Post by Eden Morgan on Mar 22, 2013 17:31:25 GMT -5
“@fallofedenugwc Look at the win/loss column, dude. I’d say you’re the loser since my boy is still champ. #silly bitch #whiny bitch #s-t-f-u”
Eden’s voice rose in pitch as she read the tweet left by Ezekiel Pax, a brat she had recently dubbed Douche bag #2. Douche bag #1 being Marek Daisuke of course. She jumped off the couch and began pacing, preparing to fire off another Tweet in response, but stopping herself just before posting. No. Save it for the match. Speaking of, she really needed to see what her other competitors were up to. Her fingers flew over the phone screen until she found what she was looking for. Her eyes quickly scanned the information, forehead wrinkled slightly in concentration and nodding her head faintly. Her eyes suddenly get larger and the almost imperceptive movements stop.
“If she even gets one elimination, I’ll tongue kiss a light socket?!?!” she shrieks the words, throwing her phone across the room against the wall. She pauses for a moment to make sure the phone is alright (Aren’t Otter cases awesome?!) and then continues with her inner tirade. She was being brushed off again, ignored, considered inconsequential, and this after what happened in the match last week? That belt should have been hers. It was as good as hers. And then the cheating… there had been a few times where she just knew she had it, but Ezekiel had either been incredibly slow on the count or just not even there. Of course, he was right on top of things as soon as Marek got off his ass and did something right in their match. For someone who wasn’t nervous about a little slip of a girl, he sure needed a lot of help. Experience be damned. And she was pissing herself off again. She had more opponents in this Massive Melee than just the Douchebags in question, and she would do well to remember that.
There was Travis Pierce. Eden knew that many were counting him out already, rather foolishly in her opinion. She hadn’t been in UGWC for a very long time, but from what she had seen, she knew Pierce to be a ruthless competitor and there was a reason he and Jet Somers were partners. Others forgot that. They were partners, he wasn’t a sidekick, and she knew exactly what Jet Somers was, even if Jez didn’t. Jez. She really needed to call her. Later.
Donovan Hastings. Moss Edwards. They, along with Travis Pierce, were her biggest concerns. Sure, an upset could happen with one of the others. Her win would be considered an upset for sure and so she couldn’t really completely count the others out. Well, except for Mark Riznik. A few promising winks, a sway of the hips and she could have him eliminating people for her. Hey, that wasn’t a bad idea. Eden paused to consider this, filing it away as a possibility. But Ezekiel and Marek. If no one else, she wanted those two for herself. Revenge was a new thought process for her, but she found she was working her way around it just fine. And she would enjoy every bit of it.
The part that concerned her was the “and more!” part of the roster list. And more? What did that mean? What more could there be? She had nothing to base this on. Frowning, she looks down at the phone she had only thrown moments before. She did have someone who could clear it up for her, but she had to decide what to let her know and what not to let her know. Well, she had decided that already. She wasn’t going to run to Jez for help on the situation with Marek and Ezekiel. That she would handle herself, and if Jez knew she would blow it up and it would be seen as Eden hiding behind her mentor. That wouldn’t work. No, she was just calling for some advice and clarification. Nice and vague. Yeah. She’ll never see through that.
Eden nibbled her lower lip as she dialed Jezebel’s cell phone number from memory. The phone was off and so went straight to voicemail. Eden made a small sound of annoyance and called the house, crossing her fingers that her brother wouldn’t be the one to pick up the phone. He could definitely give her some pointers, but she didn’t think he’d appreciate finding out his sister was involved in the violent sport he tried to keep away from his family by her asking what “and more!” could possibly mean in something called a “Massive Melee.” Yeah, on a scale of 1-10 that was a no-no.
“Helllloooo, Morgan residence, Sherry speaking!”
Sherry always sounded so bright and cheery on the phone. Eden had missed the upbeat and quickwitted girl who was Jez’s best friend and also frequent babysitter and she was also thankful it was her who had picked up the phone rather than… you know who.
“Hey Sherry, how’s it going?”
There was a brief pause and then Sherry replied.
“Oh, you know, it’s going. They’re a bit of a handful, and that’s not even discussing the kids,” she laughs and Eden, caught up in the infectious sound, laughs also.
“So, is Jezebel around? I really need to ask her a few things.”
“Err… Jez is… out.” Another pause and then Sherry continues. “You should try her cell phone.”
“I did, she didn’t answer. Well where did she go?” Eden makes a sound of frustration.
