Post by Tara Fenix on Aug 15, 2013 3:30:03 GMT
Just as the morning sun started to creep through the curtain and light my face, I opened my eyes and had a great smile on my face. The smile seemed to grow a little wider as my eyes laid upon Angel, who was sound asleep at my side --- I draw the blanket closer to my body and stir some more before finally sitting up... With the blanket still held to the front of my body, I look to the floor to see our clothes scattered around. I lean down to pick up his shirt before feeling his hand gliding just across the right side of my spine, bringing a chill through my body. My hand grasps the shirt before I lean back, and his arms wrap around my waist --- I feel his lips trace along my neck, and I draw in a sharp breath.
Tara Blake:
"Good morning, baby."
My voice trembles from his touch, and one of my hands grip the shirt a little tighter while the other is still gripping the blanket to make sure nothing becomes exposed.
Angel:
"First one in a long time..."
His lips trace along my neck some more before I feel him starting to kiss and suck on the side of my neck. The sensation causes me to blush but I try to pull myself away --- not really wanting to; I was in absolute bliss with where I was at... the only thing that could possibly make it better would be a belt to be part of the picture. I tilt my head to the side exposing more of my neck for him to have easier access. My mind knew that we both had matches to prepare for, but my body didn't care. I close my eyes for just a moment while feeling his hand gliding across my inner thigh, before I finally am able to gather the strength.
Tara Blake:
"Angel... Angel..."
Blushing and smiling, I turn to my husband...
Tara Blake:
"I've missed you a lot, too, but we both have matches this week."
A sly grin crosses his face.
Angel:
"I could've sworn that I was only helping you train."
I scoff at the comment he makes, as my eyes roll toward the bed posts where I see the two pairs of handcuffs that are still attached at the posts.
Tara Blake:
"Be that as it may..."
My eyes come back to his, and I can see something in them that nobody else seems to be able to --- love. Every time people took a glimpse at his eyes over the past couple days, all I can hear is those people saying that they see the monster inside of him. The monster that he is... I don't see it. I see him wanting to avenge the one he loves. And I just don't have the heart to ask him not to.
Tara Blake:
"I have a title to bring home."
I can't help but linger until I bring myself to the head of the bed. I take in a deep breath before looking on the night stand where my phone is set, and I see a blinking light on it --- I turn the phone on to see a text message waiting for me. Go figure... It's from Jennie. I don't even bother reading it before turning the phone back off... I hold the blanket a little tighter to myself before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and finally standing up.
Tara Blake:
"I'm going to take a shower."
I walk to the master bathroom of the home and feel my eyes drifting toward my husband... I felt his eyes on me. I turned to step into the bathroom before peering out from around the frame, extending one arm out to him. Without a word, I gesture for him to come with me. He doesn't have to be told twice.
The shower scene was originally intended to be here, but tough luck!
It seems that no matter what we try, Amber, luck is just in your favor. ...Don't think that I didn't hear what you had to say, darling, I heard that you wanted to step into the ring with me. You didn't want Ashley to be there, you didn't even want Ayla to be there; but they are and I think that, deep down, you know that that's going to help you. Or is it?
Really... I've already looked into the details of what this match is going to be, and I am not ashamed to say that I agree with Amber. I don't like this whole gimmick. I think it would've been better if you would have let --- and you're hearing me correctly, Amber --- the champion decide what match it is that she wanted! Let's look at the facts: Amber challenged me to step into the ring with her, in a one-on-one encounter, for the Ruby Championship. She has never pinned me! She has never forced me to tap out! She has never even knocked me out! I think that she knows that until she does one of those three things, she cannot truly call herself the champion...
Instead of giving her that opportunity, she's answered by being told that we're going to have Ashley stepping back in our ring, and Ayla... Who I would actually welcome to step into our ring. On top of that, what's this match called? Prison Break? That means that two of us are going to start things off in the middle of the ring, and after one is eliminated, a second one is going to be released... once a second one is released, the final person will be unlocked.
What kind of game is this?
While I would prefer to be stepping into the ring with Amber, to have my rightful rematch for the belt that I was never pinned to lose --- I would prefer it more if you would treat us with a little more dignity and respect that you would allow us to stand on equal ground. What are all the rules that go along with this type of match? Can I attack my opponents while they're handcuffed? May I break free from my own handcuff? If both of those things are against the rules, then I ask you... truly... what do you think the odds are that one of the first two people starting the match are going to have what it takes to defeat the next two? Believe me, I'm not saying that any of this is impossible! But I don't like it when odds are stacked against anyone.
