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Crystal Visions
Crystalline North is a medium?!
We pan in to see the image of Crystalline, Thistle, Raven, and Agatha, all spread around a table. In the center of the table, there is a single white candle, sticking out from a bowl of thyme, illuminating Crystalline's face most, as it is closer to her. She places her hand over the crystal ball in the center of the table, as she looks out to each of her sisters. As the camera spins around slightly, Celeste is also seen sitting directly across from her mother, but she doesn't seem very thrilled to be here, as her arms are crossed over her chest, and the stink face she is expressing almost seems to sour the rest of the room. Crystalline closes her eyes, and she takes a deep breath.
Crystalline: Sisters, we are gathered here on the night of the blood moon, as we ask for the wisdom of the moon to answer our questions. Blessed be.
Sisters: Blessed be!
Everyone looks across the table at Celeste, who remained silent throughout the introduction to the ceremony. Celeste sneers back at them, one at a time, as she leans back in her chair. Crystalline, perhaps for the first time, shows hostility toward her daughter, but only with a mere gaze. Celeste takes a deep breath, and then gives the most fake smile she can conjure up, before she addresses the room with a curtsy.
Celeste: Blessed be...
Agatha: Should we break the circle so that we can rid ourselves of any negative energies, sisters?
Thistle: Celeste is just... shaken. Right sister?
Celeste shrugs her shoulders in a manner of indifference. She looks down at the table before her, distracting herself from what is going on by studying the golden design etched into the mahogany wood.
Celeste: I just didn't realize we'd resorted to Gypsy parlor tricks for the sake of a reality television show, is all.
Raven: It is to educate the archaic Republican-Christians that overflow within this country, dear.
Celeste: So are we going to haggle them on glass beads and steal their wallets, too? You know, I'm really surprised that I am the only one who has a problem with all of this.
Celeste gestures to the table, where most of the displayed items are less traditional of the Wiccan religion, and more along the lines of a fancy fairground fortune tellers stand. She shakes her head and then juts her thumb out toward the camera.
Crystalline: It's all about the opportunity to see into the other side. Not every day do we get a chance to peek behind the veil.
Celeste: Yeah, and not every day do we get a chance to show off how rich you are, either.
Agatha: I've had just about enough of your insubordinate behavior, Celeste.
Thistle: Sisters, don't you see that there is a bigger problem here?
Celeste holds her hand out, gesturing for the group to continue, however, they have already halted their ritual before it could even begin. The other sisters turn to look at Thistle, and Celeste joins in, however, her expression suggests that she's far from pleased with her sister.
Thistle: After the attack from... you know who... We have all been shaken. She didn't even attack us physically like she did with Celeste, so you can only imagine...
Celeste: I told you that I'm fine! What part of that don't you bitches understand? If I have to, I'll shove that cunt back into the oven, and I won't leave until she's turned completely to ashes.
Raven: Honey, we were all traumatized, so it's okay to admit it...
Celeste: She was stupid enough not to finish the job, because I'll do everything I can to be a thorn in her side. It's the only reason I didn't repeal the spell of protection from Tim.
Crystalline looks across the table, sensing a bit of the pain coming from her daughter, and the unnervedness she had been expressing for the last several minutes begins to slowly melt away from her demeanor.
Crystalline: Peaches... the one thing that I hope I taught you is to let things go, and always remember not to use your power for personal gain, or revenge. A true sister of the moon would never abuse her power for fear of the consequences.
Celeste: I'm not! As a matter of fact, right now, I'm the only one who thinks it's pretty fucked up that we're exploiting our religion on national television. Doesn't that count for something?
Just then, the sisters notice a draft in the room, and the flame of the candle flickers. Everyone goes quiet, other than a gasp of shock from each of them. They look around the room, and Celeste snorts in laughter as the camera follows her line of sight to the open window just across from the table.
Celeste: That was spooky, wasn't it, sisters?
Agatha: An open window only makes it easier for spirits to contact us, Celeste.
Thistle: No, I think Celeste is right. It's been windy outside all night.
Crystalline: No, I feel a presence in the room. A sad soul who needs our help to move on!
Raven: Yeah, she's your daughter...
