.. Well, I got news fer ye, Kyle...
Tha Queen as entered tha game.
Only this Queen.. Willna protect tha self-proclaimed King.”
At that, Aerynn Donnelly, U.W.A.'s World Wrestling Champion, smiled serenely to herself..
And the screen goes black.
