Post by Ana (Valentine) Jones on Nov 20, 2015 15:48:55 GMT -5
"Okay... Okay.... Hold on a moment because I have hit rewind and replay on this backwards bitch thirteen times already and I still don't think I am hearing her correctly...."
Ana turns and looks at Crystal with a cocked eyebrow....
"How in the fuck are these two dumb-ass clowns Champions?! What, did someone take a shit break and miss the match or something, seriously Crys, explain this to me because surely... SURELY.... To be a Champion you need your shit in order?!"
Before Crystal can reply to the still ranting Ana, a voice carries from the doorway with a lilt of humor to it...
"Aw, what's up? Don't like being referred to as the weak link?"
Ana scowls at Amber and drops her phone onto the couch with a shrug "I was more offended by the sweetheart shit..."
Amber nods slightly and shrugs; "You are many things but not one of them is sweet...." Ana narrows her eyes at her partner, "Because you're a fucking unicorn farting rainbows all over the place..."
Crystal sighs audibly, stepping into the line of vision between Amber and Ana, facing Amber with a tight smile "Be the bigger person... Please...."
Ana scoffs "She is, look at her ass!"
Amber slips round Crystal to slap Ana upside the head, but Ana just laughs and shrugs.. "Still worth it!"
"Where's Quinn?" Crystal asks clearly attempting to change the subject from their squabbling... "With the Manny!" Amber calls out from behind the couch with a laugh and Ana shakes her head with a sigh...
"Alex took her back for the week, figured I needed to focus what with the infamous comedienne as my partner..." Ana and Amber snarl at each other and Crystal sighs once again...
"Could you two just grow up?! Seriously!" Amber stomps over to where Crystal is and folds her arms over her chest with a huff "Fiiiiine!" she mutters and Ana half nods, when a knock at the door distracts all three and Ana smirks, glancing at Crystal...
"Well Crys, you're about to get a chance to practice what you preach!" Crystal narrows her eyes at Ana, who calls out for whoever it is to let themselves in; a young tallish blonde with blue tips to her hair and blue eyes that match Ana's near perfectly steps in with a grin.
Crystal groans, as does Amber as Ana's niece Eliza drops her bag at the door.... "Fuck... What is this... torture your niece day?!" Ana laughs and shrugs... "Crystal was just telling us how we should all get along...."
Ana slides off the couch and wraps an arm around Crystal's shoulders with a smirk "We're all going to bestest friends.... Right Crys?!"
"Am I boring you?" she smiled then, shaking her head quickly and looking back to me... "No... No... It's just Eliza is..." I sigh and turn around to watch my niece at the bar, chatting up one of the servers in that casually chatty way young girls do... I looked back to Crystal with a frown....
"She's just flirting Crys..." Crystal frowned and looked back to me... "Does Alex let you flirt with women?" I choked on the sip of wine I was taking, half laughing and half spluttering to swallow the gulp down and respond.
"Let me... We both know I am not one to be 'let' to do anything..." Crystal half smiled with a nod and I leaned back to quickly check on Eliza again... "But no, I don't flirt with women... or men. I am also married with a baby... Eliza and Austin are..."
"Borderline incest" that obnoxious British accent chimed in and it was my turn to frown... "Oh you made it... Yay..." I waved a half-assed hand in the air, mocking a celebration as Amber sat down next to Crystal.
"And no, unlike your dear hubby and his sister AMBER...." she bit her bottom lip... Hard... I pissed her off, good... "Austin and Eliza are not related... Or even official... He loves her and she's..."
"A Valentine." this time, my best friend with the quip and I rolled my eyes at her... "Yes, exactly Crys....." I flipped her off discreetly behind my glass and she laughed, shrugging unapologetically...
"Well. As lovely as this little trip down the Valentine Skank Lane has been... I just swung by to remind you that you agreed to train with me again tomorrow... This ones for the title so... Try to be on time... Just once." I offered Amber a little saulte and a bow...
