Post by laceyroberts on Dec 16, 2014 20:57:49 GMT -6
The sounds of a punching bag being hit hard could be heard through a rustic gym in Toronto. It was during the time of day where not a whole lot of people would be around, so it was good for solitary training. Which is exactly what Lacey Roberts was trying to accomplish.
He kept punching the bag, harder and faster each time. It eventually got to the point where red liquid marks were starting to appear on the bag after each punch. When she noticed it, she looked at her knuckles, and smirked.
Lacey: Figures.
She saw that she had beaten her knuckles raw, and that they were bleeding. He clenched her fists, and resumed punching.
Lacey: Stupid, fucking Lacey. You're an IDIOT!
She punched the bag very hard after speaking her train of thoughts over what happened on Mayhem. The impact was so hard, it nearly caused the chain to break, but it managed to hold. She growled, and began to kick the bag. Her kicks were precise, and swift. It would have taken a well trained fighter with sharp instincts to dodge those kicks.
It wasclear that she was ready for a fight
Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder. H turned around, and almost knocked out who it was that tapped her. But she stopped just a couple inches short of impact, seeing that it was her father, Randy.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Hey. Damn, what's been going on to get you worked up so much?
Lacey: Oh this?
Lacey turned her hand around, to see the blood that had ran down her knuckles. She wasn't the least bit worried about it, but Randy however, was.
Randy: You should get that taped up.
Lacey: Suppose I should, but just one minute.
Lacey smiled for a second, as she grabbed her towel and wiped down the punching bag, as she made sure to wipe the blood off. However, now she was starting to feel the pain in her knuckles, and her hands seized up.
Randy: Just hit eh?
Lacey:...Yeah
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Lacey put her towel away, and picked up her bag, as Randy signalled for some medical assistance. One of the trainers came with a first aid kit, and Randy opened it up. He first applied some ointment to the cuts, before wrapping up his daughters hands in tape.
Randy: The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Lacey: Really? How's that dad?
Randy: Well I recall that when you first started training, about ten years ago, you had that same fighting spirit that you clearly had, even to the point of ripping your knuckles up. Not like you cared much back then, but you were quicker to notice the pain. Partly because that was your first time going that far. But as I recall, something was on your mind.
Lacey: Really?
Randy: Yeah. Part of it was concern over Leon's health after that one event, before he became what he is. Not to mention that you said you were just sick of people making fun over the fact that your old man was a wrestler.
Lacey: Tch. Well they're just human. Foolish dolts all of them are. Part of the reason why I'm not to big on dating.
Randy: I suppose. But what about that Bob guy from UWA?
Lacey: What about him?
Randy: Well...from what I can tell, with your recent actions, basically stringing him along, are you any better then some of the people who made fun of you?
Lacey then began to chuckle. That confused Randy a fair bit, as he knew he had no idea what any of his children's thought process were.
Lacey: Of course I'm better then those idiots. Those idiots, along with most of the world...they're all nothing more then indoctrinated fools of society who have been forced to believe in certain things. Like what we do isn't legit, or that the devil is bad. Oh no, those are the opposite realities.
Randy: Okay for that, got a point.
Lacey: But specifically for Bob...well I am pushing him to a breaking point. I want to see his reaction when his temptation level reaches maximum. Give up, or give in.
Randy: Ugh. Having to hear my daughter talk that way...it's madness.
Randy chuckled at his statement, as he was being a bit sarcastic as well. But Lacey knew that he wanted to keep protecting her, inspite of her many protests over the years.
Randy: I must say though, I am disappointed in you though.
Lacey: Oh what have I done now to invoke the ire of the great Randy Roberts?
Lacey gave Randy a look, but he glared at her, clenching his fist, fighting off temptation to smack her.
Randy: I got a fucken earful from Vega the other day. You did the one thing that doesn't involve death that really pissed him off beyond any doubt. Why did you have to ritually unshackle Oblivion? You've seen what has happened.
