Post by Violet Ripley on Apr 19, 2014 22:35:34 GMT -5
Usually I can't complain about my days and nights. Most of the time they go off without a hitch but for me the last few days have been nothing but a series of garbage.
The rejection that Drake had dealt me was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. I was almost there, ready for him, waiting but still nervous and then... he just left. Maybe he didn't know about how inexperienced I really was.
I mean technically this body wasn't innocent, but I didn't remember that one night Mack had. This was totally new for me but I guess it was without the inconveniences that most girls faced during that 'first' time.
But this... this scared him off and I was left most of that night doubting whether this wasn't all just some game bigger than the one we were actually playing. I didn't like being outplayed and I certainly didn't like being strung along either.
I'd spend the last few days getting cryptic messages from Drake. It bothered me because it seemed liked everything had changed just because of something I didn't have. Although the fact that I'd been willing to tweet a picture of myself wearing his little gift seemed to shock him enough to keep talking.
I step off the roller coaster, truly amazed at how thrilling it really was, why hadn't I tried this earlier? Maybe it was because I'd been in places full of snow and cold but I absolutely loved it.... I had no recollection whether or not Mack liked them and I really didn't care.
I hear my phone go off and instead of a usual tweet it's actually a text. Peculiar.
DH: Time to test your loyalty my princess
Dafaq?
V: Haven't I already proven my worth?
DH: This is different.
V: So, what else do you need me to do?
I'm rolling my eyes. If it was putting on more pretty underwear that wasn't a problem.
DH: A Rooster.
I stop and stare at my phone. A Rooster. How the hell did he know? Maybe it was weird but I had a fear of roosters. They were evil creatures with their beady eyes and sharp talons and what the hell was with that thing on their head...
V: But I can't do that...
DH: Sure you can. Give it a big Kiss
What?! What kind of a bloody test was this?
He doesn't answer my next text. Reluctantly I start looking up petting zoos and farms on my phone. Thankfully I find one not far from where I am. I'm still wondering how he found out about my fear.
It takes me the better part of 10 minutes to get there and of course, it costs money. 9 bucks plus tax... almost the remainder of my cash from my LAW pay check which had paid for a whole lot of flights the last few weeks. Extra trips I'd taken to follow him around which I had thought was more than proving my loyalty.
I take a big deep breath before going toward the fenced in area advertising animals of the fowl persuasion...and of course... the only bloody Rooster is not only albino but has beady red eyes and looks straight at me. fuck this little asshole wants to eat my soul. I can't let it near my face, I won't have one left.
I pace the fence where other people are going in to pet the other birds. Children are going in there with no fear and here I was, nearly 22 and afraid of a bird.... but he was the spawn of Satan.
He was a bastard. Sucking in my breath I walk into the enclosure with a bunch of kids that can't be more than 5 or 6. They all go toward the newborn chicks but I keep walking, slowly toward this Cock standing proud above all the other birds. I stop when it stares at me again. It's kinda like a Mexican standoff. Me, debating with myself about whether this was worth it, and him... daring me to get close.
One of the workers sees me stock still and walks over.
"Have you ever pet a rooster before?"
I shake my head, still weary and watching the bird to make sure he can't sneak up on me.
"Well this one is very gentle."
Bullshit. Looking like that?
"Did you want to try and pet him?"
She takes my hand and tries to lead me toward the demon bird. I do let her get me close enough that I can smell how disgusting he is. Ug.
"I kinda wanted to... uh.. get a picture..."
"Sure I can take it for you. You want me to take it while you pet him?"
I nod. I get close enough that I'm only a few inches from his beak.
"Listen bird. You're going to let me kiss you and then you're not going to scratch me, eat my face or steal my soul. Do we have an understanding? You should feel privileged that you even get such an honour from me. Got it?"
I swear I see him nod his head at me. See... definitely demon incarnate.
I do it quickly, closing my eyes I make the trademark duck face and go in to kiss the bird on the side of it's head. I hear the snap of my phone camera and the worker gives a giggle.
"That was cute. Would you mind emailing that to me?"
