~Destiny, Night Two~
Backstage, aftermath(The proud walk backstage was more of a stagger for Heather as she nearly tumbled down the stairs, exhaustion rocking her body but a vice grip on the handrail that led from the stage to gorilla position had kept her balance. A few of the backstage crew members had a look of anger and disgust on their faces, and rightfully so. But the snarky vixen did not care or be bothered by their prudishness as she sheepishly smiled and brushed past them with a cocky swagger to her steps, continuing onwards until her gaze flew over JR Freeman, supposedly waiting to get her comments.)
(Heather would approach the neatly dressed announcer, and give a BIG hug, not apologizing for the sweat that had misted her body that was now left on his expensive tux. He quickly pulled back, repulsed and irritated by the gesture as Heather laughed it off and clapped his back like as if they were old college buddies.)
~Heather Haze~
"Oh my god, Did you see that, Freeman? Did you see how Danny boy blew chunks in the ring when my bodacious buttcheeks rubbed all over that scrummy, greasy mug of his?? I dare Audrey to kiss that face now! I double triple DARE her!!"~JR Freeman~
"I bet you are really proud of your actions back there?" (Said Freeman bluntly as Heather grinned from ear to ear.)
~Heather Haze~(nodding)
"Indeed I am actually, yes. I won the match and gave Danny the biggest, nastiest stink face I could give...so YES! I am proud and ecstatic with how it all went down. I said what I was gonna do...and I came through on my promise. Let it be known that Heather always shines and delivers flawlessly. You should know that by now..."~JR Freeman~
"While you certainly came through on that victory, But you didn't earn any favor with that callous attack on Kallie Reznick? What was the reasoning behind that?"
(A momentary gaze would soon follow, with doe-in-the-headlights eyes, before Heather blinked slowly and made a sad face.)
~Heather Haze~
"I knooow. So sad. so very, very sad. I feel awful about that one. But as you know the show must go on, JR. It's always so tragic when a bright young, up-and-comer goes down with an injury like that. BUT she should know what she signed up for. It's the laws of the jungle out here where the fittest and the strongest survive. In simple layman's term We as sports entertainers have an obligation and a selfless duty in our contracts to get beat up and beat people up for our esteemed PWS APEX fans who have paid their hard earned money to watch us put on a show. And thankfully the show did great without her that she was barely even missed as Lexy went on to defend her belt and... won in what was a match for the ages that the fans all ate up. I'd think the fans went home happy....well except for maybe Cleo."
(Heather makes a frowny face as she places her hand on Freeman's shoulder, gazing at him meekly.)
~Heather Haze~
"If it's any consolation I would made a great filler for Kallie to make that match a memorable one. I wouldn't have mind pulling off a double duty...but I was DENIED! And that's a major bummer because I am a consummate professional to do the job that I am good at. Even though my dedication to this company as a consummate professional at times gets over looked, which is truly a shame really."~JR Freeman~
"It still isn't clear to me why would you resort to such a heinous assault which cost that young girl her opportunity of becoming United Champion. What did she ever do to you? Was it out of jealousy? Out of spite even?"(A cold glare remained on her face, before her hand waved and dismissed his ramblings.)
~Heather Haze~
"You can paint it however you like. You can say how much I HATE that her stats are SO damn near perfect than mine in that crappy ass video game. Or the fact that Lexy gave her a once-in-a-life time title opportunity, on the biggest show of the year... and she fucking blew it right out the water! So totally predictable. She didn't even feign or show any signs of interest heading into the match. Whereas I have been busting and killing my cute lil' hump for the better part of three years, and what do I have to show for it?
Hell, I was LITERALLY begging and pleading with Josiah for weeks like a grouchy Chihuahua for a spot at the biggest show...only to be downplayed and forced to take a HUGE step back to all these undeserving newbies getting handouts just because management seem to have a full-on boner for them, and bend over sideways for them and 'hand' them things for all the wrong reasons. Whereas people like me have to always scratch and claw just to get my name and face out there and for what?? For some measly appreciation and some belts to my name, is that really fair to me?"
(Heather shrugged, her head lowering a bit in shame.)
