Post by laceyroberts on Dec 18, 2014 23:47:28 GMT -6
Lacey Roberts was currently sitting on a nice sofa, wearing a rather elegant low cut red dress that went past her knees, and a pair of lacy red elbow length gloves. She was laying up against one of the arm rests, with one leg bent upwards. A few slashes were seen, and Lacey had no doubt that the man taking the photos right now, had shit eating grin on his face.
She knew this for a fact, because it was Bob Brooks who was currently snapping the photos, and rather eagerly.
Bob: I just have to say this Lacey. I have never seen something so scorchingly divine.
Lacey: Oh why thank you Bob.
Bob: Now, why don't you give me some more poses. Something that shows off another part of you.
Lacey: Trying to get a good view?
Bob: Guilty.
Lacey: Heh. At least you're honest.
Lacey, very slowly, got up from the couch. Bob took rapid photos of that, as Lacey moved in such a way that he had to get it on film. He then motioned a couple people working at the photo studio that was being rented, to move the couch. Two guys did, and Lacey shot them a playful look, which received a couple smiles from them.
Bob: Damn. That's the kind of smile that could turn a gay man straight.
Lacey: Ain't that the truth.
While a couple of props were being moved around, Lacey began to think more about what her upcoming match with Amy Zing, was going to be like. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, but that was the part she was looking forward to. Her thoughts were interrupted though, when a chair was set ifront of her. She smirked, and turned it around, so that the back was facing the camera.
Bob: Oooh, got something in mind?
Lacey: Damn straight.
Lacey sat on the chair,with her knees on the seat, so she could have better height as she leaned over the back part of the chair, bending forward enough so that Bob would be able to get a good shot of her cleavage.
Bob: How the fuck did I get so lucky?
Lacey: You earned this one Bob.
Bob: Really? Even after that tag team match?
Lacey: Well, I guess that could have some consequence. But yeah, you earned this.
Bob: Awww yeah!
Bob continued to take some pictures, as Lacey kissed her fingers, and blew the kiss towards Bob. He groaned when that happened.
Lacey: Something wrong?
Bob: Nothing's wrong. Just getting a bit tight over here.
Lacey couldn't help but chuckle at that response. She then shot a really flirtatious smile, as she slowly began to remove her gloves. Once her left one was off, she bit the tip of one of her fingers, and slid the right glove off with her teeth.
Bob: You're so damn hot Lacey.
Lacey continued to smile. He directed her to get up off the chair. The prop guys came in, and took the chair back.
Bob: Okay Lacey. Any other props you want to use now?
Lacey: Not yet. In fact, I have something in mind you'll definitely like.
With that,Lacey gave a really devious smile, as she turned around, Bob was still taking rapid fire photos, not wanting to waste this opportunity. But what Lacey did next surprised him. She grabbed the zipper on the back of her dress, and slid the zipper down.
Bob: JACKPOT!
Once the zipper was undone, Lacey began to slide her dress down, eventually letting it pool at her feet. She was now only in a black thong, with her back facing the camera. She then used her arms to cover her breasts.
Bob: I have officially died and gone to heaven.
Lacey: That's to bad. I'm not available up there.
Bob: Then fuck it, I'm taking the high dive to hell!
Lacey chuckled at that, while bob continued to take pictures. She moved one han and signalled for the prop movers to bring the couch back in. He would sit on it again, this time knees on the see, legs and back pointing towards Bob. She even gave her booty a bit of a shake.
Bob: I don't care, I'm saying it. I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Lacey: Perhaps you are.
Bob: Yeah. Now can you turn around please Lacey. We're gonna get the best shots.
Lacey: Hmmm....
Lacey pondered that for a second. This made Bob a bit nervous. But Lacey did turn around, and sat properly on the couch, with her arms still covering her breasts.
Lacey: Go ahead.
Bob smiled really perversely now, and took a few more shots. He then snuck in a few looks for himself, while still taking the shots.
Bob: Now for my favorite part. Full breast exposure.
Lacey: Actually...Not today Bob.
Bob: WHAT?!
Lacey: You could have had this but...Well...You cost us the tag match.
Bob: Are you freakin' kidding me?
Lacey: Nope. Just be thankful I wanted to go this far, or even asking you to do this photo shoot in the first place.
