Post by laceyroberts on Feb 4, 2015 23:07:50 GMT -6
If anyone saw the look on Lacey Robert's face now, they would know to stay away. For the look upon her face, instead of her usual sadistic smile, was outright crazy. It was like a part of her had snapped.
She walked up to her apartment, hair frazzled and somewhat laughing. Everyone who was around her had tried to step away, for they didn't want to experience what could happen if Lacey was suddenly to take her madness out on anyone.
Her hands even hurt, which she remembered as she searched for her keys. She found them, and went to unlock her door. Only thing was, the door was already unlocked.
Lacey: The fuck?
Lacey's crazy grin faded into a sneer, as she opened the door. She grabbed a switch blade out of a hidden compartment in her purse, and readied it. She snuck in, very carefully, trying to find out who had broken into her apartment. As she did, the door closed. Lacey turned around, and was ready to strike, but sighed when she saw a beautiful brunette there.
Lacey: Monica? What are you doing here.
Monica: Can't I come and say hello to one of my family? Wasn't it also you who also gave me a key to your place?
Lacey: I'd prefer a call ahead of time, plus you never seem to be available when I want to chat.
Monica: Yeah yeah, I know. You know exactly why though.
Lacey: Yeah. Those kids are a handful. Plus your husband is Leon, afterall.
Monica sighed, and nodded. She walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out a halfway consumed bottle of scotch.
Monica: Been hitting the hard stuff lately, haven't you.
Lacey: No shit bitch.
Lacey took off her jacket, and shoes, she then sat down, with Monica joining her, with two glasses full of scotch.
Monica: Leon's getting worried about you Lacey. You were doing oh so well. So let me get to the point. What the fuck happened?
Lacey: So, you saw Mayhem eh?
Monica: You know it. The kids wanted to see their auntie take out another Irish dog, per say. Or at least, how you put it.
Lacey: Yeah.
Monica: So, what happened? Even the triplets saw you weren't trying.
Lacey: Maybe I wasn't, okay!
Monica: alright. Jeez, no need to get hostile.
Lacey: Fuck off Monica!
Lacey reached for her glass of scotch, but her hand suddenly had sharp pain going through it. Monica put her glass down, and moved closer to Lacey on the couch, and grabbed her hand, noticing it was taped up.
Monica: What happened?
Lacey: Nothing really.
Monica curled her lips upwards, and pressed down hard on Lacey' hand, this caused Lacey to wince in pain.
Monica: That was just a light squeeze Lace. Don't give me a reason to further have this hand hurt.
Lacey: You...You're a sadistic woman. Heh!
Lacey smirked, before she sat back on the couch. Monica began to unwrap the gauze around Lacey's hand, followed by massaging Lacey's knuckles.
Lacey: Got into a fight while I was at the gym. Something just...snapped inside of me.
Monica: Oh. Well please, tell me.
Lacey: Well, it wasn't anything special. I won the fight of course but...just something about the result of last Mayhem...I don't know, it just bugged me.
Monica: You're a prideful girl. Or should I saw, a prideful woman, eh?
Lacey: You heard?
Monica: Honey, you told the entire goddamn world that you fucked Vega. Thank you very much for that one though.
Monica squeezed Lacey's hand a bit, which caused Lacey to wince, and groan. With that action, Lacey knew that Monica was being sarcastic.
Lacey: Fuck! I'm gonna regret this but...What happened?
Monica: Thanks to you, I had to step in before Leon could think about heading to Vegas and whooping Vega's ass, before doing what you did, and uncage Oblivion. Not that I minded stepping infront. It was great.
Lacey: Shit. I knew it. Don't want to hear the details.
Lacey: What? To gross for you?
Lacey: Monica, you know why I don't want to hear the fucken details.
Monica: Perhaps. But still, you claim to be somebody not to fuck with, yet you certainly didn't show why last Mayhem.
Lacey: Yeah. I admit that I felt Shonn Maguire was beneath me. Hell he still is.
Monica: But he got that fucken victory over you.
Lacey: Yeah. Can we drop this now?
