Post by hawkeye on Aug 15, 2019 2:03:17 GMT
Just after Summer Swelter...
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The aspirin helped some and the hot shower hurt more, but it still took a good twenty minutes with the ice pack applied directly to her forehead for Veronica Treymane to feel like she didn’t have a softball glued to her skull. A trill from her phone was from Maddy Crane, wondering if they were still on for beer and fries down at the Lamb.
Veronica pulled the pack away, looked at the lump and decided that any lager consumed tonight would be provided by the good folks at A&W. She tapped out a quick ‘There in 20’ to Mads, then pushed off the low wooden bench and slung her battered old canvas bag over one shoulder. Ice pack still in hand, she shouldered through the locker room door and made an immediate left toward the infirmary to have a word with Vannacutt before she hit the road.
She’d barely made it half a dozen steps when someone called, “Nice welt, sweetie. What happened out there tonight?”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
‘Ronnie paused, looked over one shoulder and saw Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos, collectively known as Diamonds & Pearls, loitering against the wall several yards down the hall. It was Luisa who’d spoken and the inquisitive tilt of her head told Treymane she expected an answer. Keeping her tone light, the blonde replied, “Dream’s even crazier than I thought. She surprised me once, it won’t happen again.”
She started to turn away, but stopped when Luisa added, “Sure that’s really wise, babe? There was a lotta big talk coming from you when ya beat Reiko, but soon as you get in there with another former World Champ? She squashed a nice flat spot on your head. If I were you I wouldn’t want anything else to do with that crazy bytch.”
Veronica shrugged her shoulder bag up a little higher. “Guess that’s the difference between us.”
Satisfied with her response, Treymane turned again so of course it was Marisol that spoke up. “What’s that supposed to mean, honey?”
Veronica sighed, tried to keep her tone light and didn’t quite succeed. “It means I won’t let a single loss to a genuine head case stop me from getting back to the top. Get it?”
Ayala favored her with an insolent shrug. “Not really. I don’t make a habit of losing to lunatics.”
“No, just Sweethearts.”
Marisol’s eyes narrowed to dark slots. “Got something to say, Treymane?”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “On the contrary, I think this conversation is over.”
Once again ‘Ronnie tried to take her leave, but Diamonds cut her off. “Don’t turn your back on me, puta.”
“Watch your mouth.” the Dangerous Dame snapped back. “Or I might have to wash it out with my boot.”
“The f*ck you will, has-been.”
‘Ronnie looked around, rolled her shoulders and let the bag drop to the floor. The ice pack fell beside it. “You got something you want to say to me, Daisy? Say it to my face.” Part of her expected the big brunette to keep running her mouth from a distance, so Veronica was pleasantly surprised (even though her personal defense system went to DEFCON 1) when Marisol stomped down the hall and stopped only inches shy of the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Careful to note Luisa’s position (she’d closed as well, though not nearly so much as her partner), Veronica very deliberately looked Ayala up and down before she said, “Are we going to have a problem here, Dais--”
Silence descended on the corridor when Marisol chested up on the blonde strong enough to force her back a half step. “I think you’ve got me confused with this Daisy bytch.” the San Juan powerhouse murmured. “My name is Marisol Ayala and when you say it you better put some goddamned respect on--”
Veronica surged into the ingénue’s personal space, forcing Ayala to dig in her heels to not give any ground. Nose to nose with Diamonds, Treymane murmured, “You want respect? Don’t try getting big on a girl when she’s just been through a war with someone you’re not brave enough to share a ring with.”
Marisol didn’t so much as twitch, though her dark eyes were tossing sparks. “I’m not afraid of Dream and I’m sure as hell not afraid of you. You’re damaged goods, puta. The front office might throw you in with a few more cupcakes in hopes of covering it up for a while longer, but Luisa and I? We see right through that shyt. “There’s blood in the water and if you’ve got the guts to share a ring with ME I’ll put you out of your misery once and for--”
Marisol’s pretty face went stone cold when ‘Ronnie barked a single raucous laugh. “You’re questioning my heart? Girl, I make my challenges in the ring, in front of the whole world. I don’t lurk in hallways hoping to pick fights at the end of the night. Lucky for you I accept challenges at any time, any place, from anyone. You want a match? Ask for it.”
