Post by Eliza Valentine on May 24, 2016 0:42:57 GMT
The hot Vegas sun warmed the early evening sky as my feet pounded out an odd rhythm against the paved street, my head bowed low against the oddly warm breeze as I turned my keys over and over in my pocket. In my other hand my phone began to vibrate, Kayla's name flashing across the screen; I slid my thumb across the screen to the little red phone symbol with a sigh and shook my head turning the corner and crossing the street to a little bar tucked into the wall between a bakery and some Hipster store selling things made from Hemp.
The Bartender glanced up as the bell jingled and I smiled raising a hand to wave hello to her, she nodded off to a corner booth and I made my way through the mix of old oak tables and 'upcycled' dump furniture that had found its way onto the bar room floor... As I approached the bench I could see one long leg protruding just out the side as she sat, as always legs crossed at the knee, casual but skin tight blue jeans and simple white shirt. Her hand wrapped around a coke...
As I slid onto the bench opposite her, Ana offered me a sympathetic smile and I half smiled back at her, dropping my phone and keys onto the table between us as I swigged the matching coke waiting in front of me, as I pulled the glass bottle from my lips I sighed and frowned at the bottle....
"Anita will serve me even without ID you know... You could have gotten me something a little stronger..." Ana sighed and shook her head, leaning across the table to address me in a soft, quiet tone.
"That's a dark path you don't need to go down Liz." I scoffed, rolled my eyes...
"Si, Tia - Whatever you say." she sighed now, leaning back on the bench, folding her arms over her chest.
Our conversation rudely interrupted by an insistent vibrating as my phone danced across the table between us; the same name flashing on the screen as Ana glanced at me, raising a brow.
"So... You walked out and now you're ignoring her? ....Very mature." I slammed my hand over the phone, muffling the vibrations.
"Did you come here just to talk down to me? 'Cause I gotta be honest Auntie, I could do without some fucking lecture in maturity and talking it out - I just want to talk shit and get fucked up so, if you're not going to participate... You can leave."
She slammed her hand down now, so hard that even Anita jumped at the bar, but I remained still and stony faced; unlike most people, there was nothing that Ana could do to scare me, I'd seen much... MUCH worse.
"You spoiled little BRAT!" she spat now, unable to keep her voice as quiet as she had wanted and a few slow moving patrons glanced in our direction. "Do you have any idea what she has done for you? The things she has given up... The sacrifices..."
"OH! So all of a sudden you're her biggest fan?!" I spat back with a short, sarcastic laugh.
"Hardly." Ana scoffed, shaking her head. "But them... Amber, Renee, Kayla.... They aren't like us. It isn't we go to work we play a part, we come home we live our lives - Amber never learned how to do that Liz... And neither did Kay...." Ana glanced down at the coke in her hands now, she took a slow and unsteady breath....
"The things that I did to her.... All that time that she wore that collar and was locked in that room where they would...." she glanced up at me now, her eyes glistened but her voice was monotone... Emotionless.....
"That wasn't for the camera. She lived that. Every singe Day." Ana swallowed hard...
"She doesn't know any different."
"And what am I supposed to do about that?" Ana shrugged as I felt the emotion hit my voice, the hurt... The confusion....
"Show her that there is another way I guess...." she reached across the table and placed her hand over mine, where the phone had begun to buzz again underneath... "Or at the very least... Remind her that she is never alone..."
"And how do I do that?"
She turned my hand over now, Kayla's name flashing up at me from the screen.
"Just be there."
I stared at the phone still on the table, no longer vibrating, no longer lit up. It lay cold and quiet now under the ever dimming bar lights and I sighed, tracing the edges of it across the over glossed wood... My finger trailing over and over in the same pattern, going nowhere and doing nothing, but keeping my mind occupied, my mind busy... I didn't hear those footfalls, so soft.. So cautious as they approached the booth in the far corner of the bar... I didn't see her, the slip of a thing that slid into the booth opposite me, no I didn't notice her... And maybe now it was too late?