“I umm… just keep trying her cell phone, I’m sure she’ll turn it back on soon. Gotta go, kids and all.” And with that there was silence on the line. Eden stared at the phone with a bewildered expression on her face. Did she just get hung up on? What was the evasiveness about? And… she hadn’t told Sherry the phone was off…
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Jezebel fidgeted, looking down at her turned off phone as she waited for her luggage to come around on the carousel. You would think she would be used to planes by now, but dammit, she wasn’t. She was just glad to be off this one and on solid ground again. Next time, she would be driving. But would there be a next time? Right now, she wasn’t so sure.
“And more!” the scheduling had promised for the Massive Melee. Little did anyone know, she was part of that “and more.” Who else was? She had no idea. And her addition hadn’t’ been until the last minute. She had gone back and forth, trying to decide whether to enter or not, but in the end Jet’s silence had decided it for her. She knew what had happened at the last show. Eden had been cheated out of a victory by a couple of obnoxious cuntrags and Jet had… well… Jet had gotten his ass handed to him. And the look on his face, Jez couldn’t forget that. Or the look on his face the night she had returned. The complete unresponsiveness. She would fix this. And she would help Eden and Jet if she could.
Zane wasn’t the issue so much as Damarest was. Damarest. She’d like to shove that scalpel somewhere retrieval would be next to impossible. Jezebel wondered at his reaction to her return, though it was still undecided if her return was to be permanent or just for this one show. Secretly, she leaned toward a longer term, but that would all depend on that stubborn ass husband of hers. She had finally told him where she had really been going these past few months and what had been going out… except about Eden. He didn’t know about that yet. Baby steps. She also told him where she was going now and why. Well, part of why. Again, he didn’t know his little sister was involved in this. If he did… he probably wouldn’t be far behind. And then things would really get interesting.
Neither of them had called her. Not Eden. Not Jet. Not that she expected Jet too, but dammit all to hell she should expect him to. He was her brother, for fuck's sake. They didn’t think they needed her, but she knew better. And she was on her way to set things right. She didn’t kid herself in thinking that she would be the winner of the Massive Melee. There were too many unpredictable factors, but if there was some way she could even the odds and help watch Eden’s back, then so be it. Eden didn’t have to do this by herself. She gives a chilling and almost sad smile as she scoops her luggage up, heading for the exit. The time for a reckoning was at hand, but whether it would be for Eden and Jet or for the rest of UGWC was yet to be determined.
Eden’s voice rose in pitch as she read the tweet left by Ezekiel Pax, a brat she had recently dubbed Douche bag #2. Douche bag #1 being Marek Daisuke of course. She jumped off the couch and began pacing, preparing to fire off another Tweet in response, but stopping herself just before posting. No. Save it for the match. Speaking of, she really needed to see what her other competitors were up to. Her fingers flew over the phone screen until she found what she was looking for. Her eyes quickly scanned the information, forehead wrinkled slightly in concentration and nodding her head faintly. Her eyes suddenly get larger and the almost imperceptive movements stop.
“If she even gets one elimination, I’ll tongue kiss a light socket?!?!” she shrieks the words, throwing her phone across the room against the wall. She pauses for a moment to make sure the phone is alright (Aren’t Otter cases awesome?!) and then continues with her inner tirade. She was being brushed off again, ignored, considered inconsequential, and this after what happened in the match last week? That belt should have been hers. It was as good as hers. And then the cheating… there had been a few times where she just knew she had it, but Ezekiel had either been incredibly slow on the count or just not even there. Of course, he was right on top of things as soon as Marek got off his ass and did something right in their match. For someone who wasn’t nervous about a little slip of a girl, he sure needed a lot of help. Experience be damned. And she was pissing herself off again. She had more opponents in this Massive Melee than just the Douchebags in question, and she would do well to remember that.
There was Travis Pierce. Eden knew that many were counting him out already, rather foolishly in her opinion. She hadn’t been in UGWC for a very long time, but from what she had seen, she knew Pierce to be a ruthless competitor and there was a reason he and Jet Somers were partners. Others forgot that. They were partners, he wasn’t a sidekick, and she knew exactly what Jet Somers was, even if Jez didn’t. Jez. She really needed to call her. Later.
Donovan Hastings. Moss Edwards. They, along with Travis Pierce, were her biggest concerns. Sure, an upset could happen with one of the others. Her win would be considered an upset for sure and so she couldn’t really completely count the others out. Well, except for Mark Riznik. A few promising winks, a sway of the hips and she could have him eliminating people for her. Hey, that wasn’t a bad idea. Eden paused to consider this, filing it away as a possibility. But Ezekiel and Marek. If no one else, she wanted those two for herself. Revenge was a new thought process for her, but she found she was working her way around it just fine. And she would enjoy every bit of it.
