Post by laceyroberts on Jan 6, 2015 22:06:35 GMT -6
Christmas and New Years had just passed by. Many people were celebrating the holidays, before all the kids had to go back to school. One person who had more reason to smile this year, was of course, Lacey Roberts, as she came in to 2015 as the UWA TV champion.
However at the moment, Lacey was taking advantage of a gift she had received from her sister-in-law, Monica. This gift, was one that brought great pleasure to Lacey.
What it was, was three hot male masseuses, giving Lacey a spa like treatment, in her own home. To add to it, she had the three men wear ski masks. When they asked her, she said she didn't care for their faces.
So she laid on a massage table, face down, with only a towel covering her behind. She moaned in pleasure as she had her back, legs and feet, rubbed at the same time.
Lacey: Oh....OOOOOHHHHH!
Suddenly, she heard a sound. It was from her laptop. She looked up to see that Randy was calling her on Skype. She smirked, looking at it.
Lacey: One of you, get the laptop. I also need that small box beside it.
The male masseuse that was rubbing her feet stopped and brought her laptop closer to her, while giving her the small brown box that was there. She opened up the box, and pulled out a four inch long joint. She then began a video chat with Randy, as her feet started to get rubbed again.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Hey Lacey. Ummm.....What the fuck is going on?!
Lacey: Oh this? Little gift from Monica.
Randy: Really?
Lacey: Yep.
Randy: Well, um...I guess I can call back later.
Lacey: Naw no need to dad.
We can talk still.
Randy: Well I...Don't exactly want to see what could be a gangbang, towards my daughter.
Lacey: Oh relax and don't have a heart attack old man. It's just a massage. Though the thought of a gangbang, is appealing.
Randy sighed, before he chuckled. He knew that Lacey said that last part just to irritate him. Lacey chuckled as well, as she took a lighter she had with her, and lit up her joint.
Male Masseuse #1: Could you...Not do that?
Lacey: I could, but I still will. You forget who the customer is.
The male masseuse that asked her to not smoke her joint sighed, resuming his task. Randy sighed, but smirked.
Randy: I suppose that is one good way to begin the new year.
Lacey: Well it's a few days in now dad, but i see your point. As for me, I celebrated the new years at a house party.
Randy:...Do I want to know the details?
Lacey: Probably not, but let's say it was well celebrated.
Lacey smiled, as she continued to melt under the touch of the three male masseuses. Randy pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Randy: I sometimes wonder about you Lacey.
Lacey: I know, and I love how it irritates you. But you don't wonder about Leon though. Why is that?
Randy: I do, but it's not as outward. See you are my daughter. While I have said this alot before, A father naturally showed more concern for his daughter's well being.
Lacey: Yeah I know. But with the way you are, you're looking and sounding overprotective. I get that. But...There is no need. I can take care of myself dad.
Randy: I know. Though I hope one day you will understand where I'm coming from.
Lacey: Yeah. That'll be the fucken day.
Lacey took a very long hit off her joint. She quickly felt some of the effect creeping up on her, and she fully enjoyed the feeling of both being massaged, and high.
Lacey: Tell you this dad. High and being rubbed down...It's a very good feeling.
Randy: I know. I've had similar experiences before.
Lacey: Really?
Randy: Yeah. Though the masseuses weren't guys,of course.
Lacey: HA! Good thing old man. If it was that, would be very...Weird to admit out loud.
Both father and daughter shared a laugh at that. Lacey took another hit of her joint, and smiled.
Lacey: So dad...Is there a particular reason why you called this time.
Randy: Actually there is. Me and the boys are heading to Sturgis soon. Wanted to see if you wanted to ride with us.
Lacey: HA! Is that really a question that needs to be asked?
Randy: I suppose not. Of course I might be making a stop over in Vegas myself. That I suggest you don't come with.
Lacey: Why not? You know I love Sin City.
Randy: Yeah but it's whom I'm possibly visiting that you should avoid.