Raven and Agatha share a laugh with one another as Thistle tries to coddle an annoyed Celeste. Crystalline remains unphased by their comments as she snatches up Raven and Agatha's hands. They join in by taking Thistle and Celeste's hands. Once the circle is formed, Crystalline closes her eyes, and her deep, raspy voice almost seems to boom throughout the room.
Crystalline: You who lived yesterday, I’ll call you from my mind to yours, Come back from the shadows into the light and show yourself here!
Another gust of wind comes in through the window, and Celeste shivers. She looks to her sisters, noticing a light trace of condensation in their breaths. Crystalline opens her eyes, and after inspecting the room for a moment, she gasps.
Agatha: What is it that you see, Crys?
Raven: Is it a ghost who dwelled in this spot many years ago?
Thistle: Is it Baba Yaga again?!
Crystalline: I just remembered that I had a pot roast to serve in Cafe World. Twelve hours down the drain, I guess...
Crystalline sighs as she continues to inspect the room. After a moment, she gasps again, and Celeste simply rolls her eyes at her mother.
Celeste: Don't tell me that you forgot about the tiki marsalas, too...
Crystalline simply points over to the corner of the room. Everyone looks over to the corner, but shrouded in shadows, they see nothing. Crystalline's lips move, but no sound escapes. Once everyone is satisfied that there is nothing there, they turn back to Crystalline. Her voice comes out very low and breathy as she barely makes any noise at all. They lean in to try to catch a glimpse as to what she's saying.
Crystalline: They took my baby... those bastards took my baby... They took my baby... those bastards took away my baby.. They took my baby...
Celeste: Who? What baby?
The other sisters hush her as Crystalline continues to say the two phrases over, and over again. Gradually, she gets louder and louder until finally, she slams her fists on the table, cracking Agatha and Raven's hands with it. The two pull away, favoring their hands, but it isn't enough to break the circle. Crystalline stares out at her sisters as she hunches over the table and growls right at Celeste and Thistle.
Crystalline: I WANT MY BABY!!!
Even Celeste is shaken by this as she leans back in her chair. However, the remarkable sound of a baby crying off in the distance seems to capture her attention. The anger ceases, and her expression softens. She gasps and stands up from the table.
Crystalline: Is that baby Beau? Ma cher?
She starts to walk over to the door, picking up the edges of her dress like an old fashioned southern belle as she scurries. However, before she can reach the door, it slams in her face, and the baby crying ceases. Crystalline pounds on the door.
Crystalline: MY BABY! Oh sweet Jesus, my baby...
She begins to wail as she sinks down to her knees. The others simply stare in shock as Crystalline falls to all fours, her hair dangling over her face as she takes deep breaths. She eventually calms down some as she tosses her hair back and looks at her sister in confusion.
Crystalline: Where... what happened?
Agatha: Not only did you make contact, sister, but you actually channeled a spirit!
Raven: Oh, blessed be!
Thistle jolts a bit as she looks around the room. She tosses her hair back, and a smug look comes over her face. She scoffs at her sisters, until she reaches Celeste. Her lips perch out some and she slides her hand down the front of her pants, snorting, and then spitting on the floor next to her.
Thistle: What's a beautiful yuhng woman like you doin' inna room full of old hags, darlin'?
Celeste: Not this again... Sweetie, I told you I won't ever make out with you, not even if you pretend to be the ghost of a Jesse James type.
Thistle: I can't help my curiosities!
Crystalline stands up from her chair and she looks right at Celeste. A sweet, loving expression comes over her face. She walks up behind Celeste, unbeknownst to her, and gently wraps an arm around her, pulling her in for a tender embrace.
Crystalline: Peaches... ain't you just a sight for sore eyes?
Celeste: Mom? Please don't say that to me...
Crystalline: Mom? Ain't nuthin' like yer momma, sweetheart. I miss bein' able to squeeze ya like this.
Celeste slowly looks up, but something about the sight shocks her, though it remains unknown to us. She just stares up, and a tear comes from her eyes. Thistle scoffs and folds her arms over her chest.
Thistle: Great! I can't compete with the real Jesse James!
Celeste: Puh-puh.... pappy?
