Post by Julliet Brooks on Oct 28, 2017 6:35:52 GMT
Sunday afternoon in San Diego, Julliet stood standing on the outside of the bar where her and Al Envy had shared a conversation, a few drinks, and that was the night of the phone incident that took place. She held her breath in and ran her hand over her leather jacket then proceeded to walk through the doors once again. Once there she was surprised by how empty it was. She figured this place would be filled all the time, but nevertheless she scanned the place hoping to find that female bartender that waited on them, so she took a seat on a stool and continued looking. One of the bartenders saw she was there and walked behind the counter as she turned around. Sadly it wasn't the person she was looking for. It turned out to be this huge bulky guy that had a thing for tanning. Maybe a little too much. Nevertheless he looked straight at her.
Male Bartender: What can I get you today pretty little lady?
Julliet Brooks: I'm actually looking for someone in particular.
He licked his lips and rubbed his chin repeatly as he stared her down.
Male Bartender: Single guy here and ready to mingle.
She shook her head.
Julliet Brooks: You're misunderstanding me. I'm not looking for a date.. I'm looking for a women who works here. She has blonde hair, green eyes and has her son's name tattooed on one of her shoulders. I'm not sure what her name is. Maybe you can help me.
Male Bartender: You're referring to Jasmine. Unfortunately she won't be here for another thirty minutes.
Julliet Brooks: It's okay. I will wait.
Male Bartender: Do you mind if I buy you a drink while you do that?
Julliet Brooks: No thanks. I'm not really in the mood. I just came here for some answers, so if you would kindly leave me alone.
He didn't answer and instead he turned his attention to another young female who sat next to her. By that time it seemed like she had been waiting forever, accidentally dozing off and on as she watched him pour drinks.
Thirty minutes went by and Jasmine arrived and made her way around the counter. The guy Julliet was previously talking to whispered in her ear and pointed to Julliet who tried to smile, but couldn't after everything that had transpired. Jasmine made her way over to Julliet and sat on the other side of the empty stool.
Jasmine: Mike said you wanted to talk to me.
Julliet Brooks: I do, but can we go sit somewhere more privately?
Jasmine: Sure.
Julliet led her to a booth in the corner of the bar next to a window. They sat across from each other as so many thoughts entered Julliet's head. She was second guessing being there, but she needed to do this for her, but most importantly for her Fiancé, Pat Gordon, Jr.
Jasmine: I can't talk much, so can we hurry this up?
Julliet Brooks: I won't take up too much of your time, but I'm sure you remember the night I was here with my--
Jasmine: Your boyfriend. Yeah I remember.
Julliet wanted desperately to jump up and correct her, but she was trying to remain as calm. She wasn't trying to get kicked out after all.
Julliet: Friend. My friend. Anyway... we may have had a few too many drinks that night, got intoxicated and I accidentally left my phone behind and things were said through text messages, so I was wondering if you saw anyone pick it up?
Jasmine: Hmmm... No I didn't. I mean right when your friend left I noticed the phone sitting there on the table, but had customers to deal with. I couldn't just pick it up, but as soon as I was about to it was gone. I thought you had come back for it.
Julliet Brooks: I did, but it was too late at that point. The messages were already sent.
Jasmine: Do you mind telling me what kind of messages they were?
She pulled out her phone and showed the messages to her.
Julliet Brooks: All of this is untrue.
Jasmine: Oh my. How can anyone send such things?
Julliet Brooks: I don't know. Are you positive you didn't see anyone?
Jasmine: Positive, but if I find out anything I'll let you know.
As much as she was convinced and wanted believe every word she uttered she couldn't. It was nearly impossible.
Julliet Brooks: Right, okay... I'm sure you would be furious if someone had sent hateful text messages to your significant other to think it was you, so you have to understand what I'm going through.
Jasmine: I can't imagine going through that. I should get to work before my boss kills me. Hope you find the person you're looking for.
Julliet Brooks: Thanks. Me too.
Jasmine ran off and Julliet stood up trying to collect all the information she received. It wasn't much, but every little bit helps. She slipped her phone in her jacket pocket and left that bar. She walked to her car and once she got there she noticed something white stuck between her windshield wipers, leaning forward to grab it. It was a folded up white paper. She looked around to see if maybe someone put it there, but there was no one in sight as she started unfolding it. Inside it had the words written in black marker:
I'll reveal myself in due time.