Monica: Nope. The problem from what I could see, was you got cocky. Along with not feel like fighting...Bad combination.
Lacey: What the fuck do you expect from me? I am the devil's little sister. You know how I get.
Monica: Yeah. How you want everyone to worship you, and how you say you'll make them. But who's to say I can blame you. It's a fact to be proud of. On that note, if you're the devil's little sister, what does that make me?
Monica stopped massaging Lacey's hand. Lacey stretched it out, and smiled. She reached for her glass of scotch, and smirked.
Lacey: The devil's wife, of course.
Monica: Yeah. That I am.
Lacey raised her glass to that, and Monica clinked her glass against Lacey's,as they both began to devour the scotch. Once both girls were done, they put the glasses down, and shook off the initial feeling of the scotch.
Monica: Speaking of him, that's part of the reason why I'm here. To get your head on straight. I doubt you want Leon to do so, and considering that he saw the performance you put out there...Leon was especially not impressed with how you were defeated. Major step back.
Lacey: Yeah, well what's he going to do about it?
Monica: Nothing right now. But if you keep this up, then the UWA will be feeling the full wrath of hell soon enough. And not from you.
Lacey: Fuck.
Monica: Yeah. If you want to avoid Leon coming in, and taking over, you best better redeem yourself. And you have such a grand chance, even in loss, on this upcoming Mayhem.
Lacey: What? With Aerynn Donnelly?
Monica: Yup.
Lacey: Well, you can tell my brother, that he's not going to be disappointed.
Monica: Good to hear. But tell me why. Is it because she's throwing the longest temper tantrum, along with attempting to strong arm herself into a position she doesn't deserve?
Lacey: All of that, and more. Just....
Lacey began to chuckle a bit. Monica looked over, to see Lacey's insane smile had returned. Lacey was even shaking, like she was starting to go into some sort of self induced trance. The look she had was devoid of any good thoughts, and promised pain. Monica raised an eyebrow, curious to see how Lacey would act.
Lacey: Even now...hehehehe....wrecking that bitch up...hehe...Defeating her....Sad but true, it still means something. Maybe she is an obstacle that will help me in the end. All I know is, if she wants to play the bitch, she's doing it wrong.
Monica: Are you sure that's it?
Lacey's crazy smile faded, and turned into a scowl, and it looked like she snapped out of her trance. She quickly grabbed her glass, and threw it against the wall, shattering it. Monica gave Lacey a look of disappointment, but Lacey was not phased by it.
Lacey: No. It's also because she had the audacity to not bother to show up for her match against Vega. THEN she strong armed the boss. That don't sit well with me. Think I got my beautiful title by strong arming anyone? Hell no. I mindfucked the last champion, Amy Zing. Though it seemed she did it to herself. Point being I can appreciate her wanting a title shot, but not the way she got it, nor not bothering to show up for her match. You have any idea how many people she pissed off due to that alone?
Monica: Alot I take it?
Lacey: You have no idea. Not to mention just those attacks. She broke the all girl champs thing going on, and to two individuals who are just as bad as Kyle Travis.
Monica: Who?
Lacey: A fucken douche rag on the roster who thinks he's a legend, all because of a couple lucky victories in some backwater wrestling company that ain't even around. Needless to say, he's fucken annoying.
Monica: Fair enough.
Monica then smirked, as she pulled out her cellphone. Lacey looked at her oddly, but Monica still smiled, as she pressed her screen a couple times.
Monica: I have an idea Lacey. You're all fired up because of alot of circumstances around this match. Why not voice your thoughts now, while they are still fresh, and raw.
Lacey smiled, and nodded. She rand her fingers through her hair quickly, somewhat straightening out her hair a bit. Monica looked at Lacey, and nodded. Lacey took this as her cue to begin.
Lacey: I bet everyone is wondering why I didn't seem like myself last Mayhem. I mean just one Mayhem before, I soundly defeated Pauly O'Connor, one of the Irish dogs of Aerynn Donnelly. But last Mayhem, not so much. Well I'll get to that later. Right now, there is something else that needs to be discussed.
