Post by KJE on Sept 11, 2013 19:50:04 GMT -4
The closet? Really? The one thing I couldn't grasp at the moment was why exactly he had to resort to tossing me into the closet. Sure, just one look at me would have any female thinking things, but jesus... we were friends, coworkers, teammates, nothing more. I stood there for a minute and thought about listening in, but decided against it. If I was lucky Lester wouldn't be getting lucky. The last thing I wanted was for everything to go great for a change while I was locked in the closet... I didn't want to hear anything like that... yuck. After standing there for a moment I crouched down before sitting on my ass and finally laying back staring up at the ceiling. Sure there was plenty I could do, like look and see what exactly Lester might have hiding in his closets, but right now... I was the biggest secret in here.
The longer I laid there, I felt myself zoning out, talking in barely a whisper, loud enough for myself to just barely hear, yet not loud enough for anyone else on the other side of the door to hear at all.
“I should be ashamed of myself right now. I went and got over confident as I headed into the match with Amy... Having Lester being there at ringside... I wanted nothing more than to impress him and show him he had made the right choice in bringing me into The Syndicate... instead all I did was show off a little too much and had it cost me in the end. I only have myself to blame for that loss... and I can't let it happen again. I have to prove that I am ready to compete on Overdrive, that I can handle the competition that is there.
I need to stop trying to prove to people that I can handle the competition and instead I need to prove it to myself. When I do things for me I have no problems. When I worry about me, and only me I can pull myself through anything, this is no different. That doesn't mean I stop paying attention to others... more like what others have to say... and I have listened. I am not going to lie.. all I am hearing from either of my opponents this week is blah blah blah. Nothing creative was said what so ever. If I wasn't confined to a closet and worrying about being silent I could actually get into that right now, however....
...I made a promise... sorta kinda.”
I don't know what happened after that... the next thing I realized the closet door was opening and Lester was squatting down in front of me taping my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked up at him shocked for a second but calmed down once I realized he was alone. I sat up and took the hand he offered as I went to stand up.
“Did you know that you have an adorable little snore here and there?”
“You were watching me while I slept?”
“No... I mean, I might have stood there looking for a moment. Can you blame me? I mean shit... you did mutter my name, I had to see if it was good or bad.”
“Wait I what?”
I don't think my face could have changed colors any faster than it had just then. I covered my face with one hand before pushing past him and leaving the closet heading right for the front door.
“Wait, weren't we going to talk about the match? I could have sworn you wanted to show me a little something.”
I could hear the smirk that was on his face. Sure, you are probably wondering how someone can hear a smirk... but trust me... it was there. I knew it.
“Forget it. I changed my mind. We can work on something later in the week, or I will just see you at the arena. Actually that sounds better, see you then?”
I didn't even wait for a reply as I opened the door and headed out of his place. I closed the door behind me and didn't stop walking until I was back in the truck and I pulled off almost as quickly as I left. I didn't get but a few blocks around the corner before I pulled over and turned the truck off before smacking the wheel and letting my head fall into it.
“Please tell me that didn't just happen! He must have been joking right?”
It had to be that. I don't snore... and I don't talk in my sleep... do I? Shit, I wasn't even sure anymore. Taking the key from the ignition I got out of the Truck and decided to walk off the embarrassment. It seemed like a great idea... until I felt the heat again. Even in the later evening hours it was just not working well. Nothing was going well... what if the match at Overdrive didn't either?
“Now that I have room to talk and be as loud as I want to be, I can really get into this. Amy Zing, Johnny Rebel.... Where to start? How about the fact that neither one of you have an original thought in your damn head? I heard Amy running her mouth about how her win wasn't a fluke, how she can beat me again, blah blah blah Shut the fuck up. You sound like a broken fucking record at the moment and its annoying to hear it playing over and over again. Let me fill you in a little bit here Zinger since saying things once don't seem to stick into that head of yours. I figured it would have no problem staying up there floating in all that air but obviously I was wrong.
What I have done in ACW and what I am doing here has nothing to do with one another. I am not the same person I was back in ACW. This is not ACW. That part of my life is done and over with and I am sick and tired of people like you and all these other fuckers who happened to go there sitting there bringing it back up every time you face me. Get over it. This is AP-fucking-W and it's about time you fucking realized that. I haven't been as strong in the ring since getting diagnosed with cancer... this is more than once you have been told about it, so please... please remember it because I won't be saying it again. ,, and if you need me to say it again I will beat it into your memory one way or another.
