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Post by rileyowens on Nov 12, 2014 20:46:09 GMT -6
The Harley Files: Part One
“Acceptance”
Wrestling has always been a dream of mine. Yeah, I know that line is vastly overused; but, in my case, it’s true. I was first introduced to the sport by my big brother, Devin. Although he’s my older brother, we aren’t too far apart in age; there’s only a four to five year difference.
I originally started watching wrestling because I wanted to bond with my bro. He watched wrestling, so I wanted to watch it with him. And, as we all know, that’s part of the trap. Eventually, I was sucked into myself; that’s when I became a fan.
When I was young, I was drawn to the spectacle of it all. The colors, the crazy characters, etc. As I got older, and as the business started to change, so did my focus. I started to become fascinated in the technical aspects. You know: the moves, the pacing, and the psychology of a match.
The same thing happened with Devin.
So, we did something. Devin and I made pact that after we both finished college that we would find a wrestling school and train together. Now trust me, this wasn’t any old “wrestling dream.” We were deadly serious. We would phone numbers, called schools, checked prices.
We knew this was something that we wanted to do.
Like I said, Devin is older; so, he went to college first. He did his four years and got a degree in Media Design. My bro has always been a creative dude, so that major fit him. After graduation, he planned to get a job.
But, that was shortly after 9/11.
Devin...I don’t know, he felt he needed to do something. So, he joined the military.
And a few months later, my bro was off to war.
Me? I started my four years of college. We lived in Seattle at the time, and I had received a full ride scholarship. I received my degree in Education; Devin was still overseas. I went into teaching for about two years. In my first year I taught young kids, 3rd grade. It was ok, but it was a bunch of work. The next year I got transferred to 5th grade, which was a lot more manageable.
Was I happy as a teacher?
Well, that’s a hard question to answer. I guess...I guess you could say I was comfortable. I wasn’t making the most money, but I was getting by; I didn’t want for anything. And if I did, I knew I could just go to my dad.
But, my mind was still focused on wrestling.
Ha, I remember in undergrad my tastes in wrestling changed. I used to love the mainstream American product; then, it became boring and predictable. In college, some of my friends introduced me to Japanese wrestling―of course I fell in love.
The intensity…
The physicality…
The Fighting Spirit...I just couldn’t get enough.
I watched a lot of Japanese wrestling in undergrad, and when I became a teacher. Ha, I guess a lot it did was fuel my fire to wrestle.
During my second year of teaching, Devin came back from war. I was so proud of him, serving his country and all. Devin...I was...I like my best friend. So, it was great having him back.
Shortly after getting back to the states, Devin started having issues. He and I talked about something, and we decided to take him in to get an evaluation. From the tests, it was determined that he had PTSD.
In Devin’s case, the PSTD was a medium grade; normally, he could keep under control. Nonetheless, every once in a while...things got bad.
Hmm…
I remember after we got the results, the only thing Devin wanted to know is if he could still train to wrestle. He still wanted to live our childhood dream, just as I did. He didn’t care about the flashbacks or episodes―he just wanted to wrestle.
But he wasn’t allowed, according to the doctor.
Man, you don’t know how depressed he was.
…
Sometime went past when Devin sat me down to talk. He told...that I should wrestle. He knew it was both of our dreams, and he didn’t want to kill my aspiration simply because he couldn’t wrestle.
So, he gave me his blessing and encouragement.
And so, I jumped into the business.
I began training at KWI. At the time, the company was one of the best wrestling schools in the country. They accepted me, so I went there to train. KWI was special, because we didn’t just train; KWI also held wrestling events. So, we’d train in the ring; and then every two weeks we squared off in the ring. It was different than the traditional wrestling school; and, I’d like to think it helped me out a lot.
I got involved in a lot of drama at the school, which I won’t go into. Not all the students liked me, the trainers and staff did though; maybe it’s because even with all the shit happening, I always tried to stay focused on wrestling.
I also think the staff saw my potential. Throughout my tenure in KWI, I was always the least experienced in my matches. Yet, I was able to win about half of them. I wasn’t polished yet, but I impressed people; even got a couple upset wins.
It was pretty clear that I’d become something in this Business.