In the meantime have fun playing detective.
You are doing such a good job at it.
She shredded up the paper furiously and threw it on the ground then got inside her car. It became apparent this person knew how to get in her head.
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Whoever said being a champion in the sport of professional wrestling was easy was lying. There is more to it than meets the eye. You always have to be ready to defend it and all costs against whoever, whenever. Last week I decided to put my belt up for grabs. It was a sort of last minute decision, but I knew I had to prove all my critics wrong, so I went in even though the odds were stacked against me, and I conquered those odds, and succeeded in my first title defense. I'm happy with my performance, but the journey doesn't end there. On October 29th it was announced that there will be a special match on the card called a Cobweb Escape Match and my Soaring Eagle Championship will be on the line. Now I've never heard of such a match like this nor have I took part in one, but I always welcome innovative ideas and new challengers to step up to the plate and that's exactly what's been given to me. If I'm not mistaken the only way to win this match is by escaping the web with the title firming in your grasps. Three challengers, One winner. Let's break down the competition that lies ahead of me. Shall we?
She folds her shoulders and taps on her elbow with one hand repeatly.
First we have a gentleman that has been very vocal on social media about winning this match. He made a bold prediction by saying that he will conquer and lay claim to my title, and that man is GOL's newest signed superstar, Valiente DARK. I will admit I'm glad you're the only one who sees how important this match is, but what I'm not particularly happy about is why management keeps giving opportunities to people like you who haven't earned it, but instead are jumped into the title picture automatically. You would assume that the last match I was placed in was enough to give me better competition, but instead I'm being feed the bottom of the barrel. Look I'm not complaining I just want opponents that will give me a run for my money. Do I believe Valiente DARK is capable of doing that? I want to yes, so I hope he don't disappoint. However just because I see you, Valiente as a formidable fit doesn't mean I'm going easy on you. This is an important event that's going to take place for all of us and I'm walking into that arena focused, and hungry to beat on anyone helplessly should they ascend that web alongside myself and steal what's rightfully mine. Your words you've spoken will be gone to oblivion along with your actions.
She sits down and places the belt next to her as she admires it and realized to herself how hard it was to get.
Al Envy. I never thought I would be saying that name. In case you've been living under a rock Al Envy and myself have been good friends for many, many years now. I consider him like family, and I love his children like they were my own, so it's going to be an honor sharing the same ring with him. I will say this though, I was surprised he added his name to this particular, but I understand his reasons. He wants to make himself a household name to GOL just like he has in every company he has signed with. Unfortunately his big moment will be put on hold and won't be occurring at Dia De Los Muertos. When that bell rings I won't be viewing you as my friend, Al, but rather as a competitor, and because I know what you're capable of doing in that ring, you can beat your ass I'm coming at you with hungry eyes. In order to curb my hunger I need to taste another victory and that's exactly what I see being the end result as you lay flat on your reflecting back on what could've happen. I realize this is a dangerous battle we are about to enter. One slip off the top of the web and we could be dealing with serious repercussions including an injury, but even that won't stop me from attempting it anyway. My fighting spirit will resonate throughout the entire arena of Mexico when I push the envelope and beat everyone down until I knock the air out of you and you no longer desire to get up.
She paused and smirked to herself.
And finally we have Otaki. Much like Al you have achieved success elsewhere when you went on to hold a championship for a hundred and fifty days. During my thirteen years of being in this business I have yet to do that, but I won't let that play a factor in this match. We never faced off before nor have we had a one on one encounter backstage, or anywhere, but in my mind I'm going to pretend we've been fighting for centuries. I know that's a strategy you might not comprehend, but it's going to help me focus at the task at hand and ultimately tear you apart. If it comes down to me and you exchanging blows on top of the web I'll make sure I get the last punch and descend you down on the cold ground in an unrelenting way. You won't remember Dia De Los Muertos as the day of the dead, but rather the day in which your chances died and went up in smokes. A win is an important to me, because I feel it is a necessity to have me continue to carry the weight of the gold around my shoulders. You wouldn't let your weakest soldiers lead a battle of war, and instead you would get your strongest soldiers and I believe my position should be at the frontline. So in conclusion I will say this.. there is not a battle big, or small that I can't conquer, and I won't let fear of anything, or anyone dictate my future. You may come and try bearing your necessities to beat me like you have with previous opponents. However that will backfire and defeat you. It won't be long before the world gets what they want and that's me walking out the same way I walked in, as champion and maintaining my foothold for years to come.