In my favor.
Or against them.
Let's keep this straight, though; I know that I don't have a choice in the matter... There's no point in me complaining. All I want is my voice to be heard --- and it will be.
Let's go ahead and get started with the ladies participating, starting with the most surprising entrant --- Ashley. Mastrangelo.
Sigh.
I truly do not know why you, out of all the other girls sitting in the back, got selected to participate in this match... for the Ruby Championship. I'm not going to change my tone from last week; I want to help you. I want to see you do better. I want to see you be better! But it's not something that's going to happen just by getting yourself thrust into the midst of the greatest competition that the Diamond's Division has! I have nothing against Jessica Reed, but I'm going to go ahead and make it clear --- Tifa Heafy? Her opponent? That's a joke. Nobody, and I'm going to repeat that for the audience! NOBODY is going to be paying attention to a bubbly princess like Tifa Heafy.
This is the competition, Ashley.
Competitors like Ayla St. James. Competitors like myself... And again... competitors like Amber Richards are the ones that people are going to be ordering the pay-per-view to watch. When everybody was checking out the card for Legacy, they had to check it twice just to make sure their mind wasn't playing some sort of trick on them when they saw your name! Because everybody that saw it could see that you were already out of your league. And you really believe that you have a chance to walk out with the Ruby Championship around your waist.
Rewind ourselves... one month... people are going to see the truth that happened. People are going to be reminded of what happened! One month ago! Ashley Mastrangelo was the direct cause for me losing my belt to Amber Richards in the first place. Ashley Mastrangelo was in the ring with two people that she had no business being in the ring with and she fell. Rewind ourselves to last week; we're going to see that you marched your ass down to the ring without the will to lay it all on the line! You were the cause for Ayla and I to lose that tag match, because it was exactly as Amber explained it.
You were too busy shopping. You were too busy getting your nails done.
And you had the nerve to say that the title was going to go... with... you?
Please...
It's just a fact that you can either accept or you can't, and I mean it... I do want to help you. But I can't help you until you are ready to accept that you're going a little too far into the deep end. You're trying to be something that you aren't ready to be.
A champion.
I don't want to really hold a grudge on you for what happened one month ago, and I don't even want to hold a grudge on you for what happened one week ago. But I want to make sure that you know: If I step into that ring with you, one way or another, you're going to accept the fact that you're out of your league... I'm going to embarrass you in the middle of that ring if I'm given the opportunity. I'm not going to stop at achieving a simple pin fall --- I'm going to make you accept it. By making you.
I tap my right hand against my left forearm.
Tap... Out.
A fork in the road, and my mind always likes to save my primary target for last --- sorry, Ayla, you are not it.
Just like I said last week, Ayla; you're one of the few people that I can see stepping into the same ring as me and actually standing a chance... one of the people that I can step into the same ring with and see as an absolute equal. Both of us have been up and down the road a number of times, and both of us will be up and down the road many more times to come... I'm glad to have a chance to step into the ring with you.
Does it mean that we are going to?
Not with these ridiculous rules...
But if we do, I know that we're going to lift the roof in Detroit and make people forget that Lex and Joe are coming on the show later! Because we're going to do nothing less than magic... I know how tough you are, Ayla. I know how much pain you can take and how deep you can dig to take a little more and give a lot! You and I aren't ordinary women.
You and I can put that entire Diamond Division to shame... if we choose to...
There's some areas where we differ, though. I acknowledge the fact that we are as good as I say we are --- you act more humble, Ayla, but I know you know that I'm speaking nothing but the truth. I know... you know... we could very well be the spotlight of the night.
I have nothing bad to say about you, Ayla. I look forward to stepping into the ring with you... almost... as much as I look forward to stepping into the ring with Amber.
But they're for completely different reasons. Amber, I would love to step into the ring with Ayla at Legacy --- but I'm dying to step into the ring with you! If I'm the first person to step into that ring... and I have my choice... I want you to know that I'm going to come after you.