I take the girls email and do it right there. She picks up her own phone and gives a big goofy smile and thanks me. Right. whatever. I hightail it out of there but not before turning to see that evil bird giving me what looks to be a smirk. Could poultry smirk? Well this one could for sure.
You won this round you evil cock, but you won't win the war!
I immediately get congratulatory tweets and texts from him. I even remark that I wanted to drink Gasoline.
Dh: I know a better way to get the taste out of ur mouth
V: OH?
Here I am hoping he's going to stop this stupidity
DH: Some coffee
Well that's nice... something I can do for sure.
V: Now ur talking
Dh: Don't forget the ice
What the hell? Something else I had a thing against and here he had known about it without me telling him.
V: Fucker!
I'm sure this has him in stitches. Ass was enjoying my discomfort and I had no idea why. This was how he treated other people, not his princess. Not a woman not a few days ago he had said was so imperfect she was perfect.
There's a starbucks right outside this goddamn hellbarn of demon fowl and I walk over. He wanted me to get iced coffee. I hated cold coffee, it was not only sacrilege it was disgusting.
What added to this was the fact that the line was all the way out of the store. Really? and everyone leaving had some kind of frozen drink. I cringe every time I see the clear cup filled with creamy brown only to be destroyed by a sea of ice.
Finally I get to the counter and give the barista my order, officially eating up the last of my cash. I snap a picture of it. There I bought one. Something I had vowed never to do. But wouldn't you know it he wanted me to drink the foulness in liquid form.
Well at least this wasn't nearly as bad as kissing a possessed bird. I take a sip for the picture as I'm getting comfortable in the back of the cab. The cabby looks at me weird as I take it. Of course the asshole wants several pictures of me drinking it all at different levels, further proving I've actually drank it.
So after convincing myself not to vomit I manage to get two thirds of it down before his texts seemed satisfied. I get out at my motel. A cheap little place that I can barely afford, where I'd ended up after my one expensive night at the Plaza, only to be stopped by the front desk staff.
"Miss Cooper... I'm afraid that your card has declined for another night."
I raise my eyebrow. Shit. All the flights that weren't for work were all out of pocket. I really did have to keep a better eye on my finances.
"I'm going to need either another credit card or we'll have to ask you to check out."
Lovely. Now I was homeless and penniless. If that wasn't proof enough of my loyalty nothing should be. I get a call this time but it's not from him.
"This Violet?"
"Yes..."
"Ya your man just made you an appointment with us for a half hour. We're to give you a basic manicure, new polish, clean up and stuff. He wanted me to call you and let you know and give you the address."
I jot it down while she tells me on a pad of paper from my purse.
I tweet about my circumstance and instantly E is there with a save. I did appreciate his wanting to help me but I'd be damned if Drake wasn't going to reimburse me in spades for this terrible night.
Then a cab pulls up beside me, and the window rolls down.
"You Violet?"
I narrow my eyes.
"I've been pre paid by someone named Hunter to take you to an appointment."
I'm steaming. He really was pushing my buttons but why? He knew how I got when I was angry, why push me to the absolute brink and with things that although seemed insignificant to others, really got to me. I was very particular about my nails. This he did know and I knew he knew.
Then a tweet, telling me that I wasn't allowed to argue with the staff about what they did. Fuck me. Really?
I sit for the half hour, doing the routine washing and drying and then the woman brings out the polish. Wait... is that...sparkles.... no... and Blue?!
I have to grind my teeth to keep from yelling at this woman as she applies it. I leave the shop at my absolute brink of anger and the first thing I do is start texting anybody I know that might know where he is and fortunately for me he hasn't been all that careful about hiding his location. I'm already at his hotel by the time he's responded to me and told me the address.
I nearly pound down his door when he opens it. He's wearing Jeans...something I wasn't expecting but had expressed how much I enjoyed and his shirt, although a button down is open, showing his skin and amazing pecks. My breath catches in my throat making me momentarily forget why I'd come and why I'd been so angry with him.
He takes my hand and pulls me into the room...and I realize that he's not sharing this room with Trent this time. It's a single. I look back at his smirk and it re-ignites my anger.
"I want answers Hunter. And I want them now!"
