Post by Electra Stevens on Jun 15, 2012 10:07:05 GMT -5
I wake up feeling less rested than I did before I fell asleep. I was back in my apartment in my less than perfect mattress. Hopefully one day I’d be able to get a better bed. I look to my right and I’m alone. More than likely Drake slipped out early this morning, not wanting to bump into Mets….if she was even home at all. When we got here, the place looked like it had been empty for days. I’d hardly heard from Metallica at all and I wondered if Turners words had really affected her that deeply that she was avoiding everyone.
I was a little panicked inside. What happened if she did get fired? More than likely she’d go home and I’d be left with this apartment and no way to pay for it. Finding another roommate would not be an easy task.
Yawning I went through the motions of my early morning routine. Making decaf coffee, putting a piece of bread in the toaster. I turn on my laptop and all the software that Justin’s friend had installed on it started to come to life. I knew that if Hacker really wanted to get into it, he probably could however, I had every anti-hacker software imaginable installed on it and it made it take forever to load.
Once it was loaded I took a look at some news from the fed, and a few promos…including Lindsay Calaway’s. I started to cough on my coffee.
“What the fuck!” She really thought that Management thought that lowly of me that they were just having her job Laura for me? Whatever the girl was delusional. Let’s be honest here, the only reason Laura had ever gotten an advantage over me was because she cheated. Plain and simple. I didn’t need help in getting my title back. I had to put these allegations at rest. Turner had told me what he planned to do and I had agreed. Never in those words did he say that Lindsay was jobbing.
I buttered and ate my toast, gulped down the rest of my coffee and made myself presentable. Looking in the mirror as I applied some makeup I noticed that my nose looked almost flawless again. There was only a bit of redness now and the swelling was gone. Like the doctor had said, almost healed by the end of the week. I put a little bit of makeup on it anyway.
I set-up my webcam. I didn’t have time to call London, neither did I want to. She was a blubbering mess right now. Justin had dumped her, just like I told her he would and that was all she could talk about. Maybe I’d have a few minutes to yell at him tonight….or maybe not. I had promised to make sure that there was no fighting at this wedding.
I turned it on and started to film.
“This is just to respond to Lindsay’s allegations that I’m not able to take care of Laura at Caged Aggression. I am perfectly capable of doing that all by myself. No disrespect to you Lindsay but I don’t need help kicking her ass. And if it were up to me, Laura would not be fighting you or anybody else tomorrow. I’m not like her, I don’t cheat and I would prefer a fair fight. Since I did have a conversation with Turner himself….this match has nothing to do with you making her weak and everything to do with you getting revenge on her for her interfering in our match last week. You don’t want to be involved in our little feud…great. I don’t want you involved. I think if anything just go out there and prove to Turner and the board that you are not to be taken lightly. That you don’t need or want to be promoted as simply a jobber….then ….you can prove that you are more than capable of holding a title yourself.”
I take a deep breath to think about what I’m going to say next.
“I like you Lindsay and I have an awful lot of respect for you because you remind me of myself when I first started. I can’t fight tonight. Doctor’s orders but I do hope that you go out there and kick her ass simply because she’s a fucking parasite. She leached on to an opportunity instead of waiting until the PPV. At Caged Aggression she’s going to get her pretty little face smashed against a cage and then I’m going to drop kick her until she bleeds. If I had lost my title in a fair fight I don’t think I’d be as upset as I am. Maybe with myself a little bit but this…this was disrespect not only to NYCCW fans but to the business as a whole. It’s a disrespect to everyone that’s held the All-Action title, including her unfit asshole husband. You know what Lindsay…if I win my Title back, I want to be able to give you a chance to fight for it and I will tell Turner that. So with all that said, good luck tomorrow and I don’t hold it against you that you broke my nose, it’s part of the life but I just hope you do the same to her.”
I turn off the camera and then post it to the site.
Now… I had absolutely nothing to do. There was no point in working out since I wasn’t fighting tomorrow and the wedding was at 5:30. I could go and make an impromptu hair appt and then get my nails done….It had been a long time since I had a mani and pedi…but then I thought of my dwindling bank account and voted against it.
The threat of possibly losing my home made me cringe again. I hoped that Mets won her match tonight, if not…that would be two loses. There weren’t enough active females on this roster and I was starting to feel like an endangered species.