Other companies started to take an interest in me, way before I had even graduated. And once I eventually did graduate, the offers started flooding in.
GPW wanted to sign me; and, I gave a lot of thought about it. However, if you follow wrestling, you know GPW is always surrounded by controversy. So, I’m glad I decided against signing there.
Another company, SPITFIRE also showed interest. I actually did end up working there. I had two or three matches there, before its parent company closed down.
However, I ended up getting signed by HKW. Honestly, the company probably didn’t even know who I was back then. Being proactive, I decided to send the company a tape of my matches and promos. For whatever reason, the staff liked them; and, well, they signed.
So one week I’m wrestling in small arena, and the next week I was in one of the largest wrestling companies in the world.
What a culture shock huh?
Well, that’s where I’ve been for a while now. Am I the biggest star in the company? Certainly not. But, do the staff and fans appreciate my work? I’d like to think so.
And, am I starting to make some kind of an impact in the company; are people starting to take notice?
Hell yeah!
And now, I’ve been given the opportunity to come into PWP and prove my worth. You know, I’m not even sure Mr. Duncan knows this, but, it is such an honor to even be invited to work a show at PWP. Some of the greatest stars in wrestling history run through and work at PWP. To be deemed worthy enough to step into the fold with them...it is a great honor, it truly is.
I know I’m going to go out there and do my absolute best, not just to win, but to prove how good I am. People sometimes look at me, and they only see a pretty face. I’m a credible wrestler; I’ve proven that.
And now I’m looking to prove that in PWP!
“F**k it, I Got Some Heart”
I never expected to have an easy first match; in fact, one could say that there aren’t many “easy” matches in wrestling.
So I guess this one fits right into my line of thinking so to speak.
A lot of people have doubted me as of late. Ha, “as of late.” Let’s be serious; a lot of people have doubted me ever since I entered into this Business. I’m not going to say I’m underestimated, because I hate that bullshit phrase; that’s what weak wrestlers say. I will say that I’m “unappreciated,” or “undervalued.”
It’s been that way since KWI. The men saw an attractive, sexy woman; most of them never viewed me as an equal in the ring. And certainly, they didn’t view me as a threat. What about the women you might ask? Their views were very much the same. They mistook my kindness for weakness and figured that I wouldn’t be a killer in the ring, based on my personality outside the ring...
They were all mistaken.
Over the last few months I’ve worked my ass off to try and improve the “image” that has been thrust upon me. I landed a job in HKW, one of the largest promotions in the world. And then...it was all about my work in the ring:
My first match was a tag team match; the participants aren’t important. Wants important is that I was able to pick up the win for my team.
Weeks later Nicole Starr and I formed a tag team. We were entered into a large tournament, and the winner would be could the tag team champions. In the end we lost that match; but, I had one Hell of a showing.
And then on the next card, I was pitted against me same tag team partner. Nicole tore the Indie scene up last year; so, she was the favorite to win.
But she didn’t win.
She was defeated.
Slowly, I’ve begun to rack up a number of wins, in HKW and abroad. My skills have been tested, and I’ve passed those tests.
I know people still have doubts; so once again, I’m going to have to go out there and show people how good I am. I’m going to do just that during this match with Violet and Ling Ling.
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Violet…
PWP has dubbed you “one of the most talented women in wrestling, today.” You know though; it’s kind of funny, because I’ve never heard your name mentioned anywhere except PWP. And, you’ve only had one match here.
Now dear, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not trying to discredit you, or downplay your win at PWP 12. Because the fact of the matter is you did win. You went in there and defeated Malcolm Xaba, a man who does have a bit of buzz around his name.
Congratulations.
But, one match does not a legend make.
I know you think you’ve probably got the advantage coming into this Violet, but in all honesty, all three of us in this match are in the same boat. None of us are a PWP original. Each and every one of us will be trying to prove something out there in that ring; all of us will be trying to show this company why we deserve to be here.
You might be good Violet: you might be talented...are you the best though? I doubt it. You are in the very same position as me. And that means you can beat.
Or should I say, that means you WILL be beaten.
