Post by Laci Valentine on Aug 18, 2020 9:24:17 GMT -5
I was happy to have a separate room from Zaylee upon arriving in Berlin. My focus however was on Phil Goode. He was dumber than a box of rocks but he had a size and strength advantage. As much as going on to face Spud was absolutely sucky, I needed to be good enough to go up against Priscilla.
I know. I am disgusted with myself too for focusing so hard on wanting to put that bitch down. I am in no way a hero in AWF, but damn it, no one else had managed to beat her. Not even her own boyfriend. She needed to have an entourage. I didn't need one. Even if I did now have Zaylee. She may not be S2 & Albert but she was a pitbull and pits could easily take down great Dane's in a fight.
Zaylee had an itch to go on some war museum tour and had left for that, knocking on my door to inform me that she wouldn't be around for her to mack on.
For fucks sake. She had been teasing me about kissing Cheriè since it happened. It was just a kiss. It doesn't change anything or prove anything. Zaylee was still convinced I was straight. To be honest, I didn't know for sure but admitting that to her was a pride thing.
I am mostly dressed for the day when there is a knock on the door.
"Who..." I look out the peephole and I'm both confused and a bit anxious. "Victoire?"
The large woman doesn't look angry, so at least there was that. She looked like her Dad, which might seem unbecoming on a woman, however I didn't think her unattractive. She had her thick curly hair styled pretty nicely, with a barette to one side and she wore a well cut pair of dress pants, white blouse and what looked like expensive designer shoes.
"Bonjour Laci."
"Hi. What's going on?"
She cleared her throat. "I'm not here about what happened in Budapest and honestly it was a bit funny..."
I shake my head. "You and I remember Budapest very differently..."
(I am beyond excited at having a chance to actually use that line, as cheesy as it is) but I keep a straight face because, it was traumatic to me in a way. Of all the women to kiss. Even kissing Victoire would have been better.
"Cheriè is a drama queen. You had her questioning her sexuality. I had to put her in her place in front of twenty strangers, but I digress. I am here today, to offer you my bodyguard services, when I am not in a match of course."
"What?"
"It is not that I do not think you, capable. You are well trained, however there is now a target on your back. With certain members of this roster using others to do their work for them, I believe you might require back up."
I mean... it wasn't a bad idea.
"But I'm not that bitch. I don't need servants to order around and crawl at my feet."
Victoire shakes her head. "No, of course not. It would simply to have your back should someone try to stab it."
"And what's in it for you?"
"May I come in? This may not be a conversation you want to have in a hallway."
I step back to let her in. Victoire's wrestling gimmick was the silent amazon, but I knew that she was a brilliant businesswoman. Smart, accomplished. She just had a soft spot for wrestling and honestly who was I to blame her for that?
She takes a seat in a padded fancy chair, I perch on the end of the bed.
"It is a favour. At some point, I may ask for one from you. Then we will be square."
Sounded ominous but if there was even an inkling of evil in this woman, Bliss Fischer would have sniffed it out and not trained her.
"You are a very talented athlete Laci, I think you have had too many coincidental 'bad breaks'. You should be fighting Priscilla, not that empty headed Hommulus. I want to make sure no more of these accidents befall you where I can help."
"What about Cheriè? I'm sure she's not pleased with you helping me."
She shrugs. "My sister is not my keeper, petite rouge. What I do with my personal time is my business. I have already spoken with your manager and although I still do not care for her actions at Olympia, we have agreed to an alliance."
It had been the most I have heard Victoire speak about any subject and honestly, it gave me confidence in her. Sure Priscilla had goons with strength, but not one of them was as smart as they thought they were. Victoire was smart. She was probably a goddamned genius.
"Okay. An alliance then?"
"Oui. Until such a time that you feel secure enough to not need me, however, we are extended members of the Fischer family ma Cher, we will always have the back of family."
She was an old soul. No doubt about it. I had even heard that she was like her father, which I supposed proved the nature versus nurture theory. She had never met her father, yet she possessed his ideals and morals.
She stands and offers her hand. "We have a deal then?"
I shake it and nod. I walk her to the door.
"I will help you become a champion Laci. I promise."