Crystalline: You bet'cher sweet hide. I been watchin' ya, ever since the day I left Earth. Makes me sad to see yer momma got you wrapped up in this voodoo craziness what with all the Sunday school lessons she went through, but you know no better, darlin'.
Raven, Agatha, and Thistle all look offended, but Celeste can only stare up into what we can only perceive is her grandfather. She nuzzles her head underneath her mother's, and tears start to pour.
Crystalline: Now, now, Peaches. No tears. Yer a big girl now. No more skinned knees or bullies stealin' yer suckers on the playground. You traded all that in fer knockin' tramps flat on their rears. Yer tough, and ain't no pappy in the world gonna let you cry over'im when yer tougher'enn'a Dottie's Sirloin Supreme on a Monday mornin'.
Celeste lets out a laugh as she sniffles. She pulls away slightly and looks up at her mother, nodding her head. She gently reaches forward and wipes away a few tears before kissing Celeste's forehead.
Crystalline: Yer gonna teach them crime fightin' bimbos a lesson they won't soon ferget. Yer pissed off as a hornet, an' they gonna be in the wrong place atta wrong time. Rain down a little biblical justice for yer ole pappy, won't ya?
Celeste: No... but I will kick their skanky asses, and take those tag titles away from them.
Crystalline: It's Adam and Eve, not Adelaide and Eve... Remember that Thistle...
After one last kiss on the forehead, Crystalline looks slightly confused again as she sees her weeping daughter in her arms. She looks around the room to see her other sisters looking a bit upset. Her questioning glance draws out answers quickly.
Raven: Who knew your father was such a hateful, persecutory piece of work. Damning witches and lebsians.
Crystalline: Oh mighty Goddess... I voted "No" on proposition 8! Gays buy more of my records than menopausal women for cryin' out loud!
Crystalline stops her rant as she looks down to see Celeste calmly resting against her chest, for the first time in ages where she isn't ready to snap off with an attitude at anyone and everyone. Crystalline runs her fingers through her daughter's hair as the scene fades.
"You who lived yesterday,
Thank you, Now fly away from this earth
And join the world of spirits,
Blessed be..."
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Even Stephen
#NP "Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie
Sun Devil Gym; Tempe, Arizona (After Climax Control)
I don't even know why I waste my time going to these shows, because I'm like almost never booked. I wonder if I even have a job anymore, and I just found out that I get some sort of shot at a title handed to me. I mean, I guess I shouldn't say "handed" because I've been busting my ass, and busting bitches skulls for ages now. I even beat one of SCW's elite, in our current Bombshell Internet Champion, Mercedes Vargas. But Alexis and have never tagged together, like ever. I guess it makes about as much sense as when Connor and Tim got their shot at the tag titles, except Tim actually pinned one of the Guns For Hire. I've only ever seen Team Hero on Twitter, with Roxi's incessant sunshiney bullshit, and Keira's overt sexuality and threatening to take care of bitches Punisher style. No, scratch that... I think even she would make Frank Castle bawl like a little bitch.
Normally, that would be my kind of people, but Keira? She's just a constant contradiction to everything that she stands for, and it's annoying as fuck. She's a super hero, yet she fails to actually save anyone, because she's too busy rounding up Twitter poon to notice something as simple as Twitter bullying. I don't understand why Roxi puts up with it, let alone ringed that! Oh well, to me, she is just as guilty for allowing her wife to threaten to brutally murder people on Twitter. It's not that I'm against violence at all. Hell, I like it myself. I'm a bit of a sadistic bitch, but I also don't claim to be a hero, out to save the day, for the good of all mankind. I'm not your children's role model, and I never will be. But a fraudulant skank will get me riled up way faster than anything else.
Anyway, as I'm walking around thinking of this bullshit match I've been roped in to, I see my two favorite (SARCASM!) Nobodies in the world, standing against the brick wall outside. Alexis has her arms around Tim, as he has her propped up against the wall. Their lips are a hot mess, pushed together, and moving around in rhythmic motion. I almost don't want to break it up, so I stand there for a moment. I watch as Tim pulls away just long enough to take a drag from his cigarette. He teases at Alexis' lips, but pulls away, before he shotgun's the smoke into her mouth. She breathes it in, and then exhales into the wind before she leans up and into him.
