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| Kassie Khane | Oct 15 2012, 09:54 AM Post #1 |
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SCW Presents: Dallas Delights (Stacy Kissinger & Tatum McGraw) vs. Doomsday (Vanessa Havoc & Sarah Danger) vs. Hannibal 3 RP Limit for singles; 4 per team for tag Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, October 27, 2012 ~~GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!~~ |
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| The Renegade Rocker | Oct 24 2012, 11:26 PM Post #2 |
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On the last episode of HellFire… It was a Canadian Thanksgiving of chaos for the family of Hannibal. Moments before settling in for a feast, The Monster of SCW seemed to go out of control, inevitably attacking members of his own team! The rampage came to a climax when an unsuspecting Kenneth Gibson arrived, only to have the life choked out of him by the out of control monster. It wasn’t until the soothing voice of Cammi, Hannibal’s daughter, that somehow, the monster was silenced… Wyoming: First time you’ve seen him like this, huh, Kenneth? Kenneth: Wha...What...What happened to him? Meanwhile, while Kenneth rationalized his near death experience, The SCW World continued to turn. Hannibal’s match with Tatum McGraw, half of the Dallas Delights went on as planned. After several near match ending moves on Tatum’s part, Hannibal seemed to have another victory within his grasps…literally… Knots: “Bear Hug…Hannibal is taking her back to her bucking bronco days! Not quite what she used to do, huh?!” Sharper: “Tatum is quickly fading! Quickly Hannibal to squeezing the life out of her!” The moment was to be show lived, however, as a certain “Golden Sensation” named Stacy Kissinger came out of nowhere and began exchanging blows with the SCW Monster! Unfortunately for the two their long awaited clash would have to wait, for Doomsday was approaching. The team of Vanessa Havoc and Sarah Danger, two women our “hero” had wronged since his chaotic debut less then 2 months ago decided they’d had enough of Hannibal as well, planting the 360 pounder with a vicious chokeslam! Will things turn around for Hannibal or is the Road to Under Attack littered with greater misfortunes? And what does the attack against his team mean? And, if this narrator is bold enough to ask… What about Kissinger and her Dallas Delights…and Doomsday? All these questions and more will be answered…tonight… Welcome to the 2 hour “Halloween Special” of HellFire… Episode 4: HellFire Unleashed Chapel (V.O): And it’s about damn time!! ***************************************** Part 1: The Plan Under Attack is less than 72 hours away The main room of the warehouse. Quiet as a tomb, despite it having 6 live bodies currently occupying it. Kenneth Gibson sat alone in one of the chairs that littered the main room. Without really looking at anyone, he ran his fingers gently along the stubble coated skin of his neck. He didn’t mind the quiet. He was still in shock after the events of his Thanksgiving visit. He winced. The skin hurt against his touch. He cursed silently, sucking in his breath to muffle the noise. No one seemed to hear him. Wouldn’t have mattered if they had he was sure. Everyone was on edge. And for good reason. Yet, despite the obvious tension in the air, none of Hellfire members residing in the room (Jayson, Roy, or the twins) spoke. The sound of seagulls squawking outside sounded faint but added a touch of annoyance to the situation. At least it appeared to have this effect on the couch laden body of Jayson Harris. With each high pitch squawk, his brow grew darker and his grip tighter around his staff that lay nestled against his chest. Silence once more…. Bird: SQUAAAAWWWK!!!! Gambit jumped off the couch as if he’d been shot out of a cannon. With everything he had, he hurled the staff towards the sound of the squawk, all the while screaming… Jayson: FUCKING GULLS!!!! Kenneth watched in awe as the staff struck the building wall, forcing itself deep into the surface and hanging there. The vibration of the hollowed staff echoed through the entire building. Kenneth realized it must have struck a metal support beam within the wall. He also realized the sound of the vibration was the purest pitch he had never heard. He also realized that the vibrating staff was hanging perilously less than 6 inches from the perch that Chapel was sitting on!! The team hacker let out a sigh, looking up at the raging Cajun. Chapel:… Jayson:…. Chapel:…Little tense? Jayson: Ya think!? Chapel: Well… He eyes the staff hanging beside him. Chapel: the thought keeps sticking with me. No one said anything. Chapel was known for his puns and this was no time to acknowledge how bad they were. Only Kenneth shook his head as he gazed towards the door that lead to Hannibal's room. Jayson: Where the hell is he?! Where's Wyoming!? I got better shit to do today then hang out with you all. Kenneth watched Jayson throw his little tantrum, feeling sympathy for the young hot head. He'd come to expect this from the raging cajun, but there was logic to his concerns. Hannibal had called this meeting, stating that it was time to set the plan in motion. What that meant, Kenneth still wasn't sure. They had all met at the designated time, but no Hannibal. Touching his neck once more, Kenneth couldn't help but feel that might not be such a bad thing. It's called the Primal State.... The voice of Wyoming echoed through his mind, recalling him back to that night Hannibal nearly destroyed them all. He could see Hannibal lying unconscious on the couch, Cammi standing over him with Wyoming as the rest of the team straightened up the room that was in the wake of Hannibal's destructive path. Kenneth: The what? Wyoming: Human begins did not start off buying latte's or driving around BMWs while listening to the latest Bieber song on their Iphones. We began on all fours...as prey. Running from shelter to shelter, hiding place to hiding place, just trying to avoid the bigger, stronger animals that would eat us. Then, one day, man stood up... ...then he made fire... ...then he made weapons out of rocks and sticks... ...suddenly, mankind wasn't the lowest of the foodchain. The prey had become the predator. Kenneth: The theory of evolution. Wyoming: Exactly. Kenneth: What does that have to do with Hannibal. Wyoming: Do you remember serving in the army, Kenneth? Do you remember that feeling when you looked down the barrel of an enemies gun, facing death head on? Do you remember what your first thought was? Kenneth glanced away for a minute, memories of the sand filled deserts filled his vision. The sound of screams and klashnikoffs firing all around him blasted his ear drums. Then, not 3 feet away, he was there. An enemy. Kenneth didn't know his name or anything about him except that he was an enemy... ...and he had his weapon pointed right between Kenneth's eyes. Wyoming: What was your first thought, Kenneth? The sound of bones breaking and blood curdling screams echoed within his head, but his vision had returned. He was staring at Wyoming again. At least, now, he remembered the answer. Kenneth: Survive... Wyoming: It is our oldest and greatest instinct. Our need to survive no matter the cost. Imagine what it was like, to be at the top of the food chain in a world...infinitely more violent then ours. After being at the bottom for so long, do you really think mankind ever wanted to go back? Kenneth didn't answer. He didn't need to. Wyoming returned her gaze to the unconscious monster. She let out a sigh, as if she were fighting with some great decision. Finally, she turned back to Kenneth with an expression of sadness he'd never seen in the toughest of the HellFire team. Wyoming: Hannibal has Type 1 Alpha Methylglutaconicaciduria. Chapel: Wyoming... Kenneth glanced over to see chapel shooting them both a warning glance. It had become clear to Kenneth over the past week that Chapel, despite bravado and constant sarcasm, was the closest member of the team to Hannibal and Wyoming. Kenneth dare thought that Hannibal would even consider Roy his friend, if the monster were capable of such feelings. That "friendship" was on full display as Chapel's own protective instinct came into play. Wyoming: I know Chapel, but Kenneth deserves to know. He almost lost his life tonight. Besides, if he is going to be on this this team, we need to start trusting him. Chapel:.... Wyoming: It's what Hannibal would want. You know it is. Chapel:... Chapel finally let out a sigh and nodded his head. Without another word, he resumed the task of cleaning. Kenneth: What is alpha methylglutaconicaciduria Wyoming: It's a rare disorder that prevents the body from producing energy in the mitochondria of cells. Really rare. In Hannibal's case, there have been less then 20 cases ever reported. Kenneth: Is it fatal? Wyoming: It can be. That's not his issue. Kenneth: Death is not his issue?! Wyoming: It's the side effects that he wishes to remove. Kenneth: What side effects? Wyoming: His delayed speech is probably the most noticeable. Well, that and his abnormal muscle tone. Kenneth: You could notice that muscle tone from space. Wyoming: You may not notice it due to his intense training of them but there is also a slight delay of both his mental and motor skills. Kenneth could hardly believe there was any delay in hannibal, mentally. The man was brilliant. However, Kenneth said nothing. Wyoming continued. Wyoming: Elevated levels of acid in the blood and tissues, and spasms and weakness affecting the arms and legs. Kenneth: For a man trying to conquer the world... Wyoming: Change...for the better! Kenneth: such conditions would be detrimental. Even debilitating. Wyoming:...It's worse then that...Cammi has the same disease. Kenneth turned to look at Cammi, who was smiling at him. She shrugged her shoulders playfully, still as chipper and happy as ever. This news hit him harder then he expected. He wasn't sure why. Wyoming: Granted, it is not as severe. Fortunately, she isn't even showing symptoms, but as she ages... Kenneth: She could. Wyoming: Hannibal would do anything to save his daughter. Even betray that instinct we spoke of. So, he's been working on a cure. If not for them both, then just for Cammi. He thought he'd found it. But... Kenneth: Kind of hard to find test subjects when there are less then 20 examples ever reported. Wyoming: It was impossible, even on the tissue sample level. Kenneth: But Hannibal has never taken no for an answer.... Wyoming: ...He realized that he had the perfect test subject... Kenneth: ...himself... Wyoming: At first, the injections seemed to work. His responses were faster. His spasms stopped, and even his mental skills were sharper. It seemed too good to be true. Kenneth: Was it? Wyoming:...yes...Hannibal started producing too much energy. Adrenaline level energy. His body pretty much created a endless Adrenaline high without warning. When that starts pumping through your veins, that instinct kicks in and whoever is in his way... Kenneth: Won't be shortly. Wyoming: The only person able to stop him is Cammi. His love for his daughter is greater then that primal instinct. But each time it gets harder and harder. And the frequency is becoming higher and higher. Kenneth: What is going to happen to him? Wyoming ran her hand along Hannibal's head. Kenneth couldn't help but admire her patience and diligence to him. It was the kind of dedication that was almost as rare as Hannibal's disease. Wyoming: What happens when you run a battery full tilt for too long? Kenneth: It burns out... His voice echoed as Kenneth snapped out of his flash back. The image of Wyoming faded from his site to reveal... The Wyoming of present standing in front of him, a smirk on her face. Wyoming: Next time you're gonna let your mind go somewhere else, Kenneth, tell it to bring back a pizza. The team chuckled as Wyoming passed out folders to each of the team members, who had gathered around the main table of the room where, fortunately, Kenneth had been sitting. Wyoming: As you all know, our target was the Florida Institute of Technology. We've learned that our target will be arriving there within 48 hours. It will be gone within 72. Chapel: Why such a short window? Wyoming: Quick stop for storage before flying over to England, where it will remain in a maximum security vault, surrounded by armed guards on 24 hour patrol and security monitors that cannot be hacked from the outside. We'd have an easier time breaking into fort Knox Jayson: Done Silence Jayson: what? Chapel: Security System of Florida institute? Wyoming: Running a prototype of Kaspersky Chapel let out a low whistle... Kenneth:...is that...bad? Chapel: No, the release of Windows 8 as a "workable" program when it is utter crap is bad. The fame of Justin Beiber is bad. This is the atomic bomb for hackers. Built by the Russians, there is literally no way to break through this system yet. They're letting America test it out first as a sign of "good faith". Why would an institute be wielding that kind of hacker-proof tech? Wyoming: They normally don't. Tells you how badly they want to keep our target safe. Chapel: ya well, you all better have another plan involving the security because, literally, I have nothing. There is no physical way I can hack this system yet. It's too new and too ironclad. If I had a month, or better...A YEAR....I might...MIGHT have something, but in 48 hours... Wyoming: 47 hours and 45 minutes. Chapel (Annoyed): there is no chance I can beat it. Wyoming: Well, we don't need you to beat it, Chapel. Just...make sure it's not there. Chapel: Just make...woman, have you ever used a computer other then as a projectile? You can't just make a security system turn off and disappear. It's not a freaking laptop. A building this size will have back up generators. Lots of them because they need to maintain integrity of their products and data. Not to mention that Kasperky has learning A.I. Anything it deems as a threat, will send it into lockdown mode and, bare in mind, if you do somehow manage to turn it off, which you cant with anything short of a bomb, it will learn the threat and reprogram ITSELF so that it won't happen again. I repeat. I cannot beat a Kasperky this soon. Not possible. Now, if y'all got a better idea, I'm all ears. Wyoming smiles as she walks over and flips open Chapel's folder to page 3. On it, is the image of a armored van as well as a itinerary. Kenneth quickly noticed that there was a 45 minute window when the van would be transported from the Orlando Airport to the Institute tomorrow at 2:30 pm, the best time to avoid any kinds of traffic. That was Wyoming's plan! Kenneth: Hit it before it gets to the unhackable computer...system...thingy... Wyoming: Right... There was silence in the room as Chapel read the itinerary. Except for the sound of Jayson trying to muffle his laughter behind his fist. Chapel: Well...I...Ya that...that'll work... Chapel tried to hide his embarrassment but it was as transparent as his glasses. Chapel: You could have told me I wasn't facing a Kasperky. Wyoming: And miss your world class hissy fit...Not on your life. We hit the van in 23 hours and 41 minutes. Your assignments are in the