Post by laceyroberts on Dec 1, 2014 21:53:46 GMT -6
Lacey Roberts was currently sitting down on a couch, in a room with no light on to illuminate. She had her laptop open, and had her recording program open, as she had set up this particular room to be exactly how she wanted it to be as she recorded her shoot.
Lacey: I suppose that there are quite a few questions that need to be answered, all in due to my actions starting at Fearless. Well, I can provide some of them for you.
As we all know, starting at Fearless, I had my eyes on a couple things. Amy Zing, and her TV title. Yet you have all asked me, why didn't I just ask for a match right there? Why did I act the way I did. Ummm....hello you brain dead idiots. In case you fucks forgotten, there is a fucken reason why I am the Devil's little sister. I was just embracing it more.
The look of her face, as she tried to, and still does, show a bravado that's she's not afraid, but when in fact, I've gotten under her skin. With words alone, with presence alone, I have shaken Amy to her core.
Her new found attitude, her new found drive, is all thanks to that. Something, she should be thanking me. I think she already has. Was it by intending to kick my head off? HA! Zing, I'd really like to see you try. I really would. The angry face you have...it's just so damn cute Amy.
Lacey began to show a rather twisted grin. It even morphed into a twisted, joker-esque smile, with some of Lacey's teeth showing. He even began to chuckle briefly, as she was filled with anticipation towards the upcoming match
Lacey: So going back to Fearless when I did tell her about how I hated the fact she was okay with doing nothing, is because simply put, I just don't get it. I just don't. As much of a bitch I am, I believe in the value of hard work. And sure, I have little to no doubt that Amy did work hard to get that title, but how many times has she defended it? Not once, as far as I can recall. She wasn't showing why she deserved to be a champion.
The best way to do so for a champion, is for when they defend a title, to show they are either worthy of being champion, or if their worth has run out.
So while I will be explaining more towards Cataclysm, when the TV title is finally defended, you Amy, must remember who to thank for your recent success. And I fully expect that thanks come our tag team match, and our title match.
Lacey leaned back a bit from the laptop and sighed. She ran her fingers through her hair quickle, before chuckling again.
Lacey: Speaking of the title match, well you're right about one thing. I should have officially accepted when you said you would defend the title against me. The only thing is, who really challenged who first? Think about it. I told you I was coming after you and your title, and there was nothing you could do about it. You said 'alright let's do this'. But beyond that, I was also contemplating how we should have gone about this. How we should have this fight. Make no mistake, this will be a fight.
But I was doing alot of thinking about what kind of battlefield should our match be. A normal battlefield, or one where I could humiliate you, by physically exposing you? A cage, or hell? Or even a mountain? But after seeing your eagerness to try to prove to me that you're the better female, I had a feeling you would choose for me. And you've chosen a mountain that only the toughest, and bravest dare to fight. That mountain, being a TLC match. You chose that as our match, because I made you want to prove something to me.
Lacey's twisted grin was once again on full display, as he raised her right hand, to her forehead level, palm down. She then began to move her fingers about, like she was a puppet master.
Lacey: In the end Amy, everything that you've done in the ring, in UWA, since Fearless, has been exactly what I wanted you to do, and even act like. Wrap your mind around that. That my friend, is manipulation at it's finest. You say I'm manipulating Bob Brooks? I am more guiding him towards something. Something which I hope his feeble brain picks up and takes.
But you Amy, you are the one who's been manipulated the entire time. Just know this though...sometimes being manipulated, can be a very good thing. Especially if it's done right. Unlike those idiot Children. They can't do shit right.
Lacey rolled her eyes at that thought. In fact, she was truly insulted that they were still remotely relevant. After a minute tho, Lacey looked directly back at her laptop.
Lacey: Of course Amy, I can't forget about your tag team partner. Somebody who you Amy, say you have no problem with. Somebody who you say, you trust him to do his job. I have little doubt about Craven doing his job and wanting to win.
That being said, I direct this towards you Craven. You might work with and for the Silver Baron, who as we all know, is a good friend of mine. That being said, if you're worth anything anywhere, you will not hold a goddamn thing back. That's one of the most insulting things anyone could possibly do.
