I Hate This Place

[Lilith]

New York New York, the city so 'Nice' they had to name it twice - cause no one would pay fuckin' attention if they didn't....

The words struggle to break free from the blood red painted lips of Lilith Creighton. It's amazing how everything comes full circle isn't it? The looks and glares of some of the cameramen and photographer pierce into her side. Without much ca-

Oh, by the way. She's working right now.

~~ New York Maxim Shoot '10 - New Years Ball ~~

... Uh.. how about we take a break for now everyone?.. Yeah, take five girls.

The haphazardly coercion of Lilith's remarks seem to have bought her temporary freedom from this annoyance. She enjoys being a model, but being one in THIS City..

Sickening.

She bends her back, cracking the bones niiiiice and slow. A satisfactory hum leaves her lips before crawling off of the platform and stretching her infamous, and insured, legs and thighs out.

Seriously... where the hell is that kid with my coffee...

You know, you'd catch more bees with honey than with vinegar Lilly-Cakes.

......

Unfurrow the brow unfurrow the brow.

Almost a chant goes through Lilith's mind as the annoying voice of one of her fellow 'sisters' rings through her mind. She can tell, it isn't working. She runs her palms down her face once, nice and slow before turning to face the new and now-primary source of her annoyance;

Kate.

.... Yes, I'm sure that's true... it's a shame I never decided to whore myself out to the magazine director in order to get a six page foldout though huh.. ? I'm sure if I had, I'd be the number one downloaded Maxim Girl... instead of my 'paltry' rank of third..

Life's a bitch, isn't it Katey?

She can't even muster a fake smile. Just the world-renowned glare of ice manages to stab it's way across the thickened air between herself and the so called 'model' standing before her. Lilith was... God;

Lilith was tired of this shit.

It's one thing to be a Maxim Model, working for a world famous magazine industry. But to put up with these... schoolyard like idiots was just beginning to grind on her. At least when she was a wrestler...

... It was legal to smack a bitch.

Ohhh.. is that jealousy I detect in your slew of words Lilly? That's unsightly you know, I wonder what your 'fans' would think if they saw this side of you? Oh, wait... that's right..

You're just a model now.

Your precious 'fans' have been cut in twain haven't they? Looks like you won't get to strip down half naked for beer-bellied star trek geeks in Ohio anymo-

The loud sound of flesh meeting with flesh is heard in the shooting area. Lilith's right palm had promptly met with Kate's left cheek.

Lilith's palm won.
FTW.

Kate stumbles back with a look of awestruck and horror plastered across her face. her long blond hair now in dire need of a prefixing'. Lilith lets out a huff of hot air before walking past her. The cameramen and photographers soon begin the split of taking a side and rallying between themselves. Lilith simply strides past them all, and onto her dressing room.

... I'm seriously getting too old for this shit.

She closes the door tight behind her, collapsing down in a slump on the floor. A long and heavy sigh escapes her lips as she can already hear the footsteps approaching her door. Really... was THIS what was left for her? My.. God..

... What would you tell me at a time like this... what advice would you give me.. Iggy..

She missed Iggy Such loyalty and friendship was a rare, rare commodity for Lilith. Especially considering her inability to... well, deal with people and their infinite levels of motherfuckin' stupidity.

Too late, the knocks and sounds of people shouting at her door come ringing into her ears. Lilith lets her head hang down as she takes in another heavy breath...

.. Yeah yeah.... I'm coming..

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[Lilith]

Oh, hell, no.

I'm NOT doing that with her. It just isn't, happening.

Hmph.. as if I'd shoot such a scene with you anyway Lilly, such a brute; how exactly is it you got this job?

It's not my fault people would rather stare at MY ass and thighs as opposed to YOUR cottage cheese looking backside you stuck up-

ENOUGH!

The sound of bickering and catty chatting as it were is quickly silenced by the booming sound of the head photographer. Lilith snorts out as she stares at Kate before turning her attention forward. She was not having a good day. A quick run of her fingers across her face before the ensuing rant begins.

Look, I am tired... tired of seeing you two at each others' throats like this! You are two of our most popular girls, we NEED you to get along. Especially during the special holiday shoots. And YES, Lilith - Kate was chosen as your partner for this-

But she's-

AND YES... Kate, as the current number one we have to align you with someone within the top three. And since Sophia is already booked with someone else, it falls to Lilith. Now... need I remind you girls, that this is your JOB?

......

.... Che.

