Post by raYne on Mar 15, 2014 6:08:06 GMT -5
+ ~ Tuesday. March 4th, 2014 ~ +
The scene opened to the interior of a double-wide trailer, somewhere in the mobile housing district of Flakezville, Alabama. The time fell between noon and 1pm, and the sun shone brightly through the trailer's opened window. Beams of light filtered through the opening, as the sound of water dripping into a sink could be heard. A hand extended from off-camera, grasping the faucet handle, before twisting, and shutting off the water. The camera then followed into the living area, where the same figure rested down upon a recliner... the hand procured a remote control, aiming it towards the waiting television screen, before flipping it on. The DVR was then turned on, and a scene from the debut edition of LAW was displayed --
{Lilith boosts Danica to a seated position on the top rope and looks to climb up with her, but Danica punches her in the gut to stop her. Danica again hooks Lilith's head, but Angelique climbs up on the apron. Danica is distracted, but she maintains as she swings off for a DDT, but Lilith pushes off and Danica gets clotheslined on the top rope! Danica stumbles right into Lilith who positions her, and then connects with the Bloody Mary [Leg trap sunset flip powerbomb] and keeps the pinfall 1....2...3! | Lilith stands and stares at Danica as Angelique enters the ring. Lilith starts stomping Danica, and Angelique looks on in approval. Referees run down to the ring to try and break it up but Angelique just stares them down and they hesitate. The jeers then turn to cheers as Roxi Johnson parts the referees and slides into the ring, before physically pulling Lilith off. Angelique and Lilith stare at Roxi as she tells them to leave, the referees enter the ring after a moment, and Lilith and Angelique exit.}
Troy Franklin: Thank goodness order has been restored.
Duke King: But Lilith Maddox has advanced along with Miss Michelle.
Troy Franklin: Thank goodness order has been restored.
Duke King: But Lilith Maddox has advanced along with Miss Michelle.
The screen was then switched off with the press of a button. The hand placed the remote back down, before lifting a can of beer up from the counter. A few swigs, and the figure emerged from the chair... before turning, and brushing past the camera. Our sights never picking up the figure's face.
~ ~ ~
Nowhere, Oklahoma. The birthplace of 'The Storm'... raYne. A man that had traveled across the U.S. from continent to continent for the better part of thirteen years. Company to company, in the pursuit of greatness. But only finding dissapointment. Failure after failure, all at his own hands. The potential for such success, snatched away again & again by his unwillingness to focus, or to alter his behavior. A short fuse. A mind constantly racing. And a dark side, drawing him from time to time into a seemingly inescapable depression. A past that lingered eternally in the deep recesses of his own psyche. A past that constantly limited his present, and stole away his future.
raYne lie on his bed, covers pulled over his chest, as he stared up at the ceiling. The time read 12:30pm, and he had yet to budge. His hair was a mess, his eyes groggy, and his hands clutching the sheet... as he glared above, lost in thought. Everything he'd attempted up to this point, had always led to the exact same result... but he was ready for that cycle to come to an end.
The phone rang.
And then a second time.
Startled from his daze, raYne glanced toward his phone on the counter. After a moment's hesitation and a few more rings, raYne lifted the receiver, bringing it to his ear. "...hello?"
"Yo, cuz. It's Sarah."
raYne's cousin. Sarah Gordon, aka 'snOw'. A slight smile spread across his tired face, as he gently nodded his head to himself. "Sarah... how ya doin'? It's been a little while."
"Well, I reckon I could use some advice. See, I saw this chick... Danica Jones. This comp'ny, Ladies All-Star Wrasslin'. I see her puttin' in work, bustin' her ass to get that win. They got this huge tourn'ment goin' on, for the World strap. An' I see this low-down, no-good, sorry ass BITCH, Lilith Maddox and her two-bit, half-brained bestie Angelique Dobson. The two got the combined IQ of a crack-addicted, mentally challenged, brain dead chimpanzee. And what do they do? They go an' STEAL the win from this lil gal, an' go on tah berate her till some chick by the name ah Roxi makes the save. An' the WHOLE TIME... all I keep thinkin' is...
"... this chick Danica. She's gotta be one ah the cutest pieces ah ass I ever did see. I wouldn't mind savin' her from a couple ah tramps any ol' damn day of the week!"
