Post by Gabriela Luna on May 1, 2017 4:36:37 GMT
Alexis. Motherfucking. Caffrey.
You fucked up. You fucked up big time, bitch. You took my chance at forever, my chance at glory, and you broke it. Your crazy-ass obsession with that title pissed my opportunity away, and now?
Now I get to crush your fucking throat, puta.
I wanna be flyin' off the handle right now, I do. Claro que si. I wanna be smackin' your ass up and down the halls of whatever hotel you're curled up in, I wanna be makin' sure you don't even GET to Sacrifice this week. Watch your back, bitch, because I ain't waiting. I get the chance, we're going. I see you backstage, it's fucking ON. You don't get to fuck with me like that. You don't get to fuck with my life and passion like that, and not expect the motherFUCKING consequences.
Your bitch-ass gringa self might be havin' a little trouble believing it, but you're gonna catch hell dealing with me right now. See, it's easy to point and laugh from the stage, when you ain't gotta worry about the beating you picked up by sticking your tits where they didn't belong. It's easy to break, and ruin. But lemme ask you this: who's doing she she ain't earned the right to now? You were so upset about me gettin' a Diamonds Title shot, you shoulda opened your mouth sooner, found someone and got your foot in the door. Too slow, Alexis. You're too slow. Ain't never gonna catch me goin' that speed.
But...you don't wanna catch me, do you? Just like Paige didn't wanna catch me, you don't want none of me. You're too afraid of what'll happen when I beat your ass, you dumb, crazy bitch. Hall of Fame my ass. Why the fuck you in the Hall of Fame? You won some matches, you won some titles, and you don't even have the fuckin' decency to accept the idea that it ain't about you anymore? Fuck, at least Angel's crazy ass knows how to take a vacation. You just keep popping up like herpes and ruining shit. Diamonds Ladder Invitational, you show up and you pop Eternity off that ladder, and now here you fuckin' are. Here you fuckin' are, trying to steal the spotlight for your faded ass one more time.
I ain't takin' shit lying down. You best hope Paige catches all of your team's beating this week, 'cause I get my hands on you, I ain't stoppin' until they're red. I've been working my entire fucking life for the chance to be at the top of the world, and you sent it up like a joint in the fuckin' entrances. I don't fuckin' forget shit like that, and if there's one thing this place has taught me, it's that if I want to get violent, I just gotta find the right person to talk to and we'll get some.
I done more brawlin' since I came up here than I ever did in Mexico. I kicked some bitches, sure, but I made my name on bein' fast and furious. Alexis, you're gonna get some fucking whiplash when we step into the ring. Yo juro de los cielos y todo el sangre en mi cuerpo, you are gonna fuckin' feel every moment for the rest of your life. I sure hope those laughs your ass got were worth it...'cause by the time I'm done, all you gonna be able to do is cry.
Don't think I forgot about your ass, Paige. You got handed a gift by Psycho Bitch there, and if I can't hack her ass back down I'ma be more than happy to give you a delayed gift. I know Pandora wants her shot at you real, real bad, but as far as beating your cula, she gotta get in line. I still got that IOU on bringin' that fight to you, and I'm cashing part of it in tonight. Whoever walks out of Night of the Immortals with that title? They get the rest and then some.
Like...this shit is so stupid, I ain't even really that mad at you right now, Paige. That's fucked up. I hate your ass, I should be full of anger for you. But...right now, you're a...fuck, what's...cuales estan las pinche palabras que significan—SMALL FISH! You's small fish to fry for me. All you are right now is a body between me and my real fuckin' problem. Step to me, and I'll slap you back down so hard you think you're Sara. Get in my way, and you get to catch part of Alexis's beating for her. So save yourself the trouble. Get lost. Don't show up for Sacrifice. Let Alexis pay for what she did to you. And let me take care of her.
Just know that your bitch ass is next.
You fucked up. You fucked up big time, bitch. You took my chance at forever, my chance at glory, and you broke it. Your crazy-ass obsession with that title pissed my opportunity away, and now?
Now I get to crush your fucking throat, puta.
I wanna be flyin' off the handle right now, I do. Claro que si. I wanna be smackin' your ass up and down the halls of whatever hotel you're curled up in, I wanna be makin' sure you don't even GET to Sacrifice this week. Watch your back, bitch, because I ain't waiting. I get the chance, we're going. I see you backstage, it's fucking ON. You don't get to fuck with me like that. You don't get to fuck with my life and passion like that, and not expect the motherFUCKING consequences.