In a way, I'm kind of proud of Tim. He went through a really fucked up way of getting to it, but he finally has what he's wanted all along. He doesn't apologize for anything he's done, and it makes me sad to be so mad at him. He's exactly who he should be, but I can't get over the fact that he slept with my boyfriend. I mean, he literally flip flopped, naked, all over my bed, with my boyfriend. I had to burn my bed and get a new one, because I could smell his scent of axe cologne and ball sweat all over it! I guess he figured out a few things about himself, and I'm happy about that, but the betrayal is going to take some time to get over. However, Spike told me just last week that I needed to find a way to get past it for the greater good of this team, so I'm going to try. I clear my throat loudly, but apparently not loud enough to overcome their moans and groans, as they don't stop. Their lips continue to pang against one another, and finally? I just can't take it anymore.
Me: Would you two children[/b] get a motherfucking room, or something? I mean, neither of you are new to this, so why must you rub it in all of us single people's faces?
Tim looks around, and I know exactly what he's about to say, but he knows better at this point, so he stops. However, Alexis seems to have the same idea, and she isn't on my shit list, so she blurts it out, just the the bitch that she is.
Alexis: What other single people? You're the only lonely bitch I see around here.
God, I love her...
Me: Oh, hardy harrr harrrrrr, Alex.
Not that I would usually pull out the "Alex" card, but with everything that has gone on, that she knows nothing about, it wasn't very funny for me. Even Tim gets an awkwardly horrified look on his face as he looks away from Alexis. Before she has a chance to react, I completely work my way between the two of them, wrapping my arms around them in a casually friendly sort of way. Alexis looks a little shocked, but Tim looks almost scared.
Me: So.... whatcha two lovebirds doing? Oh... am I interrupting?
Tim: No... Alexis: Yeah...
They both contradict the other's answer, but because I'm being an extra big bitch tonight, I choose to go with the one answer that suits my own needs as I ruffle the little bit of Tim's hair that he has left. Even I have to admit that the big goof kind of got hot all of a sudden, but I don't let that cloud my judgment.
Me: Great. I'm so glad I'm not interrupting. I just figured that we needed to talk about our match against the extra special super Lesley's that we are facing in two weeks, and Tim could shine some of his wisdom upon us. What do you say, Lexi?
Lexi: We were kind of busy, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to make sure we're on the same page.
Me: No, not good enough. See, I was really hoping that we could get closer. I mean, we're facing two wives. Not that I want to get that close to you, but we could use a bit of a boost in our personal chemistry.
Tim won't even look at me, and that feeling is pretty awesome right now. It almost instantly makes me feel better to watch him look off to the ground, and out about fifteen feet. I squeeze him a little tighter as I smile brightly, causing Alexis to fall off guard a bit.
Me: I mean, I thought we could start with a little bonding exercise, like truth or dare.
Lexi: Right now?
Me: Yeah, yeah... what better place than here? What better time than now? Aw hell, can't stop us now!
Reference was totally lost on little miss sunshine here, so I just roll my eyes at her and move along.
Me: Okay, Lex... truth or dare?
Lexi: Um...
Me: Your boyfriend fucked my boyfriend! Surprise!
Tim almost sinks down to my level as he slips out of my arms. He looks at both of us, horror written all over his face. I can't help but look over to Alexis, seeing the expression on her face, confusion, and so many different emotions taking their turn being represented on her face as silence takes over.
Me: Yeah. They made a little video with my video camera, while we were out in Boston. I have to admit, it was kind of hot. Can anyone say "power bottom"? I almost feel like I should ask him for tips on how to really take dick, because, for his first time? Maybe first? He was actually really good at it. I mean...
Tim: CELESTE!!! STOP IT!!!
Me: Oh, no, no, no, Timmy. You don't get to tell me to stop. You betrayed me. You went behind my back and you did something that you knew was wrong. You lied, you cheated, and you stole from me. That doesn't fly with the one person who holds the only thread of protection from your Boogeyman...
Lexi: Celeste, cut it the fuck out!