One thing about snOw. She loved the ladies. And she didn't care who knew it. raYne chuckled softly to himself, rolled his eyes, and spoke. "You want in on that place, don't ya babe?"
"Does a pig want in on a big ol' pile ah shi-"
"DON'T... don't finish that. I'll take it as a 'yes'. Sooo... what advice, pray tell, are you calling for, hun?"
"Reeve... I wanna manager. I want someone to be in my corner, when I start whuppin' that ass, and start takin' a few names, like only the 'Chill Factor' can. I want someone to watch my back, just in case some lil hussies like Angelique or Lilly-pie decide they wanna stick their gat dam nose in where it don't belong. You know any chicks that might be available?"
raYne scratched his head, turning an eye outside the open window. His home was a huge, elaborate mansion, which he referred to as the 'Mac Manor' after one of his nicknames-- $hane-o-mac 3ry. It was vast, filled with all sorts of extravagant furnishings and means of entertainment. It could certainly be a fun place to live. But living by himself... it could also prove to be quite lonely. He smiled. "Ya know, Sarah. I think I may have JUST the person for you." He looked back up at the celing, "What if you took me on as your manager? I'd LOVE to get back on the road, and get back into the action. Even if it were simply to lend my assistance when needed. If one of those 'All-Star Ladies' even attempts to interfere in one of your matches? I can easily hold them off till you get the job done. I want to get back into the business. And this seems like the perfect opportunity."
A pause came over the line. Before a small chuckle... followed by a few words. Short. Sweet. Succint. To the point. "Reeve... you got yerself a deal."
raYne grinned. And nodded his head. As the scene faded out.
"I'm the best mistake
You'll ever make.
"...I'm trouble."
~ ~ ~
+ ~ Friday. March 7th, 2014 ~ +
She had signed on the dotted line. Her future was sealed. And her cousin, raYne, aka Reeve Gordon, would be coming along for the ride. The day before, they'd sent in a pair of video packages, meant to hype their arrival in the Land of the Ladies. And today, they were headed for The Ford Center in Evansville, Indiana. A stacked card set to advance the World Title tournament, and in the main event? A nine woman, 'Second Chance' battle royal to determine one of the participants in the Marquee Title Match. snOw wanted to be front row and center, to take in the action, and to prepare for what lie ahead.
She sat in the passenger side of raYne's hot pink convertible, arm rested upon the edge of the rolled-down window. As she stared out through the opening, she smiled in the glistening sunlight.
She was ready.
'I'm a southern belle, crazier than hell.
Gettin' WILD up in here,
Gettin' LIVE up in here,
'Burnin' up, up in here. Turnt up, up in here.
'We tear the roof UP...
Now we up outta here.'
"Cuz. Ya know what I like most about the first night?" snOw asked her cousin, without turning her attention from the road as it sped along, buildings passing beside the traveling convertible. "Y'know, the first night ya step into a new comp'ny, nobody knows yer name, nobody gives a damn. They see ya comin' in like ya own the place. They 'spect ya tah fall flat on your ass and disappear within a week. Just like the rest."
She glanced toward raYne, his hands on the wheel, eyes focused straight ahead... but a smile playing at his lips. A knowing smile.
"What happens, when that no-name, fly-by-night, nothin' happenin', never gonna go NOWHERE flash in the pan... steps up to the plate. Grabs that bat by the neck. Swings fer the fences...
"...and proves each, and EVERY, last gat dam one of them wrong?"
raYne peered to the side, at his cousin. He smiled, before shaking his head and turning his eyes back to the road ahead. "I'd say they finally met a gal that's not gonna just take her ball and go home. She's gonna take that ball, rush down the field, and carry that sumbitch in for a touchdown."
snOw chuckled lightly to herself, cracked her knuckles, and turned her focus back through the window... "Yer damn right."
'Bang, bitch... ya think I'm strange, bitch?
It gets bananas like a fuckin' 'rangatang, bitch.
Don't worry 'bout me. I got it all arranged, bitch.
Mind yo' bidness... stay in yo' LANE, bitch.
Oh yeah, I'm the Southern Belle...
I told ya'll once befo'? I git crazier than HELL.
Get wild, up in here. Get LIVE, up in here.