"You aren't the first to come to where I live and demand answers but you are certainly the most beautiful to do it."
I try to ignore the compliment that he always seems to use on me.
"Why did you run out of me in Louisville?"
He gives me a smile before answering.....
***
"Zelda Knite. First let me just say that your a fake floozy."
{She laughs as she looks at the camera, hysterics that seem almost fake and then she looks back up at the camera with dead seriousness in her eyes, her eyes going so amber coloured that you would believe that there was something else going on behind their depths besides the serious personality disorder the woman who owned them possessed. Behind her is pure blackness, not giving any clues as to where she is.}
"Now that might be what something you would have said since out of everything you said the best insults you came up with were 'skank' and Goomba? What the fuck is a Goomba? Maybe if you used real words I might actually feel like anything you said had even an ounce of meaningful thought. OH wow.. you're besties with Sparky Brewster. Now she's hiring air heads to do her fighting for her."
{She starts clapping, mockingly}
"It doesn't matter how long it took me to get a win over Sparky because tell me how many times did that sorry excuse for a woman pin me or make me submit... oh wait... that's right ZERO! Please.. don't try and tell me that your tag team is the best when A... you haven't even had a match. And B) it consists of two wrestlers that mean absolutely nothing in LAW. That's right. I don't give a fuck what you did before...because as I've said countless times before... what you did before doesn't mean anything. I won the marquee title.. twice actually for all intensive purposes and as much as you want to say it's not as good as Kate's World title. it's still a title. Something you presently do not possess....so sit down before your hurt your little bubble head full of fluff."
{She looks down at her shoulder where the marquee title sits and smiles before looking back at the camera}
"Jealousy knows many names, and you know what, you and Sparky make good partners considering you both have title envy...not to mention that you're jealous that I am as good as I am only 8 months out... well I guess it's closer to 10 months now isn't it. You want to try and lord 1 loss over my head be my guest. Fact of the matter is that bitch is GONE. Do I need to spell that word out for you since you don't seem to understand English very well? That Barbie took a one way ticket back to Malibu and you are just another idiot lining up to be demolished, and I tell you what... when you lose I'll make sure to have your ticket ready to go so that you can leave quickly and quietly."
{She moves and the camera watches as she takes a seat}
"You know. I'm getting a little tired of the trash talking that the women of LAW seem to resort too. Calling each other Whores, bitches and Skanks. I must admit, I use Bitch quite a lot but I never call any woman a whore. The word is used incorrectly in my opinion but your use of that Word just lacks creativity. I mean in the whole of the English dictionary you can't think to come up with anything better than Skank? Seriously? I'm very disappointed in you Legend of Zelda. I got this ray of hope that based on all this hype about you that I'd get something a little better than "I'm going to kick your ass you skank because my girl couldn't cut it in the ring." and then rumour has it that you don't even want to be tag partners with her anyway... not that I really blame her I mean the girl can't seem to get a win to save her life... I'd be leery about that as well."
{She picks at a hang nail and lets out a yelp when she pulls it out and immediately sticks her finger in her mouth. The black polish on her fingers is chipped and in need of a fresh coat}
"I think you might have let that little know it all Carmen's prediction get to your head. Just because some chick who's never been in a ring tries to say that I'm too tired to fight you off doesn't mean her assessment should be taken as the word of God. After all.. God is a myth. It actually kinda diminishes your character a little that you are 'settling' on sparky with the hope that Roxi is going to come out of that coma and realize that you're there... As far as I knew, she didn't trust a damn person in the wrestling business right now, friend of foe...so don't hold your breath... wait... actually that's an awesome idea. Hold your breath. Hold it until she comes back to her little hero personality and wants to save all those pathetic people that didn't do a damn thing for her when this guy Cyrus decided to just take her home with him and fill her head with pretty little ideas. But you know what... good luck with that..."
