Post by Laci Valentine on Aug 2, 2020 9:24:30 GMT -5
Tuesday...
"Fuck!"
The medic quickly apologizes for his prodding but it turns out I just have a lot of deep painful bruises and strains. All that will ease up in a few days thanks to my 'excellent health'.
I must confess though, it's all about metabolism, not necessarily that I maintain a healthy diet. A metabolism that I know is on borrowed time, If you look at my mother anyway.
With a hand wrapped around my side, I limp out just as a bunch of officials drag in OC. He doesn't see me, his eyes are glazed over. Poor guy, being mixed up with that psychopath. I realized now that he never would have asked for help in our earlier match, that was all Priscilla.
I walk away without a second thought. We weren't friends and he can make his own decisions, but I didn't hold a grudge. At least not against him.
Priscilla started this when she made a fool of Lucy and Spud at that party. It was still a fire that burned in my belly. I don't know why really, sure I had gotten back at that sexist pig S2 by knocking him out but it went deeper.
I didn't even care about getting a title. I just wanted an opportunity to pin her and win. Which was why I needed to win this next match in Budapest. Even better would be to make her tap. It would be the only way my ego would be satisfied. I think it was finally time to reveal the heart punch. I had been working on it with Evie Taylor, my trainer. She was confident I could do it too. Maybe it would be my best defense against formidable opponents.
I make my way to my change room to find a bouquet of flowers. White roses. No note though. It wouldn't be like Spud not to leave a note with them.
My mind racing at possibilities, it is interrupted by a knock on the door, I look up to see Zay.
"Hey. That was a tough ass match."
I nod. "Yup."
"How would you feel, If I came with you to Europe? Like... a manager or whatever?"
I cock my head to one side. "Running?"
She shakes her head. "No. I need to do something constructive. I have looked for places to work but I'm being picky. Also... you're hella naive and Europe is full of assholes that might try to take advantage."
I laugh, but it hurts. I can't hide the grimace. Zay raises an eyebrow. I can't let myself show pain in front of her, she'd never let me live it down.
"I'm not going out there to meet up with guys."
"Well, what kind of seats they give you? Coach?"
I nod. With how many people they had to pay for, I wasn't expecting luxurious accommodations.
"I'll pay for all the upgrades. If we're going, we're going to rival that bitch Priscilla. I have the money, might as well enjoy it."
Zay comes in and hoists my gear back over her shoulder with ease. I'd seen her in a ring. She wasn't a brawler for nothing.
"How rich are you Zay?"
Zay smirks. "Let's just say that if people actually knew, I wouldn't be as obscure as I am. It's not that I'm humble, it's just that I don't want to live like the scummy one percent."
We walk down the darkened arena hallways toward the back exit.
"I have good investments that pay well too so the money just keeps coming into my account. I even had to open a second account because the feds were starting to sniff around."
My eyes go wide. "You have offshore accounts, like a drug dealer?"
She shrugs. "Doesn't every billionaire?"
Gawd. Billionaire. From the way Zay dressed and acted, she definitely was not someone I'd peg for a billionaire.
"I pay taxes and all that shit but when you make a lot of money, the government wants some of it. Period. Sure they wanna make the one percent richer but they also want to make themselves richer too. I once got a letter from 'The desk of Donald Trump' asking me to donate to his campaign. Fuck that. No politician is good."
We make our way out of the arena and there is a taxi waiting. She leans in the window.
"Are you Mag?" He asks.
Zay smirks. "Sure am. Thanks."
She opens the trunk to throw my bag in before sliding in next to me in the back.
I can't help chuckling. I hated to miss the tantrum Mag would have finding no taxi waiting for him.
"That greasy jersey shore mother fucker deserves to have stuff taken from him, I hope some brod gives him crabs."
I am expecting to be back at my hotel but the cab pulls up next to her house.
"I checked you out, brought all your shit here. No sense wasting your money."
***
Thursday...
Zay took her job as a manager pretty seriously. Started handling all my stuff. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I mean I know I told her to try harder at being a friend but it felt like she had thrown herself completely into all of this.