folder. We'll reconvene in 12 hours to go over the plan/execution. Any questions? Kenneth: umm...ya...What is the target exactly? Jayson cut Wyoming off before she could say anything. Wyoming: Bring the newbie up to speed later. Better question is...Where the hell is Hannibal?? Silence... Wyoming:...Looking after a friend... ************************************************************ HellFire will return after a brief message from our sponsor... Are you tired of having that annoying period every single month? Wish that Mother Nature would leave you alone? Tired of having to stuff yourself with cotton or wear those uncomfortable pads? Guys, does it seem like your woman, be she a Jessica or Sarah or whatever your dating this week, is constantly in a period-bitchy mood? Then you need the DOOMSDAY PILL! The breakthrough for all women wanting to say No-No to Aunt Flo! Extracted from the DANGERous jungles of the Amazon, Doomsday Pills is a revolutionary little pill designed to make your cycle reduce down to 1 week a year! That's one week a year! Without running HAVOC on your body! Giving you 51 glorious weeks of freedom from pain, cramping, bloating, and bleeding! The Doomsday Pill. Taking away your pain...PERIOD.... [font size=2] Warning: Use of Doomsday Pill does not completely remove your period or cycle. It simply compresses it into one week. It is recommended that you isolate yourself from the rest of society. Lock your door, chain yourself up because you will be bitchy as hell. Imagine 12 months of periods all at once. ![]() Scary isn't it? If you need a better example, simply watch women in pro wrestling. Get the idea? For the safety of others, use Doomsday with caution. For the love of God! *********************************************** Location: Construction Site Detroit, MI 3 hours later The moon had risen over the motor city. The sound of the wind created an orchestra for the ears as it struck the metal of the construction site. It was a night that made you feel alive, regardless of your stature in society or your health. Even Hannibal had to admit, he loved nights like this. It was something he looked forward to every day as the sun would set. Now, as the beautiful moon shone overhead, he basked in the glow, letting the night air wrap around him. Moments like these made the pain of the day go away so easily. ???: If only it could last...But with every moon rise...comes its fall. Hannibal: And we are driven back to the shadows from whence we came. The voice of the figureless entity let out a chuckle as Hannibal looked up to the moon. ???: Maybe you can. The rest of us have to work. Hannibal: My old friend, you could have retired years ago. You choose to work. You're a work-a-holic. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the site. From behind one of the many piles of supplies, emerged Sterling Davidson. Between his teeth rested a thick cigar, that he puffed in regular intervals. Hannibal: A work-a-holic who promised they'd quit Sterling regarded the giant that stood in the middle of this site, the moonlight glistening off his mask. He took a long, deep inhale and blew the smoke in Hannibal's direction. Sterling: And you promised you'd keep in touch. Instead, I get to hear about you through newspapers and tv trash. Hannibal turned to him, a puzzled look on his face. Hannibal: What trash? Sterling pulls out his Iphone and tosses it Hannibal. Hannibal regards it for a moment. Sterling has cued up a video which already has Hannibal's face on it. He pushes play and watches as the figure of him sits on a chair in front of the camera. Hannibal (in the video): Dear me... Dear me oh my...It would seem that I have gone and upset quite a few people with what I have done. I mean, perhaps I'm reading too much into it, but when 1 woman tries to slug it out with me and two women see fit to chokeslam me...It suggests that all is not well amongst the tag teams of SCW. And the lowest common denominator of that is...well... *chuckles* Me.... So here we are...Under Attack is among us. The pay-per-view is filled with amazing matches, such as the Adrenaline Chamber. As well as some, not so amazing matches, like Syren putting on her rented World Championship against Christian's Savior's whipping boy, Thirteen. But, a little further down the card...one of the better matches sees the Dallas Delights, Kissinger and McGraw, taking on Doomsday, Havoc and Danger. As much of...thrill...this match is on its own, the powers that be saw fit to add one more element to the mix. One guess who they picked. *points to himself Guess I'm not the only one who figured out that common denominator crap. I guess that I AM the only one who figured that I am so done with this garbage. Ok, the first time against Danger and Kissinger in the battle royal...Great...US Title Opportunity... A week later against Havoc...fine...I'll make an example. A week after that against McGraw...Whatever. It'll give Kissinger a much needed thrill to see someone else dominate her girlfriend for once. I hear she's into that stuff. But now...on a pay-per-view...while Chameleon and Howell, the ladder who was eliminated by ME are fighting for gold and glory... *Breaths heavily ...not in the chamber...not in the main event...but against the same 4 women, all of which I have already beaten to a pulp since I got here? Oh powers that be, I'm afraid you are starting to bore me...and trust your friend Hannibal when he says...You do not want me to have to entertain myself in your company. Bad things happen when I have to entertain myself... Very...bad...things... *Breaths Heavily... Fine...I will indulge this strange fantasy of yours once again. I am nothing if not considerate of the powers that be and their tastes. Speaking of the powers...Ladies...have any of you 4 wondered why they allowed you to bring your "besties" with you to this match but I'm left all by myself? I mean, here you all are, supposedly preparing for the tag team titles...so why is it that Hannibal doesn't need anyone to take on such "great" teams as yourselves?? Hmmmm??? *Silence... Well, I'll let you Dallas Delights dwell on that from your bar in Texas while I have a talk with Doomsday. God knows where they are. Vanessa...my dear Vanessa...It must be such a burden for you...To think that you were so close to actual hitting me with the biggest move in your arsenal just a few weeks ago. I mean, you had me on your shoulders and everything. All you had to do was push just a little bit and...KABOOM... Who could have known you were such a choke artist. I mean, a performance like that was almost as good a choke as the St. Louis Cardinals. Did you give them pointers? Seriously, you could have even fallen backwards and THAT would have been something. But no. You couldn't even do that. So, a powerslam later, who remains undefeated on breakdown? But good effort Vanessa...Great effort... And then there was Sarah Danger...Dear Dear Sarah...When was the last we saw one another...I mean before you had Vanessa chokeslam me. I say Vanessa because, lets face it, she does do all the work for your.."team"... Anyway...when was it...oh yes...it was exactly 2 minutes into the battle royal on aggression. I was tossing you to the outside. First one eliminated. Very impressive. Although, it wasn't like Vanessa did much better. Beaten by a knee. Now that's just embarrassing. I hope Dark Fantasy doesn't employ their knees in combat! Back to you, Sarah. Let me ask...what have you done since then? Win any matches? Been on a fight card at all? Not really!? What a shock! It would seem the only thing that even got you on this pay-per-view card was jumping me. So...the great team Doomsday...is comprised of one choke artist and a wrestler who doesnt get to wrestle... So this is the talent the SCW Tag team division possesses? Makes you wonder how good the tag champs really are. Doomsday, allow me to make this simple for you. Go Home. Go back to whatever Amazon swamp you two crawled out of and stay there because it will be a cold day in hell before you two get anywhere near SCW gold with me around. Tag team or otherwise. You two need one another to comprise 1 barely decent wrestler. I make that and more on my own. And despite your little tantrum against me last week, I have no interest in beating you both yet again. So I am going to give you this one opportunity and let you walk away. I suggest you take it. Otherwise, the only day that will be doomed...will be your own... Hannibal pushed stop on the video, tossing it back to Sterling. Sterling: There's a lot more, ya know. Hannibal: Of course I know. I was there. I dont see the need to watch something I recorded already. Sterling:...If you say so... The two remained silent, their eyes locked on one another. Sterling tried to get a read on Hannibal, but the monster, as always, had his emotions locked off. He had always been good at that. It's what made him such a... Hannibal: What is it you want, Sterling? You didn't hope on a plan just to reminisce and scold me for my hobbies. Sterling: No I did not. Heck, I would have been much happier leaving you to whatever demise you have resign yourself to. You and that HellFire team of yours. I wish Cammi didn't have to be a part of it... Hannibal: Mention her name again and it will be your end, Davidson... Sterling: HOWEVER...I understand...She's special to me to. Hannibal: She should be... Sterling: That's why I've always turned a blind eye to what you and your team have done, even kept the heat off you a couple times. Hannibal: I'm not hearing a reason why you're here yet, and I am getting impatient. Sterling fell quiet, regarding Hannibal. He was still the same Hannibal he knew, but he was so much angrier now, filled with hate and despair. His condition had worsened him so quickly. Sterling almost wondered if he had the right to ask this of such a sick man who had nothing to gain from it and everything to lose. After a moment, he decided he had to ask. Hannibal had just as much a say in this as Sterling himself. With a sigh, he produced a small black sketch book from behind his back. Hannibal recognized it instantly. Hannibal: All your doodles? I imagine you've added a few more since you started. Sterling suddenly tossed the book up to Hannibal, who caught it carefully. Sterling: Only the one marked is important now. Hannibal opened the book to page marked by a red piece of thread. He had no idea who this was. Hannibal: You know, your sketching was never as clear as... It dawned on him mid sentence. His eyes grew wide as he looked back at Sterling. Sterling: Avery Kipsing got early release. Apparently, he got time off for good behavior. Hannibal: 10 years off.... Sterling: I am sure he greased the wheels a bit to. Sterling stopped for a second as Hannibal eyed the picture once more, running his hand on it. He was almost shaking. Sterling: I know how you must feel. Hannibal (whisper): You have no idea how I feel. Sterling: I came here because I need you. When this goes down...I need my old partner back. Hannibal looked back up at him, and for the first time, Sterling could swear there was a look of uncertainty in Hannibal's eyes. Before he was sure, Hannibal had tossed the small black book back to Sterling and was walking away. Sterling: Hannibal? Hannibal stopped in his tracks. Hannibal: I'm not that guy anymore...But if you need me...I'll be there. A wave of relief overtook Sterling. If it weren't for the fear of Hannibal breaking him in two, Sterling would have hugged him. Sterling: Thank you... Hannibal: Not for you...for her... Sterling nodded as he watched Hannibal disappear into the shadows. If nothing else, he was relieved to have Hannibal back on his side. It would make the flight back home far less nerve wrecking. The sound of a gun cocking and the feel of cold steel against the back of his neck changed that in a heartbeat. ???:It's alright Mr. Davidson. You may turn. Slowly... Sterling complied. He came face to face with a smiling young man, dressed in such an elegant white suit that Sterling couldn't believe he hadn't seen him. ???: I need you to answer some questions good sir. Sterling: And if I don't? ???: It's not an option sir. If nothing else, this guy was a pro. That much was clear already to Sterling. ???: My name is Talon...And you are going to tell me all about Hannibal. *************************************** |
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| Quickdraw | Oct 26 2012, 02:40 PM Post #3 |
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![]() ”It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.” -Horace Stacy Kissinger’s House Dallas, TX. 10/25/12 10:00 AM It’s nice ta wrassle in yer home state, last night mah partnah Stacy Kissinger and I wrassled at Breakdown in Austin, TX., only a 3 hour drive from Dallas so we were able ta come home and sleep in our own beds. It’s a beautiful day in Dallas and after last night Stacy and I need a day ta spend together…. Now I usually don’t do this because I really don’t trust a lot of people but as I team with Stacy, as I get ta know her better I feel that not only do we have a connection but we have become like sisters. Wild Bill sees it, he calls us his daughtah’s and even though it feels weird calling him dad at times that’s what he has been ta me these last 15 months. So I brought the Jeep Wranglah, took the top down and decided ta take a little road trip ta Abilene but this time I’m takin’ Stacy with me. I decided ta wear jeans, mah black Cowgirl boots and a black sleeveless top, no Cowgirl hat today, that sumbitch will blow right off mah head but since it is kinda hot I put mah hair in a ponytail, a lot more refreshin’….. Considerin’ Texas has four seasons Drought, Flood, Blizzard and Twister I gotta take advantage of this fine day. The wind today is blowin’ like perfume through a prom as I get ta Stacy’s house, she ain’t expectin’ me so hopefully she doesn’t mind I show up unannounced …. I get to the door and ring the bell, she slowly walks up and opens the door standing in shorts and a tank top, looks like she just woke up, usually she can talk a coon right out of the tree but fer some reason she doesn’t look very talkative, she gives me a warm smile scratching her head and then I see it, she’s barefooted but her ankles, they’re bruised…. I noticed her wrists were a little discolored too last week but I didn’t wanna ask, ya can take the cat outta the bag but ya can’t put the sumbitch back in. I smile back at her…. Tatum:”Mornin’ beautiful, I’m takin’ a little road trip ta Abilene. I want ya ta come with me, so get dressed, I’ll buy ya breakfast along the way.” I can see she’s a bit hesitant ta go, something is botherin’ her and I will get ta the bottom of it, I extend mah hand and say the one word I hardly evah say….. Tatum:”Please?” Stacy gives me that warm smile and grabs mah hand bringin’ me inside, she has a beautiful home, not really mah cup o’ tea but there is a saddle fer every ass… Stacy:”Yes I’ll go, let me go freshen up and I’ll be right back.” I nod and smile at her as she goes ta get ready, I walk around lookin’ at her pictures of her family, parents and friends. She has a beautiful family. Mah family was very close, mah sister Daisy and I were inseparable but a few years ago we had a fallin’ out, I hadn’t talked ta her since. Mom and Dad have always been closed though mah pops is a bit older and ready ta retire….. Damn that girl is faster than a hiccup, she’s ready ta go…. Stacy:”I’m ready Tatum.” She’s dressed casual whom ya usually don’t see, one thing about Stacy is she is really purdy so she knows how ta show it off, the woman is all legs but seeing her in jeans, cowgirl boots even if they’re pink, t-shirt and a ball cap is a bit refeshin’….. Tatum:”Well yes ya are. Come on girlie, let’s hit the road.” We hop in mah red Jeep and drive off ta Abilene…. 