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| What's Done Is Undone; CD RP f/ Liz Jones and Samantha Tolson | |
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| Samantha Tolson | Jun 14 2017, 03:03 AM Post #1 |
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Samantha Tolson normally would have been elated to capture a championship, proudly wearing it on her shoulder as she strode backstage after the contest. Tonight, though, she carried it low in her right hand, the leather of the belt dragging along the cement floor in the backstage area of the Hollywood Palladium, a clear indication that this victory didn’t seem quite the celebratory occasion as her others. Blood trickled slightly from the wound on her forehead, still fresh from her match two nights prior in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Her hair was, of course, disheveled from the activity of the match, and her skin had taken on a slightly reddish tone, the sign of effort having been given. Sweat still rolled down her face, shoulders, and chest...but it was her eyes. Her normally-brown eyes were nearly red. Her face was twisted, half of it a grimace, half of it showing anger, but all of it looking as confused as it had at nearly this time last Tuesday night. But tonight was not the night for more waiting. Tonight was the night for answers, and whether willingly or not, she was going to get them. Samantha saw an HPW production assistant walking, and stopped him. “Liz Jones’ locker room. Where?” The PA looked at the ugly face in front of him, and simply shook his head. Samantha proceeded to pieface the man and move on. It wasn’t long before she saw another PA, this one a short, stumpy woman with a clipboard, her glasses nearly dangling off the end of her nose. Samantha stopped her as well, quickly putting a hand on her chest. “Liz Jones’ locker room. Where is it?” The female PA looked up, trying her best to seem unintimidated. “I can’t give you that information Miss... URK!” Samantha had grabbed her by the throat, roughly shoving her up against the nearby gray brick wall. “Listen carefully. I don’t want to hurt you. But, if you don’t give me what I want...I most certainly will. Now. Liz Jones’ locker room…” Samantha got in the woman’s face, their noses just millimeters from each other. The woman, now afraid, slowly lifted a finger and pointed to a gray fire door near the end of the hall. Samantha released her grip on the woman, storming in that direction hurriedly. A few moments later, she was at the door, grabbing the handle and opening it up, stepping into Lizzie’s locker room. Inside, Lizzie calmly - almost nonchalantly - gazed up at Samantha. “I wondered when I might see you…” “Well, that’s right now. I want to know why, Liz. Last week, tonight, all of it. Why. Now.” Sam’s eyes were still on fire, still breathing somewhat heavy from her rampage to this point. Lizzie shrugged. “Does it matter? Twice now I’ve given you an important win. You could say thank you, you know?” She shook her head. “It’s not like I spent the week talking shit about you, is it? Hmm? No. I did what I had to do to make sure you succeeded. And what, you think I didn’t know you’d disapprove of my methods? Of course you would. You’re so busy trying to war with everyone that you can’t see how much it’s hurting you. So I did what any friend would do, I helped you.” The fact Liz believed Sam needed help hit her hard. Was she really that bad, that incapable? “I go to war everywhere I go. That’s what I do. That’s what I know. It’s the only damn thing in life I’ve ever truly been good at. What’s hurting me isn’t fighting. I can fight, and I can do it well. What’s hurting me is that my best friend, or, at least who I thought was my best friend, suddenly thinks that I’m incapable of handling my own business.” Sam thought for a moment, then nearly fell over, her mind spinning. “Is that what you think? That I can’t get the job done?” Sam looked right into Liz’s eyes, scared of what answer might come but needing to hear it all the same. “I think that you’re so focused on Ashley and the world title that you can’t see what’s in front of you. Do I think you can get the job done? Sure. But do I think you were going to tonight? I didn’t look like it from where I was standing.” She looked away from Sam and sighed. “I knew that you’d refuse my help. You’re too proud, even when you’re on the backfoot. That’s what it comes down to, Sam.” “This?” Sam held out the Womens Championship belt...the one she’d been dragging around. “This is nothing more than a means to an end. This is nothing more than a ticket to Saint Louis in three weeks, nothing more than a guarantee that I get…” Sam’s voice trailed