Valora, Part 5 Getting Ready for the PPV:

After being Separated from Abbigail:

Valora swore under her breath. She should have known better to come back to Mt. Vernon. Now, once again, weird shit was happening and it was putting people Valora cared about in danger. Her thoughts were briefly disrupted when a member of the crowd, covered in blob goo, grabbed Valora, and seemed ready to throw some of the goo on her as well. Valora narrowed her eyes and in one clean move broke the attacker’s arm at the elbow before tossing him to the ground and moving forward. She then began fighting her way through the crowd.

Some time later, Valora stumbled into the locker room she shared with Abbigail and Samantha. Her shirt was torn and there was some blood on it. She looked around the room, inspecting it with a keen and trained eye. To most people, the room was empty. Most people would have likely been able to deduce that the most recent occupants had left in a hurry as well. Valora was well trained, however, and she knew the people she was tracking. Samantha’s laptop was gone and the table it was on was overturned. Abbigail’s backpack was gone. Valora sniffed the air and noticed some carbon scoring on the metal locker. Abbigail had definitely been here and needed to keep someone at bay. There were no signs of a struggle so Valora came to the conclusion that Abbigail had been here and had escaped. Valora nodded to herself and went to her bag, opening it up and reaching inside it as she muttered to herself. “And Sam and Abs called me fuckin’ paranoid when I said I was bringin’ weapons.. I fuckin’ know this place..” She muttered to herself as she removed two knives and her trademark lead pipe. She looked at her bag and shook her head. “Shoulda brought my fuckin’ handguns..” she muttered again.

Her rant was interrupted when the door to her locker room broke open as a couple of converted cultists broke in and immediately surged at Valora. Valora rolled her eyes and ducked the first one and cracked the cultist in back of the head, aiming her lead pipe for the most vulnerable spot of the head, the base of the skull where the head met the neck and she nodded at the cultist went down in a heap and did not move. Valora dropped her lead pipe for a moment and drew her two knives as she stared down the other three cultists and nodded. “Well? You fuckin’ want some? Come get you some..”

The cultists didn’t need a second invitation and they surged forward went low on the first stabbing one in the abdomen, twisting the blade and pulling it out, letting the cultist fall to the ground and bleed out. Valora grunted as the second cultist nailed her with a haymaker, sending her stumbling into the locker. Valora stabbed him in the neck when he came in after her, ignoring the blood spray on her as she surged forward, ducking under the swing from cultist three and dispatching the cultist with a couple well placed stabs.. Valora wiped the blood from her knives calmly and walked over to pick her lead pipe up after putting the knives away and noticed the goo. She reached into her bag and took out a small vial, opening it and carefully ushering some of the goo into it. Closing and sealing the vial and nodding to herself. “I’m gonna find out what the fuck those shit heels are using…” She said to herself, tucking the vial into her pocket and heading out of the locker room.

Valora exploded through the door to leave the stadium and let out an explosive swearing rant in Spanish before switching back to English. “I fucking hate this city!!! Fuckin’ Mt. Vernon!!! Weird shit capital of the fuckin’ world!!” She said before talking to herself. “Oh let’s have a show in Mt. Vernon.. What’s the worst that could happen? Well let’s see.. You got a cult that worships wale cum like it’s some sort of fuckin’ god. You got the weird shit from when I was here for nGw.. Rob Riot and I dealin’ with fuckin’ nazis brainwashing people and tryin’ to rebuild their fuckin’ fascist utopia here.. Ilsa must be thrilled shitless with our current moron in chief…” Valora’s rant about her past in Mt. Vernon eventually subsides as she looks around and sees a sport motorcycle. Valora wasted no time and was soon on the road…

Los Angeles California, a day or so later:

Valora looked over Abbigail and Samantha. She had given Samantha the vial of goo and had just heard that there were plans in place for a pay per view in Vegas. She was silent for a moment and Abbigail had just said she believed there would not be any cultists there. Valora looked at Samantha. “Do we know if Kronin made it out?” Samantha shrugs. “I haven’t heard anything about it but he has military training, right?” Valora nods. “German Special forces… KSK. You have to pretty much be superhuman to get through the tests for that. His Twin Sister is GSG-9. Police Special forces, specializing in counter terrorism. So yeah… I’d put my money on those two making it out. Send him a message. He’s the spokesperson for our union.. I want Mudcock’s guarantee that there won’t be a repeat of the fiasco in Mt. Vernon.”