Lacey: Oh, Vega? C'mon dad, he needs to see what I dd for him was a massive favor. Especially now.
Randy: You know he won't see it that way.
Lacey: Then he needs to grow the fuck up. He'll thank me after Mayhem, I'm sure of it.
Randy: Maybe. But speaking of Mayhem, you're defending your title, aren't you?
Lacey: Yup. It's against some Irish dog named Pauly O'Connor.
Randy: Lacey...What have I told you about writing off opponents?
Lacey: I know. Not to. I am confident I can overcome him.
Randy: Well don't get over confident. Wouldn't be right for you to lose something you just gained.
Lacey: Tell me about it.
Lacey licked a couple of her fingers, and put out her joint, before putting it back into it's box. She now was sporting a big smile on her face.
Lacey: Mmmm. You guys are great. Now one of you, get me some grapes.
Male Masseuse #2: With pleasure ma'am.
The male masseuse who was rubbing Lacey's legs stopped, and grabbed a batch of grapes and began to feed her a couple. Randy looked at her, having a hard time not laughing. Eventually, he did chuckle a bit.
Lacey: What's so funny old man?
Randy: Nothing. Just...That was so cliche.
Lacey: It was, wasn't it. Still, wanted to see if it was a fun as it looked.
Randy: Was it?
Lacey: Kinda.
Randy: How long you have those guys for?
Lacey: I'm almost done. 3 hours, in home service. And do they ever have magic hands. I tell you, they know how to relieve every muscle, as their hands roam through my entire body.
Randy sighed. Clearly he still didn't want to know the details of what was going on. When Lacey saw that, she laughed.
Randy: I...better go, before it gets anymore uncomfortable.
Lacey: Whatever.
Randy: I'll see you around Lacey. Most likely meet you in Sturgis.
Lacey: See you later dad.
With that, Randy logged out, and his end showing on Lacey's computer blanked out. She closed her laptop, and got into a slightly more comfortable position while laying down, and leg her arms hang down off the table.
Lacey: Mmmm....Seriously you guys are magic. Might have to see if you guys could give me a true full body massage.
Male Masseuse #1: What, like actually gangbang you?
Lacey: Indeed.
Male Masseuse #3: Sorry ma'am, but we don't do that for our clients. Against policy. But on off hours and off work areas, which includes here,for today...Well then we'll see.
Lacey: Awww...You guys are no fun. Oh well.
Suddenly, an alarm went off. It wasn't a fire alarm, but one set by the masseuses, telling them that their session with Lacey was done. They grabbed their stuff quickly, and Lacey huffed at that.
Male Masseuse#1: Ma'am, could you please get off the table?
Lacey: Fine. Pass me my shorts though.
The male masseuse nodded, and gave Lacey the said pair of shorts, which was a pair of boy shorts that she had set aside. She grabbed them, and slipped them on, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her boobs.
Lacey: I'll be sure to call you guys again sometime.
The masseuses nodded, before folding up their massage table, and exiting from Lacey's apartment.
Once they were all gone, Lacey stretched out, and her towel nearly fell off. But she managed to catch it. She even laughed a bit at that.
Lacey: Can't have anyone looking through the windows to sneak a peak, now can I?
Lacey continued to laugh for a second, clearly feeling the effects of the joint she was smoking. She shook it off, and sat down on her couch.
Lacey: Fuck me, that was awesome. Now I see why people go for them. To bad those hunks turned me down. Or did they? Well...just during work hours. Sure they're hit on alot, but...should have take advantage of the offer. No way they'll get an opportunity at such a fine ass that I have.
Lacey smirked, before looking down. On the coffee table, was where she currently placed her TV title. She looked at it, remembering how she destroyed Amy Zing.
Lacey: You are a fine piece of gold. And you're also something I feel pride about. Because I earned you. Yeah others will hate on how I got the former champ's attention, but when do I care? Fact of the matter is, you're now with somebody who will treat you right. Somebody who will make people want to turn to UWA, just to see the actions of one of the champions. May not be the world title, but one day, you'll be joined by that title. I will not lose you now.
