Post by Kayla Richards on Feb 2, 2018 23:39:13 GMT -5
“Tell me, do you know what it is to feel real fear?.”
Kayla Richards laughs to herself as she lightly runs her fingertips over the NGW world championship that dangles over her shoulder. The lights above hitting it causing it to shine and cast a beam of light out into her eye where it twinkles against the emerald green. She takes a slow deep breath and tilts her head causing some of her long black hair to flow over her eyes. The large room of the main suite of the Hilton in Rome is decked out in gold with statues of Roman gods and goddesses on each side facing off.
“Travis Blake knows. See with all his arrogant bluster and promises. For all his talk of me underestimating him and him bringing me down I have to ask. What happened?. Did Travis Blake prove me wrong?. Did Travis Blake get in the ring with me and end the “fraud” that is Kayla Richards?. He talked of respect because I was the champion but then couldn't even be bothered to research me properly. Instead he talked about my sister Ambers past and to tell you the truth that pissed me off even more. See while I struggled to get out of my sister's shadow I feel like winning the NGW title did just that. But you Travis, you pissed me off in ways many people can’t. And you deserved a reward for that. So I gave it to you by beating the shit out of you on TV. I gave you the king of notoriety only I could. And I pulled you out of the shadow of your ex girlfriend Alicia Lukas…”
“Congrats on your two month engagement..and you’re welcome bitch…”
“Now, before I get into my match this week and my opponent let me just say that I feel as if NGW owes me an apology. See I am the NGW champion and as such I deserve some damn respect. But instead of getting that respect I have been mistreated. I have been forced to defend my title against a man who has an unnatural and unhealthy fixation with me. And yes I know, it’s hard not to...I mean..look at me. But still he should not be allowed to make such comments or such disgusting actions. I should be protected, I should be looked after, I should be respected as the pure athlete I am and I refuse...REFUSE to take this any longer!”
“I wi-”
Kayla slowly turns her head as Tasmin walks through the door from the other room. She holds a package in her hands and Kayla raises an eyebrow looking confused. Tasmin slowly hands the package to Kayla who raises an eyebrow at the return address mouthing “washington D.C?”
“This just got dropped off for you….sorry to interrupt and all…”
Kayla nods and opens the package carefully, she opens the top of the box and her cautious, confused expression is replaced with a one of frustration and anger. Kayla pulls out a letter and hands it to Tasmin who reads it out loud.
“My Dearest Kayla. I have been counting down the days till I can see you again, my tender male loins ache to see that beautiful face covered in the sweet man mayo I have saved up for you. I thought of writing you poetry but instead due to your reluctance to send me your undergarments I have instead proposed a trade….signed...Johnny M…”
Tasmin tries to hold in her laughter as Kayla pulls out a pair of American flag boxer shorts. Kayla looks like she’s about to throw up and puts them back in the box shoving it at Tasmin while glaring at her laughing younger sister.
“Just...take it...get rid of it…”
Tasmin nods slowly and turns to leave, as she heads through the door we hear one last sentence that seems to make Kayla shiver with sickness and anger.
“Oh god they’re crusty…”
Kayla seems to dry retch and takes a deep breath shaking her head before refocusing.
“Now, Billy Danielson. You are who I have to face in Rome this week. Our paths have crossed a few times. See on twitter you and the midnight horsemen tried to show myself, Matt, Coda and Jack that you were the “dominant” group in both seattle pro and NGW. But tell me Billy. What happened?. While we lost Coda and replaced her with my older brother and stayed strong you and the horsemen broke apart and became nothing. Here’s a tip, if you’re going to be in a group with others make sure you can trust them and you don’t break apart before doing anything noteworthy…”
“But you have a chance to do something special Billy. You get to step in the ring with me, someone who has actually accomplished something and main event a show. But make no mistake this isn’t a main event because YOU are involved. This is a main event because I will be there. I am the NGW champion, I am the franchise, I am the crown jewel of professional wrestling and I deserve to be treated like it. See Billy you may have some real talent, you may even be above average compared to the common rabble of this company. You may be better than the Avery Miles’, the Alex Jones’, The Damon Graves’....and the...whoever that Daisy girl is….but when you are against me, in that ring. You are against the measuring stick of professional wrestling. The best of the best. The champ. And so many people discount that and want to wave their flag and proclaim their own greatness. But…”
Kayla turns and picks the NGW title back up again and holds it near her face with an arrogant smirk, her lips curling up as she lets out a small chuckle.
“Until you have this, none of you are anything but behind me. And when I am done with you Billy...you’ll find out just like everyone else has…”
“What Kayla Wants, Kayla Gets…”