I want that determination that you're reknown for. You know,due to spending a good part of your life thus far pursuing a girl, which I'm gonna have to say, is a very, VERY, good lay. Of course you already knew that.
But yes, I expect nothing but your best. See a victory over anyone, just isn't satisfying if they aren't bringing their A game. You've certainly been doing that alot lately. And when we do finally face each other in the ring, it's going to be a fight. Just don't go whining to Skylar when you lose. If you do give me that fight i seek, you'll receive the same amount back. When that happens, well you might be to hurt for a round with Skylar, so I'll personally make sure she's nice and satisfied. Hell I might have Sin join us, just so she can actually experience what her name means, when I have the both of them under my tongue.
Lacey gives a quick air kiss, followed by letting her tongue out, and suggestively making a movement with it, while she had it between her right index and middle finger. When she was finished, she smirked.
Lacey: So yes, I expect a fight out of both of you. Craven, just because I've seen it, and no doubt, is enticed now to try to defend the 'honor' of two of his friends. As for Amy...Well girl, you're still behaving, reacting, and talking, just the way I want you to, because incase you haven't realized it yet, I am your puppet master. Once you see exactly what I'm capable of doing to a person, in just a regular match, we'll see if you can keep your title at Cataclysm, and maybe break free from this devil's strings.
Lacey chuckled once again, stopping the recording. It was then, that the light came on. Lacey had a look at who turned it on, and wasn't not surprised to see the Silver Baron at the door way.
Silver Baron: Lacey? What are you doing in my office?
Lacey: Oh, Nicole let me in.
Silver Baron: Well I certainly wasn't expecting you.
Lacey: No shit, you idiot.
The Silver Baron shot Lacey a look of surprise. He sighed, and entered, sitting down beside her on his silver suede couch.
Silver Baron: What the hell you calling me an idiot for?
Lacey: Oh it's simple. You haven't exactly been yourself lately. You haven't exactly been showing why you should be the number fucken one contender for whatever title you want, minus the TV title. That's mine!
Silver Baron: I'm still not following?
Lacey sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't believe what the Silver Baron couldn't see what was holding him back.
Lacey: You're denying a great part of who you are. Every single time I see you in that ring lately, I am hoping you could show that. But I'm sorely disappointed in you. Especially since I know you could have beaten Sentinal.
The last comment that Lacey said struck something within the Silver Baron. He was starting to understand what exactly she was talking about.
Silver Baron: I'm...sorry you feel that way. But I will not let Oblivion free. I just can't.
Lacey: You can, and will. Ever notice that with him talking to you, you fight harder? With him, you'd still be tag team champion likely. With him, Kyle Travis would be in a fucken hospital, with little to no chance of recovery. With Oblivion, Sentinal wouldn't have gotten a lucky move in.
The Silver Baron sighed, and just leaned back. He then chuckled for a second.
Silver Baron: Maybe so. But I have to at least try. I know you're Leon's sister, and you would much rather see shit burning to hell. But you have to realize, I do care about alot of people. My girls, my employees, and I have alot of respect for some of the wrestlers.
Lacey sighed. She knew how the Silver Baron felt about that subject, especially since finding out his mental instability was due to a bloodline. She decided to not press it, and nodded in agreement.
Lacey: Yeah. I'm probably not seeing what you see there. So as much as I think it's a bad idea to deny Oblivion, I'll respect your choice.
Silver Baron: Thank you Lacey. Drink?
Lacey: Yeah sure.
The Silver Baron got up, and poured them both some scotch. When he sat back down, he handed her one of the glasses, and they clinked the glasses, before drinking some of the contents.
Silver Baron: By the way Lacey. Are things...weird between us now?
Lacey: No, why would they...oh?
Silver Baron: Yeah, because of what we did that one time.
Lacey: Why would I feel weird? Sure we may not talk as much, but who cares? We both got goals to fulfil, and even though we work at the same company, it's unlikely we'll work together.
Silver Baron: True.
Lacey: But yeah, there's nothing wrong between us. In fact, I've been thinking...