Lacey's smile faded away, and was once again, replaced by a scowl. Her other hand suddenly flared in pain for a second, and Lacey quickly rubbed it to soothe the pain.
Lacey: How dare my opponent, blatantly skip her match last week! I really don't give a fuck what she was thinking, actions like that will make you lose all credibility. Something which nobody wants to have, especially if they are a former world champion.
In case if any of you low-lifes forgot, my opponent this week is indeed Aerynn Donnelly, and what I'm referring to, is what happened last week on Mayhem, where she decided to NOT show up for her match, and THEN demand she have a world title match.
I'm sorry, but even as the devil's little sister, I find that fucken disgusting. Maybe if I was God's little sister, I'd like that, because we all know who the real evil in the universe is. What with him pretty much saying give up your thoughts and worship me for no apparent reason. Least I'm willing to show why I should be worshipped.
But that's getting off point here. The point is, whether anyone likes it or not, I'm going to go out there Donnelly, and I will correct your folly. Because unlike you, all the champions right now, minus Sang Real of course, actually have worked hard, where as you decided to demand a match.
Lacey was really showing how fired up she was. She got up off the couch, and Monica followed her, cellphone still recording what Lacey was saying and doing.
Lacey ran her fingers through her hair again, but it was a bit more rough, almost causing her hair to go all over the place again.
Lacey: I'll say this Aerynn. Right now, I'm not the only one who has thought all that. I can also tell you that you're going to have a very hard time getting away with what you have done. Under no circumstances, will you ever be UWA world champion so as long as you keep demanding shit like this. Had you earned it, cool. But no...You're just a whiny, insufferable, jealous bitch, because you want what you can't have.
But wait, what's this I hear you thinking? About how I'm really no different? How I did the same pretty much? Well yeah, I wanted this TV title, and as you all know, I got it. Difference is, I didn't demand the match. I lured Amy Zing into it, and rather easily as well. Oh I would have gotten my title shot either way, but it would have included alot more mindfuckery, long before I would have remotely considered threatening the boss.
Now though, your greed and sloth approach is going to cost you. It's going to cost you alot more then you think Aerynn. You can't hide behind your dogs forever, nor can you boast about not needing them. You can only lie so many times before the bullshit can't be hidden. You also can't expect things to be handed to you.
In fact, let me inform you about something. Think anyone wants to fight meaningless matches? Hell no. But we show up, even if our hearts aren't in it. I'll admit, I really didn't feel like fighting off another one of your dogs last Mayhem, and yeah, that cost me a win. But I sucked up my pride and went out there, putting some fucken effort in!
Lacey hissed for a second, before her crazy smile that she had been sporting recently, came back full on for the recording.
Lacey: I wonder what made you decide to go this route? Was it because you felt so mighty after taking out Brody Montgomery? Well news flash bitch...you NEEDED help to do so, and you could not actually defeat him. In fact, looking back now, your whole title reign, is a fucken joke! Your first defence was against on of your best friends, who I defeated to retain my title, just a few short weeks ago. But you defeating him...sounds almost political.
Then you had the fatal four-way with Arsenal. All hotties and better looking then you I might add, with the talent to back it up. Hell that's why they didn't look to out of place during that all girl segment with me recently. Yeah when you had that fatal four way, you won, but only barely. It was likely because you couldn't get it done yourself. Retaining over Kyle Travis, that's very easy to do. Then you went a long time without defending the title. When you finally did, you lost it to Jezsika Gautier, when she knocked you the fuck out. And guess what? Her first defence, was against a real man, and a real challenge. While I'd like to say that the Silver Baron should be champion, Jezsika has earned that right by defeating him. But you haven't. Hell, the people you defeated to become the champion, where the fuck are they now?
Face it Aerynn. You're nothing without somebody watching your boney ass. Oh I can practically hear you know, bitching and moaning how I'm not saying the truth. Deep down, you know that my words are digging deep, for they are exposing the truth!