"Yes Massa... Anything you say!" Amber narrowed her eyes at me before parting with a growl of annoyance.. "Whatever, just fucking show up. And bring your gear!"
I'm a little childish when I drink so I mimed her words at her disappearing back and Crystal, who is easily influenced when drinking, laughed and copied along, before I turned back to her with a sly smile...
"That girl needs a fucking Orgasm..." Crystal nodded quietly, swirling her wine around her glass.... "Don't we all."
Emerald green eyes full of anger and resentment stared back at me, her pale hands almost glowed against the black leather of her jacket as she quietly stared across the table at me...
"You are a .... Good Person." I spat the end of my sentence out with a scowl and a mocked gag... Crystal sighed audibly but didn't comment as Amber leaned a little closer across the table.
"You're very.... Talented." she sneered back at me, but behind the curl of her lip was something else for the first time ever....
"I respect the way you have stood up as a woman both professionally and personally..." I sighed, folding my own arms now as her gaze softened slightly and she let out a long... slow... Breath....
"I respect your decorated career... And your ability to balance your personal life with the life of a pro wrestler." I groaned slightly, both giving and receiving compliments was more torturous than any submission move I could picture... I lost myself for a moment imagining wrapping my body around hers and pulling just right so both her shoulders popped and...
"Great! Now hug...." Crystal half-joked and Amber growled out a response before I could... "Don't push your luck." pushing away from the table, Amber stalked across the room...
"Hey, where are you going?!"
"To get some sleep... Training. Tomorrow. 7am!"
"SEVEN!?" I blanched, glancing up at the clock in the gym that glowed 02:00
"Problem, Valentine?" the Brit bitch sneered at me as she reached the door, I shook my head... Never show weakness....
"Make it six thirty.." I smirked...
"You're on!" she laughed and left the gym, as I glanced to Crystal who bawked....
"I will not be here at six thirty... or seven...."
"Way to set an example." I smirked... Again pushing the would-be mediators buttons but she just shrugged me off with a smile...
"Admit it, a small part of you liked that... Not being 'on' not having to be THE Ana Valentine for a second and just being real..." I groaned and shrugged, wanting to change the subject, but I'm never that lucky... "You can't fool me AnaBanana!" Crystal laughed....
"You like her... I know you do...."
"Prove it." I scoffed, pushing away from the table as my bed called my name....
"I don't have to..." Crystal called after me... "I'm not the one trying to convince anyone of anything."
Ana turns and looks at Crystal with a cocked eyebrow....
"How in the fuck are these two dumb-ass clowns Champions?! What, did someone take a shit break and miss the match or something, seriously Crys, explain this to me because surely... SURELY.... To be a Champion you need your shit in order?!"
Before Crystal can reply to the still ranting Ana, a voice carries from the doorway with a lilt of humor to it...
"Aw, what's up? Don't like being referred to as the weak link?"
Ana scowls at Amber and drops her phone onto the couch with a shrug "I was more offended by the sweetheart shit..."
Amber nods slightly and shrugs; "You are many things but not one of them is sweet...." Ana narrows her eyes at her partner, "Because you're a fucking unicorn farting rainbows all over the place..."
Crystal sighs audibly, stepping into the line of vision between Amber and Ana, facing Amber with a tight smile "Be the bigger person... Please...."
Ana scoffs "She is, look at her ass!"
Amber slips round Crystal to slap Ana upside the head, but Ana just laughs and shrugs.. "Still worth it!"
"Where's Quinn?" Crystal asks clearly attempting to change the subject from their squabbling... "With the Manny!" Amber calls out from behind the couch with a laugh and Ana shakes her head with a sigh...
"Alex took her back for the week, figured I needed to focus what with the infamous comedienne as my partner..." Ana and Amber snarl at each other and Crystal sighs once again...
"Could you two just grow up?! Seriously!" Amber stomps over to where Crystal is and folds her arms over her chest with a huff "Fiiiiine!" she mutters and Ana half nods, when a knock at the door distracts all three and Ana smirks, glancing at Crystal...