Lacey got up a bit, and leaned over, and placed her hand on top of the title, sensually moving her fingers around the slab of gold.
Lacey: Least of all not to some Irish dog. And you know something...It's time show why you belong with me.
With that, Lacey grabbed the belt from the table. She had a look at it, as she got up. She draped it around her shoulder, as she walked away from the couch. She opened up her laptop and put on the recording program.
But before she would record, Lacey went to her bedroom, and looked at the full body mirror she had there. Taking the title, she smiled, as she wrapped it around her chest, and tightening up the strap as much as she could without it falling off. She then carefully removed the towel, and smirked to herself, as the only thing covering her boobs now, was the front of the title belt.
Lacey: If this isn't an image that people can't forget, then I don't know what is. This is why, you belong with me.
Lacey walked out of her bedroom, and back into the living room, and moved her laptop to the coffee table. She sat back down on the couch, and adjusted the view of the laptop's webcam. She then hit record. She then adjusted her makeshift top from her title, and began to voice her thoughts.
Lacey: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed Christmas, and got what you wanted. But beyond that, what am I supposed to say? Happy new year? Well you know something? For me it's a fucken happy new year alright. For whether you all can believe it or not, I have fulfilled my main goal for 2014, and plan to accomplish more of the same goal, with either this title, or another, by the end of this current year.
When I came into UWA a few months ago, my goal for this moment, was be be holding gold. And as you all can see what's right infront of you...
Lacey moved her hands to below her makeshift top, moving them around in a potion that had her showing off the UWA TV title.
Lacey: I have done exactly that. For at the very last show of UWA, Cataclysm, this devious little diva, went in like a world on fire, and destroyed Amy Zing. I showed her why some of us are born great, while the rest are simply inferior.
I have no doubt though, she'll once again try to kick my head off, as she has said so in the past. Of course she also has a championship opportunity on Mayhem, so who knows. Thing is, it ain't against me. She's not going to be regaining the TV title, I can guarantee that.
And that is what I am. When I beat her like a little bitch, it was only inevitable, she would feel the reaper's scythe come down upon her neck. Much like how I had promised that I would do, because the devil's little sister wanted something that Zing had, and didn't deserve.
Moral of this story...true devil's always keep their promises. We also get what we want in the end, by keeping said promises.
Lacey chuckled, as she leaned back a bit. She also moved her hand around her title, emphasizing it just a little bit more, that it was hers.
Lacey: But if 2014 was the year I established the fact I am the devil's little sister, then 2015 will be the year where I become the harbinger of anarchy. But how should I start that accomplishment?
Well come Mayhem, as I'm sure everyone is aware, I'm having my first title defence. Like any good champion, I don't plan to lose this title anytime soon, so complete and total domination of my challenger sounds like a damn good idea. But who is my challenger? It is a man called Pauly O'Connor. A man who at the start of UWA was competing for the world title.
After that, well he took a very long time off. Injury, or personal reasons? To me, that doesn't matter. What matters is, I'm afraid I'm not quite getting that Pauly O'Connor, because since he's returned, the only thing he's done is aligned himself with Aerynn Donelly. The first UWA champion mind you, but still somebody who has also taken a massive downward spiral.
Lacey smirked at that, before she would reach over, and grab the box her joint was in. This action caused the webcam to get a very good shot of her cleavage as she leaned over. Once she got the joint and her lighter, she got back into proper sitting position, and placed the joint between her lips, before lighting it up, and taking a hit.
Lacey: But back to you Pauly. What was your last match? A match nobody saw, except those at the event of Cataclysm. A dark match. As for who won the match...Yeah my little buddy, Bob Brooks...He was the one who took the victory, and not you.
Still, one can't help but be intrigued if you were only waiting to unleash your full skill set against a worthy opponent, such as myself. Believe it or not, I want that. For when you unleash everything you have against me and still come up short, that will be when my victory will taste the sweetest. To see the despair in your eyes as you are helpless against such a divine force as myself.