Your bitch-ass gringa self might be havin' a little trouble believing it, but you're gonna catch hell dealing with me right now. See, it's easy to point and laugh from the stage, when you ain't gotta worry about the beating you picked up by sticking your tits where they didn't belong. It's easy to break, and ruin. But lemme ask you this: who's doing she she ain't earned the right to now? You were so upset about me gettin' a Diamonds Title shot, you shoulda opened your mouth sooner, found someone and got your foot in the door. Too slow, Alexis. You're too slow. Ain't never gonna catch me goin' that speed.
But...you don't wanna catch me, do you? Just like Paige didn't wanna catch me, you don't want none of me. You're too afraid of what'll happen when I beat your ass, you dumb, crazy bitch. Hall of Fame my ass. Why the fuck you in the Hall of Fame? You won some matches, you won some titles, and you don't even have the fuckin' decency to accept the idea that it ain't about you anymore? Fuck, at least Angel's crazy ass knows how to take a vacation. You just keep popping up like herpes and ruining shit. Diamonds Ladder Invitational, you show up and you pop Eternity off that ladder, and now here you fuckin' are. Here you fuckin' are, trying to steal the spotlight for your faded ass one more time.
I ain't takin' shit lying down. You best hope Paige catches all of your team's beating this week, 'cause I get my hands on you, I ain't stoppin' until they're red. I've been working my entire fucking life for the chance to be at the top of the world, and you sent it up like a joint in the fuckin' entrances. I don't fuckin' forget shit like that, and if there's one thing this place has taught me, it's that if I want to get violent, I just gotta find the right person to talk to and we'll get some.
I done more brawlin' since I came up here than I ever did in Mexico. I kicked some bitches, sure, but I made my name on bein' fast and furious. Alexis, you're gonna get some fucking whiplash when we step into the ring. Yo juro de los cielos y todo el sangre en mi cuerpo, you are gonna fuckin' feel every moment for the rest of your life. I sure hope those laughs your ass got were worth it...'cause by the time I'm done, all you gonna be able to do is cry.
Don't think I forgot about your ass, Paige. You got handed a gift by Psycho Bitch there, and if I can't hack her ass back down I'ma be more than happy to give you a delayed gift. I know Pandora wants her shot at you real, real bad, but as far as beating your cula, she gotta get in line. I still got that IOU on bringin' that fight to you, and I'm cashing part of it in tonight. Whoever walks out of Night of the Immortals with that title? They get the rest and then some.
Like...this shit is so stupid, I ain't even really that mad at you right now, Paige. That's fucked up. I hate your ass, I should be full of anger for you. But...right now, you're a...fuck, what's...cuales estan las pinche palabras que significan—SMALL FISH! You's small fish to fry for me. All you are right now is a body between me and my real fuckin' problem. Step to me, and I'll slap you back down so hard you think you're Sara. Get in my way, and you get to catch part of Alexis's beating for her. So save yourself the trouble. Get lost. Don't show up for Sacrifice. Let Alexis pay for what she did to you. And let me take care of her.
Just know that your bitch ass is next.
A loud crack echoes through the IWF Performance Center from the heavy bag in front of Gabriela as her foot lashes out in a spinning roundhouse kick, sending it jolting wildly to the side for a moment before the anchoring snaps it back into place again. Gabriela grits her teeth, spinning in place and blasting the bag with a spinning heel kick. She sets again and immediately swings, lashing out with a graceless, furious punch to the bag. Gabriela pauses for a second, breathing heavily, and punches the bag again, a low growl slipping through her teeth. The growl quickly climbs to a primal scream of fury, and Gabriela unloads on the bag, throwing a flurry of furious punches at the bag, each one landing in a continuous chain of punishment. Gabriela's burst of energy begins to fade, and her punching speed falls slowly until she's just throwing exhausted, impotently furious forearms against the bag, beginning to slump against it. As she pants, weakly throwing another shot, a voice echoes from behind her. "Rough night?"
Gabriela doesn't move, barely acknowledging the presence of the voice, and her reply is clipped, voice ragged through her breaths. "Rough week. Why you here?"