Lacey downed the rest of her drink, shaking off some of the effects. She gave the Silver Baron a sly smile, and began to inch herself closer to him.
Lacey: I feel like another round.
Silver Baron: Ha! Can't say I'm surprised.
The Silver Baron looked Lacey up and down, as she slowly began to crawl over him. He smirked, and downed the rest of his drink, and smirked.
Silver Baron: What about Bob though?
Lacey: Oh him? Who says we were together? No if he wants me, he's going to have to do more then just oogle me. He's going to have to want me, as though I am the only thing that matters. Which...I really am.
The Silver Baron chuckled, and put down his glass. Lacey was now in his lap. He grabbed her ass, and brought her in a bit closer.
Silver Baron: Well, why the hell not? If the lady wants, the lady, shall not be denied.
They both smirked, as they began to kiss each other, starting make out on the couch.
~~A few hours later~~
The Silver Baron was dead asleep on the couch, as Lacey slipped her clothes back on. Once she was fully dressed, she packed away her laptop in her travel back. She then pulled out a couple things, which included a piece of leather, and a pocket knife. She moved closer, and sliced her thumb with it, drawing blood
Lacey *whisper*: You're a fool Vega. Since you won't release Oblivion, I'll unshackle him. Afterall, I didn't fuck you so hard that you're drained of energy for a while, for nothing.
Lacey then began to draw a pentagram on the Silver Baron's forehead, with her blood. She then drew a couple other symbols, as she mumbled something. She then got up, and unfolded the leather she took out, which turned out to be a repaired Oblivion mask. She looked at it, and smirked.
Lacey: Thank me later in person Oblivion. That is, if this worked.
Lacey put the face of Oblivion down on the bar top, hoping her plan had worked. She Grabbed her stuff, and left the office.
Lacey: If Oblivion comes back, things will become more and more interesting. Just they way I like things to be. Now though, my focus must be on Amy. Let's see how far she'll go to keep that title. Matter of fact, Let' see how far I can push her, before she breaks. For it's not just the TV title that I want from her. I want her as well. And I will take her all for myself.
Lacey began to chuckle to herself again, as she passed by some of the workers, getting odd looks from them. She even went past Craven, and shot him a smirk, before she left the Pleasure Dome, and rode off to where she was staying.
Lacey: I suppose that there are quite a few questions that need to be answered, all in due to my actions starting at Fearless. Well, I can provide some of them for you.
As we all know, starting at Fearless, I had my eyes on a couple things. Amy Zing, and her TV title. Yet you have all asked me, why didn't I just ask for a match right there? Why did I act the way I did. Ummm....hello you brain dead idiots. In case you fucks forgotten, there is a fucken reason why I am the Devil's little sister. I was just embracing it more.
The look of her face, as she tried to, and still does, show a bravado that's she's not afraid, but when in fact, I've gotten under her skin. With words alone, with presence alone, I have shaken Amy to her core.
Her new found attitude, her new found drive, is all thanks to that. Something, she should be thanking me. I think she already has. Was it by intending to kick my head off? HA! Zing, I'd really like to see you try. I really would. The angry face you have...it's just so damn cute Amy.
Lacey began to show a rather twisted grin. It even morphed into a twisted, joker-esque smile, with some of Lacey's teeth showing. He even began to chuckle briefly, as she was filled with anticipation towards the upcoming match
Lacey: So going back to Fearless when I did tell her about how I hated the fact she was okay with doing nothing, is because simply put, I just don't get it. I just don't. As much of a bitch I am, I believe in the value of hard work. And sure, I have little to no doubt that Amy did work hard to get that title, but how many times has she defended it? Not once, as far as I can recall. She wasn't showing why she deserved to be a champion.
The best way to do so for a champion, is for when they defend a title, to show they are either worthy of being champion, or if their worth has run out.
So while I will be explaining more towards Cataclysm, when the TV title is finally defended, you Amy, must remember who to thank for your recent success. And I fully expect that thanks come our tag team match, and our title match.
Lacey leaned back a bit from the laptop and sighed. She ran her fingers through her hair quickle, before chuckling again.