3 Hours Later….. We arrive in Abilene, we talked some but she slept most of the way there, I look over at her as she smiles….. Stacy:”Sorry I fell asleep, been a long night.” I know how she feels, I should be sawin’ logs right now in mah own bed but I had ta come ta Abilene before we head out ta Houston for Under Attack….. Tatum:”It’s okay Stacy, ya needed some sleep sugah. I brought ya ta Abilene because there is someone I’d like ya ta meet, someone that I have not brought anyone here with the exception of Bill but I think it’s time.” Stacy nods though I think she is a bit confused until we pull into the Memorial Cemetery and then it all becomes clear ta her…. We’re coming ta see Wendell McGraw, mah late husband. I stop and park the Jeep, we get out and walk over ta his tombstone… Tatum:”Every week I come out here ta visit him. I never bring company with me but I think it’s finally time ya two meet.” I can see it in Stacy’s face, she is extremely sincere, there is no fakin’ it as she hugs me, I hug her back feelin’ good about the choices I have made recently, namely choosin’ her as mah tag team partnah. She has been an incredible influence on me, her personality, her smile and her positive attitude….. Stacy doesn’t have one bad bone in her body no mattah what she has done in the past. I trust her which is more than I can say fer many others I have in the past Trusted. … Tatum:”Wendell baby, I brought mah new tag team partnah and friend, Stacy Kissinger with me so ya can meet her. She has had a positive influence on me lately. She’s born and raised in Texas so she’s one of the good gals.” Stacy and I both get a laugh outta that one but it’s true, we Texans are very proud people. Tatum:”Stacy, this is Wendell, he don’t speak much nowadays.” Stacy smiles and puts her hand on my shoulder as she walks up ta his gravesite, she looks comfortable and I was hopin’ this wasn’t gonna weird her out any. She’s so cute, Wendell would have loved her. Stacy:”Hi Wendell, mah name is Stacy, it’s a pleasure ta meet ya, Tatum talks a lot about ya, she misses ya a whole bunch but from the stories I have heard I don’t blame her. Tatum has become very special ta me, she has become a friend that I can trust in a very short period of time. See Wendell, yer beautiful and extremely talented wife has guts, she has heart and a fightin’ spirit like I have evah seen. She took on this monster named Hannibal, that joker is huge, three times her size and she stood toe ta toe with him. I knew right there that she was special, ya should have seen her Wendell….” Stacy looks over her shoulder with an invitin’ smile, I need ta hold it together, fer her…. Stacy:”Ya would have been so proud, like I was. I said ta myself, THAT’S mah tag team partnah. I promise ya that I will take care of her, that I have her back just like I know she has mine. We’re off to Houston tomorrow to wrassle on Sunday against Doomsday, two big California Girls and that monster, Hannibal. I’ll bring her back safe, ya have my word and mah promise Wendell. See ya later hon.” She pats the tombstone and walks bah me, she hugs me as I hug her back, I can’t hold back the tears anymore as I just say….. Tatum:”Thank ya.” We let go of each other and walk on over to the tombstone, I have ta talk ta him real quick before it’s time ta go….. I bend on one knee and say mah peace….. Tatum:”Hey baby, yup ya met mah tag team partnah, Stacy. She pretty special isn’t she? Wendell I had ta talk ta ya because I have a different purpose now. When I came to SCW I did it with all intent of hurtin’ people in yer name. I never had any plans ta do much of anythin’ else until I met Stacy and then I realized there was so much ta do here. See baby, there is a war about ta happen, people are startin’ ta choose sides and Wendell, I didn’t like the side I was on. People are betrayin’ each other, they are stabbing themselves in the back, turnin’ on the fans and I know ya didn’t care fer the fans Wendell but after seein’ those kids cry when their heroes turned on them……I couldn’t bear it any longer.” I can see Stacy lookin’ over at me, she has this look of pride and yet sadness…. Tatum:”I have ta do what’s right Wendell, I have ta stand up against all of this or the SCW will burn to ashes. Too many factions, too many things going on here and I can’t let it go, I can’t let it happen and I won’t Stacy do it alone. We are in this together and we will fall together fightin’ if we have ta. I know ya understand baby, I know you realize what I’m sayin’. I love ya and will always love ya but I have ta do this not fer ya but fer me. I have ta go, we gotta get back but you remember one thing ya big sumbitch, mah love fer ya is bigger than all of Hell and half of Texas.” I kiss mah palm and tap it on his tombstone, it’s mah goodbye kiss. I start ta make mah way over ta Stacy and put mah arm around her as we walk back ta the Jeep, we get in and strap ourselves as I crank that sumbitch up. Stacy:”Thank ya.” Tatum:”Fer what?” Stacy:”Fer stickin’ bah me, fer being mah friend, mah tag team partnah and fer showin’ me that love does exist.” Mah eyes start to well up as I try ta be strong, she holds mah hand and smiles….. Then it came ta me, I had ta ask her…. Tatum:”We’re gonna be honest with each other right?” Stacy:”Of course, why?” I flip her arm over and expose her wrist….. Tatum:”How did ya get those bruises? After Ammo last week I saw your ankles and wrists bruised up, y apassed right our when ya showed up at the hotel but I noticed. I didn’t say anythin’ before but Stacy I am sayin’ it now. I need ta know what happened? I want ta help ya and ya need ta let me help ya please?” Stacy starts shakin’ her head, I know she is embarrassed because somethin’ happened ta her and I’m gonna find out what. I figured I would get some resistance, I knew I would but if she doesn’t open up ta me how can I help her? This isn’t just about wrasslin’, this is about life.. Stacy:”I’m fine Tatum. Seriously darlin’ I’m fine.” Tatum:”We ain’t goin’ anywhere until ya spill the beans.” I brought out mah stubborn card, I had ta, it’s the only way ta get answers. Stacy:”Tatum please?” Tatum:”We can sit here all dab gum day fer all I care. Start talkin’ missy.” Stacy sighs, I know she doesn’t want ta tell me but in a way I can see that she does want ta share with me something, she has I bottled up inside and that won’t help her out, I just need her ta be honest with herself and with me…. Stacy:”Okay Tatum…..okay. There is this woman named Liz and another named Ali…….” Stacy proceeded ta tell me about the ordeal, how she was basically kidnapped and entrapped, tied up in a dabgum closet buck ass neked like that Carradine fella hangin’ from the clothes rack, I tell ya mah blood was boilin’ I was ready ta just burst out and start whoopin’ some ass…. Except there was a small technicality, we’re in a cemetery, nothin’ but dead people so I ain’t whoopin’ no ass right now. Stacy was hurt so I have to be there ta comfort her, we have ta be on the same page, we have ta so we are ready fer our big match at Under Attack…. We ride together and we die together…. Tatum:”They’re dead….oh hell they are so dead! Those two hussies are greasier than fried lard! I ain’t gonna let anyone hurt ya again! Oh Hell naww…I…..” Stacy cut me off, I think she saw that mah temper was getting the best of me….. Stacy:”Tatum….it’s okay, They are gone, I’m fine sweetie I swear. We need ta concentrate on Doomsday and Hannibal. We need ta put all of our efforts on them and not worry about mah troubles. Ya have mah 100% attention here; ya have mah 100% dedication. We can’t worry about that other trivial stuff; we have ta worry about SCW, our opponents. Hannibal is runnin’ rampant on the women of SCW, Doomsday already had a taste of what we were all about when we beat them at Breakdown but the stakes are now higher, we have ta do this Tatum, no distractions okay?” I can see the passion in her face, her voice. She wants ta win, she is tired of swimmin’ in mediocrity, she wants ta get ta the top and be World Champion, I wanna be Underground Champion; hell we wanna be World Tag Team Champions. I need ta calm down, I have ta chill out, I’m hotter than a honeymoon hotel right now…. Tatum:”Okay Stacy, we focus on Under Attack, ya and I. I don’t wanna see ya get hurt, I’m lookin’ after ya that’s all. We’re partnah’s now so ya have ta deal with mah shit.” Stacy giggles a little, I like ta see her smile, she doesn’t do that a lot lately… Stacy:”I’m okay with that if yer okay with dealin’ with mah bull as well.” Tatum:”Of course I am, I always am. We look out fer each other but promise me one thing, if these bitches ever show up here again ya call me first, I’ll spur em’, brand em’, hog tie em’ and whoop their ass! Do we have a deal?” Stacy:”Deal.” We shake on it so I have her word; I know she won’t break it. That’s why I picked her as mah partner, oh and she cures hangovers let me tell ya. Let her sing her beautiful songs and in an instance, hangover is all gone! I’m tellin’ ya she’s a miracle worker! Tatum:”Let’s head back ta Dallas, we have a long weekend ahead of us and plenty of asses ta kick.” Stacy:”Let it roll!” I crank back up mah Jeep and we take off back ta Dallas. Today was a good day so far, I think mah partnah and I are even closer, she even got ta meet Wendell…. Yeah, today was a dab gum good day….. And so will this weekend, as we stand victorious in front of our crowd in the great State of Texas. Scene Fades AMONGST GIANTS Wayne Ranch Dallas, TX. 10/25/12 Good ole Wild Bill stands in front of his Ranch waiting for his Dallas Delights to return from Abilene….. He wears his traditional white suit, black tie and matching Stetson; he gives a big Texas smile in front of the camera… Wild Bill:”Why hello out there …I say hello out there in TV Land mah good people! It’s good ol’ Wild Bill here yet again ta address ya fans of SCW about the huge match we gotta comin’ at Under Attack! First of all Breakdown was a tough one, oh yessir it was, those biggums of Doomsday sure can pack a wallop but ya see mah girls of the Dallas Delights are tougher than shoe leather! They beat Doomsday Now it doesn’t end there now does it? Oh no sir it doesn’t as we now have ta face those biggums of Doomsday again and that big, nasty, tough hombre they call Hannibal. Now before we address……I say address Hannibal, I need ta clear the air here mah good people of SCW, at the Breakdown from a few weeks past mah Tatum “Quickdraw” McGraw faced Hannibal one on one and yessir I called her partnah, Stacy Kissinger ta jump on in there and break up that bear hug that was crushin’ mah Tatum. Now Tatum is not happy with me, oh no sir she is not so I have ta explain mah actions so we all understand.” Wild Bill begins to walk to the stables….. Wild Bill:”I love Tatum like a daughtah. She is all that is left of the memory of mah stepson. I don’t wanna see her get hurt, oh no sir fer I know that she can take care of herself. Ya see mah good people, Tatum was in trouble, she had fight left in her but ya have ta understand what kinda person she is. She is…I say she is no quitta. There is no ounce of quit in her body. Tatum McGraw would die before she ever said I QUIT. That’s right, oh yes it is, Tatum McGraw would have passed out from lack of oxygen because she would have never stopped fightin’. That worried me because an unconscious Tatum would be defensless and that biggum Hannibal would have tried ta hurt her permanently. Was it a knee jerk reaction? Maybe it was, too soon perhaps? That is a possibility but one thing I do know is this, I have no regrets….I say no regrets in mah decision. Tatum disagrees, ya might disagree, Stacy might disagree because Tatum took it…..I say took it ta Hannibal, as small as she was she had that biggum beat, she had the heart of the lion and there is no denyin’ that she went toe ta toe with that monster who was all spread out like a cold supper!” Wild Bill points to the camera and tips his hat….. Wild Bill:”Now ya have ta admit that she impressed all of ya, she is a sparkplug ready to light them all up but ya see mah good people Tatum is more than all hat and no cattle. She is a fighta, a fighta that will never quit, she will never stop until the match is over and she is victorious. Tatum has a passion….I say a passion fer this sport. She doesn’t wanna see it go down the tubes, she doesn’t want SCW ta be ripped apart at the hinges. Ya see fans, she cares about ya. All ya fans out there is what now drives mah Tatum. See mah good people, when Tatum first came ta SCW she was out fer one thing, ta whoop ass. Ya see mah good people, Tatum McGraw was a very angry young woman, she missed her husband who died tragically in the ring. Tatum wanted ta make a means ta an end so she did so bah honorin’ her husband’s name and destroyin’ everythin’ she saw without purpose, without remorse, oh yessir she was a bad cowgirl. Then it happened…..” Wild Bill shakes his head….. Wild Bill:”Yessir, David Helms and Thorn turned on ya good people. It hit Tatum real hard, oh yes it did. She was flabbergasted, taken back bah the betrayal of The Next Level on the faithful that stuck bah them from day one! Yes ladies and gentlemen, it was …..I say it was ya’ll that were stabbed in the back. This really hurt mah tatum and I have ta admit I was a bit surprised but when I saw her eye welt up after watching the younglin’s cryin’ and upset she couldn’t take it anymore. Ya see mah good people, this changed the outlook of the “Cowgirl from Hell”, Tatum McGraw! Mah good people, she realized that there was a purpose, that there was a callin’! That she was brought ta SCW….I say SCW ta be the law. Yes fans of SCW, mah Tatum fights fer ya. She ain’t gonna make younglin’s cry though some youn’ men might be cryin’ from a broken heart oh yessir they will!” Wild Bill continues to walk looking over the land….. Wild Bill:”Look around ya! This here is the great State of Texas and the home of mah Dallas Delights. Stacy Kissinger showed mah Tatum the right way, not just the Cowgirl Way, but the right way. Ya see mah Stacy is a woman if many talents. She can sing! She can act! She can wrassle! She is as sweet as Texas Honey on toast! She is the “Solid Gold Sensation”, Stacy Kissinger! She has been a staple here for many years in the SCW , a former Tag team Champion and Women’s Champion ta mention just of her few accolades. Stacy and Tatum can reach that goal once again fer Stacy is hungry, she went through a small slump but has now slowly started comin’ out of it oh yessir she has and she is ta credit fer mah Tatum’s new attitude. Now….I say now mah good people in TV Land, Tatum and Stacy are the beacon’s of light in the SCW. They are the hope