Now, hopefully we have gotten that out of the way and I can worry about you and everything else you blabbered on about. You know, the who fluke of a win thing and shit? I mean jesus... you're acting like I am a fucking god in the ring and I am unbeatable. You're acting like you have done the unthinkable, the impossible. I mean... hold your fucking orgasm already. It's awesome to know I get you that excited but it's not my style and you need to get that through your head. The sooner you do... the better. Another thing you need to do is stop repeating yourself, because everything you have said, was said in another way. You just keep saying everything in a different way and it's kind of annoying. Maybe that is why you don't understand me... maybe I have to repeat what I am saying in more than one fashion for you to understand? If that's what it takes then by all means please, let me know.
Another thing I need to point out to you... the fact that you really are fucking stupid. You don't understand why this match came to be? You don't realize why Rebel is your partner? Jesus Christ... did you ever get out of grade school? I sure as hell know you're not smarter than no fifth grader. Let me put it in terms you can understand Hong Kong Drop Out. Rebel just returned and asked Lester to join him... to one again be teammates, and Lester turned him down. Lester and Rebel were destined to be in the ring after that... it's not rocket science. Then there is you and I.... everyone knows I wanted my hands on you again after that last match. What better way to make that happen then to have me team with Lester, and have you alongside Rebel. Just be lucky you and Rebel don't have any issues that would work in our favor. It doesn't matter either way... Lester and I are more than ready for this... and we will do what needs to be done.. believe that.”
I was feeling over heated and stopped to purchase two bottles of water. The second I left the stand that I stopped at I opened a bottle up and poured it over my head feeling much better almost instantly. I wasn't really worried too much about my attire. With a pair of gray sweat shorts and a black tank top, nothing was going to show through... unless you counted the bright yellow bra straps that were peeking through at my shoulders. Whatever, I was comfortable in my skin.
Tossing that bottle into a recycling bin along the street I then opened the other bottle and took a nice long sip adding some moisture to my throat. With the humidity as high as it was this evening it was needed.
“Rebel... you know, I had nothing but respect for you.. but then you went and opened your fat mouth and started talking. I seen some footage that was just disgraceful. You're just like every other man out there who has no chance in hell of getting anywhere near a woman of my stature. I get it.. I am fucking gorgeous... who wouldn't want a piece of me? Just because they want it... doesn't mean they get it. Everyone can say I am all these nasty ass words, but the truth of the matter is I am not.
I am sick and fucking tired of the so called men in this business having nothing to say so resorting to talking shit and saying I am a fucking whore, slut, stripper, whatever words you decide to use. I have never done anything more than modeling. I have not stepped into a fucking strip club let alone worked in one. And before you run and say it... no, I don't have a street corner, building, block anything of the sort that I work out of. Just because I have the looks doesn't mean I degrade myself. I actually have respect for myself, and while I am comfortable enough to walk around in damn near nothing... I am always covered up.
You're nothing but a pig in my eyes Rebel. You're a man who is pissed off that you didn't get things your way and now you're running your mouth and trashing me because of the fact that Lester is working along side me... instead of you. Stop being a little pussy bitch for a change and just worry about what you will have to deal with when we enter the ring. I can guaran-damn-tee you that I will see you in the ring at one point. I want to slap the shit out of you just like Lester wants to get his hands on Amy and shut her up once and for all.
You might have been something here in APW Rebel... but as far as I am concerned, you're nothing. Anyone who talks about women the way you do deserves to be nothing. You're not going to just come back and expect things to be where they were as you left. Sure, everyone knows your name but that doesn't mean shit. They know what you were capable of in the past... not what you are or are not capable of now... that remains to be unseen.
Since you want to know what I am all about Rebel, just step into the ring with me... I promise you that you will get a good idea of what I am really all about. Problem is... you might not like it. After everything you have said to me, or about me... don't be surprised when I slap the taste out of your mouth. Believe me... I can do it, and you will know it for sure if I have just a moment in the ring with you. I have been beaten down my whole life by men, so the words coming from your mouth are just that... words. While they hurt, they only fuel my fire, and this fire is ready to consume me if I don't release it.... this week... it's game time.”
I found my way back towards the truck once again and pulled the key out from my pocket before unlocking the door. Slipping into the drivers seat I closed the door and started the engine before looking in the rear view mirror. I knew that look... the one that was on my face... I was determined. This was about more than stepping into the ring and walking away with a win... this was about teaching loud mouth fuckers a lesson about respect... a lesson about who I really was as a person. This was all about..
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I looked at the passenger seat and seen that not only was Lester calling, but it looked like I had a few missed calls also. Picking up the phone I answered it and was silent for a long moment. Finally I went to reply after biting down on my lower lip.
“I don't know if I should come back... it might not be the best of things right now.”
Of course... he had to tell me to not worry about anything and just head back over. Who was I to argue?
“Okay, give me a few minutes and I will return. Just a heads up though... I am soaking wet right now.”
