Post by LACKLAN on Dec 1, 2018 18:09:21 GMT -5
Aveline Lacklan snarled.
Across the rubber grass she ran, her cleats digging in deep as she nearly leaped from her toes, in pursuit of the woman in blue. She wove her arm in a grand motion, first left and then right, “swimming” past the woman with “Anderson” written on her uniform, who was trying to hold her back. But the Champion of Chaos would not be denied, not in any venue, no in any sport, and all for the grace of God. Down the woman went, to be stepped on for all she cared, and back into her determined chase she dived. She closed in on the woman holding the ball, the woman whose eyes were looking out into the field for open receivers. Bordy had learned that her name was Djurdjevic on the plane ride from Bangor to Buffalo, and she had studied her movements on tape during her layover.
Which was how she sacked her.
Bordy growled as she finally got to Djurdjevic after nearly an entire game of failure. This was one of her better games of the season, with this her fourth tackle, and third behind the line, but it did little to erase the frustration of a disappointing second year in the league. She had initially been pleased when the demon woman, Melissa something or another, had left after first a break up with Ashley Marie Chase and then a very public fight with Roxy Cotton, but the lack of her presence had been a significant detriment for her own performance. As much as she detested the lesbian tart and would be laughing as she burned in the Lake of Fire someday, the woman had been good at opening holes in the offensive line that allowed Bordy to be a dominant linewoman the prior season, where her thirteen sacks had earned her a Pro Bowl honor. But without her, this season had been a different story.
As she closed in on Djurdjevic, she could see faces around her which send her thoughts swirling and flying.
Sarah Grey-Lacklan, her step-daughter, the only member of her dear husband’s bloodline known to the world, sat in the stands in her cheerleading uniform with a dour expression on her face. This had NOT been a good game to cheer for, after all. There were only a few minutes left, and while it had technically been a close game, the Hit Girls had not given any of their fans watching on CoolTube much to be happy about. Strong performances by their running back, Amira, and their quarterback, Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, had been ruined by an untimely facemask by Ashley which had taken them out of field goal range, as well as multiple false starts by the gargantuan Bobbi London. As a result, they were going to be shut out 13-0, despite a strong defensive performance by herself and Amira. She doubted her petulant step-daughter had even bothered to stand up the entire second half.
She could see Angelica Vaughn by the sidelines, easily chasing down a receiver with her long strides. A mixture of conflicted emotions filled Bordy as she saw the blonde go by, especially as she saw Sarah smile and wave at her. Very few knew of Angie’s progeny, knew that Mary Vaughn was once Mary Hightower, knew that God had given her a gift greater than he gave even saints. He had given her the love and blood of her husband, and while she had hidden it for reasons which Bordy could not outright blame her, the time was coming quickly for the truth to be known. She WOULD bring her husband’s family together. She WOULD unite House Lacklan. She WOULD ensure that her husband’s line continued. And if that meant beating both of them, both Angie and Sarah, into submission, so be it.
The CRUNCH of her body connecting with the unsuspecting Djurdjevic was both loud and pleasing. Part of why she had been so successful that first season in the LFL was because she played the game in the same manner she wrestled. Vicious. Tough. Ordered chaos. In a sport filled with whores shaming themselves in the eye of God by wearing next to nothing, she was one of but a small handful who insisted on a uniform of at least some modesty, and because of that, many did not take her seriously. Many thought her a prude and thus beneath notice. But, just as in the wrestling world, they were caught by surprise and defeated. And just like so many others she competed against, the woman clutching the football went down under her strength and power.
How many wrestlers had fallen to her since she returned in January? How many people had, like all these woman, doubted her, looked past her, underestimated her, and fallen because of it? How many had been forced to face the truth of the Path of the Light? Those people would be shocked to learn that, out of the entire UGWC roster, the only people who had not faced her in competition and walked away with a loss at some point were Lucy Wylde and Kenzi Grey. Every single other person, at some point the marathon slog of the weekly shows, had been defeated by her, whether it be in singles, multiperson, or cooperative scenarios. Such was the legacy of the Lacklans.
