Post by LACKLAN on Oct 20, 2018 21:05:30 GMT -5
Les contrats
We need to talk
Aveline Lacklan sighs.
The Blade and Edge of God sits in a place we have not seen in many months, though memories assault us as we take in the surroundings. A cot sitting atop a cot, a worn though still pretty dresser next to it. Milk crates sitting upon the ground, their bottoms to the sky, to offer seats to weary travelers. A pen full of chickens, the community not only surviving in the shocking situation, but thriving. Even WITH a zombie chicken resting in the middle of their pen, like some obscene god to be prayed and bowed to.
Le Bord de Dieu stands in the middle of her dilapidated warehouse.
How long since she had stepped foot in this building? It had been her home when she did not have one. She had been wandering through the Maine rain, a downpour on a dreary January day, wearing nothing but a tattered and ripped cloak that she had gotten from a shelter. She had captured two chickens, lost when a truck had lost its cargo, and taken them to the forgotten building she had found for some sort of shelter. She had bashed the head of one, cooked it over a fire, and made the other watch. Was that second chicken still alive after all these months? Was it the queen of its domain, as she was? Or did it whither and die, as she might very well have, if it were not for Redmaine?
Bordy hugs herself as a sudden chill runs up her spine. She wears one of the dresses to which all have become accustomed since she took up the mantle of her late husband, a brown full-body affair with skirts to the ground and a neck that went to her chin, only the skin of her face showing. Hundreds of small slashes of green ran up and down the arms of the dress, representing the matching scars on her skin, the series of jagged and neat slivers. A small tinkling sound finds her ears, her large earrings featuring tiny bells clinking together as she shivers, the sound of which is joined by the dull scraping of the lock and chain rubbing together on her chest, the talisman for her ascension as the Champion of Chaos all those months ago.
The clacking of heels on the bare cement floor make her turn around and see her guest, the sender of the text message that brought her here. A woman dressed in a garishly loud dress of red and black silks with sparkles of diamond dust, the neck cut far too low to expose a modest pale bosom, with bright white hair pulled into what was no doubt going to be an elaborate braid. A black veil hung in front of her face, the see-thru mesh clipped into place in her hair and falling to her chin, but it did little to obscure the two dots of red which had become famous. The distinct CLICK! which accompanied the clack of stiletto heels told Bordy that her guest had likely had a rough couple of days physically and needed the support of a certain pigeon-tipped cane. The woman stops a good distance away from her, skirts settling as she places both hands on the top of her cane and placed it before her.
“Step-Mumsie.”
Sarah Grey-Lacklan’s Londoner accent had always bothered Ava. Her father, Il est ressuscité, had been born and raised in Maine, though a Cajun mother had gifted him a small French accent to some of his letters, and Sarah had never known her English mother. The girl had always been desperate for a mother, and had taught herself to use what she believed to be her mother’s accent, and had been doing it for so long that everyone assumed it was natural. Only the Good Lord could say what the girl sounded like naturally!
”Ma fille.”
Ava specifically left out the “step” in the term. She WAS her mother, whether or not the girl liked it. She had married her father, Il est ressuscité, and had planned on being there for the girl as she turned from teenager to adult. But-
“Congratulations are in order, I assume.”
The remark caught Ava by surprise, and she gave a small nod of her head.
“Congratulations are winning your championship back. Given the nature of it...Daddy would be proud.”
Another surprise. In his final run, Jean-Paul Lacklan, Il est ressuscité, had carried a title much like her own in a company in Texas, and much of her inspiration for how she carried herself as the Champion of Chaos had come from how he treated his “no holds barred” championship on his own shoulders. Still…
“You want something.”
An involuntary shake of the pale fingers on the head of the cane told Ava that she was right. There was no love lost between the two women, after all. They had played a game of one-upmanship, one which had stakes and lengths that most would blanch at even the thought off. In order to protect her place and her trust fund, Sarah had had Ava committed. Ava’s return stroke years later had been to set in motion the series of events which would lead to Sarah being in a wheelchair for part of the year.
“Visitation rights.”
Ava cocked one of her eyebrows in clear confusion.
“You are living in my home, Ava. MY home. Where I grew up. And I demand services as an adult, and the heir of the Lacklan name, which I do not currently possess.”