How many times can you count Lilith being subdued by someones words? More to the point, a MALE'S words? This... THIS, is how incredibly angry and full of pure homicidal RAGE Lilith was at this moment. Sadly, this was indeed her job... Good Lord, she couldn't even argue against it... fuck.

.... Look, if we have to do this, at least find us better outfits. I may not have a choice in the matter... but so fuckin' help me;

I am NOT going to smile if you make me mount Kate wearing a leotard. It just, isn't, happening.

I agree, these are quite low budget looking outfits Ray. At least get us some bikinis... oh wait! Maybe some lace... no no, leather? No... too tacky.. maybe some-

.....

Unfurrow the brow unfurrow the brow.. Lilith closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on not throttling Kate as the blond continues to go on and on about her potentially 'acceptable' choices of attire. Oh dear.. this was going to bring back memories;

Mounting someone she hated in order to obtain fame and fortune.

Hey... maybe if she closes her eyes and clicks her heels together three times, she can pretend she actually IS in Detroit again.

~~ 1 Hour Later ~~

Ask - Demand, and ye shall receive. It's worked so far in Lilith's life, looks like at least something is still intact. An hour later, Lilith and Kate are presented with much, much better outfits. ;D A half cut down pair of boy-shorts, adorning laced edges. A open latched blouse with matching laced edges, and a black and pink set of pattened leather collars. Not bad.

I get the pink one~

... Knock yourself out princess.

Okay girls, are we FINALLY ready to continue shooting? You know we're already two DAYS behind schedule in order to get this done by the New Year-

Yeah yeah... where do you want us...

Haaaa... it's so pretty n' pink~ Look Lilly! It has frills along the edges of the leather! Isn't it simply to die for!

...... Sweet mother of God...

She mumbles under her breath. Lilith tends to forget that as annoying and truly fucking despicable as Kate is, she's also only twenty years old.

And a natural blond.

So really, you have to kind of feel bad for the girl...

Okay. Kate honey you lay down there, bend your knees upward - yes like that. Look at me, no wait wait... no, look at Tomas. Yes that's it, now - no no, your arm needs to be...

Lilith stands back and takes in a breath as Ray continues to help pose Kate like the doll she essentially is. She stretches her joints out before tilting her head back. Ahhhh... well, as incredibly mundane as this life has become, it beats the hell out of not working period. Lilith can only imagine the amount of bad and potentially illegal publicity she'd of gotten by now if she had been left to her own devices... yikes..

It boggles the mind man.

Okay, perfect! Lil, come over here. All you need to do is get on top of Kate, straddle her waist first then we'll have to stride forward into a fours position later on alright?

Mmmhm..

Typical. All guys want to see Lilith on all fours. Well to be fair, all guys want to see all women on all fours. Lilith rolls her tongue around on the inside of her cheek before forcing a halfway convincing smile and getting up on the platform. She glances down at Kate, in her helpless and defenselessly stiffened state and grins widely. God the amount of physical damage and trauma she could inflict right now...

Lil, let's get going yeah?

Ah, yes yes.

She snaps out of her daydream of beating and violating the poor blond before swinging her hips and left thigh up over Kate's midsection. She turns her upper body counterclockwise, staring over her shoulder at Ray and the camera. Her right hand bending, her fingers softly grazing Kate's collarbone. The two put on their best pouty and sultry looks at their respective cameras before the shudder snaps and the lights ensue.

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[Lilith]

You did really good out there-

-That was a great shoot you two it was fantastic-

Lilith's mind has this self defense mechanism. It was able to select specific times to simply tune bitches out. She gained this fantastic ability from twenty nine years on this Earth as a female. She begins stretching out the kinks in her neck as she simply saunters past all of the ass kissing boot licking assistants cuddled around herself and Kate. End of the day, work over. Freedom has arrived.

We, shall. We shall not be moved.

I am woman hear me roar~

All that jazz. She promptly makes a world record time of changing out of the oh so pretty-but-still-a-source-of-'slavery' lace outfit and back into her regular clothes. Not many things calms Lilith down like the feel of leather against her body. It's not a sexual fetish, it's just a feeling of normalcy and relaxation...

You know... until..

LILITH!!

... I wanted a drink... that's it, that's all I'm asking for... let me go get a drink - maybe some window shopping... maybe going to a club, but no... no God, you just won't stay out of my fuckin' busin-

LILITH! GOD DAMMIT I KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE! How, HOW many times have I told you girls that solicitation on company time is not only wrong, immoral and disgusting... but ILLEGAL!