"Hi." she smiled, as though it had taken all of the courage in the world to say that one word, a single sylabul.
"Hi." I croaked, my hands still nervously tracing that same shape on the table, until the warmth of her touch pressed down upon the dancing fingers, holding them tight she pulled my hands close to her and forced me to look up into the tear stained smiling face of the woman I loved....
"I'm sorry." I offered as she shook her head, still smiling... Still far too good for someone like me....
"Don't be." she shrugged but I was, I was so fucking sorry....
"Let me be sorry." I almost pleaded as I pulled my hands back and free from her touch, denying myself a pleasure I had not yet earned.
"Ok." she agreed, nodding slowly... "If you let me..." she offered.
"Ok." I agreed and we smiled now, that quiet kind of smile that says nothing but feels like it fixes everything that has ever been wrong in the world.
"I don't want you to lose her... You've lost enough...." I smiled broader now.
"She doesn't want me to lose you.... Because you have lost so much more..." she flinched slightly, the idea of my aunt feeling anything but contempt a jarring of her system...
"I love you." she started, my mouth opened but her finger fell to my lips silencing the words unspoken "And I think... I could learn to.... Abide her...."
I giggled beneath the finger that still lay across my lips, the giggle felt loud and almost perverse in the moment, mixed with our hushed tones and desperately sorry states....
"No." I shook my head "You don't have to do that..." I trailed off, finding myself lost in the wet glassy look of her eyes, all the tears not wept, instead pushed back and held down so that she may sit here with me and make promises of abiding a woman who tortured her beyond any mention-able thought of a soul.....
"But I am going to." she sternly pressed and I relented befalling hisses upon that same fingertip that still rested to close to my face, she giggled now and drew back her hand a little too slowly, so that I caught it and turned it over in my own, kissing the lines in her palm...
The laughter line...
Life line....
Love line.
"It's not that I don't find her attractive..."
Somehow she had gotten back on to the Kate track, my own personal little troll I had been orchestrating...
"It's just that... I don't know...." she pondered for a moment and I fought to keep the smile from my lips....
"So, you do find her attractive?" I pressed.
Kayla rolled her eyes, signaling to Anita for another shot.
"Kay..." she held up a hand with a quiet little growl....
"I'm FINE." I nodded quietly.
I didn't want another fight, after all... Who does? She knows how I feel about drinking, especially to excess... My aunt did it, my mother did it, even the man I believed to be my father did it and Ana was right, no good came from it, it was a dark... Dark path; but it wasn't like she did it a lot, well... Not a lot A LOT and it had never affected her career... So tonight I would leave it alone and instead push on with my my made up vice instead...
"So what is it then?" the quick change of tack let her confused for a moment before she grinned...
"I don't think I could share you..." she purred a little now as her leather boot clad foot stroked against my leg "I mean sure, a part of thinks the idea of seeing you with another woman is..." she sighed now, biting her bottom lip "Really hot." she paused, tapping her fingers next to the shot glass Anita had placed in front of her...
"But....?" I encouraged, smiling softly...
"But there is another part of me that thinks I'd rip a bitch to pieces just for THINKING about doing those things to you..." I stifled more laughter, the seriousness and aggression on her face incredibly sexy in all the wrong ways.
"Well..." I started slowly.. "I could just do those things to her... And she to you... And you to me...." each suggestion was punctuated with a breathy pause and Kayla in her slightly inebriated state seemed to hang on my every word....
"But if you're not into it..." I shrugged, changing my voice to bright and light and Kayla started to laugh now.
"You're such a fucking troll!" she pointed at me and I pretended to nip at the tip of her finger with a coy smile...
"Wanna get outta here?" I nod towards the door with a flick of my hair and before I can even look back to her, she is out of the seat, money on the table and heading towards the door.
The Bartender glanced up as the bell jingled and I smiled raising a hand to wave hello to her, she nodded off to a corner booth and I made my way through the mix of old oak tables and 'upcycled' dump furniture that had found its way onto the bar room floor... As I approached the bench I could see one long leg protruding just out the side as she sat, as always legs crossed at the knee, casual but skin tight blue jeans and simple white shirt. Her hand wrapped around a coke...