{She starts laughing hysterically again}
"Wow I almost got through that with a straight face. Like I'd wish you luck? Pfft. You obviously haven't been paying attention to everything I am and all I do....and you're right not to insult me by saying that you'll shock me with your somehow super amazing skills and by the way the whole 'like' valley girl thing didn't go unnoticed. Please don't tell me you expect me to take you seriously while your talking like a typical Barbie. This is a new era so as I said... your past... this supposed AMAZING past that makes you somehow the best wrestler in LAW with only one win under your belt... ya.. sorry sweetie it doesn't really hold that much water. What's that saying.. I gotta see it to believe it? Ya... that one. However I take every challenger seriously.. to a point. I take the fact that it's my sworn duty to make all the pretty little barbies suffer just for being alive pretty serious but if you expect respect... or for me to seriously get in that ring with you and think that you are even an immediate threat to me then please... maybe you need a psych evaluation more than I do..."
{She shakes her head, her strawberry red hair flipping in the process}
"I don't need to stand here and give some garbage speech about how I'm one of if not the best in LAW because the proof is right here."
{She lovingly pets her belt}
"So you tell yourself whatever you need to get yourself to sleep each night, you say whatever words you think will give you some validation but know this... None of it means a damn thing to me. I learned a long time ago that people will say whatever they have to, to get what they want. Just like you're going to stand in front of a camera and tell everyone that you're the best without any real proof. Proof is everything baby girl. Where is your proof? As I said.. mine has been sitting on my shoulder or on my waist for nearly a month. Yes, Katey has the world... for now. But I'm second to that, at least in theory and I hope you haven't forgotten that. I am ruthless. I take no prisoners. and best of all I'm chaotic. That means that I don't have plans. I don't think for months, weeks or even days about what I'm going to do someone who decides to stand up to me. I just react and well seems to me that, that has worked pretty well. I'm not going to tell you I'm the best... no... I don't need to pump my own ego like that. I don't need to say it out loud to prove something. I prove it when I wake up in the morning. That's called confidence. That's called I don't give a fuck what you say actually. Words... all just pretty little words and that's all you got legend of Zelda. And legend is what they will call this when I lay you flat on your back, but I'm sure you're used to that position so it won't be anything new to you."
{She grins from ear to ear before wiggling her fingers at the camera and giving a wink}
"Until we meet in that ring Zeldie. I hope you don't get too upset about losing... or about my laughter as it follows you up the ramp. tootles babe."
{She blows a kiss before the camera goes completely dark}
The rejection that Drake had dealt me was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. I was almost there, ready for him, waiting but still nervous and then... he just left. Maybe he didn't know about how inexperienced I really was.
I mean technically this body wasn't innocent, but I didn't remember that one night Mack had. This was totally new for me but I guess it was without the inconveniences that most girls faced during that 'first' time.
But this... this scared him off and I was left most of that night doubting whether this wasn't all just some game bigger than the one we were actually playing. I didn't like being outplayed and I certainly didn't like being strung along either.
I'd spend the last few days getting cryptic messages from Drake. It bothered me because it seemed liked everything had changed just because of something I didn't have. Although the fact that I'd been willing to tweet a picture of myself wearing his little gift seemed to shock him enough to keep talking.
I step off the roller coaster, truly amazed at how thrilling it really was, why hadn't I tried this earlier? Maybe it was because I'd been in places full of snow and cold but I absolutely loved it.... I had no recollection whether or not Mack liked them and I really didn't care.
I hear my phone go off and instead of a usual tweet it's actually a text. Peculiar.
DH: Time to test your loyalty my princess
Dafaq?
V: Haven't I already proven my worth?
DH: This is different.
V: So, what else do you need me to do?
I'm rolling my eyes. If it was putting on more pretty underwear that wasn't a problem.
DH: A Rooster.
I stop and stare at my phone. A Rooster. How the hell did he know? Maybe it was weird but I had a fear of roosters. They were evil creatures with their beady eyes and sharp talons and what the hell was with that thing on their head...
V: But I can't do that...
DH: Sure you can. Give it a big Kiss
What?! What kind of a bloody test was this?
He doesn't answer my next text. Reluctantly I start looking up petting zoos and farms on my phone. Thankfully I find one not far from where I am. I'm still wondering how he found out about my fear.
It takes me the better part of 10 minutes to get there and of course, it costs money. 9 bucks plus tax... almost the remainder of my cash from my LAW pay check which had paid for a whole lot of flights the last few weeks. Extra trips I'd taken to follow him around which I had thought was more than proving my loyalty.