along with a handful of others but they can’t do it alone. They have ya’ll there ta cheer them on and that is what will bring them victory at Under Attack right here in the GREAT STATE OF TEXAS!” Wild Bill stops and for the first time in a long time has a very serious look on his face…… Wild Bill:”Doomsday and Hannibal, the war continues at Under Attack but this time yer invadin’ our land! Yessir ya are. Doomsday. I’ll start with ya biggums first.Yer strong and yer powerful and my Delights have already tasted what ya bring ta the table and it’s impressive but not good enough ta beat mah Delights. They are a cohesive unit, the best that Texas has ta offer and though ya two biggums are strong and nasty, mah Tatum can scrap with the biggest of em’ mah Stacy can out-wrassle em’ and no mattah what ya think or ya do, they will fight ta the very end! Win, lose or draw they’ll whoop yer ass right through and through oh yessir but they WON’T lose. Doomsday and ya too Evangeline Sinclair, yer a smart business woman, yes ya are, ya manage great wrasslers but I manage Champions. At Under Attack we will fight once again where at Breakdown ya gotta a preview of things ta come but in Houston , in the Great State of Texas! Doomsday, I know ya also got issues with Hannibal and if it’s “Girl Power” than we can expect a lil’ show….I say lil’ show!” Wild Bill hears the Jeep pulling in, he looks over and sees Tatum’s red Wrangler driving in with Stacy Kissinger in the passenger seat….. They stop right where ol’ Wild Bill is standing….. Wild Bill:”There they are! My Dallas Delights! The future tag team Champions! The two women that will bring victory ta ya fans here in Texas! This is our battleground, this is our home and we will defend our home til’ the bitter end.” Tatum and Stacy hop out of the Jeep and walk over to Wild Bill… Tatum:”Talkin’ ta the good people in TV Land and SCW huh Bill?” Stacy:”Yer lookin’ a lil’ heated Bill, yer okay?” Wild Bill gives a big Texas Grin…. Wild Bill:”Never betta! I was just tellin’ the good folk that we are ready fer Under Attack and I addressed Doomsday but we still have ta address that biggum, Hannibal.” Tatum steps up….. Tatum;”I got this. First Doosmday, ya saw what we were all about at Breakdown when we beat yer asses. There is more of that where it came from and trust us ya don’t want any more but Vanessa Havoc & Sarah Danger we’re not playin’ around! We are in front of our fans! Our kin! Our State and we will not fall ta ya or ta Hannibal because this is TEXAS! We are comin’ for not just victory but we’re gonna hurt somebody! I am tired of watchin people like ya try ta mauling others over! I am tired of watchin’ all of ya turn on the fans! Ya think ya can prance around here and do what ya will!? Well hell if that’s the case I’ll just done grab mah bullrope, hog tie the two of ya and brand yer basses because ya two skanks are as full of wind as a corn-eatin’ horse!” Tatum paces, Wild Bill again looks serious as Stacy rubs Tatum’s back….. Tatum:”Then we have ya Hannibal. Ya thought ya were cute makin’ fun of OUR HOME! Makin’ fun of this great State of Texas! All cute with yer stupid commercials and funny lil’ pictures! Yer a sexist pig! Ya think ya can run over woman don’t ya! Did ya run over me!? NO YOU DIDN’T! I stuck with ya, ya thought ya were gonna crush me but ya didn’t! Yeah Bill called Stacy ta interfere but I wasn’t done! I know ya were tryin’ ta hurting me but it didn’t work because I stand right here in front of ya in ONE PIECE! Ya dare….ya DARE make fun of mah heritage! Ya think ya can come inta SCW and roll over anyone! Yer Black Underground and whatever the Hell else ya do in yer free time ain’t gonna save ya Hannibal because I’m madder than a junkyard dog! Meaner than a nest of hornets and I’m gonna whoop yer ass boy!” Tatum is animated, upset and screaming into the camera; Bill nods as Stacy continues to console Tatum…… But to no avail….. Tatum:This is a war! The battle lines are drawn and I will be damned if we lose this war! Hannibal, yer in our home now, the same place ya made fun of so even if ya make it ta the arena in one piece we’ll make sure we finish the job because at Under Attack we fight fer the Fans, we fight fer our honor, we fight fer our survival and we fight fer our home! Because there have been lands ya conquered but THIS IS OUR LAND and NOBODY CONQUERS TEXAS!” Tatum stares into the camera with burning eyes….. Stacy cracks a smirk..... Stacy:”Ya just broke bad, boys and girls. We’ll see ya in Houston.” Scene Fades I AM TATUM McGRAW “QUICKDRAW” EVERYTHING IS BIGGER IN TEXAS ”It’s good ol’ Wild Bill here with his final thought. See ladies and gentlemen Pride is one of the seven deadly sins oh yes it is but when ya Pride in a belief it becomes a faith. Mah Dallas Delights believe in justice and honor, they believe in fair play and they believe ….I say believe in a good ol’ ass-whoopin’! Tatum McGraw & Stacy Kissinger are Texans, proud Texans as they love their heritage and ta see a man like Hannibal or two biggums like Doomsday disrespect the great State of Texas it just makes them so hot the hens are layin’ Hard Boiled Eggs, oh yes they are! Ya can mess with mah Delights, ya can mess with me but ya can’t mess with Texas. Never ask someone if they are from Texas, if they are they’ll tell ya, if they ain’t there is no need ta embarrass them. We’ll see ya at Under Attack where ya will learn the true meanin’ of Texas born and Texas bred and we’ll be damned if we ain’t Texas dead…..get ready fer a war because ya got one comin’. God Bless Texas!” -Wild Bill Wayne |
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| The Renegade Rocker | Oct 27 2012, 03:18 PM Post #4 |
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Hey guys! Sorry for the formatting issues as well as posting delays. Currently in Michigan (live in Canada BTW) and doing a show (Rocky Horror bitches!). So I hope you like it anyway. Had a lot of fun doing this. GL to everyone. EDIT: hey guys. Just had to fix the date in the rp. Sorry bout spelling and autocheck errors. Wrote these in my iPad lol. Best of luck guys. Part 2: The Performance 48 hours before Under Attack 2:25 pm Orlando Florida Hannibal: Then, there is Tatum McGraw. Ever the team loudmouth. Too bad your bark is far worse then your bite. "Oh boohoo You made fun of texas." "Oh I hung in there with you till my daddy said enough." How disappointing. I enjoyed our little battle, despite the outcome, but you seem to have learned nothing from it. Worse then that, you seem to have development abnormally thin skin. Well, seeing as I've made you so upset over simply mentioning Texas, Quickdraw, then this is really gonna snake bite your bonnet. You hung with me? You hung with me the same way that a clydesdale would hang with a thoroughbred. Sure, you can keep pace with me 50 to 100 yards but in a race that is never over that quick, you start falling behind. And that is exactly what happened. You ended up on the wrong side of a bear hug. It was over. You lost. You WERE done. But Wild Bill decided to call in your sister to save your ass. Just like I said would happen. But let's say you are right. What if you could have kept going? What does that say about your precious Bill? It says to me that your own manager has no faith in you. It seems that Wild Bill doesn't think you are capable of handling your own problems. Why else would he call in the calvary? How embarrassing is that for you? To know that even the person you trust most in this world thinks you are worthless? Consider that as we had down into Under Attack. Like Doomsday, I have nothing further to do with you, Tatum. You had your chance. Like both of them. And like both of them, you failed to take me down. I'm sexiest pig? I think I can just roll over women? You're damn right that is what I think! And the sad part of all this... NONE OF YOU HAVE BEEN ABLE TO STOP ME! I am undefeated on breakdown! And I am undefeated against all of you! So why wouldn't I think that? The proof is in the victories. I have them all. Come Under Attack, I just add another under my belt. Simple as that. See you all Sunday, when Hannibal rolls over you all once again. Hannibal hit stop on the player and pocketed his iphone. He didnt say anything, nor did Wyoming. The only noise came from the sound of cars that made up the Florida afternoon traffic. Hannibal:... Wyoming:...When was this taken. Hannibal: A few days ago. It aired on SCW.com two days ago. Wyoming:... Hannibal: There's more. A lot more. Wyoming: Hannibal...Do you... Hannibal:... Wyoming: What does that mean? Hannibal fell quiet once more. He couldn't be sure what was going on, but he knew he couldn't say that to Wyoming. The fact that he told her this much already would fill her with endless worry. Chapel: Ello, sorry to interrupt this moment of unease, but if you two would mind joining us here in reality, you will see something quite beautiful coming towards you from highway 408. Hannibal pulled out his binoculars and looked down the road. From the roof of the Manulife building, Hannibal could see what seemed like miles down the road. Sure enough, the armored black van was heading straight towards them. Hannibal: Right on time. Wait...where's the escort cop cars? The armored entourage? Wyoming: Guess they decided it wasn't necessary. Hannibal:...That doesn't sound right... Wyoming paid no attention. She had a plan to execute. Wyoming: Everyone in position? From over the headset, everyone checked in. The team was set, the timing was perfect. It was now or never. From over the headset, Hannibal had one last thing to check. Hannibal: Kenneth...Are you ready? *********************************** Are you known by your friends as someone who DRAWs conclusions? Do people often say that you throw many a temper TAnTrUM? Do you wish you weren't so judgmental or quick to draw the sexist/racist card? Then you need Dr. Oz's Psycological Lessons: Judge Not...Now on CD! Stop being the bitch that everyone hates and avoids and learn to be the girl of every guy's dreams...the one that knows when to hold her tongue! Say goodbye to the nights where you spent hours whining to your goldfish or a tub of ice cream and say hello to nights where guys actually want to talk to YOOOU! Dr. Oz's: Judge Not CDs. If YOU cant help but be bitchy when things don't go your way, these CDs can! Get yours now 6 disc set for only 19.99. Why so cheap? Because with less bitchy, judgmental women in the world, we all benefit. And we all know it. ******************************************************** 2 hours before hand... Talon stood before the video screen, a cigarette carefully placed between his teeth. The shadowy figure of JD glared back at him from the darkness. JD: Is that everything you have found on them? Talon: It is. Granted, the success or failure of this mission today will reveal far more about their competency...among other interesting facts. JD: And the reason why Hannibal chose to target this particular... Talon: There is no way to be sure. Should he succeed, we will know for sure. JD: hmmm.... The figure of JD rose from the shadows and began to pace. The sound of a cat purring echoed through the room. JD: There in it lies the problem. See, it is MY security team, MY armored truck...hell...its all MINE! Hannibal is targeting MY property. Talon: Well, that really puts you in a tight spot. On one hand, here you are, trying to discover what hannibal is up to. On the other hand, if you maintain that singular motivated thought, you will lose. JD: Well, then the choice is obvious...Call off the escort vehicles. Talon: You're taking away the armored escort? JD: Not at all...just supplying a substitution. Are we ready? ************************************** Present Time 2:34 pm After 7 years of service, there was nothing Nick Fatolans hated doing armored van detail. "The bus driver job of security"...that's what he called it. Nothing ever happened and even if it did, nothing short of a rocket launcher would get through this tank. Drive to Point A, pick up object, Drive to Point B, drop off object. There was nothing more boring than this. The feel of his cellphone vibrating in his pocket broke the mundane silence. He wanted so badly to answer it. It was probably Jenmie. Ever since they had announced their engagement last week, she had become more and more concerned for his safety. Unfortunately, work policies forbade the answer of cell phones while on site/driving driving. Besides, if he were late to deliver this package to the Florida Institute of Technology, his wife wouldn't be the only one worried. Highway 408 was very quiet today, even for this time. Even the sidewalks were quieter then normal. ????: How is it out there, Nick? Nick: Like a Tomb, Greg. Seriously, you should see this. I've seen busier churches on Monday. How's our guest. Tom: Silent as the grave. He hasn't moved or spoken since we picked him up. Feeling a little uneasy. Like I'm on a date or something. Nick chuckled. He had to. Anytime someone could make Tom, who was 6'3 and weighed close to 350 pounds, nervous had to be a pretty interesting individual. Nick: Either that, or they are completely...OH SHIT! He wasn't paying attention. He never saw that his traffic light was red... He also never saw the old lady pushing a stroller across the street!!! Cursing, Nick slammed the brakes to the floor. The sound of screeching filled his ears. Still, he pushed harder and harder against the breaks, hoping it would help. The armored car came to a stop mere feets away from the old lady. Nick let out a sigh of relief, so happy they he didn't hit anything. Tom: Dude, what the hell was that? Nick (still trying to get his bearings): I...I dont know...I was just trying to not hit...the old lady... Tom: Old lady? There's an old lady out there? Nick: Ya...like...grandma. She's checking on her baby right now. ????: It's not a grandma, Nick! Drive! The voice sounded like it was trying to warn him, but it was too late for Nick. The "Grandma" had pulled out and was running backwards to put some distance between the van and the rocket launcher they had gotten out of the baby carriage. And...was she...HE...smiling? Jayson:...Are you ready?? ***************************************** The following aired during the Romney/Obama Debates CNN Analyst: President Obama, the next question is yours. Based on our current economic crises, studies have shown that the state Texas, despite being one of the largest states, contributes less to the overall economy then the rednecks of Alabama or the racoons of Indiana. As our President hopeful, how would you turn this sore on our country into a plus? Obama: Well, there really is nothing we can do about Texas. I know I am famous for saying, "Yes we can!" but in this case, we must say "No...we're done" There is only one redeeming quality of Texas... CNN Analyst: And what would that be? Obama: They gave us this ![]() Obama: We're just gonna have to accept the loss. CNN Analyst: Can our country survive such a waste? Obama: Yes we can... CNN Analyst: I see... TEXAS: HAVENT WE MADE FUN OF IT ENOUGH?? *************************************************** Nick never saw it coming. No one did. All they saw was a smiling cajun unloading a rocket straight at the truck. The blast