Lacey: Speaking of the title match, well you're right about one thing. I should have officially accepted when you said you would defend the title against me. The only thing is, who really challenged who first? Think about it. I told you I was coming after you and your title, and there was nothing you could do about it. You said 'alright let's do this'. But beyond that, I was also contemplating how we should have gone about this. How we should have this fight. Make no mistake, this will be a fight.
But I was doing alot of thinking about what kind of battlefield should our match be. A normal battlefield, or one where I could humiliate you, by physically exposing you? A cage, or hell? Or even a mountain? But after seeing your eagerness to try to prove to me that you're the better female, I had a feeling you would choose for me. And you've chosen a mountain that only the toughest, and bravest dare to fight. That mountain, being a TLC match. You chose that as our match, because I made you want to prove something to me.
Lacey's twisted grin was once again on full display, as he raised her right hand, to her forehead level, palm down. She then began to move her fingers about, like she was a puppet master.
Lacey: In the end Amy, everything that you've done in the ring, in UWA, since Fearless, has been exactly what I wanted you to do, and even act like. Wrap your mind around that. That my friend, is manipulation at it's finest. You say I'm manipulating Bob Brooks? I am more guiding him towards something. Something which I hope his feeble brain picks up and takes.
But you Amy, you are the one who's been manipulated the entire time. Just know this though...sometimes being manipulated, can be a very good thing. Especially if it's done right. Unlike those idiot Children. They can't do shit right.
Lacey rolled her eyes at that thought. In fact, she was truly insulted that they were still remotely relevant. After a minute tho, Lacey looked directly back at her laptop.
Lacey: Of course Amy, I can't forget about your tag team partner. Somebody who you Amy, say you have no problem with. Somebody who you say, you trust him to do his job. I have little doubt about Craven doing his job and wanting to win.
That being said, I direct this towards you Craven. You might work with and for the Silver Baron, who as we all know, is a good friend of mine. That being said, if you're worth anything anywhere, you will not hold a goddamn thing back. That's one of the most insulting things anyone could possibly do.
I want that determination that you're reknown for. You know,due to spending a good part of your life thus far pursuing a girl, which I'm gonna have to say, is a very, VERY, good lay. Of course you already knew that.
But yes, I expect nothing but your best. See a victory over anyone, just isn't satisfying if they aren't bringing their A game. You've certainly been doing that alot lately. And when we do finally face each other in the ring, it's going to be a fight. Just don't go whining to Skylar when you lose. If you do give me that fight i seek, you'll receive the same amount back. When that happens, well you might be to hurt for a round with Skylar, so I'll personally make sure she's nice and satisfied. Hell I might have Sin join us, just so she can actually experience what her name means, when I have the both of them under my tongue.
Lacey gives a quick air kiss, followed by letting her tongue out, and suggestively making a movement with it, while she had it between her right index and middle finger. When she was finished, she smirked.
Lacey: So yes, I expect a fight out of both of you. Craven, just because I've seen it, and no doubt, is enticed now to try to defend the 'honor' of two of his friends. As for Amy...Well girl, you're still behaving, reacting, and talking, just the way I want you to, because incase you haven't realized it yet, I am your puppet master. Once you see exactly what I'm capable of doing to a person, in just a regular match, we'll see if you can keep your title at Cataclysm, and maybe break free from this devil's strings.
Lacey chuckled once again, stopping the recording. It was then, that the light came on. Lacey had a look at who turned it on, and wasn't not surprised to see the Silver Baron at the door way.
Silver Baron: Lacey? What are you doing in my office?
Lacey: Oh, Nicole let me in.
Silver Baron: Well I certainly wasn't expecting you.
Lacey: No shit, you idiot.
The Silver Baron shot Lacey a look of surprise. He sighed, and entered, sitting down beside her on his silver suede couch.
Silver Baron: What the hell you calling me an idiot for?
Lacey: Oh it's simple. You haven't exactly been yourself lately. You haven't exactly been showing why you should be the number fucken one contender for whatever title you want, minus the TV title. That's mine!
Silver Baron: I'm still not following?
Lacey sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't believe what the Silver Baron couldn't see what was holding him back.