The crowd within the arena let out a great cry has she crushed the woman underneath her. Bordy was not a large woman in any way, and had certainly never picked up on husband’s love for bodybuilding, but Djurdjevic was one of those interviewers who spent more time taking pictures of herself on a treadmill than being active, and thus she had little chance of surviving this hit. Of course, with this opportunity, Bordy had not intention OF letting her survive. Blown whistles and thrown flags of yellow told the truth of what had happened:
Intentional helmet-to-helmet.
Bordy giggled as a referee admonished her.
She laughed as women in blue gathered around their fallen leader.
She cackled as her OWN leader got in her face.
Kenzi Grey-Lacklan was livid. The dark woman was shorter than her, and nearly shorter than any other person she had ever met in her life, a perfect fit for her diminutive step-daughter. Kenzi was going on and on about fair play and sportsmanship. About how what Bordy had done was not okay. About how that was unnecessary to do in a game which had already been decided. About how that was not RIGHT.
What did Kenzi know about what was right and what was wrong? She had rarely shown any such care in her own actions. Oh, she was a wonder to TALK about what was right or wrong. She was a wonder to make it SEEM that she cared about such things as honor or what was fair. But she also never shied away from the paycheck or opportunities which came from people close to her being “unfair.”
Did she abdicate her Queen City tag championships when Roxy cheated to win matches?
No.
Did she abdicate her UGWC Cooperative championships when Sarah cheated to win matches?
No.
Did she do ANYTHING to ACTUALLY show she cared about how she achieved her victories other than TALKING about it?
No.
Her quarterback was a constant source of frustration for her. She tried SO HARD to love her, to give her what she needed, and it never seemed to work out. The self-absorbed child often pushed away her own wonderful mother, Sidney, who had, as far as Bordy could tell, never made a SINGLE mistake in her child-rearing, and it bothered her every day. Sidney was beautiful and a rock of strength, always being there at Church when she was supposed to, always supporting Bordy and the Lacklanland way of life, and she SHOULD have been someone that Kenzi could look up to an aspire to be, but the wretched little girl fought what was right. And so Bordy tried to assist Sidney with that endeavor, but the vicious sin of Kenzi seemed to be too much for even the two of them combined.
She had done much to try to get Kenzi to let go of the false pretense of her words and embrace the realities of her actions. She had goaded her into the match on Chill, delighting in the rage she was able to elicit from the girl, and had even inspired her enough to defeat her. She had worked with her step-daughter in a plan to get Kenzi to understand and embrace what being a Lacklan meant insofar as to how to go about the business of wrestling, that victory was demanded at any cost. She had been a pillar of Light for Kenzi to admire and pattern herself after as the Champion of Chaos, the most prestigious and deserved of champions within the UGWC. She had even stayed on her LFL team to be a constant reminder within a world of what WAS of what COULD and SHOULD be.
Bordy’s mind drifts to a conversation she had had with Nikita Dolore the morning before as she allows Kenzi’s nonsense about “fair” and “sportsmanship” wash over her and be forgotten. While much of the last week had been occupied by Nikita Dolore getting caught up in what had happened in the world over the last year and a half, nothing had quite perplexed the woman as much as the Lingerie Football League. Bordy was a bit of a recluse, but she had NOTHING on the Canadian, who lived in a cabin atop a mountain in one of the most obscure and hard to get to locations in Quebec, and even the thought of woman playing football in arenas across the country baffled her. While she had not yet explained why she had shown up on Thanksgiving the week prior, she had been ravenous for information on herself, Sarah, and her friends, and this particular aspect to Bordy’s overall plan intrigued her to now end.
“Oh, THIS I have to see!” she had said when she had heard about the uniforms. Bordy’s own uniform covered up most of her skin, but most of those around her fell into line with the demands of, what Roxy had once defined as their "fedora-wearing, M’Lady-spouting, neckbeard" audience, and Nikita seemed giddy beyond belief to see so many gender-equality warriors dress to the whims of lonely single men. Nikita herself had been at the forefront of women being taken seriously in professional wrestling, had fought men twice and three times her size to capture her championships and pave her way into two halls of fame, and seeing so many of her successors throw off the lessons she taught seemed to be as entertaining as embarrassing for her. And while Nikita’s question of why Bordy would lower herself to be on a team was answered by a lengthy sermon on how Bordy planned to both destroy the company from within AND draw Kenzi to her at the same time, her counterpart seemed unconvinced.
Which wrinkled Bordy to no end.