I turn to her, and our eyes lock. There is a moment of anger between us. It's nothing new, but we've learned how to focus that on things that actually matter, instead of throwing it back and forth at one another. Neither one of us wants to waiver, so we remain locked on for what seems like forever before Tim comes up to Alexis' side, to form a united front against me.
Tim: That was pretty fucked up of you, too, C.
Me: You know all about getting fucked up, don't you, Timbo? I tell you what. I feel like we need to take your dad's advice, and learn to get over things. Let me be very clear that I won't ever trust you again, Tim... but I will get over this little fight. I just need to figure out how.
Alexis is still in a bit of shock, but much to our surprise, she doesn't pull away from Tim. She stands there by his side, and in a way, I'm glad for that. Tim looks very angry right now, and I can't blame him. Something tells me that he doesn't blame me for what I've done either.
Me: We aren't taken seriously because we fight like little children. That shit needs to stop. And the only way I can think to do that is to start living in the open. I know I'm not part of you two, but I am a part of the bigger picture. I'll be damned if I'm going to keep a secret like that, where when it comes out down the line, it tears you two apart, and drags me down with it. I just won't. So, from now on, everything is out in the open. Deal?
Tim doesn't quite know how to react. He looks at me, and his anger begins to fade. There is an intensity within him, and for a minute, I almost feel like I can relate to something going on within him, but he grabs my attention with a nod of his head.
Tim: I think we can deal with that, can't we babe?
Tim looks over to Alexis, who still seems a bit taken aback by the news I shared. She almost looks mad at me for it, but for once, she bites her tongue and doesn't say anything about it.
Lexi: I want to make this shit work. I'm tired of fighting with each other, instead of fighting with bitches like Team Hero or Mercedes Vargas...
Me: Good, then it's settled. We're all on the same page. Well, almost...
Lexi: Almost?
Before the bitch even knows what hit her, I grab the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her brunette hair. She is about to react with violence, in response to violence, but then I yank her head back, and plant a kiss on her lips that she won't soon forget. Tim watches in shock, even going as far as to let out a small giddy laugh, rubbing his hands together as he enjoys the elongated kissing, despite Alexis' protests. I lock her bottom lip between my teeth as I pull back a bit, letting her lip snap back as she just looks even more confused than she did before. I wink at her as I whistle the melody to "I Kissed a Girl". Tim grins as I start to walk off.
Me: Oh... and one more thing...
I rear my leg back, and kick Tim in the nards, so hard that he lets out a sickening grunt as he doubles over on to both knees, and then face first to the ground. David Beckham would be jealous of that one. I wipe a bit of saliva from my lip, puckering them before popping them, looking back to Alexis.
Me: Tim is a lucky guy... well, not too lucky right now, but...
I chuckle as I wink at him. I pat the back of his head as I lean down.
Me: I'm willing to call it even now, T. Your protection spell stays intact, so don't worry.
I stand back up completely, ruffling the back of his head a bit before I walk off, a bit of a proud spring in my step. I do feel a lot better now, so maybe I shouldn't be down on Spikey Boy. He might actually know what he's talking about...
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WTF?
#NP "The Resistance" by Anberlin
Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport; Phoenix, Arizona
I'm just going to say it? What the fuck?! For truth! I'm standing in the middle of the terminal, my duffel bags in my hand as I look over at Tim. He's just as stunned, and he doesn't even know what to do. Once the situation fully settles in, Tim chases after one of the officers trailing behind the crowd. I shake my head as I mutter underneath my breath.
Me: Damn...
I chase after Tim as I try to wave him down with my free hand, but he's too absorbed in trying to get the answers that we already know. I can't blame him for trying though, as the officer brushes off his questioning.
Tim: What is this all about? Hey, pig fucker! Answer me!
Me: TIM! Chill out. We'll get it figured out, okay?
Tim doesn't even hear me, but the officer he's addressing hears us both. Heh, isn't that messed up that I'M the voice of reason here? Unreal. The officer turns around, his eyes wide with anger as he looks right at Tim, who shows no signs of fear, blinded by love, perhaps?