I hung up before he could question anything. He could just use his imagination until I got there and he seen for himself what I was talking about. At least this time... he was expecting me. That had to count for something right? Tossing the phone back on the passenger seat I looked at the oncoming traffic which was non existing before pulling out and heading back to Lester's place. I wasn't worried this week. Lester and I knew one another when it came to skill, we could work with one another and make this happen... I was confident ...It was all I had to work with... and I was going to make sure it was enough. Come Thursday we would be the talk of the town.
The longer I laid there, I felt myself zoning out, talking in barely a whisper, loud enough for myself to just barely hear, yet not loud enough for anyone else on the other side of the door to hear at all.
“I should be ashamed of myself right now. I went and got over confident as I headed into the match with Amy... Having Lester being there at ringside... I wanted nothing more than to impress him and show him he had made the right choice in bringing me into The Syndicate... instead all I did was show off a little too much and had it cost me in the end. I only have myself to blame for that loss... and I can't let it happen again. I have to prove that I am ready to compete on Overdrive, that I can handle the competition that is there.
I need to stop trying to prove to people that I can handle the competition and instead I need to prove it to myself. When I do things for me I have no problems. When I worry about me, and only me I can pull myself through anything, this is no different. That doesn't mean I stop paying attention to others... more like what others have to say... and I have listened. I am not going to lie.. all I am hearing from either of my opponents this week is blah blah blah. Nothing creative was said what so ever. If I wasn't confined to a closet and worrying about being silent I could actually get into that right now, however....
...I made a promise... sorta kinda.”
I don't know what happened after that... the next thing I realized the closet door was opening and Lester was squatting down in front of me taping my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked up at him shocked for a second but calmed down once I realized he was alone. I sat up and took the hand he offered as I went to stand up.
“Did you know that you have an adorable little snore here and there?”
“You were watching me while I slept?”
“No... I mean, I might have stood there looking for a moment. Can you blame me? I mean shit... you did mutter my name, I had to see if it was good or bad.”
“Wait I what?”
I don't think my face could have changed colors any faster than it had just then. I covered my face with one hand before pushing past him and leaving the closet heading right for the front door.
“Wait, weren't we going to talk about the match? I could have sworn you wanted to show me a little something.”
I could hear the smirk that was on his face. Sure, you are probably wondering how someone can hear a smirk... but trust me... it was there. I knew it.
“Forget it. I changed my mind. We can work on something later in the week, or I will just see you at the arena. Actually that sounds better, see you then?”
I didn't even wait for a reply as I opened the door and headed out of his place. I closed the door behind me and didn't stop walking until I was back in the truck and I pulled off almost as quickly as I left. I didn't get but a few blocks around the corner before I pulled over and turned the truck off before smacking the wheel and letting my head fall into it.
“Please tell me that didn't just happen! He must have been joking right?”
It had to be that. I don't snore... and I don't talk in my sleep... do I? Shit, I wasn't even sure anymore. Taking the key from the ignition I got out of the Truck and decided to walk off the embarrassment. It seemed like a great idea... until I felt the heat again. Even in the later evening hours it was just not working well. Nothing was going well... what if the match at Overdrive didn't either?
“Now that I have room to talk and be as loud as I want to be, I can really get into this. Amy Zing, Johnny Rebel.... Where to start? How about the fact that neither one of you have an original thought in your damn head? I heard Amy running her mouth about how her win wasn't a fluke, how she can beat me again, blah blah blah Shut the fuck up. You sound like a broken fucking record at the moment and its annoying to hear it playing over and over again. Let me fill you in a little bit here Zinger since saying things once don't seem to stick into that head of yours. I figured it would have no problem staying up there floating in all that air but obviously I was wrong.
What I have done in ACW and what I am doing here has nothing to do with one another. I am not the same person I was back in ACW. This is not ACW. That part of my life is done and over with and I am sick and tired of people like you and all these other fuckers who happened to go there sitting there bringing it back up every time you face me. Get over it. This is AP-fucking-W and it's about time you fucking realized that. I haven't been as strong in the ring since getting diagnosed with cancer... this is more than once you have been told about it, so please... please remember it because I won't be saying it again. ,, and if you need me to say it again I will beat it into your memory one way or another.
Now, hopefully we have gotten that out of the way and I can worry about you and everything else you blabbered on about. You know, the who fluke of a win thing and shit? I mean jesus... you're acting like I am a fucking god in the ring and I am unbeatable. You're acting like you have done the unthinkable, the impossible. I mean... hold your fucking orgasm already. It's awesome to know I get you that excited but it's not my style and you need to get that through your head. The sooner you do... the better. Another thing you need to do is stop repeating yourself, because everything you have said, was said in another way. You just keep saying everything in a different way and it's kind of annoying. Maybe that is why you don't understand me... maybe I have to repeat what I am saying in more than one fashion for you to understand? If that's what it takes then by all means please, let me know.