I know, Amber. You're not intimidated by it; in fact... I expect the same exact thing from you. Let's keep in mind, the challenge that you issued... to me! One that I was going to accept... Went unnoticed. And the only thing I can really say is: how lucky are you? One month, you're able to capitalize on Ashley and capture my Ruby Championship... The next time that we're stepping into the ring at opposite corners, you are able to --- again --- capitalize on Ashley and be credited with another victory over me! And now there's a chance that Ayla could pull an upset and eliminate you from the equation before I even have a chance to step into the ring!
And you're going to be able to tell the world how...
I never beat you.
Some people get all the luck!
That luck for you is going to run out because... whether I walk out of Legacy as the champion, or you do. Or Ayla. Or... in what could be the biggest surprise of the night, bigger than Joe Everyman winning the Imperial Championship --- Ashley walking out with the Ruby Championship!
I want you.
In a one-on-one match... I don't care if we go by the standard rules of wrestling, I don't care if we throw a ladder into the mix, a cage. A dog collar. I don't even care if we take a page from my brother and husband's upcoming match, and make it unsanctioned! After Legacy, Amber: I want you inside of that ring. One-on-one.
You seem to have something fixed in your mind, much like Ashley's hopes of walking out with that belt... You have it fixed in your mind that you were trained by one of the greatest to step foot in the ring. You have it fixed that you picked up what you see him as --- a monster... and you feel... that that's what you are. You can growl, hiss, kick, and do whatever you please --- but you have no idea what it's like to step into that ring and watch your own blood gush out from your body... watching it just drip onto that canvas.
And feel something kick in.
You continue to speak of me as if you truly know me, but you haven't a clue... There's a reason that I love Angel, and I may have made the mistake over the past month by not listening to him and not giving him a chance to explain, but there's a reason for why we belong together --- and that's because we both dig deeper than anyone else to be the best at what we do... to be the best in the whole fucking world. There's nothing ordinary about what we bring to the ring. There's nothing ordinary about stepping into the ring with people like us.
We... Are... Monsters.
And sooner or later... you're going to see the monster come out of me. And you're going to beg for Angel to call it off.
Whether I walk out of Legacy with that belt or not; I'm hurting you.
I felt a grin come across my face as I lowered my head away from the camera... I could feel those dark feelings starting to kick in. The demand for revenge. The demand for blood. I'm one of the few people that could march down to that ring and know full well that winning and losing has become trivial --- it was about sending a message... wearing the belt out this Sunday would just be a bonus. Amber was going to receive my message loud and clear when I inflicted as much pain on her --- she was going to have to ask herself one question...
Does she really have what it takes to roam the lands where legends and monsters come are made?
Tara Blake:
"Good morning, baby."
My voice trembles from his touch, and one of my hands grip the shirt a little tighter while the other is still gripping the blanket to make sure nothing becomes exposed.
Angel:
"First one in a long time..."
His lips trace along my neck some more before I feel him starting to kiss and suck on the side of my neck. The sensation causes me to blush but I try to pull myself away --- not really wanting to; I was in absolute bliss with where I was at... the only thing that could possibly make it better would be a belt to be part of the picture. I tilt my head to the side exposing more of my neck for him to have easier access. My mind knew that we both had matches to prepare for, but my body didn't care. I close my eyes for just a moment while feeling his hand gliding across my inner thigh, before I finally am able to gather the strength.
Tara Blake:
"Angel... Angel..."
Blushing and smiling, I turn to my husband...
Tara Blake:
"I've missed you a lot, too, but we both have matches this week."
A sly grin crosses his face.
Angel:
"I could've sworn that I was only helping you train."
I scoff at the comment he makes, as my eyes roll toward the bed posts where I see the two pairs of handcuffs that are still attached at the posts.
Tara Blake:
"Be that as it may..."
My eyes come back to his, and I can see something in them that nobody else seems to be able to --- love. Every time people took a glimpse at his eyes over the past couple days, all I can hear is those people saying that they see the monster inside of him. The monster that he is... I don't see it. I see him wanting to avenge the one he loves. And I just don't have the heart to ask him not to.
Tara Blake:
"I have a title to bring home."
I can't help but linger until I bring myself to the head of the bed. I take in a deep breath before looking on the night stand where my phone is set, and I see a blinking light on it --- I turn the phone on to see a text message waiting for me. Go figure... It's from Jennie. I don't even bother reading it before turning the phone back off... I hold the blanket a little tighter to myself before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and finally standing up.
Tara Blake:
"I'm going to take a shower."