It never ceased to amaze Ava about just how adaptable the young Sarah was. She was the sweet daughter to her father, Il est ressuscité, and the vlogger to her “Fang Gang” fanbase. She could speak severely and eloquently when with her, yet also be adept at using odd shorthand words with her friends. Sarah had learned well the lessons of manipulation from her father, Il est ressuscité, who had been a master at the game. From what she had been able to glean, she had tricked numerous older women into letting their guard down so that Sarah could learn from them, and then turned on them when the moment was right. She supposed all of the “Auntie Eden” nonsense was simply her latest version of this tactic.
Should she warn Eden?
“Is this about money, daughter? Really? Do you not own enough shoes, as it is?”
Sarah’s consumption of clothes and delicacies was well-known...though Ava also knew that much of her attitude was as much her manipulation of those around her as any of her other antics. Still, she was surprised when the veiled woman shook her head.
“No. It is about the manor. I require its use.”
She took a few steps toward her and, reaching into the folds of her dress, pulled out a folded piece of paper. When getting close enough to Ava, she holds on the paper and hands it to her. Ava unfolds the paper, noting the tightly-scrawled script of words written in red ink, nearly covering the entirety of it from top to bottom. Ava couldn’t help but smirk as she looks at the words, and not for the first time, wondered if Sarah even realized that her natural handwriting was the universally hated “Comic Sans.”
“A contract. I want use of the manor for holidays and family gatherings, as I see fit. I want all of my friends to come together for a Halloween party, as much to help me mentally prepare for my match against Vain as anything else-”
Ava smirks again. She did not know the details, and no one did as far as she knew, but Sarah had weaseled her way into a UGWC World Title opportunity.. Her father, Il est ressuscité, would be proud.
“-as well as Christmas. I very much enjoyed Christmas last year, with proper snow as opposed to the ghastly heat of Los Angeles. Thanksgiving is still debatable, at this time.”
Ava looks over the contract and sees what is on the bottom.
“‘...in exchange for services much in the importance of the Mistress of the Manor…’”
She looks up at Sarah.
“And what do you think I want?”
It is Sarah’s turn to smirk, apparently.
“I will teach my wife what it means to be a Lacklan.”
She looks away for a moment, her gaze taking in the pen of chickens and Ava’s old “bedroom” in turn before coming back to rest on her.
“Lately, Kenzi has been very vocal in her disdain for things she considers ‘cheating’ or not following ‘rules.’ But we both know that this sport is about far more than just playing ‘fair.’ Acquiesce to my request, which you will notice includes lifting the ban you placed on her, and I will get her to understand that taking my name is more than just a hyphen. She is a Duchess of the House of Lacklan, and I will make sure she respects that.”
Ava looks at Sarah for a long moment, weighing and judging. She looks back down at the contract and reads the words again. Months ago, she set herself the task of bringing her husband’s family together, Il est ressuscité. That meant bringing both Sarah and Kenzi, as well as Angie, though the woman in front of her still did not know that. Why had Angie kept it hidden for so long? Why was she hiding it? Could she use that as leverage over the woman? Ava had put Sarah on a tight budget, only allowing her enough money from the estate to be comfortable but still having to work to get the things she wanted, and she had seen good results from the tactic. But this? It would make things FAR easier.
“Nous avons un accord.”
She refolded the letter and placed it into a fold of her own dress.
“Is there anything else?”
Sarah doesn’t answer right away, the silence between the two growing heavy.
“You look good.”
For a third time, Ava is taken aback by the honesty. Indeed, Ava was well-rested and healthy, far moreso than she was several months ago.. In fact, her good health, both mentally and physically, had no doubt played a large part in her taking her Chaos Championship back from Travis Pierce on Monday.
“You look terrible.”
She did not mean any will meaning, just the truth. Even through the veil, she could see deep lines under Sarah’s eyes, as well as her cheekbones pointing out a touch too much, even for her. She was clearly not sleeping or eating well lately. Why?
“I’m allowed to.”
Ava finds herself raising her eyebrow in confusion again.
“And why is that, daughter?”
Sarah doesn’t answer again. The silence grows thick, as if it was weighing down on them, suffocating them.
“I can’t have children.”
