Post by Ally Morrow on Apr 2, 2017 0:32:37 GMT
RP Link: Fuck Society
Uncoded Version:
“I can be accused of many, many things and over my fairly short career I have been… Say what you want about me, gather whatever information you can and form an opinion for yourself, be it ill advised or idiotic, it is yours to have and is merely an opinion, not fact, not truth… Just your own little belief garnered from snippets of a person, tapes and appearances expertly gleaned to appear a certain way every single time. Take whatever opinion of me you wish to, it will make no difference to me, for one very simple reason.
I don’t fucking care.
I am not the Allyson Grace Morrow who stumbled her way into Vintage with a happy go lucky attitude and an eagerness to learn. I am not the insipid little twat in costumes who is simply happy to be there and one thing is for absolute certain, I sure as hell couldn't give half a fuck if anyone likes me or not.
When I first came into the industry, I wanted people to like me… I strived to be sweet and kind and courteous. I spent my time practicing the craft and never saying a bad word about anyone, I bent over backwards to accommodate the wishes - and demands - of bosses and coworkers alike. I allowed myself to be taken advantage of, my good nature and relative naivety like a bright burning beacon, attracting every last selfish, egotistical cunt to my side.
Then, I woke up.
During my time in Honor I came to understand that this business is about anything but. The people who truly make it here are not the good guys, no one is really cheering for the heroes and forget last, nice guys finish on the trash heap, recycled and repacked over and over until they simply give up all hope.
It didn’t take me all that long to realize that things had to change, something had to give. After being a Champion in two companies - fighting great foes and worthless adversaries alike - accepting whatever matches I was given and being agreeable,. I came to find that I was easy to pass over, look beyond… So much so that as the Top Female Champion… I was paid a fucking rookies wage, whilst those I had knocked off the ladder and crushed beneath my feet, continued to earn double what I earned.
One day, it was though a lightbulb went off - now you can accredit my change to many things I suppose, a new company, a new line of people to face, an entirely new fan base who knew little of me… Or, you can, as I do… Accredit my change to Tyson Gregory. Now I can almost hear it, the collective eye roll as you wait for me to say how he has faith in me like no other… How he has inspired me to be my true self.
And sure.. All of that is absolutely true.
But it isn’t really the point now is it? No. What Tyson did was he called out to the human most part of me, he gave me a place to be complacent and adored and in doing so… He allowed me to stop searching for those things within the confines of a ring… The ring instead became my playground and, say what you will about my opponents, one thing that cannot be changed is their decimation.Time and Time again I did exactly what I said I would do and I did it without doubt or hesitation.
Be it destroying Rebel Ink and their so-called ‘love story; playing out in the ring, slaying a man who now calls himself a king, capturing a Championship no one has come close to taking from me… Or handing Gavin Grimes his first loss in longer than most people would care to remember…
No matter what has been put in front of me, I have stepped up. And if that isn’t good enough? Then too fucking bad because at the end of the day, whether it’s Harper and Wulf or Adrien Cochrane himself standing across the ring from me - I will do what I always do, I will show up, I will do my job and I will walk away the winner.
Don’t like me? Take a number.
March 10th
Tyson & Ally’s Las Vegas Home.
The click of crutches on the floor echoes out in the empty gym as Tyson holds the door to Anderson's Fighting Systems open for Ally, she smiles up at him. Dressed in black yoga pants and a loose fitting shirt, she drops the crutches to the floor just inside the door and takes his shoulder, half leaning on it to not bear too much weight on her boot. She looks up at him with a small smile as he walks her to the reception desk, letting her lean on it as he walks over and flicks on the lights, one by one the fluorescent lights come on, lighting up the whole place as she keeps her eyes on him, a happy smile on her lips "You're sure Josh doesn't mind us coming in? Wouldn't want to extend my ban..." she chuckles slightly as her eyes light up, happy to be back at the place if only to mostly hobble around.
Just off to the on the grappling mats where a picnic basket, a handful of flowers and a bottle of sparking grape juice sit around some candles. "I think Josh will be okay with this..." She looks over at the picnic set up and then back at Tyson, a huge smile crosses her lips as she shakes her head slightly "You never stop surprising me..." she leans into him with a kiss when he approaches, leaning her head back slightly she sighs against his lips with another smile "I love you so much." She turns slightly so she can lean on him as they walk over to the mats.
As he walks with her he looks at her ass. "Sorry, I still like to check you out and those crutches do a.. Well makes it shapely." He laughs. "but yeah I figured you wanted in the gym so bad... That here we are." She smiles and playfully smacks his arm with a roll of her eyes "At least you've gone a whole ten minutes without grabbing it..." to illustrate her point she sits down on the mat and wriggles on her buff with a laugh "This is perfect..." she picks up the flowers and smells them, their delicate aroma filling her nose as she closes her eyes and enjoys the moment "You're perfect..." He laughs. "I am far from that... But I am working my best to get as close as I can.. for you." He touches her hand. "I love you... More than you could even know."