Another thing I need to point out to you... the fact that you really are fucking stupid. You don't understand why this match came to be? You don't realize why Rebel is your partner? Jesus Christ... did you ever get out of grade school? I sure as hell know you're not smarter than no fifth grader. Let me put it in terms you can understand Hong Kong Drop Out. Rebel just returned and asked Lester to join him... to one again be teammates, and Lester turned him down. Lester and Rebel were destined to be in the ring after that... it's not rocket science. Then there is you and I.... everyone knows I wanted my hands on you again after that last match. What better way to make that happen then to have me team with Lester, and have you alongside Rebel. Just be lucky you and Rebel don't have any issues that would work in our favor. It doesn't matter either way... Lester and I are more than ready for this... and we will do what needs to be done.. believe that.”
I was feeling over heated and stopped to purchase two bottles of water. The second I left the stand that I stopped at I opened a bottle up and poured it over my head feeling much better almost instantly. I wasn't really worried too much about my attire. With a pair of gray sweat shorts and a black tank top, nothing was going to show through... unless you counted the bright yellow bra straps that were peeking through at my shoulders. Whatever, I was comfortable in my skin.
Tossing that bottle into a recycling bin along the street I then opened the other bottle and took a nice long sip adding some moisture to my throat. With the humidity as high as it was this evening it was needed.
“Rebel... you know, I had nothing but respect for you.. but then you went and opened your fat mouth and started talking. I seen some footage that was just disgraceful. You're just like every other man out there who has no chance in hell of getting anywhere near a woman of my stature. I get it.. I am fucking gorgeous... who wouldn't want a piece of me? Just because they want it... doesn't mean they get it. Everyone can say I am all these nasty ass words, but the truth of the matter is I am not.
I am sick and fucking tired of the so called men in this business having nothing to say so resorting to talking shit and saying I am a fucking whore, slut, stripper, whatever words you decide to use. I have never done anything more than modeling. I have not stepped into a fucking strip club let alone worked in one. And before you run and say it... no, I don't have a street corner, building, block anything of the sort that I work out of. Just because I have the looks doesn't mean I degrade myself. I actually have respect for myself, and while I am comfortable enough to walk around in damn near nothing... I am always covered up.
You're nothing but a pig in my eyes Rebel. You're a man who is pissed off that you didn't get things your way and now you're running your mouth and trashing me because of the fact that Lester is working along side me... instead of you. Stop being a little pussy bitch for a change and just worry about what you will have to deal with when we enter the ring. I can guaran-damn-tee you that I will see you in the ring at one point. I want to slap the shit out of you just like Lester wants to get his hands on Amy and shut her up once and for all.
You might have been something here in APW Rebel... but as far as I am concerned, you're nothing. Anyone who talks about women the way you do deserves to be nothing. You're not going to just come back and expect things to be where they were as you left. Sure, everyone knows your name but that doesn't mean shit. They know what you were capable of in the past... not what you are or are not capable of now... that remains to be unseen.
Since you want to know what I am all about Rebel, just step into the ring with me... I promise you that you will get a good idea of what I am really all about. Problem is... you might not like it. After everything you have said to me, or about me... don't be surprised when I slap the taste out of your mouth. Believe me... I can do it, and you will know it for sure if I have just a moment in the ring with you. I have been beaten down my whole life by men, so the words coming from your mouth are just that... words. While they hurt, they only fuel my fire, and this fire is ready to consume me if I don't release it.... this week... it's game time.”
I found my way back towards the truck once again and pulled the key out from my pocket before unlocking the door. Slipping into the drivers seat I closed the door and started the engine before looking in the rear view mirror. I knew that look... the one that was on my face... I was determined. This was about more than stepping into the ring and walking away with a win... this was about teaching loud mouth fuckers a lesson about respect... a lesson about who I really was as a person. This was all about..
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I looked at the passenger seat and seen that not only was Lester calling, but it looked like I had a few missed calls also. Picking up the phone I answered it and was silent for a long moment. Finally I went to reply after biting down on my lower lip.
“I don't know if I should come back... it might not be the best of things right now.”
Of course... he had to tell me to not worry about anything and just head back over. Who was I to argue?
“Okay, give me a few minutes and I will return. Just a heads up though... I am soaking wet right now.”
I hung up before he could question anything. He could just use his imagination until I got there and he seen for himself what I was talking about. At least this time... he was expecting me. That had to count for something right? Tossing the phone back on the passenger seat I looked at the oncoming traffic which was non existing before pulling out and heading back to Lester's place. I wasn't worried this week. Lester and I knew one another when it came to skill, we could work with one another and make this happen... I was confident ...It was all I had to work with... and I was going to make sure it was enough. Come Thursday we would be the talk of the town.