Officer Bacon (IRONY!): You might want to listen to your little friend there. I'm just doing my job here, and as you are not an immediate family member, you don't get to demand answers. Save that for the station.
Tim: Why do you have to be such a fucking dick, man? I'm not asking you to let her go, but that's my girlfriend, and...
Me: Tim, obviously he's not going to tell us anything we don't already know. Lets just check into the hotel and by that time, she will be processed, and we can figure it out then and there.
Tim tries everything he can to protest this, but the light distraction gives the officer time to walk off and disappear into the crowd that has formed around Alexis and the doughnut patrol who is leading her through the airport. As Tim turns around to see the officer has gone, he looks back at me with anger in his eyes.
Tim: Look what you did!!!
Me: Yeah, I just saved you from going to Cell Black C where you will be Bitch Du Jour for Tiny, the big black guy who got the nickname for irony's sake... in all senses of the word. I mean, unless that's your thing...
Trying to lighten the mood doesn't exactly work right now as Tim simply glares at me. He shakes his head and we simply push our way through the crowd so that we can start figuring shit out. Tim is quiet the entire way through the airport, and even as we hail down a taxi, he remains silent. The only noise he makes along the way to the hotel is an annoyed grunt as he tries to get to his wallet to pay for our taxi ride, despite my offer to pay. He just shakes his head and hands the card to the driver as we gather our bags from the trunk. Once we are inside, and checked in, he doesn't make another sound until we get up to our rooms. Instead of going in to mine, I join Tim in his to make sure he's okay, but he's clearly not. He tosses his bags down on his bed, as I set mine down on the floor next to the door. Tim sits down on the edge of his bed as he quickly pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Me: Tim, are you...?
Tim: NO I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY!!! I'm freaking out so bad right now that it's unreal, Celeste!
I almost jump back from his sudden outburst, but instead, I approach him slowly and sit down next to him on the edge of the bed. I think I've found it much easier to forgive him that I had imagined I would. I wrap a friendly arm around him as he rests his head on my shoulder for only a split second. This small gesture lets me know that we are back to good again for the most part.
Me: We're going to get this shit figured out, okay?
Tim: Why do you even care so much? You already said that you won't ever trust me again, and it's obvious that you don't care much for Alexis, other than shoving your tongue down her throat.
Me: Ohhh bullshit... you act all mad about it, but you liked it, you freak.
For just a second or two, he chuckles, and the mood is lightened up a bit. However, he does continue scrolling his finger across his screen quickly, trying to round up any and every Nobody that he can for support. I join him for a moment, getting in touch with Tessa to get her to head this way. However, before I can get any further, I hear a knocking on a nearby door, but it's pretty loud and obnoxious. I ignore it for a second, until I hear a familiar voice.
"Hello! Celeste? Celeste?!"[/b]
Even in screaming, she sounds breathy like Marilyn Monroe. Fabianna... damn it, I forgot she was going to be here in Phoenix for support for the show...
Fabianna: I thought we were doing lunch today!
I pat Tim's arm as he simply nods, though his gaze doesn't leave his cell phone. I stand up from the bed and I walk over to the door, opening it. Fabianna is still rapping at my door, almost whining as she leans against it. I clear my throat and she turns around, gasping as she tries to run the ten feet across the hallway in her clearly uncomfortable high heels.
Fabianna: Oh my goddess, I'm so sorry to whoever I was bothering in there, but I swear the lady at the front desk told me 508. Five hundred and eight, right? That's 508?
I laugh at her breathlessness as she looks inside of the room, and she pulls me by my arm to the outside of the room, and she points at Tim on the bed, and it's silent conversation time, like I'm supposed to be able to read her lips... Though, this time it's kind of obvious that she's saying "Oh my goddess, he's fucking hot!"
Me: Yeah... that's Tim. The guy that slept with Chad.
Her jaw drops as she tries to absorb everything that I've just said. I guess she doesn't do a very good job of it as she asks me anyway.
Fabianna: Are you two...? Should I come back? Is this some kind of weird revenge thing, because I can never really tell with you two...?
Me: No. Look, it's complicated, but we're just good friends. He did get kind of hot suddenly, but he's like my little brother, so I would never sleep with him. I'm trying to be a better person, and I've forgiven them both.