knocked the van a good 8 feet into the air, causing it to crash to the ground on its side. Jayson had to smile at his work. There was no one else nearby and no other cars, making the damage...and obstacles...nonexistent. This couldn't go better! Jayson(headset): Hannibal, Go! Hannibal never heard him. He was already on his way down...LITERALLY! Within seconds he had cabled down the manulife building and was on the street, right next to the flipped car! The faintest sound of police sirens began to echo from several streets away. Jayson(headset): Hurry up! We're running outta time. Hannibal pulled Nick's unconscious body from the van and plucked the key from his belt just as Wyoming made her way down the building to Hannibal's side. Chapel(headset): Guys, I got cop cars on the traffic cams. they're less then 8 minutes out. Wyoming and Hannibal got the door unlocked and threw open the door. The prone figure of Greg rolled out. From the darkness of the truck, a single shot rang out. The shot clipped Wyoming in the shoulder. The figure walked out of the truck, the gun still pointed at Wyoming and Hannibal. Neither Hannibal nor Wyoming knew this guy, but Hannibal could not help but scoff at the guy's goofy looking white suit. Seeing the case that he had in his hand, however, quickly made the situation serious again. Talon: Well, it is a pleasure to formally meet you both, Wyoming and, of course, Hannibal. Hannibal: And you would be? Talon: Oh, of course, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Talon and this little gem. He motioned to the briefcase. Talon: Belongs to my employer...and yours I might add...Mr. JD. Hannibal: I don't work for JD anymore. Talon: Now, see, that is the problem. He never said you could leave now did he? Until the bossman says you're done...you are not done... He cocked his gun and took aim...at Wyoming. Hannibal had him in his grip before he had a chance to fire. With a roar, the monster threw Talon up and away from Wyoming, disarming him in the process. To Hannibal's surprise, Talon flipped mid air and landed perfectly on his feet. Talon: Oh my...you seem a little upset. It wasn't like I hit anything fatal. Right Wyoming? Hannibal: If you don't want me to hit something fatal, you best be heading that box over to me. I have an escape route to follow. The sound of screeching tires echoed from the street above. It made Talon smile. Talon: Hmmm, a tempting offer, but I'm afraid the sound of those cars is good news for me. The sound of an engine grew louder and louder until a black cruiser pulled up behind Hannibal, coming to a side ways stop about 10 feet back. Talon smiled as the armed uniformed cop got out, his pistol drawn. Officer: Get Down! Hannibal didn't move. Talon could hardly contain himself. He let out a billowing laugh as the officer... Officer: Hannibal, GET DOWN!! Hannibal dropped to the ground just in time to avoid the gunshot coming from the officer's revolver. The bullet sailed past Hannibal's prone body and connected with the shin of Talon! The big man fell to the ground, confused and stunned by what had just happened. It wasn't until he got a better look at the officer that he realized what had happened. The officer was Kenneth Grimsby! He was the escape route! Talon (through gritted teeth): Grimsby! Kenneth: I wouldn't move if I were you, Talon. Otherwise boss is gonna have to get himself a new white-suit wearing psychopath on payroll. Talon scowled as Kenneth picked up the briefcase just as Jayson came running up. Jayson: Alright, time to go, pals and gals! Kenneth: Where's Chapel? Chapel (headset): At the rendezvous point, waiting for y'all. So move! Within 10 seconds, the team was gone, soaring down the street, away from Talon and the arriving cops. Talon watched them go until they disappeared from sight. Only then did he pull himself up and begin the arduous task of cleaning his suit by hand. The cops began arriving within seconds. The first few asked him who he was but after showing a fake FBI badge to about 6 officers, no one seemed to bother him again. Once the investigation was firmly underway, Talon slipped into a quiet booth and dialed the familiar number. JD: Well? Talon: Just as you said. They have the product. JD: Any casualties? Talon: Wyoming's shoulder and my shin. Give your boy credit. He's a good shot. JD: Kenneth is one of my best. If he'd wanted you dead, you wouldn't be calling me. Talon: Without a doubt. JD: So, the police will rule this as a burglary. My competitors who I was selling the product to can now expect significant delays in their funding AND in their research... Talon: Your stock goes up AND you collect on the insurance. A 3.5 million dollar deal if I am not mistaken. JD: You are not, Talon. Talon: It was truly, a well thought out plan, boss. JD: And it is only the beginning. We let Hannibal run around, playing Robin Hood, when all the while he is doing everything I want him to. Talon: And he is none the wiser. JD: Precisely. Keep an eye on him. Report back to me with any updates. Talon: Understood...Talon out... ***************************************** Part 3: The Price We Pay The Warehouse Less then 24 hours from Under Attack. The final part of the plan was underway. Having arrived back at the warehouse by separate and various means, the team had packed up. Once a job was done, the team dispersed and went separate ways for at least 2 weeks, until things died down. Jayson, Chapel, even the twins, who had sat this mission out, had left already. All that remained was Wyoming, Hannibal, Cammi, and Kenneth. None of them had said much since arriving back. They had just set about cleaning things up and destroying evidence. The box remained unopened for the most part. Only Hannibal had looked inside to confirm the contents. The 3 continued to clean, not saying a word. So when Kenneth suddenly turned and nailed Hannibal with a right cross that sent him to the ground, it shocked everyone, especially Hannibal. Kenneth was on top of him, pinning the monster before he had a chance to realize what was going on. Kenneth: Can you tell me why Talon...JD's Top ASSASSIN...was in that armored truck? Because as far as I was told, this was a simple boom and zoom job. Get the package and out. No issues. Why the hell am I now stealing from my boss!! Hannibal: I had no idea it belonged to JD. Kenneth: Really? Wyoming? Wyoming felt conflicted by only for a second. That was all Kenneth needed. He could see that Hannibal was lying. With a grunt he left loose a barrage of right crosses that hit Hannibal square in the temple, drawing blood. Kenneth: Listen to me, you fucking monster! I have put a lot of trust in you! Betrayed a lot of instincts and gut feelings to follow you and your enigmatic mission because I thought for a second that you might be doing something noble. For Cammi...Then I find out that you've been lying to me all this time. Now... Kenneth pulled out his revolver, the same one that he had used on Talon. Kenneth: I am going to count to three and if you dont tell me what's in that box and why you lied to me, I am going to do what I should have done a month ago. Cammi: Ken..please... Kenneth: 1... He pressed the gun to Hannibal's temple. Wyoming had her gun against the back of his head at the same time. Wyoming: Kenneth, don't. Kenneth:... Wyoming:... Kenneth: 2... He pulled the hammer back. Wyoming did he same. Hannibal remained quiet. Cammi: Daddy... Kenneth: 3!!! Hannibal: JD owns Pharmitech Insurance!!! Silence. No one dared to move. The only person who could see what was happening was Hannibal and the sight nearly made him weep. A look of absolute shock and horror overcame Kenneth. His entire body began to shake slightly as the tears began to well up in his eyes. Forcing himself to focus, he pushed the gun deeper against Hannibal's temple. Kenneth: You're lying! Hannibal: No, Ken...I wish I was. Cammi suddenly appeared with an open folder that held a copy of a insurance claim form. A form that Kenneth knew very well indeed. He stared at it for several seconds, eventually taking it with a shaky hand. He read it over top to bottom but he knew he didn't have to. He knew every piece of information on that sheet. Hannibal: That was part of the files given to me by JD when I first came to him. I don't think he realized that it was still there. When you have so many companies...the little things get forgotten. But this was not a little thing to Kenneth and Hannibal knew that. He watched in horror as the man stared at him, then at the form, then at him again...then he was gone and out the door. Cammi: Should I? Hannibal: What would you say to him? Cammi: I don't know...maybe that it will be alright. Hannibal pulled out the small video player he had been watching earlier. He also eyed the container in the corner. It lay open just wide enough for Hannibal to see the brilliant blue. It was the default color of the Isotope he needed but it shone with such beauty that it looked more like a star then a chemical formula. Hannibal: I don't think he'd believe you. Cammi didn't say anything else. She simply turned and walked into her room, leaving her father and Wyoming alone. Silence...unease hung between them as Hannibal got to his feet. it hung there for several minutes. Wyoming: You have to start trusting people eventually, Hannibal. Hannibal didn't answer her. He just hit play. The figure of Hannibal suddenly stopped laughing and looked into the camera. It was the Hannibal of old we all knew. Hannibal: My fight is not with you Tatum...it is not with you...Doomsday...My fight...is with Stacy. And only Stacy. Because she saw fit to throw a royal bitch fit on one of our pay-per-views, she has been given free reign to do whatever she wants to my matches, to me, anything. While other superstars I have defeated, other superstars who were eliminated first in the battle royal have been given matches of relevance, superstars like Dylan Howell....Because of HER tantrum...I have been stuck fighting superstars like her. Women...superstars UNEQUAL to me. Yes, I said it. Call me a sexist, Tatum. We already covered that you can't do anything about it. Stacy, you were an annoyance to me. Nothing more. But now, you have made this personal. You are keeping me from what should be mine! I am now stuck dealing with your bruised ego when I should be fighting superstars of my calibre. I SHOULD BE FIGHTING FOR GOLD OR GLORY!!! NOT BABYSITTING SOME BLONDE BITCH!!!! For weeks, you have interfered with my matches....You got kicked in balls by Tatum...You got me chokeslammed by Doomsday...Well...congratulations, Stacy...because I have finally had enough. You wanted me...you got me. I will end this at last and believe me when I say...you are going to wish that you had taken your elimination and run for the hills because what happens on Sunday...is going to be...sooo...much worse... Welcome to the dawn of the new monster of SCW Girly...where the only thing under attack tonight...IS YOU.... Hannibal hit stop on the video device, his own demonic expression staring back at him. Wyoming:...Hannibal? Hannibal: We need to speed up our plans... Wyoming: Why? Hannibal: Because I'm losing myself to it. You wanted me to trust someone? Well here it is, Victoria. The truth. My name is Hannibal and I just aired a promo I don't remember recording. Wyomiong: What are you saying. Hannibal: The Primal State...is not so primal anymore... This will be a Halloween long remembered by all sides. JD, Kenneth, and Hannibal, all have begun down a path that will lead to chaos and destruction, but whose? And where does Kenneth's allegiance lie now? And after all that, what is so miraculous about this strange isotope and will Hannibal survive long enough to see his plans through? Find out on the next exciting adventure of HellFire.... |
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Rachel Tatum Lee
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ooc: Much better lol. Good Luck Everyone!![]() ” Show me someone who has done something worthwhile, and I'll show you someone who has overcome adversity.” -Lou Holtz Bayou Place Houston, TX. 10/26/12 10:00 PM I’ve always liked this bar, the food is good, ya can’t beat the atmosphere as it’s all about Cowgirls and Cowboys. It’s a bit of a trendy place, not the shitholes I usually hang out in back in Dallas but Houston has always been a different type of city. I’m here fer the Under Attack festivities, I’m supposed ta meet up with Wild Bill and Stacy Kissinger tomorrow morning fer a little rally and such, should be fun…. Damn it feels real good ta be home. Texas is a different place altogether ya know? The people here are friendly, proud but friendly. The ovation Stacy and I received the other night was amazin’, I have ta admit I was emotional and I guess it showed as Stacy and I took it ta those Doomsday girls. Now those two are some big ol’ bitches no denyin’ that but it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog that wins ya matches. I know I shouldn’t be here at the bar goin’ inta a PPV weekend but I had a strange tweet from one of the fella’s on the SCW roster. I never really talked ta this guy much other than a few jabs here or there. He texts me tonight and asked if I could join him fer a drink and I said what the Hell right? No harm in that, one or two drinks and I’ll head back ta mah hotel room and call it a night…. I sit at the bar in mah favorite jeans, red rhinestone boots, red cut off top and mah red Stetson, I’ve already had a few Cowboys come talk ta me but hell son it’s like I’m a virgin in a prison rodeo, talk about a meat market. Well I’m as happy as a clam on high tide with mah beer just relaxin’ waitin’ ta see if this fella even shows up here…… And there he is, I see him walk in, wearing jeans and a polo shirt, I guess it’s his way ta blend in but I have ta give it ta him, it’s a good look. I raise mah hand to wave him at the bar, he sees me and walks over ta me…. Oh I forgot ta mention, “He” is Blake Mason….. Mason:”Finally found the place. You haven’t been waiting long I hope?” Tatum:”Nah just a smidgen’, what ya drinkin’?” Mason:”Vodka.” Vodka? He ain’t playin’ around tonight. Tatum:”Vodka it is.” I signal the Bartender ta hook Blake up with some Vodka, he brings him a double and Blake wastes no time in drinkin’ it like it was soda pop, somethin’ was on his mind, I know the pattern all too well, I’ve been there way too many times since Wendell’s death so I knew there’s something rollin’ in his head… Tatum:”I know it’s none of mah business but do ya wanna talk about it? I know ya tweeted me the other day wantin’ me ta show ya around Texas and I have but I can tell somethin’ is botherin ya. Is it Under Attack?” Mason:”Not at all. Under Attack is another day at the office. There is a lot on the line in my match, I know this and I can become the Underground Champion but to be honest that’s a title you might want but not a title I want though taking it from Rachel Foxx is all the incentive I need to go for it. My friend Harmony also is very much involved in this match just not directly. There are so many things going on right now but I just need to keep my cool.” I watch him drink more vodka and just like that the damn glass is empty, yeah okay it ain’t just the match yet. I get