Post by laceyroberts on Aug 5, 2014 21:20:12 GMT -6
Lacey Roberts was currently taking a drive through the Vegas strip, on her Harely. She needed to get some air, especially after her wild night during the big biker party at the Pleasure Dome.
The biker gang she was part of had indeed partied there for the whole weekend. One of the few times that the dome couldn't remain open to the public. Needless to say, there was alot of mess to clean up.
After a few minutes, she reached her destination. She arrived at a Starbucks. Not often she actually went to one, but she was meeting up with her father, Randy Roberts there. In fact, she saw him outside, smoking a fat cigar, at one of the outside tables.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Lace. Good to see you made it here.
Lacey: Was there every any doubt?
Randy: Nope, but you were running a bit late.
Lacey: Bite me old man.
The two shared a brief chuckle at Lacey's rude remark. That's when a waitress came up to the table, and handed the two a couple large styrofoam cups of java, with cream toppings. One was with caramel drizzle, one was plain. Lacey took the one with the caramel drizzle.
Lacey: Thanks dad. By the way, when did you cut your hair?
Randy: Oh this? This morning. Hair was getting rather unruly, so decided it was best to just chop it off.
Lacey: It looks good.
Randy: Thank you.
The both began to drink their drinks. Randy sighed, as Lacey was really enjoying her drink. But she picked up on Randy's somewhat frustrated behaviour.
Lacey: What's going on dad?
Randy: Well, not much really. Well, unless you count the fact your match last week could have gone better.
Lacey: I know dad. You don't have to fucken remind me!
Randy: I kinda do. I mean, you are one of my students, and I would rather see any of them win.
Lacey: Losses happen. Besides, you know my original training was mixed martial arts. But yeah, so the outcome to the match wasn't the best. Shit happens dad. But I don't plan to let that stop me from picking up a win this upcoming show, or any other.
Randy: That's good.
Lacey: There's something else, isn't there?
Randy: Yeah. It seems like we're going to be sticking around Vegas for a bit. Vega asked us to be security for the weekend.
Lacey: Really? Why is that?
Randy: I don't know. You know how paranoid he can sometimes be about shit. Said his opponents might try to harm his employees just to fuck with him, or something.
Lacey: Ah. Well there is somebody on the roster who would do that. Personally, if that douche were to go after me for any reason, he's got no chance in hell of existing. Don't need that creep in my life. Have to deal with plenty as it is.
Randy: A danger for the biker lifestyle. Well I did warn you. But just how would you make sure you make good on that promise?
Lacey: By any means. If I can't get it done myself, then you and I both know who can, and happily will.
Randy: Yeah. That we do.
Randy butted out his cigar, and began to have some more of his drink. Lacey quickly finished hers, before running her fingers through her hair quickly.
Randy: I don't know if I tell you this enough Lacey but...I'm really proud of you.
Lacey: Daaaaad. I know you are. But why the sudden need to tell me?
Randy: Well, it's just every day, I worry. You're in a lifestyle that can be merciless, yet you don't let it bother you. You're my one and only little girl, and thus, even though you're an adult, I still worry.
Lacey: Thanks dad. But what about Liberty, or Courtney?
Randy: Those are my granddaughters. You are my one and only daughter.
Lacey: I know. Unless you got a kid with a random chick that I don't know about.
Randy: I don't know either. Wouldn't surprise me at all.
Lacey: Yeah. Anyways, I better get going. Gotta pack up and catch a flight and stuff.
Randy: Yeah. But seriously. We should do this more often. Nobody else, just us two.
Lacey: I agree. It was fun. Thanks for the coffee dad. I'll see you later.
Randy: Alright then. You take care of yourself. And don't let the boys near you.
Lacey chuckled for a second at her father's psuedo stern warning. She grabbed her helmet , and put it on, as she walked towards her Harely. She got on, and began to ride back to her hotel.
It would take her about half an hour to ride from the Starbucks, to the hotel. Once she was back in her room, she quickly packed up everything she needed to pack, except her laptop. She quickly fired it up, and began to do a bit of web surfing. She even checked her flight, for when it was going to depart.
Lacey: Still got plenty of time. I can't wait until Mayhem. This time, I refuse to be on the losing end.
Lacey smirked, as she thought about her opponent for a second. Although she had a smirk on her face, Lacey was sill a bit angry in the loss from the previous week. She didn't blame her tag team partner at the time though.
But with those thoughts running through her head, and her excitement of her upcoming match, Lacey decided to record what she thought about down. She opened up a webcam recording program, and began to record what was on her mind.
Lacey: You know, the result of my match was not what I wanted, yet at the same time, not exactly a surprise. But before anyone says that I shouldn't be blaming Skylar for the loss, well she was the one that got pinned. But I will take my part of the blame. I still need some better ring awareness.
We were up against far higher caliber opponents on the last Mayhem, and as much as I really hate to admit it, that's a good reason as to why we lost. But this week, there will be absolutely none of that bullshit. No partner to potentially screw things up, just a straight up fight.
Lacey sighed for just one second, before allowing her smirk to return. This time, she knew all eyes would be on her, and she had something to prove to everyone.