Sarah told her. She clearly was hesitant, her words coming broken at first, but then they came in a flood that threatened to drown them both. Sarah had been in a lot of pain, but it was in a different place than her legs. This was deeper. Within her. Her last physical led to tests to explain. Cysts. The potential for cancer.
“Just like...”
Pierce. Sarah’s birth mother.
Through the mesh veil, the light of the warehouse caught and reflected itself in the tear which made it’s way down Sarah’s cheek.
Ava didn’t think.
She reacted.
She lunged forward and embraced her daughter, pulling her head to rest on her chest. Sarah stiffened. And then softened.
It was with a mixture of sadness and joy that she felt Sarah’s tears begin to soak through her dress.
Par pitié
Is anyone shocked?
Is anyone surprised?
Did anyone stare at their television sets at home, or perhaps monitors in the back, and have their jaws fall to the floor, as I forced Pierce to tap out or else find the sweet sleep of God?
If so...I pity you.
Indeed, I find pity for you. I am not a fan of that word and concept. The Path of the Light Church demands consent, demands that you understand what God wishes, and we have little care nor need for those who would find themselves weeping at the side of the road, shocked and broken at the damage caused by the Light. We do not usually find pity for them, do not find pity for those who refused the solace of God when it was offered. Let them burn! Let them fall! Let them weep and gnash their teeth as they wail pathetically before the might and wrath of His vision!
But you!
YOU!
I find pity for Travis Pierce.
I find pity for Kem Dynamo.
Time and again, I have told you two to change. To grow. To be more than you have been, to be more than the meager aspirations of mediocrity that you two embody. Aspire to be a champion! Aspire to be a legend! Aspire to be what God wishes you to be!
But no! Both of you ignore what MUST be done. Both of you spit in the face of our Creator and leap into the river of sin and shame with your clothes shed, wallowing in the muck and grime of losers and infidels. The two of you refused to heed my warnings of what would happen should you not change, should you not grow, should you not dispense with your usual tactics of inadequacy and failure.
I told you, Mister Pierce, that if you gave me your usual brand of inane name dropping and holding onto the dreams of yesterday, that you would lose your hold of my championship title. I told you that if you did nothing but regale us with those who came before instead of focusing on the refreshed and focused Queen of Red, that you would find the sweet sleep of God. And just as with the words of Isaiah and Jeremiah, my words were prophecy and into His sleep you found yourself.
I am the Champion of Chaos.
And I have my crown again.
Understanding the past is important, dear Sir. Just as we must understand the Old Testament in order to grasp the full weight of the New Testament and prepare the world for Revelations, it is important to understand the history of this sport in order to use today to change the future. But, just as with the Jews, there is a difference between understanding the past and living in it. The people of God live in the past, ignoring the now and the importance of the future. YOU live in the past, live in yesterday’s hopes, at the cost of losing yourself today, and with no eye for what lies ahead. And it is because of your continued insistence on this path, of allowing yourself to be a laughingstock today by all but the Betrayer of Hope, that I find pity for you.
I pity you for your pathetic flailing, Mister Pierce.
But much can be said the same for you, Miss Dynamo.
For months now, I have been telling you to grow. To adapt. To be more than just some simpering toddler who whines and cries for attention and validates herself with pyrrhic victories, half-truths, and weak lies. But, like Pierce’s reliance on standing atop the shoulders of men who have long since left this company, you find yourself going again and again to the same series of lies. To the same protests about being held down by those above you; to protests about being bullied; to protests about being the hero who will shine in the dark, who will shine through.
Get behind me, Satan.
You are not the hero in this world, Dynamo. A hero overcomes. A hero stays true. A hero never wavers from their path or compromises their convictions. But you have allowed yourself to be swayed by popular opinion on many occasions, to change what you say and feel in order to find that acceptance you so long for and seek. Like the grand Deceiver, you will speak with a forked tongue and tear down those who would stand for themselves, all so that you may receive the lauding and applause of those you count as idols.
“Body positivity!” is one of your cries.
Where was the message of be positive about your body, and to not belittle others for theirs, when you were mocking Izzy Van Doren for having a small bust?
