~Frustrations~“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
Heather shouted in distress while sitting on the floor of her shower, leaning up against the wall as the warm water rained down upon her nude body. Never before had she been through such a terrifying ordeal like this.
This was worse than that time Mack McKane went all trigger happy with a staple gun and stapled up her tits.
It was worse than that time she woke up in cold sweat, completely drunk and butt naked next to Brody Shiner in her bed.
No wait....that never actually happened..
Then what was going on that was so bad???
“I LOST MY ORGASM!!!” Heather screamed, woefully, while banging the back of her head against the shower wall.
Indeed, it seemed that she had lost one of her favorite and most precious possessions as she struggled to push past the sickly disturbing mental images of her making out with Alexis' seventy year old father, which left her scarred and feeling gross and icky all over. YUCK.
If only Lexy hadn’t denied her her rightful title shot that she was owed, none of it would have led to the collapse of the vixxxens! And none of it would have driven a furious Heather to lip lock with an old geezer out of spite! Lexy was to be blamed for all of it.
"Ungrateful bitch"..she hissed as she vigorously scrubbed down her body and let out a loud, piercing shriek, causing the walls to shake.
Nothing was going right. Nothing in this sad, cruel world made sense to Heather anymore. And with Destiny approaching fast she wasn't even given a thought for a high marquee match. Like as if she was purposely being brushed aside and cast off like some diseased leper while undeserving part-timer little shits like Miles KASEY and JACK RUSSOW got to cut in line and have matches before her! Even a dino fossil like EDDIE LOPEZ, who hadn’t been on TV for well over a year, had a reserved grand spot on the card wrestling his dumb daughter in a match NO ONE had asked for or even bothered to care to SEE. It was a clear case of Nepotism in the works, and Heather was the victim to all of it.
Something had to give, Heather felt, as she reacted violently with a burst of emotion by smacking the bath surface with her palms, causing the water to splash everywhere. There was no way she'd be stuck in catering, stuffing her face and doing next to nothing. After all, She was Heather F'N Haze! Destiny was where she thrived at. Destiny was where she belonged. If there were any hint of justice in the world, it is that Heather had assured that she would make it there. Even if she somehow found a way to get out of this steaming pile of dog shit she dug herself in, she would have had to... for some semblance of peace! She owed IT that much to herself and her sanity!
Just then her cell phone rang out, jerking her back into the real word.
Heather let out a groan as she got up from the tub with her legs all wobbly, as she shut the water off and carefully stepped out of the shower. She then threw on a bathrobe over her wet body before grabbing her phone off of the counter and pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" She recognized the voice of JR Freeman on the other end. "Hello, Heather. This JR Freeman. I'm sorry to bother you…I was hoping to have you come by the studio some time this week to shed some light over that…errr incident from this past Riot?
He continued.
"I'd love to hear your side of the story."~Heather Haze~
“Go away JR...I'm masturbating...I can't be disturbed!” She hissed at him before rudely hanging up and tossing the phone on the bed. She then sighed, looking at her bedroom and the whirlwind of a hot mess it was left in. There were sex toys of all shapes and sizes strewn about. It was like a sad graveyard where dildos went to die. She had been here, practically for the last several days, trying to blow off some much needed steam and do some ‘soul searching’ with her body.
She couldn’t even think about the match with any of those developmental losers she was pitted to fight. She even felt insulted having to go along with it, with Josiah clearly abusing his powers. But what choice did she have? What was a girl in her place to do anyway given her dismal state of mind? She knew she was caught in between a rock and a hard place in a pointless attempt to get her a spot at Destiny. But clearly The focus and the drive were just not there anymore…and the cracks were visibly beginning to show.
Throwing herself on the bed she then let out a deep exasperated sigh within her, figuring that all hope was lost. In an act of desperation, She then closed her eyes and joined her hands together, reciting a small prayer.
“Dear god..if you can hear me…Please give me my orgasm back. Amen.”
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~Destined for Destiny~(The scene opens through the halls of the backstage area as the camera gingerly makes its way into the Women’s Locker Room. Sounds of spitting and gagging can be heard as the camera catches Heather bent in the corner, sitting on a bench with a half-empty container of mouthwash. She takes a large mouthful and swishes it around, spitting it into a big bowl which was filling up quickly with the blue Listerine she had already spit into it. After a few short moments, she wipes her mouth before looking up at the camera, shaking her head in disgust.)
~Heather Haze~
“It's been an awful, terrible week for me...but somehow I made it through. And NO I won’t be discussing the matter that took place between Lexy and I because I’ve tried so very hard to block it off from my mind. I can’t be bothered to be reminded of the trauma and the mental anguish and scars I sustained kissing her gremlin dad…or the fact that she ruined what was once a beautiful friendship that meant so much to me, but so little to her.” (Heather sighs a bit, looking down at the friendship bracelet on her wrist that was given to her by Lexy. Her jaw tightens up, before she glares back up.)
