Post by whitewidow on Oct 1, 2012 19:41:10 GMT -5
Alex Cross. Arlo Jenson. Whatever his name is, whatever his background, he's another tough nut with a past coming back to haunt him, and he's bringing that great storm chasing him right into my face. Wonderful. Now I know why my dear departed predecessor came to find the gold that never left him such a heavy burden. It attracts flies like shit, shrapnel like a magnet. What am I going to do about it?
Fuck it, I'm Irish, so I'm going for a drink.
I leave the REW arena late at night, showered and changed into a respectable outfit for once. I've taken off my wig, leaving a black bob to blow in the autumn breeze on a chilly night. There's a lump on the back of my head and a little scar where Sara split me open, but the trainer did a good job. After washing out the blood, you can't tell it's there until you touch it and I scream. But tonight I won't be screaming, I'll be singing.
I hit a local bar, not too local that it's bound to be filled with REW wrestlers looking to attack the champion for fun, but close enough that it should be a swift drive for Mr. Former Limo Driver. I sit at the bar, mulling over the note I left in the escape car of Alex Cross as I felt the mist rising from the evening rain. He locked the door, but he's not the only one with a past or the skills to prove it.
He'll be here soon. He's no coward, and he is curious. In the meantime, I slam down my finished bottle of beer and feel the urge to expel it all over a nice white john.[/i]
White Widow: Hey, where's the restroom in this place?
The bartender glances at me, then shakes his head. He's rubbing a glass with a rag that I'm pretty sure he used to wipe his nose mere moments ago. I'm starting to think this place doesn't have a restroom.[/i]
Drunken Patron #1: Hey, little lady, you can rest in my room anytime! Ho ho ho!
The greasy, out of shape thug laughs it up, and his buddies laugh with him. Were I any kind of real ringer I'd beat them all into unconsciousness while screaming profanities, but I'm a bit more cautions than that, so I just sigh and slip out the side door, into the alley.
Then I remember I'm not a guy and peeing against the wall isn't really an option either. But at least it smells better out here next to the dumpsters.
Something wet touches my leg. Don't get excited, it's just a dog. A nice dog, actually. An English Springer Spaniel, nudging its face against me, before gazing up at me with baleful blue eyes.[/i]
White Widow: What's a nice bitch like you doing in a place like this?
Dog: Woof.
White Widow: I didn't know Spaniels could get blue eyes.
The dog just stares. I smile, reminded a little of the eyes of somebody I used to know. But he's gone now, and even after all my work, it seems like he isn't coming back.[/i]
Dog: Woof woof.
I pet the dog. A car door slams out on the street. Ahead I see Arlo/Alex stepping out of a cab, a small note in his hands. He glances at it again, as though still disbelieving, before putting it in his pocket. I know exactly why he has trouble imagining the contents are real. I remember them well.
Fuck it, I'm Irish, so I'm going for a drink.
I leave the REW arena late at night, showered and changed into a respectable outfit for once. I've taken off my wig, leaving a black bob to blow in the autumn breeze on a chilly night. There's a lump on the back of my head and a little scar where Sara split me open, but the trainer did a good job. After washing out the blood, you can't tell it's there until you touch it and I scream. But tonight I won't be screaming, I'll be singing.
I hit a local bar, not too local that it's bound to be filled with REW wrestlers looking to attack the champion for fun, but close enough that it should be a swift drive for Mr. Former Limo Driver. I sit at the bar, mulling over the note I left in the escape car of Alex Cross as I felt the mist rising from the evening rain. He locked the door, but he's not the only one with a past or the skills to prove it.
He'll be here soon. He's no coward, and he is curious. In the meantime, I slam down my finished bottle of beer and feel the urge to expel it all over a nice white john.[/i]
White Widow: Hey, where's the restroom in this place?
The bartender glances at me, then shakes his head. He's rubbing a glass with a rag that I'm pretty sure he used to wipe his nose mere moments ago. I'm starting to think this place doesn't have a restroom.[/i]
Drunken Patron #1: Hey, little lady, you can rest in my room anytime! Ho ho ho!
The greasy, out of shape thug laughs it up, and his buddies laugh with him. Were I any kind of real ringer I'd beat them all into unconsciousness while screaming profanities, but I'm a bit more cautions than that, so I just sigh and slip out the side door, into the alley.
Then I remember I'm not a guy and peeing against the wall isn't really an option either. But at least it smells better out here next to the dumpsters.
Something wet touches my leg. Don't get excited, it's just a dog. A nice dog, actually. An English Springer Spaniel, nudging its face against me, before gazing up at me with baleful blue eyes.[/i]
White Widow: What's a nice bitch like you doing in a place like this?
Dog: Woof.
White Widow: I didn't know Spaniels could get blue eyes.
The dog just stares. I smile, reminded a little of the eyes of somebody I used to know. But he's gone now, and even after all my work, it seems like he isn't coming back.[/i]
Dog: Woof woof.
I pet the dog. A car door slams out on the street. Ahead I see Arlo/Alex stepping out of a cab, a small note in his hands. He glances at it again, as though still disbelieving, before putting it in his pocket. I know exactly why he has trouble imagining the contents are real. I remember them well.
Alex Cross,
I have already achieved what I set out to do in REW. As is the case in real life rather than Hollywood, it did not turn out as expected. If you want this world title, I am willing to surrender it to you, if you prove to be the better woman in the ring. But if I am to give up my dream, I expect you to do the same. Meet me here, name that which is most precious to you in all the world, and once it is mine the title shot shall be yours.
Come meet me on the address on the back of this card.
Ta ta,
The White Widow
Andrea Jezebel White
[/i][/b]I have already achieved what I set out to do in REW. As is the case in real life rather than Hollywood, it did not turn out as expected. If you want this world title, I am willing to surrender it to you, if you prove to be the better woman in the ring. But if I am to give up my dream, I expect you to do the same. Meet me here, name that which is most precious to you in all the world, and once it is mine the title shot shall be yours.
Come meet me on the address on the back of this card.
Ta ta,
The White Widow
Andrea Jezebel White