Lacey: Oh that. Well dad, it's simple, as to why I did that. Vega will never truly be able to tap into the full potential that he has, until his mind becomes one. Accepting that deep down, he loves brutality, like I know he does, and especially a good fight...then you will see something beyond most expectations.
Randy's look softened, as he uncurled his fist. He sighed, nodding in agreement.
Randy: I see that potential as well. But is that really the only reason you did it?
Lacey: Nope. I just want to see some more carnage happening, and from what I can tell, it's gonna happen.
Randy: What about your opponent, Amy Zing? What has she done to piss you off?
Lacey: Not a goddamn thing. And that's what pisses me off.
Randy: Seriously?
Lacey: Yes. See she is simply content where she is. Contentment never allows for improvement. If she wants to be content, fine, let her be content, but not while she's holding a title. No. I want to show that sickeningly sweet bitch, just what she's missing, especially after I drive my heel into her neck and drag her skull across the pavement.
Randy: There's no need to be that harsh Lacey!
Lacey:...You don't get it old man. Did you not listen to a damn thing i just said? Contentment is unacceptable. If you're not striving to beat the shit out of anyone in your path, be it friend, family, and foe, you have no right to be in this business. On top of that, you know I get a kick out of letting everyone know that no matter how hard they try, they all belong under my foot. So if you think I'm going to take it easy on that dumb bitch, you're sadly mistaken dad.
Randy then smirked. This sudden gesture from Randy actually surprised Lacey a little bit. Randy then picked up her wrapped hands, and squeezed them gentle, while looking her in the eyes.
Randy: Good to know, that your words haven't been just words. I can see that fire you have. I also have noticed you've lit up Amy Zing, so this fight between the two of you, it should be good, and I hope it is. Win or lose, take this experience and become stronger. Win, show them why you earned the title. Lose, don't stay down. Keep fighting.
Lacey looked at Randy in the eyes, and smirked. She should have known that Randy was subtly hyping her up for her match.
Lacey: Thanks dad.
Randy: No problem. I might not always like the way you act, but you're still my girl. Don't forget it.
Lacey: Like I could. You remind me almost every chance you have.
Randy and Lacey begin to laugh at that statement. After a minute, Lacey gets up, and gets her bag.
Lacey: But seriously dad. I'm going to enjoy beating the fuck out of Amy. Not because she annoys me, but because I can. I don't need any other reason.
Randy sighed, but flashed his daughter a half smile. She waved him off, and left the gym.
A couple hours later, Lacey was in her apartment. She had just finished a joint, and was feeling mildly high. As she butted the joint, she grabbed a sprite, turned on her laptop, and began her recording program.
Lacey: In everyone's life, there is many moments where you have that sense of accomplishment. A moment, where everything you've set out to do, has been successful. But there is only one moment, that truly defines that feeling.
With the last month or so, I am of course, ready to feel a moment like that. A moment, where I show somebody, who is so sickeningly sweet, so innocent, and yet quite driven, to show that not only is her efforts for naught, but everything has gone exactly the way I wanted them to. Well to be honest, what I wanted to happen over what I expected to happen, has been better then what I thought would be.
Lacey smirked, as she opened up her can of spite, taking a quick gulp of it.
Lacey: If you recall what I did say before, I mentioned that with just a few words Amy, I have made you act the way I wanted you to act. Angry, and driven. Now i'll admit, that I was hoping you would act more human, exactly like you have. But my hopes and expectations were different. I expected just that cheerful, sickeningly sweet attitude of yours. Just to see that you do have more then just cheerfulness as an emotion makes you normal.
Seeing you like this, how you have become more of a bitch, it's entertaining. Your constant threats of wanting to kick my head off are amusing. The only thing is, I know you won't do so in a literal sense. If you would, then I might be concerned. Instead, your rage has only served to give me the mental advantage. Something which, you failed to even begin to grasp.