it, it’s Harmony Fisher. Look we all have fallen fer someone and this poor sumbitch is the odd man out in that tug o’ war….. I signal the bartender ta order him another straight Vodka, I figured I’ll join him fer one hard spirit, so I’ll get some whiskey….. Tatum:”I know about big matches, Stacy and I have Doomsday & Hannibal at Under Attack. Three big sumbitches Blake and lil ole me. I’m the smallest competitor in the damn match.” Blake:”…and the toughest.” Now that brings a smile ta mah face when my fellow competitors notice the talent, the passion that we have fer this sport is compared ta none. He’s right though, I am the toughest little Cowgirl yer ever gonna meet… Tatum:”Damn right.” We both have a little laugh as we toast and drink, now I’m done. I’ll listen ta him, but I will sip mah beer and then I’m off back ta the Hotel… Mason:”I saw how you fought Hannibal, very impressive indeed, you didn’t give up for anything and that surprised him.” Tatum:”They always underestimate me because of mah size. I’m one of the shortest girls in SCW but what I don’t have in size I make up in heart ya know? I always believed Blake that nobody can keep ya down, only yerself can. I see a big ol’ sexist pig in Hannibal. He thinks because his size he’s betta than any of the women in SCW. This jackass is goin’ around cryin’ fer Championship matches and yet I took it ta em’ ya know? I will never back down from no one, that’s not just me singin’, I’m not all hat and no cattle, oh no. I came ta SCW ta whoop some ass and that’s exactly what I’ve been doin’ from the start. Things become clearer as you go along.” Mason:”You hit the nail on the head so we’ll drink ta that.” Well there goes Vodka glass number 2, he’s not messin’ around tonight, I know how he feels, I’ve been in those bingers before and all it does is get ya as hot as a billy goat in a pepper patch…. He orders two more drinks, oh hell naww, I can’t do this…. Mason:”Here you go my beautiful Cowgirl.” Shit….. Tatum:”Thanks. So I reckon’ ya got girl problems?” Mason:”No comment.” Bingo, I could tell it was girlie problems, we women are the only things in this entire planet that can drive a man ta drink….well that and the 2012 Dallas Cowboys. I think I’ll pry a little…. Tatum:”I know yer takin’ a lot of heat fer yer comments about yer opponents at Under Attack, I also know that deep down inside yer kinda thinkin’ maybe it either wasn’t the way ta go or that maybe ya did it in the heat of battle. Blake, I can see the good in ya, I can see that ya want ta make things right. I’m not here ta judge ya, the Good Lord does that and I ain’t ya Lord. What I do know is I’ve been where yer at right now and it’s a dark and lonely place. Being alone ain’t no fun especially when ya feel everything around ya crashin’ in. Ya seem like a nice guy Blake, just a confused nice guy that is in the middle of re-evaluating yer stance in this business.” I have ta say this though…. Tatum:”One thing I am learnin’ here in SCW quick is the lack of integrity. Many wrasslers will sell their souls; their momma’s and the farm ta either win a match or get some Gold. Ya don’t need ta do those things ta be successful, ya just need ta be yerself. That’s the most important aspect ta success and so many wrasslers seem ta ferget that. Some ….well hell most thing I’m just a dumb Country Cowgirl that wears her shit kickers and rides horses, maybe I am, maybe I’m not but one thing I can say fer sure is I never sold out to anythin’ including a cause, a win or a Championship. Losin’ mah Integrity is far worse than losin’ a match.” I can see him pause fer a second, I am reachin’ into him and it’s somethin’ he had ta hear……but I ain’t done. Tatum:”I’m not gonna ask ya ta talk about any of it, I’m gonna give ya some free advice. Blake, the heart never lies, when yer feelin’s tell ya that ya want somethin’ ya gotta go grab it. Life is ta short ta be piddlin’ around waitin’ fer somethin’ ta happen here. Ya seem like a good guy no matter what anyone else says about ya. I followed mah heart but I will tell ya this, there were a lotta things I wish I woulda done with Wendell before he died. He was taken too early Blake and I now know that ya can’t miss a beat, ya can’t waste any time because ya never know when it’s just gonna get yanked from under yer feet. Gotta live life ta the fullest and if ya heart tells ya somethin’? Follow it, take it…..grab it….it’s yers or else it will be someone elses.” I can see mah words hit a home run, he is noddin’ and not sayin’ much so either he’s already shit the bed drunk or he actually is soakin’ in the advice I gave em’ and let me tell ya it takes a lot fer me ta give advice…. Mason:”Carpe diem right?” What the fuck did he just call me? Tatum:”What the Sam blue hell did ya just call me? I ain’t no fish son!” Mason:”No….no….no. Carpe diem, it’s Latin for “Seize the Day”. We see it and we take it, never letting a day go by right?” He understood and now I feel like an idiot. He smiles at me, giving me this stare with his eyes, why do I feel the same and as for Carpe Diem, Hell I need ta start usin’ that more often….. Seize the Day…. I need another drink….. 6 Hours Later….. Hmmm…..I just love sleepin’ in mah own bed. Damn I drank too much, all I wanted ta do was go back ta mah hotel room and spend a quiet evenin’ with some room service and the tube but ended up drinkin’ with Blake Mason. I guess the evenin’ was fun…. Because I don’t remember ever getting’ back ta mah room but it’s not the first time. At least I got back and sleepin’ in this warm bed. I slowly open mah eyes; my leg is hangin’ off the bed, my barefoot touching the cold floor under mah heel. I slowly stretch, mah head is poundin’ but it’s nothin’ some water and aspirin won’t take care of. I slowly turn ta mah left and suddenly…. Oh shit….. Mah eyes grow as big as a spotted owl; I can’t believe that Blake Mason is layin right next ta me! I cover mah mouth before I scream; I slowly lift the sheets and luck under quickly droppin’ the sheets back on top of us…. Yup, we’re buck ass neked! Oh Emmm Gee! I’m as jumpy as spit on a hot skillet, Talk about getting’ lucky, that sumbitch could draw a pat hand from a stacked deck, I can’t believe I did that, I shoulda stopped drinkin’! I need ta get the hell outta here because I just realized, this ain’t mah room! Hell this ain’t mah hotel! I slowly crawl outta bed; I see mah clothes all over the floor….wait how the hell did my drawers get on the lamp shade!? Oh hell this is embarrassin’. I slowly get up and put on my underwear, then mah shirt and grab the rest of mah clothes and boots, forget mah Stetson, he’s wearin’ it! I tip toe across the cold floor, I have blue polish on mah nails and it’s matching mah toes cause it’s so cold….. Then it happens as I sneak out f the bedroom door….. Mason:”Tatum?” Shit! He done woke up, dab gummit! I was almost scot free! I slowly turn around with a nervous smile on mah face…. Tatum:”H…hey.” He sits up with a smile on his face, I have ta admit he’s handsome so at least he wasn’t a toad choker…. Mason:”Leavin’ so soon? It’s early, why don’t you relax for a while, I can order some breakfast.’ I want…..I want to…..I want to…….I….Rachel Tatum Lee, get a hold of yerself! Tatum;”I’d love ta but I have ta meet Stacy and Bill down at the arena. I’m already late and they would kill me if I didn’t show up.” I can see him accept it, he understands these schedules we have, luckily Blake nods…. Mason:”I understand sweetheart. Thanks for last night; you’re a lot of fun and you made things a lot clearer for me, I owe you one. We’ll have to do that again sometime.” I tilt mah head and sarcastically giggle, damn that was dumb…. Tatum:”Definitely! I have ta go, I’ll see ya at Under Attack.” I run over ta him and kiss him on the lips… Tatum:”Take care sugah.” He puts mah Stetson back on mah head, I see him smile; at least he’s feelin’ better than yesterday, hell glad I could help even if I don’t remember shit after the bar. I quickly run out and race down the stairs realizing mah Jeep ain’t in the parkin’ lot. Dab gummit, now I have ta go to the front desk as the agent looks at me knowin’ I was that dumb, loud obnoxious drunk bitch that’s like a radio station where anyone can pick her up especially at night…. Tatum:”Hi, could ya hail me a cab back Ta The Bayou Place?” Yeah she’s lookin’ at me like I’m just naturally horizontal, I’m embarrassed and lower mah hat to cover mah face…. Front Desk Agent:”Yes ma’am.” I’ll just wait fer mah cab….. An Hour later…. Toyota Center Houston, TX The crowd gathers around the Toyota Center, the Texas Faithful are cheering and showing their support for the Tag team known as The Dallas Delights, well at least half of them as Tatum McGraw, “The Cowgirl From Hell” hasn’t shown up yet…. Wild Bill & Stacy Kissinger are ready to interact with the fans, they look around worried, waiting for Tatum… Stacy:”Okay Bill, now I’m worried. Tatum is always the first one here.” Wild Bill:”Oh Yes I know, see Stacy, I went ta her hotel room last night and she never answered, the front desk agent told me she nave came back ta her room. I’m about ta call the police. She loves wrasslin’, she never is late ta these things and the fans are waitin’ fer this rally and meet /greet with mah Dallas Delights. Did ya try her cell phone?” Stacy has a worried look on her face, she sighs, shaking her head… Stacy:”I did, there was no answah. I’m nervous somethin’ happened ta her. What if Hannibal got her? He was ragin’ mad after Breakdown. We need ta find her, I’m as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs.” Bill actually laughs a little, Stacy does too…. Stacy:”I’ve been hangin’ around ya and Tatum too long.” Wild Bill:”We’ll educate ya.” Suddenly the fans erupt in cheers as a red Wrangler Jeep pulls up, Tatum jumps out still wearin’ her clothes from last night…. Damn they were waiting fer me!? I’m sooo late! I quickly run towards Bill and Stacy, high five-in fans along the way until I get ta them…. Wild Bill:”Where the Hell….I say where the Hell have ya been Tatum!?” Stacy:”We were worried sick about ya honey.” Stacy hugs me, she was really worried and it’s comfortin’, Bill always worries so I’m used ta it, Stacy though gives me THAT look…. Tatum:”Sorry, had a long night and then I had ta get mah car. Look I’ll explain later let’s get this show on the road!” Wild Bill:”Let’s get started!” Bill agrees without askin’ any questions, he gets up on stage and starts talkin’ ta the crowd, they are so loud, I feel so proud, I…. Stacy:”Tatum McGraw….ya didn’t!” Uh-oh…. Tatum:”Did what Stacy?” I had ta play dumb, just in case it worked…. Stacy:”Who was it? Ya have the walk of shame written all over yer face!” Nope….didn’t work. Dab gummit, I can’t pull anythin’ over her! Tatum:”It was nobody, I…..Blake Mason.” Stacy looked at me like a calf in front of a new gate, her jaw dropped, I can tell she was completely shocked and then she leans over and whispers…. Stacy:”I can’t believe ya! Ummmm….So……how was he?” She had ta ask, well I’ll tell her the truth….. Tatum:”It was….ummmm…… great?” Stacy smiles, shakin’ her head at me and honestly, I don’t remember shit. It could’ve sucked fer all I know… I can hear Bill talkin’ ta the fans and introducin’ us…… Wild Bill:”Ladies and gentlemen! Mah good people of Texas! Here are the two ladies that will bring victory ta this great State of ours at Under Attack….I say Under Attack oh yessir! Stacy Kissinger and Tatum McGraw….THE DALLAS DELIGHTS!!!!” The crowd explodes in cheers, a smile comes across our face, this is what it’s all about, this is why we put our bodies on the line, this is why we are what Stacy said, the beacons of light fer SCW! Hell it’s time ta go on stage….. And regret later… Scene Fades THE MONSTERS CONQUERED ON MY LAND! We all have obstacles that we need ta overcome. In this life in which ya only get one ya have ta make the best of it, we are challenged and how we respond ta that challenge is what makes us who we are today. Not all of us are blessed with size, strength, power, money, brains and a physique. We gotta do with what we have and that in itself can be a huge challenge fer many if not all of us. I ain't perfect, I never claimed ta be. I'm not the hottest girl in SCW, I never claimed ta be. I ain't the best wrassler, I never claimed ta be but I dare ya ta find someone that is tougher and has more heart than me dab gummit! YOU WON'T! SCW is in turmoil right now and it saddens me. I look around and see what these wrasslers are here ta wrassle fer such as greed, humility of others, domination, maimin' and finally endin' others careers. It's pathetic and it's time someone puts their foot down and does something about it. Fer centuries people have backstabbed ta make their way to the top of the laddah, it has been happenin’ since the dawn of time. We have that here and it’s at an all-time high, it sicken’s me ta see so many turnin’ their back fer a that moment in the spotlight. These people that come ta see us wrassle everyday are the lifeblood of why we do what we do. We wrassle, wrasslin’ exists because of the fans, the same fans people like David Helms and Rachel Foxx piss all over. We have an opportunity here ta make a difference, be a positive influence in people’s lives and show them that they too can pursue their dreams if they wanna. We have ta be role models fer the youngin’s and when we lose track and sight of that? Then why in tarnation’s do we do it? Are we gonna go fer ourselves? Never given a damn what our actions can do and what effect it has on a young person trying’ ta live their lives, ta be good or have some ounce of integrity? Instead some of ya are gonna come out here and show them that stabbin’ people in the back, makin’ children cry, tryin’ ta purposely hurt others or takin’ a stance that men are better than women not only sends the wrong message but is detrimental ta our damn society! Is this right? Hell NO it’s not right and all of ya that do should be ashamed! We have a responsibility ta not only ourselves but ta the fans of SCW. There will always be good guys and bad guys, the world will never operate any differently but when it’s going into complete turmoil, when it has become apparent that no one gives a damn anymore. Well guess what? I DO! I care about this sport, I have stated a thousand times that mah husband died fer this sport doin’ what he loved ta do! People walk in here spittin’ on those that have sweat, bled and given it their all fer our business not respectin’ what this sport was founded on in the first place! Competition! That’s right it was about gladiators getting’ in the ring and fightin’ out their differences! Men and Women both tryin’ ta determine who was the absolute best! Instead now we get freaks, narcoleptics, clowns, birds, lions, tigers and bears OH MY! The Next Level & Dark Fantasy have formed a Union, the most powerful sect in all of the SCW, I ain’t an idiot, I can see that a mile away but there will come a time when their fall from grace will be at the hands of a couple of Texan gals….. BANK ON IT! Now fer Under Attack, Doomsday at the last Breakdown ya found out what the Dallas Delightswere all about! In Austin, Texas, our home state we came out ta whoop some ass and we did just that. Yer tough and there is no