Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 18:13:59 GMT
┊Justice is a lie I.I┊ The Lady of Chambers
What a strange place this was. Too much glamor. Too much addiction. Too much of everything. Hollywood. Not a place she was eager to go to.- but you did what work required. If you were a good soldier. While she walked down the full drive those words went through her head. Good soldier. If anyone knew what she had done to survive. Nothing would be the same. Human beings had the tendency to judge. Lara had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hardly took notice of the guy appearing in front of her. One of those religious fanatics. In a nervous manner he spoke, waving a piece of paper in front of her face.
“You can be saved children… .”
She wouldn’t bother giving him a verbal response but took the flyer. Walking further leaving the man behind. When she rose her voice, it felt strange. As if she had not spoken to anyone in a long period.
“Another day. Another month. Another company. With some familiar faces and some that will be forgotten in an instant. It is not my way of being rude, just the way life goes. To me half of those people look like a Rosemary or a Joe. Wouldn’t you agree Vance? Since you are somewhat handsome. If i am honest you remind me more on an early episode of Dawson’s Creek, not that I have ever watched that.” She winked when a little grin was appearing on her face. “Do not get me wrong darling this is in no way meant to offend you. I always had a problem with the pretty boys. They either were dumb as fuck or arrogant like a Beauty Queen. What is it for you? The spoiled boy called Van who is a stranger to hard work. It is almost like Karma wants to ram it deeply into your ass. Elbow deep.”
Her eyes wandered towards the glass windows. Watching the stereotypical ladies buying their Gucci and Versace stuff.
“We couldn’t be any more different. And I don’t even mean the obvious male and female features. You seem to have no idea what it means to work for what you want. I am not holding this against you.- but it is not how I roll. No matter what I call my own, I have worked for. My body at points has to pay my dues. Ten years in this industry ain’t easy to ignore. Especially if you wrestle a certain style. But how would you understand that? Who would have taught you anything like that? Do not fret my pet, I will. Do not make the same mistake that many before you fell for. I am small. I am light. But you know what else I am? A mistress of violence. My mind is one of those strange places that never stops working. And right now you may consider yourself a lucky guy. Because you got my attention. Your face is an image appearing before my eyes, the cry of pain when you tap out. When you, Mister Quinn, comes to the realisation that this ain’t no game.”
For a little while she was focused on the flyer again. Reading it carefully. A moment later it was thrown carelessly away.
“I got your ass Van and by no means in the way you would like. I am a realist. It does not take a genius to see where you are ahead of me. Your muscles, your size and whatever else you claim to have. But none of this does matter when you can’t control your anger. Losing focus when it comes to the breaking point. I will notice the smallest mistake and strike you harder than you can imagine. My technique has been perfected over the past years. My submission holds made big, bad boys cry all over the world. The moment I got you where I want you.- there is no way out sweetheart. Deep inside I really hope you underestimate me. I have been running from my fate for too long. Wandering around without a real purpose so to say. So congratulate yourself Vanny.- you are my purpose. For one night. You get a ticket for the Chambers of Hell. No refund. No return promised… .”
Lara looked like as if she had seen a ghost. On the other side of the street he stood. His long hair pulled together. Talking to a blonde female. Her imagination getting the better of her. It took her about thirty seconds and the man turning around. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He was dead.
Your fault. You did that.
Justice is a lie.
What a strange place this was. Too much glamor. Too much addiction. Too much of everything. Hollywood. Not a place she was eager to go to.- but you did what work required. If you were a good soldier. While she walked down the full drive those words went through her head. Good soldier. If anyone knew what she had done to survive. Nothing would be the same. Human beings had the tendency to judge. Lara had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hardly took notice of the guy appearing in front of her. One of those religious fanatics. In a nervous manner he spoke, waving a piece of paper in front of her face.
“You can be saved children… .”
She wouldn’t bother giving him a verbal response but took the flyer. Walking further leaving the man behind. When she rose her voice, it felt strange. As if she had not spoken to anyone in a long period.
“Another day. Another month. Another company. With some familiar faces and some that will be forgotten in an instant. It is not my way of being rude, just the way life goes. To me half of those people look like a Rosemary or a Joe. Wouldn’t you agree Vance? Since you are somewhat handsome. If i am honest you remind me more on an early episode of Dawson’s Creek, not that I have ever watched that.” She winked when a little grin was appearing on her face. “Do not get me wrong darling this is in no way meant to offend you. I always had a problem with the pretty boys. They either were dumb as fuck or arrogant like a Beauty Queen. What is it for you? The spoiled boy called Van who is a stranger to hard work. It is almost like Karma wants to ram it deeply into your ass. Elbow deep.”
Her eyes wandered towards the glass windows. Watching the stereotypical ladies buying their Gucci and Versace stuff.
“We couldn’t be any more different. And I don’t even mean the obvious male and female features. You seem to have no idea what it means to work for what you want. I am not holding this against you.- but it is not how I roll. No matter what I call my own, I have worked for. My body at points has to pay my dues. Ten years in this industry ain’t easy to ignore. Especially if you wrestle a certain style. But how would you understand that? Who would have taught you anything like that? Do not fret my pet, I will. Do not make the same mistake that many before you fell for. I am small. I am light. But you know what else I am? A mistress of violence. My mind is one of those strange places that never stops working. And right now you may consider yourself a lucky guy. Because you got my attention. Your face is an image appearing before my eyes, the cry of pain when you tap out. When you, Mister Quinn, comes to the realisation that this ain’t no game.”
For a little while she was focused on the flyer again. Reading it carefully. A moment later it was thrown carelessly away.
“I got your ass Van and by no means in the way you would like. I am a realist. It does not take a genius to see where you are ahead of me. Your muscles, your size and whatever else you claim to have. But none of this does matter when you can’t control your anger. Losing focus when it comes to the breaking point. I will notice the smallest mistake and strike you harder than you can imagine. My technique has been perfected over the past years. My submission holds made big, bad boys cry all over the world. The moment I got you where I want you.- there is no way out sweetheart. Deep inside I really hope you underestimate me. I have been running from my fate for too long. Wandering around without a real purpose so to say. So congratulate yourself Vanny.- you are my purpose. For one night. You get a ticket for the Chambers of Hell. No refund. No return promised… .”
Lara looked like as if she had seen a ghost. On the other side of the street he stood. His long hair pulled together. Talking to a blonde female. Her imagination getting the better of her. It took her about thirty seconds and the man turning around. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He was dead.
Your fault. You did that.
Justice is a lie.