off, as the weight of what Liz had done for her nearly crushed her. “Oh my God....that was your goal the whole time, wasn’t it?” Sam let the question hang, awaiting the answer she already knew...she simply wanted to hear it from Liz herself. Lizzie shrugged again. “The women’s division is a joke. The champion was a joke. You think I wanted to be represented by Lexxi fucking D.Vine? And let’s not forgot, that bitch has said more than enough to me to earn my ire. This isn’t all just about you, Samantha, as much as you want it to be. No, this is about me making an impact - I told you that already. I told you it’s not personal, too, but you didn’t want to believe me on that.” “And then I ran out there, I used the distraction that my own actions had caused to my advantage. They expected me to attack you. Lexxi let her guard down because of it. And she paid the price for it. And now you’re holding that title and, yes, you’re going to St. Louis in three weeks...” It was all hard for Sam to comprehend...Liz had stabbed her in the back, or so she thought, to help her get where she wanted, yet also helped herself advance her own career in the meantime. Even Sam had to admit that there was a touch of brilliance to it...that, methods be damned, Liz had done something a week ago that wound up helping them both. “I’m…” Sam stammered, still processing it all. “I’m...sorry.” The weight of it all became too much, and Sam’s knees went weak as she fell onto them, the title clanging on the floor. Lizzie looked back at Sam. For a second she seemed frozen, unable to speak or move. The sight of Sam on the ground, the emotions bubbling over, stabbed at her emotions and she felt herself welling up. “No, it…” Liz sniffled. “It was something I did. Me, not you. I needed you to be mad though. I needed your fire and, moreover, I needed people to think I hate you. Even if it meant you thought it too, for a short time at least.” She moved across the room and sat before Sam. “But I don’t. I never did...” It was in that moment that Sam felt truly overwhelmed, the answer she’d been dying for all week now out in the open, her friend sitting before her...and the tears came, hard and fast, the stress of everything she’d been through in the last eight days, tonight included, all the pressure, the high stakes she’d dealt with over the last 72 hours...it all poured out of her through those tears. She looked down at the floor, not wanting Liz to see her cry...yet again...but knew there was no way she wouldn’t know, as the salty droplets splashed into a tiny puddle under her face on the floor. A few moments passed. Liz stared at Sam intently, then finally dared to reach out, placing a hand on her shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry for how I went about this.” She felt a tear drip from her cheek, down onto her collar. “I just...hope you can forgive me eventually.” Sam looked up at Liz, her face stained with tears, some still dripping from her jawline. She reached out and pulled Liz into a hug, putting her face against Liz’s shoulder. “I already have, Liz....I already have.” Sam couldn’t stop herself from continuing to cry, both from the release of all the pressure and the elation of having a serious weight lifted off her soul. “Just...next time...clue me in, please? I have enough stress right now...I don’t want things like this hanging between us...ever again…” “I know, I know. I just...you’d never have gone for it. And it had to look genuine for it to work, and…” She shook her head, unsure if what she had done was right or not. Either way, it had worked, she had gained what she wanted to and she had seen Sam profit from it all too. “Well...maybe you’re right. I dunno. I’m sorry.” “No, it’s OK….you’re right...I wouldn’t have gone for it...a week ago. Right now...I’m not so sure. I’ve changed over the last week, I can feel it....something inside me is just begging to get out…” Sam held Liz a little tighter, a bit scared of her own self lately. “...it’s...scary...but also...it’s so exciting, such a rush...this all brought that out...and...I think I’m going to need it to keep going.” Sam sighed heavily, drawing in a long, slow breath. “I’m just glad I have you back. I know you said not to take it personally...but I couldn’t help but think it was. I should have known better.” Sam sat back, and wiped a tear off Liz’s cheek. “Look at me...now I’ve got you crying too.” Sam managed a small smile, looking at Liz for the first time in a week the way she had before, like the woman that had become her best friend. Lizzie smiled back, but words were lost to her. She simply nodded and held onto Sam’s shirt, pulling her in close. |
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