The part that concerned her was the “and more!” part of the roster list. And more? What did that mean? What more could there be? She had nothing to base this on. Frowning, she looks down at the phone she had only thrown moments before. She did have someone who could clear it up for her, but she had to decide what to let her know and what not to let her know. Well, she had decided that already. She wasn’t going to run to Jez for help on the situation with Marek and Ezekiel. That she would handle herself, and if Jez knew she would blow it up and it would be seen as Eden hiding behind her mentor. That wouldn’t work. No, she was just calling for some advice and clarification. Nice and vague. Yeah. She’ll never see through that.
Eden nibbled her lower lip as she dialed Jezebel’s cell phone number from memory. The phone was off and so went straight to voicemail. Eden made a small sound of annoyance and called the house, crossing her fingers that her brother wouldn’t be the one to pick up the phone. He could definitely give her some pointers, but she didn’t think he’d appreciate finding out his sister was involved in the violent sport he tried to keep away from his family by her asking what “and more!” could possibly mean in something called a “Massive Melee.” Yeah, on a scale of 1-10 that was a no-no.
“Helllloooo, Morgan residence, Sherry speaking!”
Sherry always sounded so bright and cheery on the phone. Eden had missed the upbeat and quickwitted girl who was Jez’s best friend and also frequent babysitter and she was also thankful it was her who had picked up the phone rather than… you know who.
“Hey Sherry, how’s it going?”
There was a brief pause and then Sherry replied.
“Oh, you know, it’s going. They’re a bit of a handful, and that’s not even discussing the kids,” she laughs and Eden, caught up in the infectious sound, laughs also.
“So, is Jezebel around? I really need to ask her a few things.”
“Err… Jez is… out.” Another pause and then Sherry continues. “You should try her cell phone.”
“I did, she didn’t answer. Well where did she go?” Eden makes a sound of frustration.
“I umm… just keep trying her cell phone, I’m sure she’ll turn it back on soon. Gotta go, kids and all.” And with that there was silence on the line. Eden stared at the phone with a bewildered expression on her face. Did she just get hung up on? What was the evasiveness about? And… she hadn’t told Sherry the phone was off…
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Jezebel fidgeted, looking down at her turned off phone as she waited for her luggage to come around on the carousel. You would think she would be used to planes by now, but dammit, she wasn’t. She was just glad to be off this one and on solid ground again. Next time, she would be driving. But would there be a next time? Right now, she wasn’t so sure.
“And more!” the scheduling had promised for the Massive Melee. Little did anyone know, she was part of that “and more.” Who else was? She had no idea. And her addition hadn’t’ been until the last minute. She had gone back and forth, trying to decide whether to enter or not, but in the end Jet’s silence had decided it for her. She knew what had happened at the last show. Eden had been cheated out of a victory by a couple of obnoxious cuntrags and Jet had… well… Jet had gotten his ass handed to him. And the look on his face, Jez couldn’t forget that. Or the look on his face the night she had returned. The complete unresponsiveness. She would fix this. And she would help Eden and Jet if she could.
Zane wasn’t the issue so much as Damarest was. Damarest. She’d like to shove that scalpel somewhere retrieval would be next to impossible. Jezebel wondered at his reaction to her return, though it was still undecided if her return was to be permanent or just for this one show. Secretly, she leaned toward a longer term, but that would all depend on that stubborn ass husband of hers. She had finally told him where she had really been going these past few months and what had been going out… except about Eden. He didn’t know about that yet. Baby steps. She also told him where she was going now and why. Well, part of why. Again, he didn’t know his little sister was involved in this. If he did… he probably wouldn’t be far behind. And then things would really get interesting.
Neither of them had called her. Not Eden. Not Jet. Not that she expected Jet too, but dammit all to hell she should expect him to. He was her brother, for fuck's sake. They didn’t think they needed her, but she knew better. And she was on her way to set things right. She didn’t kid herself in thinking that she would be the winner of the Massive Melee. There were too many unpredictable factors, but if there was some way she could even the odds and help watch Eden’s back, then so be it. Eden didn’t have to do this by herself. She gives a chilling and almost sad smile as she scoops her luggage up, heading for the exit. The time for a reckoning was at hand, but whether it would be for Eden and Jet or for the rest of UGWC was yet to be determined.