As we wait to board the plane, I see Spud. I push back through the people, some giving me dirty looks.
"Aren't you in first class with us? Zaylee said she offered you the upgrade?"
"As much as I really want to sit with you, I don't want any handouts. I'm grateful for the offer though."
My stomach bottoms out. Fuck. He was wanting to sit next to me and I didn't even think of his feelings. I was a bad sorta girlfriend.
"Then I'll trade with someone..."
He smiles, shakes his head. "No. It's okay. I know you have been talking about how closed off Zaylee is. You're trying to be a good friend to her. We can sit together on the next flight."
I nod. I wonder if he can sense my nervousness. Not about him but the flight. Ten hours was the longest I would ever be on a plane without any sort of stop over.
He grabs my hand, his eyes full of concern.
"Are you alright? You were doing that hand rubbing thing when you get all nervy."
I force a smile. He was starting to get to know my quirks."Oh I'm just fine..."
He's gotta know I'm lying. Zaylee catches my eye from the front of the line. They were boarding now. She motions for me to come back in that angry, little mouse way she does.
"I gotta go."
His mouth opens to say something but I kiss his cheek and run up to the front, those same irritated people now swearing under their breath as I pushed by. I think one guy may have touched my butt.
***
Still Thursday...
We have been in the air all of fifteen minutes and it is rather noticeable how figitty I was being.
"Oh for fucks sake..." Zaylee reaches into her carryon and pulls out a bottle of aspirin.
"Sorry. I am not good with flying."
She shakes out two of the pills into her palm.
"I didn't mean to give you a headache."
She thrusts her open palm atme. "Not for me, stupid."
"Aspirin isn't going to help this. "
She shakes her head before leaning closer. "It's not Aspirin. I figured you probably wouldn't do well on this flight so I got some insurance. Take them. It will help."
My eyes go wide. "No. No way in hell. After what happened with Douglas..."
She sighs heavily. "It's valium. I got a friend who's a doctor. I told her about you, she gave me a couple pills. No biggy."
I look at her hand. "Your therapist was willing to give you pills for me?"
She smirks. "She thinks you should come see her when we get back. She's very interested in your anxiety."
"I had a therapist. I'm good now."
Zaylee laughs. "Not quite since I have to ask for valium to keep you from going manic on this flight. But, take them. It will make this much easier for everyone."
Fine. I mean worse case I go to sleep, right?
"Drink..."
Zaylee is already handing me hers and I take a swig and almost barf.
"What is that? I thought it was water..."
"Best Vodka this flight has to offer." But she grimaces, meaning their best and her best were too completely different concepts.
I didn't drink. It just wasn't my thing and there was definitely a good reason why. I just couldn't handle my liquor very well.
***
A little bit later, but definitely still Thursday...
The loopiness began about thirty minutes after I had taken the pills, trusting that they were what Zay said they were. My anxiety was still there but I really didn't give a shit.
"Wow... You are totally a light weight..." Zaylee laughs but it to me it comes out as, "You totally need to bite Zack..."
"Who's Zack?" I ask and she covers her face, trying to hide her amusement. Again, I didn't see this at the time. I was completely high so take this narration as a 'review' of my very bad behaviour. Oh yes... it gets worse.
(Imagine me face palming)
Somehow I instantly thought of Spud and stand, or at least try to. I end up stumbling into someone.
"Sorky!" And I laugh while stumbling toward the divider between the 'classes'.
"No..." Zaylee says in a less than enthusiastic voice. She takes a swig of her drink while pointing. "Stop..." another drink with a smirk. With absolutely no intention of trying to stop me.
Yeah. She's totally chaos incarnate. (Imagine me looking less than impressed)
I push through, laughing as I see the back of Spud's head. I stumble noisily, although in my drug induced state I thought it was totally normal.
I tap his shoulder and as he turns I grab his head and kiss him. A clatter of glasses drags my attention. I smile sloppily as I look. I go down to whisper (totally was not a whisper).