Nikita was as much older than Bordy as she was of her step-daughters, and even though SHE was the Queen of Red and had NOTHING to prove to the Marchioness, her words and attitude still bothered her. Nikita had been less than pleased with some of the stories Bordy had told her of what had transpired over the last year. The “got you back!” play of Bordy to Sarah that had ultimately led to the girl’s career being jeopardized. The fights with Kenzi. The fights with Angie. How Bordy had manipulated her way into so many aspects of their life, from “Dear Bordy” on CircleTV to freezing their bank accounts and only allowing them small stipends. But she had been FURIOUS at how Bordy had seized their yacht.
“What do you MEAN that they are HOMELESS?!”
Homeless was a strong word, after all. They could always return home to the compound in Maine, after all. Instead, they stubbornly did things like stayed in an expensive hotel in Beverly Hills that drained their finances every week, as well as staying at a string of cheap motels as they traveled. And while her deal with Sarah had allowed them all to use the manor for holidays, that left little concern for their day-to-day lives. And so Nikita had insisted...INSISTED...that she return the boat back to them, even though it had a wonderful use teaching children the story of Jonah and the whale. Even though she was the Mistress of the Manor, Bordy eventually relented and contacted Kenzi with her decision, which included a very strict rule or two about how the boat was to maintained.
Bordy’s sees Roxy stumble by as Kenzi continues to preach her “goody two-shoes” nonsense at her. Bordy liked Roxy, at least for the most part. Roxy’s gait gave evidence to the smell in the lockeroom at halftime, that of a pungent alcohol, as she was clearly inebriated. Bordy herself NEVER drank, but she could not blame Roxy for deciding that her after-game drinks might as well start in the middle of this game. They were far removed from playoff contention and every game at this stage was simply for improving themselves for the following season, after all.
While she generally liked Roxy personally, possibly because she seemed to be the one friend of her daughters who was NOT one of those disgusting lesbians, she was not sure how to think about her professionally. Roxy was a champion in Ladies All-Star when Bordy had first come around, and while she had also been able to find success alongside her best friend Milisandre, and a tiny bit with Angie, as well, here success in UGWC had been limited. She would never understand that odd association she had had with the Harvester, but with him seemingly dead and buried, that relationship was done with. Which was a positive thing for everyone involved, particularly that nice gentleman she was engaged to.
But where had that left Roxy? She had failed in her attempt at becoming the Chaos Champion, which, to Bordy’s mind, was a moot idea, anyway. If Bordy had held the title at the time, she would have lost to her, too, after all. While everyone in that company had found moments of success against one another, the only way to defeat Bordy for her title was with extreme emotion and concern, as the Harvester had shown on his second attempt. Everyone else had failed. She had defeated Mizore and ripped away the title from Ingalls. She had defeated the Harvester the first time. She had defeated Pierce. And she would be the last person standing at Horizons. And while that likely included defeating Roxy at some point during the match, it would not be the first time.
The words of Kenzi finally come to an end as they set for their next play. Time was running short and the line in front of them was showing run. Their opponents were likely wanting to run out the clock and take their hard-fought victory, and there was nothing the Hit Girls could do to stop them, but still they prepare to hit hard and try to talk the ball back. Because that is what you did in sports. You always fought to win.
Bordy settles into her stance and she can feel Roxy and Kenzi closing in behind her, prepared to chase after whoever ended up with the ball on this play. They were her teammates here, but they were also teammates in other parts of life. The two had had much success together, both in tag team competitions and in special group events, but Bordy had had little in the way of similar experiences. Outside of this LFL team, her teamwork with others had often been without success. In UGWC cooperative matches, she was a paltry three and six, and while her victories had been important at their individual times, including alongside Lucy in the Court’s purchased Synergy; tricking the Harvester into thinking she was on his side; and proving to Kem that she could pull a win out of Raab when she herself failed; this particular week would prove difficult. She had hoped that her camaraderie with Deimos would include them being successful tag team partners, but Fear had avoided her attempts at working together in their previous match and it had resulted in yet another loss for her.
She hoped that her destruction of Maria Salvatore last week after dominating the duo of Dynamo and Roxy did not cause him to have even less interest in the this match than he did against the Cooperative Champions a few weeks before.
Bordy focuses as the ball is hiked, her body tensing before it explodes, and chases after victory.
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