Post by Speede on Feb 17, 2013 17:42:18 GMT -5
The Alamo is one of the most recognizable battle grounds in Texas, if not the very most. The rich history of the fort in which the Mexican army under President Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna defeated the Texan troops at the modern day San Antonio site is still recognized as one of the pivotal points in the Texas Revolution, when the state broke away from the rule of Mexico. It was what inspired all of Texas to band together and fend off the oppression put upon them by Mexico, and it is considered by many the stand in which the Texan army came together and surged forward to battle at the Battle of San Jacinto, a battle which would end the revolution.
And it is at this site that we find ourselves today, as a matter of fact. We come upon none other than Roy Speede, spending an early Valentine’s Day morning paying tribute to the lives lost in one of the most recognizable battles in the history of the Lone Star State. Along with him on this fine day, is none other than- No, I’m not about to say Abbie Grande. It’s a nice thought, but you’re mistaken. Roy’s friend and Genesis teammate Sarah Twilight has made an appearance with him at The Alamo today, spending some time outside the arena itself with her ally and hopefully planning out their battle against The Perfect Red Bulls, one of the newer WCF Tag Teams on the circuit.
In fact, we arrive to the fact that the two, as we would have it, are in the front lobby of the Alamo itself, which has become, more than anything else, a sort of museum, a commemoration to the
Roy Speede: “No, no, be patient Sarah. I’m sure the next tour is going to start soon.”
Sarah Twilight: “Look, Roy, no offense here, but for fuck’s sake, nobody cares. Do you really need a damn tour of The Alamo?”
Roy Speede: “Well, I guess we don’t really need to have a tour of the place, but I’d love a tour, to see everything and learn everything that went on here, since you know WCF isn’t some sort of elite educational facility with an American History class or anything.”
Sarah Twilight: “You want to know what fucking went on here? Mexico attacked Texas here, and like ten days or so of smaller fights led to a full on fucking assault by the Mexicans. They beat us, and then a month and a half later Texas got their revenge at San Jacinto and won the war for their independence. There, you learned it, can we please do something more productive with our time?!”
Roy Speede: “That’s not what I meant, Sarah, and you know it! I want to see the sights, I want to breathe in the atmosphere of the battlefield and get a good luck at what went on here. After all, it’s not every day you visit a famous battle site from the Mexican American War.”
Sarah Twilight: “God damn, Roy, are you really that fucking stupid?”
Roy Speede: “Me? What did I do?”
Sarah Twilight: “It wasn’t the Mexican American War, you retard. It was the War for Texan Independence. The Mexican American War was ten fucking years later! Fuck, now I know why you need to learn history.”
Roy Speede: “Hey, shuddup Sarah! I’m not a history buff; I’m a math expert!”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh yeah, then how many years is it from 1836 to 1846, smartass?”
Roy Speede: “Ten...”
Sarah Twilight: “Exactly. Ten fucking years passed between The Alamo and the Mexican American War.”
Roy Speede: “Okay, okay, I get it! Geez, Sarah, get off my back! I get it! Stop being such a boudle, for christ’s sake.”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh fuck no. You did not just call me a fucking boud-“
Roy Speede: “Hey, look! I think that’s where the old Alamo Chapel must’ve been.”
Roy points out one of the windows at another building within the complex, one with a large cross on the top of the building. It’s been restored, but the repairs are obvious from the otherwise worn down appearance of most of the structure.
Sarah Twilight: “I thought you weren’t a history buff? Fucking boudle...”
Roy Speede: “It doesn’t take a history buff to see the big giant cross on the top of the building, Sarah! I’d have to be blind to miss that!”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh, thank you! For a minute there, I was afraid you were blind and deaf, in addition to completely fucking stupid.”
Roy Speede: “Very funny, Sarah. Just be grateful I know what I’m doing when it comes to competing in that wrestling ring, or you really would be in a load of trouble.”
Sarah Twilight: “You’re fucking kidding me. I’d be in trouble against those two? Yeah, right. And Hardcore McMurderKill is going to be the next World Champion.”
Obvious sarcasm from the mouth of Sarah.
Roy Speede: “You never know. I’m pretty sure you’d beat the living feces out of them on your own, but you don’t have to worry about that, chica. You’ve got backup.”
Sarah Twilight: “Please, tell me you didn’t just call me ‘chica’. I will fucking hurt you, Roy. I will fucking hurt you, and I will leave you physically incapable of having children.”
Roy Speede: “Whoa, calm down, Sarah! I didn’t mean it in a mean way like that! I was just saying, that’s what you are, is a female.”
Sarah Twilight: “This is America. Speak. Fucking. English.”
Roy Speede: “Okay, okay, just relax! We’ve got to be on the same page or this isn’t going to work well at all!”
Sarah Twilight: “No, what’s not going to work well at all is you being a fucking moron all the damn time. If you’re going to say stupid shit, go hunt down Abbney or whatever the fuck her name is, and tell her, because she is the only one who fucking cares.”
Roy Speede: “You mean Abbie?”
Sarah Twilight: “Yeah, her. Speaking of her, why the fuck did you drag me out here, instead of her?”
Roy Speede: “Well, for one thing, we’ve got to go over the plan for this Sunday, and I figured we could get a jump start on that now.”
