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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Aug 8, 2020 20:34:42 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot Las Vegas, NV August 18th, 2020 Opening Qualifying Matches: Sierra Williams v T-Rexi RPs due by Sunday, August 16th, 2020 by 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum Segments for the show due Monday, August 17th at 11:59pm
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Post by Sierra Williams on Aug 15, 2020 21:29:22 GMT -5
Jurassic Park-Cholo Edition….
She was furious.
Not just angry, absolutely, positively, gut wrenchingly, fucking fuming. Sierra Williams sat back in the loungeroom of the home she shared with Lachlan and her daughters. It had been a few days since the first round matches had been announced. And it had been weighing on her mind. Was this a joke? Was it really random? Were PWS Apex ribbing her? Or was it legit?. Her teeth ground together, her hand slammed on the table in front of her as her eyes looked over a book.
After the match had been announced, Sierra had decided she was going to do research. She had spent hours watching National Geographic shows. Youtube documentaries and even a virtual tour of the smithsonian institute. Made harder to focus by Lachlan, who thought it was a good idea to open hand slap Sierra on the ass to make her “lighten up”. The smacking sound making her jump. If looks could kill PWS would be down one irishman.
But this was her last resort. The last piece of information she could digest on dinosaurs. She leaned forward pulling the book towards her with a sigh.
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton.
She opened the book and sighed, Sierra had never been much of a reader, but this was instrumental in learning about the life and habits of her opponent. She needed to be prepared, she needed to win this for herself, for Lachlan, for her family. She opened the cover, her eyes darting over the page. Sierra sighed as she struggled to get through the first few lines. But slowly it drew her in. It painted a picture for her as she dug deeper into the story.
She was so engrossed into it that she didn’t even hear Lachlan enter. He moved around her, leaning down just behind the couch with a smirk.
Lachlan Kane: What ya doin?
Sierra jumped, the book falling onto her lap as she spun around, her bright red hair flipping sideways hitting Lachlan in the face. Lachlan laughed and Sierra shook her head with a grunt and a roll of the eyes.
Sierra Williams: I need to put a fucking bell around your neck or something...jesus…
Lachlan couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes trailed down to the book. He let out another laugh and moved around to sit next to her picking it up. Lachlan tilted his head sideways, his short brown hair looking a little longer than normal due to not being able to get a decent haircut in weeks. Sierra feeling the sting as well, a long black line showing from the roots of her hair went down the middle of her head. A fact that annoyed her even more than the travel restrictions.
Lachlan Kane: You’re really using stuff like this to research Rexy? C’mon Si...you’re smarter than this.
Sierra snorted and rolled her eyes. She got what Lachlan was saying. She should be watching tape on Rexy’s ring style, studying how she moved, watching every little physical twitch and idiosyncrasy. Maybe even trying to figure out who was under the suit. She put the book down on the table in front of her and looked down, Lachlan popped up to his feet and moved over the the TV and the DVD cabinet.
Lachlan Kane: Why read the book when we can watch the movie?
Sierra raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times and that cheesy, cheeky grin came across Lachlans face, she couldn’t help but laugh. This is what Lachlan did, this was his charm that she fell for.
Sierra Williams: You’re a dork….
Extinction event
Sierra paced back and forth, her hands clutched into fists as she seemed to let the anger grow and fester. The frustration of the last few weeks getting to her.
Sierra Williams: This is what I get huh? I walk into this company and make a statement about wanting to prove my worth, have a fresh start and climb my way up to the top. And what is sitting in front of me? I face Enforcer who is nothing but a verbally stumbling douchebag, I get put in a tag team match with Lachlan, again, and lose, and then I face one of these self righteous idiots in his debut...This is what I have had in PWS Apex to date.
Enforcer should never have been in the ring with me, he shouldn’t have been allowed to be. He was never a threat, never a star name. Never a challenge. He was nothing. Then, in my second ever match, in a new company that I said I wanted a fresh start in, I’m put in a tag match….
Look, I love my husband. I love what we accomplished as a tag team, but we both want some room to see where we can go without being in each other's pockets.
He and I had careers before our tag team, we had lives before we met and we want that chance to have singles glory. So the fact that PWS decided to bring in tag belts then assumed we’d want to go for them, well that’s a little insulting. No hate towards Dickie and Aiden, they are great champions and a great team and I hope we get more teams in to face them. But I don’t want to be one of them.
She pauses taking a long drawn out breath, still angry and frustrated but trying to keep herself calm.
Sierra Williams: Then on the last episode of Riot I get put in a match with a guy who was all flash and no substance. King was, and is a douchebag. Here’s a guy who stood there and talked to me about his family upbringing, and the amazing life he had with a silver spoon shoved up his ass. I came from a wrestling family, not rich, not famous, just hard working. And he thought that kind of bragging bullshit and weird ass flex was going to intimidate me somehow?
Get the fuck out of here…
Thing is though, I saw light at the end of the tunnel. After I beat king and this contendership mini tournament was announced. Qualifying matches leading to a battle royal, I could feel the wind changing. I could feel that this was my moment to step into the ring with a name in PWQS Apex, show them what I could do and earn my way into the battle royal and shoot my shot for a chance at singles glory and a way to climb the ladder of success in this company.
But then, well, I saw the “random” draw.
She took a sharp breath in, her hands kept clasped together as the fiery latina paced back and forth a little more.
Sierra Williams: I have to go step in the ring, with someone wearing a rubber fucking dinosaur suit.
She pauses for a moment and tries to let her breath out slowly.
Sierra Williams: How am I meant to be taken seriously stepping in the ring with someone who does this? Do I dress up like Sam Neils character or Jeff Goldblums? Do I go the new way and dress up like fucking Chris Pratt?. Trexi, is a joke. A funny joke, a fun joke that turned up for the invitational, but the joke should have stopped. The joke shouldn’t be in a position like this. And I’m not going to play that game, I’m not going to have a laugh…
No, what I am going to do is go out to that ring, and wrestle.
It’s what I get paid to do, it’s what I’m good at. And Trexi, well, she’ll do whatever the hell she needs to. She can screech, she can flail her comically small arms. But all that will happen is that I either kick her in the face, get the three count, or lock on my sharpshooter and make those tiny arms tap. Then, I go on to the battle royal. I win the battle royal and go on to become the PWS Apex champion...Kill Sierra Kill...
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