It is all fun and games, is it not, Miss Dynamo? When you can call someone down for their body? When you can, spurred on by the exhilaration from the cheers of your friends, throw someone’s name into the mud over the condition of their body? Oh, how it must have made you feel. To be loved! To be cheered! To be accepted!
And all you had to do was compromise your integrity.
Again.
You are a failure, Miss Dynamo, just as I said two weeks ago. You fly around the world in order to lay down for superior warriors, with the lone exception of Portland, where the squeaky wheel gets the grease. You run into opposition wherever you go, both in person and through social media, by those who see you for the lying agent of the Enemy that you are. Cry all you want about being bullied all you wish, but the ultimate truth is that your words and actions have shown the world who you are:
A failure.
I stay true to my words. I stay true to my path. I grow, evolve, and adapt. I stay true to the Path of the Light Church. And it is because of my uncompromising pursuit of truth and the betterment of this business, all in the name, vision, and glory of God, that these statements hold none of the deception and falsehoods which you employ:
I have earned the respect of my peers within the UGWC...which you have not.
I have found friendship within the UGWC...which you have not.
I have become a champion within UGWC...which you have not.
And on Monday, I will win a Cooperative match with Konrad Raab...which you could not.
However, I would hate for you to head into Battleground with nothing but dejection and failure filling your heart. Thus, I give you this. I give you something to hold close. I give you something to wish upon the star in the sky you so dream of being.
May your constantly shifting morals find solace in this dreamscape.
Sorting out money business.
Chicago, Illinois. Sunday 7th October (Off camera)
Since Konrad paid for most of the money, the landlord allowed Mattia to go back to his apartment to deal with the rest of the money they owed. It wasn’t any longer in the thousand range of money, although it was likely to come back up with what Mattia had left to pay for, especially Konrad spent all the time yesterday, finding a bank to open up a new account for Mattia because he was unable to do it by himself. It was a small apartment, more like a bedsit place where everything was in one room which was suited for Mattia because he was all alone.
Konrad and Mattia sit in the kitchen, barely just able to fit in a table and chairs in there as they all went through the bills he had, double checking he didn’t have any more money to pay regarding other bills. The rent was sorted, that’s no longer an issue, but there are other bills still left to be paid regarding gas and electric bill. There was one particular bill there that they completely missed out.
Mattia Moretti: “Damn it, I forgot about water and internet bill I owe.”
Konrad Raab: “Let me look at them please.”
Mattia passed information to Konrad as he reads them out carefully and then he stood there with a shock on his face on how much he actually has to pay for. Of course, he noticed he had a laptop and wifi unit, but didn’t know he was owed money to them as Konrad shook his head, being disappointed with Mattia.
Konrad Raab: “You should’ve told me about paying for the water and internet bill. I also see you need to pay for the cable too.”
Mattia Moretti: “I know and I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it all. I’m struggling enough as it is. I need help fast.”
Konrad Raab: “That’s why you always have me here because of things like this. It’s such a shame yo……………”
Mattia Moretti: “No please, don’t tell my parents. They go crazy if they find out I can’t handle situations on my own.
Konrad Raab: “I may have no choice, Mattia. I know you’re scared of your parents telling you off, but I know they’d wouldn’t want to see you in the streets, being homeless or you being put in jail. They may not understand you were scammed for money because as you said, they don’t have things like that in Italy.”
It scared Mattia that Konrad would have to tell Mattia’s parents and nearly did if he was thrown out in the streets and practically lost everything, even his job as well because he wasn’t focused at what he’s doing, but at least they got the bank problem sorted, even Konrad forking out a bit of money to have food and drink for Mattia to have during the week and he says this, being in tears.
Mattia Moretti: “I’m so sorry. I wish I was able to be independent without you keeping a check on me with money.”
Konrad Raab: “No, you couldn’t have known this would happen to you on top of not experiencing anything like you did in Italy because you didn’t have problems like this there.”
Mattia Moretti: “What should I do with this money I owe the gas, electric, water, net and cable bills?”
Konrad Raab: “I’ll have to find a way to win my next few matches in UGWC, that’s what I’m going to do for you. When I win, I can pay you the money that’s owed to those companies. Of course, I will only pay for one of those options now which is water because you need that to live.”