She smiles and looks up into his eyes with a shake of her head "Perfect isn't... without flaws and it makes mistakes..." she leans in close until she's almost on his lap, her lips inches from his "It's not about being flawless... it's about being absolutely perfect in the eyes of your loved ones and if you could see yourself the way I see you... you'd never ever question my claiming your perfection again..." He pulls her fully on his lap now. "Come here...." He winks at her. "When I agreed to go see you in Vegas the first time, I didn't know we'd get to where we are. I've laughed, cried and loved like never before with you."
She smiles and leans into him, resting her shoulder against his, she traces her fingertips up his arm, watching as his hairs raise with goosebumps at her touch, she looks back up into his eyes with a content sigh "That first time, when you came out... I had no idea how badly I would want to kiss you in that limo..." she kisses him softly as though to make her point "And now, every time I look at you, I still feel that way... that urge, that deep longing to just feel your lips... even though the touch of them on mine is imprinted in my memory, it's almost like in that split second I forget..." she blushes slightly and looks down "And that's... kinda what it's like loving you... there's little moments, silly things where I just look at you and I fall in love with you all over again, just like the first time."
He bites at his lip as a light rush of red comes to his face. "Well shit... I was hoping this would be easier for me but..." He sighs again. "I don't know how to say this to you, Ally..." She frowns slightly and shakes her hair back with a nervous clearing of her throat, she looks back up into his face with an arched brow "Say what to me?"
Tyson looks off for a moment and then squints. "What the hell is that?" He looks over at a small pile of flowers. "What's that in the flowers?" He motions for Ally to go over and check. Her hand touches something and shock comes to her face as she turns and sees in front of her, Tyson on one knee. She looks in her hand and sees a diamond engagement ring she pulled from the pile of flowers. “Allyson, since the moment I first met you, I knew that I was falling in love. I didn’t know how deep I was falling until it was too late and I was flooded with how much I fucking loved you. You are my forever, my soulmate and you make me believe that happy endings are for real and for me….” He takes a moment, tearing up slightly. “Will you give me the greatest ending of all and be my wife?”
She stares at him for a long moment, looking down at the ring in her hand again, her eyes tear up much like his as she looks back up into his face, her lip trembles slightly and she goes to respond, but can't quite find the words, she nods her head for a moment before pushing up onto her knees, leaning in to kiss him softly, her hand not holding the ring touches his cheek as a couple of tears actually escape and roll down her cheeks, wetting his too on their path before she pulls back, her voice quivering a little as she responds "Yes..." she laughs slightly in an almost awkward way before kissing him again, this time when she breaks the kiss she clears her throat, her voice a little more confident "There is nothing in this world that would make me happier than to be your wife."
Tyson wraps her up in his arms, kissing her. "Oh fuck, thank god..." he laughs. "I don't know if I could breathe again if you said no..." She laughs softly and pulls up close to him, pressing her lips against his ear she half whispers "I love you Tyson..." she pulls back slightly and slips the ring on her finger, looking at it with a bite of her bottom lip, grinning through it she looks up at him "Wait... How did you know the right size?"
"I'm magic." He winks at her with a laugh. "I love you Ally... Oh god how I love you." She laughs again and slides back onto his lap, dropping her boot gently to that mat for dramatic effect "I better be out of that damn thing by the time I marry you..." she smirks and kisses him, running a hand through his hair with an affectionate scrunch of her nose "I like saying that already... When I marry you..." she pauses with a grin "Yeah, I'm going to be saying that a lot!" He starts grinning like an idiot. "You have no clue how amazingly happy you saying that sounds to my ears..." he kisses her lips. "Allyson Morrow... my fiancée."
She giggles and blushes slightly, leaning in she kisses him with a wide grin, she wriggles against him with excitement and can't help but shriek a little with excitement "I'M GOING TO BE YOUR WIFE!!"
March 29th
Tyson & Ally’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally walks into the living room and drops a huge arms full of magazines onto the floor, she looks down at them and then up at Tyson, who is sitting on the couch watching tv. She huffs in an exaggerated and clearly playful way "I quit. You can be the bride!" The small smile in her lips betrays her as joking as she looks him over. "Aww baby... You know I don't have the calves for that." He playfully laughs.
She flops down beside him and snuggles into his side, resting her head in his lap she wraps her arm around his leg and pats his calf "You have very shapely calves babe" she laughs and looks up at him "It's your shoulders in a strapless dress I'd be worried about!"
"Bitch please..." he scoffs at her. "I have shoulders sluts would cut a bitch for..." Ally bursts out laughing, shaking her head it takes her a few minutes to compose herself. She holds her stomach as she laughs, before quieting down to a small giggle "Jesus Christ I fucking love you." She shakes her head slowly. "And I'm sure he loves you too but I'm right here you know..." He looks down at her and shakes his head. She digs his ribs with her elbow and chuckles "But he died for my sins..."