Lacey was still smirking as she smoked more of her joint. The look in the eyes that she gave the webcam, was one that showed off her devious sadistic nature, even though she was getting high.
Lacey: But there are some things that I can agree with. One is that fuck yeah, we're gonna tear the house down. It will give more then enough reason to show why I deserve this title, and not anybody else.
But the second reason, is a bit more of an interesting reason. You say that I don't need to piss you off, because you're constantly mad? Well jeez, way to take the fun out of mind fucking with you.
But in all seriousness, what has being mad all the time done for you? Not a fucken thing. You've done nothing to make me, or anyone else feel threatened. Yeah you can talk about some hardcore shit you've done recently, but really, it's because your master, Aerynn Donelly basically told you to do so. You're only doing shit because a bitch is telling you to do so, not because of your own accord.
Why do you think it was so much damn fun for me to piss off Amy Zing, or why people thought she would actually fulfill her words of trying to kick my fucken head off? Because with just a few words, I made her hate me. Despise me. I questioned everything about her, and she wanted to prove me wrong. As you know, I proved I was right. Like always.
But you...You kinda don't have a mind of your own. It seems like you like being told what to do these days. You Pauly, are no man. The best you are, is a dog barking at the end of your fucken chain. You're so called rage against everything, while amusing, won't do you any favors so as long as you're leashed to anybody. As I said, you're a dog barking at the end of it's chain. Cute, but annoying.
Lacey chuckled a bit, and began to give off some mock barks, showing just how she thought of her opponent. But after a good couple of minutes of laughing to herself, she managed to compose herself, to finish voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: Come Mayhem Pauly, you're going to be facing something you should take serious. Hell just to prove a point, I will be putting the full pressure on, because even though your bark is worse then your bite, I'm not taking my chances. And I don't care how much your master hypes you up to try to get you going, you will not be taking my title away from me. In fact, the only thing I can guarantee, is that you'll be meeting my brother, when the Reaper's Scythe descends upon your head!
However at the moment, Lacey was taking advantage of a gift she had received from her sister-in-law, Monica. This gift, was one that brought great pleasure to Lacey.
What it was, was three hot male masseuses, giving Lacey a spa like treatment, in her own home. To add to it, she had the three men wear ski masks. When they asked her, she said she didn't care for their faces.
So she laid on a massage table, face down, with only a towel covering her behind. She moaned in pleasure as she had her back, legs and feet, rubbed at the same time.
Lacey: Oh....OOOOOHHHHH!
Suddenly, she heard a sound. It was from her laptop. She looked up to see that Randy was calling her on Skype. She smirked, looking at it.
Lacey: One of you, get the laptop. I also need that small box beside it.
The male masseuse that was rubbing her feet stopped and brought her laptop closer to her, while giving her the small brown box that was there. She opened up the box, and pulled out a four inch long joint. She then began a video chat with Randy, as her feet started to get rubbed again.
Lacey: Hey dad.
Randy: Hey Lacey. Ummm.....What the fuck is going on?!
Lacey: Oh this? Little gift from Monica.
Randy: Really?
Lacey: Yep.
Randy: Well, um...I guess I can call back later.
Lacey: Naw no need to dad.
We can talk still.
Randy: Well I...Don't exactly want to see what could be a gangbang, towards my daughter.
Lacey: Oh relax and don't have a heart attack old man. It's just a massage. Though the thought of a gangbang, is appealing.
Randy sighed, before he chuckled. He knew that Lacey said that last part just to irritate him. Lacey chuckled as well, as she took a lighter she had with her, and lit up her joint.
Male Masseuse #1: Could you...Not do that?
Lacey: I could, but I still will. You forget who the customer is.
The male masseuse that asked her to not smoke her joint sighed, resuming his task. Randy sighed, but smirked.
Randy: I suppose that is one good way to begin the new year.
