Post by laceyroberts on Aug 14, 2014 14:06:13 GMT -6
After getting her first win on Mayhem, Lacey couldn't help but feel good about herself. Her mood reflected that as she celebrated with the biker gang she rolls with, as they embarked on a quick tour of the states.
Now though, Lacey was back home, in Toronto Ontario. She was currently working out a bit, sparring with her father, Randy.
Her kicks were fast, and her punches were powerful. The leather on the pads she was hitting was even starting to tear a slight bit.
Randy: Keep it up Lacey. Don't let your first win be your only.
Lacey: No need to worry about that dad.
She kicked one of the pads one last time, before Randy gave her the signal to stop. He inspected the pads, and was impressed by the power behind her strikes.
Randy: Wow. I haven't seen you this fired up since high school.
Lacey: Wasn't that far off dad. I'm only 23.
Randy: I know.
Lacey: Well thanks alot for making me feel fucken old!
They both went and sat down at a bench outside the ring. Lacey wiped the sweat off her face. She smirked, remembering how good it felt curb stomping her opponent into the mat.
Randy: I heard the next event is going to be a pay per view. Pretty good eh?
Lacey: Yeah, but I'm not in a feature match.
Randy: Well, that's not exactly surprising.
Lacey: The fuck is that supposed to mean old man?
Randy: I'm just saying, that you haven't been around much yet.
Lacey: Yeah, well I got a better fucken record then my last opponent does, and yet that twat's in a title match.
Randy: Oh, really?
Lacey: Yeah. Unlike her, I have yet to be pinned. Sure I lost my first match, but it was a tag, and I wasn't the one who took the fall. Needless to say, I'm a bit ticked off.
Randy: Oh well. You'll get your shot soon enough.
Lacey: I know dad.
Lacey opened up a bottle of water, and began to chug it down. She then got up, and stretched a bit.
Randy: You know though, I better keep seeing you win. Thus far, my main students have not let me down.
Lacey: What do you mean dad?
Randy: Oh it's simple. Right now, you're a representation of what I've taught you.
Lacey didn't like where this was going. She clenched her fist, trying to calm her bubbling anger. Randy only smirked at her, almost enjoying taunting his daughter. In truth though, he only wanted to keep her fired up.
Randy: You got a long hard road ahead of you. You have to prove that I made the right choice in becoming a professional wrestler. Otherwise, I might have to call in Leon.
Lacey: Really dad? You really want to do that? There is no fucken way I will let you.
Randy: Oh, and why is that?
Lacey: You and I both know how Leon is. How egotistical he is, and how he forces his presence to be a dominating force. If he's around I'll be a fucken afterthought, and I refuse to let that happen.
Randy: Good to know. But still, you know that both me and Leon have your back.
Lacey: Yeah thanks, but don't count on it.
Lacey sighed, getting up. She nearly punched the nearby wall as she headed to the locker room to get changed.
Lacey was frustrated that her own father had said that stuff. To her, it seemed like he has next to no faith in her ability to fight. But then she thought that he might just be a bit over protective.
Lacey: I'll show him that I don't need any help!
A couple hours later, Lacey was back in her apartment, with all her gear ready to go on her flight to Las Vegas.
Lacey: Funny. I was just there, and now we're having a show in Vegas. Maybe shouldn't have left, but the tour was a gang thing. Oh well. Just get to hang out with Vega again.
She smiled when she thought that. If there was anyone that always believed in her, or at the very least encouraged her, it was Vega. However, her thoughts began to drift to her upcoming match. In fact, she thought about the whole card.
Lacey: I seriously don't get it. Why does somebody who has a terrible record, get a title shot instead of me? Hmph. Well I guess I can share my thoughts before I leave.
Lacey fired up her laptop. As she waited for it to load. She grabbed herself a can of beer, and opened it. She took a swig of it, before she opened up her webcam recording program.
Lacey: I'm just going to keep this brief for now.