"If you got an hour we could really make it worth his wild..." She smiles and sits up, kissing him softly she tickles her fingers down the back of his neck "Deal.. But first..." she nods over at the magazines "Where the fuck do you wanna get married?" He shrugs slightly. "Our backyard? At McDonald's? At a dive bar is upstate New York. Those are just off the top of my head." He smiles matter of factly. "All I care about is being with you." She smiles "Aw baby that's so sweet." She mean mugs him "And not remotely helpful." She laughs softly and leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder "But I'm serious... No churches, that's all I got."
"Ally, I don't care much about this wedding stuff. I just want a say on what I wear and that you are there." He shrugs. "Maybe we can find a nice garden spot or whatever but only thing that matters is you Ally Morrow.” She tilts her head slightly and kisses softly along his jaw "A garden would be pretty..." she frowns slightly "I feel like I'm expected to care about all these little details but really, all I care about is a dress, that there's cake and that I get to stand up in front of everyone we care about and declare to them all, just how much I love you."
"Then why go overboard with all this stuff? Hire a wedding planner or something." He kisses her forehead. "Might help ease your mind." She smiles and relaxes back into him "That would be admitting defeat to the wedding industry and large... I admit defeat to no one!" She laughs softly "Let's get married at Disney. I'll be a princess and you can be what you are every day, my prince."
"I’d rather be Gaston... No one hits like Gaston, no one matches wits like Gaston." Tyson looks off into the distance and sighs. "Oh what a guy... Gaston." She rolls her eyes and digs into his ribs a little harder with her elbow "BABE!" she laughs a little as she looks up at him "Yes Gaston..." He catches himself. "Ally! Ally! Hi baby." She pouts at him "You're being a butthead." He smiles at her and leans close. "But you still looooooooove me!" She tries to keep the smile off her face and uses a pouty voice "Not the point!"
"If you stop pretending to pout... maybe I'll show you my point." He covers his mouth in a very theatrical way. "But yeah maybe I'll get more involved with the wedding shizz... Not like I'm wrestling or anything." She sits up and turns to look at him with a small frown "You know, if you would have let me I could have fixed that in one phone call..." she drifts off slightly and bites her bottom lip "I mean, that's kind of the whole point of the I scratch his back, he scratches mine, mercenary Ally deal..."
"You did ask him and he said no... How's your back?" She sighs "No, I asked him WHY you weren't wrestling, I didn't ask him to book you something because I figured you wanted me to stay out of it... besides, my division is still there right? So my backs scratched, but I'd have done some other meaningless attack job for him to see you wrestle." She shakes her head slightly with another frown "I still don't understand why you're so adamant about not having a side in this..." she looks down and picks at her nails a little in her nervous way she has, "There's going to come a point where lines are gonna be drawn and you know I won't stand on the opposite side to you... Ever."
"Well you don't have to worry about that cause I'm not on anyone's side but my own. Fuck Drayton, fuck Chris, fuck Adrien and fuck Ronald McDonald..." he shrugs. "I'm Team Tyson... I'm the winning fucking team." He smirks at her. She leans in close and drops her voice to a whisper "Don't tell anybody..." she leans in closer so her lips just brush his ear as she speaks "But I'm Team Tyson too...." He turns and smiles, his voice a hushed whisper. "My back's not that itchy." She pushes his shoulder with a hmph. "Funny." She folds her arms over her chest obviously in more of a genuine pout than before as she taps her fingers against her arms and sighs loudly.
"Oh are you really going to pout now? Maybe I should? I'm not being able to do what I do best cause of the people you're the attack dog for..." He shakes his head. "Should I be happy about it? I mean hell, you have your division, the one you said you were done with and I'm left not wrestling. Win win right?" She laughs and gets up, shaking her head as walks over to where she dropped the magazines and starts to stack them up, staring down at them with a frown "I said I was done with the over the top violence and I am, that doesn't mean I just hand in my fucking championship and say oh well I tried." She finishes stacking them, slamming the last one down but stays kneeling in front of them. "You want me to tell you that I'm sorry... AGAIN that you aren't wrestling? Do you really think I'm happy about it Ty?" She scoffs and shakes her head.
"When I agreed to do what I did, there was no inference at all that you were going to be shelved, okay?" She looks at him now with a genuinely hurt expression "You really believe after everything we've gone through this past month, I see this as win win?" She gets up and huffs "Unbelievable."
"I'm just telling you why *I* am not playing into their shit. And you can see first hand why." He shrugs. "I've seen this song and dance before when Drayton came around and went after the Inferno Championship himself when he owned the company. Chris Night was a fucking moron and let him in the backdoor." He laughs. "That's why I'm for myself... You're welcomed for the ride."
"I'm welcomed for the ride. Well thanks." She shrugs and turns away, walking across the living room she leans against the wall and folds her arms over her chest "I seem to remember when we were each others side and now I'm just welcome for the ride?" She throws her arms up "What do you want me to do Ty? Hand over my fucking championship that I have bled for shoe after show? Give up everything I have worked my ass off for, because to keep it I have to do a little clean up?" She laughs and shakes her head "Fuck Adrien fucking Cochran I'd have choked that mother fucker out for goddamn free and not be sorry about it." She folds her arms again "But thanks for the ride ticket, apparently I need a free one."
