Post by Heartbreaker on Feb 14, 2014 7:58:24 GMT -5
Inside of the apartment of CM Punk’s, inside of the lounge room, Lise Starr sits on the black leather couch wearing grey sweatpants, a matching hoodie and white sneakers. She turns on her iPhone and notices an incoming call, so she answers it and puts the phone to her ear. Who was on the phone? Her mother.
“Alyssa!? About time you answered your phone. I spent the entire week trying to contact you. Oh my god, I can’t believe what happened. I felt like vomiting after seeing that video, I... I almost burst into tears seeing it."
An isolated looking Lise remains silent for a moment before speaking in an unusual quiet tone.
“How do you think I feel, mum? I don’t even have the privacy in my own apartment anymore. Until they fix up my place, I’m staying at Punk’s but honestly, I don’t even want to return to my apartment. That place is haunted; think I’ll be looking for a new apartment. Just please stop freaking out. Plea-”
“Stop freaking out!? What do you expect me to do? Oh my god... H-How are you feeling right now? Are you still bruised up and hurt?”
Lise looks towards a mirror placed on a nearby wall and looks at her reflection that shows her bruises which seemingly have faded just a little since last week. She sighs before continuing to speak.
“I’m pretty bruised up. The bruises don’t look as bad as they did but it’s hard to ignore. Whenever I look into a mirror, I think of that night. It felt like I was in a thriller movie and I was playing the captive victim. She bit my lip... cut my hair and my shirt... did that... She humiliated me in front of the entire world. I can’t let her get away. AJ went way too far this time.”
Gritting her teeth, Lise stares into space as her expression turned into one of fury. Her mother notices the silence and speaks.
“Please, please, please promise me that you will get your job back on Friday and rip out the throat of that little skank.”
“What do you think I’m planning on doing? You know how I bailed Punk out of jail the other week? Well, he’s going to have to do the same for me. Because I’ll be in jail for animal cruelty, you know why? Because I'm gonna to beat AJ like the bitch she is. And as for my “boss”, it’ll be glorious having a front row seat to witness Punk shattering his teeth. The prick deserves it for letting that shit air on his show. Mum, I appreciate the concern and all but please stop worrying about me. I promise that you are going to be pleased with the results of this mixed tag team match... it will be bloody.”
“Bloody? I normally am disgusted at the sight of blood although seeing your face busted open many times over the past few years has tamed my disgust a little... I’ll definitely be watching it, sweetheart. This is normally the part where I’d wish you luck but you believe in the whole “luck is for losers” thing, don’t you? Have fun out there, kicking ass. I love you.”
“...I love you too, mum. I’ll talk to you later. It’s time for some training.”
The Heartbreaker ends the call and places her iPhone on the table. She runs a hand through her long dark hair while getting off the couch; she walks towards the mirror on the wall and stares at her reflection in it. Observing her bruises, Lise softly sighs and speaks once more.
“Oh AJ, your Valentine’s Day will be a bloody one...”
“Alyssa!? About time you answered your phone. I spent the entire week trying to contact you. Oh my god, I can’t believe what happened. I felt like vomiting after seeing that video, I... I almost burst into tears seeing it."
An isolated looking Lise remains silent for a moment before speaking in an unusual quiet tone.
“How do you think I feel, mum? I don’t even have the privacy in my own apartment anymore. Until they fix up my place, I’m staying at Punk’s but honestly, I don’t even want to return to my apartment. That place is haunted; think I’ll be looking for a new apartment. Just please stop freaking out. Plea-”
“Stop freaking out!? What do you expect me to do? Oh my god... H-How are you feeling right now? Are you still bruised up and hurt?”
Lise looks towards a mirror placed on a nearby wall and looks at her reflection that shows her bruises which seemingly have faded just a little since last week. She sighs before continuing to speak.
“I’m pretty bruised up. The bruises don’t look as bad as they did but it’s hard to ignore. Whenever I look into a mirror, I think of that night. It felt like I was in a thriller movie and I was playing the captive victim. She bit my lip... cut my hair and my shirt... did that... She humiliated me in front of the entire world. I can’t let her get away. AJ went way too far this time.”
Gritting her teeth, Lise stares into space as her expression turned into one of fury. Her mother notices the silence and speaks.
“Please, please, please promise me that you will get your job back on Friday and rip out the throat of that little skank.”
“What do you think I’m planning on doing? You know how I bailed Punk out of jail the other week? Well, he’s going to have to do the same for me. Because I’ll be in jail for animal cruelty, you know why? Because I'm gonna to beat AJ like the bitch she is. And as for my “boss”, it’ll be glorious having a front row seat to witness Punk shattering his teeth. The prick deserves it for letting that shit air on his show. Mum, I appreciate the concern and all but please stop worrying about me. I promise that you are going to be pleased with the results of this mixed tag team match... it will be bloody.”
“Bloody? I normally am disgusted at the sight of blood although seeing your face busted open many times over the past few years has tamed my disgust a little... I’ll definitely be watching it, sweetheart. This is normally the part where I’d wish you luck but you believe in the whole “luck is for losers” thing, don’t you? Have fun out there, kicking ass. I love you.”
“...I love you too, mum. I’ll talk to you later. It’s time for some training.”
The Heartbreaker ends the call and places her iPhone on the table. She runs a hand through her long dark hair while getting off the couch; she walks towards the mirror on the wall and stares at her reflection in it. Observing her bruises, Lise softly sighs and speaks once more.
“Oh AJ, your Valentine’s Day will be a bloody one...”