Am I being cocky, am I being arrogant? No, not at all. I am confident Violet. And, considering all the shit I’ve been through in the last couple of months, I’ve got the right to be confident.
Don’t believe me huh?
Well, sit back and chill while I give my best Eminem impression and tell you some shit you probably didn’t know about me:
I began my journey in this Business about a year ago; I started off in KWI, a simple training school. First and foremost, I went there to learn how to wrestle, which, I did. But along the way, I got involved in some mess.
Violet, if you were to Google my name or if you were to search Twitter, you’d find some very interesting stories. Some of them are true, some of them are false. I’ll clarify on some; some...hmm, you’ll just have to guess.
Yes Violet, I’m Big Bad Nina Stokes, the one who betrayed a poor, “innocent” white girl named Jessica Sears. I “turned my back on her” and made a play for her boyfriend at the time. And so I broke up an already rocky relationship and became some type of evil Arch Villain. And KWI was abuzz and HKW was abuzz; everyone was talking about it.
I hurt feelings…
I broke hearts…
Apparently, I “shattered lives.”
Rumors or Truth Violet?
If the rumors are true Violet, then you are about to step into the ring with one of the most sadistic, cold-hearted wrestlers walking on this planet.
Hmm, wouldn’t that be so unfortunate for you?
Rumors or Truth?
Ha, but Violent, I guess you can consider yourself lucky...in this regard anyway. Yes I broke up a relationship; and if that makes me a bad person in some people’s eyes, then so be it.
I’m not heartless Violet…
I’m not cold-blooded.
Lies or Truths, Deception or Honesty.
At this point, it doesn’t really matter now does it Violet? In fact, there is really only one absolute Truth, just one single, unadulterated trait that you need to know about me…
I’m a wrestler!
Regardless of my past transgressions, regardless of all the shit that’s going on around me, my focus is on one thing and one thing only―and that’s wrestling! Violet, that’s the type of woman you are going to be facing very shortly.
Violet, honestly, I don’t care if you are the best or the drizzling shits, because my objective for this match is still the same:
To out-run you...
To out-work you...
And to out-wrestle you.
And that’s exactly what’s going to go down. At PWP 13, your win over Xaba won’t mean a darn thing; Hell, it won’t even cross your mind.
The only thing that you’ll be thinking about is your own Death…
Administered by Harley!
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And then there is Ling Ling.
Ling, I know a bit about you. You and I have spoken many times on Twitter; but, we’ve yet to meet. Obviously, I would have loved to meet with you under different circumstances. Still, I suppose this match is fitting isn’t it?
I say that because you claim to have ties to my home promotion, HKW.
You, and the rest of the internet, have dubbed yourself as “undefeated” in HKW. And yet, you’ve yet to have a match there, as far as I can tell.
Witty Ling, very witty.
And if this was outside the context of wrestling, I’d probably find it to be humorous. You’ve talked to me Ling, I’m cheery. I’m all about fun and games―except when it comes to wrestling. Ling, I didn’t accept this invitation to PWP to come and play games. No ma’am; I came to PWP to showcase my skills to a different, broader audience.
Ling, you aren’t my enemy; in fact, I probably consider you a friend. I don’t want to hurt you. But, I’m going to let you know something right now; I’m going to come into this match with guns blazing.
I don’t want to wound you, but I do want to toss you around...
I don’t want to harm you, but I do want to drive you to the mat...
I don’t want to hurt you, but I do want to beat you!
Ling, everyone I’ve talked to say you are amazing in the ring; I respect and admire that. Nonetheless, you aren’t invincible; you aren’t untouchable. Just like any other else, you are able to be defeated; and that’s my goal in this match.
I don’t have a storybook career, not like most of the people in this company. But, I’ve been on the winning side of some pretty spectacular wins, if I may say so myself.
Bayani Arryano is one my best friends in this Business; and, at the time that I entered KWI, he was at the very top of the class. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he was out and making a name for himself.
And before he blew up in this industry, he was tasked with facing a green Nina Stokes.
It was clear to me that no one really expected much out of that much. On paper, I’m sure it looked like 1st Degree Murder. On paper, Bayani should have run circles around me; he should have dominated that match.
Fortunately for me, matches are conducted in the ring.