After she left, I wondered what had prompted her to come to me. Nonetheless, I did appreciate it. I was vulnerable and having backup with Vic & Zay wasn't a bad thing.
I know. I am disgusted with myself too for focusing so hard on wanting to put that bitch down. I am in no way a hero in AWF, but damn it, no one else had managed to beat her. Not even her own boyfriend. She needed to have an entourage. I didn't need one. Even if I did now have Zaylee. She may not be S2 & Albert but she was a pitbull and pits could easily take down great Dane's in a fight.
Zaylee had an itch to go on some war museum tour and had left for that, knocking on my door to inform me that she wouldn't be around for her to mack on.
For fucks sake. She had been teasing me about kissing Cheriè since it happened. It was just a kiss. It doesn't change anything or prove anything. Zaylee was still convinced I was straight. To be honest, I didn't know for sure but admitting that to her was a pride thing.
I am mostly dressed for the day when there is a knock on the door.
"Who..." I look out the peephole and I'm both confused and a bit anxious. "Victoire?"
The large woman doesn't look angry, so at least there was that. She looked like her Dad, which might seem unbecoming on a woman, however I didn't think her unattractive. She had her thick curly hair styled pretty nicely, with a barette to one side and she wore a well cut pair of dress pants, white blouse and what looked like expensive designer shoes.
"Bonjour Laci."
"Hi. What's going on?"
She cleared her throat. "I'm not here about what happened in Budapest and honestly it was a bit funny..."
I shake my head. "You and I remember Budapest very differently..."
(I am beyond excited at having a chance to actually use that line, as cheesy as it is) but I keep a straight face because, it was traumatic to me in a way. Of all the women to kiss. Even kissing Victoire would have been better.
"Cheriè is a drama queen. You had her questioning her sexuality. I had to put her in her place in front of twenty strangers, but I digress. I am here today, to offer you my bodyguard services, when I am not in a match of course."
"What?"
"It is not that I do not think you, capable. You are well trained, however there is now a target on your back. With certain members of this roster using others to do their work for them, I believe you might require back up."
I mean... it wasn't a bad idea.
"But I'm not that bitch. I don't need servants to order around and crawl at my feet."
Victoire shakes her head. "No, of course not. It would simply to have your back should someone try to stab it."
"And what's in it for you?"
"May I come in? This may not be a conversation you want to have in a hallway."
I step back to let her in. Victoire's wrestling gimmick was the silent amazon, but I knew that she was a brilliant businesswoman. Smart, accomplished. She just had a soft spot for wrestling and honestly who was I to blame her for that?
She takes a seat in a padded fancy chair, I perch on the end of the bed.
"It is a favour. At some point, I may ask for one from you. Then we will be square."
Sounded ominous but if there was even an inkling of evil in this woman, Bliss Fischer would have sniffed it out and not trained her.
"You are a very talented athlete Laci, I think you have had too many coincidental 'bad breaks'. You should be fighting Priscilla, not that empty headed Hommulus. I want to make sure no more of these accidents befall you where I can help."
"What about Cheriè? I'm sure she's not pleased with you helping me."
She shrugs. "My sister is not my keeper, petite rouge. What I do with my personal time is my business. I have already spoken with your manager and although I still do not care for her actions at Olympia, we have agreed to an alliance."
It had been the most I have heard Victoire speak about any subject and honestly, it gave me confidence in her. Sure Priscilla had goons with strength, but not one of them was as smart as they thought they were. Victoire was smart. She was probably a goddamned genius.
"Okay. An alliance then?"
"Oui. Until such a time that you feel secure enough to not need me, however, we are extended members of the Fischer family ma Cher, we will always have the back of family."
She was an old soul. No doubt about it. I had even heard that she was like her father, which I supposed proved the nature versus nurture theory. She had never met her father, yet she possessed his ideals and morals.
She stands and offers her hand. "We have a deal then?"
I shake it and nod. I walk her to the door.
"I will help you become a champion Laci. I promise."
After she left, I wondered what had prompted her to come to me. Nonetheless, I did appreciate it. I was vulnerable and having backup with Vic & Zay wasn't a bad thing.