As I slid onto the bench opposite her, Ana offered me a sympathetic smile and I half smiled back at her, dropping my phone and keys onto the table between us as I swigged the matching coke waiting in front of me, as I pulled the glass bottle from my lips I sighed and frowned at the bottle....
"Anita will serve me even without ID you know... You could have gotten me something a little stronger..." Ana sighed and shook her head, leaning across the table to address me in a soft, quiet tone.
"That's a dark path you don't need to go down Liz." I scoffed, rolled my eyes...
"Si, Tia - Whatever you say." she sighed now, leaning back on the bench, folding her arms over her chest.
Our conversation rudely interrupted by an insistent vibrating as my phone danced across the table between us; the same name flashing on the screen as Ana glanced at me, raising a brow.
"So... You walked out and now you're ignoring her? ....Very mature." I slammed my hand over the phone, muffling the vibrations.
"Did you come here just to talk down to me? 'Cause I gotta be honest Auntie, I could do without some fucking lecture in maturity and talking it out - I just want to talk shit and get fucked up so, if you're not going to participate... You can leave."
She slammed her hand down now, so hard that even Anita jumped at the bar, but I remained still and stony faced; unlike most people, there was nothing that Ana could do to scare me, I'd seen much... MUCH worse.
"You spoiled little BRAT!" she spat now, unable to keep her voice as quiet as she had wanted and a few slow moving patrons glanced in our direction. "Do you have any idea what she has done for you? The things she has given up... The sacrifices..."
"OH! So all of a sudden you're her biggest fan?!" I spat back with a short, sarcastic laugh.
"Hardly." Ana scoffed, shaking her head. "But them... Amber, Renee, Kayla.... They aren't like us. It isn't we go to work we play a part, we come home we live our lives - Amber never learned how to do that Liz... And neither did Kay...." Ana glanced down at the coke in her hands now, she took a slow and unsteady breath....
"The things that I did to her.... All that time that she wore that collar and was locked in that room where they would...." she glanced up at me now, her eyes glistened but her voice was monotone... Emotionless.....
"That wasn't for the camera. She lived that. Every singe Day." Ana swallowed hard...
"She doesn't know any different."
"And what am I supposed to do about that?" Ana shrugged as I felt the emotion hit my voice, the hurt... The confusion....
"Show her that there is another way I guess...." she reached across the table and placed her hand over mine, where the phone had begun to buzz again underneath... "Or at the very least... Remind her that she is never alone..."
"And how do I do that?"
She turned my hand over now, Kayla's name flashing up at me from the screen.
"Just be there."
"Lilith; for such a big and ominous name so richly entrenched in the histories of what many believe to be the one true Religion....
You sure are a puny little thing aren't you?
I mean, you could argue that names aren't all that important and sure as hell nothing to be lived up to - well, you coulda but then you went and made assumptions about me based on my surname, my bloodline... As though I have any more control over that than you do over what your mother Christened you after she squeezed you out and heard your shrill irrirtating voice for the first time.... But sure, lets play your game and pretend that namesakes have some big meaning in our lives....
You are named after one of the oldest and truest powers known to man; the true wife of Adam, the bringer of the Apocalypse... The end of man....
And there you stand so tiny... an elf... a pixie.... A troll.
Yes, a troll who likes to play make believe and expects everyone to play along with your pathetic ignorant little mind fucks because you brought teddy bears to the picnic, well sweetheart, I am bringing a big old can of whupass with your name painted on it real pretty... That much I can promise you.
You, are named after a theoretical being denied into non-existence by the Pope himself.
I carry a name synonymous with greatness, with victory, with success... I carry the namesake of a true legacy in the Wrestling world.
See Lil, just like every game of wits you have ever played in your life - you lose this one.