“I want a match.” Ayala said softly. “On pay-per-view. I want a match not so I can finish what The Dream started, but so I can surpass it in every way. Accept my challenge puta and I’ll humiliate you in front of the whole world.
“I accept, Daisy.” Treymane said. “Start working on your excuses now. You’ll need something rather clever after I cut your ass down to sizNNNGGHH!”
Ayala brought a fist up and pounded it against the throbbing lump on ‘Ronnie’s forehead! “Get used to that, puta! You’re going up against Diamond Strong now, and your washed-up ass can’t hanNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Aching noggin be damned, Veronica stepped in, caught the brunette’s head in both hands and brought her right knee up high enough to THWHONK the bridge of Marisol’s nose!
Diamonds staggered back, caught her balance and would’ve thrown herself at the Magnificent Moll if Luisa hadn’t stepped in and crooked an arm around the big brunette’s waist. “Not now, not now! Don’t give the brat any excuses to back out of the match! Don’t want her claiming a concussion so she can take a six week vacation.”
“Screw that noise.” ‘Ronnie spat. “I’ll fight you at every house show and TV taping between now and Red, White and Bruised.”
“The hell you will.” Marisol fired back. “You’ll be lucky to survive one match with me. A dozen would be the end of your career.”
“Big talk, Diamonds. Did Charlie and Skye hear the same before they dropped you on your face and retained the Tag Titles?”
Marisol came for her again but Luisa held her tight, Pearls managing to keep Diamonds away from the blonde. “Don’t worry about her, you got what you wanted. A one on one match at Red, White & Bruised. There’ll be nowhere for this hag to run and you’ll show the world she’s as fake as that cheesy ass machine gun.”
Veronica said nothing, choosing to hold her tongue and her ground while Marisol cooled down. “Contract will be waiting for your signature within twenty-four hours.” the blonde murmured once she’d collected her bag and ice pack. “Get it turned in fast or we’ll settle this in the first convenient parking lot.”
“You’re not that lucky, loser.”
“Neither are you, Daisy. See ya soon.” Treymane spun around and stormed down the hall, her trip to the infirmary completely forgotten.
“Last time that puta walks away from me.” Marisol told Luisa. “At Red, White and Bruised they’ll wheel her out on a stretcher.”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The aspirin helped some and the hot shower hurt more, but it still took a good twenty minutes with the ice pack applied directly to her forehead for Veronica Treymane to feel like she didn’t have a softball glued to her skull. A trill from her phone was from Maddy Crane, wondering if they were still on for beer and fries down at the Lamb.
Veronica pulled the pack away, looked at the lump and decided that any lager consumed tonight would be provided by the good folks at A&W. She tapped out a quick ‘There in 20’ to Mads, then pushed off the low wooden bench and slung her battered old canvas bag over one shoulder. Ice pack still in hand, she shouldered through the locker room door and made an immediate left toward the infirmary to have a word with Vannacutt before she hit the road.
She’d barely made it half a dozen steps when someone called, “Nice welt, sweetie. What happened out there tonight?”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
‘Ronnie paused, looked over one shoulder and saw Marisol Ayala and Luisa Campos, collectively known as Diamonds & Pearls, loitering against the wall several yards down the hall. It was Luisa who’d spoken and the inquisitive tilt of her head told Treymane she expected an answer. Keeping her tone light, the blonde replied, “Dream’s even crazier than I thought. She surprised me once, it won’t happen again.”
She started to turn away, but stopped when Luisa added, “Sure that’s really wise, babe? There was a lotta big talk coming from you when ya beat Reiko, but soon as you get in there with another former World Champ? She squashed a nice flat spot on your head. If I were you I wouldn’t want anything else to do with that crazy bytch.”
Veronica shrugged her shoulder bag up a little higher. “Guess that’s the difference between us.”
Satisfied with her response, Treymane turned again so of course it was Marisol that spoke up. “What’s that supposed to mean, honey?”
Veronica sighed, tried to keep her tone light and didn’t quite succeed. “It means I won’t let a single loss to a genuine head case stop me from getting back to the top. Get it?”
Ayala favored her with an insolent shrug. “Not really. I don’t make a habit of losing to lunatics.”
“No, just Sweethearts.”
Marisol’s eyes narrowed to dark slots. “Got something to say, Treymane?”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “On the contrary, I think this conversation is over.”
