Post by raYne on Apr 4, 2014 4:52:14 GMT -5
+ ~ Wednesday. March 26th, 2014 ~ +
It had been three days since snOw's successful debut against the cousin of Angel Kash - Danica Jones. snOw had taken a liking to the pretty-faced heir to the Jones empire. But all the same, snOw herself had a cousin to make proud - raYne. And in defeating Danica, she had done just that. But her journey had only just begun. snOw sat in the driver's seat of raYne's hot pink convertible, her arm rested on the rolled-down window's edge. She flicked her cigarette a bit, smirking. Content with herself, and the way things were headed. She gazed out through the open window, the car parked on the side of the road, the car stereo bumping Snoop Dogg's remix of 'Riders on the Storm'. She lifted a cold can of Dr. Pepper up from the cupholder, chugged it down, finished it off, before crushing it in her fist, and tossing it out upon the gravel. snOw, aka Sarah Gordon, revved up the engine, and headed toward her next destination. First, the motel to pick up her cuz. And then? Louisville, Kentucky... and a meeting with a certain 'Weather Girl'.
-- half an hour later --
raYne sat on the side of the bed, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a black t-shirt adorned with a hot-pink heart in the center... and in his hands, he held a Nerdtindo 4DS. He tapped away at the buttons, playing his favorite game - Super Twilight Sisters. A game involving two gals, Sara and Lil, and their quest for a clue. It is a game with infinite levels, and no ending. *bah-dum-tsch*
Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked raYne's cousin, 'The Chill Factor', snOw. raYne paused the game, set the handheld down, and turned his attention to his cuz.
"Sarah, darling, how are ya babe?!"
snOw smiled broadly. "Doin' damn good, Reeve. DAMN good. Picked up the win this past Sund'y, and I gotta feelin' that's JUST the start. I don't think LAW knows just how much ass I'm ready tah kick, but when I step intah the ring, I'm gonna show 'em! Crushin' barbie dolls, breakin' necks & cashin' checks? That's what I do best, and the fun's JUST gettin' started."
raYne chuckled lightly to himself. "You got that right, hun. And I checked the website... your next victim is totez perf'. She goes by the name 'Weather Girl'. Fiona Williams."
snOw tilted her head slightly, cracked her knuckles, and grinned. She arched her eyebrow, and nodded in agreement...
"That is perfect, ain't it?"
+ ~ Sunday. March 30th, 2014 ~ +
The scene returned to the convertible, now with raYne at the wheel. 'Riders on the Storm' once again played, as raYne & snOw traveled down the highway, making their way toward LAW's next stop. raYne spoke up first.
"Sarah, hun? You hear from your brother, Tony?"
Sarah shook her head, "Nah, he's been busy. He's stationed in Fort Hood down in Texas, and he's been handlin' his business. I'm damn proud of him. I've always been different from other gals, a little tougher, a little rougher. But he was always the one that made sure people didn't mess with me. I could handle my own, but the place we come from... they look down on people like us. And it was always nice to pack a little back-up. You mess with one Gordon? You bring the whole fam upon your ass. And Tony's always brought guns to battle. He don't need a rifle tah drop a man. He's a walkin' weapon."
raYne nodded, and cranked the radio up just a tad, as the convertible continued to make its way toward Louisville...
+ ~ Wednesday. April 2nd, 2014 ~ +
raYne and snOw stopped off at a diner in the outskirts of Louisville, to grab a quick bite. Stepping through the door, a few of the locals cast a glance at the colorful raYne and butch snOw. The two were a bit out of place, but they didn't pay any attention to the glares. They simply took a seat, and ordered a couple of burgers. The tv was on, and turned to the local news station. raYne sipped from his Sprite, while snOw sunk her teeth into a massive hamburger, topped with onions, bacon, cheese and enough ketchup to overflow and splatter against the counter below.
Suddenly, something caught her eye.
She glanced up at the tv set, and saw the reporter speak of an incident in Texas. Fort Hood... a shooting. Her eyes widened in horror, as she dropped the burger to the counter, and raYne, oblivious to the situation, asked her what had upset her.
"Reeve, Tony!!"
"What about Tony?", raYne asked with worry in his voice.
"There's been a shooting at Fort Hood, and they said he's been injured!"
raYne quickly turned his sight toward the set, and stood up. He rushed toward the diner's phone, and placed a call. Contacting the base, he attempted to gather as much information as possible. snOw continued to stare at the screen in shock...
'Turn your ugly face.
Are you so surprised to see me?
Yeah, I was your little childhood playground toy.
'And if I remember...
Yeah, if I do remember rightly?
'I said the tables would be turned around boy.'
+ ~ Thursday. April 3rd, 2014 ~ +
She sat in a wooden chair, outside the motel. Just gazing ahead, at nothing in particular. On the outside, she looked frozen. On the inside, in her mind, so many thoughts criss-crossed, driving her closer and closer to madness. It had been one day, but it seemed like an eternity. Not knowing. Not having the power to find out if her brother would survive. She felt as if everything was out of her control, and as if she could snap at any moment. Growing up, Tony was the kid that always had her back. When some punk would try to pick on her for playing with trucks instead of dolls; when some little brat would tell her she couldn't play with him and the other boys because she was a gal; when some mean little girl would call her names for dressing differently and acting differently... Tony was there. And he was the one that set things right.
Now? She felt as if she could lose him at any second, and she wouldn't even know about it till it was too late.
She looked up at the sky above, wondering, just maybe, if there WAS a heaven, maybe he was up there... looking down upon his little sis. Feeling proud of her, for making a name for herself. And hoping she'd stay strong, keep marching on, and prove all those mean little kids wrong...