Lacey: Well it's a few days in now dad, but i see your point. As for me, I celebrated the new years at a house party.
Randy:...Do I want to know the details?
Lacey: Probably not, but let's say it was well celebrated.
Lacey smiled, as she continued to melt under the touch of the three male masseuses. Randy pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Randy: I sometimes wonder about you Lacey.
Lacey: I know, and I love how it irritates you. But you don't wonder about Leon though. Why is that?
Randy: I do, but it's not as outward. See you are my daughter. While I have said this alot before, A father naturally showed more concern for his daughter's well being.
Lacey: Yeah I know. But with the way you are, you're looking and sounding overprotective. I get that. But...There is no need. I can take care of myself dad.
Randy: I know. Though I hope one day you will understand where I'm coming from.
Lacey: Yeah. That'll be the fucken day.
Lacey took a very long hit off her joint. She quickly felt some of the effect creeping up on her, and she fully enjoyed the feeling of both being massaged, and high.
Lacey: Tell you this dad. High and being rubbed down...It's a very good feeling.
Randy: I know. I've had similar experiences before.
Lacey: Really?
Randy: Yeah. Though the masseuses weren't guys,of course.
Lacey: HA! Good thing old man. If it was that, would be very...Weird to admit out loud.
Both father and daughter shared a laugh at that. Lacey took another hit of her joint, and smiled.
Lacey: So dad...Is there a particular reason why you called this time.
Randy: Actually there is. Me and the boys are heading to Sturgis soon. Wanted to see if you wanted to ride with us.
Lacey: HA! Is that really a question that needs to be asked?
Randy: I suppose not. Of course I might be making a stop over in Vegas myself. That I suggest you don't come with.
Lacey: Why not? You know I love Sin City.
Randy: Yeah but it's whom I'm possibly visiting that you should avoid.
Lacey: Oh, Vega? C'mon dad, he needs to see what I dd for him was a massive favor. Especially now.
Randy: You know he won't see it that way.
Lacey: Then he needs to grow the fuck up. He'll thank me after Mayhem, I'm sure of it.
Randy: Maybe. But speaking of Mayhem, you're defending your title, aren't you?
Lacey: Yup. It's against some Irish dog named Pauly O'Connor.
Randy: Lacey...What have I told you about writing off opponents?
Lacey: I know. Not to. I am confident I can overcome him.
Randy: Well don't get over confident. Wouldn't be right for you to lose something you just gained.
Lacey: Tell me about it.
Lacey licked a couple of her fingers, and put out her joint, before putting it back into it's box. She now was sporting a big smile on her face.
Lacey: Mmmm. You guys are great. Now one of you, get me some grapes.
Male Masseuse #2: With pleasure ma'am.
The male masseuse who was rubbing Lacey's legs stopped, and grabbed a batch of grapes and began to feed her a couple. Randy looked at her, having a hard time not laughing. Eventually, he did chuckle a bit.
Lacey: What's so funny old man?
Randy: Nothing. Just...That was so cliche.
Lacey: It was, wasn't it. Still, wanted to see if it was a fun as it looked.
Randy: Was it?
Lacey: Kinda.
Randy: How long you have those guys for?
Lacey: I'm almost done. 3 hours, in home service. And do they ever have magic hands. I tell you, they know how to relieve every muscle, as their hands roam through my entire body.
Randy sighed. Clearly he still didn't want to know the details of what was going on. When Lacey saw that, she laughed.
Randy: I...better go, before it gets anymore uncomfortable.
Lacey: Whatever.
Randy: I'll see you around Lacey. Most likely meet you in Sturgis.
Lacey: See you later dad.
With that, Randy logged out, and his end showing on Lacey's computer blanked out. She closed her laptop, and got into a slightly more comfortable position while laying down, and leg her arms hang down off the table.
Lacey: Mmmm....Seriously you guys are magic. Might have to see if you guys could give me a true full body massage.
Male Masseuse #1: What, like actually gangbang you?