-ess... wait, fuckin'... what?

Lilith, still half finished changing. Promptly blinks in bewilderment and astonishment. She finishes pulling up her low riding blue denim jeans before taking the black leather crop top she had been fondling with such odd care and slipping it on with haste. Now... she's trying, to not think... her photographer just accused her, of what she thinks... he just accused her of. With a grunt and sigh she tosses her hair once with her hands before opening the door of her change room with fury, instantly unleashing;

Ex-FUCKING-CUSE-ME?! Are you accusing me of being a God damned hooker Ray?! You think I don't still have my lawyers on speed dial?! So HELP ME GOD-...

You're not Ray.

....

Who the fuck are you?

Lilith had been so very consumed with rage and agonizingly blinding fury that she had only just noticed that despite having HEARD Ray's voice but a moment ago..

Ray ain't there. Where Ray at?

She stares down at the figure standing before her. Lilith isn't a giant by any sense of the means, but being 5'10 does give her a bit of a height advantage over the norm kind of model.

Are you new? Look... I'm not going to get into this whole apprenticeship thing the others do alright kid-

Are you Lilith Creighton?

.... Gotta love them young people nowadays... always so very polite and shit...

Yeah, that's me. Once again, miss chibi pint sized;

Who the fuck are you?

She continues to stare down at the female standing before her. Many thoughts were running through Lilith's mind at this point. One, where the fuck is Ray? Two, who the fuck is the girl in front of me? But most importantly...

Where the fuck is that kid with my Latte?!

My name is Katja, I believe my predecessor left his card informing you of me?

... What?

Lilith simply blinks. Once, twice, thrice for good measure. Thrice is a funny word... thrice. Good stuff. She watches as the... woman?... Girl? How old was this chick... Lilith would have to guess she was about... 5'5, a good 5 inches shorter. Definitely weighed less, then again the insured thighs and ass were trademarks of her well being and adored by millions ...

Sorry was I saying something?

Here. It's my card. my name is Katja, but most people call me Katheryne-

Well now that makes no sense what-so-fuckin'-ever. Hell I wrote it and I got nothing.

-My predecessor was Mr. Lezzard. I believe you remember your last assistant, Iggy, yes?

.... Wait, what!?

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[Lilith]

Alright... you're going to have to explain this a little bit better.

What exactly is it that you need explained Lilith?

She blinks. A lot just happened. A lot, even more then you know. Cause when you looked down, and looked back up, now we're in a luxury town car on the way to some hotel. I forget the name, the pipsqueak said it earlier.

Uh... right-o... how did you know Iggy, exactly... Kat... Katja, was it?

You can call my Katheryne.

I'm telling you, I got nothing. It makes no sense.

Right... how did you know Iggy?

Mr. Lezzard was linked to my mother overseas. He's my step-father.

........

Wait, what?

Iggy had a social life? When the fuck did that shit happen? Did I look down and then back up? Lilith simply, blinks. It's all she has right now. She STILL has no idea where Ray went, or WHY he thought she was soliciting sex in the workplace. She has no clue how old this Katja/Katheryne chick is, she doesn't know if she actually is spewing anything more than nonsense at the moment either. And she has no God damn idea what hotel this little chick is driving her too. In short, Lilith is fuckin' confused.

... I'm sorry, you're going to have to explain from the beginning here. I just got dragged off of my lot, after one of my bosses accused me of being a hooker - only to find a short young looking female telling me she's what... my now deceased assistants stepchild?

....

I mean, really? Sure I asked for some excitement, a break from my routine... but if you don't mind-

Could someone please fuckin' explain this shit to me in a halfassed coherent fashion?!

......

Silence immediately fills the... damn this is a nice car... ehm. Fills the interior of the town car after Lilith's outburst of mixed and confusing emotions. She leans back in her seat, almost slumping. The seat belt flushes against her body as she begins to rattle around in place. Finally, the silence being cleaved.

Iggy had told me that you were unlikely to seek me out in your current state. He mentioned that the lasting effects of the events from Detroit to Ohio had left psychological scars that had more than likely, made you afraid of things you no longer had control over.

What? Did you just say I was afrai-

He also mentioned the fact that you were still emotionally tied down to three key figures over the last five years of your life;

You still wear the ring a one Mr. Pryor's gave you around your neck.

You still have framed photographs of yourself and Mr. Starr in your bedroom.

