Post by trouble on Feb 12, 2018 23:57:54 GMT -5
“Next time you want to impress a lady of any substance, make sure she's vapid and hard of hearing before you end dinner with the big bank account, huge dick combo. Fuck off loser!” Arica “Trouble” Lewitt swore at her attempted date for the evening.
To be honest it was going fine most of the night, he had been kind and gentle, and seemed at least partially attentive on more than her body for the entirety of dinner. Yet after she suggested she would make her own way home, as she really didn't like the idea of obligation, he had in no sweet terms detailed that he was a very rich man with a very “large surprise” as he had called it. She had poured a glass of water over his head and stormed out, of course not being able to do what she was capable of doing in the ring, in public.
She was glad he didn't follow her any further than the front door, because if he had of, she was worried she wouldn't of been able to restrain herself. Ever since she had proved to the PCW Faithful, to her stable mates and to herself, that she could hang tough with someone as relentless and successful as Dominator, she had felt a new breath of confidence into her life. A new fire in her step. A little voice in her head that said “You can do whatever you want to, you're scrappy and you've got a lot of heart.” She couldn't fault the voice; she was really feeling powerful lately.
How much of it was from being enlightened upon the subject of PCW Order and how much was because of her own guts, grit, and determination? She couldn't quite say. That was one area of her life that confused her. What exactly was driving her right now? Was it in fact this new way of thinking, this sequence of events that would lead to monumental change if properly executed? Or was it that little spark she had harnessed since she was but a child, finally catching flame and burning bright for all to see? She didn't know. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to know.
She heard footsteps that sounded like running behind her and she turned back to look, prying herself from her thoughts. “How dare you talk to me like that and embarrass me in front of people? Do you KNOW who I am?” it was her date who had apparently had second thoughts on his sound decision to not follow her and had chased after her.
“You're some asshole named Jared who's going to end up in the hospital if he lays a single finger on me,” Trouble replied cooling, tensing up as she sized up her date, not sure exactly of her intentions. She hadn't exactly disclosed that she was a wrestler, and he didn't seem the type to be in the know about wrestling anyways. Lucky for her she guessed.
“I'm going to do a lot more than lay a finger on you,” he said and with sudden speed and no warning he lunged out for her. Trouble was almost caught off guard, but a round in the ringer with Dominator weeks ago had sharpened her awareness and left her surprisingly invigorated. She caught Jared's wrist, pulling his arm forward. This caused him to lose his balance for the slightest of seconds, but she was already following through before he could regain it, bringing her knee up and smashing it into his face. His nose was a bloody mess before he even hit the ground, as she released his arm and watched him fall backwards.
To his credit he took the blow and made to stand up, wobbling to a knee. Trouble smiled at him. “You fucked with the wrong lady Jared. You don't know who I am,” she said making to turn away and leave him to recover. She got about half way when he spit in her direction. Instantly she whirled back around, kicking straight out in front of her, catching the half risen man right in the chin. She continued through with the motion spinning now and unleashing a second, even more forceful kick. It came fast and it came from low, catching him right under the chin and lifting the small man off his feet a couple inches before he crumbled to the ground. This time there was no movement, and to be quite frank, she didn't care. Let someone else call an ambulance for the asshole, he wasn't worth her time.
She turned once again, making her way down the street and away from Jared's prone form and what was sure to be a crowd gathering in the next couple of minutes. She'd be away from it before anyone remembered who she was. Besides, she had been smarter than to give her real name out to some random guy over the internet and anyone who had been around would of seen him attack her. She just wished that Dominator, and the other two could have witnessed it. No doubt they would underestimate her again, just like they always did.
And again she would prove that she was not someone to take lightly. She laughed to herself as she distanced herself from the scene, ambulance sirens blaring in the background. Oh it was going to be a fun time at Trauma. Anyone who stood in her way, wasn't going to be there for very long.