"Well what we have here is a misunderstanding." He stands up from the couch. "You can scratch the back of Night all you want... Just don't expect it to last long if they do more than bench me." He shakes his head. "They aren't stupid, they know splitting us up? It's a win for them because together? NO ONE touches us." She keeps her eyes on him but stands firm where she is "And you should already know that if either of them cross that line, I'll drop them on their heads faster than you can blink." She frowns slightly but in a far less aggressive way than before "I love you. You come before absolutely everything in this world.... even my championship..." she drops her arms to her sides and tilts her head slightly to meet his eyes "I'll scratch his back so long as it suits me, but even the little kitty has claws..."
"Oh I know you do... You should see my back after this morning..." he raises an eyebrow to her. She smirks and holds her arms out as she steps forward and wraps them around his shoulders, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes to hug him tight, pressing her face against his neck "I'm not sorry about your back..." she laughs slightly and leans back to look him in the eye "But I am sorry for blowing up like that."
"It's okay baby, you're full of passion.... it's one of the many reasons I love you." He smiles before kissing her on the cheek. She leans in and kisses him softly on the lips with a happy sigh "And you're going to be stuck with me forever and ever and ever...." She laughs softly and nods her head "Yeah babe, you win." She pulls her hand down onto his chest and admires her ring for a moment before looking back up into his eyes with a rueful smile "And I win."
“I want to say that I am shocked...appalled… perhaps even disgusted by the lack of effort put forth by my opponents this week. Despite being elevated well beyond their means to Main Event status, Harper barely managed to spout a few uninspired and a-typical mommy dearest lines off in a half assed interview that had most of us wishing Dani would make a come back just to fucking shut you up.
And Wulf Erikssen is continuing to play ‘please touch my weiner’ on social media, instead of focusing on his match. But hey, I am sure that I am just being facetious or tiresome or a bullshit artist right? It’s not like I am the only one putting any real effort in here, right? It’s not like come Anarchy I am going to beat your asses black and blue inside that ring just because I fucking can…
Right?
I mean, hell if you listen to half the idiotic fucking twat fans, I book my own matches now! At least, that is what the unwashed masses would have you believe - spouting off theories and ideals, complaining left, right and center about anything and everything just to complain… Because this is exactly how I want to spend my Main Event slot, facing a pair of irrelevant wankers who pay more attention to their sperm count than their in-ring training.
Render me a bitch, but I can’t even fake shock or horror at this point, so many people wander in and out of companies across the globe promising to be the next big thing one minute, only to disappear the next.. People want to shit on my record? They want to question my dedication, my effort, my time spent? Both times I walked away from a company, I did so as a Champion… I walked away at the TOP of my game, because I wanted more.
I wanted to be better, go bigger, be more than I had been and could be in the places I found myself at; but still, it is MY motives, it is MY drive, it is MY love for this sport that is picked at and questioned as though I am some arrogant debuting wrestler with zero matches under my belt and everything to prove. There comes a time when you have to stop, stop caring, stop paying attention to what your naysayers are screaming at the top of their lungs just to hear your reaction, that time came a few weeks ago for me and, boys, if you stick around long enough… I am sure that point will come for you too. I wanted to be able to show some respect to you both, but you made that damn near impossible and if me calling you on your shit and refusing to take this match seriously makes me the bad guy then grab me a lair and get me a snarky sidekick, because super villain Ally is on the case.
I am a Champion in this company, a Champion who has defended her title every single time the opportunity has presented itself and from here on out, it is the ONLY thing that I will be defending. Not my actions, not my career, not my words, matches, tweets, jabs, looks, moves, thoughts, opinions or thoughts I have in the fucking shower! I am DONE defending any part of my life or career to any of you.
Wulf, Harper, this week you will be facing a new Ally, one who went through hell and back in that Monster's Ball match and came out stronger, hungrier and more determined than ever before… I don’t expect you to believe me and in all honesty I just don’t fucking care if you do or not, but what I do promise is that I will prove it… This Anarchy, you will both fall to the maid of the mist, you will both become just another number to me… A combined effort of #20…
Just two more people who tried and failed. Two more people who will fade out into the footnotes of history and at best be a trivia question in some pub game a few years from now.. Wulf Erikssen, you can spread yourself thinner than marmite, fight as many matches as places will have you - act like you will ever mean anything to anyone in this business than a running joke in serious need of a shower… It makes no difference to me.Sunday night, you will try and you will fail and there is literally NOTHING you can do about that.
Tom Harper, you can spend hours upon hours spinning stories and making up excuses… Blame it on voodoo and spirits and whatever other bullshiot psuedo-Japanese terms you can find via a google search from the toilet. But when it’s all said and done and I prove you to be the pathetic little momma's boy who pisses his pants at the thought of wrestling me for all the most vile and disgusting reasons… Just remember that I told you both this would happen, I told you both what was coming and you chose to ignore me, you chose to sit back and rest on laurels you never fucking earned.”