"Jaaaaames... that stewardess totes looks like Panda...."
TBC
"Fuck!"
The medic quickly apologizes for his prodding but it turns out I just have a lot of deep painful bruises and strains. All that will ease up in a few days thanks to my 'excellent health'.
I must confess though, it's all about metabolism, not necessarily that I maintain a healthy diet. A metabolism that I know is on borrowed time, If you look at my mother anyway.
With a hand wrapped around my side, I limp out just as a bunch of officials drag in OC. He doesn't see me, his eyes are glazed over. Poor guy, being mixed up with that psychopath. I realized now that he never would have asked for help in our earlier match, that was all Priscilla.
I walk away without a second thought. We weren't friends and he can make his own decisions, but I didn't hold a grudge. At least not against him.
Priscilla started this when she made a fool of Lucy and Spud at that party. It was still a fire that burned in my belly. I don't know why really, sure I had gotten back at that sexist pig S2 by knocking him out but it went deeper.
I didn't even care about getting a title. I just wanted an opportunity to pin her and win. Which was why I needed to win this next match in Budapest. Even better would be to make her tap. It would be the only way my ego would be satisfied. I think it was finally time to reveal the heart punch. I had been working on it with Evie Taylor, my trainer. She was confident I could do it too. Maybe it would be my best defense against formidable opponents.
I make my way to my change room to find a bouquet of flowers. White roses. No note though. It wouldn't be like Spud not to leave a note with them.
My mind racing at possibilities, it is interrupted by a knock on the door, I look up to see Zay.
"Hey. That was a tough ass match."
I nod. "Yup."
"How would you feel, If I came with you to Europe? Like... a manager or whatever?"
I cock my head to one side. "Running?"
She shakes her head. "No. I need to do something constructive. I have looked for places to work but I'm being picky. Also... you're hella naive and Europe is full of assholes that might try to take advantage."
I laugh, but it hurts. I can't hide the grimace. Zay raises an eyebrow. I can't let myself show pain in front of her, she'd never let me live it down.
"I'm not going out there to meet up with guys."
"Well, what kind of seats they give you? Coach?"
I nod. With how many people they had to pay for, I wasn't expecting luxurious accommodations.
"I'll pay for all the upgrades. If we're going, we're going to rival that bitch Priscilla. I have the money, might as well enjoy it."
Zay comes in and hoists my gear back over her shoulder with ease. I'd seen her in a ring. She wasn't a brawler for nothing.
"How rich are you Zay?"
Zay smirks. "Let's just say that if people actually knew, I wouldn't be as obscure as I am. It's not that I'm humble, it's just that I don't want to live like the scummy one percent."
We walk down the darkened arena hallways toward the back exit.
"I have good investments that pay well too so the money just keeps coming into my account. I even had to open a second account because the feds were starting to sniff around."
My eyes go wide. "You have offshore accounts, like a drug dealer?"
She shrugs. "Doesn't every billionaire?"
Gawd. Billionaire. From the way Zay dressed and acted, she definitely was not someone I'd peg for a billionaire.
"I pay taxes and all that shit but when you make a lot of money, the government wants some of it. Period. Sure they wanna make the one percent richer but they also want to make themselves richer too. I once got a letter from 'The desk of Donald Trump' asking me to donate to his campaign. Fuck that. No politician is good."
We make our way out of the arena and there is a taxi waiting. She leans in the window.
"Are you Mag?" He asks.
Zay smirks. "Sure am. Thanks."
She opens the trunk to throw my bag in before sliding in next to me in the back.
I can't help chuckling. I hated to miss the tantrum Mag would have finding no taxi waiting for him.
"That greasy jersey shore mother fucker deserves to have stuff taken from him, I hope some brod gives him crabs."
I am expecting to be back at my hotel but the cab pulls up next to her house.
"I checked you out, brought all your shit here. No sense wasting your money."
***
Thursday...
Zay took her job as a manager pretty seriously. Started handling all my stuff. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I mean I know I told her to try harder at being a friend but it felt like she had thrown herself completely into all of this.
