Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 12:53:56 GMT
┊A tale about T&A I.I┊The Iron Queen
He knows it. The way he looked at her, he knew it. You are screwed little Lara. It became harder every day. Keeping up the facade of Lara Chambers. She had gone ballistic. They say every sin will be forgiven on judgment day. But they lied. All humans do.
Soon.
Everyone had left the studio by now. The only ones left in the building were the guys and girls that cleaned up. And Lara Chambers. After her little dinner with Bobby Floyd she had returned to get her belongings. Her mind was not a safe place at this very moment. Chaos and Disorder controlling her senses. Fuck this.
“Trixie… .”
A deep sigh escaped her full lips.
“What you expect me to say? That I am hyper? Or frustrated? Well I can pretend, but it will not do us any good. I have been thinking about this ever since my hand was raised in victory. Who would it be? Who is daring to stand in my way? A fifty/fifty chance given. I could by now go down clichè boulevard and point out why this is not a good idea.- but where is the fun in that. On my first day here I told Trixie she could come for advice. That she would always get my honest opinion. So from me to you love, get your shit straight.”
Lara laughed out a little, her voice sounding somewhat husky. She rolled her head, an unhealthy noise being made.
“With things like those pictures.- you only hurting yourself honey. I have warned you in the beginning, but sometimes you gotta learn from your mistakes. Right? I do not agree with people calling you dumb.- because in the end you get exactly what you want. Attention. So dumb ain't the word I am looking for. Naive. Delusional. Self Absorbed. And the list goes on. I am pretty sure you get what I am trying to say though. You have been doing a good job on Becky.- but then again you might have to realise one thing. I ain’t Becky Konrad. I am Lara FUCKING Chambers. And put aside the fact we are on friendly terms, I am going to make you work harder than ever before. Putting you flat on your back inside that ring.”
She by then had made it to the exit looking up in the sky. A little bit of rain was welcoming her, for a moment Lara closed her eyes.
“Do not get offended my love. I have respect for what you do in the ring but in the end I don’t believe you are ready for the next step. Yet. You are part of this business roughly a year, while I started my eleventh. You can do the maths I am sure. You still looking for your style while I have adapted everything possible. All over the world. I have been to Japan, India, Europe.- picking up techniques that are hardly used in the States. You will experience a new level of pain when it comes down to the two of us. I am not sure you had any chance to watch my debut, as caught up and popular as you are. If not, stream it. Neville may be an arrogant son of a bitch.- but he is a fighter. Did you see his face when i locked the Chambers of Hell? Picture yourself in that position. I give you a moment.”
A little paranoid she looked over her shoulder. Somewhat expecting someone to assault her in the parking lot. Memories.
“There is a reason they call me a submission machine princess. Once it is locked.- the chances to break free are minimal. Or below. For me it does not matter what you can do better than me darling. It is about the things you can’t do. Let me lay the cards on the table Trixie. You can not flirt your way out of this. Your looks do not mean shit in this match. And careful with arrogance.- often enough it turns into ignorance. A Chambers does not react well to either. You have had the pleasure to see my friendly side. You also did witness my professional side. I wouldn’t want for you to stand face to face with my evil one. I am here for a reason. Intelligence inside this ring means very little if you can’t keep your focus. No one mourns the wicked. But also, no one does pity the weak.”
She would wink into the camera before unlocking her door. The scene would fade out with her dialing a number. Tommy Quinn.
"It's me... ."
You can run, but the past will come for you. Always.
He knows it. The way he looked at her, he knew it. You are screwed little Lara. It became harder every day. Keeping up the facade of Lara Chambers. She had gone ballistic. They say every sin will be forgiven on judgment day. But they lied. All humans do.
Soon.
Everyone had left the studio by now. The only ones left in the building were the guys and girls that cleaned up. And Lara Chambers. After her little dinner with Bobby Floyd she had returned to get her belongings. Her mind was not a safe place at this very moment. Chaos and Disorder controlling her senses. Fuck this.
“Trixie… .”
A deep sigh escaped her full lips.
“What you expect me to say? That I am hyper? Or frustrated? Well I can pretend, but it will not do us any good. I have been thinking about this ever since my hand was raised in victory. Who would it be? Who is daring to stand in my way? A fifty/fifty chance given. I could by now go down clichè boulevard and point out why this is not a good idea.- but where is the fun in that. On my first day here I told Trixie she could come for advice. That she would always get my honest opinion. So from me to you love, get your shit straight.”
Lara laughed out a little, her voice sounding somewhat husky. She rolled her head, an unhealthy noise being made.
“With things like those pictures.- you only hurting yourself honey. I have warned you in the beginning, but sometimes you gotta learn from your mistakes. Right? I do not agree with people calling you dumb.- because in the end you get exactly what you want. Attention. So dumb ain't the word I am looking for. Naive. Delusional. Self Absorbed. And the list goes on. I am pretty sure you get what I am trying to say though. You have been doing a good job on Becky.- but then again you might have to realise one thing. I ain’t Becky Konrad. I am Lara FUCKING Chambers. And put aside the fact we are on friendly terms, I am going to make you work harder than ever before. Putting you flat on your back inside that ring.”
She by then had made it to the exit looking up in the sky. A little bit of rain was welcoming her, for a moment Lara closed her eyes.
“Do not get offended my love. I have respect for what you do in the ring but in the end I don’t believe you are ready for the next step. Yet. You are part of this business roughly a year, while I started my eleventh. You can do the maths I am sure. You still looking for your style while I have adapted everything possible. All over the world. I have been to Japan, India, Europe.- picking up techniques that are hardly used in the States. You will experience a new level of pain when it comes down to the two of us. I am not sure you had any chance to watch my debut, as caught up and popular as you are. If not, stream it. Neville may be an arrogant son of a bitch.- but he is a fighter. Did you see his face when i locked the Chambers of Hell? Picture yourself in that position. I give you a moment.”
A little paranoid she looked over her shoulder. Somewhat expecting someone to assault her in the parking lot. Memories.
“There is a reason they call me a submission machine princess. Once it is locked.- the chances to break free are minimal. Or below. For me it does not matter what you can do better than me darling. It is about the things you can’t do. Let me lay the cards on the table Trixie. You can not flirt your way out of this. Your looks do not mean shit in this match. And careful with arrogance.- often enough it turns into ignorance. A Chambers does not react well to either. You have had the pleasure to see my friendly side. You also did witness my professional side. I wouldn’t want for you to stand face to face with my evil one. I am here for a reason. Intelligence inside this ring means very little if you can’t keep your focus. No one mourns the wicked. But also, no one does pity the weak.”
She would wink into the camera before unlocking her door. The scene would fade out with her dialing a number. Tommy Quinn.
"It's me... ."
You can run, but the past will come for you. Always.