Ling, I won that match. Was it pretty and flashy? No, not at all. To some people, it was a shocker; to some, it was an eye opener. Certainly, a couple of people began to know who Nina Stokes was after that match.
And of course, there was that match with Nicole that briefly mentioned before. Once again, on paper, Nicole should have won; she should have dominated.
She didn’t; she lost.
I’m not dumb Ling; I realize you are probably the favorite to win this match. And you know what? That’s perfectly fine; you can be the favorite. However, I’m not just going to roll over and let you have an easy waltz to the victor’s circle. I’m not going to play the victim and let you dominate me in this match Ling!
To be perfectly honest, I feel like this match is going to come down to who wants this match more.
Will it be you? Will it be me? Or, will it be Violet?
That’s the main question.
For me, a win in this major would mean so much. Sure, it would serve as a bit of self-validation; that much is clear. A win would also serve as validation to the wrestle of the world as well. Believe it or not I was successful in KWI, and that was back when I didn’t know anything. When I graduated I worked a few matches in SPITEFIRE wrestling; I was building a following there, right before the company closed. And then there’s HKW. Things were crazy at first, but I’ve proven myself to be a credible wrestler there.
Ling, Violet, I’ve had success in every company that I’ve been in. And I plan to carry over that here in PWP.
Needless to say ladies...I want this match; I want this win.
And I’m going to do everything in my power to achieve it!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 23:44:48 GMT -6
OOC: Please know that everything said by Violet is purely In-Character. I know most people know this but I wanted to irradiate that. Secondly best of luck to my opponents ~ Mandy
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{The camera focuses in on the beautiful porcelain skin of Violet Bloom. Her vibrant red hair only adding to the perfection of her creamy face. She smiles, it stretches from ear to ear even reaching up into her amber coloured eyes. Not much else is seen beyond her face in the lens of the camera. She's impossibly close to it, giving the watchers an uneasy feeling of having their personal space invaded even if it is only a recording and not in person. Violet has that affect on people she meets. She doesn't care about personal boundaries or respecting the line. She continues to smirk as she beings to speak.} So I am coming to you having defeated that religious nut-case --and I say that with all due respect-- I mean look at me for fuck's sake... like I'm one to talk about sanity. Anyway ya so here I am, winning my debut match and I'm headed into a triple threat against a giant panda and a woman who thinks she's Harley Quinn.{She shakes her head, adding an eye roll for effect} Let's start with the black and white menace. Now if I have my information correct, Ling Ling was a MALE panda bear that lived in the Ueno Zoo in Tokyo until he was twenty-two years old. Now the first thing that's hilarious about this is that the name 'Ling Ling' actually means Darling girl. The second is that this animal only lived to be twenty-two. If I'm not mistaken, that's only one year off from my opponent this week... so it looks as though 'her' days are numbered already. In fact, In trying to find anything on my opponent the last few days I have come up empty handed. It's sad really... I'm starting to think that they really have put me and this Harley wannabe in a ring with a bear... oh sorry... my bad, the Panda isn't actually a bear... it's in the Raccoon family but you know... TO-matoe, Tomato.{she offers up a shrug of indifference} Fact of the matter Ling... If you really think you're going to be able to get in that ring with someone like me and expect to win you are seriously deluded. You're pig tails must be a little too tight. There is a place for girls like you... you know the ones... the ones that dress up in cute little costumes and pretend to be someone they aren't. Now once again I toe the line because frankly if you saw what I wore to a ring you'd be pointing a finger at me but the big difference here little miss is that I actually have some talent whereas you... are just playing at it. Do yourself a big, BIG favour and go back to whatever attic you crawled out of and haunt someone else 'cuz I ain't buying. It will be my esteem pleasure to hurt you and make sure you never forget this crazy red head again.{She gives the camera a smile and if you didn't know Violet you'd think it was genuine} Now we come to the real competition of this match. Nina Stokes or from what her bio says... "Harley". Now maybe I'm wrong but do you really try to go around claiming to be a bad ass? But yet you seem to spend a lot of time pining over a guy... once again I can't say much. You see we have a mutual friend....