But sure, go on about how we all just don't understand you and you're gonna stomp your little feet all the way to the top because you want a shot at the boos, be as boring and predictable as the rest of them and go for Ana because she is the boss, all the while cashing in your pay checks and smiling all the way to the bank... Call her every fucking name you like sweetness, you still work for her, you are nothing but an employee... You think you matter to Ana Valentine?! I have news for you...
I am her fucking blood and she books me like the biggest jobber on the roster every time I so much as look at her the wrong way....
You don't stand a fucking chance.
You have been called a breath of fresh air, all this talk about being happiful and eating cookies and wanting to make a change and BlaBlaBla; the ridiculous thing is that you are exactly the same as everyone else, you just have an extra sprinkle of crazy bitch on your cereal in the morning; that doesn't make you special Lilith, hell in this business that barely makes you exist... You think YOU are destined to be a Champion? I have news for you Lilith, the only destiny you have, is to be a speed bump on my road to success...
I might have a name to live up to, but unlike you, I plan to exceed the name passed down to me, I plan to be bigger, badder, better than Ana Valentine EVER was; so you go ahead and waste your breath and your energy talking about how you want to kick the ass of the woman lining your pockets... Meanwhile, I'll be the one climbing the ladder - one rung at a time - until it is MY fingers wrapped around that Championship belt as I thrust it above my head...
You are merely step one... Fifty years from now when my memoirs are being written, you will be nothing... Forgotten... Not even a footnote in the history of the Legendary; Eliza Valentine"
I stared at the phone still on the table, no longer vibrating, no longer lit up. It lay cold and quiet now under the ever dimming bar lights and I sighed, tracing the edges of it across the over glossed wood... My finger trailing over and over in the same pattern, going nowhere and doing nothing, but keeping my mind occupied, my mind busy... I didn't hear those footfalls, so soft.. So cautious as they approached the booth in the far corner of the bar... I didn't see her, the slip of a thing that slid into the booth opposite me, no I didn't notice her... And maybe now it was too late?
"Hi." she smiled, as though it had taken all of the courage in the world to say that one word, a single sylabul.
"Hi." I croaked, my hands still nervously tracing that same shape on the table, until the warmth of her touch pressed down upon the dancing fingers, holding them tight she pulled my hands close to her and forced me to look up into the tear stained smiling face of the woman I loved....
"I'm sorry." I offered as she shook her head, still smiling... Still far too good for someone like me....
"Don't be." she shrugged but I was, I was so fucking sorry....
"Let me be sorry." I almost pleaded as I pulled my hands back and free from her touch, denying myself a pleasure I had not yet earned.
"Ok." she agreed, nodding slowly... "If you let me..." she offered.
"Ok." I agreed and we smiled now, that quiet kind of smile that says nothing but feels like it fixes everything that has ever been wrong in the world.
"I don't want you to lose her... You've lost enough...." I smiled broader now.
"She doesn't want me to lose you.... Because you have lost so much more..." she flinched slightly, the idea of my aunt feeling anything but contempt a jarring of her system...
"I love you." she started, my mouth opened but her finger fell to my lips silencing the words unspoken "And I think... I could learn to.... Abide her...."
I giggled beneath the finger that still lay across my lips, the giggle felt loud and almost perverse in the moment, mixed with our hushed tones and desperately sorry states....
"No." I shook my head "You don't have to do that..." I trailed off, finding myself lost in the wet glassy look of her eyes, all the tears not wept, instead pushed back and held down so that she may sit here with me and make promises of abiding a woman who tortured her beyond any mention-able thought of a soul.....
"But I am going to." she sternly pressed and I relented befalling hisses upon that same fingertip that still rested to close to my face, she giggled now and drew back her hand a little too slowly, so that I caught it and turned it over in my own, kissing the lines in her palm...
The laughter line...
Life line....
Love line.
"Now sure, you're going to talk about how I am the niece of some bubblegum bitch, about how in my time here in VWS I have stacked up some losses to my name where as you, lil miss Lilith have had one match here and won. Well, at least, if you are in any way equipped to work in this industry that is what you will focus on, you will work out how my losses happened and promise to replicate these things, but see; here is where that is a failing for you... You do not have the advantageous circumstance of a multi woman match or a tag match.