A voice called out. "Sarah Gordon?!"
snOw snapped back to reality, and glanced at the source of the voice... a man, seemingly around snOw's age, with a slightly balding head of hair, a bit of a gut, and a grin plastered across his face.
"Sarah Gordon, that IS you!! Boy howdy, it's been a while!"
snOw arched an eyebrow. "Jim Hill? Last time I saw you, you was at prom, tryin' tah get Lacey Roberts tah dance with yer sorry ass."
"And she woulda too, if... well, if she ain't had no boyfriend."
snOw chuckled. "Yep. An' I hear they's married now, ain't that right?"
Jim looked a bit upset at this remark. "That ain't mean nothin', that ain't the point ah me bein' here. I heard on the six o'clock news yer ol' bro, Tony, he got shot at Fort Hood. That right?"
snOw's sarcastic smile quickly transformed into a grimace. "That's right. What's it to ya?"
Jim pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a cocky look on his face, and he looked down at the ground.
"Hey, I just wanted tah give my condolonces." He then looked back up at snOw. "And let'cha know, if the bastard dies? He ain't goin' up there" Jim pointed one index finger overhead. "Naw. He's goin' somewheres a bit warmer. But hey, the good news is? When you break yer damn neck in one ah yer little wrasslin' matches and get yer life cut short? You'll be able to join 'im. Make sure ya pack some marshmallows. It's gonna be toasty!!"
snOw's eyes grew to the size of saucers, as she raised from the chair, cracking her knuckles. "Whoa, wait ONE gat dam, cotton-pickin' minute. Yer tryin' tah tell me, that my brother just got SHOT, and the only thing yer sorry ass can do is make jokes? Ya got jokes, is that it?"
snOw stepped away from the motel, toward Jim, with a fierce glare in her eyes. The man that bullied her as a child looked as if he was beginning to have second thoughts on his 'visit'. The little girl had grown into a woman. And she carried 'guns' as big as Tony's.
"So, ya got jokes right? Well, hey, I like a good laugh or two." snOw stood right before Jim, her eyes locked on his... the man's knees starting to tremble. "C'mon Jim. Go 'head... make me laugh."
"I-I-" Jim stuttered, breathing heavily. "I just-I didn't mean tah-" Jim began to laugh nervously, realizing that, though she may be a gal, snOw was in FAR better shape than he had ever been, and if she wanted to, she could finally put him in his place. No back-up needed.
Jim continued to struggle for a few words. "Sarah, hey, look, I ain't no muscle-man, I ain't no wrassler. I just was messin' with ya, ya kno? Wasn't lookin' fer a fight. C'mon, let's let bygones be bygones? The past is the past, I hope yer brother has a speedy recovery. Hey, he's in my prayers, alrighty? I believe the Lord'll be lookin' after 'im, and he'll-"
snOw cut Jim off. "The LORD? Ya know what, Jim? The Lord works in mysterious ways. That's what they say, right? Well... so does The Storm."
Jim looked puzzled... before being spun around, and locked into a french kiss. By none other than raYne. raYne forced Jim to the ground, using his patented finisher - The Kiss of Death. A mandible claw... with tongue. raYne quickly sucked the life from the big bully, leaving him unconcious. raYne rose up, wiping his mouth, and looking toward snOw.
snOw shook her head. "Ya know I coulda handled that big oaf m'self, right?"
raYne nodded. "Yes I do, my dear. But he's not worth it. You've got your second match coming up, and you need to save it for the ring."
snOw sighed, before placing a palm on raYne's shoulder. "Welp. You gotta clean this mess up. Lift his fat ass up and dump him where he belongs."
snOw glanced toward the nearby dumpster, before looking at raYne with a sinister smirk. raYne nodded, displaying a shit-eating grin.
"You got it, dude."
~
'So you're gonna chase me now boy?
Yeah, you're gonna corner me now boy?
You think you're gonna threaten me now boy?
Somehow I don't think so...
Yeah, you're gonna stamp me down now boy?
Yeah, you're gonna CRUSH me down now boy?
You think you're gonna threaten me now boy?
'Somehow I dont think so.'
+ ~ Thursday. April 4th, 2014 ~ +
The camera slowly faded into a shot of snOw, clad in a pair of camo pants and an olive green, military-style tanktop. And around her throat, she wore dog tags, in honor of her brother. She paced back and forth, her mind clearly not entirely focused on the match ahead. With the events of April 2nd, her heart was torn. She wanted to set her eyes on her match with 'The Weather Girl'... but she couldn't shake the thoughts running through her head. She spoke, still pacing, her voice showing the fury within.
"Fiona Williams. Honey, you're in the wrong place, at the WRONG fuckin' time. A lotta shit's goin' down in my personal life, I gotta let all ah this out on someone. And hun," snOw suddenly halts in her tracks and turns toward the camera, her face awash in anger. "It's gonna haftta be you. Sorry 'bout yer damn luck."
snOw runs her fingers through her hair, speaking inbetween heavy breaths. "Ya call yerself the 'Weather Girl'. Well, bitch, I'm gonna make this short, sweet, and to the point. I gotta little forecast for ya. And it's grim. A torrent is comin' in, and it's gonna blow yer scrawny lil ass away. Showers of fists to your bony lil body. A hurricane of feet tah yer face. And a BLIZZARD of pain, shakin' you tah yer very core. And when all's said and done? Yer gonna haftta stick to yer day job. Go back tah wavin' yer hands in front of a green screen... leave the squared circle to the REAL women."
snOw slowly moves into the camera, and utters her catchphrase, but in a low, hushed whisper as opposed to her usual loud and brash tone...
"Bam, bitch."
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