But I digress,
I had nothing personal against you sweetie.... Before this, I was actually going to take it easy on you... Then you had to go open that big fat mouth and start shit.
Lets face it, you're going into very dangerous territory stepping between those ropes with me to begin with, but to start making up shit... now that's when I start getting pissed. And pissed is not where you want me to go.{She rolls her eyes before continuing} But thanks for the life story....
That was sarcasm by the way. I don't give a shit about some sob story about your parents, your brother becoming a jar head or the reason you became a wrestler. You know why I started doing this?
Because I like to hurt people.
That's why any of us do this. 'Love of the sport'? Bitch please. Stop lying to the people. Better yet stop lying to yourself.{She shrugs again, tilting her head to the side in her trademark fashion} I'm not going to deny that you got some street cred, but that will only get you so far. Being the goody-goody you are you went into the same sad overused speech about how you've over come some adversity, and that you've proven yourself when faced with challenges, or that you're not going to let a bully like me run you down and ruin your confidence. Whatever. You tell yourself whatever noise you have to in order to feel like you got the balls to step up to me. Fact of the matter is that if you actually show up and face me knowing that I'm capable of many things, least of which me bashing your skull open with a foreign object will impress me. Not much... but some.
{Her smile goes wide} I don't care what your birth certificate says, you ARE NOT Harley. You are simply much too sane to be the Clown princess. In fact I'm getting a little tired of hearing people try to claim to be the next Harley because its bullshit. Just own up to who you really are and stop trying to ride on the coat tails of someone else....someone I might add that isn't even a wrestling figure.
I find it hilariously funny that you claim to not have heard of me though, guess if I'm not in your shitty school or whoring myself on twitter then I must be nobody right?
Wrong.
In fact its even more funny because I dated one of your supposed friends, Eric James for nearly three months. I am friends with your 'sis' Nicole Starr. I party with her husband Brett often. Let's not also forget that I am a former LAW Marquee Champion and I can count my losses on one hand.
But you know... We're in the same boat... Cut from the same cloth.
Wrong again!
I couldn't help but notice that you automatically went on the defensive too. Good for you. It shows not only how much of a complete fool you are but also that you are scared.
Assuming that I would automatically say a bunch of shit.... Pfft.
Tell me darling, if you have never heard of me then how in the blue fuck can you assume I'll say anything? When I win a match, I say my piece then I move on because they aren't worth my time.
Unlike you, I don't need to go down a laundry list of reasons why I'm better. If you had bothered to un-attach your lips from that dude's dick... Oh we all know the one... And done some actual research all this information about me would be all there for you. But I'm not about to do work for your lazy ass.
Please do the world a favour and stop crying over your history, guys that don't want you, that you broke up some chick and her boyfriend and best yet playing big bad ass bitch as a way to try and cover up that horrible stench of fear stinking up the joint. Who gives a shit if you're a home wrecker... I sure as hell don't. Has nothing to do with how well you can wrestle and run away from me in the ring.
I'm not here to change nappies and nurse whining babies. I'm here to win wrestling matches and get paid. End of story. The only wars you seem to want to win are the constant back and forth with Nikki about whether her hubby likes you or not or if you're still besties.{She shrugs again} I have a certain amount of pride and I will do whatever I have to, to keep my win record pretty sparkling. You can try. In fact I welcome it. But that's all it will be. You trying. And failing. But don't take it too hard, I mean you are going up against a proven winner. That alone should be something you can take to your record. You got beat by Violet Bloom.
A lot of people say that actually. {She smirks} At Lucky 13 I'm going to do to you what I have done to almost every opponent I've had in my career... leave them sprawled out on the canvas as I walk away victorious. It's better to prepare yourself for the inevitable failure now, it makes the blow that much easier to take.{She backs up only a touch from the camera, it now showing that she's wearing a low necked tank top showing the tops of her well endowed breasts} Listening to you I had to say one thing....
WHO THE FUCK CARES?
Who cares if you got confidence and all that other dribble you spit out like a parrot. Did you write that all down before getting in front of the camera... I guess not everyone can ooze charisma like I do and just say what's on their mind without, humming and ha-ing. Tough break sweetie.
Here are the facts though because I suddenly feel generous.