I walk to the master bathroom of the home and feel my eyes drifting toward my husband... I felt his eyes on me. I turned to step into the bathroom before peering out from around the frame, extending one arm out to him. Without a word, I gesture for him to come with me. He doesn't have to be told twice.
The shower scene was originally intended to be here, but tough luck!
It seems that no matter what we try, Amber, luck is just in your favor. ...Don't think that I didn't hear what you had to say, darling, I heard that you wanted to step into the ring with me. You didn't want Ashley to be there, you didn't even want Ayla to be there; but they are and I think that, deep down, you know that that's going to help you. Or is it?
Really... I've already looked into the details of what this match is going to be, and I am not ashamed to say that I agree with Amber. I don't like this whole gimmick. I think it would've been better if you would have let --- and you're hearing me correctly, Amber --- the champion decide what match it is that she wanted! Let's look at the facts: Amber challenged me to step into the ring with her, in a one-on-one encounter, for the Ruby Championship. She has never pinned me! She has never forced me to tap out! She has never even knocked me out! I think that she knows that until she does one of those three things, she cannot truly call herself the champion...
Instead of giving her that opportunity, she's answered by being told that we're going to have Ashley stepping back in our ring, and Ayla... Who I would actually welcome to step into our ring. On top of that, what's this match called? Prison Break? That means that two of us are going to start things off in the middle of the ring, and after one is eliminated, a second one is going to be released... once a second one is released, the final person will be unlocked.
What kind of game is this?
While I would prefer to be stepping into the ring with Amber, to have my rightful rematch for the belt that I was never pinned to lose --- I would prefer it more if you would treat us with a little more dignity and respect that you would allow us to stand on equal ground. What are all the rules that go along with this type of match? Can I attack my opponents while they're handcuffed? May I break free from my own handcuff? If both of those things are against the rules, then I ask you... truly... what do you think the odds are that one of the first two people starting the match are going to have what it takes to defeat the next two? Believe me, I'm not saying that any of this is impossible! But I don't like it when odds are stacked against anyone.
In my favor.
Or against them.
Let's keep this straight, though; I know that I don't have a choice in the matter... There's no point in me complaining. All I want is my voice to be heard --- and it will be.
Let's go ahead and get started with the ladies participating, starting with the most surprising entrant --- Ashley. Mastrangelo.
Sigh.
I truly do not know why you, out of all the other girls sitting in the back, got selected to participate in this match... for the Ruby Championship. I'm not going to change my tone from last week; I want to help you. I want to see you do better. I want to see you be better! But it's not something that's going to happen just by getting yourself thrust into the midst of the greatest competition that the Diamond's Division has! I have nothing against Jessica Reed, but I'm going to go ahead and make it clear --- Tifa Heafy? Her opponent? That's a joke. Nobody, and I'm going to repeat that for the audience! NOBODY is going to be paying attention to a bubbly princess like Tifa Heafy.
This is the competition, Ashley.
Competitors like Ayla St. James. Competitors like myself... And again... competitors like Amber Richards are the ones that people are going to be ordering the pay-per-view to watch. When everybody was checking out the card for Legacy, they had to check it twice just to make sure their mind wasn't playing some sort of trick on them when they saw your name! Because everybody that saw it could see that you were already out of your league. And you really believe that you have a chance to walk out with the Ruby Championship around your waist.
Rewind ourselves... one month... people are going to see the truth that happened. People are going to be reminded of what happened! One month ago! Ashley Mastrangelo was the direct cause for me losing my belt to Amber Richards in the first place. Ashley Mastrangelo was in the ring with two people that she had no business being in the ring with and she fell. Rewind ourselves to last week; we're going to see that you marched your ass down to the ring without the will to lay it all on the line! You were the cause for Ayla and I to lose that tag match, because it was exactly as Amber explained it.
You were too busy shopping. You were too busy getting your nails done.
And you had the nerve to say that the title was going to go... with... you?
Please...
It's just a fact that you can either accept or you can't, and I mean it... I do want to help you. But I can't help you until you are ready to accept that you're going a little too far into the deep end. You're trying to be something that you aren't ready to be.
A champion.