Lacey: Indeed.
Male Masseuse #3: Sorry ma'am, but we don't do that for our clients. Against policy. But on off hours and off work areas, which includes here,for today...Well then we'll see.
Lacey: Awww...You guys are no fun. Oh well.
Suddenly, an alarm went off. It wasn't a fire alarm, but one set by the masseuses, telling them that their session with Lacey was done. They grabbed their stuff quickly, and Lacey huffed at that.
Male Masseuse#1: Ma'am, could you please get off the table?
Lacey: Fine. Pass me my shorts though.
The male masseuse nodded, and gave Lacey the said pair of shorts, which was a pair of boy shorts that she had set aside. She grabbed them, and slipped them on, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her boobs.
Lacey: I'll be sure to call you guys again sometime.
The masseuses nodded, before folding up their massage table, and exiting from Lacey's apartment.
Once they were all gone, Lacey stretched out, and her towel nearly fell off. But she managed to catch it. She even laughed a bit at that.
Lacey: Can't have anyone looking through the windows to sneak a peak, now can I?
Lacey continued to laugh for a second, clearly feeling the effects of the joint she was smoking. She shook it off, and sat down on her couch.
Lacey: Fuck me, that was awesome. Now I see why people go for them. To bad those hunks turned me down. Or did they? Well...just during work hours. Sure they're hit on alot, but...should have take advantage of the offer. No way they'll get an opportunity at such a fine ass that I have.
Lacey smirked, before looking down. On the coffee table, was where she currently placed her TV title. She looked at it, remembering how she destroyed Amy Zing.
Lacey: You are a fine piece of gold. And you're also something I feel pride about. Because I earned you. Yeah others will hate on how I got the former champ's attention, but when do I care? Fact of the matter is, you're now with somebody who will treat you right. Somebody who will make people want to turn to UWA, just to see the actions of one of the champions. May not be the world title, but one day, you'll be joined by that title. I will not lose you now.
Lacey got up a bit, and leaned over, and placed her hand on top of the title, sensually moving her fingers around the slab of gold.
Lacey: Least of all not to some Irish dog. And you know something...It's time show why you belong with me.
With that, Lacey grabbed the belt from the table. She had a look at it, as she got up. She draped it around her shoulder, as she walked away from the couch. She opened up her laptop and put on the recording program.
But before she would record, Lacey went to her bedroom, and looked at the full body mirror she had there. Taking the title, she smiled, as she wrapped it around her chest, and tightening up the strap as much as she could without it falling off. She then carefully removed the towel, and smirked to herself, as the only thing covering her boobs now, was the front of the title belt.
Lacey: If this isn't an image that people can't forget, then I don't know what is. This is why, you belong with me.
Lacey walked out of her bedroom, and back into the living room, and moved her laptop to the coffee table. She sat back down on the couch, and adjusted the view of the laptop's webcam. She then hit record. She then adjusted her makeshift top from her title, and began to voice her thoughts.
Lacey: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed Christmas, and got what you wanted. But beyond that, what am I supposed to say? Happy new year? Well you know something? For me it's a fucken happy new year alright. For whether you all can believe it or not, I have fulfilled my main goal for 2014, and plan to accomplish more of the same goal, with either this title, or another, by the end of this current year.
When I came into UWA a few months ago, my goal for this moment, was be be holding gold. And as you all can see what's right infront of you...
Lacey moved her hands to below her makeshift top, moving them around in a potion that had her showing off the UWA TV title.
Lacey: I have done exactly that. For at the very last show of UWA, Cataclysm, this devious little diva, went in like a world on fire, and destroyed Amy Zing. I showed her why some of us are born great, while the rest are simply inferior.
I have no doubt though, she'll once again try to kick my head off, as she has said so in the past. Of course she also has a championship opportunity on Mayhem, so who knows. Thing is, it ain't against me. She's not going to be regaining the TV title, I can guarantee that.