What still scared Mattia was that Konrad telling his parents about the situation which was the last thing even Konrad wanted to do, but if Mattia was struggling bad, he may need assistance from his family, even maybe his brother or sister could help him as he has an idea and says this.
Mattia Moretti: “What about if I find somewhere to work, then my parents won’t know once I get the money paid off.”
Konrad Raab: “It will take you time to get the money, even if you did find one tomorrow and got accepted in two weeks, this needs to be sorted out right now and the only way I can do that is by winning one match in UGWC and we’ll clear everything that’s set for you.”
Mattia Moretti: “I’m still going to search for a job because I need one right now so I don’t have to rely on you for money all the time.”
Konrad Raab: “Get the local newspaper and see if there are jobs you want to do or even go and ask in shops if they got any jobs for you to do. They are always willing to take people like yourself on and lead yourself to get a job. I’m glad you’re smart enough and very sensible to want to have a job.”
It wasn’t like Germany where everything was closed on a Sunday, there’s still a chance for them to go out and get a local newspaper which is exactly what they do right now as they place the bills to be left on the table as Konrad says this.
Konrad Raab: “Come on, let's get your shoes on and go to the newsagents to get you a local paper filled with jobs.”
Mattia Moretti: “Huh, shops open on Sundays?”
Konrad Raab: “In America yes. Don’t you ever go out on Sundays?”
Mattia Moretti: “No.”
Konrad Raab: “Now you know you can. Let's go, put your shoes and coat on. I’m coming with you, don’t worry.”
Mattia does quite quickly before he leaves his home with Konrad to head off to the newsagents to find a local newspaper that advertises jobs. It wasn’t far for them to walk at all as it was around the corner from Mattia’s house and he sees exactly what Konrad means when things are open on Sundays with many people going in and out of shops with carrier bags.
Konrad Raab: “You learn something new every day. See, it’s not too bad to go out on a Sunday and get things, although I know you don’t have money for a paper, I’ll pay for it.”
Mattia Moretti: “Thank you, I really want to get a job so I don’t have to ask for money from you.”
Konrad Raab: “I rather have you do that than being out in the streets, you did the right thing, coming up to me with your money problems.”
Mattia Moretti: “I didn’t know who else to turn to. Let's get this paper and head home.”
Although there were many local papers, Konrad got every single one that was available as it would help Mattia in the meantime to look for jobs that are suited for him. He gets money out of his pocket to pay for the four newspapers he has and takes them to Mattia’s home as Mattia opens the door to allow himself and Konrad in the home and walk upstairs together to go in the home and for Mattia to look through all four local newspapers to find a job he wanted or he was qualified to do.
Konrad on the other hand had to write down on paper what Mattia needed paying off and how much to remind him what to do when he gets home to keep it on note for himself, and even for Mattia as he brought sticky notes with him to write things down and stick it on a notice board he had in the living room as he speaks.
Konrad Raab: “See here, these are notes for you to look at every day, knowing how much you owe and you’d be lucky to find a job within the time frame of paying for the bills you owe including gas and electric bills too.”
Mattia Moretti: “Thank you. I’m having some luck finding jobs, even I’m qualified for. Have you got to do anything?”
Konrad Raab: “I got to go to the gym for a couple of hours to prepare for my match against Eden Morgan and Lucy Wylde. I’ll see you later and good luck with the job hunting. I let you take care of things from here for two hours.”
Mattia Moretti: “Alright, see you later.”
Konrad left the door, leaving Mattia thinking he wished that he had the talent to be a sports star of playing soccer mostly than doing normal jobs of working in shops or even to fix cars in a garage as he was qualified to do that job on top of working in car or bike shops to sell bikes and cars. He could only wish for Konrad to win so he can get the rest of the money paid off sooner than later.
Need to win this match more than ever youtube.com shoot.
“I really do because I’ve not won matches for a bit, but it doesn’t mean I’ve not improved my skills because I have and I aim to do something a lot better than last week, I can tell you that right now. I’m not a fan of the Battlegrounds match from what I’ve seen to be honest because I dislike it’s purpose to hurt people, while I understand of being in a violent sport, but I prefer to wrestle, hoping to outwrestle them without merely hurting my opponents and taking shortcuts, however I will still compete in the match due to the opportunity in front of me and I’m willing to take it and do the best I can in an environment I’m not comfortable wrestling in, but I thank Donavan for the opportunity of proving to the world I can win by overcoming the odds.