denyin’ that, yer rough, strong, big and powerful, that’s already been established. Yer a great tag team that has shown SCW on numerous occasions that ya can be dominant but at Breakdown, my partnah Stacy Kissinger and I showed ya how dominant we can be! That was our debut match and we are ready ta walk into Under Attack and take down three of the biggest sumbitches in all of SCW! Sarah Danger and Vanessa Havoc ya have all the talent ta be World Tag Team Champions one day, all of us know that but the road ta that title goes through Texas girlies. As ya saw when ya got a tastin’ of what we’re all about at Breakdown I want ya ta know that it didn’t stop there because if ya thought what we did at Breakdown was rough, tough and bad ya haven’t seen anything yet! As the smallest competitors in the match our backs are ta the wall but we will not bow or break ladies as we will fight our way out and kick every ass that stands in our way doing it! There are many battles Stacy and I will fight, 9 out of 10 times we will be out-sized but we are used ta that, I can’t change mah size and I don’t want ta. We get accustomed ta it so at Under Attack bring all yer fire power again, we don’t care because the same thing is gonna happen ta ya, we’re gonna TAN YER HIDE! Thing is, Doomsday isn’t the only wrasslers we are facing, there is a third entry, a monster that doesn’t need a tag team partner cause he’s as big as a house and that’s Hannibal. Now it’s no secret that Hannibal has had his run-ins with mah partnah Stacy. It’s also no secret that he has targeted ta destroy her at any chance he got. Now comes in Doomsday, where he again tried ta hurt one of them in a singles match, they didn’t take ta kindly ta that and so they too are trying ta exact revenge. Here’s the thing, while those three biggums look ta off each other in the name of vengeance, Stacy and I are fighting fer one thing…. SURVIVAL That’s right, survival of out spirit, of our beliefs and of the tyranny that is both Hannibal and Doomsday. Let’s face it mah good people of Texas and yonder, Evangeline Sinclair wants ta destroy Hannibal not fer all of ya but fer her own personal gain. She wants ta take over SCW with her behemoth’s much like Hannibal does and that can be downright scary. Wild Bill isn’t interested in World Domination, he ain’t interested in takin’ over SCW, he’s interested in seein’ his girls succeed, that’s what it’s all about. We want ta bring our fans happiness, excitement and give them somethin’ ta cheer about, not be stuck watching all these wrasslers greasier than fried lard tryin’ ta take over bah runnin’ rampant in SCW. We need ta stand united against these monsters, against these so-called heroes who would rather stab ya all in the back. Now that leaves just one person, Hannibal. Hannibal, ya claimed that ya dominated me, that you had me in the grip of defeat. Did I quit? Did I submit? Did I fall unconscious? NO I DID NOT! My partnah came in pre-mature and though I was angered I understand why because let’s face it ya wanted ta hurt me permanently. Did ya really dominate me? Did that DDT on that melon ya call a skull rattle yer pea brain just a little? Did we not wrassle the same match? Yes Hannibal, we did wrassle the same match and I gave ya everything I had…. Don’t try an’ play that macho bullshit with me boy! Ya already claimed yer better than women; ya have come out here complainin’ about the matches given ta ya by SCW. Ya want yer chance at titles, ya want yer chance at other guys ta prove how tough ya are that God forbid we can’t give ya a challenge. Oh how the memories erase when yer wearin’ a ventilator. How about let me jog it fer ya, I stayed toe ta toe, I never backed down, I gave ya what I had and it was good enough ta beat ya because that match was stopped short…… Ya can claim victory all ya want but mah lil’ ass took it ta ya! Ya wanna talk about women bein’ inferior ta men? Ya wanna yap about how yer better than all of us because yer big? Ya know what yer greatest weapon is Hannibal? FEAR! That’s right ya ugly sumbitch, fear! The fear you instill on others give ya that powah ta bring silence ta the crowd, ta have people look at ya in awe, petrified in their boots waitin’ and expectin’ ta get destroyed bah yer hand. Ya can claim that Hannibal, ya can show the world that ya alone can freeze a man or woman in absolute fear…… Except fer one thing….. I DON’T FEAR YA! That’s right Hannibal and a few Breakdown’s ago I showed ya and the fans that! I don’t scare at all! I have stared death in the face and he’s an ugly sumbitch, uglier than you and yet ya don’t give me half the willies that death does! Ya can claim all ya want about dominatin’! Ya can go around putting up yer little slapstick commercials, sayin’ I throw tantrums and make fun o’ mah name. I’m glad ya put up Chuck Norris considering everyone on this planet thinks he’s a badass ya moron and the other stupid pictures put up a nice window dressin’ fer your borin’ rants of the same shit every week! Guess what Hanny? I found one of ya just yesterday! See Hanny, I knew ya were a mysterious fella, I knew ya had some deep dark secrets, an admitted sexist piece of pig turd, an ugly sumbitch behind that mask and Hell boy I knew ya were a man of mystery. What I never expected was this son…. ![]() So is this when ya start breakin’ out in moves and start singin’ “Baby, Baby, Baby”? I never knew ya were such a softy there Hanny, soft on Bieber I see, it’s okay HANNIBIEBER we all have our quirks! All kiddin’ aside….well wasn’t really a joke that was an actual picture of Hanny, this ain’t a joke, this is about not only winnin’ but survivin’ a fight, stoppin’ the rampage of a monster and the inner power struggle of a hungry woman and her two giants. Ya want to hurt us, prove ta the SCW Hannibal that yer better than a bunch o’ girls, ya want ta send a message ta anyone that will hear ya bitch and whine. That’s it isn’t it? Well guess what Hannibal? AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN! Stacy and I are gonna ta walk out of Under Attack victorious in front of OUR fans, in front of the great State of Texas! The same State ya like ta make fun of. Ya have no chance ta beat us in front of our people! Our kin! Our friends! The Lone Star is gonna be flyin’ high and there ain’t a damn thing ya can do about it because I will fight until I am dead! Ya know it and I know it! I gave ya a fight; I showed ya that I will NEVER be one of the People of the Land ya Conquered! I will do whatever I can ta stop ya! Yer gonna have ta kill me and ya ain’t goin’ ta because The Dallas Delights won’t allow it! Stacy is right! We are the two beacons of light in SCW and through the darkness that is Hannibal…. That is Doomsday….. We will shine through. Hannibal, Ya have conquered many, taken their lands and have dominated throughout the world in and out of the ring. In this match it ain’t about the World, it’s about SCW. I will make sure that I stand bah mah partnah! That even with Doomsday they too know that ya have ta be stopped at any cost! Women can’t hang with ya Hannibal? We ain’t good enough? At Under Attack ya will learn a hard lesson in life that many do….. ALL of us were created equal! Big, strong, it don’t mattah because our heart and our desire cannot be stopped! This is our land; the Texans are our people and nobody….. I mean NOBODY…… MESSES WITH TEXAS! We will win, we will be triumphant and we will show SCW that ya don’t need ta lie, ta cheat, ta rob or ta turn yer back on the fans to be victorious. Ya want ta conquer our land? Sorry…. It belongs ta us! I AM TATUM McGRAW “QUICKDRAW” EVERYTHING IS BIGGER IN TEXAS! ”It’s ol’ Wild Bill again folks with mah Final Thought. Ya once again…I say once again saw a very emotional Tatum McGraw. That girl is all about passion and integrity. Mah Tatum and mah Stacy believes that there is a purpose here, that they have ta take the bull bah the horns ta make SCW notice. The Dallas Delightswill walk into Under Attack and much like Breakdown will walk out victorious. Mah good people out there in TV Land, against all odds The Double D’s as many like ta call them will be fightin’ a monstrous challenge against three of the best but no mattah the size or the strength of the army that marches into our land, our great State of Texas we will defend it until the fight is won fer there is no quit, there is no walkin’ away and only the best will come out on top like only Texas can oh yessir. Bring everythin’ ya got Hannibal & Doomsday fer mah Delights will stand strong fer there is always hope! In Texas we have a sayin’ and that is three important words fer ya biggums invadin’ our State……. 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OOC: Edit was to fix a date issue and a missed coding tag. Good luck to all. ALBUM: The Search Track 7: Girls Night Out DATE: Friday, October 25, 2012 CITY: Dallas, Texas LOCATION: Local Club TIME: Around 9:30 P.M. I push open the door and step into the club and use my deep brown eyes to scan it, clearly looking for somebody. I take a few steps further until finally I see her and him sitting at the far side of the club at the bar. “Wild” Bill Wayne and Tatum McGraw already have drinks in front of them. Tatum is busy drinking hers. I smile a little as I walk over to them, my new heels clicking against the hardwood flooring of the club. As I get to them Tatum turns around and is surprised at the brand new dress that I’m wearing. She lets it be known pretty much immediately. Tatum: “Dab gum god Stacy, I have to say it! Red is definitely yer color!” Bill: “Yessiree Tatum. I gotta agree with ya. Well, here Stacy, ya can have mah seat. I’ll gladly stand.” Stacy: “Thanks Bill, but I’d rathah stand.” Tatum: “Nah Stacy, yer sittin’ darlin’. Ya’ve had some rough times lately. Come on, sit.” I look into Tatum’s eyes, which are already rolling a bit, meaning she’s had a few drinks already. I just agree with her and Bill stands up off his barstool. I take his place as Tatum then raises her voice towards the bartender, who is clear at the other side of the bar. Tatum: “Dab gum it sir, can ya please come ovah here and get Stacy Kissinger the best dang thang ya got in the house?” It doesn’t take him long before he comes over to us and asks me what I want. I think for a few moments on it. Stacy: “Some Southern Comfort’ll do. Definitely it’s been nice to be home.” Tatum: “Amen to that sistah! WOOOO!” I look back over at Tatum as the bartender goes and fetches me the drink I’ve ordered. I don’t drink much, but to be honest, I need one every now and then. As the glass is placed in front of me I look at the booze inside of it for a moment then take the glass and tip my head back. I take in a decent bit before putting the glass back down on the bar-top. I then lick my lips and see that both Bill and Tatum are looking straight at me. Tatum: “Well, ya told us ya weren’t that much of a drinkah, but I can see ya can tip ‘em back when ya wanna.” Stacy: “Yeah. Guess I need the relaxah tonight…and not ‘cause of Doomsday or Hannibal…” Bill walks away from the two of us, taking my words as a cue that I’m about to talk business with my tag team partner. Tatum: “I know Stacy, I know. If ya really need to loosen up ‘cause of what’s happened to ya in the recent past, why don’t ya come out with me to the dance floor in the back of this place? Make e’erybody jealous!” I think for a moment and then sigh before just eyeballing her. Stacy: “Tatum, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m gonna have to pass on that. Besides, I’ve been tryin’ to get in touch with Matthew all day and he hasn’t picked up yet. He could be busy, so I was gonna try him again right now.” Tatum: “Oh. Well that’s fine darlin’. Go ‘head and call him. It okay if I perhaps introduce mahself ovah the phone?” Stacy: “Sure, if he answahs.” I pull my cell phone out of my purse and once again dial Mr. Scoresby’s new cell phone number. It rings once, a sound that I’m much familiarized with today. It rings a second time and then a third and I begin to lose hope once again. I look over at Tatum and exasperatingly sigh. A fourth ring goes by and I’m pushed to his voicemail. I wait for the voicemail greeting to go by before leaving him a message. Stacy: “Hey Matthew, it’s me, Stacy. I really hope yer okay. I’m really worried. I’m down here at home in Dallas and I really wanna talk with ya. Please call me back as soon as ya can. I could really use to hear ya voice…” My voice tails off as I end the attempted phone call. I sigh again before putting my phone back in my purse. Right after I do Tatum takes my hands and speaks to me. Tatum: “While yer waitin’ fer him to call ya back, ya should at least have some fun before we work hard tomorrow night. If ya won’t dance with yer tag team partnah…ya could always dance with Bill…” I give her another look before this time not being afraid to speak my mind at all. Stacy: “I’ll be perfectly honest with ya Tatum, I’d rathah dance with Matthew.” Tatum: “I can tell. But he’s not here and since yer dressed to kill, it’d be a waste if ya didn’t dance at all. Come on partnah. Trust me.” I pick up my glass of SoCo and drink a little more before using my deep brown eyes to stare into her eyes yet again. Stacy: “Trust is a very big word Tatum. In the end I couldn’t trust Winchestah. I don’t want our tag team relationship to end like that one did.” Tatum: “Hmmm, I can undahstand where yer goin’ with that. I’m not gonna be like him though. Besides, I’m not lookin’ to be yer life partnah or somethin’. I know ya got somethin’ big goin’ on. This is just fer a lil’ fun. Do I gotta drag ya out there or somethin’?” Stacy: “Nah. I’d just rathah not dance tonight. Ya now, tryin’ to heal up and all. I don’t wanna snap anythin’ or move the wrong way out there.” Tatum: “Ya won’t. Ya can dance howevah ya want darlin’. Who knows, it might help ya out some.” I crane my head up at the ceiling before again picking up my drink and tipping it in to my mouth. I feel the liquor pour down my throat before I put the glass back down on the bar-top and then stand up. Stacy: “Oh alright, ya talked me into it. But if anyone comes close to me, they’re gettin’ pushed away.” Tatum: “Hope yer ready to do a lotta pushin’ partnah. I know I’ll have ta as well.” I’ll admit it. Her outfit accentuates her beauty too, just as mine does. Sighing I walk alongside her to the back room of the place where the dance floor is already packed and the music has long since started. Almost right on cue a pair of guys sees us by the entrance. I gulp before then grabbing Tatum’s left hand and squeezing it. Tatum looks at me and plays along, squeezing back. The two guys see us hand in hand and turn around, disappointed. Tatum: “Well, that worked like a charm. Nice work partnah.” I release her hand as we then walk onto the dance floor, looking for a clean spot. Finally we find one and we both begin to dance the way we want to. More of the boys begin to look at us, but neither of us look at them for more than a second. Let’s face it, we’re taken women. After showing off our moves for a little bit, the both of us depart the dance floor and are about to leave the back part of the club when we’re spotted by those performing on stage. I feel the spotlight land completely on