See you could have still been frustrating me if you kept that attitude of yours up. But you didn't. You showed that you would love to do nothing more then to kick my head off...metaphorically speaking, of course. All because I made a couple insults, and wanted to take what you have. Because let's face it, the main reason why you want to kick my head off, is because you know that I will be taking that title away.
Your reaction was exactly what a hunter like myself wants to see. Because in a proverbial sense, you have shown me your blood. When an animal shows blood, its game over. And really, I didn't even use my best shots.
Lacey tisked, and waved her finger at the camera. Before she resumed talking, she took another gulp of her Sprite.
Lacey: So yes, going back to how you've been acting, I must admit that your new found attitude is amusing. The way your nostrils flare in defiance, the way your eyes are lit on fire, with that burning insanity to want to actually believe that you will kick my fucken head off! I said it before, and I will say it again, it's just so damn cute to see. Especially since in the end, you should be thanking me for you being relevant.
But because I injured your so called pride, is what's gotten you pissed off. It is because of that, you pretty much fell into my trap, head first Amy. To the point where it's almost not fun at all. Oh well. If that fight you're trying to show me is real, it might actually more then make up for the fact you're far to easy, and far to predictable.
But wait. Here's the part where you might remind me that on Mayhem, I lost. Yes, I did lose. And yes, you were the one who pinned me. That was then, when other factors were involved. Was it arrogance that lead to me taking the loss? Partially. See the rest of the blame, goes to Bob Brooks.
Lacey rolls her eyes for a second, before she smirks. She still found his efforts bor entertaining and endearing.
Lacey: Now here's the thing. Bob is like any other guy, who's pretty much worshipping me. There is a difference though. I can appreciate his persistence. Which is why I'm running him through all I can until he can take no more. Mostly out of my own personal amusement, but to also see if he's a coward, or a man. There are very few males I can actually be aroused by. That's mostly because they don't have backbones in today's world, thanks to bitches like you and me Amy. A real shame to.
But what is the point of this now? Well I think that if he really wanted me, he would have pushed Craven to the side, like most people do, and kicked you off of me. So yeah, I'm disappointed in him due to that. I am also sort of mad, that I did underestimate you Amy. Now knowing that, I know for a fact, I can take you on. With all that I've learned from our tag match, I know that I'm fired up, spoiling for a fight. I expect nothing less, otherwise, it's just no fun.
So I say this. While I am both ecstatic and pissed off that you're going insane over a few words, it will not change that come Cataclysm, we're both going to try to kill each other. We're going out there, to beat the shit out of each other, until one is able to climb the ladder and reach for the title.
Lacey began to impersonate somebody climbing a ladder, before she suddenly stopped, and chuckled a bit. She even leaned in closer to the laptop camera.
Lacey: Oh wait! This isn't a TLC match. This is a falls count anywhere match. I'm not sure if you noticed, but management decided it would be a falls count anywhere match. So yeah, in the end, the fight could go anywhere. Hell we might even wind up fighting into an old folks home, and it would still be legal. I bet the old guys would love seeing that. However, that's not the point. See in your insanity, you've become narrow minded. So narrow minded, that you didn't realize that not only did you not get the match you wanted, to didn't even pay attention to that fact.
It is at this point, that you must come to terms with the fact, you've already lost. Maybe not the match, but you've lost the war. You're already somewhat broken, and it's really sad. So sad, it's not even funny.
Lacey backed off for a second, and sighed. She quickly finished off her Sprite, and crushed the ca. She then looked at the webcam, and smirked.
Lacey: Eh fuck it, I'll laugh anyways.
Lacey began to chuckle. She would keep at it for a good minute, to the point where she had to briefly catch her breath before continuing.
Lacey: Either way you look at it Amy, I've won the mind game, and now, I'm just simply looking forward, to physically dominating you, not just for the pinfall or submission, but until I have you right underneath me, where you belong.
