Post by Tiffany White on Jan 24, 2016 17:36:52 GMT -5
PROMO #3 - fOCUS
I know these Nevada roads better then anyone else. Been driving down them since I was about 17, I've seen every piece of asphalt in this whole state, I'd reckon. You ask me how to get somewhere, you can bet your ass I can take you there. Nevada wasn't my original home, but as I've grown older it's been the best home that I can think of.
Pixie Paradoxxx sat in the passengers seat of my car, staring out and viewing the vast desert landscapes. We were still a ways away from our destination: The Gateway Motel. Very small establishment, perfect for keeping Pixie safe while I do Slam on Sunday. She was tired, understandably so. The girl had just gone through an ordeal with the father of her unborn child, Chance von Crank, and I managed to snatch her up to bring her to safety. I knew exactly where I was going to take her. A little out of the way place no one would ever think to find her.
Mama Louise's Orphanage. My old home.
Mama Louise's Orphanage. My old home.
Tiffany: How you holdin' up, girl?
Pixie: Okay, I suppose. Just tired. Feel like I'm about to throw up.
Tiffany: If you need to stop I can pull over and let you handle your business.
Pixie: It's fine, I'll manage.
I knew she wouldn't last long before puking her fucking guts out all over the dashboard, but I let her relax while she got her wits back about her.
Pixie: So where are we going, Tiffany? Would it be anywhere I would know.
Tiffany: I'd doubt it. The place I'm taking you, you'll never find it on a map. You can only find it driving around if you know where to look. The people there will take good care of you, I promise. They took care of me at the lowest point in my life, they'll do the same for you, I'm sure.
Pixie nodded then dozed back into a half sleep. She looked like she had not had a good sleep in days. I wouldn't blame her, neither. Call me a Social Justice Warrior if you want, I just stand seeing women like Pixie get abused in the way cVc did to her. I would just feel wrong in not doing anything about it. I was sure at this point that cVc knew I had Pixie, and I didn't give a damn. She wasn't his plaything anymore, as far as I was concerned.
After a few more miles Pixie slowly woke up.
Pixie: How much farther till we stop?
Tiffany: I'll drop you off at a motel a few miles up from here. You can rest there while I take care of my Slam obligations, then I'll come back and bring you to Mama Louise's. Can you promise me one thing, Pixie?
Pixie: What's that?
Tiffany: Please don't try to go anywhere while I'm away. Just stay in the hotel room and order pizza, I don't want anything happening to you while I'm gone.
Pixie: Okay.
She kind of mumbled it, kind of falling back asleep. I don't know how much she was paying attention, but I made a note to remind her when we got there.
Pixie: What are you gonna do when you step into the ring with him, Tiffany?
I had to think for a moment about what I wanted to say. There were so many things I wanted to do to that sick, twisted man, but the words just couldn't come out.
Tiffany: Trust me, by the time I'll be done with him he'll have regretted ever hurting you. I'll make damn sure of it.
I said these words, but in the back of my head, I wasn't sure how confident I was in what they meant. Ever since I came to this company, I had made it my mission to prove that women could dominate men just as much as anyone else in the ring, and I made sure I let everyone know it. I went up against Benjamin Atreyu, a guy who rambled about Gods and other nonsense, and he beat me. My first official loss in the WCF. And I'm not dumb, I know that my opponents will use that as fuel against me in their promos. "HURR DURR YOU LOST TO A MAN WHAT A DUMB BROAD." Never mind the fact that I beat four men at once in my debut. I knew this would happen as soon as I lost. So my confidence and ego took a blow when Atreyu pinned me, I guess. Just gotta work a little harder at kickin ass then, I suppose.
Finally, Pixie and I arrived at the Gateway Motel, right around sundown. I checked her into her room for her (she had finally lost control and had ran to the bathroom blowing chunks.) After that was taken care of, I escorted her to her room. Not a whole lot to talk about, this definitely wasn't the luxury hotel I was used to. Two beds, a little desk, and a small TV on the dresser. Think Bates Motel except without the imminent threat of murder in the showers.
Finally, Pixie and I arrived at the Gateway Motel, right around sundown. I checked her into her room for her (she had finally lost control and had ran to the bathroom blowing chunks.) After that was taken care of, I escorted her to her room. Not a whole lot to talk about, this definitely wasn't the luxury hotel I was used to. Two beds, a little desk, and a small TV on the dresser. Think Bates Motel except without the imminent threat of murder in the showers.
Tiffany: It's not much, but it'll do for now. Just remember what I told you-
Pixie: Don't leave the room, stay in. I got it.
Tiffany: Good. I gotta head out and catch my flight, but I'll be back as soon as I'm done, okay? I'll see you later.
I nodded her goodbye and made my way back to my car.
Tiffany: So a Scottish guy, a black guy and a lesbian walk into a bar...
I stood in front of the WCF backdrop, a camera pointed at my face and a microphone in my hand. I guess I was becoming used to cutting promos week in and week out, trashing the people I was going up against. It was starting to become fun. It forced me to get creative with how I discussed my opponents, how I dissected every reason why they sucked, both as wrestlers and as people. But this was the first time I had to team up with people, and frankly I wasn't feeling good about it.
Tiffany: Doesn't that just sound fucking silly? But you know what sounds even sillier? "A Scottish guy, a black guy and a lesbian team up for a wrestling match."