I don't want to really hold a grudge on you for what happened one month ago, and I don't even want to hold a grudge on you for what happened one week ago. But I want to make sure that you know: If I step into that ring with you, one way or another, you're going to accept the fact that you're out of your league... I'm going to embarrass you in the middle of that ring if I'm given the opportunity. I'm not going to stop at achieving a simple pin fall --- I'm going to make you accept it. By making you.
I tap my right hand against my left forearm.
Tap... Out.
A fork in the road, and my mind always likes to save my primary target for last --- sorry, Ayla, you are not it.
Just like I said last week, Ayla; you're one of the few people that I can see stepping into the same ring as me and actually standing a chance... one of the people that I can step into the same ring with and see as an absolute equal. Both of us have been up and down the road a number of times, and both of us will be up and down the road many more times to come... I'm glad to have a chance to step into the ring with you.
Does it mean that we are going to?
Not with these ridiculous rules...
But if we do, I know that we're going to lift the roof in Detroit and make people forget that Lex and Joe are coming on the show later! Because we're going to do nothing less than magic... I know how tough you are, Ayla. I know how much pain you can take and how deep you can dig to take a little more and give a lot! You and I aren't ordinary women.
You and I can put that entire Diamond Division to shame... if we choose to...
There's some areas where we differ, though. I acknowledge the fact that we are as good as I say we are --- you act more humble, Ayla, but I know you know that I'm speaking nothing but the truth. I know... you know... we could very well be the spotlight of the night.
I have nothing bad to say about you, Ayla. I look forward to stepping into the ring with you... almost... as much as I look forward to stepping into the ring with Amber.
But they're for completely different reasons. Amber, I would love to step into the ring with Ayla at Legacy --- but I'm dying to step into the ring with you! If I'm the first person to step into that ring... and I have my choice... I want you to know that I'm going to come after you.
I know, Amber. You're not intimidated by it; in fact... I expect the same exact thing from you. Let's keep in mind, the challenge that you issued... to me! One that I was going to accept... Went unnoticed. And the only thing I can really say is: how lucky are you? One month, you're able to capitalize on Ashley and capture my Ruby Championship... The next time that we're stepping into the ring at opposite corners, you are able to --- again --- capitalize on Ashley and be credited with another victory over me! And now there's a chance that Ayla could pull an upset and eliminate you from the equation before I even have a chance to step into the ring!
And you're going to be able to tell the world how...
I never beat you.
Some people get all the luck!
That luck for you is going to run out because... whether I walk out of Legacy as the champion, or you do. Or Ayla. Or... in what could be the biggest surprise of the night, bigger than Joe Everyman winning the Imperial Championship --- Ashley walking out with the Ruby Championship!
I want you.
In a one-on-one match... I don't care if we go by the standard rules of wrestling, I don't care if we throw a ladder into the mix, a cage. A dog collar. I don't even care if we take a page from my brother and husband's upcoming match, and make it unsanctioned! After Legacy, Amber: I want you inside of that ring. One-on-one.
You seem to have something fixed in your mind, much like Ashley's hopes of walking out with that belt... You have it fixed in your mind that you were trained by one of the greatest to step foot in the ring. You have it fixed that you picked up what you see him as --- a monster... and you feel... that that's what you are. You can growl, hiss, kick, and do whatever you please --- but you have no idea what it's like to step into that ring and watch your own blood gush out from your body... watching it just drip onto that canvas.
And feel something kick in.
You continue to speak of me as if you truly know me, but you haven't a clue... There's a reason that I love Angel, and I may have made the mistake over the past month by not listening to him and not giving him a chance to explain, but there's a reason for why we belong together --- and that's because we both dig deeper than anyone else to be the best at what we do... to be the best in the whole fucking world. There's nothing ordinary about what we bring to the ring. There's nothing ordinary about stepping into the ring with people like us.
We... Are... Monsters.
And sooner or later... you're going to see the monster come out of me. And you're going to beg for Angel to call it off.
Whether I walk out of Legacy with that belt or not; I'm hurting you.
I felt a grin come across my face as I lowered my head away from the camera... I could feel those dark feelings starting to kick in. The demand for revenge. The demand for blood. I'm one of the few people that could march down to that ring and know full well that winning and losing has become trivial --- it was about sending a message... wearing the belt out this Sunday would just be a bonus. Amber was going to receive my message loud and clear when I inflicted as much pain on her --- she was going to have to ask herself one question...
Does she really have what it takes to roam the lands where legends and monsters come are made?
Well howdy there pardner.