Pepper Spray from VS and Squirrel Soup Without the Tail

[Nox Vonn Anna]

I sat on a bench in front of the mirror at the gym with two dumbells at my feet. I had just finished a set when a blonde walked by smelling like the inside of a Victoria Secrets. Personally, I never understood why girls put so much into their appearance and smell when coming to the gym, it would all end up being sweat off eventually if they were here to actually workout. Aside from the smell, I didn't pay much attention to the girl as I raised the back of the bench and replaced my lower dumbells with higher ones. As I sat down and pulled the dumbells onto my knees I smelled the girl again but this time I also saw her as she walked in front of me. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, her toned body barely clothed by a pair of running shorts and sports bra. I didn't think anything of it until she stood next to me, her nose drawn upward and a look on her face I could only describe as if someone took a shit right next to her face. I brushed it off and went back to focusing on my form.

After finishing my shoulder presses I dropped the weights to the ground and caught a glimpse of the eye roll sent my way by the blonde. I hadn't noticed before but she was spending all this time cleaning off the bench with hand sanitizer and the spray bottle provided by the gym. I could feel her attitude radiating off her so instead of staying around long enough for the germaphobe to finally have the girl balls to say something snarky to me I decided to leave the room and go find Dante to work on some in-ring move sets.

After about an hour, Dante and I found ourselves back in the front room of the gym. Once again, I could smell Victoria Secret perfume and by now it was starting to give me a headache. I was about to turn toward Dante and see if he was ready to leave when I saw a group of people run out into the parking lot.

What is that about?

Dante shrugged and started walking toward the door. I decided to follow him but we didn't even have to leave the door to see what was going on outside. A man was down on all fours as people rushed with water bottles to pour on the mans face. I could see the blonde standing about a foot away gripping her chest like she was about to have a heart attack. Once we exited the gym and could hear the commotion it was clear what happened.

Oh my god he was following me!! He was trying to like kill me or something! He followed me to my car! I was just protecting myself!

I was trying to get to my car you dumb broad, I'm parked right next to you!

The air reeked of pepperspray and I couldn't help but laugh at what obviously happened. I covered my mouth and leaned closer to Dante.

Someone's paranoid.
Ugh, why are you all looking at me like that? He's the one who was stalking me!

Everyone's looking at you like that because instead of handling things like a rational person you decided to pepperspray the poor dude.
Excuse me? Your a girl, you should under-

I'm a girl, not a victim blondie.

I turned back toward the gym door and walked back in. Strangely enough the blonde reminded me of someone, someone who seemed to have a hidden victim mentality and hid behind their "scary dog".

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I find it hard to believe that a loner and someone who has a history of fucking over their partners is going to go far as a tag team. Usually, people are loners because they don't trust people; just another loners perspective. Given Brooke's history, I wouldn't trust her let alone work with her or even help her. The two of you are meant to be yin and yang, the dark and the light, but all I see are two magnets with like poles facing each other. The two of you are trying to force something in order to do what exactly? I see what you get out of this Brooke, you get to ride the tail coats of Synn's championship run but what do you get out of this Synn? Maybe Zephyr's right and you just need someone to manipulate or maybe you like playing with scared little girls in a game of cat and mouse until she either dies from the game or finally becomes something more but I don't see what good Brooke is to you.

Brooke, you're a snob or at least you act like it. You act like things should just fall in your lap and the world should take a knee and bow before you like some queen. You acted like you were owed a championship the moment you walked through this companies doors all because you won a championship in a company that closed its doors? Do you even know what hard work is? Honestly, that sounds like Karama biting you in the ass, you finally become a champion but a champion to a company that flatlined. You can't expect to screw people over and it not bite you in the ass down the road, in other words if you're going to be a mean girl expect to be hit by a bus.

Good looks, sex appeal, and a history of being a gymnast so you must be in some way flexible have probably given you a lot in life but can any of that help you here in a wrestling company? I mean, yes depending on who's running it but here I don't think you stand a chance. You strike me as the type to rely on your appearance quite a bit and not hard work, ability, or skill which is why you sought out Synn and attached yourself to her like a leech. She's your scary dog privlage, meaning you'll keep her around to keep people off your ass. While some people might be afraid of your try hard to be scary friend, I'm not.

As for Synn, manipulating people is a great idea if you want to get ahead. The more mindless followers you have the less competition but what isn't a good idea is manipulating the weakest of the bunch with open ended promises of "embracing your fear". Like I said you're a try hard, you're a try hard to be different, a try hard to be scary, and a try hard to be a champion. You want so badly for people to see you as this dark entity that can't be touched, a demon. You have face paint and a mental disorder, nothing more. You try so hard to make people fear you to turn around and say you'll help them learn to control their fear like some twisted motivational speaker. You couldn't teach a fish how to swim so it's a joke that you want to help someone learn to control their fear, Brooke losing at Revival was proof of that. You fail at being a leader because last I checked no one is falling in line behind Brooke to be your next BFF or learn from you. You're a gimmick and not a very good one.