Bob: FUCK!
Lacey: Sorry Bob. Actually, no I'm not.
Bob sighed, as he stepped away from the tripod. He looked down, and ran his fingers through his hair. He was extremely turned on right now due to Lacey's photo shoot, and he didn't know if he could contain himself.
Bob: What must be done?
Lacey: Excuse me?
Bob: What must be done, in order to get a full view?
Lacey chuckled, as she signalled for one of the prop movers to get her kutte, which was hanging up just off set. Once she had it, she turned around, put it on, and zipped it up. She then motioned for Bob to join her on the couch.
Lacey: So far, you've done good. But not once have I told you what needs to be done. That is for you to figure out. I'm certain you will.
Bob: You're damn right I will. Make sure you win the TV title sound good?
Lacey: No. Not that. I want to face Amy all by myself. That way, when I do beat her, there ain't a fucken thing she can say or do about it. But make sure you do manage to take some good pictures, and I'm sure I'll bet setting us up for some...provocative imagery.
Bob: Sounds hot.
Lacey: It will be.
Bob: I hope so. You deserve that title. I don't care if anyone disagrees, especially her.
Lacey: That's what I like to hear Bob. You can be certain, that when we do fight at Cataclysm, I will slay the phoenix.
Bob: Nice. But why phoenix? Nickname of her's or something?
Lacey: Yeah. By the way, do you have a camcorder on you?
Bob: Yeah. I'd have to retrieve it though.
Lacey: Then go get it. I got a few last words I want her to hear.
Bob sighed, and nodded, getting up from the couch. Lacey would as well, as she went into the change room she kept her stuff in. She pulled out her jeans, and a couple cans of beer. She would then take her kutte off, before grabbing a T-shirt. She put her jeans and kutte back on. She the grabbed the beers, and went out to where the couch was. Bob had also returned, with his camcorder. He then began to set it up, when Lacey walked over to him.
Lacey: Here's something for you.
Lacey cracked open both cans of beer, and gave one to Bob. He smirked, and they clinked the cans. Lacey then began to walk back over to the couch, while drinking some of her beer. She sat back down.
Bob: We are ready to record now. Still looking hot Lacey.
Lacey smirked, taking another swig of her beer. She then looked at the camera and Bob, ready to voice her thoughts on her upcoming falls count anywhere match.
Lacey: Well UWA, seems that our resident sugar queen has claws afterall. Well, no more like fangs, because if it were claws, I'd been physically feeling her words she spat out at me, in order to piss me off. Well news flash Amy, you never needed to actually bare your fangs. No what you should have done, was continue to act as the nice girl you showed the world you were. I mean, that is if you really wanted to piss me off.
As I have repeatedly said, over and over the last few weeks, your current behaviour, is exactly what I wanted you to act like. I wanted you to feel this fired up. This angry. This rage. All I have to keep doing, is just talk about how you amuse me, and what not.
See this anger towards me, it's proved I've already won half the battle. I've wormed my way into your very thoughts Amy. Haunting your dreams, making them nightmares. Even with your victory over me in that tag match, you aren't approaching this without that rage. You aren't thinking clearly, and that is going to be your downfall.
See you can talk about how much you're going to kick my head off, or almost did. Unless you actually do so, I'm not going to go away. No, I'm going to keep haunting you, until I get what I want. You know exactly what I want Amy, and I'm going to take it away from you.
Lacey chuckled for a minute. Bob even joined in quickly. Lacey took another swig of her beer, and looked down at the ground, with a more somber look on her face.
Lacey: But you know, maybe you are right about me a bit. I do feel a bit jealous, that you're in such a position. I do feel jealous, that somebody, who never once really cared about her profile, at least says so, is actually succeeding. It's like you got some golden horseshoe shoved up your ass or something!
You won a championship, when clearly, more capable, more skilled, and more deserving people were in that match. So you know the feeling of being overlooked. I will applaud the fact that you succeeded, yet you have essentially coasted between then and now.
That's what irritates me about you Amy. You're just somebody who coasts. Maybe I was brought up to not do that shit, or maybe it's the influence of the fires of hell that have helped drive me, I just don't get why you were content. Did you figure this was going to be the extent of your capabilities, or do you actually believe that you will get to the top just by coasting?