Uncoded Version:
“I can be accused of many, many things and over my fairly short career I have been… Say what you want about me, gather whatever information you can and form an opinion for yourself, be it ill advised or idiotic, it is yours to have and is merely an opinion, not fact, not truth… Just your own little belief garnered from snippets of a person, tapes and appearances expertly gleaned to appear a certain way every single time. Take whatever opinion of me you wish to, it will make no difference to me, for one very simple reason.
I don’t fucking care.
I am not the Allyson Grace Morrow who stumbled her way into Vintage with a happy go lucky attitude and an eagerness to learn. I am not the insipid little twat in costumes who is simply happy to be there and one thing is for absolute certain, I sure as hell couldn't give half a fuck if anyone likes me or not.
When I first came into the industry, I wanted people to like me… I strived to be sweet and kind and courteous. I spent my time practicing the craft and never saying a bad word about anyone, I bent over backwards to accommodate the wishes - and demands - of bosses and coworkers alike. I allowed myself to be taken advantage of, my good nature and relative naivety like a bright burning beacon, attracting every last selfish, egotistical cunt to my side.
Then, I woke up.
During my time in Honor I came to understand that this business is about anything but. The people who truly make it here are not the good guys, no one is really cheering for the heroes and forget last, nice guys finish on the trash heap, recycled and repacked over and over until they simply give up all hope.
It didn’t take me all that long to realize that things had to change, something had to give. After being a Champion in two companies - fighting great foes and worthless adversaries alike - accepting whatever matches I was given and being agreeable,. I came to find that I was easy to pass over, look beyond… So much so that as the Top Female Champion… I was paid a fucking rookies wage, whilst those I had knocked off the ladder and crushed beneath my feet, continued to earn double what I earned.
One day, it was though a lightbulb went off - now you can accredit my change to many things I suppose, a new company, a new line of people to face, an entirely new fan base who knew little of me… Or, you can, as I do… Accredit my change to Tyson Gregory. Now I can almost hear it, the collective eye roll as you wait for me to say how he has faith in me like no other… How he has inspired me to be my true self.
And sure.. All of that is absolutely true.
But it isn’t really the point now is it? No. What Tyson did was he called out to the human most part of me, he gave me a place to be complacent and adored and in doing so… He allowed me to stop searching for those things within the confines of a ring… The ring instead became my playground and, say what you will about my opponents, one thing that cannot be changed is their decimation.Time and Time again I did exactly what I said I would do and I did it without doubt or hesitation.
Be it destroying Rebel Ink and their so-called ‘love story; playing out in the ring, slaying a man who now calls himself a king, capturing a Championship no one has come close to taking from me… Or handing Gavin Grimes his first loss in longer than most people would care to remember…
No matter what has been put in front of me, I have stepped up. And if that isn’t good enough? Then too fucking bad because at the end of the day, whether it’s Harper and Wulf or Adrien Cochrane himself standing across the ring from me - I will do what I always do, I will show up, I will do my job and I will walk away the winner.
Don’t like me? Take a number.
March 10th
Tyson & Ally’s Las Vegas Home.
The click of crutches on the floor echoes out in the empty gym as Tyson holds the door to Anderson's Fighting Systems open for Ally, she smiles up at him. Dressed in black yoga pants and a loose fitting shirt, she drops the crutches to the floor just inside the door and takes his shoulder, half leaning on it to not bear too much weight on her boot. She looks up at him with a small smile as he walks her to the reception desk, letting her lean on it as he walks over and flicks on the lights, one by one the fluorescent lights come on, lighting up the whole place as she keeps her eyes on him, a happy smile on her lips "You're sure Josh doesn't mind us coming in? Wouldn't want to extend my ban..." she chuckles slightly as her eyes light up, happy to be back at the place if only to mostly hobble around.
Just off to the on the grappling mats where a picnic basket, a handful of flowers and a bottle of sparking grape juice sit around some candles. "I think Josh will be okay with this..." She looks over at the picnic set up and then back at Tyson, a huge smile crosses her lips as she shakes her head slightly "You never stop surprising me..." she leans into him with a kiss when he approaches, leaning her head back slightly she sighs against his lips with another smile "I love you so much." She turns slightly so she can lean on him as they walk over to the mats.
As he walks with her he looks at her ass. "Sorry, I still like to check you out and those crutches do a.. Well makes it shapely." He laughs. "but yeah I figured you wanted in the gym so bad... That here we are." She smiles and playfully smacks his arm with a roll of her eyes "At least you've gone a whole ten minutes without grabbing it..." to illustrate her point she sits down on the mat and wriggles on her buff with a laugh "This is perfect..." she picks up the flowers and smells them, their delicate aroma filling her nose as she closes her eyes and enjoys the moment "You're perfect..." He laughs. "I am far from that... But I am working my best to get as close as I can.. for you." He touches her hand. "I love you... More than you could even know."