Fabianna: So you went back to him again? Girl, you have got to be kidding me.
Me: No, I didn't. I just made him move to the other side of mom's place so that I don't ever have to see him, and he can do whatever he wants. I'm just so filled with hatred for so many things and so many people, that I can't hang on to it all anymore. I have to start letting it go.
Fabianna smiles, holding onto her heart as she acts like that's the most heartwarming thing she's ever heard... though, she's friends with bitchy models like Delia Darling, so it probably is.
Fabianna: That's so sweet. Seriously, I love hearing that you don't want to walk around, being a totally miserable bitch all of the time.
Me: Oh, it's nice to know that you feel that way about me, Fabi.
Fabianna: No, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... ummm...
She makes an awkward face as she basically admits that it is exactly how it sounds. I just roll my eyes as I open the door to Tim's hotel room again. We step inside, and it's clear that she can't take her eyes off of Tim's arms, exposed through his tight fitting tank top. It almost takes the jaws of life to get her to stop staring, but luckily Tim is too worried about getting answers on Alexis' situation to notice. I lean in and whisper to her.
Me: Do you just want me to leave so you can rape him, or what?
Fabianna: Girl...
She grins, but I snap my fingers in front of her face, finally breaking the trance that she's in.
Me: He's busy trying to get his girlfriend out of jail right now... His girlfriend...
She opens her mouth, not making a sound, but mouthing the response of "ohhhhh..." as she looks sort of disappointed.
Me: Yeah, his girlfriend is supposed to be my tag team partner at Blaze of Glory, but she did some shit in her past, and now she's locked up, and we're going to have to forfeit our chance at the titles.
Tim: I'm going to get her out today, C. Don't talk like that, because she will be there. She has to be...
Fabianna: What did she do? I mean, she might not be out for a while...
I jerk my nails across my neck, telling her to cut it out, but Tim seems almost eager to distract himself for a moment to explain to her.
Tim: She ran away from home two years ago, and she stole a shit load of money from her parents when she did it, and her dickhead dad pressed charges, so she got arrested as soon as we touched down in Phoenix.
Fabianna: Oh, it's Phoh-eenicks, sweetie. Like Phone, without the "N"... and then eenicks, like.... eenicks.
Me: The "O" is silent, Fabi.
Fabianna: I don't think any letter of the alphabet should be silenced. It's so rude to the creator of Alpha-Bits, the boring version of Lucky Charms where we get the alphabet from...
She sounds so sure of herself, and that's what makes this that much more sad. Tim only blinks, just as unsure of how to respond as I am, as she continues to nod her head. He opens his mouth to speak, trying not to be rude by laughing before he continues on.
Tim: So I'm trying to figure out how serious the charges are, and seeing if we can pool some money together to bail her out today.
Fabianna: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope it works out for you, but Celeste and I have lunch plans for today, so...
Me: Uh, sweetie, I'm not going to lunch until we figure out what's going on. This is more important than paying fifty dollars for a bite sized meal...
Just then, Tim holds a finger up to silence us as he jumps up from the bed, his phone to his ear. He turns his back to us, as he gets his professional voice in order, which kind of almost makes me giggle at how serious he's trying to be.
Tim: Yes, I'm trying to find information on my girlfriend who was arrested about an hour ago at Phoenix...
Fabianna: PHO-eenicks!
Tim: Uh, Sky Harbor International Airport. Yes, her name is Alexis Edwards... Um, yeah, that sounds like her...
Tim turns back to us as he makes a face that suggests she's caused some serious trouble in her short time of being incarcerated. He turns back again to continue talking.
Tim: I was wondering how much her bail is set at, because we'd like to get her out immediately... Uh huh... Uh huh...
Tim looks a little more at ease as he turns back to us, leaning against the wall as he nods his head. I can see that his smile is returning, but that all changes in a split second as he practically growls into the phone.
Tim: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
Uh oh, not good...
Tim: What do you MEAN she's being held without bail?! What kind of shit is that? Accused murderers get out on bail, but she steals a bit of money, and she isn't eligble for bail? What kind of bullshit is that?!