Well you all witnessed exactly what I said would happen. I said I would defeat Amy Zing, and I did so with relative ease. I outright said to her, that I would not become her second victory, and she would be shown exactly just how inferior she really is.
Yet for some reason, She's put into a championship match, to determine who will be the first UWA TV champion. So my question is this. How can somebody, who has had one victory, out of five or six matches, get a shot, over somebody who hasn't been defeated in singles action?
I'm not just talking about me though. I'm also talking about my friend, the Silver Baron. However as it is, he will be in a title match for the tag titles, so for that, I give props to that fact.
Lacey paused, just for a second, taking another swig of her beer. She then placed it down, and began to rub her temples.
Lacey: But regardless of anything else happening, I do have a match, so I am grateful for that. For those not quite yet aware, I am facing off against Katarina O'Hara. One of the recent photographers turned wrestlers apparently.
Well that being said, she ain't doing to bad. But unfortunately, when it comes to what matters most in the ring, she lacks it. I talked abut it against Zing. Passion for wrestling. And unfortunately for Katarina, she lacks it in vast comparison.
Kat honey, let me tell you something right now. Every person, who grew up around this sport, or who truly wants to succeed, they will all tell you the exact same thing. If you aren't in this for the long haul, willing to withstand all the pain, you don't belong. And although this might be from just a mere first impression, I don't think you do. It's not where your heart lies. But I ain't afraid to say I'm wrong if I actually am.
But why are you a wrestler in the first place if it's landscape photography you're more into? Maybe it's to prove something, based on a certain incident that you have shared with us a couple times before. How you were abused, raped, and left for dead. How it affected you psychologically. Became all jumpy, especially around men. Ultimately how it sabotaged any form of you being able to have a fucken normal life!
Cry me a fucken river! Not all of us are gonna give you pity over that. Sure, I get why it's traumatizing, but I could care less regardless. So save me how you're using that as your motivation. Unlike you, I do have something to prove. And it's not the fact I'm a woman. It's the fact that I don't like being overlooked.
Lacey gave a quick glare at the camera, before chuckling. She finished off the rest of her beer, and effortlessly crushed the can.
Lacey: See ya in Vegas. Wonder how that's going to work out for you?
Now though, Lacey was back home, in Toronto Ontario. She was currently working out a bit, sparring with her father, Randy.
Her kicks were fast, and her punches were powerful. The leather on the pads she was hitting was even starting to tear a slight bit.
Randy: Keep it up Lacey. Don't let your first win be your only.
Lacey: No need to worry about that dad.
She kicked one of the pads one last time, before Randy gave her the signal to stop. He inspected the pads, and was impressed by the power behind her strikes.
Randy: Wow. I haven't seen you this fired up since high school.
Lacey: Wasn't that far off dad. I'm only 23.
Randy: I know.
Lacey: Well thanks alot for making me feel fucken old!
They both went and sat down at a bench outside the ring. Lacey wiped the sweat off her face. She smirked, remembering how good it felt curb stomping her opponent into the mat.
Randy: I heard the next event is going to be a pay per view. Pretty good eh?
Lacey: Yeah, but I'm not in a feature match.
Randy: Well, that's not exactly surprising.
Lacey: The fuck is that supposed to mean old man?
Randy: I'm just saying, that you haven't been around much yet.
Lacey: Yeah, well I got a better fucken record then my last opponent does, and yet that twat's in a title match.
Randy: Oh, really?
Lacey: Yeah. Unlike her, I have yet to be pinned. Sure I lost my first match, but it was a tag, and I wasn't the one who took the fall. Needless to say, I'm a bit ticked off.
Randy: Oh well. You'll get your shot soon enough.
Lacey: I know dad.
Lacey opened up a bottle of water, and began to chug it down. She then got up, and stretched a bit.
Randy: You know though, I better keep seeing you win. Thus far, my main students have not let me down.
Lacey: What do you mean dad?
Randy: Oh it's simple. Right now, you're a representation of what I've taught you.