News flash Amy. It don't fucken work that way. No. You have to keep improving. Keep fighting, and keep clawing away until you are recognized as the absolute, unstoppable best! And you know what, this is your chance to embrace that, and prove me, along with a shit ton of people, wrong.
Lacey was now glaring right at the camera, with an expression on her face that promised death to those who looked at her wrong. Bob even contemplated moving back a bit. Lacey took another swig of her beer, but it was a more noticeably angry, shaky swig.
Lacey: Maybe you looked at things like how Aerynn Donnelly used to do things. She was a kind of nice girl, and was the champ. I won't say I know she definitely was the whole time, as I'm only going by what I saw. But even then, she went out and proved why she was the champion, night after night. You...you're making your title look like nothing more then a worthless fashion accessory.
When was the last time you actually blew the minds of the people in the audience? When was the last time anyone gave a fucken rats ass about you? Maybe a couple years ago, when you had that fire, without somebody having to stoke the flames.
Oh yes Amy. I know all about your time in Action Packed Wrestling. You were a girl on fire then, as you were the longest reigning APW North American champion, though due to the company closing before giving a final show, it's debatable whether or not that should hold true. Where's that girl? Where's that Amy Zing?
I'll tell you what happened to that girl. That Amy Zing died when APW died, because you figured you would never reach any higher success, and you were fine with it. That Amy, is just plain unacceptable in my mind. So while I waltzed into your locker room that day and said I was going to take your title, it was more then just a challenge. I was a wake up call for you, that you can do better. But since you didn't feel like it until I pissed you off, you do not represent the phoenix whatsoever! Because if you did, you'd instead be higher on the card, climbing to the top, no matter what it takes!
Lacey began to take in deep breaths in order to calm herself down. She moved some of her hair to the side, as it had gotten in her face. She would then drink the remaining contents of the beer, before tossing it aside. She then composed herself, and smirked once again.
Lacey: But since you won't, I will break you completely Amy. I've broken your nice girl attitude without much effort, and guess what, your fire, your spirit, is next.
For what's going to happen whenever I do take the TV title, regardless if it's at Cataclysm or not, I'm going to show you how rough my world is. If I lose at Cataclysm for some strange and very odd reason, I refuse to be done with you, as I'll keep on hunting you until you've been driven crazy. And don't think I'm above using any fucken means to keep your attention on me. Because no matter how many times you might escape with the title, I will be taking it for myself, one way or another. Eventually, it will wear on your psyche, making you completely different then what you want to be. In fact, you'll be driven to the point of utter insanity, because I'll want it.
But what about should I win at Cataclysm? Well no doubt you'll want a rematch down the line. You'll get it. However, just because I can, I will mind fuck you. Kind of like how I've been doing here, except I'll be turning it all the way up. Either way Amy, you'll never be the same after this match, because I won't allow it.
Lacey began to chuckle, musing over some of the various ways she could still play with Amy's head. After a minute, she resumed voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: But here's the beautiful thing about it all. The more I break you, the more you have a chance to benefit from it. Because I am invoking this rage within you, without even trying. After this, win or lose, you might actually give a fuck about what happens. You'll feel that hunger, whether or not you realize it right away. When you do realize it Amy, you will thank me. And that is when I will own your soul. Because without me, it would be very unlikely you would have the potential success you might have.
Either way you look at this, you're going to give me the fight I want Amy. Even though I've won the mind game, I still want that title. Is it vanity? Is it ego? You're goddamn right it is Zing! I know for a fact, I will be the champion, one way or another! So go ahead, do your fucken best to kick my head off!
You'll find that will be impossible to do. For inspite of your win on Mayhem, that means nothing. The rules are different, and you should never rely on a meaningless victory.
Continue to amuse me Amy, and bring the fight I know you can bring. It will mean that much more, when I do slay the so called phoenix!
Lacey then gave the signal to cut the recording. Bob did that, and clapped his hands.
Bob: Excellent work Lacey.
Lacey: Thanks. You did good yourself. When you can, send me a copy of those pictures.
Bob: Will do.