I take a big deep breath before going toward the fenced in area advertising animals of the fowl persuasion...and of course... the only bloody Rooster is not only albino but has beady red eyes and looks straight at me. fuck this little asshole wants to eat my soul. I can't let it near my face, I won't have one left.
I pace the fence where other people are going in to pet the other birds. Children are going in there with no fear and here I was, nearly 22 and afraid of a bird.... but he was the spawn of Satan.
He was a bastard. Sucking in my breath I walk into the enclosure with a bunch of kids that can't be more than 5 or 6. They all go toward the newborn chicks but I keep walking, slowly toward this Cock standing proud above all the other birds. I stop when it stares at me again. It's kinda like a Mexican standoff. Me, debating with myself about whether this was worth it, and him... daring me to get close.
One of the workers sees me stock still and walks over.
"Have you ever pet a rooster before?"
I shake my head, still weary and watching the bird to make sure he can't sneak up on me.
"Well this one is very gentle."
Bullshit. Looking like that?
"Did you want to try and pet him?"
She takes my hand and tries to lead me toward the demon bird. I do let her get me close enough that I can smell how disgusting he is. Ug.
"I kinda wanted to... uh.. get a picture..."
"Sure I can take it for you. You want me to take it while you pet him?"
I nod. I get close enough that I'm only a few inches from his beak.
"Listen bird. You're going to let me kiss you and then you're not going to scratch me, eat my face or steal my soul. Do we have an understanding? You should feel privileged that you even get such an honour from me. Got it?"
I swear I see him nod his head at me. See... definitely demon incarnate.
I do it quickly, closing my eyes I make the trademark duck face and go in to kiss the bird on the side of it's head. I hear the snap of my phone camera and the worker gives a giggle.
"That was cute. Would you mind emailing that to me?"
I take the girls email and do it right there. She picks up her own phone and gives a big goofy smile and thanks me. Right. whatever. I hightail it out of there but not before turning to see that evil bird giving me what looks to be a smirk. Could poultry smirk? Well this one could for sure.
You won this round you evil cock, but you won't win the war!
I immediately get congratulatory tweets and texts from him. I even remark that I wanted to drink Gasoline.
Dh: I know a better way to get the taste out of ur mouth
V: OH?
Here I am hoping he's going to stop this stupidity
DH: Some coffee
Well that's nice... something I can do for sure.
V: Now ur talking
Dh: Don't forget the ice
What the hell? Something else I had a thing against and here he had known about it without me telling him.
V: Fucker!
I'm sure this has him in stitches. Ass was enjoying my discomfort and I had no idea why. This was how he treated other people, not his princess. Not a woman not a few days ago he had said was so imperfect she was perfect.
There's a starbucks right outside this goddamn hellbarn of demon fowl and I walk over. He wanted me to get iced coffee. I hated cold coffee, it was not only sacrilege it was disgusting.
What added to this was the fact that the line was all the way out of the store. Really? and everyone leaving had some kind of frozen drink. I cringe every time I see the clear cup filled with creamy brown only to be destroyed by a sea of ice.
Finally I get to the counter and give the barista my order, officially eating up the last of my cash. I snap a picture of it. There I bought one. Something I had vowed never to do. But wouldn't you know it he wanted me to drink the foulness in liquid form.
Well at least this wasn't nearly as bad as kissing a possessed bird. I take a sip for the picture as I'm getting comfortable in the back of the cab. The cabby looks at me weird as I take it. Of course the asshole wants several pictures of me drinking it all at different levels, further proving I've actually drank it.
So after convincing myself not to vomit I manage to get two thirds of it down before his texts seemed satisfied. I get out at my motel. A cheap little place that I can barely afford, where I'd ended up after my one expensive night at the Plaza, only to be stopped by the front desk staff.
"Miss Cooper... I'm afraid that your card has declined for another night."
I raise my eyebrow. Shit. All the flights that weren't for work were all out of pocket. I really did have to keep a better eye on my finances.
"I'm going to need either another credit card or we'll have to ask you to check out."
