Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 19:18:27 GMT
The group known as Douche Nation had already established a headquarters of such at the iconic Hard Rock Hotel pool area since arriving a few days ago. That was where they spent a majority of their days, while their nights pretty much consisted of wandering up and down the strip, drinking and partying hard to their own delight. Las Vegas was a perfect for this trio that lived off a debauchery and bravado. However, there were times where Abby needed to get away from all of that and be her own person. Yes, that is hard for someone who doesn't have a last name to admit, but she was different from Kellen and Heather. She was a woman who needed to meditate from time to time; she was something of a free spirit while her blonde counterpart was tethered to Kellen through insecurity and just wanting to be loved. Kellen was who because he was an only child, being told how amazing he was while being given the nicest toys from his rich parents. He was practically rewarded just for being good looking and athletic, thus was able to live in this ignorant bubble where he could be this lovable buffoon without having to experience the harsh reality. In many ways, Abby was a bit different from them as she was incredibly aware of their human flaws, but understood the importance of their lifestyle; understood that being able to act like Douche Bags without accountability gave the rest of the world hope.
Sometimes she just needed to get away from all of that though.
Sitting on her board in the parking lot of the Excalibur, she lit up hash pipe and sucked in that primo-bud that her parents had been growing since she was six. They were incredibly progressive to say the very least. They were never even rolled by the cops. It was during her child hood where she was taught the healing power of marijuana. It didn't just heal one's body, but their mind and soul as well. Abby was told that there was no reason to have anxiety because she can just take a puff of some reefer and it would all go away. Not only was she cleansed of her hate and fears, but she felt more enlightened, in tune with mother earth. Tom and Jane stressed the importance of being free and not held down by the shackles of corporate America. They told her that if something felt right, just do it and do not worry about what others are going to think of you. That was what she lived her life by and she never felt more free than she did when she living high risk. Yes, the bud helped her feel like one with the earth, but it was when she was riding the waves did she feel like she was a God. If there were no waves then grinding on some asphalt would suffice. That was what she was doing at that very moment.
She was days away from her big debut match and needed the time to ease what little anxiety she had towards it. Was it because she was afraid of the Bradleys? No, of course not. Let's face facts, statistically, the Bradleys are not a threat to anybody on the roster. They never win their matches and never have much of anything of any relevance to say. Essentially, they are a big dumb break dancing jock and an overzealous sister, who might know how to fight, but has absolutely no style. They are not going to be able to overcome the avalanche of charisma and overbearing sexuality that is The Douche Nation. They can't even get past a Dalmon, how are they going to over come a force of nature that draws people to them? No, Abby was not concerned with facing them in the ring because a win was a forgone conclusion. Abby needed the moment of meditation because of all of the excitement. While she wasn't exactly green, she had yet to find her footing as professional athlete yet. Sure, she had quick stints at place and was with Kellen and Heather in FGA, but nothing stuck with her. Those places were temporary and she knew it. VWS was different. There was something about this company that made her think that it wouldn't just make Douche Nation stars, but they could help put this company on the map. VWS and her could grow together; to nurture each other until they are both what they need to be. THAT was what excited; the opportunity to be an architect was what made her incredibly nervous going into Tenacity ...which was why she was skating and smoking.
Unfortunately, the rent-a-cops did not appreciate this.
“Ma'am, read the sign, no skating boarding allowed.” The overweight man in his thirties got a better look at her and did a double take. “Also, aren't you a little too old for this anyways? You have to be in you twenties?”
“Dude, chill out. You are never too old to do the things you love.” Abby said as she refused to get off her board, but instead did an olley in front of him. “Plus, I am not hurting anyone here. Hell, there is no one here. Nobody EVER makes a big deal against bike riding in certain area, but somehow skating is this horrible offense to businesses. I don't get it, man.”
“You don't have to get anything, you just have to stop. It is against the law. Also, I can get you for indecent exposure as well.” The security guard warned.
“For what?” Abby held out her arms in confusion.
“You aren't wearing pants.” This was true, she was, in fact, not wearing pants. Abby, a free spirit, did not like the constraints of societies expectations of what was appropriate. She grew up on the beach and rarely had the need to wear a whole lot. When she had to, it just didn't feel right. She felt as if she was being repressed; as if the world had this terrifying fear of the human body for no reason. She felt that the female form was too often associated directly to sex and thus the parent groups and others deemed that women should be as covered up as possible to not strike sexual feelings from the males who the world catered to for a very long time. Unfortunately for those religious groups, the world was changing and she felt those things didn't have to be associated together anymore. She was not going to cover herself up just because there was this unspoken social norm that was in place. Plus, this was Vegas, those norms shouldn't apply here.
