Post by laceyroberts on Oct 1, 2014 18:34:06 GMT -6
Lacey Roberts had gotten a bit ticked off over the fact she wasn't booked for the past two shows. It caused her to become extremely bored. But of course, she kept herself busy. Mostly taking her boredom frustrations out on a punching bag, or her usual rides.
Today however, she had gone into a tattoo parlour on the outskirts of Toronto. It was a day she booked for nothing else to happen, for the most part. After picking her niece, Liberty Roberts, up from school, she took them to the tattoo parlour. One of the artists in the back, a short, black haired, black tank top and shorts, inked up woman,walked towards them. Lacey smiled, seeing who it was.
Lacey: Karen. How you been?
Karen: Oh not bad.
Lacey: Still doing the apprenticeship here?
Karen: Yeah. But hey, it's a pay your dues thing.
Lacey: Of course.
Karen: Oh, and who's this?
Lacey: This is my niece, Liberty.
Liberty: Hey.
Karen: Oh yeah, I remember you told me that your brother had kids, while we were in high school. Just surprised that you brought her here.
Liberty: I insisted.
Lacey: Yeah. That you did kiddo. But we shouldn't delay this any longer. This arm ain't gonna ink itself up.
The three girls chuckled at that remark, as Karen lead Lacey and Liberty to the back of the shop, where a couple of other artists were talking. Lacey took off her jacket, and sat down in one of the chairs.
Karen: Okay, so I got this flame design, that you wanted to take up your forearm. Any specific colors, or just the flame design?
Lacey: Just the design for now. Might add onto it later.
Karen nodded, as she pulled up a couple stools. One for herself, and one for Liberty. Karen applied the template sheet onto Lacey's arm, and the ink stuck smoothly, giving the outline she needed. Karen got her tattoo gun ready, before looking at Lacey.
Karen: Nervous?
Lacey: A bit.
Liberty: Remember Aunt Lace...try to keep your arm still.
Lacey: Noted kid.
Liberty rolled hr eyes, as Karen began to tattoo Lacey. Lacey was more nervous then what she said, but as soon as the needle hit her skin, her worries vanished. The sensation of the tattoo being applied was nothing like she imagined.
Lacey: Wow. This...this barely hurts.
Karen: Really?
Lacey: Yeah, it's more like a burning itch.
Liberty: Yeah dad told me the same about that.
Lacey: He would say that though. Then again, he wasn't exactly scared when he first got one.
The three girls laughed at that. It would take about an hour and a half for the tattoo to be finished. When it was done, and properly cleaned,Lacey examined it.
Lacey: Wow. Looks good. How many have you done thus far?
Karen: You're the third Lace.
Lacey: I see.
Liberty: That does look good Aunt Lace.
Karen then wrapped the tattoo up to let it heal, followed by writing down instruction for Lacey on getting the tattoo healed properly. Lacey then paid for her tattoo.
Lacey: Thanks again Karen
.
Karen: My pleasure.
Lacey: Alright, now we got to get you home Lib.
Liberty: Okay. Just hope those two aren't going at it...again.
Lacey: No kidding. The rate your parents go at it, I'm surprised you only have the triplets as your siblings.
The two girls laughed at that, knowing that the statement was true. So thus, Lacey took Liberty back to her dad's, before Lacey went home.
Once she got home, she checked over her stuff she had to bring, along with having just some canned pasta for supper.
Lacey: Can't wait to show this off. But then again, I just can't wait to get back into the ring.
Lacey sighed. She was still quite frustrated with being absent for the last couple shows. A good part of her craved the competition she saw in UWA. She smirked, once she was done eating her supper.
Lacey: Well I guess I should give UWA a reminder that this bitch ain't letting any fool stop her.
Lacey began to chuckle to herself, as she went to her bedroom. She fired up her laptop, and opened her recording program. She cleared her throat, and began to talk as soon as the recording began.
Lacey: So UWA, did you miss me? Of course you did. You do need your doses of what is true greatness, but of course, the management either can't see the truth, or just plain forgets.
But as it is, I am back. And during my absence, I couldn't help but watch what was going on, to see exactly what could I do when I was actually booked. Well simply put, seeing as I am unfortunately still considered 'low to mid card' there isn't much I can do, except of course, give you all something to remember.
But what can that be? Well I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure that tiny bit of information out. In the meantime, my frustrations will be directed at yet another fucken photographer!
Yes, I am talking about Photographer Bob. Hmph. An urchin like him has no fucken business in wrestling. All he wanted to do was be a photographer, to capture the images of what's going on in UWA. Yet somehow, he got roped into wresting, and surprisingly, he's been lucky enough to score some wins.
Some would call it devil's luck. That's enough to get my attention. Because from what I've seen, he needed that level of luck in order to get this far. I don't know if you met him, but I know that he's laughing now. Laughing, that you have to face me now. The one person, who who can take that luck away.
Don't tell me that it was skill that has gotten you this fucken far, because quite frankly, it's an insult to think that. Now you have to face me Bob, and you don't have the right to act cocky, especially against me. A mere peon like you would barely even qualify for a warm up for me.