She grabbed her belt, stood up and stormed off as she pushed the door open.
Male Bartender: What can I get you today pretty little lady?
Julliet Brooks: I'm actually looking for someone in particular.
He licked his lips and rubbed his chin repeatly as he stared her down.
Male Bartender: Single guy here and ready to mingle.
She shook her head.
Julliet Brooks: You're misunderstanding me. I'm not looking for a date.. I'm looking for a women who works here. She has blonde hair, green eyes and has her son's name tattooed on one of her shoulders. I'm not sure what her name is. Maybe you can help me.
Male Bartender: You're referring to Jasmine. Unfortunately she won't be here for another thirty minutes.
Julliet Brooks: It's okay. I will wait.
Male Bartender: Do you mind if I buy you a drink while you do that?
Julliet Brooks: No thanks. I'm not really in the mood. I just came here for some answers, so if you would kindly leave me alone.
He didn't answer and instead he turned his attention to another young female who sat next to her. By that time it seemed like she had been waiting forever, accidentally dozing off and on as she watched him pour drinks.
Thirty minutes went by and Jasmine arrived and made her way around the counter. The guy Julliet was previously talking to whispered in her ear and pointed to Julliet who tried to smile, but couldn't after everything that had transpired. Jasmine made her way over to Julliet and sat on the other side of the empty stool.
Jasmine: Mike said you wanted to talk to me.
Julliet Brooks: I do, but can we go sit somewhere more privately?
Jasmine: Sure.
Julliet led her to a booth in the corner of the bar next to a window. They sat across from each other as so many thoughts entered Julliet's head. She was second guessing being there, but she needed to do this for her, but most importantly for her Fiancé, Pat Gordon, Jr.
Jasmine: I can't talk much, so can we hurry this up?
Julliet Brooks: I won't take up too much of your time, but I'm sure you remember the night I was here with my--
Jasmine: Your boyfriend. Yeah I remember.
Julliet wanted desperately to jump up and correct her, but she was trying to remain as calm. She wasn't trying to get kicked out after all.
Julliet: Friend. My friend. Anyway... we may have had a few too many drinks that night, got intoxicated and I accidentally left my phone behind and things were said through text messages, so I was wondering if you saw anyone pick it up?
Jasmine: Hmmm... No I didn't. I mean right when your friend left I noticed the phone sitting there on the table, but had customers to deal with. I couldn't just pick it up, but as soon as I was about to it was gone. I thought you had come back for it.
Julliet Brooks: I did, but it was too late at that point. The messages were already sent.
Jasmine: Do you mind telling me what kind of messages they were?
She pulled out her phone and showed the messages to her.
Julliet Brooks: All of this is untrue.
Jasmine: Oh my. How can anyone send such things?
Julliet Brooks: I don't know. Are you positive you didn't see anyone?
Jasmine: Positive, but if I find out anything I'll let you know.
As much as she was convinced and wanted believe every word she uttered she couldn't. It was nearly impossible.
Julliet Brooks: Right, okay... I'm sure you would be furious if someone had sent hateful text messages to your significant other to think it was you, so you have to understand what I'm going through.
Jasmine: I can't imagine going through that. I should get to work before my boss kills me. Hope you find the person you're looking for.
Julliet Brooks: Thanks. Me too.
Jasmine ran off and Julliet stood up trying to collect all the information she received. It wasn't much, but every little bit helps. She slipped her phone in her jacket pocket and left that bar. She walked to her car and once she got there she noticed something white stuck between her windshield wipers, leaning forward to grab it. It was a folded up white paper. She looked around to see if maybe someone put it there, but there was no one in sight as she started unfolding it. Inside it had the words written in black marker:
I'll reveal myself in due time.
In the meantime have fun playing detective.
You are doing such a good job at it.
She shredded up the paper furiously and threw it on the ground then got inside her car. It became apparent this person knew how to get in her head.