It’s suited for my tag partner who’s currently the Chaos champion and from the discussion we had yesterday, Bordy is someone that’s a good person, despite the things she’s said about me and I discovered that in person. I respect her more than anything on willing to understand my views and opinions about how I wrestle and approach matches like I do. We saw her defeating one of our opponents Travis Pearce last week for the Chaos title and quite frankly, she deserves it. Heck, she even came down to watch me wrestle last night in another company which wasn’t something I was expecting by a long shot, but still was nice for her to watch me wrestle as well as my family since it was my birthday on Saturday.
While I respect the talent Travis has since he was the Chaos champion after all, but do you need to go on about your past achievements of what you’ve done in UGWC? It’s all in the record books of what you done and you repeat yourself consistently every week. Why is it you can’t really focus on what you’ll do currently. Why repeat the same thing you say every week? Nobody cares about my past wins and losses before Wrestlestock. I respect you as an in ring performer, but you need to stop bragging about title wins and who did what.
I don’t care what I’ve done in the past, but you need to stop being arrogant and focus on what you’ve achieved currently and I know for sure Brody wants to tackle you in the ring. I just don’t appreciate wrestlers bragging who they lost to and how you’ve beaten them because we know Travis, don’t need to go on and on about. I hope you’ll get your head together now you’ve lost the Chaos title and you won’t see me go for the belt anytime soon because I’ve stated earlier as to why.
Kem is somebody I will not disrespect by any means. Why should I disrespect a Kem who’s doing her best of being a great wrestler she knows herself would be? I have no reason to trash her at all as i’ve got too much respect for her, especially when I was the one who told her to focus and not worry about the size comments she gets from wrestlers which is disgusting because looks doesn’t mean a damn thing in this sport.
I won’t repeat what I said last week because I care about what wrestlers do in the ring and she’s achieved a lot, even winning a battle royal. I know she has what it takes to be a champion someday. I know we’re in agreement that we’d wrestle each other to see who outlasts the other wrestler for the win fairly and competitively as I have no problem shaking your hand before and after the match.
However because I have a champion on my team, it seems highly likely me and Brody are going to win the match because we’re confident and it so happens despite differences of opinions of the styles of wrestling we have, we can get along and work together as a team and that’s where the factor comes in as tomorrow night, me and Brody are going to overcome you both and more than likely with Brody going to pin Travis for the three count to prevent Travis winning with our hands raised as winners of the cooperation match. Good luck and see you both out there.”
Okay, lets be honest here: Doing an outreach program calling the Church of Latter-day Saints “devils” was PROBABLY not the BEST way to go about getting the word out for the Path of the Light Church. Regardless of how Elaine Martin, long-time high priestess of the “Lacklanland” chapter of the Baptist church, considered the Mormons to be a cult because “their Jesus is not THE Jesus,” the reality is that the Mormons are, in general, the NICEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. And because of that, there was little public welcome for Aveline Lacklan’s pitch of “repent or burn,” because the recipients of their message would simply smile and tell them to have a blessed day. As you can imagine, there was not much in the way of conversion going on in Utah over the weekend.
Though, many of the Mormons DID find interest in how The Path of the Light Church regarded their late founder as a man who had basically become God, but that’s a little too deep into the Book, if you ask this narrator.
And while Saturday was filled with...interesting...interactions between members of the respective churches, Sunday was all about teamwork and the UGWC. Salt Lake City’s EnergySolution’s Arena was playing host to Supreme Championship Wrestling’s big “Under Attack!” event, and with Konrad Raab facing Cassidy Carter later in the evening, there would never be a more appropriate time for Bordy and Raab to meet, speak strategy for their upcoming Cooperation match with Dynamo and Pierce, as well as feel one another out for the Battleground match looming in the distance.
Richard Vaughn: She comes! She comes! All hail the Queen of Red!