“So what? You aren't wearing big groucho marks glasses.” She said in a smart ass tone. As per usual, she was decked out in a t-shirt, a pair of vans, and string bikini bottoms. Again, she did it because it felt comfortable. She was like this even before she started hooking up with Klein and Heather. Heather did it because Klein asked her to and she liked getting the attention. Abby? This was just the way she was; the way she was raised. She was free. Nobody was going to tell her to live otherwise. “Plus, it is Summer nowadays. Y'know, swimsuit weather. Why don't you chill the fuck out, man.”
“Ma'am, you need to leave before ...” the security started again, but Abby quickly cut him off.
“Please, stop calling me 'ma'am. I am quite a few years away from ever needing to be called something so formal. Also, you are a security guard in Las Vegas, I am sure there are worse crimes for you to attend to in this parking garage. There were a couple of guys smoking meth in a van a few minutes ago. Why don't you go bother them?”
“Because skate boarding is against our building code laws.”
“And meth isn't?” Abby asked somewhat confused on this man's backwards logic. “Listen man, it isn't my fault that your parking structure has the most grindable terrain. It also isn't my fault that sometimes, yeah, I need to get away from all of that hustle and bustle that my friends partake in on the strip. I am sure there is a part of you that still knows how to be coo, right?”
“I wouldn't say that I am not cool.” The security guard was trying explain away his own insecurity.
“Come on, you are harassing a half naked woman for skate boarding and you are trying to tell me that aren't some kind of a square?” Abby was now just taunting this guy for fun. She was beginning to notice how annoyed he had become with her at this point.
“I am just doing my job.”
“Yeah, when you get paid the salary of a lawyer or doctor, you can use that excuse. You can't fucking use it when you are a security guy hassling someone who just trying to relax. You are someone who seems like they need to chillax themselves. Let me guess, wife, kids, one bed room apartment?”
“We live in trailer park.” The security guard answered reluctantly.
“That is a sad lot, my man,” Abby began as she took a seat back on her board and started packing another bowl. “I get it, though. You are trying to make it all worth it by being good at your job, but you only KNOW small scale, therefore, you go for what is easiest to you. Instead of stopping the real addicts, you harass skaters because, at least then, you have earned your paycheck. Now watch how I transition here... It is wrestling promo magic ...” she warned him with a smile while still packing in her weed.
“What are you on about?”
“You aren't much different from two people with the last name of Bradley. Like you, they are comfortable competing on a smaller scale ...and even then they are bad at it.” She pauses to light up her pipe and suck in the smoke.
“Who are the Bradleys? What are you even talking about?”
Abby blows out a puff of weed before continuing her little rant. “I guess you can call them rivals, but only because we are the only two tag teams in the company right now. Though, after our match, I would like to think of ourselves as friends, because I don't like actively hating anyone but the government. You see, security guy, I am pro risk taker, for lack of a better word. One of those risks I love is that of pro wrestling. These Bradleys I speak of are my very first opponents ...and if no tag teams join soon, we will be doing this dance a lot, I feel. The problem is, like you, the try hard at being just mediocre. You have these two people that where so many hats like tae kwon do fighter, wrestling veteran, break dancer, High School Football player. You think with so many hobbies and professions that there would be something to show for it; that they would attempt to use those skills in a grand way. Yet, when the bell rings, they falter. Despite their past, their expectations of themselves are so low that they seem to want to be just be good at losing. It is easier for them to be good at that and collect a paycheck then it is to go after the big fish ...because, ultimately that is all people like you and the Bradleys know. It is sad, really.”
The security guard, having just been told off by this incredibly stoned, stood there speechless while she took another puff or pipe. Unfortunately, for him, she was not done.
“So ...maybe, instead of hassling me over something so petty and ridiculous, you, as well as Danielle and Mike might want to try to better your own lives first. There is a reason why I am self-assured and people like you are trying to get one up on people like me. This is me telling you and The Bradleys to step off because your personal baggage shouldn't be my problem, homes.”