Lacey: Oh, and Bob. When you're having a look at those pictures later, which i know you will be, just remember...It would be a very good idea to clean up the mess.
Bob gave Lacey a bashful laugh, as he knew Lacey was right about him. He was going to be looking at those pictures, for a very long time.
She knew this for a fact, because it was Bob Brooks who was currently snapping the photos, and rather eagerly.
Bob: I just have to say this Lacey. I have never seen something so scorchingly divine.
Lacey: Oh why thank you Bob.
Bob: Now, why don't you give me some more poses. Something that shows off another part of you.
Lacey: Trying to get a good view?
Bob: Guilty.
Lacey: Heh. At least you're honest.
Lacey, very slowly, got up from the couch. Bob took rapid photos of that, as Lacey moved in such a way that he had to get it on film. He then motioned a couple people working at the photo studio that was being rented, to move the couch. Two guys did, and Lacey shot them a playful look, which received a couple smiles from them.
Bob: Damn. That's the kind of smile that could turn a gay man straight.
Lacey: Ain't that the truth.
While a couple of props were being moved around, Lacey began to think more about what her upcoming match with Amy Zing, was going to be like. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, but that was the part she was looking forward to. Her thoughts were interrupted though, when a chair was set ifront of her. She smirked, and turned it around, so that the back was facing the camera.
Bob: Oooh, got something in mind?
Lacey: Damn straight.
Lacey sat on the chair,with her knees on the seat, so she could have better height as she leaned over the back part of the chair, bending forward enough so that Bob would be able to get a good shot of her cleavage.
Bob: How the fuck did I get so lucky?
Lacey: You earned this one Bob.
Bob: Really? Even after that tag team match?
Lacey: Well, I guess that could have some consequence. But yeah, you earned this.
Bob: Awww yeah!
Bob continued to take some pictures, as Lacey kissed her fingers, and blew the kiss towards Bob. He groaned when that happened.
Lacey: Something wrong?
Bob: Nothing's wrong. Just getting a bit tight over here.
Lacey couldn't help but chuckle at that response. She then shot a really flirtatious smile, as she slowly began to remove her gloves. Once her left one was off, she bit the tip of one of her fingers, and slid the right glove off with her teeth.
Bob: You're so damn hot Lacey.
Lacey continued to smile. He directed her to get up off the chair. The prop guys came in, and took the chair back.
Bob: Okay Lacey. Any other props you want to use now?
Lacey: Not yet. In fact, I have something in mind you'll definitely like.
With that,Lacey gave a really devious smile, as she turned around, Bob was still taking rapid fire photos, not wanting to waste this opportunity. But what Lacey did next surprised him. She grabbed the zipper on the back of her dress, and slid the zipper down.
Bob: JACKPOT!
Once the zipper was undone, Lacey began to slide her dress down, eventually letting it pool at her feet. She was now only in a black thong, with her back facing the camera. She then used her arms to cover her breasts.
Bob: I have officially died and gone to heaven.
Lacey: That's to bad. I'm not available up there.
Bob: Then fuck it, I'm taking the high dive to hell!
Lacey chuckled at that, while bob continued to take pictures. She moved one han and signalled for the prop movers to bring the couch back in. He would sit on it again, this time knees on the see, legs and back pointing towards Bob. She even gave her booty a bit of a shake.
Bob: I don't care, I'm saying it. I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Lacey: Perhaps you are.
Bob: Yeah. Now can you turn around please Lacey. We're gonna get the best shots.
Lacey: Hmmm....
Lacey pondered that for a second. This made Bob a bit nervous. But Lacey did turn around, and sat properly on the couch, with her arms still covering her breasts.
Lacey: Go ahead.
Bob smiled really perversely now, and took a few more shots. He then snuck in a few looks for himself, while still taking the shots.
Bob: Now for my favorite part. Full breast exposure.
Lacey: Actually...Not today Bob.
Bob: WHAT?!
Lacey: You could have had this but...Well...You cost us the tag match.
Bob: Are you freakin' kidding me?
Lacey: Nope. Just be thankful I wanted to go this far, or even asking you to do this photo shoot in the first place.
Bob: FUCK!
Lacey: Sorry Bob. Actually, no I'm not.