She smiles and looks up into his eyes with a shake of her head "Perfect isn't... without flaws and it makes mistakes..." she leans in close until she's almost on his lap, her lips inches from his "It's not about being flawless... it's about being absolutely perfect in the eyes of your loved ones and if you could see yourself the way I see you... you'd never ever question my claiming your perfection again..." He pulls her fully on his lap now. "Come here...." He winks at her. "When I agreed to go see you in Vegas the first time, I didn't know we'd get to where we are. I've laughed, cried and loved like never before with you."
She smiles and leans into him, resting her shoulder against his, she traces her fingertips up his arm, watching as his hairs raise with goosebumps at her touch, she looks back up into his eyes with a content sigh "That first time, when you came out... I had no idea how badly I would want to kiss you in that limo..." she kisses him softly as though to make her point "And now, every time I look at you, I still feel that way... that urge, that deep longing to just feel your lips... even though the touch of them on mine is imprinted in my memory, it's almost like in that split second I forget..." she blushes slightly and looks down "And that's... kinda what it's like loving you... there's little moments, silly things where I just look at you and I fall in love with you all over again, just like the first time."
He bites at his lip as a light rush of red comes to his face. "Well shit... I was hoping this would be easier for me but..." He sighs again. "I don't know how to say this to you, Ally..." She frowns slightly and shakes her hair back with a nervous clearing of her throat, she looks back up into his face with an arched brow "Say what to me?"
Tyson looks off for a moment and then squints. "What the hell is that?" He looks over at a small pile of flowers. "What's that in the flowers?" He motions for Ally to go over and check. Her hand touches something and shock comes to her face as she turns and sees in front of her, Tyson on one knee. She looks in her hand and sees a diamond engagement ring she pulled from the pile of flowers. “Allyson, since the moment I first met you, I knew that I was falling in love. I didn’t know how deep I was falling until it was too late and I was flooded with how much I fucking loved you. You are my forever, my soulmate and you make me believe that happy endings are for real and for me….” He takes a moment, tearing up slightly. “Will you give me the greatest ending of all and be my wife?”
She stares at him for a long moment, looking down at the ring in her hand again, her eyes tear up much like his as she looks back up into his face, her lip trembles slightly and she goes to respond, but can't quite find the words, she nods her head for a moment before pushing up onto her knees, leaning in to kiss him softly, her hand not holding the ring touches his cheek as a couple of tears actually escape and roll down her cheeks, wetting his too on their path before she pulls back, her voice quivering a little as she responds "Yes..." she laughs slightly in an almost awkward way before kissing him again, this time when she breaks the kiss she clears her throat, her voice a little more confident "There is nothing in this world that would make me happier than to be your wife."
Tyson wraps her up in his arms, kissing her. "Oh fuck, thank god..." he laughs. "I don't know if I could breathe again if you said no..." She laughs softly and pulls up close to him, pressing her lips against his ear she half whispers "I love you Tyson..." she pulls back slightly and slips the ring on her finger, looking at it with a bite of her bottom lip, grinning through it she looks up at him "Wait... How did you know the right size?"
"I'm magic." He winks at her with a laugh. "I love you Ally... Oh god how I love you." She laughs again and slides back onto his lap, dropping her boot gently to that mat for dramatic effect "I better be out of that damn thing by the time I marry you..." she smirks and kisses him, running a hand through his hair with an affectionate scrunch of her nose "I like saying that already... When I marry you..." she pauses with a grin "Yeah, I'm going to be saying that a lot!" He starts grinning like an idiot. "You have no clue how amazingly happy you saying that sounds to my ears..." he kisses her lips. "Allyson Morrow... my fiancée."
She giggles and blushes slightly, leaning in she kisses him with a wide grin, she wriggles against him with excitement and can't help but shriek a little with excitement "I'M GOING TO BE YOUR WIFE!!"
March 29th
Tyson & Ally’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally walks into the living room and drops a huge arms full of magazines onto the floor, she looks down at them and then up at Tyson, who is sitting on the couch watching tv. She huffs in an exaggerated and clearly playful way "I quit. You can be the bride!" The small smile in her lips betrays her as joking as she looks him over. "Aww baby... You know I don't have the calves for that." He playfully laughs.
She flops down beside him and snuggles into his side, resting her head in his lap she wraps her arm around his leg and pats his calf "You have very shapely calves babe" she laughs and looks up at him "It's your shoulders in a strapless dress I'd be worried about!"
"Bitch please..." he scoffs at her. "I have shoulders sluts would cut a bitch for..." Ally bursts out laughing, shaking her head it takes her a few minutes to compose herself. She holds her stomach as she laughs, before quieting down to a small giggle "Jesus Christ I fucking love you." She shakes her head slowly. "And I'm sure he loves you too but I'm right here you know..." He looks down at her and shakes his head. She digs his ribs with her elbow and chuckles "But he died for my sins..."