"Well Crys, you're about to get a chance to practice what you preach!" Crystal narrows her eyes at Ana, who calls out for whoever it is to let themselves in; a young tallish blonde with blue tips to her hair and blue eyes that match Ana's near perfectly steps in with a grin.
Crystal groans, as does Amber as Ana's niece Eliza drops her bag at the door.... "Fuck... What is this... torture your niece day?!" Ana laughs and shrugs... "Crystal was just telling us how we should all get along...."
Ana slides off the couch and wraps an arm around Crystal's shoulders with a smirk "We're all going to bestest friends.... Right Crys?!"
Listen up girlies, I don't know what you've been doing these past couple of weeks, but clearly, it wasn't paying attention! So allow me, a veteran with more experience, talent and knowledge of the business in my little finger than the two of you share, to explain some things to you;
As Champions, it is your RESPONSIBILITY to know your opponents - throwing word vomit at the wall and praying something sticks doesn't fucking cut it when gleaming little prizes hang around your undeserving waists... No, no; you have to intimidate us, make us see why you are the Champions...
And heads up Twisted Sistah, that doesn't include fake inane little ramblings where you try and look crazy and can't even do THAT well... Nor does it include taking people at face value and watching what... thirty seconds of an old tape on one half of your opponents and bleating on like the uneducated trash you are...
I'll give it to the girls of LAW you sure know how to have fucked up, overly-creative names that distract from what worthless piss ants you are in the ring for all of five seconds; but when it comes to putting up; you're as ineffectual as the so-called road block from last week!
See, when I say I am going to do something I DO IT! As a MULTI time Champion and Hall of Famer, I know my shit. I know that you 'Christine' are a daddy-issued up little wannabe goth with a chip on her shoulder about never being picked first... I know those seemingly random little rants you laughably call a promo against us are actually so scripted, even a two year old could parrot them....
You are nothing but a wobbly show pony on her first outing and you better fucking believe I will put your ass in the glue factory faster than you can say Dog Food!
Now, onto the little girl playing 'Queen' honey I have some news for you, your two bit rat-ass family can call you Queen all they damn well please but when you step into my ring the ONLY thing you will be putting down is those titles... And if you have a single shred of sense in you, you'll be backing the fuck up when you do.
Mira, you wanna act the big bad bitch, you wanna throw out the odd Spanish word because you think it fronts? You wanna tell me things are 'clarito'? Little girl, learn your fucking heritage before you try and speak to me in ANY language but the American you were born and raised with...
Mi Madre, she would turn in her fucking grave seeing some jumped up little shit with all mouth and no-talent representing Latin women as a Champion without so much as a single retained brain cell... Did that death match literally knock your brains outta your damn head or have you ALWAYS been as thick as shit on a muddy-ass day?!
The simple fact is, you can misrepresent me, yourself and whatever the fuck you want but it won't change a thing when you are crawling out of that arena with your tail between your legs eating your words, you think I am a little sweetheart with kind words for you? I can't wait to see how sweet you think my fist tastes when it is ramming your teeth down your throat.
You want to talk weak fucking links?! NEITHER of you have even a heart beats experience, you have no idea what toil is, you have not paid any dues and you sure as hell have not earned a single drip of respect from ANYONE in this business but you wanna shit talk me about how this is the end of my career?
I was taking titles and beating asses whilst you were still licking cum off your trainers cock for five more minutes in the ring so don't you DARE step to me and tell me when my career is over - you? A career-ender? Please, you can't even jump start your own!
All you are is a scared little girl with someone else s trophy.
But thank you girls, for keeping those titles warm - you really have been the perfect little placeholders... Ineffectual and completely forgettable!
Crystal sat opposite me, her hand curled around the stem of the cut crystal glass, her lips pursed as though she were sewing them shut to keep words from escaping and her eyes flitting from me, to the bar and back a little too quickly....