Think you would have survived against the Children? HA! If it weren't for Arsenal, the children would have gotten you like they did Brody, and done alot worse things to you. Oh yeah, they would have fucken violated you in every single orifice, until you begged for them to fuck you! If you didn't have your dogs to save your ass, it wouldn't be Brody who's unable to wrestle for a while, it would be you. Wanna know how I figure this? It's because I could see that he was more then willing to hurt you badly, thus taking you out just to be rid of you, and then he'd be able to move on.
Lacey began to laugh. She was remembering the fight at Cataclysm, and how brutal it was, with Brody taking the victory. She remembered how they nearly took each other out, and the thought was actually getting her excited.
From behind the cellphone though, Monica shot Lacey a look that told her to calm down. Lacey sighed, and did indeed tried to calm down, and looked back at Monica.
Lacey: Where does that leave us though? Well once you're done trying to convince yourself of false greatness that almost rivals Kyle Travis, I will snap you back to reality. Try to get out of our match?You'll have proven me right. Have your mutts try to bail you out, or try to bite me? I'm right again. If you want to prove me wrong, then fight me bitch, with no excuses.
But see, even that will prove to be futile. See Aerynn, I'm not going to just defeat you. I'm going to fucken destroy you! I'm going to humiliate you in every way, that you'll be to afraid to show your face again, but knowing you, likely still will. But after all that, I'm going to do what Brody should have done. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make sure that when it's all said and done, you'll feel your soul being ripped out. Because this time, the reaper's scythe is coming for your head.
This isn't just the will of your hellfire goddess. This is also the will, of pretty much everyone in UWA. But also...I can feel it. The call for your soul. For you see Aerynn, whether or not he shows up in UWA ever, it is also the will of my brother!
Oh yes. He might be coming to UWA. While I'd rather him not right now, I will stand beside him, as we show you why we were baptized in fire, and why we are the true divine. But for now Aerynn, know this. Your soul, is mine. And come Mayhem, I will feat upon it.
Lacey began to laugh again. The laughter grew more and more insane with each passing second. Monica sighed, and turned off the recording. After a couple minutes, Lacey would calm herself down, but Monica knew that the look in Lacey's eyes, only meant that trouble was going to happen.
She walked up to her apartment, hair frazzled and somewhat laughing. Everyone who was around her had tried to step away, for they didn't want to experience what could happen if Lacey was suddenly to take her madness out on anyone.
Her hands even hurt, which she remembered as she searched for her keys. She found them, and went to unlock her door. Only thing was, the door was already unlocked.
Lacey: The fuck?
Lacey's crazy grin faded into a sneer, as she opened the door. She grabbed a switch blade out of a hidden compartment in her purse, and readied it. She snuck in, very carefully, trying to find out who had broken into her apartment. As she did, the door closed. Lacey turned around, and was ready to strike, but sighed when she saw a beautiful brunette there.
Lacey: Monica? What are you doing here.
Monica: Can't I come and say hello to one of my family? Wasn't it also you who also gave me a key to your place?
Lacey: I'd prefer a call ahead of time, plus you never seem to be available when I want to chat.
Monica: Yeah yeah, I know. You know exactly why though.
Lacey: Yeah. Those kids are a handful. Plus your husband is Leon, afterall.
Monica sighed, and nodded. She walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out a halfway consumed bottle of scotch.
Monica: Been hitting the hard stuff lately, haven't you.
Lacey: No shit bitch.
Lacey took off her jacket, and shoes, she then sat down, with Monica joining her, with two glasses full of scotch.
Monica: Leon's getting worried about you Lacey. You were doing oh so well. So let me get to the point. What the fuck happened?
Lacey: So, you saw Mayhem eh?
Monica: You know it. The kids wanted to see their auntie take out another Irish dog, per say. Or at least, how you put it.
Lacey: Yeah.
Monica: So, what happened? Even the triplets saw you weren't trying.
Lacey: Maybe I wasn't, okay!
Monica: alright. Jeez, no need to get hostile.
Lacey: Fuck off Monica!