Oh yes, I want you Amy. In case you didn't know, or simply forgot, I go both ways. And when the devil's little sister wants something, she takes.
He kept punching the bag, harder and faster each time. It eventually got to the point where red liquid marks were starting to appear on the bag after each punch. When she noticed it, she looked at her knuckles, and smirked.
Lacey: Figures.
She saw that she had beaten her knuckles raw, and that they were bleeding. He clenched her fists, and resumed punching.
Lacey: Stupid, fucking Lacey. You're an IDIOT!
She punched the bag very hard after speaking her train of thoughts over what happened on Mayhem. The impact was so hard, it nearly caused the chain to break, but it managed to hold. She growled, and began to kick the bag. Her kicks were precise, and swift. It would have taken a well trained fighter with sharp instincts to dodge those kicks.
It wasclear that she was ready for a fight
Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder. H turned around, and almost knocked out who it was that tapped her. But she stopped just a couple inches short of impact, seeing that it was her father, Randy.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Hey. Damn, what's been going on to get you worked up so much?
Lacey: Oh this?
Lacey turned her hand around, to see the blood that had ran down her knuckles. She wasn't the least bit worried about it, but Randy however, was.
Randy: You should get that taped up.
Lacey: Suppose I should, but just one minute.
Lacey smiled for a second, as she grabbed her towel and wiped down the punching bag, as she made sure to wipe the blood off. However, now she was starting to feel the pain in her knuckles, and her hands seized up.
Randy: Just hit eh?
Lacey:...Yeah
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Lacey put her towel away, and picked up her bag, as Randy signalled for some medical assistance. One of the trainers came with a first aid kit, and Randy opened it up. He first applied some ointment to the cuts, before wrapping up his daughters hands in tape.
Randy: The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Lacey: Really? How's that dad?
Randy: Well I recall that when you first started training, about ten years ago, you had that same fighting spirit that you clearly had, even to the point of ripping your knuckles up. Not like you cared much back then, but you were quicker to notice the pain. Partly because that was your first time going that far. But as I recall, something was on your mind.
Lacey: Really?
Randy: Yeah. Part of it was concern over Leon's health after that one event, before he became what he is. Not to mention that you said you were just sick of people making fun over the fact that your old man was a wrestler.
Lacey: Tch. Well they're just human. Foolish dolts all of them are. Part of the reason why I'm not to big on dating.
Randy: I suppose. But what about that Bob guy from UWA?
Lacey: What about him?
Randy: Well...from what I can tell, with your recent actions, basically stringing him along, are you any better then some of the people who made fun of you?
Lacey then began to chuckle. That confused Randy a fair bit, as he knew he had no idea what any of his children's thought process were.
Lacey: Of course I'm better then those idiots. Those idiots, along with most of the world...they're all nothing more then indoctrinated fools of society who have been forced to believe in certain things. Like what we do isn't legit, or that the devil is bad. Oh no, those are the opposite realities.
Randy: Okay for that, got a point.
Lacey: But specifically for Bob...well I am pushing him to a breaking point. I want to see his reaction when his temptation level reaches maximum. Give up, or give in.
Randy: Ugh. Having to hear my daughter talk that way...it's madness.
Randy chuckled at his statement, as he was being a bit sarcastic as well. But Lacey knew that he wanted to keep protecting her, inspite of her many protests over the years.
Randy: I must say though, I am disappointed in you though.
Lacey: Oh what have I done now to invoke the ire of the great Randy Roberts?
Lacey gave Randy a look, but he glared at her, clenching his fist, fighting off temptation to smack her.
Randy: I got a fucken earful from Vega the other day. You did the one thing that doesn't involve death that really pissed him off beyond any doubt. Why did you have to ritually unshackle Oblivion? You've seen what has happened.