~Heather Haze~
"Don't get me wrong. Kallie maybe a great talent in the ring. I get that management including Lexy sees something special in this girl so much so they want to groom her to be the next big rising star; to be the face of PWS APEX after Snoozy William's time in the sun fizzles out. I totally get that. Whereas all I am looked at is that whore...that bitch...that B+ player....that walking PR nightmare. And whatever cute lil' names they come up for me.
And that's perfectly fine that they don't wanna put their stocks in me. I mean who'd wanna be on a cover art of a super lame video game anyway??...but it gives me more reason for me to throw it back in their faces and give them the biggest FU every time I OUT WORK everyone in that ring and prove to them why I belong here...because NO ONE can come close to my fiery passion, my spotless work ethic and my willingness to put my body and get my face out there for this company...even though at times it refuses to show me the same amount of love and admiration I give it night in and night out. But the ones who know me...accept me for me...know that I am and always have been the cornerstone of PWS APEX since DAY ONE!"(The condescending grin became a much more legitimate one. Heather proudly and boastfully carrying herself with a coy grin.)
~Heather Haze~
"Normally, I'm not so hesitant to undo the leash and just fuck someone's entire world up, but Kallie Reznick... she's different kind of cat. She's different because, well... she doesn't care."(Heather states, with a humble shrug of the shoulders.)
~Heather Haze~
"I'm sorry, but it's the god honest truth. Kallie legitimately doesn't care about PWS APEX. She doesn't care about the fans. She wouldn't even give a damn about that united title if she were to win it tomorrow. It's nothing but a would-be placeholder on a resume for her. And I don't say that in a place of being any different from her. I've made it very clear that the type of person I am, But, the difference is? I'm not some uppity-bitch that is going to lie to your face...And in a case like this? Well, it's pretty simple."(Omnisciently, she gestured to herself with a palm.)
~Heather Haze~
"It's always better to trust the devil you know... than the devil you don't." (That bitchy smile fell from her face immediately, a rather cold scowl painted on her face.)
~Heather Haze~
"Lexy will back me on this one 100% that as a champion or even as a PWS APEX superstar, there's a certain way we conduct ourselves. I know this maybe a foreign concept to Kallie, but if you don't move tickets or sell matches? Then what the hell are you in this business for? And, Kallie, sweetie... refusing to plug your big match with Lexy for the title is a big no no in my books - and to literally do the BARE MINIMUM work and only showing up on the day of is not only disrespectful to the champion and the championship match in itself, but a HUGE slap to my face for all the times I was FORCED to beg and grovel at LEXY's feet to have me in a match with HER.... only to be DENIED!"(A frustrated laugh escaped her as Heather shook her head in revulsion.)
~Heather Haze~
"You see, No fan events, no camera time on the show, literally doing... absolutely fuck all doesn't make a champion, sweetie! Hell, everyone on the roster went out their way to make the matches feel like it was the main event on the biggest show of the year. Miles and Jack...as much as I don't like those two jackasses, they tore the house down with their flippy shit spot fest galore in honoring their fallen friend. And Danny boy to his credit came out of a near career ending injury and had me almost believe that he was out to get me that I had to step up my game. So what the hell makes you so damn special to just flake out besides flying your ass over to Hawaii for a fucking suntan at the beach??"(Cringing a little bit, Heather visibly gagged in revulsion. Clearing her throat and pounding on her chest with her small fist.)
~Heather Haze~
"And to think I had to take a back seat to your undeserving butt just cause Lexy in the goodness of her heart felt sorry for you after all those whining and crying and the bitching and incessant moaning sessions you and your boytoy Reynolds put up for weeks on how Dick faced Sanders screwed you out of the title contention? So being the fighting champion that Lexy is she handpicked you to challenge her at Destiny to right all the wrongs, when clearly it would've made helluva sense if I were in there instead of you!! At least that way I wouldn't have minded straining my vocal cords to show the hunger and the desire and passion that resonates in me that you obviously don't have in your bone."~JR Freeman~
"But how can you assume that Kallie didn't have her heart set on being champion when you clearly robbed her off that opportunity? You were gonna do the same to Cleo when she caught you red handed with that steel chair..."Heather raised an eyebrow and folded her arms tightly under her chest, sneering as Freeman continued seamlessly, as if he hadn't just spouted out his usual brand of complete nonsense.
