Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2016 20:13:09 GMT
┊A tale about T&A I.II┊The Iron Queen
Wakey, wakey. We are open. 24/7. Motto of the youth? Call it being bitter- when we both know that is not the truth. Lara Chambers was no idiot. Being friendly to people was something she chose to do on occasions. Even though at points her whole body was screaming. She gave chances. Correction. One chance. You screw up- you are gone for good. Shame on you, Lara. We are all longing for attention in some form. But if it becomes your main focus- it very well will end bad. This ain’t no warning or threat. It is a promise. Come Sunday all eyes will be set on Trixie. When she taps out in the middle of the ring. Better to have an enemy that slaps you in the face, than a friend that stabs you in the back. #ChambersRules
Silence.
They had been sitting in her bedroom for the past hours watching television. Tommy Quinn all dressed, Lara in bra and panties. Covered by a silky blanket.
“You ready for this?”
“I was born ready love.”
They both smile before she began to speak.
“I told you so. Those are the first things I hear in the back of my mind. Funny how often we act against our own nature. Because we are nice. Because we wanna be social. I tell you this now one time only. Fuck this. I have tried with you Trixie. I have been reaching my hand out towards you when people attacked your behaviour. What you do? Do you think I am not seeing your Social Timeline? Do you think that I am intimidated by the army of cocks you have around you? Think again my pet. I do not need an army to finish what I have started. I am a one girl solution to the problem around this company. It took me a moment too long to see your true colors. Although if I think about it very hard- I have to thank you.”
She stretched out a little, the blanket going dangerously low.
“I will take in consideration that you are rather young. I even go as far as that you sometimes do not mean any ill with what you do. But associating with a patriot that wants to kick half the roster out of the States- I thought you are smarter. My Bad. No fret my pet I won’t go down the insulting road- I actually got some manners. The overkill will come by itself. Let’s go for the coldhearted facts. I have been in more matches than you can even imagine. Comes with living this business since over ten years. I am not quite sure if you can do that in your head, if not someone will for you. Wasn’t it enough they kicked you off the campaign? I guess in your case we can’t say lesson learnt.”
Lara let out a soft sigh. Crossing her arms behind her head.
“In the end everyone will see the ugly truth. You got lucky with Becky- but lightning never strikes the same spot twice. Instead of getting your follower number up- it would be advisable you worked on your technique. Not even Uncle Ernie knows what kind of things I am capable of. I could just go through the list. I am better when it comes to submission holds. I am the better Technician. I am more focused. I am blah blah. Who wants to hear that kind of stuff? Tell me how does jealousy taste sugarplum? Insecurity is a bitch and in the end it will break your tiny neck. I almost feel sorry for you. But almost just does not pay the bills. You might have impressed some people with your quick win- not the audience though. They pay their hard money to see a wrestling match. Which leads back to being limited in your ways to entertain a crowd.”
In a graceful manner she got out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her. The camera catching a glimpse of those well tanned legs.
“I will give you the benefit of the doubt though- maybe I am seeing this all wrong. And you are just playing a role. Party on girl. Cause escapade after escapade for the company. This is ain’t Vegas. It is a lot about glamor and fake- but everyone in this company works hard. All my life I have been judged and never gave zero fucks about it. I am disciplined and dedicated to what I do Trixie. Sometimes I slip. But I always pay my dues. And that is the only thing I promise you. I do not get angry, I get even.”
She winked playfully.
Wakey, wakey. We are open. 24/7. Motto of the youth? Call it being bitter- when we both know that is not the truth. Lara Chambers was no idiot. Being friendly to people was something she chose to do on occasions. Even though at points her whole body was screaming. She gave chances. Correction. One chance. You screw up- you are gone for good. Shame on you, Lara. We are all longing for attention in some form. But if it becomes your main focus- it very well will end bad. This ain’t no warning or threat. It is a promise. Come Sunday all eyes will be set on Trixie. When she taps out in the middle of the ring. Better to have an enemy that slaps you in the face, than a friend that stabs you in the back. #ChambersRules
Silence.
They had been sitting in her bedroom for the past hours watching television. Tommy Quinn all dressed, Lara in bra and panties. Covered by a silky blanket.
“You ready for this?”
“I was born ready love.”
They both smile before she began to speak.
“I told you so. Those are the first things I hear in the back of my mind. Funny how often we act against our own nature. Because we are nice. Because we wanna be social. I tell you this now one time only. Fuck this. I have tried with you Trixie. I have been reaching my hand out towards you when people attacked your behaviour. What you do? Do you think I am not seeing your Social Timeline? Do you think that I am intimidated by the army of cocks you have around you? Think again my pet. I do not need an army to finish what I have started. I am a one girl solution to the problem around this company. It took me a moment too long to see your true colors. Although if I think about it very hard- I have to thank you.”
She stretched out a little, the blanket going dangerously low.
“I will take in consideration that you are rather young. I even go as far as that you sometimes do not mean any ill with what you do. But associating with a patriot that wants to kick half the roster out of the States- I thought you are smarter. My Bad. No fret my pet I won’t go down the insulting road- I actually got some manners. The overkill will come by itself. Let’s go for the coldhearted facts. I have been in more matches than you can even imagine. Comes with living this business since over ten years. I am not quite sure if you can do that in your head, if not someone will for you. Wasn’t it enough they kicked you off the campaign? I guess in your case we can’t say lesson learnt.”
Lara let out a soft sigh. Crossing her arms behind her head.
“In the end everyone will see the ugly truth. You got lucky with Becky- but lightning never strikes the same spot twice. Instead of getting your follower number up- it would be advisable you worked on your technique. Not even Uncle Ernie knows what kind of things I am capable of. I could just go through the list. I am better when it comes to submission holds. I am the better Technician. I am more focused. I am blah blah. Who wants to hear that kind of stuff? Tell me how does jealousy taste sugarplum? Insecurity is a bitch and in the end it will break your tiny neck. I almost feel sorry for you. But almost just does not pay the bills. You might have impressed some people with your quick win- not the audience though. They pay their hard money to see a wrestling match. Which leads back to being limited in your ways to entertain a crowd.”
In a graceful manner she got out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her. The camera catching a glimpse of those well tanned legs.
“I will give you the benefit of the doubt though- maybe I am seeing this all wrong. And you are just playing a role. Party on girl. Cause escapade after escapade for the company. This is ain’t Vegas. It is a lot about glamor and fake- but everyone in this company works hard. All my life I have been judged and never gave zero fucks about it. I am disciplined and dedicated to what I do Trixie. Sometimes I slip. But I always pay my dues. And that is the only thing I promise you. I do not get angry, I get even.”
She winked playfully.