Lacey: Oh that. Well dad, it's simple, as to why I did that. Vega will never truly be able to tap into the full potential that he has, until his mind becomes one. Accepting that deep down, he loves brutality, like I know he does, and especially a good fight...then you will see something beyond most expectations.
Randy's look softened, as he uncurled his fist. He sighed, nodding in agreement.
Randy: I see that potential as well. But is that really the only reason you did it?
Lacey: Nope. I just want to see some more carnage happening, and from what I can tell, it's gonna happen.
Randy: What about your opponent, Amy Zing? What has she done to piss you off?
Lacey: Not a goddamn thing. And that's what pisses me off.
Randy: Seriously?
Lacey: Yes. See she is simply content where she is. Contentment never allows for improvement. If she wants to be content, fine, let her be content, but not while she's holding a title. No. I want to show that sickeningly sweet bitch, just what she's missing, especially after I drive my heel into her neck and drag her skull across the pavement.
Randy: There's no need to be that harsh Lacey!
Lacey:...You don't get it old man. Did you not listen to a damn thing i just said? Contentment is unacceptable. If you're not striving to beat the shit out of anyone in your path, be it friend, family, and foe, you have no right to be in this business. On top of that, you know I get a kick out of letting everyone know that no matter how hard they try, they all belong under my foot. So if you think I'm going to take it easy on that dumb bitch, you're sadly mistaken dad.
Randy then smirked. This sudden gesture from Randy actually surprised Lacey a little bit. Randy then picked up her wrapped hands, and squeezed them gentle, while looking her in the eyes.
Randy: Good to know, that your words haven't been just words. I can see that fire you have. I also have noticed you've lit up Amy Zing, so this fight between the two of you, it should be good, and I hope it is. Win or lose, take this experience and become stronger. Win, show them why you earned the title. Lose, don't stay down. Keep fighting.
Lacey looked at Randy in the eyes, and smirked. She should have known that Randy was subtly hyping her up for her match.
Lacey: Thanks dad.
Randy: No problem. I might not always like the way you act, but you're still my girl. Don't forget it.
Lacey: Like I could. You remind me almost every chance you have.
Randy and Lacey begin to laugh at that statement. After a minute, Lacey gets up, and gets her bag.
Lacey: But seriously dad. I'm going to enjoy beating the fuck out of Amy. Not because she annoys me, but because I can. I don't need any other reason.
Randy sighed, but flashed his daughter a half smile. She waved him off, and left the gym.
A couple hours later, Lacey was in her apartment. She had just finished a joint, and was feeling mildly high. As she butted the joint, she grabbed a sprite, turned on her laptop, and began her recording program.
Lacey: In everyone's life, there is many moments where you have that sense of accomplishment. A moment, where everything you've set out to do, has been successful. But there is only one moment, that truly defines that feeling.
With the last month or so, I am of course, ready to feel a moment like that. A moment, where I show somebody, who is so sickeningly sweet, so innocent, and yet quite driven, to show that not only is her efforts for naught, but everything has gone exactly the way I wanted them to. Well to be honest, what I wanted to happen over what I expected to happen, has been better then what I thought would be.
Lacey smirked, as she opened up her can of spite, taking a quick gulp of it.
Lacey: If you recall what I did say before, I mentioned that with just a few words Amy, I have made you act the way I wanted you to act. Angry, and driven. Now i'll admit, that I was hoping you would act more human, exactly like you have. But my hopes and expectations were different. I expected just that cheerful, sickeningly sweet attitude of yours. Just to see that you do have more then just cheerfulness as an emotion makes you normal.
Seeing you like this, how you have become more of a bitch, it's entertaining. Your constant threats of wanting to kick my head off are amusing. The only thing is, I know you won't do so in a literal sense. If you would, then I might be concerned. Instead, your rage has only served to give me the mental advantage. Something which, you failed to even begin to grasp.