Lovely. Now I was homeless and penniless. If that wasn't proof enough of my loyalty nothing should be. I get a call this time but it's not from him.
"This Violet?"
"Yes..."
"Ya your man just made you an appointment with us for a half hour. We're to give you a basic manicure, new polish, clean up and stuff. He wanted me to call you and let you know and give you the address."
I jot it down while she tells me on a pad of paper from my purse.
I tweet about my circumstance and instantly E is there with a save. I did appreciate his wanting to help me but I'd be damned if Drake wasn't going to reimburse me in spades for this terrible night.
Then a cab pulls up beside me, and the window rolls down.
"You Violet?"
I narrow my eyes.
"I've been pre paid by someone named Hunter to take you to an appointment."
I'm steaming. He really was pushing my buttons but why? He knew how I got when I was angry, why push me to the absolute brink and with things that although seemed insignificant to others, really got to me. I was very particular about my nails. This he did know and I knew he knew.
Then a tweet, telling me that I wasn't allowed to argue with the staff about what they did. Fuck me. Really?
I sit for the half hour, doing the routine washing and drying and then the woman brings out the polish. Wait... is that...sparkles.... no... and Blue?!
I have to grind my teeth to keep from yelling at this woman as she applies it. I leave the shop at my absolute brink of anger and the first thing I do is start texting anybody I know that might know where he is and fortunately for me he hasn't been all that careful about hiding his location. I'm already at his hotel by the time he's responded to me and told me the address.
I nearly pound down his door when he opens it. He's wearing Jeans...something I wasn't expecting but had expressed how much I enjoyed and his shirt, although a button down is open, showing his skin and amazing pecks. My breath catches in my throat making me momentarily forget why I'd come and why I'd been so angry with him.
He takes my hand and pulls me into the room...and I realize that he's not sharing this room with Trent this time. It's a single. I look back at his smirk and it re-ignites my anger.
"I want answers Hunter. And I want them now!"
"You aren't the first to come to where I live and demand answers but you are certainly the most beautiful to do it."
I try to ignore the compliment that he always seems to use on me.
"Why did you run out of me in Louisville?"
He gives me a smile before answering.....
***
"Zelda Knite. First let me just say that your a fake floozy."
{She laughs as she looks at the camera, hysterics that seem almost fake and then she looks back up at the camera with dead seriousness in her eyes, her eyes going so amber coloured that you would believe that there was something else going on behind their depths besides the serious personality disorder the woman who owned them possessed. Behind her is pure blackness, not giving any clues as to where she is.}
"Now that might be what something you would have said since out of everything you said the best insults you came up with were 'skank' and Goomba? What the fuck is a Goomba? Maybe if you used real words I might actually feel like anything you said had even an ounce of meaningful thought. OH wow.. you're besties with Sparky Brewster. Now she's hiring air heads to do her fighting for her."
{She starts clapping, mockingly}
"It doesn't matter how long it took me to get a win over Sparky because tell me how many times did that sorry excuse for a woman pin me or make me submit... oh wait... that's right ZERO! Please.. don't try and tell me that your tag team is the best when A... you haven't even had a match. And B) it consists of two wrestlers that mean absolutely nothing in LAW. That's right. I don't give a fuck what you did before...because as I've said countless times before... what you did before doesn't mean anything. I won the marquee title.. twice actually for all intensive purposes and as much as you want to say it's not as good as Kate's World title. it's still a title. Something you presently do not possess....so sit down before your hurt your little bubble head full of fluff."
{She looks down at her shoulder where the marquee title sits and smiles before looking back at the camera}
"Jealousy knows many names, and you know what, you and Sparky make good partners considering you both have title envy...not to mention that you're jealous that I am as good as I am only 8 months out... well I guess it's closer to 10 months now isn't it. You want to try and lord 1 loss over my head be my guest. Fact of the matter is that bitch is GONE. Do I need to spell that word out for you since you don't seem to understand English very well? That Barbie took a one way ticket back to Malibu and you are just another idiot lining up to be demolished, and I tell you what... when you lose I'll make sure to have your ticket ready to go so that you can leave quickly and quietly."