I do have more experience. I don't have a conscious. I don't need to tell you about my confidence in my skills because I have a proven track record. You think Josh Duncan would call me one of the most talented wrestlers if I didn't? That whole thing was like saying OUR boss doesn't know his shit. At least SOMEONE did some bloody research. Jesus even Xaba knew about my split personalities at least. That showed that he at had some initiative and drive.
I mean shit, you could have at least asked EJ about the type of wrestler I am and what I'm about. But no, I'm graced with this whole 'I'm a hero wallowing still in a tragedy that happened 13 years ago'. A tragedy that didn't even directly effect you I might add. Move on already. If you don't stay current then you'll just become another wasted talent that people write off as the same as all the other clowns in this business.
You say you aren't heartless. You're not cold. Well bully for you, however I AM both. I don't know you from Adam so I have absolutely no qualms about shutting you up. I'm not in this business to make friends, or try to make people love me because I chose wrestling over some teaching job. (As an aside... What the fuck are you smoking that you chose wrestling over teaching? And I thought I was nuts) I have ONLY ever been a wrestler. Mack has some psychology degree but I'm not Mack. And you're not facing Mack. You are facing a woman that doesn't care if you break your bones. Or wind up in ICU even.
Part of the reputation that you 'supposedly' have never heard is that I am relentless.{She smiles, looking something similar to 'the Grinch who stole Christmas' when he gets the idea to steal Christmas} You talk about death like you carry a scythe and slink around wearing a dark robe. Baby... I've been dead. Nothing you could ever do to me will be close to that, and even if your snow balls chance in hell chance comes through and you win.... You know nothing if you think that will be the end for me. You know shit! Your 'troubles' are like 'my little pony' compared to mine.
So you know what?
Its real unfortunate that I gotta make you eat your words 'cuz you sure didn't make them sweet now did ya?{She shakes her head sadly, almost disappointed} So take your vitamins... say your prayers.... work out in the gym every day and night... whine on twitter about this or that or whatever. I don't give a shit because none of that is going to matter when I get my hand held up in victory yet again. It's really good that I only ever keep track of my loses though... I wouldn't want to rub it in anybodies faces how good I truly am. Sweet dreams 'Harley' but the odds are always in MY favour.{She backs up even more just as a man comes up and puts his arms around her waist. There's a seductive giggle as the camera moves around a little shakily and focuses in on that of the face of Violet's beau Drake Hunter before the camera abruptly shuts off with a wink from the red headed vixen.} ~*{*}*~ Violet is seen applying make-up in front of a vanity mirror. She only has one eyelash done with mascara before a hand is suddenly taking the wand from her hand. A very masculine hand at that. She starts to protest before she is lifted up and swallowed into the embrace and deep kiss of her boyfriend Drake. He breaks free long enough for her to hit his arm. "You really couldn't wait for me to finish doing the other eye? I look retarded."Drake smirks, "Whether your make-up is done correctly or not doesn't change that."She narrows her eyes at him. "You'll pay for that.""Oh really..." He is truly amused now, watching to see what she'll come up with as punishment. "Ya. Maybe I'll let Mack out tonight instead and you can be a third wheel while Raich and her make out."He shakes his head, his amusement still evident. "You know the power I have over you, as in, this body." He gestures, waving his hand up and down her robe clad body, "No matter who is occupying it. That, my beautiful vixen is what is called and empty threat."She purses her lips in obvious annoyance. "Is not!"He full out laughs now, enjoying the back and forth. It was a game they played often. One of many different types of games that made Drake keep coming back for more. Violet never ceased to amaze him and the fact that she was wholly unpredictable on a daily basis was enough to drive him wild and keep him from ever seeking satisfaction with any other woman. "I'll let you finish your make-up, relax." He releases her but not before stealing a quick kiss and snatching her bottom lip before he takes a step back. He moves to sit on her bed, a four poster canopy with vibrant red drapery and bedding. He loved her bedroom, it said so much about her and her personality. "You seem more irritated than normal, is it that poser in LAW that's got you all worked up?"Violet shakes her head before finishing her right eye and blinking the access mascara onto a tissue. She looks at him through the mirror. "No. That will be easy work. I'm thinking about this ridiculous match I have for PWP. Seems they just let anybody in and on top of it all... I got some irrelevant idiot that can't even bother to show up, not to mention that she's named after a bear and then other one is some chick that started shit whilst not even bothering to open a web page and search me or my history. I've only been on her fucking twitter list for nearly a year..."Drake rolls his eyes, "Why do you even work there? You're so much better than this rinky dink bullshit.""Because I like the challenge. I work in a company that only employs women. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I'm good enough to destroy not just the delicate sensibilities of the weak women but take on a few men too. Working for PWP gives me the opportunity to do that but not interfere with my schedule for LAW. Also, not all of us are rich you know."