~Heather Haze~
“Lexy…you can have your little three-way-match at Destiny for all I care. The only reason you kept ducking my challenge for this long is because you are an insecure, insincere tramp. I admit I was too naive…too blinded by your newfound lease on life after your comeback from the nut house. I was in denial to accept the truth that was in front of me this entire time… But now I finally see the way things really are. I totally get the reasoning behind it…and all because you're too afraid to be upstaged by somebody like me who's just so so much better than you in every way…and the thought of that scares you! (she shrugs her shoulders, as she raises her eyebrows and gives off a slight grin.)
~Heather Haze~
"Buttt all things considered, I spose' I should be flattered that you didn't end up picking me anyway. I mean I’d be scared to face ME too. After all, it spares you from getting your ass kicked, and spares you from being humiliated and embarrassed on the grandest stage. I TOTALLY understand the notion and the insecurity of NOT having me succeed and keeping me sitting on the sidelines while you get to hog all the glory for yourself. After all, You used The Vixens of Pain to make it all about you while making sure I stayed in my lane like the loyal lackey and cheerleader sidekick that you made me out to be!”
(Heather then chucks the bottle across the room as it smacks the wall, sending the blue liquid splashing everywhere. Heather then tries to contain her anger, running her fingers through her long brown hair.)
~Heather Haze~
“But you see Lexy, nothing would satisfy me more than to see your perfect little world come to ruins at Destiny all because of your own, selfish doing. And while a part of me hopes you do end up keeping the belt, there's also an inkling part of me that wishes you lose that belt. So I can take great joy in your pain as you crumble under the weight of your very own despair. And when you're down on your last legs…when all that hope and spark is lost in you.. and there's no one for you to turn to, to reach onto, or that someone to lift you up, or to comfort you…or to pad your ego even…just know that you’ll still have me, like the genuinely honest caring friend that I always was to you, as I look you straight in the eye and tell you right straight to your stupid face and say–
‘I told you so’...bitch”(Heather then smirks, pushing herself up off the bench, as she stands over and looks down with her hair hanging over her face. She then pops her knuckles and rolls her shoulders a few times before continuing.)
~Heather Haze~
“While Destiny seems almost like a lifetime away, getting there sure seems like an obstacle course all thanks in part to our benevolent general manager trying my patience with these childish cat & mouse games. Which is why tonight I'm gonna be in complete fight mode as I put on a wrestling clinic on these developmental rejects so I can throw it back in HIS FACE and and show em’ why it would be a colossal mistake leaving me out of the pay-per-view. Whether this is looked at like some form of capital punishment or whether this is Josiah's way of throwing his weight around and wanting to beat some respect outta me, or having me prove myself against a bunch of enhancement talents.. either way I'm gonna go out there and do what I do best, and show why exactly I am undoubtly without a shadow of a doubt THE cornerstone of PWS APEx!”
(She then pops her neck with two quick twists of the head to each side, smirking as her icy brown eyes fill with a fiery determination.)
~Heather Haze~
“Heck I've been proving myself for the last three years since the company started from the ground up, but none of ya’ll clowns respect me enough for being the 'OG' that’s been putting asses in seats...while these nimrods like Blade, Manuel, Max, Moondust, Patty, and Stacy continue to be in the same exact spot, trying to learn the basics on how to suck in a sucky developmental system that's not doing them any favors. These dummies have been toiling away in the developmental system for far too long, with absolutely nothing to show for. They don't wanna put in an effort to better themselves or to improve their abysmal lack of talent or charisma.
They don't have that passion or that drive of getting called up on the main roster, let alone winning a single match even if their very lives depended on it. And yet you all feel bad for these morons, even going as far as to cheer some of them just cause they’re the ultimate underdog, and everyone loves a feel good story. And to that I say, SCREW them! I'm NOT gonna let any of them get in the way of ME getting to Destiny.
If anything, they should be THANKING ME for riding onto my coat tails and getting them TV time. They should be THANKING ME for a main event spot to wrestle ME in my beautiful hometown of LA where the people are far more considerate and pleasing on the eyes and far more sensible and open-minded to embrace a true star in their presence unlike the likes of Lexy and Josiah and pretty much all the haters out there who obviously don't want someone like me to succeed just because they deem me as being too controversial.
And that’s perfectly fine…cuz I'm gonna keep using all that hate and all that negativity as a fuel to my rage as I cut right through these fools like a hot knife through butter. And I hope whoever Josiah has me facing at Destiny, I hope they get to watch me destroy and decimate these idiots and understand that when you step in the ring to face Heather Haze you know that you'll get the absolute best version of me night in-and night out …because I'm simply sensational. And You're simply not. And that’s just the way it is and always will be.”
(Heather then blows a kiss and follows up with a wink as she seductively licks her lips.)
“So, go ahead. Be jealous.”