And you still hold a old apartment key to a loft belonging to a one Miss Andr-

Stop!

.....

Lilith's fingers had wrapped themselves around her forehead. The surge of emotions were flowing through her mind and around her heart like a vice. She clenches her teeth before breathing in and out deeply once... twice.. three times a lady.

Iggy knew many things about you, that you yourself were unaware Lilith. Shall I continue in order to prove my successor or is this eno-

Stop... I get it... it's enough...

Lilith continues to hang her head in her hands. Her eyes squeezing tightly in abundant force. She turns her head slightly to the right, glancing out the window as the traffic seems to fly by in comparison to the slowed, almost frozen state of her mind.

She had never forgotten. Not a moment of it... none of it..

... If I didn't come find whoever Iggy left in his stead... if I didn't come find you, why did you come find me?..

... Now that, is a very worthy question.

The town car begins to come to a slowed pace, finally parking itself alongside the curb. Lilith watches, still confused and now... in all honesty; in pain. as Katja exits the driver side door, promptly shutting it behind herself and making her way around to Lilith's door. She tries to notice anything.. anything at all that may link this new found woman to Iggy... but it escapes her. She gets out of the car, a vast hotel sprawls itself towards the sky before her. Almost seeming to claw at it. Lilith takes in a breath of fresh air before looking around at the new scene-....

.....

... What the hell is that..

Ah, that is the world famous 1 Penn Plaza. It is home to-

.... Blackheart.

Lilith can almost feel her pupils dilate. The massive billboard structures were nearly everywhere. The letters of X.W.A. plastered along at least 45% of them. The fact she hadn't noticed any on the drive over was an testament to the emotional damage her new 'assistant' Katja was able to produce unto her. Memories begin flooding in. LXW... that bitch of a GM.... the one that had been caught with The Fam.. wasn't she a Blackheart?

.... Unfuckin'believable.... She ended up having an entire God-damned company out of it.. lucky bitch-

They are in their off-season currently. A portion of their shares were just forcibly bought out from under their feet. I'm sure they would welcome someone of your talent and fame as a potential savior at this point.

...... Ah.. of course..

Lilith glances sideways at Katja. How painfully obvious it was, that this was the entire purpose of her bringing her here... but with an answer, stemmed even more confusion and questions of intrigue... but more to the point, questions akin to what the fuck is going on here style discussions.

What makes you think I have any interest in Professional Wrestling anymore Katja... I gave that life up years ago. It brings too much stress and drama, drama I don't need anymore. It's become less and less an actual sport and more and more a poor imitation of HBO's Spartacus. Hell;

It doesn't even have as many good looking females as Spartacus does.

Why on EARTH, would I go back to Blackheart of all people? She's stuck up, incompetent, lousy with public relations - Fuck, I'M a good P.R. rep! You know how many Future Shock and P.W.N. U shirts I sold, without even being in the same company!? Plus she isn't even really that hot-

~ This is of course, Lilith NOT realizing that the particular Blackheart running XWA, is NOT the same Blackheart who was running her particular show whilst her time in LXW. Just to seed out confusion ~

Are you really comfortable with your life as it is now Lilith? Is this all the mighty Creighton line will become in it's dying breath? A swimsuit and underwear model for a magazine?

..... You know, I'm incredibly pissed off, filled with rage.. but all I can muster is the question of WHY YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY NEW FUCKIN' ASSISTANT!

... So is that a yes Katheryne do some back round checking for me on the new business prospect?

... I.... but... you.. I.. can't.. even....

Too filled with rage. Lilith's ability to conjugate insults has been lowered due to lack of oxygen flow in proportion with the boiling blood within her veins. Give her a couple.

Lilith ends up clenching her fists, she grabs her bag out of the backseat, her arms gliding through the open window before she storms off in the direction of the hotels front entrance. She wasn't going to engage in a battle of wits with some upstart-.. fuck..

How old is that damn brat?!

Meanwhile... Katja smiles in triumphant victory, her stare lands on the 1 Penn Plaza, the home of the Blackheart owned company and franchise of XWA..

The home of her target.

~ Checkmate


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Next time on the New Adventures of Old Lilith;

Will Lilith make contact with XWA HQ?
Will she confront her long time arch nemesis the icy cold bitch-GM Carmella Blackheart?

What is Katja's goal for bringing Lilith to XWA?
How old IS she actually?
Where IS that kid with my Latte!?

Stay tuned.