The pompously dressed man, who those who pay attention will know as the father (sorta?) of a certain leggy blonde of legend, cries out into the SCW lockerroom. Men and women who have only a faint idea of who the UGWC is, and ZERO idea who Le Bord de Dieu is, raise eyebrows and exchange confused looks with their comrades and peers. Their reaction is tenfold as the doors to the lockerroom burst open and, with a regalia left behind centuries ago, a woman in a brilliant blue dress with dozens and dozens of tiny slashes of yellow on her sleeves walks into the room, a hulking beast of a man in a mask behind her. The woman ignores everyone as she walks directly to one of the wrestlers warming up.
Le Bord de Dieu: How prepared are you, Mister Raab?
Bordy’s French accent is full of its usual nasal sounds, an accent which many find to be arrogant by default. Though of average height, her straight back and frosty demeanor make her seem the largest person in the room.
Konrad Raab: “As prepared as I can be for our match tomorrow night or will be after this match I have tonight.”
Bordy listens to Raab, her emerald eyes open wide and clearly absorbing everything he has to say, as well as taking note of his body language.
Le Bord de Dieu: You should be well warned, sir. On Monday, we fight two people who have every reason in all of God’s world to wish to earn some type of victory over me. While Dynamo has been to pull some good feelings for herself when we faced off in a multiperson match with Eden, that has all been erased by her continued losses when I am in the ring. And if the tremor in her voice when she spoke to me last week are an indication, she is likely emotionally compromised. Also, Pierce will be one week removed from having his title ripped away by the TRUE Champion of Chaos. He will be looking to get some kind of shine back upon himself, even if it is just for his ego.
Konrad Raab: “I’m aware you defeated Pierce for the title which I congratulate you on by the way, but I need this win just as much as you do for reasons I can’t state. You know how much I want to win the tag match tomorrow night and within the rules, I will do anything it takes to get the win with you as well.”
Le Bord de Dieu: Also...this is not just about this match. This is also about Battleground. All four of us have been in the ring with one another at least once, but next week will be different. Next week...it will be for EVERYTHING. The opportunity to choose your destiny at Horizons. The chaos should be...wonderful. And Monday allows us to feel them out, to test them, to TASTE them. It would be folly for us to lose sight of that opportunity. Win, of course. But take in information, as well.
Konrad Raab: “I admit Elimination Chambers aren’t exactly the sort of matches I like being in, but if it means me earning the opportunity to get a chance to be an UGWC title contender, I will wrestle inside of the chamber to do everything it takes to win, even for the tag match as well.”
Bordy looks around the lockeroom, noticing those who are still looking at the pair, and turns back to her Cooperation partner.
Le Bord de Dieu: You are tired, Raab. I can see it. I can feel it. You are much like my daughters, a man traveling around the world to fight. I take it you love this sport? That it is in your blood? That it is in your soul?
Konrad Raab: “Yes, I’m passionate about this sport as I bust my ass in the gym almost every single day to get better and improve on myself. My passion for wrestling and to win actually is the reason why I’m fighting Cassidy tonight. I’ll likely never go for the Chaos title because I’d be the worst champion as I don’t like using weapons to win matches and I’m all about winning matches with pinfalls and submissions always without cheating. I’m trying to not feel bothered about wins and losses which is difficult, but I’ve not let that affect me and I won’t.”
Bordy nods, taking in everything.
Le Bord de Dieu: I cannot say the same for the company you are fighting in tonight, or for any others you have found yourself in, but the UGWC is a merciless place. Victories are hard fought. Loses mount. You yourself, a decorated champion, are on a losing streak that would demoralize a weaker man. But that ends this Monday, sir. Because by the providence granted by God, you have paired with His Champion of Chaos, and you WILL find yourself victorious this Monday.
Konrad Raab: “Trust me, I will be focused to defeat Kem and Travis tomorrow night as a team I’m sure we’ll work extra hard to bust our ass to get the win we need. I do realize losses happen, but I’m not giving up to get a win for us and will pin one of my opponents for the three count fair and square and I know Travis will try to stop us with you being champion, but you’ve proven you can beat him and you can do it again.”
Bordy smiles as at Raab with delight in her eyes.
Le Bord de Dieu: Again and again, if I must.
A bell sounds throughout the lockeroom. The event is about to begin. Bordy gives Raab a small nod of her head and leaves the room of confused wrestlers with her entourage in tow, ready to find her place and watch Raab vs. Cassidy from the stands.
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