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Whoever said being a champion in the sport of professional wrestling was easy was lying. There is more to it than meets the eye. You always have to be ready to defend it and all costs against whoever, whenever. Last week I decided to put my belt up for grabs. It was a sort of last minute decision, but I knew I had to prove all my critics wrong, so I went in even though the odds were stacked against me, and I conquered those odds, and succeeded in my first title defense. I'm happy with my performance, but the journey doesn't end there. On October 29th it was announced that there will be a special match on the card called a Cobweb Escape Match and my Soaring Eagle Championship will be on the line. Now I've never heard of such a match like this nor have I took part in one, but I always welcome innovative ideas and new challengers to step up to the plate and that's exactly what's been given to me. If I'm not mistaken the only way to win this match is by escaping the web with the title firming in your grasps. Three challengers, One winner. Let's break down the competition that lies ahead of me. Shall we?
She folds her shoulders and taps on her elbow with one hand repeatly.
First we have a gentleman that has been very vocal on social media about winning this match. He made a bold prediction by saying that he will conquer and lay claim to my title, and that man is GOL's newest signed superstar, Valiente DARK. I will admit I'm glad you're the only one who sees how important this match is, but what I'm not particularly happy about is why management keeps giving opportunities to people like you who haven't earned it, but instead are jumped into the title picture automatically. You would assume that the last match I was placed in was enough to give me better competition, but instead I'm being feed the bottom of the barrel. Look I'm not complaining I just want opponents that will give me a run for my money. Do I believe Valiente DARK is capable of doing that? I want to yes, so I hope he don't disappoint. However just because I see you, Valiente as a formidable fit doesn't mean I'm going easy on you. This is an important event that's going to take place for all of us and I'm walking into that arena focused, and hungry to beat on anyone helplessly should they ascend that web alongside myself and steal what's rightfully mine. Your words you've spoken will be gone to oblivion along with your actions.
She sits down and places the belt next to her as she admires it and realized to herself how hard it was to get.
Al Envy. I never thought I would be saying that name. In case you've been living under a rock Al Envy and myself have been good friends for many, many years now. I consider him like family, and I love his children like they were my own, so it's going to be an honor sharing the same ring with him. I will say this though, I was surprised he added his name to this particular, but I understand his reasons. He wants to make himself a household name to GOL just like he has in every company he has signed with. Unfortunately his big moment will be put on hold and won't be occurring at Dia De Los Muertos. When that bell rings I won't be viewing you as my friend, Al, but rather as a competitor, and because I know what you're capable of doing in that ring, you can beat your ass I'm coming at you with hungry eyes. In order to curb my hunger I need to taste another victory and that's exactly what I see being the end result as you lay flat on your reflecting back on what could've happen. I realize this is a dangerous battle we are about to enter. One slip off the top of the web and we could be dealing with serious repercussions including an injury, but even that won't stop me from attempting it anyway. My fighting spirit will resonate throughout the entire arena of Mexico when I push the envelope and beat everyone down until I knock the air out of you and you no longer desire to get up.
She paused and smirked to herself.
And finally we have Otaki. Much like Al you have achieved success elsewhere when you went on to hold a championship for a hundred and fifty days. During my thirteen years of being in this business I have yet to do that, but I won't let that play a factor in this match. We never faced off before nor have we had a one on one encounter backstage, or anywhere, but in my mind I'm going to pretend we've been fighting for centuries. I know that's a strategy you might not comprehend, but it's going to help me focus at the task at hand and ultimately tear you apart. If it comes down to me and you exchanging blows on top of the web I'll make sure I get the last punch and descend you down on the cold ground in an unrelenting way. You won't remember Dia De Los Muertos as the day of the dead, but rather the day in which your chances died and went up in smokes. A win is an important to me, because I feel it is a necessity to have me continue to carry the weight of the gold around my shoulders. You wouldn't let your weakest soldiers lead a battle of war, and instead you would get your strongest soldiers and I believe my position should be at the frontline. So in conclusion I will say this.. there is not a battle big, or small that I can't conquer, and I won't let fear of anything, or anyone dictate my future. You may come and try bearing your necessities to beat me like you have with previous opponents. However that will backfire and defeat you. It won't be long before the world gets what they want and that's me walking out the same way I walked in, as champion and maintaining my foothold for years to come.
She grabbed her belt, stood up and stormed off as she pushed the door open.