{She moves and the camera watches as she takes a seat}
"You know. I'm getting a little tired of the trash talking that the women of LAW seem to resort too. Calling each other Whores, bitches and Skanks. I must admit, I use Bitch quite a lot but I never call any woman a whore. The word is used incorrectly in my opinion but your use of that Word just lacks creativity. I mean in the whole of the English dictionary you can't think to come up with anything better than Skank? Seriously? I'm very disappointed in you Legend of Zelda. I got this ray of hope that based on all this hype about you that I'd get something a little better than "I'm going to kick your ass you skank because my girl couldn't cut it in the ring." and then rumour has it that you don't even want to be tag partners with her anyway... not that I really blame her I mean the girl can't seem to get a win to save her life... I'd be leery about that as well."
{She picks at a hang nail and lets out a yelp when she pulls it out and immediately sticks her finger in her mouth. The black polish on her fingers is chipped and in need of a fresh coat}
"I think you might have let that little know it all Carmen's prediction get to your head. Just because some chick who's never been in a ring tries to say that I'm too tired to fight you off doesn't mean her assessment should be taken as the word of God. After all.. God is a myth. It actually kinda diminishes your character a little that you are 'settling' on sparky with the hope that Roxi is going to come out of that coma and realize that you're there... As far as I knew, she didn't trust a damn person in the wrestling business right now, friend of foe...so don't hold your breath... wait... actually that's an awesome idea. Hold your breath. Hold it until she comes back to her little hero personality and wants to save all those pathetic people that didn't do a damn thing for her when this guy Cyrus decided to just take her home with him and fill her head with pretty little ideas. But you know what... good luck with that..."
{She starts laughing hysterically again}
"Wow I almost got through that with a straight face. Like I'd wish you luck? Pfft. You obviously haven't been paying attention to everything I am and all I do....and you're right not to insult me by saying that you'll shock me with your somehow super amazing skills and by the way the whole 'like' valley girl thing didn't go unnoticed. Please don't tell me you expect me to take you seriously while your talking like a typical Barbie. This is a new era so as I said... your past... this supposed AMAZING past that makes you somehow the best wrestler in LAW with only one win under your belt... ya.. sorry sweetie it doesn't really hold that much water. What's that saying.. I gotta see it to believe it? Ya... that one. However I take every challenger seriously.. to a point. I take the fact that it's my sworn duty to make all the pretty little barbies suffer just for being alive pretty serious but if you expect respect... or for me to seriously get in that ring with you and think that you are even an immediate threat to me then please... maybe you need a psych evaluation more than I do..."
{She shakes her head, her strawberry red hair flipping in the process}
"I don't need to stand here and give some garbage speech about how I'm one of if not the best in LAW because the proof is right here."
{She lovingly pets her belt}
"So you tell yourself whatever you need to get yourself to sleep each night, you say whatever words you think will give you some validation but know this... None of it means a damn thing to me. I learned a long time ago that people will say whatever they have to, to get what they want. Just like you're going to stand in front of a camera and tell everyone that you're the best without any real proof. Proof is everything baby girl. Where is your proof? As I said.. mine has been sitting on my shoulder or on my waist for nearly a month. Yes, Katey has the world... for now. But I'm second to that, at least in theory and I hope you haven't forgotten that. I am ruthless. I take no prisoners. and best of all I'm chaotic. That means that I don't have plans. I don't think for months, weeks or even days about what I'm going to do someone who decides to stand up to me. I just react and well seems to me that, that has worked pretty well. I'm not going to tell you I'm the best... no... I don't need to pump my own ego like that. I don't need to say it out loud to prove something. I prove it when I wake up in the morning. That's called confidence. That's called I don't give a fuck what you say actually. Words... all just pretty little words and that's all you got legend of Zelda. And legend is what they will call this when I lay you flat on your back, but I'm sure you're used to that position so it won't be anything new to you."
{She grins from ear to ear before wiggling her fingers at the camera and giving a wink}
"Until we meet in that ring Zeldie. I hope you don't get too upset about losing... or about my laughter as it follows you up the ramp. tootles babe."
{She blows a kiss before the camera goes completely dark}