me, making me feel hotter than I already was from dancing. I then hear a male voice. Male: “Why if it ain’t the home-grown Stacy Kissinger back to visit. Why don’t she come up on stage and sing all of us a song? It’s been quite the long time if I undahstand correctly.” I just stand still and Tatum stands there next to me. I see her turn her head a little bit to see who was talking. I then see her shake her head no towards the stage. Male: “I guess she’s lost it then? Or is she just scared that we’re showin’ her up, that we’re bettah than her?” I squint my eyes before I speak to Tatum under my breath. Stacy: “Oh, I’ll take care of this. Ya don’t need to protect me here.” I turn around and stomp towards the stage, stomping right up the steps so they hear my heels loud and clear. I rip the microphone away from the man who was talking to me. Stacy: “Quite simply, ya shouldn’t of done that.” Feeling like it, I push him back towards the drums. The man catches his balance though and I see him just gaze in wonder towards me. I turn around to face him and use the microphone to my advantage again. Stacy: “Since ya clearly want me to sing, it’s what ya’ll are gonna get. I don’t disappoint mah fans. Not now, not evah! Now to the rest of the band here, Girls Night Out, that’s all I’m sayin’.” The spotlight follows me to the front of the stage and I see Tatum, still by the entranceway. She winks towards me, grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing that if she currently had a hangover, it will probably just go away once I’m done singing my heart out. It’s now that I hear the music starting behind me. I’m impressed that they know it so well, but not too surprised as clearly Dallas hasn’t forgotten me at all. Looking out at the small sample of Dallas in front of me, I put on a grin of my own, but it’s a business grin as I now begin to sing the song that I know oh so well. As I sing, the dancing on the floor continues. It’s not long before Tatum works her way through the crowd and up to the steps that lead to the stage. It’s definitely clear who my number one fan is right now, and I’m glad that it’s her. Sure Tatum is definitely rough around the edges and rough inside, but she’s pretty much the perfect complement to my style. Anyone’s going to have a hard time defeating us, no matter what situation it’s in. I look to her alone now and finish out the song as the drummer does his thing behind me. The first one clapping is Tatum and now I can even see Bill Wayne at the entranceway clapping. Tatum eagerly comes up the steps and grabs me by the hand, raising one of my arms in victory, something that we’re both looking forward to doing quite a lot in the near and hopefully distant future. I look at her and then gesture that I want to leave the stage. She acknowledges it and the two of us leave the back part of the club hand in hand, joining back up with Bill. Bill: “Well Stacy Kissinger, good ta see that ya still got it! We might need ya in the mornin’. Mah Tatum here did put back quite a few before ya got here.” Stacy: “Don’t worry ‘bout that Bill. I got a CD of me in mah purse. I’ll give it to ya both when I leave.” Tatum: “Aww, yer not leavin’ this early are ya?” Stacy: “Nah, I’ll hang ‘round fer a bit longah. Just don’t wanna be up late. I wanna be nice, clear and focused on tomorrow night, if ya catch mah drift.” Tatum: “Oh I do. I know whatcha want. And don’t worry ‘bout me Stacy, I’ll be clean and sobah bah then.” Stacy: “I’m not worried ‘bout ya Tatum. I’m worried ‘bout mahself. I don’t wanna let ya down.” Tatum: “Don’t worry. Ya won’t. Ya haven’t yet.” Stacy: “But…but I let Gable down…” Tatum: “Forget ‘bout that bigot Stacy! I’m not Gable. I’m Quickdraw, Tatum McGraw! You’ll be fine. I’m not gonna ditch ya when and if we lose matches. That’s just dab gum silly!” I’m not being overly trusting yet, but I can hear the passion in her voice. She really does seem to mean it. The passion I’m hearing from her is the passion that she’ll be getting from me tomorrow night and in the future. I WANT to succeed. I have the desire and drive to succeed. Now I just need to do that something extra that will put me over the top far more often. Yep, I can definitely learn a lot from my fellow Delight. As we get back to the bar in the front of the house, I sit back down and finish the SoCo that’s still waiting for me on the bar-top. After I’m done throwing it back, I wipe my lips again as Tatum orders herself another drink, this time following my lead. Tatum: “Can ya get me one of what she had?” The bartender fills Tatum’s order as I stand up out of the barstool. Stacy: “If it’s alright Tatum, I kinda have to go. Wanna get a good night’s sleep.” Tatum: “I was hopin’ ya wouldn’t leave so soon, but if ya gotta, ya gotta. I’ll see ya tomorrow then.” I turn to leave when I hear “Wild” Bill Wayne speak up. Bill: “Don’t worry ‘bout mah Tatum havin’ too much neithah Stacy Kissinger. I’ll keep mah eyeballs on her and take her out when I think she’s had too much.” Tatum: “I’ve had far more than this Bill. Ya already know that. Anyways, bye partnah. Ya have a good night.” Stacy: “You too Tatum.” I wave at her and Bill before departing the club. I get a lot of looks on my way out due to my strapless red dress. I brush off these looks though and walk down the street a little bit until I come upon my ole 2010 Chevy Camaro SS. It’s damaged a bit still from past incidents and even though this car reminds me of naïve days in my life, I open up the car door by clicking the button attached to my key ring. Once in the car I buckle myself in and drive off, heading to my next destination, home. [align=center]* * * * *[/align] DATE: Saturday, October 26, 2012 CITY: Dallas, Texas LOCATION: Kissinger Household TIME: Around 12:30 A.M. I’ve just shut the front door of the house when the upstairs light pops on. I look up the steps to see my mother standing there. She walks a few steps down to see me. Mrs. Kissinger: “I was wonderin’ when ya were comin’ home Stacy.” Stacy: “Sorry ‘bout that mom. I figured I’d go out tonight fer a bit with mah new tag team partnah Tatum.” Mrs. Kissinger: “I thought ya liked that record producah of yers. Now ya were out with anotha guy?” I can’t help but to actually chuckle a bit like a schoolgirl. Stacy: “Nah mom. Tatum’s a female. Good company too. She undahstands me.” Mrs. Kissinger: “Oh, no harm, no foul then I guess. Since ya were out tonight though and ya have to leave for Houston in the mornin’, wanna watch a movie or somethin’ since ya haven’t been able to come home much as of late?” Stacy: “Sure mom, but in a bit, need to get outta this dress and make a phone call.” I walk up the stairs as my mom gets back to the top of the steps. I walk by her and into the room that I grew up in. This house seems so vacant without dad… Uh…dad…it’s been so long since I thought about him. At least he’d be proud of me at this juncture, seeing that I’m fighting hard to be successful. I’ll never forgive him for what he did while he was alive, but I can’t just completely shun him out. I know my mom doesn’t as they did at one point love one another very much. I mean, they had me. Thinking of this, I close and lock my room door. I then get out of the new red dress I purchased just earlier today, leaving myself in just a pair of black panties. I look to the computer in the room and decide to turn it on. I sit down in the padded chair and wait for it to fire up. After it does, I log into Facebook, looking to see if Mr. Scoresby is on line. I need to have some sort of contact with him, as soon as possible. When I don’t see his name logged in, I lower my head. I leave myself logged in though, in hopes that he’ll eventually drop in and say hello to me, even if it is at such a late hour like this one. While I await that slim hope to happen, I open up Microsoft Word and look at the blank screen for a few moments until I find my fingers moving… To Supreme Championship Wrestling: As Under Attack approaches, I have done some searchin’ inside myself and my new tag team partner Tatum has helped me to do so as well. After the searchin’ it has made me realize that even though I’ve had plenty go wrong for me in the past, that I can still right the ship and get to where I know I can be. I KNOW I can be the World Champion. I have it in me. It’s just that I’ve disappointed ya’ll really ever since I signed my contract over 4 years ago. Sure I’ve had success. I’ve been a United States Champion, a 2-time Tag Team Champion and the Women’s Champion. But through it all, I’ve noticed that I have held back. My new tag team partner Tatum McGraw, I can tell that she wants nothing but the best for me. Unlike Gable, she won’t hold me back from doing what I know I can do. Ah, now I know what the rest of the roster will think and say. They’ll say that I’m just spewin’ bullplop, and that I was the one to hold Gable Winchester back. Well that just ain’t so. He toyed with my emotions to push me down, but the reality of it all is, ever since he ditched me on live television over a year ago, I’ve had more success than HIM! In the end, he is the weak link between the two of us, not me. Now, between myself and Tatum, there is no weak link. I don’t want to 100% trust her just yet due to what’s happened to me in the past, but slowly yet surely she seems tried and true. However I do believe in her, like she believes in me. With that out there, I more than like our chances moving forward, which is what we get to do tomorrow night down in Houston. The two of us home state ladies get to take on Vanessa Havoc, Sarah Danger and…Hannibal. He’s the one man that finds himself in a terrible position here. Yet the best thing about it…like David Helms and Thorn…he did it to himself. He chose to try and intimidate all four of us, only for it to backfire and blow up right in his face! Hannibal, let me tell you something. Stop flattering yourself by saying you’re taking on the Dallas Delights and Doomsday all by yourself ‘cause you’re your own tag team. The only reason why you don’t have a tag team partner for tomorrow night is ‘cause of your actions. No one else would wanna join you. Well, okay, perhaps Jonathan Knots. But I can see even he is being smart for once and staying far away as possible from myself and Tatum. Just like how you try to intimidate everyone with your size Hannibal, he tries to do the same with his mouth. But he’s all talk and no action. Don’t be like that. I know that so far you’ve taken it to Vanessa and Tatum, but you messed it all up recently by talking up a storm. Sometimes silence is a way to get people to be fearful of you Hannibal, ‘cause they won’t know what you’re all about. But whatever, in the end it doesn’t matter what you say. What matters is if you’re ready to take on the battle that you set up for yourself. Trust me, I’m an expert at this. I’ve set up my own battles and I’ve failed the fans on several occasions. Under Attack will NOT be one of those occasions Hannibal. You’re the one with the spotlight on you this time. Funny that when the spotlight was on you at Aggression before Apocalypse that you failed. I was a reason for why you didn’t get a chance to go for the United States Championship! So while you think you have nothing to prove against Doomsday and against my tag partner, you do have PLENTY to prove against me! Only problem for you Hannibal is that after this Sunday is all said and done, the spotlight will be on Tatum and I. The two of us are willing to work long and hard to be victorious. I don’t think you understand this as you continue to blow up your head to the size of a hot air balloon! I mean listen to yourself Hannibal! You believe this match at Under Attack is because of ME? No. It’s because of YOU! YOU chose to help Chameleon win the Opportunity Battle Royal. YOU chose to pull the ropes down to eliminate me. YOU chose to go after me after I fell to the outside. The common denominator here Hannibal is YOU! Even Doomsday sees that! But whatever, you now seem to have the audacity to think that I’VE made things personal? Question for you. HOW? How have I made things personal? By getting you away from Tatum? That’s not making things personal. We’re here to fight and that’s what I was doing. This passionate brunette was being where the fight was. Thank Brittany Lohan for opening to my eyes to that. She said I should be a woman of action as she knew I was such. Also, you can blame her for my passion and desire rising by the minute. Hannibal, face it, you’re facing someone that WILL eventually be the SCW World Champion. So you shouldn’t feel like you’re babysitting me at all. I’m an adult. Not some whining child like you. Hannibal, you should take on this challenge that you created for yourself tomorrow night, instead of friggin’ complaining about it! However it seems that you won’t be doing that. That’s fine though. It works in the favor of the Dallas Delights and the fans to be honest. Anyways, while you babble and complain, Tatum and I will be finishing our preparations for our match at Under Attack. ‘Cause Tatum and I both have aspirations, we both have passion, and we both desire to be successful AND help SCW out of its dark days that have been brought on further by the appearance of yourself Hannibal…and this new union between Dark Fantasy and the Next Level. The fans need something to cheer for and this Sunday at Under Attack, they’re gonna get that! They’re gonna get to see the beginning of the emergence of the Dallas Delights! Of course there will always be the critics and the non-believers, but I anticipate that. I anticipate the Twitter wars to continue. But as far as that goes, I’ll do what I do best…do my best to remain focused on what truly matters and not get caught up in verbal disputes. I will not be a child like Mr. Knots. I’ll be the adult in the situation and move on and take care of business. This Sunday that business is taking down Vanessa Havoc, Sarah Danger and Hannibal and leave them all singing the blues. I’m sure Tatum feels the same way about things. That being said, until tomorrow night… Sincerely, Stacy Kissinger I rest my hands now down on the desk just as there is a knock on my bedroom door. It’s my mom. Mrs. Kissinger: “I have a movie ready Stacy. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll turn it on.” I look down, realizing that I’m still undressed except for my panties. Stacy: “Uh, I’ll be just a minute or two more mom. I’ll meet ya downstairs.” Mrs. Kissinger: “Alright.” I copy and paste my letter to Supreme Championship Wrestling and go to my e-mail before e-mailing it to www.supremecw.com. I then stand up and step away from the computer before beginning to move about the room and getting on some nighttime clothing from my luggage. It doesn’t take me long before I’m in a white night shirt and a pair of light-fitting sweat pants. I open my room door and head downstairs to join my mother in the living room. Now that I’ve had my girls night out, watching a movie in will be a decent relaxer before I head south to Houston with “Quickdraw” Tatum McGraw tomorrow for Under Attack…which I will do my best to make sure is a good night for not just the SCW fans here in Texas, but the SCW fans all over the world. |
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