She put her pipe back in her purse as the security guard didn't say anything in response. Instead, he walked away back towards the casino with a distraught look on her face. Abby wanted to feel bad about hurting him but couldn't. Some people are just leeches and pick at her because they believe her to weak. The thing she was being attacked for was one of those rules that could easily be ignored that wasn't so a minimum wage worker could stroke his own ego. Abby was not going to someone's stepping stone just so they could feel good about themselves. The very same could be said about The Bradleys and their attempt for relevance. There was no way that she was going to let Douche Nation be their first win in the company. They didn't do anything to do deserve that whatsoever.
Understanding that she was to be left alone for the time being, Abby stood up and got back on her board to continue her break away from her two friends and team mates.
Sometimes she just needed to get away from all of that though.
Sitting on her board in the parking lot of the Excalibur, she lit up hash pipe and sucked in that primo-bud that her parents had been growing since she was six. They were incredibly progressive to say the very least. They were never even rolled by the cops. It was during her child hood where she was taught the healing power of marijuana. It didn't just heal one's body, but their mind and soul as well. Abby was told that there was no reason to have anxiety because she can just take a puff of some reefer and it would all go away. Not only was she cleansed of her hate and fears, but she felt more enlightened, in tune with mother earth. Tom and Jane stressed the importance of being free and not held down by the shackles of corporate America. They told her that if something felt right, just do it and do not worry about what others are going to think of you. That was what she lived her life by and she never felt more free than she did when she living high risk. Yes, the bud helped her feel like one with the earth, but it was when she was riding the waves did she feel like she was a God. If there were no waves then grinding on some asphalt would suffice. That was what she was doing at that very moment.
She was days away from her big debut match and needed the time to ease what little anxiety she had towards it. Was it because she was afraid of the Bradleys? No, of course not. Let's face facts, statistically, the Bradleys are not a threat to anybody on the roster. They never win their matches and never have much of anything of any relevance to say. Essentially, they are a big dumb break dancing jock and an overzealous sister, who might know how to fight, but has absolutely no style. They are not going to be able to overcome the avalanche of charisma and overbearing sexuality that is The Douche Nation. They can't even get past a Dalmon, how are they going to over come a force of nature that draws people to them? No, Abby was not concerned with facing them in the ring because a win was a forgone conclusion. Abby needed the moment of meditation because of all of the excitement. While she wasn't exactly green, she had yet to find her footing as professional athlete yet. Sure, she had quick stints at place and was with Kellen and Heather in FGA, but nothing stuck with her. Those places were temporary and she knew it. VWS was different. There was something about this company that made her think that it wouldn't just make Douche Nation stars, but they could help put this company on the map. VWS and her could grow together; to nurture each other until they are both what they need to be. THAT was what excited; the opportunity to be an architect was what made her incredibly nervous going into Tenacity ...which was why she was skating and smoking.
Unfortunately, the rent-a-cops did not appreciate this.
“Ma'am, read the sign, no skating boarding allowed.” The overweight man in his thirties got a better look at her and did a double take. “Also, aren't you a little too old for this anyways? You have to be in you twenties?”
“Dude, chill out. You are never too old to do the things you love.” Abby said as she refused to get off her board, but instead did an olley in front of him. “Plus, I am not hurting anyone here. Hell, there is no one here. Nobody EVER makes a big deal against bike riding in certain area, but somehow skating is this horrible offense to businesses. I don't get it, man.”
“You don't have to get anything, you just have to stop. It is against the law. Also, I can get you for indecent exposure as well.” The security guard warned.
“For what?” Abby held out her arms in confusion.
“You aren't wearing pants.” This was true, she was, in fact, not wearing pants. Abby, a free spirit, did not like the constraints of societies expectations of what was appropriate. She grew up on the beach and rarely had the need to wear a whole lot. When she had to, it just didn't feel right. She felt as if she was being repressed; as if the world had this terrifying fear of the human body for no reason. She felt that the female form was too often associated directly to sex and thus the parent groups and others deemed that women should be as covered up as possible to not strike sexual feelings from the males who the world catered to for a very long time. Unfortunately for those religious groups, the world was changing and she felt those things didn't have to be associated together anymore. She was not going to cover herself up just because there was this unspoken social norm that was in place. Plus, this was Vegas, those norms shouldn't apply here.
“So what? You aren't wearing big groucho marks glasses.” She said in a smart ass tone. As per usual, she was decked out in a t-shirt, a pair of vans, and string bikini bottoms. Again, she did it because it felt comfortable. She was like this even before she started hooking up with Klein and Heather. Heather did it because Klein asked her to and she liked getting the attention. Abby? This was just the way she was; the way she was raised. She was free. Nobody was going to tell her to live otherwise. “Plus, it is Summer nowadays. Y'know, swimsuit weather. Why don't you chill the fuck out, man.”