Bob sighed, as he stepped away from the tripod. He looked down, and ran his fingers through his hair. He was extremely turned on right now due to Lacey's photo shoot, and he didn't know if he could contain himself.
Bob: What must be done?
Lacey: Excuse me?
Bob: What must be done, in order to get a full view?
Lacey chuckled, as she signalled for one of the prop movers to get her kutte, which was hanging up just off set. Once she had it, she turned around, put it on, and zipped it up. She then motioned for Bob to join her on the couch.
Lacey: So far, you've done good. But not once have I told you what needs to be done. That is for you to figure out. I'm certain you will.
Bob: You're damn right I will. Make sure you win the TV title sound good?
Lacey: No. Not that. I want to face Amy all by myself. That way, when I do beat her, there ain't a fucken thing she can say or do about it. But make sure you do manage to take some good pictures, and I'm sure I'll bet setting us up for some...provocative imagery.
Bob: Sounds hot.
Lacey: It will be.
Bob: I hope so. You deserve that title. I don't care if anyone disagrees, especially her.
Lacey: That's what I like to hear Bob. You can be certain, that when we do fight at Cataclysm, I will slay the phoenix.
Bob: Nice. But why phoenix? Nickname of her's or something?
Lacey: Yeah. By the way, do you have a camcorder on you?
Bob: Yeah. I'd have to retrieve it though.
Lacey: Then go get it. I got a few last words I want her to hear.
Bob sighed, and nodded, getting up from the couch. Lacey would as well, as she went into the change room she kept her stuff in. She pulled out her jeans, and a couple cans of beer. She would then take her kutte off, before grabbing a T-shirt. She put her jeans and kutte back on. She the grabbed the beers, and went out to where the couch was. Bob had also returned, with his camcorder. He then began to set it up, when Lacey walked over to him.
Lacey: Here's something for you.
Lacey cracked open both cans of beer, and gave one to Bob. He smirked, and they clinked the cans. Lacey then began to walk back over to the couch, while drinking some of her beer. She sat back down.
Bob: We are ready to record now. Still looking hot Lacey.
Lacey smirked, taking another swig of her beer. She then looked at the camera and Bob, ready to voice her thoughts on her upcoming falls count anywhere match.
Lacey: Well UWA, seems that our resident sugar queen has claws afterall. Well, no more like fangs, because if it were claws, I'd been physically feeling her words she spat out at me, in order to piss me off. Well news flash Amy, you never needed to actually bare your fangs. No what you should have done, was continue to act as the nice girl you showed the world you were. I mean, that is if you really wanted to piss me off.
As I have repeatedly said, over and over the last few weeks, your current behaviour, is exactly what I wanted you to act like. I wanted you to feel this fired up. This angry. This rage. All I have to keep doing, is just talk about how you amuse me, and what not.
See this anger towards me, it's proved I've already won half the battle. I've wormed my way into your very thoughts Amy. Haunting your dreams, making them nightmares. Even with your victory over me in that tag match, you aren't approaching this without that rage. You aren't thinking clearly, and that is going to be your downfall.
See you can talk about how much you're going to kick my head off, or almost did. Unless you actually do so, I'm not going to go away. No, I'm going to keep haunting you, until I get what I want. You know exactly what I want Amy, and I'm going to take it away from you.
Lacey chuckled for a minute. Bob even joined in quickly. Lacey took another swig of her beer, and looked down at the ground, with a more somber look on her face.
Lacey: But you know, maybe you are right about me a bit. I do feel a bit jealous, that you're in such a position. I do feel jealous, that somebody, who never once really cared about her profile, at least says so, is actually succeeding. It's like you got some golden horseshoe shoved up your ass or something!
You won a championship, when clearly, more capable, more skilled, and more deserving people were in that match. So you know the feeling of being overlooked. I will applaud the fact that you succeeded, yet you have essentially coasted between then and now.
That's what irritates me about you Amy. You're just somebody who coasts. Maybe I was brought up to not do that shit, or maybe it's the influence of the fires of hell that have helped drive me, I just don't get why you were content. Did you figure this was going to be the extent of your capabilities, or do you actually believe that you will get to the top just by coasting?