"Am I boring you?" she smiled then, shaking her head quickly and looking back to me... "No... No... It's just Eliza is..." I sigh and turn around to watch my niece at the bar, chatting up one of the servers in that casually chatty way young girls do... I looked back to Crystal with a frown....
"She's just flirting Crys..." Crystal frowned and looked back to me... "Does Alex let you flirt with women?" I choked on the sip of wine I was taking, half laughing and half spluttering to swallow the gulp down and respond.
"Let me... We both know I am not one to be 'let' to do anything..." Crystal half smiled with a nod and I leaned back to quickly check on Eliza again... "But no, I don't flirt with women... or men. I am also married with a baby... Eliza and Austin are..."
"Borderline incest" that obnoxious British accent chimed in and it was my turn to frown... "Oh you made it... Yay..." I waved a half-assed hand in the air, mocking a celebration as Amber sat down next to Crystal.
"And no, unlike your dear hubby and his sister AMBER...." she bit her bottom lip... Hard... I pissed her off, good... "Austin and Eliza are not related... Or even official... He loves her and she's..."
"A Valentine." this time, my best friend with the quip and I rolled my eyes at her... "Yes, exactly Crys....." I flipped her off discreetly behind my glass and she laughed, shrugging unapologetically...
"Well. As lovely as this little trip down the Valentine Skank Lane has been... I just swung by to remind you that you agreed to train with me again tomorrow... This ones for the title so... Try to be on time... Just once." I offered Amber a little saulte and a bow...
"Yes Massa... Anything you say!" Amber narrowed her eyes at me before parting with a growl of annoyance.. "Whatever, just fucking show up. And bring your gear!"
I'm a little childish when I drink so I mimed her words at her disappearing back and Crystal, who is easily influenced when drinking, laughed and copied along, before I turned back to her with a sly smile...
"That girl needs a fucking Orgasm..." Crystal nodded quietly, swirling her wine around her glass.... "Don't we all."
Here's the reality of life ladies... You are nothing special, you are no one of note... You are a couple of by-lines in someone elses front page story, you are the rung on the ladder other people climb to the top....
You will never be the main event, the one people line up around the block just to snap a photo of - play your cards right and you can stand in the shadows of success picking up trickle downs for the rest of your careers and maybe... just maybe... if you play second fiddle to the right success story, a few hardcore wrestling fans might remember your names in a trivia question one day.
THAT is what your fuiture holds, faux-fame and cleaning the jocks of people who really matter.
And that's why we are going to walk out with those titles this week... Not because we talk a better game, not because we have all the skills you could never even dream of having... Not even because we've spent more hours in the ring than you have pretending to matter...
No, this week, we will walk out of there with those titles because it's what is Right. Because it is what this company deserves... We are DESTINED to be champions, we were made for it... Bred for it... We are the people you love to hate, the ones who court the boos and the name calling...
We are the faces people want to see on lunchboxes and tee shirts, we are the ones selling tickets to big shows in arenas you cannot even dream of and WE are the ONLY people who are truly worthy to hold those titles... As much as she might be an irritating cunt, Amber Richards is superior to every single person in this company bar only me...
Amber Richards is a competitor of sterling caliber... Amber Richards is a woman of strength and worth... Amber Richards is a true champion.
And not one word of that, can be said about either of you!
I won't lie or pretend, I walked into this Company and into a number one contender-ship match - the moment I stepped in here, you were all put on notice... Last week, our opponents decided to ignore my advice, they decided to pretend like they stood a single fucking chance....
And what happened? They lost... And the big ole dose of reality here? Even they were better than you could hope to be, one half of the team we beat last week is under the wing of a woman you couldn't hope to lick the boots clean of and they stood not even half a hair of a chance...
So where does that leave you two Twisted Pricks?
Allow me to explain exactly where that leaves you;
In the Dark... In the losers corner... In Our Dust.
"You are a .... Good Person." I spat the end of my sentence out with a scowl and a mocked gag... Crystal sighed audibly but didn't comment as Amber leaned a little closer across the table.