Lacey: So let's not waste anymore time. My opponent this week, is non other, then the supposed 'Hong Kong Sensation' Amy Zing. But let me ask you guys something. What the fuck has she done that could even remotely be considered sensational worthy?
She's done nothing. As a matter of fact, she's actually lost alot more then won since she's been here. In fact, she's only had only one singular victory. If she was supposed to back up the hype around her, she would not have any fucken losses. Instead she's on her back more then a five dollar whore. And no, Skylar is not a five dollar whore. Five hundred maybe, but not five dollar.
Is it arrogance that I feel as if I will be the one to take the victory this week? Perhaps. But I will say this. I will do whatever it takes, to not be her second victory. I will not bow down to a faker. Well, no that's not quite right. She might have had success in the past, but that's the thing. It's all in the fucken past.
She's held a championship for nearly a year in another place, which I'm sure is no easy thing to do. But that was at another time, another place. Neither now, or here. Now, I get because of that, people could potentially say that a victory over her could actually mean something, but the sad thing is that right now, it doesn't hold quite as much meaning.
Lacey began to chuckle. It was clear that she was oozing off a vast amount of confidence, that it could be mistaken for arrogance. She quickly ceased chuckling, and went back to voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: But inspite of those short comings Amy, I am well aware of the fact that like me, you're a lifelong fan. You have a passion for wrestling. Matter of fact, I would never question anyone's passion for it, if they do this for a living.
I will however say I am impressed that you have a belief that you won't let success consume what you are. It's almost admirable. However, you're only human, and ultimately, you want with every fibre of your being, the exact same thing I do. To show that we're not just another couple of pretty faces. To show that Aerynn Donelly ain't the only bitch around here that can dominate the boys.
Unlike you, I don't believe in reigning in that desire. For a human without the need to succeed, doesn't belong. You can reign it in all you want, but it will forever nag at the back of your head. A few losses here and there is acceptable, but eventually, you will give into your desire, and want to dominate everything.
That being said, there is one thing you happen to lack. It's a common thing that most people lack. But in the environment I grew up in, it was rather easy to develop something that gives me an edge over everything. That, is a killer instinct. This sense of knowing when, where, and how much pain I can cause.
As much as I would like to chat more about how I know I'll win, I won't. Even with my confidence in my ability to fight, the outcome is never going to be absolute. Which is why I love doing what we do. To feel truly alive. And Amy, while I'm opting to win, you best better make it worthwhile. Do your best to prove that a victory over you can actually mean something! Either way though, I will do whatever it takes to put you in your place. The place that everyone is going to see where they belong. Right under the foot, of the devil's little sister!
The biker gang she was part of had indeed partied there for the whole weekend. One of the few times that the dome couldn't remain open to the public. Needless to say, there was alot of mess to clean up.
After a few minutes, she reached her destination. She arrived at a Starbucks. Not often she actually went to one, but she was meeting up with her father, Randy Roberts there. In fact, she saw him outside, smoking a fat cigar, at one of the outside tables.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Lace. Good to see you made it here.
Lacey: Was there every any doubt?
Randy: Nope, but you were running a bit late.
Lacey: Bite me old man.
The two shared a brief chuckle at Lacey's rude remark. That's when a waitress came up to the table, and handed the two a couple large styrofoam cups of java, with cream toppings. One was with caramel drizzle, one was plain. Lacey took the one with the caramel drizzle.
Lacey: Thanks dad. By the way, when did you cut your hair?
Randy: Oh this? This morning. Hair was getting rather unruly, so decided it was best to just chop it off.
Lacey: It looks good.
Randy: Thank you.
The both began to drink their drinks. Randy sighed, as Lacey was really enjoying her drink. But she picked up on Randy's somewhat frustrated behaviour.
Lacey: What's going on dad?
Randy: Well, not much really. Well, unless you count the fact your match last week could have gone better.
Lacey: I know dad. You don't have to fucken remind me!
Randy: I kinda do. I mean, you are one of my students, and I would rather see any of them win.
Lacey: Losses happen. Besides, you know my original training was mixed martial arts. But yeah, so the outcome to the match wasn't the best. Shit happens dad. But I don't plan to let that stop me from picking up a win this upcoming show, or any other.
Randy: That's good.
Lacey: There's something else, isn't there?
Randy: Yeah. It seems like we're going to be sticking around Vegas for a bit. Vega asked us to be security for the weekend.
Lacey: Really? Why is that?
Randy: I don't know. You know how paranoid he can sometimes be about shit. Said his opponents might try to harm his employees just to fuck with him, or something.
Lacey: Ah. Well there is somebody on the roster who would do that. Personally, if that douche were to go after me for any reason, he's got no chance in hell of existing. Don't need that creep in my life. Have to deal with plenty as it is.
Randy: A danger for the biker lifestyle. Well I did warn you. But just how would you make sure you make good on that promise?
Lacey: By any means. If I can't get it done myself, then you and I both know who can, and happily will.
Randy: Yeah. That we do.