Nevertheless, I shall enjoy watching you squirm. Seeing the fear on your face, as you realize why, I am called, the Devil's little sister!
Lacey stopped her webcam there, satisfied with what she had said.
Today however, she had gone into a tattoo parlour on the outskirts of Toronto. It was a day she booked for nothing else to happen, for the most part. After picking her niece, Liberty Roberts, up from school, she took them to the tattoo parlour. One of the artists in the back, a short, black haired, black tank top and shorts, inked up woman,walked towards them. Lacey smiled, seeing who it was.
Lacey: Karen. How you been?
Karen: Oh not bad.
Lacey: Still doing the apprenticeship here?
Karen: Yeah. But hey, it's a pay your dues thing.
Lacey: Of course.
Karen: Oh, and who's this?
Lacey: This is my niece, Liberty.
Liberty: Hey.
Karen: Oh yeah, I remember you told me that your brother had kids, while we were in high school. Just surprised that you brought her here.
Liberty: I insisted.
Lacey: Yeah. That you did kiddo. But we shouldn't delay this any longer. This arm ain't gonna ink itself up.
The three girls chuckled at that remark, as Karen lead Lacey and Liberty to the back of the shop, where a couple of other artists were talking. Lacey took off her jacket, and sat down in one of the chairs.
Karen: Okay, so I got this flame design, that you wanted to take up your forearm. Any specific colors, or just the flame design?
Lacey: Just the design for now. Might add onto it later.
Karen nodded, as she pulled up a couple stools. One for herself, and one for Liberty. Karen applied the template sheet onto Lacey's arm, and the ink stuck smoothly, giving the outline she needed. Karen got her tattoo gun ready, before looking at Lacey.
Karen: Nervous?
Lacey: A bit.
Liberty: Remember Aunt Lace...try to keep your arm still.
Lacey: Noted kid.
Liberty rolled hr eyes, as Karen began to tattoo Lacey. Lacey was more nervous then what she said, but as soon as the needle hit her skin, her worries vanished. The sensation of the tattoo being applied was nothing like she imagined.
Lacey: Wow. This...this barely hurts.
Karen: Really?
Lacey: Yeah, it's more like a burning itch.
Liberty: Yeah dad told me the same about that.
Lacey: He would say that though. Then again, he wasn't exactly scared when he first got one.
The three girls laughed at that. It would take about an hour and a half for the tattoo to be finished. When it was done, and properly cleaned,Lacey examined it.
Lacey: Wow. Looks good. How many have you done thus far?
Karen: You're the third Lace.
Lacey: I see.
Liberty: That does look good Aunt Lace.
Karen then wrapped the tattoo up to let it heal, followed by writing down instruction for Lacey on getting the tattoo healed properly. Lacey then paid for her tattoo.
Lacey: Thanks again Karen
.
Karen: My pleasure.
Lacey: Alright, now we got to get you home Lib.
Liberty: Okay. Just hope those two aren't going at it...again.
Lacey: No kidding. The rate your parents go at it, I'm surprised you only have the triplets as your siblings.
The two girls laughed at that, knowing that the statement was true. So thus, Lacey took Liberty back to her dad's, before Lacey went home.
Once she got home, she checked over her stuff she had to bring, along with having just some canned pasta for supper.
Lacey: Can't wait to show this off. But then again, I just can't wait to get back into the ring.
Lacey sighed. She was still quite frustrated with being absent for the last couple shows. A good part of her craved the competition she saw in UWA. She smirked, once she was done eating her supper.
Lacey: Well I guess I should give UWA a reminder that this bitch ain't letting any fool stop her.
Lacey began to chuckle to herself, as she went to her bedroom. She fired up her laptop, and opened her recording program. She cleared her throat, and began to talk as soon as the recording began.
Lacey: So UWA, did you miss me? Of course you did. You do need your doses of what is true greatness, but of course, the management either can't see the truth, or just plain forgets.
But as it is, I am back. And during my absence, I couldn't help but watch what was going on, to see exactly what could I do when I was actually booked. Well simply put, seeing as I am unfortunately still considered 'low to mid card' there isn't much I can do, except of course, give you all something to remember.
But what can that be? Well I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure that tiny bit of information out. In the meantime, my frustrations will be directed at yet another fucken photographer!
Yes, I am talking about Photographer Bob. Hmph. An urchin like him has no fucken business in wrestling. All he wanted to do was be a photographer, to capture the images of what's going on in UWA. Yet somehow, he got roped into wresting, and surprisingly, he's been lucky enough to score some wins.
Some would call it devil's luck. That's enough to get my attention. Because from what I've seen, he needed that level of luck in order to get this far. I don't know if you met him, but I know that he's laughing now. Laughing, that you have to face me now. The one person, who who can take that luck away.
Don't tell me that it was skill that has gotten you this fucken far, because quite frankly, it's an insult to think that. Now you have to face me Bob, and you don't have the right to act cocky, especially against me. A mere peon like you would barely even qualify for a warm up for me.
Nevertheless, I shall enjoy watching you squirm. Seeing the fear on your face, as you realize why, I am called, the Devil's little sister!
Lacey stopped her webcam there, satisfied with what she had said.