Turnt up, up in here...
'Burnin' UP, up in here.'
+ ~ Friday. March 9th, 2014 ~ +
The convertible slowly pulled into the parking lot, outside the Ford Center. Hundreds of cars lined the area, and the arena was clearly sold out. L.A.W. had made a bit of a splash since its entrance into the industry, and they had the following to prove it. The fans wanted something different, a company that could prove that the art of women's wrestling wasn't a lost one. Not by a long shot.
The driver's side door swung open, and raYne stepped out, bedecked in a purple tee adorned with a glittering Superman logo. He wore a pair of skin-tight jeans, a leather vest, a studded checkerboard belt, and a pair of jet black leather boots with zippers up the sides. raYne's hair was left un-straightened, in its natural, wild, curly form. And around his throat, his most prized possesion-- a crystal dragon pendant, which has always reminded him of his childhood hero-- 'The Deite's Dragon', Javex Valerius.
And then, the passenger side door was abruptly shoved open, and LAW's newest addition stepped out from the interior. Flask in hand. Snake skin boots. A pair of shredded Wrangler's, brown belt fitted through the loops and an over-sized, rhinestone bedazzled skull belt buckle right in the middle. A black tanktop seemingly bursting at the seams from the contents it contained in the chest region. And on her face? A smile. Proud and confident.
snOw glanced over at her cousin, who returned the look... before they both headed inside the confines of the building.
An hour or so later, raYne and snOw were seen standing backstage, eyes intensely glued to the monitor as they soaked in the action. Finally, the battle royal took center stage, and snOw watched as the gal she had a tad of a crush on, Danica Jones, competed for a shot at the Marquee Title. snOw cringed as the pretty little lady unceremoniously tumbled over the top rope after trying to eliminate both Skye Sparks and Cindy Warren.
"Reeve... this chick seems tah have a bit of a losin' streak goin' on..."
raYne chuckled lightly. "Well. You're not interested in her in-ring skill. I gotta feeling you're watching this match for a whole 'nother reason."
"Ya got that right... it sure as hell ain't tah see her get her fanny knocked intah next week... though, she sure as hell has a nice one. Wouldn't mind bendin' her over and--"
raYne's eyes widened and he yelped, "SARAH!!"
snOw smirked innocently, "Hey... yer bi. And ya tend tah favor the gals. Admit it. Chick's got a nice backdoor."
raYne shook his head, as the scene faded out once more... before re-opening, a day later. March 10th, and the camera locked on an upper body shot of 'The Chill Factor'. She spoke...
"Danica. Sweetie, I been in this here business for more than a cup ah coffee. Maybe 'bout four, five years, goin' on six... and I ain't never seen a gal like you. You're a beauty, but'cha also carry a load of intelligence. You're beautiful AND ya got the brains. Ya even got the heart. But what'cha ain't got? Is the brawn. I pack muscle that would put some men tah shame. And I may cotton tah yer sweet face, and wouldn't mind puttin' an arm around ya... but don't think for one second I'm afraid to put the boots to ya if need be.
"I heard I gotta match with yuz come two weeks from now. Darlin', that's fine by me. Since I'm new, allow me tah introduce muh-self. The name's Sarah Gordon. But you can call me snOw... 'The Chill Factor'. I'm a roughneck, redneck babe and yes, I like the ladies. Ain't no man that can handle a broad like me. They get jealous when a woman can kick more ass than them, can show 'em up in anything... when that woman can put in WORK. Not tah mention when that same gal knows how tah please a woman better than they could if they had three rods growin' out their private parts and they had all the sex appeal of a cross between Romeo and Don Juan. Babe... I'm that woman. And trust me... I can rock your world.
"But I can also be the end of it."
snOw peers off to the side, removing her sight from the camera for a moment. "Danica... darlin'. I hate to break it to ya...", snOw then looks back at the camera. "But when we meet in the ring? I ain't got no choice but to break YOU. I'll be sure tah pick you up off the mat so I can make it up to ya. Full body massage. And I'll even cook ya a meal... hope ya like soup through a straw. BAM!!"
snOw laughs to herself, before walking off camera... leaving the lens to pick up a message scrawled on the wall in the background. Written in blood red, the message simply states...
Tick. Tock.