As we wait to board the plane, I see Spud. I push back through the people, some giving me dirty looks.
"Aren't you in first class with us? Zaylee said she offered you the upgrade?"
"As much as I really want to sit with you, I don't want any handouts. I'm grateful for the offer though."
My stomach bottoms out. Fuck. He was wanting to sit next to me and I didn't even think of his feelings. I was a bad sorta girlfriend.
"Then I'll trade with someone..."
He smiles, shakes his head. "No. It's okay. I know you have been talking about how closed off Zaylee is. You're trying to be a good friend to her. We can sit together on the next flight."
I nod. I wonder if he can sense my nervousness. Not about him but the flight. Ten hours was the longest I would ever be on a plane without any sort of stop over.
He grabs my hand, his eyes full of concern.
"Are you alright? You were doing that hand rubbing thing when you get all nervy."
I force a smile. He was starting to get to know my quirks."Oh I'm just fine..."
He's gotta know I'm lying. Zaylee catches my eye from the front of the line. They were boarding now. She motions for me to come back in that angry, little mouse way she does.
"I gotta go."
His mouth opens to say something but I kiss his cheek and run up to the front, those same irritated people now swearing under their breath as I pushed by. I think one guy may have touched my butt.
***
Still Thursday...
We have been in the air all of fifteen minutes and it is rather noticeable how figitty I was being.
"Oh for fucks sake..." Zaylee reaches into her carryon and pulls out a bottle of aspirin.
"Sorry. I am not good with flying."
She shakes out two of the pills into her palm.
"I didn't mean to give you a headache."
She thrusts her open palm atme. "Not for me, stupid."
"Aspirin isn't going to help this. "
She shakes her head before leaning closer. "It's not Aspirin. I figured you probably wouldn't do well on this flight so I got some insurance. Take them. It will help."
My eyes go wide. "No. No way in hell. After what happened with Douglas..."
She sighs heavily. "It's valium. I got a friend who's a doctor. I told her about you, she gave me a couple pills. No biggy."
I look at her hand. "Your therapist was willing to give you pills for me?"
She smirks. "She thinks you should come see her when we get back. She's very interested in your anxiety."
"I had a therapist. I'm good now."
Zaylee laughs. "Not quite since I have to ask for valium to keep you from going manic on this flight. But, take them. It will make this much easier for everyone."
Fine. I mean worse case I go to sleep, right?
"Drink..."
Zaylee is already handing me hers and I take a swig and almost barf.
"What is that? I thought it was water..."
"Best Vodka this flight has to offer." But she grimaces, meaning their best and her best were too completely different concepts.
I didn't drink. It just wasn't my thing and there was definitely a good reason why. I just couldn't handle my liquor very well.
***
A little bit later, but definitely still Thursday...
The loopiness began about thirty minutes after I had taken the pills, trusting that they were what Zay said they were. My anxiety was still there but I really didn't give a shit.
"Wow... You are totally a light weight..." Zaylee laughs but it to me it comes out as, "You totally need to bite Zack..."
"Who's Zack?" I ask and she covers her face, trying to hide her amusement. Again, I didn't see this at the time. I was completely high so take this narration as a 'review' of my very bad behaviour. Oh yes... it gets worse.
(Imagine me face palming)
Somehow I instantly thought of Spud and stand, or at least try to. I end up stumbling into someone.
"Sorky!" And I laugh while stumbling toward the divider between the 'classes'.
"No..." Zaylee says in a less than enthusiastic voice. She takes a swig of her drink while pointing. "Stop..." another drink with a smirk. With absolutely no intention of trying to stop me.
Yeah. She's totally chaos incarnate. (Imagine me looking less than impressed)
I push through, laughing as I see the back of Spud's head. I stumble noisily, although in my drug induced state I thought it was totally normal.
I tap his shoulder and as he turns I grab his head and kiss him. A clatter of glasses drags my attention. I smile sloppily as I look. I go down to whisper (totally was not a whisper).
"Jaaaaames... that stewardess totes looks like Panda...."
TBC