You do not have the aide and confusion of so many people in the ring, of there being so many possible distractions; you will not, as Amber did, have a chance to abuse my good nature and love for my friends, no no Lilith, there will be no one for you to attack so that I may be the victim of a roll up; there will not be several ladders to topple me from so hard all my bones should shatter... No, Lilith there will be me. And you...
And Sarah Twilight.
And sure, you want the world to believe she is your buddy, your pal... But ask yourself, who does she work for, who has she been so delicately placed into this match by? And what possible purpose could she have in it? Do you really think Sarah Twilight is interested in harming me? In turning the odds against me? Am *I* the irritant in her side? Am I the one making demands and call and teddies up in her image? Am I the one she has several times mentioned her desire to end with the ring of a bell to my head?
Why no, Lilith, I do not believe that IS me is it?
Huh. It has to be driving you insane... Well, mor insane than you alreaady are; trying to figure out her place in this match... Just another thing counting against you, another distraction, another thing to ensure your attention is not entirely on me... Another mistake waiting to happen. You are so worried about her place in this, that you have forgotten yours... So concerned with the who's and the whys that you have completely disregarded your opponent in this match...
Whether you like it or not Lilith... I AM an ever growing force. I AM the up and comer. I AM the soon-to-be best thing that has ever happened in this business... And you meanwhile?
Well, you talk a lot of shit you harp on and on for hours about the same tired things, repeating yourself over and over hoping that, no one will notice the only point you ever have is 'Sarah is amazing, I am almost as amazing, everyone else sucks'.
Inspiring...
No... Really.
After all.. You and Sarah have a love to last the ages, right?
She's the BEST wrestler in the world, right?
And you... Lil... You have nothing to fear from her...
Right?"
She sat across the table from me, her hand wrapped around the small shot glass of tequila as she raised it to me and then knocked it back before shaking her head, sticking out her tongue and making a loud, disgusted noise at the taste of her shot. I laughed a little and shook my head as she slammed the glass down on the table as if in victory, before shaking her hair back out of her face to look me in the eye.
"It's not that I don't find her attractive..."
Somehow she had gotten back on to the Kate track, my own personal little troll I had been orchestrating...
"It's just that... I don't know...." she pondered for a moment and I fought to keep the smile from my lips....
"So, you do find her attractive?" I pressed.
Kayla rolled her eyes, signaling to Anita for another shot.
"Kay..." she held up a hand with a quiet little growl....
"I'm FINE." I nodded quietly.
I didn't want another fight, after all... Who does? She knows how I feel about drinking, especially to excess... My aunt did it, my mother did it, even the man I believed to be my father did it and Ana was right, no good came from it, it was a dark... Dark path; but it wasn't like she did it a lot, well... Not a lot A LOT and it had never affected her career... So tonight I would leave it alone and instead push on with my my made up vice instead...
"So what is it then?" the quick change of tack let her confused for a moment before she grinned...
"I don't think I could share you..." she purred a little now as her leather boot clad foot stroked against my leg "I mean sure, a part of thinks the idea of seeing you with another woman is..." she sighed now, biting her bottom lip "Really hot." she paused, tapping her fingers next to the shot glass Anita had placed in front of her...
"But....?" I encouraged, smiling softly...
"But there is another part of me that thinks I'd rip a bitch to pieces just for THINKING about doing those things to you..." I stifled more laughter, the seriousness and aggression on her face incredibly sexy in all the wrong ways.
"Well..." I started slowly.. "I could just do those things to her... And she to you... And you to me...." each suggestion was punctuated with a breathy pause and Kayla in her slightly inebriated state seemed to hang on my every word....
"But if you're not into it..." I shrugged, changing my voice to bright and light and Kayla started to laugh now.
"You're such a fucking troll!" she pointed at me and I pretended to nip at the tip of her finger with a coy smile...
"Wanna get outta here?" I nod towards the door with a flick of my hair and before I can even look back to her, she is out of the seat, money on the table and heading towards the door.