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| Laura Seton | May 8 2016, 11:22 PM Post #1 |
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Oh, here we go again with the empty threats. Backstage at Battlelines XI, Laura Seton watches from a monitor at the crying of The Youth. She can only shake her head at their complaining of a travesty from the previous Fight Night. She looked at left shoulder, the EWA World Heavyweight Championship still slung over it. It was admittedly a bit uncomfortable, but she had never had such a spectacular weight on her shoulder before. Of all the championships she'd won in the past, this was by far the heaviest she had ever held. But that was a good thing! If the worst part of her tenure here has been, “The belt I'm holding is rather heavy,” then obviously things are going smoothly. Gates was out there now. Sure, he deserves a rematch. Battlelines XII? Absolutely! … No, not tonight you fool. Even Gates isn't that—there. Just said it. I don't even have my— WHAT THE FUDGE!!?? NO! You're seriously caving that easily? Let them go! WHO CARES!? She rushes off to the locker room. Pants... a pair of decent shoes to fight in... Pants found. She searches hurriedly for a pair of shoes. Anything would work. Sneakers, low-cut boots, whatever. Anything better than the formal ones she has on now. And now Gates blows up in the ring. Yes, I heard you the first time you fat fool. Give me a minute to change! She again shakes her head. No patience from anyone. She scrambles to change before another a breath of disgust and heading to the ring. As we saw, she confronts him close to the ring. ... I have no choice! No choice? If I lose, he better remember what I told him when I first got here. A hard effort, a bloody face and being on the negative side of a 3-count later, it was over. Her first title reign... … was history. You better hope I don't find you later tonight, Gates. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The cut was turning into a scab by the end of the show. She showed herself as trying her best to be neutral, though if you cut into her as deep as her heart you could see she had been hoping Gates's team would win. After all, who knew what the Draven administration would present her? Another chance for the World Championship? Or would she once again find herself in that hated purgatory of, “Maybe today yes, but maybe tomorrow, no.” At least with Gates that chance would always exist. Even this evening, it was only a move from desperation that put her in an instant rematch with Kage. Surely he would make it up to her. The funny thing is, considering those earlier events—she couldn't help but satisfied seeing Gates's side lose. He deserved this. He was known for screwing people over. Eventually it was going to happen to Laura—a scorpion always stings even in a personal life-and-death situation. The problem was, this scorpion “stung” in the wrong situation. If it was a simple, “Lose tonight and you fight a second time in a cage match” with random others as her opponents... in a situation where she wasn't a champion—well, different story. But he stung the Champion. During her first-ever World Championship run. Even if he would be more likely than the Dravens to give her another chance—you'll have to excuse her for enjoying this moment of his demise. Gates begins scurrying around ringside after his team's loss. An eyebrow of Laura's cocks, her having a feeling where this could be headed. He gets thrown in the ring. A chuckle to herself comes as she begins moving quickly from the far end of the main hallway backstage. Passing another monitor, she sees the paper-rock-scissors “game.” This was going exactly where she thought it was. Pardon the expression—but this was her golden opportunity! She deserved this first opportunity more than anyone else! And The Hierarchy was about to ruin it. She began to run, grabbing the first mic she saw. STOP!!! STOP RIGHT NOW!!! There were no ensuing loud cheers, so Az must have held up. Speeding the rest of the way, going through the curtain indeed, Gates was given a stay of execution. Her supposedly playful threat from late February ran through her head. ... I'm going to make sure you get in that ring YOURSELF... truly feel 20 minutes of terror. A small part of her still felt sorry for the man as he laid so prone. Never hit a man while he's down. The booing begins as her hand extends. Unlike SHOOT, she understood the crowd's side of what this looked like. Have patience guys... it's worth it. It was a miracle the fat man could get back up, even with her help, instead of being left rolling around helpless like a turtle on its back. ”No choice?” “NO CHOICE!?” THIS is having no choice you fat pile of puke...! BOP!! Akin to a general confident his men would finish the job, she didn't feel a need to turn around to see the ensuing carnage. The cheers told her the whole story. At least the night had some kind of happy ending. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— How am I supposed to feel? Down? Depressed? Wishing I was retired? Tell me, Haven. Please. After all, it's a first for me. I never lost a World Championship before. My run lasted 10 DAYS! You're right on one thing—I'm not happy. But I am pretty embarrassed. I couldn't get through one title defense. Here's Laura Seton, who prides herself on excelling in everything she tries... … and can't even defend the World Championship one time. The one thing that meant the most to her in the ENTIRE universe—the one thing she had been giving her heart and soul to for 15 years and even more since coming back to EWA... … and lost it in seemingly a heartbeat. What happens now? Practically every fan is clamoring for me to get a rematch. Even Stacy Vandervort is alluding to the Dravens giving me a rematch. A rematch I want most in this entire world. No, my run wasn't long and one could think that I must not be made of much considering after everything I gave for that honor of being the standard of EWA—I can't even hold it two weeks. So while Stacy is saying that the future of another Championship match for me will be addressed soon rather than later? You'll have to excuse me if I'm not entirely convinced I'm getting a rematch. I could be wrong and indeed I could have that rematch as soon as Battlelines XIII—but I just don't know. As far as I'm concerned, I'm back to “prove it” mode. Do you know how I've done in “prove it” mode? It wasn't simply Gates saying, “I was working it so hard with Laura back in the day and couldn't finish the job—“ I'm sure you know what I mean by that, ”—maybe giving her a shot now could let me..” and I'm sure you can put 2-and-2 together. I myself conquered fights that few thought no one could. I haven't simply sat around and let things come to me. I didn't win the Warrior's Trial and decide to let that define me and watch my future be determined by only that. I impressed in the Asylum. Most people thought I would be the first or second person gone, and instead I was still in there when there were only four left. Then I did something spectacular. Something no one else had EVER done in EWA. In case you haven't been listening to me the last month, I'll reiterate it. I pinned Sinn. I ended her Championship run. Your buddy Kage walked away with the belt that night, yes, but could he have done it had I not pinned Sinn? Could he? Hmmm?? He tried seemingly forever and still couldn't soooo... … And then you know what else I did? I shut Kage's mouth. One thousand-plus days of still reigning EWA World Champion. There he would be with the old-school EWA World Championship talking about how he's still the rightful champion. No one had beaten for it. Then I did. Then he had no choice but to realize he honestly wasn't World Champion anymore. I don't know what the guy did afterwards and I'm not expecting you to tell me. All I know is he complained, threatened—threats I believe were empty because I can't see any of you guys leaving here when your egos are so gigantic—and did whatever else to make sure he could again be champion. I'm not making excuses, mind you. It stinks I lost, but it happened. There's absolutely no reason to think I can't do the next thing that will further enhance my resume for making sure I get a rematch with Kage. Beat you. You've only lost once so far here and that was in a tag match. I'm going to see to it I extend my run of ”She did WHAT?” and give you your first single's loss. Maybe what I'm doing is starting to have minimal returns—after all, it's almost like what more can someone do to impress after what I've done? That doesn't mean there isn't any top talent left for me to prove myself against. You can't go anywhere if you don't have goals, and I still have plenty of goals set. You're one of the best that I haven't faced and heck, not to look ahead, but what I have coming up at the next Battlelines? Grady Smith? Well—let's just say he's someone I've been wanting to see in a ring again for a LOOOOOOOONG time! I sort of feel like I'm suddenly in a time warp. Grady's next week—my first true test of showing I could make it in wrestling. You're this week. Fifteen years ago, literally right around this time of year, I first showed up in a wrestling arena. I caused chaos with what I was doing. It was against someone that I carried a very deep grudge against at the time. You happened to be in the ring one of those very first times I appeared. I do believe you ended up winning the match, thanks in part to my doings. Not that you couldn't have won anyways—but I'm just saying... I may not know you like a book. We certainly don't have multiple points of intertwining history—just our starts and then the here-and-now. But that doesn't mean you have an open door to beating me. I may be coming off one of THE most frustrating evenings of my career. But that doesn't mean you have an automatic win waiting for you Monday night. Don't you dare think I can't beat you. Don't you dare. |
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