~Heather Haze~
"I don't because I don't believe neither one of them want to be champion. I don't think anyone could believe they actually WANT to be champion because they don't want to work towards it. They don't want it as bad as me! Cleo gave up on being champion the minute she fell to Lexy. She crumbled and fell not once, but twice to Lexy. They knows they'll always coast by, pick up a few measly w's here and there, and get handouts every now and then. It's no biggie for them. They just want an accomplishment they can put on a list to pad a section of their resume. That United Title belt? It means nothing to them. It means nothing to them in the grand scheme of things, and that's why I smashed Kallie's undeserving bubbly bobbled up head with a steel chair to give her a reality check that you don't take SHIT for granted, and you don't take my SPOT! WHY? 'Because I'm the baaad guy. duh.'"(The obvious sarcasm and stupid tone in her voice is only made more comedic and ridiculous by Heather crossing her eyes, bringing them into her inner corner and even lulling her tongue out. The jovialities don't last, though.)
~JR Freeman~
Well, Kallie has made her intentions known that she plans to make a full recovery and a return back to the ring at the next Riot show where she's going to get 'payback' for your actions. Any thoughts? (Giggling, her hands flew out to her side, shaking her head a little.)
~Heather Haze~
"Well, good on her. I was actually praying that pipsqueak would pass all those 'hokey' concussion protocols because she's gonna learn real quick when we're between those ropes that I'm not the kind of bitch who takes a back seat or bend a knee to NOBODY. Did plenty of that back in my heyday..and it Sure as hell won't be now to some flash in the fucking pan rookie bitch like her!"(Venom and fire raged through her eyes, the brunette tilting her head and grinning, animalistically.)
~Heather Haze~
"But besides giving her a lecture in what it takes to be a superstar, I'm also gonna school her in what a legitimate challenge in PWS APEX actually is. I bet her entire cheerleading squad of bozos at that smelly Wolf Gym or whatever are all rooting that she pulls the underdog of the year story with that concussed brain of hers!
They're hoping she pulls out the upset victory because it would make for a super feel good moment for all those little pups who hail her as a hero to stand up to the evil bully, which is 'supposedly' me in all this, get my just deserts for actually reprimanding her on the etiquette of being a PWS APEX superstar and not some undeserving spoiled little tramp who gets served everything on a fucking platter.
But thing is she don't have the drive, the passion, the fire inside of her that I have, and they know that when I'm at my best, there is nobody on this planet that is better than me at what I do! Do you think I just got this far on a pretty face and playing coy? I know what it takes to get things done, and get what I want, when I want IT! And if I have to clobber every bitch over the head to take what's rightfully mine... then so be it! I will deliver my own brand of justice on all these undeserving fake ass phonies because I am as real as they come. I've been the real deal since DAY ONE-Ish.(A beat passed while Heather's expression became more serious and somber.)
~Heather Haze~
"And I hope and pray she shows up and throws down every verbiage, every game plan she can think of in that bubbly head of her to tear me down. Because come next week she'll figure out that she's just a tiny little fish and I am THAT great bull shark that's gonna eat HER alive. And neither her boyfriend nor management and not even Lexy is gonna protect her from Heather FN' Haze!"(Throwing her head back and giggling, Heather almost gleefully clapped her hands together, before walking off from a worried looking JR shaking his head as the scene fades.)
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~A few days later~(Inside a corporate office room, we peer into the unfolding of a scene. An immediate sight is a middle-aged man, with gray slicked back hair and a blatantly black dyed mustache in a three-piece suit. He is sat in a deep burgundy leather desk chair, slouched in the chair comfortably, that reclines backward to an almost obtuse angle.)
(In front of him was a mahogany solid oak desk that seems almost superfluous, since there is little to no paper to be seen. There are only two small table lamps - one near the door atop a wicker table that clashes with the rest of the room's executive motif, and another on the mahogany oak desk with a long brass pull-cord. The absence of overhead light casts shadows into the corners, spilling under the desk and over to the framed black-and-white pictures on the wall.)
(The deep purple curtains are drawn to one side, allowing the light from outside the second story window to paint the eastern wall. It highlights a singular filing cabinet, suspiciously locked and coated in dust.)