Lacey reached for her glass of scotch, but her hand suddenly had sharp pain going through it. Monica put her glass down, and moved closer to Lacey on the couch, and grabbed her hand, noticing it was taped up.
Monica: What happened?
Lacey: Nothing really.
Monica curled her lips upwards, and pressed down hard on Lacey' hand, this caused Lacey to wince in pain.
Monica: That was just a light squeeze Lace. Don't give me a reason to further have this hand hurt.
Lacey: You...You're a sadistic woman. Heh!
Lacey smirked, before she sat back on the couch. Monica began to unwrap the gauze around Lacey's hand, followed by massaging Lacey's knuckles.
Lacey: Got into a fight while I was at the gym. Something just...snapped inside of me.
Monica: Oh. Well please, tell me.
Lacey: Well, it wasn't anything special. I won the fight of course but...just something about the result of last Mayhem...I don't know, it just bugged me.
Monica: You're a prideful girl. Or should I saw, a prideful woman, eh?
Lacey: You heard?
Monica: Honey, you told the entire goddamn world that you fucked Vega. Thank you very much for that one though.
Monica squeezed Lacey's hand a bit, which caused Lacey to wince, and groan. With that action, Lacey knew that Monica was being sarcastic.
Lacey: Fuck! I'm gonna regret this but...What happened?
Monica: Thanks to you, I had to step in before Leon could think about heading to Vegas and whooping Vega's ass, before doing what you did, and uncage Oblivion. Not that I minded stepping infront. It was great.
Lacey: Shit. I knew it. Don't want to hear the details.
Lacey: What? To gross for you?
Lacey: Monica, you know why I don't want to hear the fucken details.
Monica: Perhaps. But still, you claim to be somebody not to fuck with, yet you certainly didn't show why last Mayhem.
Lacey: Yeah. I admit that I felt Shonn Maguire was beneath me. Hell he still is.
Monica: But he got that fucken victory over you.
Lacey: Yeah. Can we drop this now?
Monica: Nope. The problem from what I could see, was you got cocky. Along with not feel like fighting...Bad combination.
Lacey: What the fuck do you expect from me? I am the devil's little sister. You know how I get.
Monica: Yeah. How you want everyone to worship you, and how you say you'll make them. But who's to say I can blame you. It's a fact to be proud of. On that note, if you're the devil's little sister, what does that make me?
Monica stopped massaging Lacey's hand. Lacey stretched it out, and smiled. She reached for her glass of scotch, and smirked.
Lacey: The devil's wife, of course.
Monica: Yeah. That I am.
Lacey raised her glass to that, and Monica clinked her glass against Lacey's,as they both began to devour the scotch. Once both girls were done, they put the glasses down, and shook off the initial feeling of the scotch.
Monica: Speaking of him, that's part of the reason why I'm here. To get your head on straight. I doubt you want Leon to do so, and considering that he saw the performance you put out there...Leon was especially not impressed with how you were defeated. Major step back.
Lacey: Yeah, well what's he going to do about it?
Monica: Nothing right now. But if you keep this up, then the UWA will be feeling the full wrath of hell soon enough. And not from you.
Lacey: Fuck.
Monica: Yeah. If you want to avoid Leon coming in, and taking over, you best better redeem yourself. And you have such a grand chance, even in loss, on this upcoming Mayhem.
Lacey: What? With Aerynn Donnelly?
Monica: Yup.
Lacey: Well, you can tell my brother, that he's not going to be disappointed.
Monica: Good to hear. But tell me why. Is it because she's throwing the longest temper tantrum, along with attempting to strong arm herself into a position she doesn't deserve?
Lacey: All of that, and more. Just....
Lacey began to chuckle a bit. Monica looked over, to see Lacey's insane smile had returned. Lacey was even shaking, like she was starting to go into some sort of self induced trance. The look she had was devoid of any good thoughts, and promised pain. Monica raised an eyebrow, curious to see how Lacey would act.
Lacey: Even now...hehehehe....wrecking that bitch up...hehe...Defeating her....Sad but true, it still means something. Maybe she is an obstacle that will help me in the end. All I know is, if she wants to play the bitch, she's doing it wrong.