He shakes his head, "You know I'll buy you whatever you need.""I know but I don't want you too. It's bad enough that you bought this condo, my car, my weekly sweet rations and my groceries. I need to be able to know I'm not just 'Drake Hunter's kept woman'.""You are my kept woman." he winks at her and she turns on the stool, tossing a powder brush at his head. He ducks just in time and it hits the thick wooden head board and snaps at the impact. "Whoa... what an arm."Vi throws her hands up in defeat. "Sometimes talking to you is like talking to a child.""Your point?"She growls, standing and walking toward the en-suite bathroom. He's quick to follow her. She slips the purple silk robe from her shoulders, leaving herself only in a black lace bra and matching panties. "Maybe I'm better off single!" she shouts out. It stops Drake. "Do you mean that?"She turns, stepping into his arms and looking into his face. "I dunno... maybe sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be completely free of you and your influence on my life but then two things come to my mind.""And what is that?" he asks. "One, I'll never be free of you." he nods his head in agreement, "And two, I don't want to be. I'm never going to be sane. I know there are going to be quite a few guys out there that wish they could put a leash on me and say they own me but no one can handle me. At least not the way you can. EJ tried... and failed and only now are we starting to get our friendship back on track."He rolls his eyes, obviously not entirely okay with that situation. "As much as you hate the idea that the two people that were responsible for a lot of turmoil in my life are now two of the most important people in my life its the way it is. Coop and EJ are there. I haven't completely forgiven them and I probably never will but I've let it go enough to try and regain what I had and in Coop's case what I never had because she knew Mack... not me. Her and I... well that is something new."He curls his lip a little. "How is that bitch doing anyway? Still hiding in Idaho?""Oklahoma actually and yes. She's doing so much better since she left to go there. I think it's been like three weeks now. That chick she knows there... Rosalee or whatever... ya she gives me email updates every couple days. She just got her own apartment and stuff.""Don't get upset but in all honesty I could care less if she sliced her own wrists and spared us all the drama. Sorry but it's the truth."Violet's eyes show a tiny flash of blue before she shrugs, stepping out of his arms to grab a dress hanging on the towel rack. Its black and its obvious from how little material there is that its probably something that will hug her form and leave nothing to the imagination. "She's still my sister."He shakes his head. "NO she isn't. She's Mack's sister. You don't owe her anything but I've come to have a little weak spot for the little minx that Mack is so I'll let it slide today. I just want to show you off to the world and then bring you back to my apartment to do things to you that are too explicit to be seen in public."She pulls the dress up over her hips and then backs up into him, "Zip me up."He hesitates, slipping his hands into the back of the dress to caress the bare skin of her back before stopping himself to zip up the dress. She turns, adjusting the bust of the strapless dress that hugs her hips perfectly. With a growl he pulls her into his body, kissing her again. "You keep looking like that and people will start thinking we're hermits.""You have to restrain yourself Mr. Hunter."She smirks, stepping around him to find a pair of very high black heels Expensive Jimmy Choos that she loved wearing because it made her legs look that much longer in them. "Now, I'm going to go out tonight with you and not think about how there seems to be an Asian explosion happening in the world of wrestling and instead sit across from you all night and seduce you with my eyes."She holds out her arm and without a pause Drake takes it, leading her across the plush pink carpet of the bedroom. Violet smirks, cuddling into her beau and truly not thinking about her upcoming matches, not that she had any doubt on her abilities to begin with. ~*{*}*~ |
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