Once again ‘Ronnie tried to take her leave, but Diamonds cut her off. “Don’t turn your back on me, puta.”
“Watch your mouth.” the Dangerous Dame snapped back. “Or I might have to wash it out with my boot.”
“The f*ck you will, has-been.”
‘Ronnie looked around, rolled her shoulders and let the bag drop to the floor. The ice pack fell beside it. “You got something you want to say to me, Daisy? Say it to my face.” Part of her expected the big brunette to keep running her mouth from a distance, so Veronica was pleasantly surprised (even though her personal defense system went to DEFCON 1) when Marisol stomped down the hall and stopped only inches shy of the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Careful to note Luisa’s position (she’d closed as well, though not nearly so much as her partner), Veronica very deliberately looked Ayala up and down before she said, “Are we going to have a problem here, Dais--”
Silence descended on the corridor when Marisol chested up on the blonde strong enough to force her back a half step. “I think you’ve got me confused with this Daisy bytch.” the San Juan powerhouse murmured. “My name is Marisol Ayala and when you say it you better put some goddamned respect on--”
Veronica surged into the ingénue’s personal space, forcing Ayala to dig in her heels to not give any ground. Nose to nose with Diamonds, Treymane murmured, “You want respect? Don’t try getting big on a girl when she’s just been through a war with someone you’re not brave enough to share a ring with.”
Marisol didn’t so much as twitch, though her dark eyes were tossing sparks. “I’m not afraid of Dream and I’m sure as hell not afraid of you. You’re damaged goods, puta. The front office might throw you in with a few more cupcakes in hopes of covering it up for a while longer, but Luisa and I? We see right through that shyt. “There’s blood in the water and if you’ve got the guts to share a ring with ME I’ll put you out of your misery once and for--”
Marisol’s pretty face went stone cold when ‘Ronnie barked a single raucous laugh. “You’re questioning my heart? Girl, I make my challenges in the ring, in front of the whole world. I don’t lurk in hallways hoping to pick fights at the end of the night. Lucky for you I accept challenges at any time, any place, from anyone. You want a match? Ask for it.”
“I want a match.” Ayala said softly. “On pay-per-view. I want a match not so I can finish what The Dream started, but so I can surpass it in every way. Accept my challenge puta and I’ll humiliate you in front of the whole world.
“I accept, Daisy.” Treymane said. “Start working on your excuses now. You’ll need something rather clever after I cut your ass down to sizNNNGGHH!”
Ayala brought a fist up and pounded it against the throbbing lump on ‘Ronnie’s forehead! “Get used to that, puta! You’re going up against Diamond Strong now, and your washed-up ass can’t hanNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Aching noggin be damned, Veronica stepped in, caught the brunette’s head in both hands and brought her right knee up high enough to THWHONK the bridge of Marisol’s nose!
Diamonds staggered back, caught her balance and would’ve thrown herself at the Magnificent Moll if Luisa hadn’t stepped in and crooked an arm around the big brunette’s waist. “Not now, not now! Don’t give the brat any excuses to back out of the match! Don’t want her claiming a concussion so she can take a six week vacation.”
“Screw that noise.” ‘Ronnie spat. “I’ll fight you at every house show and TV taping between now and Red, White and Bruised.”
“The hell you will.” Marisol fired back. “You’ll be lucky to survive one match with me. A dozen would be the end of your career.”
“Big talk, Diamonds. Did Charlie and Skye hear the same before they dropped you on your face and retained the Tag Titles?”
Marisol came for her again but Luisa held her tight, Pearls managing to keep Diamonds away from the blonde. “Don’t worry about her, you got what you wanted. A one on one match at Red, White & Bruised. There’ll be nowhere for this hag to run and you’ll show the world she’s as fake as that cheesy ass machine gun.”
Veronica said nothing, choosing to hold her tongue and her ground while Marisol cooled down. “Contract will be waiting for your signature within twenty-four hours.” the blonde murmured once she’d collected her bag and ice pack. “Get it turned in fast or we’ll settle this in the first convenient parking lot.”
“You’re not that lucky, loser.”
“Neither are you, Daisy. See ya soon.” Treymane spun around and stormed down the hall, her trip to the infirmary completely forgotten.
“Last time that puta walks away from me.” Marisol told Luisa. “At Red, White and Bruised they’ll wheel her out on a stretcher.”