See you could have still been frustrating me if you kept that attitude of yours up. But you didn't. You showed that you would love to do nothing more then to kick my head off...metaphorically speaking, of course. All because I made a couple insults, and wanted to take what you have. Because let's face it, the main reason why you want to kick my head off, is because you know that I will be taking that title away.
Your reaction was exactly what a hunter like myself wants to see. Because in a proverbial sense, you have shown me your blood. When an animal shows blood, its game over. And really, I didn't even use my best shots.
Lacey tisked, and waved her finger at the camera. Before she resumed talking, she took another gulp of her Sprite.
Lacey: So yes, going back to how you've been acting, I must admit that your new found attitude is amusing. The way your nostrils flare in defiance, the way your eyes are lit on fire, with that burning insanity to want to actually believe that you will kick my fucken head off! I said it before, and I will say it again, it's just so damn cute to see. Especially since in the end, you should be thanking me for you being relevant.
But because I injured your so called pride, is what's gotten you pissed off. It is because of that, you pretty much fell into my trap, head first Amy. To the point where it's almost not fun at all. Oh well. If that fight you're trying to show me is real, it might actually more then make up for the fact you're far to easy, and far to predictable.
But wait. Here's the part where you might remind me that on Mayhem, I lost. Yes, I did lose. And yes, you were the one who pinned me. That was then, when other factors were involved. Was it arrogance that lead to me taking the loss? Partially. See the rest of the blame, goes to Bob Brooks.
Lacey rolls her eyes for a second, before she smirks. She still found his efforts bor entertaining and endearing.
Lacey: Now here's the thing. Bob is like any other guy, who's pretty much worshipping me. There is a difference though. I can appreciate his persistence. Which is why I'm running him through all I can until he can take no more. Mostly out of my own personal amusement, but to also see if he's a coward, or a man. There are very few males I can actually be aroused by. That's mostly because they don't have backbones in today's world, thanks to bitches like you and me Amy. A real shame to.
But what is the point of this now? Well I think that if he really wanted me, he would have pushed Craven to the side, like most people do, and kicked you off of me. So yeah, I'm disappointed in him due to that. I am also sort of mad, that I did underestimate you Amy. Now knowing that, I know for a fact, I can take you on. With all that I've learned from our tag match, I know that I'm fired up, spoiling for a fight. I expect nothing less, otherwise, it's just no fun.
So I say this. While I am both ecstatic and pissed off that you're going insane over a few words, it will not change that come Cataclysm, we're both going to try to kill each other. We're going out there, to beat the shit out of each other, until one is able to climb the ladder and reach for the title.
Lacey began to impersonate somebody climbing a ladder, before she suddenly stopped, and chuckled a bit. She even leaned in closer to the laptop camera.
Lacey: Oh wait! This isn't a TLC match. This is a falls count anywhere match. I'm not sure if you noticed, but management decided it would be a falls count anywhere match. So yeah, in the end, the fight could go anywhere. Hell we might even wind up fighting into an old folks home, and it would still be legal. I bet the old guys would love seeing that. However, that's not the point. See in your insanity, you've become narrow minded. So narrow minded, that you didn't realize that not only did you not get the match you wanted, to didn't even pay attention to that fact.
It is at this point, that you must come to terms with the fact, you've already lost. Maybe not the match, but you've lost the war. You're already somewhat broken, and it's really sad. So sad, it's not even funny.
Lacey backed off for a second, and sighed. She quickly finished off her Sprite, and crushed the ca. She then looked at the webcam, and smirked.
Lacey: Eh fuck it, I'll laugh anyways.
Lacey began to chuckle. She would keep at it for a good minute, to the point where she had to briefly catch her breath before continuing.
Lacey: Either way you look at it Amy, I've won the mind game, and now, I'm just simply looking forward, to physically dominating you, not just for the pinfall or submission, but until I have you right underneath me, where you belong.
Oh yes, I want you Amy. In case you didn't know, or simply forgot, I go both ways. And when the devil's little sister wants something, she takes.