I hear a knock on the door, and I drag Fabianna along with me to it. I open the door and Tessa is standing there, ready to come in, but I grab onto her arm as well, as I drag both of them out of the room as Tim begins screaming from inside of the room, things begin crashing, and I know that I made the right call here.
Tessa: What the actual fuck is going on in there?
Fabianna: I wish I knew. All I know is that I'm beginning to feel like a graham teacher.
Me: Well, obviously you got my texts because you're here, but apparently Alexis is being held without bail. So, Tim is flipping his shit, and aparently I don't have a partner for the tag titles now, unless...
Tessa: Um, no... Just, no. I can't even, luv. Ye should know how it turned out the last time I got in the ring.
Me: Ugh, suck it up buttercup! We finally have a chance to bring gold back to the Nobodies, and I really just need a warm body to take those two down.
Fabianna: Oh! I have a warm body! I could even wear extra coats... and socks. I know how to karate chop too, see?
Fabianna begins doing weak karate chops and kicks that look much like what a kid might do while watching reruns of Power Rangers, along with the "Hi-yaw!" sounds and all. Tessa motions to her as an eligible tag team partner for me, but I rolls my eyes and shake my head.
Me: I need a partner that knows their way around the ring.
Fabianna: How hard can it be? It's a square... or a circle... wait, how can it be both a square and a circle? Plus it has six sides which makes it like an octogon or something... Okay, maybe you're right. Tessie, you gotta gotta gotta do it.
Tessa: I don't "gotta gotta gotta" do anything. Besides, that's me signature move in any stable I'm a part of.
Me: Oh, come now... How else would Delia, Veronica, Liz, Holly, or Angelica have gotten fresh mineral waters that cost more than what I make in a night of wrestling, without you? And how else would Connor's dick get sucked if it weren't for you?
Tessa surprises me by punching me in the arm, and what's more is that it actually kind of hurt. I could have easily swung back at her, but I think I have a better idea of how to hurt her even worse than any punch could.
Me: Then actually do something around here, Tessa. Stop waiting for someone else to tell you what to do, and take some initiative. Help me take some championships away from those frauds, Team Hero. Even someone who has only ever wrestled in one match could bring more prestige to those titles than two women who live on Twitter, gathering up pussy, and shooting rainbows from their asses, while Keira also contradicts herself by bullying and threatening others.
Tessa: Not that I'm trying to defend them, but they are trained wrestlers, and I don't know a suplex from me own arse.
Me: Roxi might know what she's doing, but Keira doesn't know what she's doing. She sucks, and if it wasn't for Roxi, she wouldn't be shit. Just target her. Act like a cheeky Millwall thug, and break her knee caps off, and I'll handle Roxi.
Tessa: I... I just don't know, C. I mean, I can recall some battles between Delia and Roxi, and Delia barely escaped with her championship either time. Do ye really think we could battle that?
I close my eyes tightly as I listen to her talk down about herself, as well as me and I've had enough.
Me: Just because you're a broken down bitch who constantly doubts herself, that doesn't mean that I feel that way about myself. I don't aim for what I know I can defeat, because then I will never get better. I aim for the stars, and if I fall on my ass against Team Hero, then I will get up, dust myself off, and try again. But I don't set myself up for failure, and that's why I beat Mercedes Vargas and any other bitch that's gotten in my way. Jenny Tuck had a big reputation, but I took her down. I believed that I could, and maybe I did pray to the Goddess for guidance, but I'll be fucked if I'm going to doubt myself... and you shouldn't either, because you are a fierce bitch, Tessa.
Fabianna raises her hand in the air as she snaps like I just took them both to church, nodding her head, and cheering me on.
Fabianna: Truth!
Me: But, if you don't want to help me out with Team Hero, then at least make yourself useful and deal with Tim while I go clear my head.
Without even giving her the choice, I walk off with Fabianna just behind me. So, it's clear that I only have two choices now. I can do the impossible and take on Team Hero by myself... like the bosses would let that happen... or I can track down a new partner. Either way, I will be fighting Team Hero at Blaze of Glory, so aptly titled, because that's exactly how their tag title reign is going to go down...
(((TBC Next Week)))