"If you got an hour we could really make it worth his wild..." She smiles and sits up, kissing him softly she tickles her fingers down the back of his neck "Deal.. But first..." she nods over at the magazines "Where the fuck do you wanna get married?" He shrugs slightly. "Our backyard? At McDonald's? At a dive bar is upstate New York. Those are just off the top of my head." He smiles matter of factly. "All I care about is being with you." She smiles "Aw baby that's so sweet." She mean mugs him "And not remotely helpful." She laughs softly and leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder "But I'm serious... No churches, that's all I got."
"Ally, I don't care much about this wedding stuff. I just want a say on what I wear and that you are there." He shrugs. "Maybe we can find a nice garden spot or whatever but only thing that matters is you Ally Morrow.” She tilts her head slightly and kisses softly along his jaw "A garden would be pretty..." she frowns slightly "I feel like I'm expected to care about all these little details but really, all I care about is a dress, that there's cake and that I get to stand up in front of everyone we care about and declare to them all, just how much I love you."
"Then why go overboard with all this stuff? Hire a wedding planner or something." He kisses her forehead. "Might help ease your mind." She smiles and relaxes back into him "That would be admitting defeat to the wedding industry and large... I admit defeat to no one!" She laughs softly "Let's get married at Disney. I'll be a princess and you can be what you are every day, my prince."
"I’d rather be Gaston... No one hits like Gaston, no one matches wits like Gaston." Tyson looks off into the distance and sighs. "Oh what a guy... Gaston." She rolls her eyes and digs into his ribs a little harder with her elbow "BABE!" she laughs a little as she looks up at him "Yes Gaston..." He catches himself. "Ally! Ally! Hi baby." She pouts at him "You're being a butthead." He smiles at her and leans close. "But you still looooooooove me!" She tries to keep the smile off her face and uses a pouty voice "Not the point!"
"If you stop pretending to pout... maybe I'll show you my point." He covers his mouth in a very theatrical way. "But yeah maybe I'll get more involved with the wedding shizz... Not like I'm wrestling or anything." She sits up and turns to look at him with a small frown "You know, if you would have let me I could have fixed that in one phone call..." she drifts off slightly and bites her bottom lip "I mean, that's kind of the whole point of the I scratch his back, he scratches mine, mercenary Ally deal..."
"You did ask him and he said no... How's your back?" She sighs "No, I asked him WHY you weren't wrestling, I didn't ask him to book you something because I figured you wanted me to stay out of it... besides, my division is still there right? So my backs scratched, but I'd have done some other meaningless attack job for him to see you wrestle." She shakes her head slightly with another frown "I still don't understand why you're so adamant about not having a side in this..." she looks down and picks at her nails a little in her nervous way she has, "There's going to come a point where lines are gonna be drawn and you know I won't stand on the opposite side to you... Ever."
"Well you don't have to worry about that cause I'm not on anyone's side but my own. Fuck Drayton, fuck Chris, fuck Adrien and fuck Ronald McDonald..." he shrugs. "I'm Team Tyson... I'm the winning fucking team." He smirks at her. She leans in close and drops her voice to a whisper "Don't tell anybody..." she leans in closer so her lips just brush his ear as she speaks "But I'm Team Tyson too...." He turns and smiles, his voice a hushed whisper. "My back's not that itchy." She pushes his shoulder with a hmph. "Funny." She folds her arms over her chest obviously in more of a genuine pout than before as she taps her fingers against her arms and sighs loudly.
"Oh are you really going to pout now? Maybe I should? I'm not being able to do what I do best cause of the people you're the attack dog for..." He shakes his head. "Should I be happy about it? I mean hell, you have your division, the one you said you were done with and I'm left not wrestling. Win win right?" She laughs and gets up, shaking her head as walks over to where she dropped the magazines and starts to stack them up, staring down at them with a frown "I said I was done with the over the top violence and I am, that doesn't mean I just hand in my fucking championship and say oh well I tried." She finishes stacking them, slamming the last one down but stays kneeling in front of them. "You want me to tell you that I'm sorry... AGAIN that you aren't wrestling? Do you really think I'm happy about it Ty?" She scoffs and shakes her head.
"When I agreed to do what I did, there was no inference at all that you were going to be shelved, okay?" She looks at him now with a genuinely hurt expression "You really believe after everything we've gone through this past month, I see this as win win?" She gets up and huffs "Unbelievable."
"I'm just telling you why *I* am not playing into their shit. And you can see first hand why." He shrugs. "I've seen this song and dance before when Drayton came around and went after the Inferno Championship himself when he owned the company. Chris Night was a fucking moron and let him in the backdoor." He laughs. "That's why I'm for myself... You're welcomed for the ride."
"I'm welcomed for the ride. Well thanks." She shrugs and turns away, walking across the living room she leans against the wall and folds her arms over her chest "I seem to remember when we were each others side and now I'm just welcome for the ride?" She throws her arms up "What do you want me to do Ty? Hand over my fucking championship that I have bled for shoe after show? Give up everything I have worked my ass off for, because to keep it I have to do a little clean up?" She laughs and shakes her head "Fuck Adrien fucking Cochran I'd have choked that mother fucker out for goddamn free and not be sorry about it." She folds her arms again "But thanks for the ride ticket, apparently I need a free one."