I had to do commentary tomorrow. It was going to be hard to hold my tongue and not just outright bash Laura but I was a good girl and I would do my best.
I hated waiting.
Turner had said to be prepared for a Big Surprise.
I hated surprises.
I was a little panicked inside. What happened if she did get fired? More than likely she’d go home and I’d be left with this apartment and no way to pay for it. Finding another roommate would not be an easy task.
Yawning I went through the motions of my early morning routine. Making decaf coffee, putting a piece of bread in the toaster. I turn on my laptop and all the software that Justin’s friend had installed on it started to come to life. I knew that if Hacker really wanted to get into it, he probably could however, I had every anti-hacker software imaginable installed on it and it made it take forever to load.
Once it was loaded I took a look at some news from the fed, and a few promos…including Lindsay Calaway’s. I started to cough on my coffee.
“What the fuck!” She really thought that Management thought that lowly of me that they were just having her job Laura for me? Whatever the girl was delusional. Let’s be honest here, the only reason Laura had ever gotten an advantage over me was because she cheated. Plain and simple. I didn’t need help in getting my title back. I had to put these allegations at rest. Turner had told me what he planned to do and I had agreed. Never in those words did he say that Lindsay was jobbing.
I buttered and ate my toast, gulped down the rest of my coffee and made myself presentable. Looking in the mirror as I applied some makeup I noticed that my nose looked almost flawless again. There was only a bit of redness now and the swelling was gone. Like the doctor had said, almost healed by the end of the week. I put a little bit of makeup on it anyway.
I set-up my webcam. I didn’t have time to call London, neither did I want to. She was a blubbering mess right now. Justin had dumped her, just like I told her he would and that was all she could talk about. Maybe I’d have a few minutes to yell at him tonight….or maybe not. I had promised to make sure that there was no fighting at this wedding.
I turned it on and started to film.
“This is just to respond to Lindsay’s allegations that I’m not able to take care of Laura at Caged Aggression. I am perfectly capable of doing that all by myself. No disrespect to you Lindsay but I don’t need help kicking her ass. And if it were up to me, Laura would not be fighting you or anybody else tomorrow. I’m not like her, I don’t cheat and I would prefer a fair fight. Since I did have a conversation with Turner himself….this match has nothing to do with you making her weak and everything to do with you getting revenge on her for her interfering in our match last week. You don’t want to be involved in our little feud…great. I don’t want you involved. I think if anything just go out there and prove to Turner and the board that you are not to be taken lightly. That you don’t need or want to be promoted as simply a jobber….then ….you can prove that you are more than capable of holding a title yourself.”
I take a deep breath to think about what I’m going to say next.
“I like you Lindsay and I have an awful lot of respect for you because you remind me of myself when I first started. I can’t fight tonight. Doctor’s orders but I do hope that you go out there and kick her ass simply because she’s a fucking parasite. She leached on to an opportunity instead of waiting until the PPV. At Caged Aggression she’s going to get her pretty little face smashed against a cage and then I’m going to drop kick her until she bleeds. If I had lost my title in a fair fight I don’t think I’d be as upset as I am. Maybe with myself a little bit but this…this was disrespect not only to NYCCW fans but to the business as a whole. It’s a disrespect to everyone that’s held the All-Action title, including her unfit asshole husband. You know what Lindsay…if I win my Title back, I want to be able to give you a chance to fight for it and I will tell Turner that. So with all that said, good luck tomorrow and I don’t hold it against you that you broke my nose, it’s part of the life but I just hope you do the same to her.”
I turn off the camera and then post it to the site.
Now… I had absolutely nothing to do. There was no point in working out since I wasn’t fighting tomorrow and the wedding was at 5:30. I could go and make an impromptu hair appt and then get my nails done….It had been a long time since I had a mani and pedi…but then I thought of my dwindling bank account and voted against it.
The threat of possibly losing my home made me cringe again. I hoped that Mets won her match tonight, if not…that would be two loses. There weren’t enough active females on this roster and I was starting to feel like an endangered species.
I had to do commentary tomorrow. It was going to be hard to hold my tongue and not just outright bash Laura but I was a good girl and I would do my best.
I hated waiting.
Turner had said to be prepared for a Big Surprise.
I hated surprises.