"You're very.... Talented." she sneered back at me, but behind the curl of her lip was something else for the first time ever....
"I respect the way you have stood up as a woman both professionally and personally..." I sighed, folding my own arms now as her gaze softened slightly and she let out a long... slow... Breath....
"I respect your decorated career... And your ability to balance your personal life with the life of a pro wrestler." I groaned slightly, both giving and receiving compliments was more torturous than any submission move I could picture... I lost myself for a moment imagining wrapping my body around hers and pulling just right so both her shoulders popped and...
"Great! Now hug...." Crystal half-joked and Amber growled out a response before I could... "Don't push your luck." pushing away from the table, Amber stalked across the room...
"Hey, where are you going?!"
"To get some sleep... Training. Tomorrow. 7am!"
"SEVEN!?" I blanched, glancing up at the clock in the gym that glowed 02:00
"Problem, Valentine?" the Brit bitch sneered at me as she reached the door, I shook my head... Never show weakness....
"Make it six thirty.." I smirked...
"You're on!" she laughed and left the gym, as I glanced to Crystal who bawked....
"I will not be here at six thirty... or seven...."
"Way to set an example." I smirked... Again pushing the would-be mediators buttons but she just shrugged me off with a smile...
"Admit it, a small part of you liked that... Not being 'on' not having to be THE Ana Valentine for a second and just being real..." I groaned and shrugged, wanting to change the subject, but I'm never that lucky... "You can't fool me AnaBanana!" Crystal laughed....
"You like her... I know you do...."
"Prove it." I scoffed, pushing away from the table as my bed called my name....
"I don't have to..." Crystal called after me... "I'm not the one trying to convince anyone of anything."
Ok Seari parting words for you Chica, you made a few assumptions... Badly put together assumptions that only further flaunt your arrogance and ignorance in the faces of people who respect this craft - this is not a game little girl and I'll assure you of something right here and now...
I don't think you a doll, no no, just a dollar store toy to be thrown away and discarded like the useless trash you truly are.
You think you can refer to people as scum when you barely scrape by a living? You think you have ANY right to bare any kind of judgment on people who have lived, breathed and bled this business whilst you teach your 'kids' NOTHING about hard work and humility...
Instead teaching them a dirty fucking mouth and the right connections and the right second are all you need.
Your mothering skills are near as bad as your in ring ability and holy fuck if that's not literally the most insulting thing I have said all day then I don't know what an insult it - but in you doolally little world where being a loud mouthed cunt with an 'enhanced' accent equals talent and acclaim, you'll probably take that shit as a compliment.
This might be Night of Glory, but the only Glory a used up little trollop like you is good for is a hole.. Ringrats rarely make good wrestlers honey, you just got your career path backwards... and a year from now, when your licking the sweat off some curtain jerkers balls for a shot to valet, I hope the barely notable "Championship Career" you had before stepping to me keeps you warm.
Forget being put on notice, take this as your pink slip, your big ass mouth being sewn up tight and your 'career' being settled once and for all as a barely present nobody with ideas well beyond her ability.
Night of Glory will not only herald new Champions, but a new beginning in this division - and those changes start with you and your mildly psychotic wannabe partner Christine.
Tell me Chrissy, how many dollars did you waste in psychologists offices perfecting this barely believable little facade? Honestly, honey, Emo went out about three years ago so how about you put away the eyeliner and throw some punches instead?
You can gabble to Satan and all his butt-demon bitches on your own time, but when I am expected to pay attention and give a fuck about your wet dream Lucifer's gate; that's when we have a problem; but worry not my dear little fallen cunt...
I'll create a whole new level of hell just for you.
And when you are begging... When you are screaming... When you can see and hear nothing but white hot pain, then, truly, you will know insanity and maybe, if I am feeling very... VERY kind... I'll stop there.
Kiss your titles goodnight and hug them real close, whisper them promises all about how you'll never ever leave them and then... Come Night of Glory; they will know the same disappointment as your children, your mothers, and the last few pathetic fans you still have.