Lacey didn't like where this was going. She clenched her fist, trying to calm her bubbling anger. Randy only smirked at her, almost enjoying taunting his daughter. In truth though, he only wanted to keep her fired up.
Randy: You got a long hard road ahead of you. You have to prove that I made the right choice in becoming a professional wrestler. Otherwise, I might have to call in Leon.
Lacey: Really dad? You really want to do that? There is no fucken way I will let you.
Randy: Oh, and why is that?
Lacey: You and I both know how Leon is. How egotistical he is, and how he forces his presence to be a dominating force. If he's around I'll be a fucken afterthought, and I refuse to let that happen.
Randy: Good to know. But still, you know that both me and Leon have your back.
Lacey: Yeah thanks, but don't count on it.
Lacey sighed, getting up. She nearly punched the nearby wall as she headed to the locker room to get changed.
Lacey was frustrated that her own father had said that stuff. To her, it seemed like he has next to no faith in her ability to fight. But then she thought that he might just be a bit over protective.
Lacey: I'll show him that I don't need any help!
A couple hours later, Lacey was back in her apartment, with all her gear ready to go on her flight to Las Vegas.
Lacey: Funny. I was just there, and now we're having a show in Vegas. Maybe shouldn't have left, but the tour was a gang thing. Oh well. Just get to hang out with Vega again.
She smiled when she thought that. If there was anyone that always believed in her, or at the very least encouraged her, it was Vega. However, her thoughts began to drift to her upcoming match. In fact, she thought about the whole card.
Lacey: I seriously don't get it. Why does somebody who has a terrible record, get a title shot instead of me? Hmph. Well I guess I can share my thoughts before I leave.
Lacey fired up her laptop. As she waited for it to load. She grabbed herself a can of beer, and opened it. She took a swig of it, before she opened up her webcam recording program.
Lacey: I'm just going to keep this brief for now.
Well you all witnessed exactly what I said would happen. I said I would defeat Amy Zing, and I did so with relative ease. I outright said to her, that I would not become her second victory, and she would be shown exactly just how inferior she really is.
Yet for some reason, She's put into a championship match, to determine who will be the first UWA TV champion. So my question is this. How can somebody, who has had one victory, out of five or six matches, get a shot, over somebody who hasn't been defeated in singles action?
I'm not just talking about me though. I'm also talking about my friend, the Silver Baron. However as it is, he will be in a title match for the tag titles, so for that, I give props to that fact.
Lacey paused, just for a second, taking another swig of her beer. She then placed it down, and began to rub her temples.
Lacey: But regardless of anything else happening, I do have a match, so I am grateful for that. For those not quite yet aware, I am facing off against Katarina O'Hara. One of the recent photographers turned wrestlers apparently.
Well that being said, she ain't doing to bad. But unfortunately, when it comes to what matters most in the ring, she lacks it. I talked abut it against Zing. Passion for wrestling. And unfortunately for Katarina, she lacks it in vast comparison.
Kat honey, let me tell you something right now. Every person, who grew up around this sport, or who truly wants to succeed, they will all tell you the exact same thing. If you aren't in this for the long haul, willing to withstand all the pain, you don't belong. And although this might be from just a mere first impression, I don't think you do. It's not where your heart lies. But I ain't afraid to say I'm wrong if I actually am.
But why are you a wrestler in the first place if it's landscape photography you're more into? Maybe it's to prove something, based on a certain incident that you have shared with us a couple times before. How you were abused, raped, and left for dead. How it affected you psychologically. Became all jumpy, especially around men. Ultimately how it sabotaged any form of you being able to have a fucken normal life!
Cry me a fucken river! Not all of us are gonna give you pity over that. Sure, I get why it's traumatizing, but I could care less regardless. So save me how you're using that as your motivation. Unlike you, I do have something to prove. And it's not the fact I'm a woman. It's the fact that I don't like being overlooked.
Lacey gave a quick glare at the camera, before chuckling. She finished off the rest of her beer, and effortlessly crushed the can.
Lacey: See ya in Vegas. Wonder how that's going to work out for you?