Monica: Are you sure that's it?
Lacey's crazy smile faded, and turned into a scowl, and it looked like she snapped out of her trance. She quickly grabbed her glass, and threw it against the wall, shattering it. Monica gave Lacey a look of disappointment, but Lacey was not phased by it.
Lacey: No. It's also because she had the audacity to not bother to show up for her match against Vega. THEN she strong armed the boss. That don't sit well with me. Think I got my beautiful title by strong arming anyone? Hell no. I mindfucked the last champion, Amy Zing. Though it seemed she did it to herself. Point being I can appreciate her wanting a title shot, but not the way she got it, nor not bothering to show up for her match. You have any idea how many people she pissed off due to that alone?
Monica: Alot I take it?
Lacey: You have no idea. Not to mention just those attacks. She broke the all girl champs thing going on, and to two individuals who are just as bad as Kyle Travis.
Monica: Who?
Lacey: A fucken douche rag on the roster who thinks he's a legend, all because of a couple lucky victories in some backwater wrestling company that ain't even around. Needless to say, he's fucken annoying.
Monica: Fair enough.
Monica then smirked, as she pulled out her cellphone. Lacey looked at her oddly, but Monica still smiled, as she pressed her screen a couple times.
Monica: I have an idea Lacey. You're all fired up because of alot of circumstances around this match. Why not voice your thoughts now, while they are still fresh, and raw.
Lacey smiled, and nodded. She rand her fingers through her hair quickly, somewhat straightening out her hair a bit. Monica looked at Lacey, and nodded. Lacey took this as her cue to begin.
Lacey: I bet everyone is wondering why I didn't seem like myself last Mayhem. I mean just one Mayhem before, I soundly defeated Pauly O'Connor, one of the Irish dogs of Aerynn Donnelly. But last Mayhem, not so much. Well I'll get to that later. Right now, there is something else that needs to be discussed.
Lacey's smile faded away, and was once again, replaced by a scowl. Her other hand suddenly flared in pain for a second, and Lacey quickly rubbed it to soothe the pain.
Lacey: How dare my opponent, blatantly skip her match last week! I really don't give a fuck what she was thinking, actions like that will make you lose all credibility. Something which nobody wants to have, especially if they are a former world champion.
In case if any of you low-lifes forgot, my opponent this week is indeed Aerynn Donnelly, and what I'm referring to, is what happened last week on Mayhem, where she decided to NOT show up for her match, and THEN demand she have a world title match.
I'm sorry, but even as the devil's little sister, I find that fucken disgusting. Maybe if I was God's little sister, I'd like that, because we all know who the real evil in the universe is. What with him pretty much saying give up your thoughts and worship me for no apparent reason. Least I'm willing to show why I should be worshipped.
But that's getting off point here. The point is, whether anyone likes it or not, I'm going to go out there Donnelly, and I will correct your folly. Because unlike you, all the champions right now, minus Sang Real of course, actually have worked hard, where as you decided to demand a match.
Lacey was really showing how fired up she was. She got up off the couch, and Monica followed her, cellphone still recording what Lacey was saying and doing.
Lacey ran her fingers through her hair again, but it was a bit more rough, almost causing her hair to go all over the place again.
Lacey: I'll say this Aerynn. Right now, I'm not the only one who has thought all that. I can also tell you that you're going to have a very hard time getting away with what you have done. Under no circumstances, will you ever be UWA world champion so as long as you keep demanding shit like this. Had you earned it, cool. But no...You're just a whiny, insufferable, jealous bitch, because you want what you can't have.
But wait, what's this I hear you thinking? About how I'm really no different? How I did the same pretty much? Well yeah, I wanted this TV title, and as you all know, I got it. Difference is, I didn't demand the match. I lured Amy Zing into it, and rather easily as well. Oh I would have gotten my title shot either way, but it would have included alot more mindfuckery, long before I would have remotely considered threatening the boss.