And that is what I am. When I beat her like a little bitch, it was only inevitable, she would feel the reaper's scythe come down upon her neck. Much like how I had promised that I would do, because the devil's little sister wanted something that Zing had, and didn't deserve.
Moral of this story...true devil's always keep their promises. We also get what we want in the end, by keeping said promises.
Lacey chuckled, as she leaned back a bit. She also moved her hand around her title, emphasizing it just a little bit more, that it was hers.
Lacey: But if 2014 was the year I established the fact I am the devil's little sister, then 2015 will be the year where I become the harbinger of anarchy. But how should I start that accomplishment?
Well come Mayhem, as I'm sure everyone is aware, I'm having my first title defence. Like any good champion, I don't plan to lose this title anytime soon, so complete and total domination of my challenger sounds like a damn good idea. But who is my challenger? It is a man called Pauly O'Connor. A man who at the start of UWA was competing for the world title.
After that, well he took a very long time off. Injury, or personal reasons? To me, that doesn't matter. What matters is, I'm afraid I'm not quite getting that Pauly O'Connor, because since he's returned, the only thing he's done is aligned himself with Aerynn Donelly. The first UWA champion mind you, but still somebody who has also taken a massive downward spiral.
Lacey smirked at that, before she would reach over, and grab the box her joint was in. This action caused the webcam to get a very good shot of her cleavage as she leaned over. Once she got the joint and her lighter, she got back into proper sitting position, and placed the joint between her lips, before lighting it up, and taking a hit.
Lacey: But back to you Pauly. What was your last match? A match nobody saw, except those at the event of Cataclysm. A dark match. As for who won the match...Yeah my little buddy, Bob Brooks...He was the one who took the victory, and not you.
Still, one can't help but be intrigued if you were only waiting to unleash your full skill set against a worthy opponent, such as myself. Believe it or not, I want that. For when you unleash everything you have against me and still come up short, that will be when my victory will taste the sweetest. To see the despair in your eyes as you are helpless against such a divine force as myself.
Lacey was still smirking as she smoked more of her joint. The look in the eyes that she gave the webcam, was one that showed off her devious sadistic nature, even though she was getting high.
Lacey: But there are some things that I can agree with. One is that fuck yeah, we're gonna tear the house down. It will give more then enough reason to show why I deserve this title, and not anybody else.
But the second reason, is a bit more of an interesting reason. You say that I don't need to piss you off, because you're constantly mad? Well jeez, way to take the fun out of mind fucking with you.
But in all seriousness, what has being mad all the time done for you? Not a fucken thing. You've done nothing to make me, or anyone else feel threatened. Yeah you can talk about some hardcore shit you've done recently, but really, it's because your master, Aerynn Donelly basically told you to do so. You're only doing shit because a bitch is telling you to do so, not because of your own accord.
Why do you think it was so much damn fun for me to piss off Amy Zing, or why people thought she would actually fulfill her words of trying to kick my fucken head off? Because with just a few words, I made her hate me. Despise me. I questioned everything about her, and she wanted to prove me wrong. As you know, I proved I was right. Like always.
But you...You kinda don't have a mind of your own. It seems like you like being told what to do these days. You Pauly, are no man. The best you are, is a dog barking at the end of your fucken chain. You're so called rage against everything, while amusing, won't do you any favors so as long as you're leashed to anybody. As I said, you're a dog barking at the end of it's chain. Cute, but annoying.
Lacey chuckled a bit, and began to give off some mock barks, showing just how she thought of her opponent. But after a good couple of minutes of laughing to herself, she managed to compose herself, to finish voicing her thoughts.
Lacey: Come Mayhem Pauly, you're going to be facing something you should take serious. Hell just to prove a point, I will be putting the full pressure on, because even though your bark is worse then your bite, I'm not taking my chances. And I don't care how much your master hypes you up to try to get you going, you will not be taking my title away from me. In fact, the only thing I can guarantee, is that you'll be meeting my brother, when the Reaper's Scythe descends upon your head!