“Ma'am, you need to leave before ...” the security started again, but Abby quickly cut him off.
“Please, stop calling me 'ma'am. I am quite a few years away from ever needing to be called something so formal. Also, you are a security guard in Las Vegas, I am sure there are worse crimes for you to attend to in this parking garage. There were a couple of guys smoking meth in a van a few minutes ago. Why don't you go bother them?”
“Because skate boarding is against our building code laws.”
“And meth isn't?” Abby asked somewhat confused on this man's backwards logic. “Listen man, it isn't my fault that your parking structure has the most grindable terrain. It also isn't my fault that sometimes, yeah, I need to get away from all of that hustle and bustle that my friends partake in on the strip. I am sure there is a part of you that still knows how to be coo, right?”
“I wouldn't say that I am not cool.” The security guard was trying explain away his own insecurity.
“Come on, you are harassing a half naked woman for skate boarding and you are trying to tell me that aren't some kind of a square?” Abby was now just taunting this guy for fun. She was beginning to notice how annoyed he had become with her at this point.
“I am just doing my job.”
“Yeah, when you get paid the salary of a lawyer or doctor, you can use that excuse. You can't fucking use it when you are a security guy hassling someone who just trying to relax. You are someone who seems like they need to chillax themselves. Let me guess, wife, kids, one bed room apartment?”
“We live in trailer park.” The security guard answered reluctantly.
“That is a sad lot, my man,” Abby began as she took a seat back on her board and started packing another bowl. “I get it, though. You are trying to make it all worth it by being good at your job, but you only KNOW small scale, therefore, you go for what is easiest to you. Instead of stopping the real addicts, you harass skaters because, at least then, you have earned your paycheck. Now watch how I transition here... It is wrestling promo magic ...” she warned him with a smile while still packing in her weed.
“What are you on about?”
“You aren't much different from two people with the last name of Bradley. Like you, they are comfortable competing on a smaller scale ...and even then they are bad at it.” She pauses to light up her pipe and suck in the smoke.
“Who are the Bradleys? What are you even talking about?”
Abby blows out a puff of weed before continuing her little rant. “I guess you can call them rivals, but only because we are the only two tag teams in the company right now. Though, after our match, I would like to think of ourselves as friends, because I don't like actively hating anyone but the government. You see, security guy, I am pro risk taker, for lack of a better word. One of those risks I love is that of pro wrestling. These Bradleys I speak of are my very first opponents ...and if no tag teams join soon, we will be doing this dance a lot, I feel. The problem is, like you, the try hard at being just mediocre. You have these two people that where so many hats like tae kwon do fighter, wrestling veteran, break dancer, High School Football player. You think with so many hobbies and professions that there would be something to show for it; that they would attempt to use those skills in a grand way. Yet, when the bell rings, they falter. Despite their past, their expectations of themselves are so low that they seem to want to be just be good at losing. It is easier for them to be good at that and collect a paycheck then it is to go after the big fish ...because, ultimately that is all people like you and the Bradleys know. It is sad, really.”
The security guard, having just been told off by this incredibly stoned, stood there speechless while she took another puff or pipe. Unfortunately, for him, she was not done.
“So ...maybe, instead of hassling me over something so petty and ridiculous, you, as well as Danielle and Mike might want to try to better your own lives first. There is a reason why I am self-assured and people like you are trying to get one up on people like me. This is me telling you and The Bradleys to step off because your personal baggage shouldn't be my problem, homes.”
She put her pipe back in her purse as the security guard didn't say anything in response. Instead, he walked away back towards the casino with a distraught look on her face. Abby wanted to feel bad about hurting him but couldn't. Some people are just leeches and pick at her because they believe her to weak. The thing she was being attacked for was one of those rules that could easily be ignored that wasn't so a minimum wage worker could stroke his own ego. Abby was not going to someone's stepping stone just so they could feel good about themselves. The very same could be said about The Bradleys and their attempt for relevance. There was no way that she was going to let Douche Nation be their first win in the company. They didn't do anything to do deserve that whatsoever.
Understanding that she was to be left alone for the time being, Abby stood up and got back on her board to continue her break away from her two friends and team mates.