Now though, your greed and sloth approach is going to cost you. It's going to cost you alot more then you think Aerynn. You can't hide behind your dogs forever, nor can you boast about not needing them. You can only lie so many times before the bullshit can't be hidden. You also can't expect things to be handed to you.
In fact, let me inform you about something. Think anyone wants to fight meaningless matches? Hell no. But we show up, even if our hearts aren't in it. I'll admit, I really didn't feel like fighting off another one of your dogs last Mayhem, and yeah, that cost me a win. But I sucked up my pride and went out there, putting some fucken effort in!
Lacey hissed for a second, before her crazy smile that she had been sporting recently, came back full on for the recording.
Lacey: I wonder what made you decide to go this route? Was it because you felt so mighty after taking out Brody Montgomery? Well news flash bitch...you NEEDED help to do so, and you could not actually defeat him. In fact, looking back now, your whole title reign, is a fucken joke! Your first defence was against on of your best friends, who I defeated to retain my title, just a few short weeks ago. But you defeating him...sounds almost political.
Then you had the fatal four-way with Arsenal. All hotties and better looking then you I might add, with the talent to back it up. Hell that's why they didn't look to out of place during that all girl segment with me recently. Yeah when you had that fatal four way, you won, but only barely. It was likely because you couldn't get it done yourself. Retaining over Kyle Travis, that's very easy to do. Then you went a long time without defending the title. When you finally did, you lost it to Jezsika Gautier, when she knocked you the fuck out. And guess what? Her first defence, was against a real man, and a real challenge. While I'd like to say that the Silver Baron should be champion, Jezsika has earned that right by defeating him. But you haven't. Hell, the people you defeated to become the champion, where the fuck are they now?
Face it Aerynn. You're nothing without somebody watching your boney ass. Oh I can practically hear you know, bitching and moaning how I'm not saying the truth. Deep down, you know that my words are digging deep, for they are exposing the truth!
Think you would have survived against the Children? HA! If it weren't for Arsenal, the children would have gotten you like they did Brody, and done alot worse things to you. Oh yeah, they would have fucken violated you in every single orifice, until you begged for them to fuck you! If you didn't have your dogs to save your ass, it wouldn't be Brody who's unable to wrestle for a while, it would be you. Wanna know how I figure this? It's because I could see that he was more then willing to hurt you badly, thus taking you out just to be rid of you, and then he'd be able to move on.
Lacey began to laugh. She was remembering the fight at Cataclysm, and how brutal it was, with Brody taking the victory. She remembered how they nearly took each other out, and the thought was actually getting her excited.
From behind the cellphone though, Monica shot Lacey a look that told her to calm down. Lacey sighed, and did indeed tried to calm down, and looked back at Monica.
Lacey: Where does that leave us though? Well once you're done trying to convince yourself of false greatness that almost rivals Kyle Travis, I will snap you back to reality. Try to get out of our match?You'll have proven me right. Have your mutts try to bail you out, or try to bite me? I'm right again. If you want to prove me wrong, then fight me bitch, with no excuses.
But see, even that will prove to be futile. See Aerynn, I'm not going to just defeat you. I'm going to fucken destroy you! I'm going to humiliate you in every way, that you'll be to afraid to show your face again, but knowing you, likely still will. But after all that, I'm going to do what Brody should have done. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make sure that when it's all said and done, you'll feel your soul being ripped out. Because this time, the reaper's scythe is coming for your head.
This isn't just the will of your hellfire goddess. This is also the will, of pretty much everyone in UWA. But also...I can feel it. The call for your soul. For you see Aerynn, whether or not he shows up in UWA ever, it is also the will of my brother!
Oh yes. He might be coming to UWA. While I'd rather him not right now, I will stand beside him, as we show you why we were baptized in fire, and why we are the true divine. But for now Aerynn, know this. Your soul, is mine. And come Mayhem, I will feat upon it.
Lacey began to laugh again. The laughter grew more and more insane with each passing second. Monica sighed, and turned off the recording. After a couple minutes, Lacey would calm herself down, but Monica knew that the look in Lacey's eyes, only meant that trouble was going to happen.