Randy butted out his cigar, and began to have some more of his drink. Lacey quickly finished hers, before running her fingers through her hair quickly.
Randy: I don't know if I tell you this enough Lacey but...I'm really proud of you.
Lacey: Daaaaad. I know you are. But why the sudden need to tell me?
Randy: Well, it's just every day, I worry. You're in a lifestyle that can be merciless, yet you don't let it bother you. You're my one and only little girl, and thus, even though you're an adult, I still worry.
Lacey: Thanks dad. But what about Liberty, or Courtney?
Randy: Those are my granddaughters. You are my one and only daughter.
Lacey: I know. Unless you got a kid with a random chick that I don't know about.
Randy: I don't know either. Wouldn't surprise me at all.
Lacey: Yeah. Anyways, I better get going. Gotta pack up and catch a flight and stuff.
Randy: Yeah. But seriously. We should do this more often. Nobody else, just us two.
Lacey: I agree. It was fun. Thanks for the coffee dad. I'll see you later.
Randy: Alright then. You take care of yourself. And don't let the boys near you.
Lacey chuckled for a second at her father's psuedo stern warning. She grabbed her helmet , and put it on, as she walked towards her Harely. She got on, and began to ride back to her hotel.
It would take her about half an hour to ride from the Starbucks, to the hotel. Once she was back in her room, she quickly packed up everything she needed to pack, except her laptop. She quickly fired it up, and began to do a bit of web surfing. She even checked her flight, for when it was going to depart.
Lacey: Still got plenty of time. I can't wait until Mayhem. This time, I refuse to be on the losing end.
Lacey smirked, as she thought about her opponent for a second. Although she had a smirk on her face, Lacey was sill a bit angry in the loss from the previous week. She didn't blame her tag team partner at the time though.
But with those thoughts running through her head, and her excitement of her upcoming match, Lacey decided to record what she thought about down. She opened up a webcam recording program, and began to record what was on her mind.
Lacey: You know, the result of my match was not what I wanted, yet at the same time, not exactly a surprise. But before anyone says that I shouldn't be blaming Skylar for the loss, well she was the one that got pinned. But I will take my part of the blame. I still need some better ring awareness.
We were up against far higher caliber opponents on the last Mayhem, and as much as I really hate to admit it, that's a good reason as to why we lost. But this week, there will be absolutely none of that bullshit. No partner to potentially screw things up, just a straight up fight.
Lacey sighed for just one second, before allowing her smirk to return. This time, she knew all eyes would be on her, and she had something to prove to everyone.
Lacey: So let's not waste anymore time. My opponent this week, is non other, then the supposed 'Hong Kong Sensation' Amy Zing. But let me ask you guys something. What the fuck has she done that could even remotely be considered sensational worthy?
She's done nothing. As a matter of fact, she's actually lost alot more then won since she's been here. In fact, she's only had only one singular victory. If she was supposed to back up the hype around her, she would not have any fucken losses. Instead she's on her back more then a five dollar whore. And no, Skylar is not a five dollar whore. Five hundred maybe, but not five dollar.
Is it arrogance that I feel as if I will be the one to take the victory this week? Perhaps. But I will say this. I will do whatever it takes, to not be her second victory. I will not bow down to a faker. Well, no that's not quite right. She might have had success in the past, but that's the thing. It's all in the fucken past.
She's held a championship for nearly a year in another place, which I'm sure is no easy thing to do. But that was at another time, another place. Neither now, or here. Now, I get because of that, people could potentially say that a victory over her could actually mean something, but the sad thing is that right now, it doesn't hold quite as much meaning.
Lacey began to chuckle. It was clear that she was oozing off a vast amount of confidence, that it could be mistaken for arrogance. She quickly ceased chuckling, and went back to voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: But inspite of those short comings Amy, I am well aware of the fact that like me, you're a lifelong fan. You have a passion for wrestling. Matter of fact, I would never question anyone's passion for it, if they do this for a living.
I will however say I am impressed that you have a belief that you won't let success consume what you are. It's almost admirable. However, you're only human, and ultimately, you want with every fibre of your being, the exact same thing I do. To show that we're not just another couple of pretty faces. To show that Aerynn Donelly ain't the only bitch around here that can dominate the boys.
Unlike you, I don't believe in reigning in that desire. For a human without the need to succeed, doesn't belong. You can reign it in all you want, but it will forever nag at the back of your head. A few losses here and there is acceptable, but eventually, you will give into your desire, and want to dominate everything.
That being said, there is one thing you happen to lack. It's a common thing that most people lack. But in the environment I grew up in, it was rather easy to develop something that gives me an edge over everything. That, is a killer instinct. This sense of knowing when, where, and how much pain I can cause.
As much as I would like to chat more about how I know I'll win, I won't. Even with my confidence in my ability to fight, the outcome is never going to be absolute. Which is why I love doing what we do. To feel truly alive. And Amy, while I'm opting to win, you best better make it worthwhile. Do your best to prove that a victory over you can actually mean something! Either way though, I will do whatever it takes to put you in your place. The place that everyone is going to see where they belong. Right under the foot, of the devil's little sister!