(On the other side of the desk was a woman, with her back turned away from the vision of the scene. She was it seems to eye on rather timidly at the man, as she sat on the edge of a black leather chair. They were deep in the middle of a dialogue.)
~Bank Manager~
"Miss Heather... while we value you as our loyal client, is there any way I can talk you out of doing this? Perhaps maybe I can offer you a better interest rate deal on several of your mutual funds, which may come in handy?" (Our vision then swayed around to the view of the women, it was Heather Haze, as she blinked at the bank manager incredulously.)
~Heather Haze~
"Yeeeahhh...That's all very enticing and all, and I'll pretend that anything you are suggesting is making any lick of sense to me, which if I'm being very forthcoming...it really isn't. Buttt.. I made up my mind...and I think it's for the best how I splurge all that money the way I want to."~Bank Manager~
"And You have every right to spend That money any how you want, Miss Haze. But that's a lot of money you have sitting in your account that hasn't been touched for almost a decade. Are you sure it's the best course of action you want to take at this time when the current state of the market is not in the best of shape??"(Heather slammed her fists against the desk in frustration.)
~Heather Haze~
"It's all of MY PORN money OK, and I want all of that PORN money out of my account GONE and transferred over to the Aurora Children's Home. Is that so much to ask?" ~Bank Manager~
"All $22,985 dollars of that money?"~Heather Haze~
"YES ALL OF IT! And don't try and talk me out of it. I made up my mind for all those little children who're gonna be subjected to bad parenting from those unfit Russows. I just can't in my good faith and conscience let that train wreck to ever happen. I JUST CAN'T ALLOW IT!"(The Bank manager held his hand over his chin, and ruffled the dangly stray hairs of his mustache across his lip, wondering about Heather's plans.)
~Bank Manager~
"While it's definitely a selfless gesture that you want to donate all that money to an orphanage, Miss Haze. But, just for formality purposes, Please help me better understand the bigger picture in all this?"(Heather sighed melodramatically, blowing a stray curl of hair out of her face.)
~Heather Haze~
"Look. I want all those little orphans to be taken good care of. I want them to have all the needful resources and the best education money can buy. This may come as shock, but I was an orphan too. And I don't think Daniel and Audrey are capable enough let alone competent to run an orphanage on their lousy minimum wages they make. And not to mention they probably got enough of hospital bills as is since they're always so gosh darn injury prone and crippled! I don't want any of THOSE kids to suffer and be deprived under the Russow's care."(The bank manager weighed in on Heather's words carefully, before finally caving in as he nodded his head.)
~Bank Manager~
"Very well Miss Haze...I can definitely arrange that transaction for you. But before we do that I'll have you sign these papers off, and we'll go from there."(He then licked his finger, and then went back into the filing cabinet, opening the drawer, and pulling out a piece of paper. He hands it over to Heather. She had a squint in her eyes looking over at it.)
~Heather Haze~
"Nooooooo!! Wait, wait I don't want them to know that I'm making a donation. Is there any way I can remain totally anonymous without them tracing it back to me??"~Bank Manager~
"Erm Sure. We can do that. We can maintain your anonymity so that they won't know where the funds came from."(Upon Hearing that, Heather then leaped over the desk with frog-like reflexes. The Bank manager thought he was about to get blindsided with an attack.)
~Bank Manager~
"WHAT THE-!" (However instead he got was the biggest hug ever, as Heather cuddled him sincerely. The old man had never been touched up like that before and it took him by surprise, as Heather beamed with the world’s greatest smile.)
~Heather Haze~
"THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU MADE MY DAY!" (Heather then let go, and there was an awkward moment after the hug where Heather looked super excited, with the bank manager trying to dry off the sweat which quickly gaped out of his shirts, and his withered look on his face like he just received a tingling sensation in a place which he hadn’t felt in many a year simply by the warm touch of Heather.)
~Bank Manager~
"You really must like children? I am a single dad of three myself. My eldest one is starting college this year." (Heather gave a thumbs up to the manager, not understanding he was trying to subtly hit on her with Smalltalk.)
~Heather Haze~
"Yeah...children are the best, aren't they? anywho, let's make this world a better place... for those underprivileged children who need my help. Suck it, Russows."(And with that Heather eagerly signs off the paper works as the scene fades.)