Samantha nodded. “Right. Also, you have a title match. You vs. Takuma Sato.” Valora frowns. “Well.. least I’m up against an opponent that deserves a shot at the belt.” Valora says before glancing over at Abbigail. “Let’s get to the gym. We have to work on your match and my match…”

A couple hours later saw the trio at the training gym that Valora owned. One wall was dedicated to the trophies, awards and honors Valora had won in her career. Another wall was set aside for honors, titles and trophies Abbigail might earn in her career. There were rings, bags, weights, training equipment for boxing and Wrestling. Valora looked around. “Talk to Jade and Hecate at some point.. It would be nice if I could add MMA style training here at some point.”

Samantha nodded and watched her ‘to-do list’ grow as Valora looked at Abbigail. “Right. Your match first. Triple threat… three rookies. One making her debut. You and Ambrosia are the favorites..” Abbigail smirks. “Well yeah I don’t see how Gabrielle wins.. What is she going to do, try to seduce me and Ambrosia?” She says with a snicker. Valora ‘Gibbs smacks’ Abbigail in back of the head. “First off.. She’s a porn star.. Don’t underestimate her ability to turn people on.. She kinda gets paid to get people off. Secondly.. Never underestimate your opponent. Most of my opponents take one look at me and see some loud mouthed puta from the barrios.. Just another thug and gangbanger.. Even Kronin used to write me off as a ‘garbage wrestler.” Valora points to her wall of honor and nods. “People underestimating me is a large reason why I did so well. Anyone willing to step into the ring and fight deserves two things. Respect. And to be treated as a threat. Hit the two putas you’re fighting with everything you got. If they can’t handle it.. That’s their fuckin’ problem. In this ring.. You need to be ruthless. You see an opening. Go for it. You see a weakness.. Exploit. Al Davis said it best. ‘Just win Baby.’ Step in the ring, fight to win.”

Abbigail nods. “So how do I fight a woman I’ve never seen fight before? And one who I’ve only seen one match against?” Valora smirks. “Remember.. They ain’t seen much about you either. I’ve taught you about stances.. How to tell a trained fighter from one who isn’t by how they stand, by how they approach a fight. Use that in the beginning. See how the fight shapes up.. In a triple threat match.. Use the chaos to your advantage. Need a break, let your opponents fight it out a bit while you pick your spot to attack. Don’t pick one person to beat.. Let the match tell you who to pin and who to eliminate. Just pick. Your. Spot. Don’t just barge in and try to fight two people at once.”

Abbigail nodded and looked at her mentor. “What about your match?” Valora smirks. “Takuma Sato and I are getting to know each other very well. We’re going to go into the match and one of us will come out champion. I’m more worried about what Mudcock is planning.” Abbigail raises an eyebrow, confused and Valora nods. “Either way, Mudock loses. Either a female Mexican/American woman remains champion of his fed or a Japanese/American wins the championship belt. Mudcock and his racist viewers don’t care that Takuma Sato and I were born here, are Americans. To them I’m.. well I won’t use the words they’d fuckin’ use but to them I’m a Mexican and Sato is Japanese. We’re not wanted in their little plan to ‘Make America White Again.’ So the question becomes what plan does Mudcock have for the match? Last time we fought, he had his lackey drug both of us. What’s he planning for this match? That’s what I want to know.”

Samantha chimed in here. “Well I doubt he’ll have much he can do. Vegas bookies will be betting big money on this fight. Moreso with you being involved. Mudcock could lose a lot of money and prestige if he messes with things.” Valora rolls her eyes. “Trust me.. There are bookies in Vegas right now taking bets on Mudcock ruining the match in addition to the standard win loss and such. It’s Vegas.. You can place a bet on what time the fuckin’ sun will rise…” Abbigail snickers a bit at that and Valora takes a seat. “Well I’ll do what I can to minimize risk but I don’t trust Mudcock not to fuck with our match again..” Samantha nods. “We can hire some protection for you,.. You have friends.” Valora shakes her head. “Tempting.. But I do that, there’s a chance Mudcock and his lackey might grow a brain and take Sato out and try to pin it on me.. They’d screw it up, of course, because they’re fuckin’ amatuers but they’d try. No. it’s a headache I don’t need but nethertheless, I’ll be ready for shenanigans come the Pay Per View.”

Samantha nods. “And if there are none..” Valora smirks. “Then Sato and I are gonna put on the match of the fuckin’ night and one of us will be the champion when the dust settles.”