Let's talk about your win and how you couldn't watch your own back. For a loner, you trust people way to easily. Let's take a look at that ending, you obviously had little wrong with you while you were smiling and smirking at a championship that shouldn't mean anything in this company and the championship that should lead this company. You accepted help up when you didn't necessarily need it and what happened? You ended up on your ass by someone who from my understand was on a losing streak in the company that this place was built on. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant the corpse of another company. You are some champ aren't you?

Neither one of you are built for a team you're both out for yourselves and at the end of the day if given the right motivation you would turn on each other in a heart beat. Brooke has already made it clear she's willing to turn on a partner and Synn doesn't strike me as completely stupid so there is no way she fully trusts her partner. It's time to face the facts, Brooke follows the leader and Synn is barely a champion. I'm assuming, could be wrong, but this is your first match working together in the ring right? I wonder how you guys are planning to prepare or if you're both just going to wing it and fall on your faces.

It's true Zephyr and I are the new kids, the rookies going against two individuals who obviously have been doing this longer and in some aspect that gives you guys an advantage. However, we've been working together our entire lives and that's where we have both of you beat. This match isn't about who has the most accomplishments or the most time in the ring, it's about what team can work together better in the end. Zephyr and I know each others moves, we can tell what the other is planning before they even have to say a word, oh and above all else we actually know each other. What exactly gives you guys the idea you stand any sort of chance? Brooke can't be a team player obviously and Synn is supposed to be this badass loner chick who we should fear simply because she likes to pull out horror clichés and use them to try to mind fuck opponents. So what exactly is changing now? Your "team" is a joke and I wouldn't be surprised if both of you put as little effort into this match as possible. I mean, you both barely tried at Revival.

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Judging a book by its cover is the best way to over estimate someone or underestimate them. Someone can present with an appearance that would make you believe they were sweet and innocent but behind their back they hold an axe to stab in your back. Some appear normal on the outside but on the inside they are fighting demons. Others appear scary to the average person but under all that makeup and behind all the fake confidence their really a scared person behind closed doors. Synn was into the dramatics of it all, the shock factor of doing something that would scare the general public. However, when you look behind the theatrics you'll find she's an average person covering up the fact she's just like everyone else.

Dante and I made our way up the stair case of our motel. It was a run down place that hadn't had any upgrades in at least ten years. The paint was pealing off the doors and broken windows were "fixed" using ductape. It was the type of place junkies went to in order to shoot up and people looking for cheaper rent would live. To everyone in the area who had never been in these peoples position it would be considered a scary place. To Dante and I, this was just a place to sleep for the night.

As we rounded the corner to our rooms a large man with massive amounts of facial hair and a blood stained shirt walked toward us. His hair was matted and it seemed like he hadn't taken a shower in weeks. He lived right next to my room and when he wasn't listen to porn blasting on the television he was out doing god knows what. I walked up to my door and Dante to his as the man stopped right next to me, his breath smelling off what I could only describe as sewage and hot dogs. I turned toward him using my index finger to push on his chest signaling him to take a couple steps back.

I was waiting for ya'll kids you get back. What is it you do all day?

Training.

Dante said in a low tone as he unlocked his room door and opened it. I looked down at the knife the man had strapped to his boot as well as the one on his side. Dante was the think before acting type, I was the observe and think of a plan kinda girl. I wasn't the type to get scared walking to my car in the dead of night because instead of being focused on what could be going bump in the night I was more focused on what was going bump in the night. Paranoia was what got people hurt and little girls killed or kidnapped. Knowing what you have in your surroundings should something go wrong or happen was your best way of not becoming a victim.

Well how's about ya'll come back to my room for sum dinner eh? Ya'll must be starvin' considerin' all that workout stuff ya do.

No thanks.

Are ya sure? I made enough stew for all three of us, I call it roadkill stew and it's packed with protein.

I looked over at Dante who rolled his eyes and walked into his room then looked back at the man.

Why exactly do you call it roadkill stew?

Well that's because whatever I pick up for the day goes in the pot along with whatever veggies I got in the fridge. I only found squirrels today, ain't very many dear round here or coons so most the time I gotta use squirrels.

Squirrels.

Did I stutter? I cut them nasty little tails off that way you ain't go no bones floating round in the broth. Squirrel meat got alotta protein in it but those tails ain't nothing but bone and fur. So whatta say?

I shook my head with a smile and opened my room door. The man shrugged at me before turning around and walking toward his door.

Suit yerself but if yer feelin' peckish come see me.

Some people seem scary on the outside like an axe murderer or demon but on the inside they're just red neck hicks and depressed little girls.