Lacey: You're denying a great part of who you are. Every single time I see you in that ring lately, I am hoping you could show that. But I'm sorely disappointed in you. Especially since I know you could have beaten Sentinal.
The last comment that Lacey said struck something within the Silver Baron. He was starting to understand what exactly she was talking about.
Silver Baron: I'm...sorry you feel that way. But I will not let Oblivion free. I just can't.
Lacey: You can, and will. Ever notice that with him talking to you, you fight harder? With him, you'd still be tag team champion likely. With him, Kyle Travis would be in a fucken hospital, with little to no chance of recovery. With Oblivion, Sentinal wouldn't have gotten a lucky move in.
The Silver Baron sighed, and just leaned back. He then chuckled for a second.
Silver Baron: Maybe so. But I have to at least try. I know you're Leon's sister, and you would much rather see shit burning to hell. But you have to realize, I do care about alot of people. My girls, my employees, and I have alot of respect for some of the wrestlers.
Lacey sighed. She knew how the Silver Baron felt about that subject, especially since finding out his mental instability was due to a bloodline. She decided to not press it, and nodded in agreement.
Lacey: Yeah. I'm probably not seeing what you see there. So as much as I think it's a bad idea to deny Oblivion, I'll respect your choice.
Silver Baron: Thank you Lacey. Drink?
Lacey: Yeah sure.
The Silver Baron got up, and poured them both some scotch. When he sat back down, he handed her one of the glasses, and they clinked the glasses, before drinking some of the contents.
Silver Baron: By the way Lacey. Are things...weird between us now?
Lacey: No, why would they...oh?
Silver Baron: Yeah, because of what we did that one time.
Lacey: Why would I feel weird? Sure we may not talk as much, but who cares? We both got goals to fulfil, and even though we work at the same company, it's unlikely we'll work together.
Silver Baron: True.
Lacey: But yeah, there's nothing wrong between us. In fact, I've been thinking...
Lacey downed the rest of her drink, shaking off some of the effects. She gave the Silver Baron a sly smile, and began to inch herself closer to him.
Lacey: I feel like another round.
Silver Baron: Ha! Can't say I'm surprised.
The Silver Baron looked Lacey up and down, as she slowly began to crawl over him. He smirked, and downed the rest of his drink, and smirked.
Silver Baron: What about Bob though?
Lacey: Oh him? Who says we were together? No if he wants me, he's going to have to do more then just oogle me. He's going to have to want me, as though I am the only thing that matters. Which...I really am.
The Silver Baron chuckled, and put down his glass. Lacey was now in his lap. He grabbed her ass, and brought her in a bit closer.
Silver Baron: Well, why the hell not? If the lady wants, the lady, shall not be denied.
They both smirked, as they began to kiss each other, starting make out on the couch.
~~A few hours later~~
The Silver Baron was dead asleep on the couch, as Lacey slipped her clothes back on. Once she was fully dressed, she packed away her laptop in her travel back. She then pulled out a couple things, which included a piece of leather, and a pocket knife. She moved closer, and sliced her thumb with it, drawing blood
Lacey *whisper*: You're a fool Vega. Since you won't release Oblivion, I'll unshackle him. Afterall, I didn't fuck you so hard that you're drained of energy for a while, for nothing.
Lacey then began to draw a pentagram on the Silver Baron's forehead, with her blood. She then drew a couple other symbols, as she mumbled something. She then got up, and unfolded the leather she took out, which turned out to be a repaired Oblivion mask. She looked at it, and smirked.
Lacey: Thank me later in person Oblivion. That is, if this worked.
Lacey put the face of Oblivion down on the bar top, hoping her plan had worked. She Grabbed her stuff, and left the office.
Lacey: If Oblivion comes back, things will become more and more interesting. Just they way I like things to be. Now though, my focus must be on Amy. Let's see how far she'll go to keep that title. Matter of fact, Let' see how far I can push her, before she breaks. For it's not just the TV title that I want from her. I want her as well. And I will take her all for myself.
Lacey began to chuckle to herself again, as she passed by some of the workers, getting odd looks from them. She even went past Craven, and shot him a smirk, before she left the Pleasure Dome, and rode off to where she was staying.