I'm now beginning to understand why back in the day Wrestling was a circus attraction, this team I've found myself on is the punchline to a shitty joke with no set up or reason. And the team we're up against? All know each other already, Kat being K.L's assistant, and Holden being K.L's...project, I guess? Point is, that team has pre-existing chemistry, that know how each other ticks. Us? We're a ragtag group of fucks who have never interacted before and probably never will after this. The odds are definitely stacked against us. Nevertheless, a match is a match, and we gotta put in our A-game if we wanna win this.
So I suppose the linchpin of this whole operation is K.L Henson. The man keeping this group of fucks working together. I bet you the only reason this match exists is so K.L could get the easy victory on me cause I called him a fucking virgin on Twitter. I mean, it's not my fault you've got them feelings for your sexy assistant, everyone can see it plain as day. I suppose he's also mad cause Kat showed up in the same twitter thread and basically proved my point for me by pulling the "just friends" card. Fucking lol. Kat you savage. So yeah, the only reason I can imagine this match happening is petty revenge for roasting him on twitter. Fair enough. But if this is what you want Henson, then you gotta be ready to put your money where your mouth is and come at me with your best, which isn't much. Your lack of in ring skill isn't surprising considering you hole yourself up in a log cabin for weeks on end, not training, not being active. No, you just sit on a computer all day like the fuckboy virgin you are and pretend to be an edge hacker. Well let me tell you Henson, I don't talk shit on the internet just because that's all I can do, but I can actually back it up in the ring. There's a reason you were regulated to Head of Talent Relations. Because you can't do shit in the ring. And I'll make sure to expoe you on Sunday for the no-talent wanna-be nihilist fuckboy you are.
Mr. Holden, or Patrilli, or...WHATEVER your name is, I dunno what Henson has done to you to make you like this, what sort of dark experiments he subjected you to, but just know this. No amount of experimentation or eugenics or super soldier serum given to you can change just how much of a little bitch you are. You are one of the mos irrelevant wrestlers in this federation, no one gave a shit about you when you didn't know who you were, and now that you have some semblance of an identity people give even LESS of a shit about you. Although I guess personality isn't the right word considering Henson's turned you in to his little soldier who follows his every beck and call. It's gonna feel bad wrestling someone with the approximate I.Q of a broken Transformer's toy, but it's the card Henson dealt to me for my supposed "insolence" so whatever, haha.
As for you Katherine-bear, after watching your little video on me, I just have one thing to say to you...
It's not rape if I like it, isn't it? hehe
I'll be straight up and say I'm not looking forward to facing you on Sunday, not only because you're the sexiest thing in this match (besides me, of course) but because you won't prove a challenge to me at all. You're sweet as hell, but you're naive, and you have no idea how this world works. the only reason K.L brought you on as his assistant is for the eye-candy. That's just the facts, babygurl. I ain't gonna go easy on you, as much as I would like to, but after this debacle of a match you wanna come over to my hotel room to "bake cookies" and "have pillow fights"...well, you know where I'm booked.
I'd be an absolute fool not to take this match seriously, anyone who doesn't take every match seriously is setting themselves up for failure. So as mucch as I'm not interested in working with cormack and Demarcus, I gotta grin my teeth and bear it if I want to get the W. So for once you fuck are gonna see Tiffany White be a team player. Don't expect it to be like this all the time.
Good talk...I guess.
The camera shut off in front of me.
As I drove away from The Gateway Motel to catch my flight for Richmond, everything Pixie was going through began to bring back memories. Memories I had thought were long-suppressed, I was surprised I still remembered them.
It was the first time I had been to Nevada. I had been trying to get away from my old home for some time now, I didn't care where I went, as long as I was away from literally everyone I knew in my life. I couldn't have been more then seventeen years old, and I thought I could conquer the whole world on my own. Well my car running out of gas in the middle of the desert proved that wrong in a matter of days. I had run out of food, and the water that was left was getting warmer and more disgusting by the minute. I had to abandon my car and make the trek on foot. I miscalculated how far away the nearest town was and paid dearly for it.
After a few days of wandering, my body finally gave out, and I passed out in the middle of the desert. I was certain I would die here, that my attempt at running away and making a new life for myself was all for naught. But as I laid there in the desert, the last thing I remember was a voice coming to me. At first I thought it was God or some shit getting ready to bring me to whatever afterlife existed, until I began to make out the flamboyant accent of the man.
It was the first time I had been to Nevada. I had been trying to get away from my old home for some time now, I didn't care where I went, as long as I was away from literally everyone I knew in my life. I couldn't have been more then seventeen years old, and I thought I could conquer the whole world on my own. Well my car running out of gas in the middle of the desert proved that wrong in a matter of days. I had run out of food, and the water that was left was getting warmer and more disgusting by the minute. I had to abandon my car and make the trek on foot. I miscalculated how far away the nearest town was and paid dearly for it.
After a few days of wandering, my body finally gave out, and I passed out in the middle of the desert. I was certain I would die here, that my attempt at running away and making a new life for myself was all for naught. But as I laid there in the desert, the last thing I remember was a voice coming to me. At first I thought it was God or some shit getting ready to bring me to whatever afterlife existed, until I began to make out the flamboyant accent of the man.
Man: Ahhh shit, we got a dyin girl over here! Let's get her to Louise, she could die if we don't!
That was the last thing I remember before finally losing consciousness.