News flash Amy. It don't fucken work that way. No. You have to keep improving. Keep fighting, and keep clawing away until you are recognized as the absolute, unstoppable best! And you know what, this is your chance to embrace that, and prove me, along with a shit ton of people, wrong.
Lacey was now glaring right at the camera, with an expression on her face that promised death to those who looked at her wrong. Bob even contemplated moving back a bit. Lacey took another swig of her beer, but it was a more noticeably angry, shaky swig.
Lacey: Maybe you looked at things like how Aerynn Donnelly used to do things. She was a kind of nice girl, and was the champ. I won't say I know she definitely was the whole time, as I'm only going by what I saw. But even then, she went out and proved why she was the champion, night after night. You...you're making your title look like nothing more then a worthless fashion accessory.
When was the last time you actually blew the minds of the people in the audience? When was the last time anyone gave a fucken rats ass about you? Maybe a couple years ago, when you had that fire, without somebody having to stoke the flames.
Oh yes Amy. I know all about your time in Action Packed Wrestling. You were a girl on fire then, as you were the longest reigning APW North American champion, though due to the company closing before giving a final show, it's debatable whether or not that should hold true. Where's that girl? Where's that Amy Zing?
I'll tell you what happened to that girl. That Amy Zing died when APW died, because you figured you would never reach any higher success, and you were fine with it. That Amy, is just plain unacceptable in my mind. So while I waltzed into your locker room that day and said I was going to take your title, it was more then just a challenge. I was a wake up call for you, that you can do better. But since you didn't feel like it until I pissed you off, you do not represent the phoenix whatsoever! Because if you did, you'd instead be higher on the card, climbing to the top, no matter what it takes!
Lacey began to take in deep breaths in order to calm herself down. She moved some of her hair to the side, as it had gotten in her face. She would then drink the remaining contents of the beer, before tossing it aside. She then composed herself, and smirked once again.
Lacey: But since you won't, I will break you completely Amy. I've broken your nice girl attitude without much effort, and guess what, your fire, your spirit, is next.
For what's going to happen whenever I do take the TV title, regardless if it's at Cataclysm or not, I'm going to show you how rough my world is. If I lose at Cataclysm for some strange and very odd reason, I refuse to be done with you, as I'll keep on hunting you until you've been driven crazy. And don't think I'm above using any fucken means to keep your attention on me. Because no matter how many times you might escape with the title, I will be taking it for myself, one way or another. Eventually, it will wear on your psyche, making you completely different then what you want to be. In fact, you'll be driven to the point of utter insanity, because I'll want it.
But what about should I win at Cataclysm? Well no doubt you'll want a rematch down the line. You'll get it. However, just because I can, I will mind fuck you. Kind of like how I've been doing here, except I'll be turning it all the way up. Either way Amy, you'll never be the same after this match, because I won't allow it.
Lacey began to chuckle, musing over some of the various ways she could still play with Amy's head. After a minute, she resumed voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: But here's the beautiful thing about it all. The more I break you, the more you have a chance to benefit from it. Because I am invoking this rage within you, without even trying. After this, win or lose, you might actually give a fuck about what happens. You'll feel that hunger, whether or not you realize it right away. When you do realize it Amy, you will thank me. And that is when I will own your soul. Because without me, it would be very unlikely you would have the potential success you might have.
Either way you look at this, you're going to give me the fight I want Amy. Even though I've won the mind game, I still want that title. Is it vanity? Is it ego? You're goddamn right it is Zing! I know for a fact, I will be the champion, one way or another! So go ahead, do your fucken best to kick my head off!
You'll find that will be impossible to do. For inspite of your win on Mayhem, that means nothing. The rules are different, and you should never rely on a meaningless victory.
Continue to amuse me Amy, and bring the fight I know you can bring. It will mean that much more, when I do slay the so called phoenix!
Lacey then gave the signal to cut the recording. Bob did that, and clapped his hands.
Bob: Excellent work Lacey.
Lacey: Thanks. You did good yourself. When you can, send me a copy of those pictures.
Bob: Will do.
Lacey: Oh, and Bob. When you're having a look at those pictures later, which i know you will be, just remember...It would be a very good idea to clean up the mess.
Bob gave Lacey a bashful laugh, as he knew Lacey was right about him. He was going to be looking at those pictures, for a very long time.