She turns to face her former trainer Aaron, who's standing in the doorway, an eyebrow cocked. He steps further into the gym, looking around at the equipment, and lets out a low whistle. "I came to see the facilities...and to see you. I knew you were going to be angry. I wanted to try to direct it."
"Into what?" Gabriela shakes her head, forcing herself to stand up straight. "I'm already gonna kill Alexis Caffrey. That's what I should do, right? Throat for an eye?"
Aaron pauses, shaking his head slowly. "You never took that part of training well. You need to refocus on the Di—"
"On the title?!" Gabriela cuts Aaron off, taking a few steps closer to him. "Bitch already made it clear she's gonna fuck with my shit until she gets her baby back. Fuck, what is it with this company and the crazy bitches...no. Pandora's got next crack at Paige. That ship sailed. Alexis drew that heat, and now I'ma fuckin' roast her for it."
Aaron shakes his head again, throwing his hands up. "She's a Hall of Famer, Gabriela. You can't just go into this half-cocked like you did with Eternity and expect it'll be all right. You might not even be 100% yet, even after all the time you took off."
Gabriela snaps again. "Don't talk to me about fuckin' Eternity, Aaron. I know what I'm doing. She took the best opportunity I've had in my whole fuckin' career, all for the sake of gettin' her moment. She ain't getting another moment. I'm making sure of it. Not now, not ever, and certainly not on my fuckin' account."
Aaron holds a stare for a long second. "We'll talk in the morning, when you're less angry. In the meantime, keep punishing that bag. It knows what it did." He turns around and walks back out of the Performance Center, grumbling to himself as he goes.
Gabriela watches him go, a glassy-eyed look of fury on her face, and she turns back to the bag with an intent look on her face. "Joke's on you...this ain't going away." She lays a thudding hook into the bag, following up with a left jab, and then a right middle kick. Slowly, methodically, in a way we haven't really seen Gabriela fight before, she begins to develop a jerky, violent rhythm to her striking, and we fade out on Gabriela, almost in a trancelike state, beating on the punching bag like it was the only thing in her world.
Gabriela doesn't move, barely acknowledging the presence of the voice, and her reply is clipped, voice ragged through her breaths. "Rough week. Why you here?"
She turns to face her former trainer Aaron, who's standing in the doorway, an eyebrow cocked. He steps further into the gym, looking around at the equipment, and lets out a low whistle. "I came to see the facilities...and to see you. I knew you were going to be angry. I wanted to try to direct it."
"Into what?" Gabriela shakes her head, forcing herself to stand up straight. "I'm already gonna kill Alexis Caffrey. That's what I should do, right? Throat for an eye?"
Aaron pauses, shaking his head slowly. "You never took that part of training well. You need to refocus on the Di—"
"On the title?!" Gabriela cuts Aaron off, taking a few steps closer to him. "Bitch already made it clear she's gonna fuck with my shit until she gets her baby back. Fuck, what is it with this company and the crazy bitches...no. Pandora's got next crack at Paige. That ship sailed. Alexis drew that heat, and now I'ma fuckin' roast her for it."
Aaron shakes his head again, throwing his hands up. "She's a Hall of Famer, Gabriela. You can't just go into this half-cocked like you did with Eternity and expect it'll be all right. You might not even be 100% yet, even after all the time you took off."
Gabriela snaps again. "Don't talk to me about fuckin' Eternity, Aaron. I know what I'm doing. She took the best opportunity I've had in my whole fuckin' career, all for the sake of gettin' her moment. She ain't getting another moment. I'm making sure of it. Not now, not ever, and certainly not on my fuckin' account."
Aaron holds a stare for a long second. "We'll talk in the morning, when you're less angry. In the meantime, keep punishing that bag. It knows what it did." He turns around and walks back out of the Performance Center, grumbling to himself as he goes.
Gabriela watches him go, a glassy-eyed look of fury on her face, and she turns back to the bag with an intent look on her face. "Joke's on you...this ain't going away." She lays a thudding hook into the bag, following up with a left jab, and then a right middle kick. Slowly, methodically, in a way we haven't really seen Gabriela fight before, she begins to develop a jerky, violent rhythm to her striking, and we fade out on Gabriela, almost in a trancelike state, beating on the punching bag like it was the only thing in her world.
Well howdy there pardner.