"Well what we have here is a misunderstanding." He stands up from the couch. "You can scratch the back of Night all you want... Just don't expect it to last long if they do more than bench me." He shakes his head. "They aren't stupid, they know splitting us up? It's a win for them because together? NO ONE touches us." She keeps her eyes on him but stands firm where she is "And you should already know that if either of them cross that line, I'll drop them on their heads faster than you can blink." She frowns slightly but in a far less aggressive way than before "I love you. You come before absolutely everything in this world.... even my championship..." she drops her arms to her sides and tilts her head slightly to meet his eyes "I'll scratch his back so long as it suits me, but even the little kitty has claws..."
"Oh I know you do... You should see my back after this morning..." he raises an eyebrow to her. She smirks and holds her arms out as she steps forward and wraps them around his shoulders, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes to hug him tight, pressing her face against his neck "I'm not sorry about your back..." she laughs slightly and leans back to look him in the eye "But I am sorry for blowing up like that."
"It's okay baby, you're full of passion.... it's one of the many reasons I love you." He smiles before kissing her on the cheek. She leans in and kisses him softly on the lips with a happy sigh "And you're going to be stuck with me forever and ever and ever...." She laughs softly and nods her head "Yeah babe, you win." She pulls her hand down onto his chest and admires her ring for a moment before looking back up into his eyes with a rueful smile "And I win."
“I want to say that I am shocked...appalled… perhaps even disgusted by the lack of effort put forth by my opponents this week. Despite being elevated well beyond their means to Main Event status, Harper barely managed to spout a few uninspired and a-typical mommy dearest lines off in a half assed interview that had most of us wishing Dani would make a come back just to fucking shut you up.
And Wulf Erikssen is continuing to play ‘please touch my weiner’ on social media, instead of focusing on his match. But hey, I am sure that I am just being facetious or tiresome or a bullshit artist right? It’s not like I am the only one putting any real effort in here, right? It’s not like come Anarchy I am going to beat your asses black and blue inside that ring just because I fucking can…
Right?
I mean, hell if you listen to half the idiotic fucking twat fans, I book my own matches now! At least, that is what the unwashed masses would have you believe - spouting off theories and ideals, complaining left, right and center about anything and everything just to complain… Because this is exactly how I want to spend my Main Event slot, facing a pair of irrelevant wankers who pay more attention to their sperm count than their in-ring training.
Render me a bitch, but I can’t even fake shock or horror at this point, so many people wander in and out of companies across the globe promising to be the next big thing one minute, only to disappear the next.. People want to shit on my record? They want to question my dedication, my effort, my time spent? Both times I walked away from a company, I did so as a Champion… I walked away at the TOP of my game, because I wanted more.
I wanted to be better, go bigger, be more than I had been and could be in the places I found myself at; but still, it is MY motives, it is MY drive, it is MY love for this sport that is picked at and questioned as though I am some arrogant debuting wrestler with zero matches under my belt and everything to prove. There comes a time when you have to stop, stop caring, stop paying attention to what your naysayers are screaming at the top of their lungs just to hear your reaction, that time came a few weeks ago for me and, boys, if you stick around long enough… I am sure that point will come for you too. I wanted to be able to show some respect to you both, but you made that damn near impossible and if me calling you on your shit and refusing to take this match seriously makes me the bad guy then grab me a lair and get me a snarky sidekick, because super villain Ally is on the case.
I am a Champion in this company, a Champion who has defended her title every single time the opportunity has presented itself and from here on out, it is the ONLY thing that I will be defending. Not my actions, not my career, not my words, matches, tweets, jabs, looks, moves, thoughts, opinions or thoughts I have in the fucking shower! I am DONE defending any part of my life or career to any of you.
Wulf, Harper, this week you will be facing a new Ally, one who went through hell and back in that Monster's Ball match and came out stronger, hungrier and more determined than ever before… I don’t expect you to believe me and in all honesty I just don’t fucking care if you do or not, but what I do promise is that I will prove it… This Anarchy, you will both fall to the maid of the mist, you will both become just another number to me… A combined effort of #20…
Just two more people who tried and failed. Two more people who will fade out into the footnotes of history and at best be a trivia question in some pub game a few years from now.. Wulf Erikssen, you can spread yourself thinner than marmite, fight as many matches as places will have you - act like you will ever mean anything to anyone in this business than a running joke in serious need of a shower… It makes no difference to me.Sunday night, you will try and you will fail and there is literally NOTHING you can do about that.
Tom Harper, you can spend hours upon hours spinning stories and making up excuses… Blame it on voodoo and spirits and whatever other bullshiot psuedo-Japanese terms you can find via a google search from the toilet. But when it’s all said and done and I prove you to be the pathetic little momma's boy who pisses his pants at the thought of wrestling me for all the most vile and disgusting reasons… Just remember that I told you both this would happen, I told you both what was coming and you chose to ignore me, you chose to sit back and rest on laurels you never fucking earned.”