Sarah Twilight: “You could have chosen any place on the entire fucking planet for that, Roy. You decided it was the best idea to drag me the fuck to the Alamo for this instead of meeting at the arena, in the lobby of the hotel, or for the love of fuck, at least some place with air conditioning?”
Roy Speede: “I... Um... I... Hey, didn’t you always want to visit one of the most recognizable sites in the history of United States Military operations?”
Sarah Twilight: “No, Roy. I’ve said it how many fucking times now, that I don’t fucking care about the Alamo!?!”
Roy Speede: “Look, if you’re this adamant about it, we can go find somewhere else to talk things over and plan out our match.”
Sarah Twilight: “Yes, please! Fucking thank you! I just want to get the fuck out of here!”
Roy Speede: “Alright, let’s go then. I don’t mind.”
Roy sighs, shaking his head and obviously a little disappointed, while a grin still shows on Sarah’s face. The two of them direct their attention toward the door, and Sarah takes the first step. They cross the room, Roy’s pace a bit somber while Sarah’s seems more urgent, and she opens the door, taking the first step out into the... well, relatively moderate temperatures, considering it’s winter in Texas. She stops, and Roy steps out of the door, coming to a stop as he pulls the door closed to see Abbie Grande standing before them.
Her appearance is rather flustered, and she appears to be somewhere between sorrowful and furious, and her clothes are still wrinkled as if she’d slept in them. The sun is still only just past sunrise, so it couldn’t be too late in the morning, but Abbie still appears wide awake, and her mixed emotional appearance, with a tear rolling down one cheek, is disheartening. She looks from Roy to Sarah, and then back to Roy, and just shakes her head.
Abbie Grande: “Roy, just what the hell are you doing here with her?”
Roy Speede: “Nothing, Abbie. We were going to take a tour of The Alamo, since you didn’t want to come with me, but Sarah talked me out of it, and we were probably going to head back to the arena to talk over our plans for the match on Sunday. Why?”
Abbie Grande: “Well, first things first, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m your girlfriend. It’s not exactly nice to be out with some other woman behind my back, Roy, and to cheat on me on Valentine’s Day... I’m furious, Roy. I’m so damned furious right now I just want to scream. Please, tell me this is all a lie, some horrible nightmare, that I’m just imagining all of this.”
Sarah Twilight: “I’m not getting into this one, Roy. Deal with your shit. I’ve got better things to do; once you get this shit figured out, you know where to find me if you want to finish going over the details for the match.”
The two pause in their tracks as Sarah walks out across the parking lot, and we turn our focus back to Abbie and Roy as Abbie shoves Roy up against the wall beside the door of the main building, the one he and Sarah were just inside.
Abbie Grande: “God dammit, Roy! This is real, isn’t it? This is all real, and you’re cheating on me! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Abbie turns and leans back against the wall, burying her face in her hands as a cry echoes out through her hands. Roy shakes his head and tries to put his hand on her shoulder, but she shoves him again and he nearly stumbles backward onto his rear, but manages to stay on his feet.
Abbie Grande: “Go away, Roy! I don’t ever want to see you again! You’re such a pig, and I can’t believe you would cheat on me like this! Back when we first started dating, you promised nothing like this would ever happened! You promised, and now look what you did! Dammit, this is the worst Valentine’s Day ever!”
Roy Speede: “Abbie, relax. It’s nothing like that. Sarah and I are just friends, and we were only talking over how we’re going to go about winning our match this week. We’re a tag team, and I don’t want to screw up and cost her the Television Title, and we were only trying to make sure we were on the same page about our match. I’m not cheating on you, and I’d never cheat on you. You’re the only one for me, and sure, we’ve had some difficulties in the past, but they’re in the past, and I’m not willing to go through those problems again. Just... Stop crying, please. Listen, I’m not cheating on you, Abbie.”
Abbie Grande: “So you’re trying to tell me that you’re spending time with Sarah Twilight on Valentine’s Day to talk about a match, huh?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, Abbie. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Look, all the restaurants in town are going to be insanely busy tonight, and the chances are really high that we wouldn’t even get in anywhere if we tried. I planned this out that Sarah and I could figure out our match plans today, and then instead of having to wait three hours for a table on Valentine’s Day, we could spend all of tomorrow and Saturday together, go out for a fancy dinner both nights, and just enjoy ourselves without all the crowds and the shoving, as a sort of belated Valentine’s Day where I wouldn’t have to worry about Sarah, the match, wrestling, any of it, and it could be just you and me.”
Abbie Grande: “You’re telling the truth?”
Roy nods his head.
Roy Speede: “Of course, Abbie. I couldn’t lie to you, babe. I love you, and you’re my one and only.”
Abbie lowers her hands and looks up to see his sympathetic, compassionate expression. She wraps her arms tight around his neck and hugs him, and then kisses his cheek.
Abbie Grande: “Alright, Roy. I believe you. Let’s just get out of here, okay?”
Roy Speede: “Sure, let’s do it. We can go out for a nice brunch, and maybe afterward see if the hot tub is open back at the hotel. How’s that sound?”
Abbie Grande: “Sounds like a plan, Roy.”
Abbie holds up the keys, and hands them to Roy. She forces a weak smile and lets go of him, and Roy puts his arm around her shoulders as they start across the parking lot to where Abbie parked her sister’s car. As they do so, Abbie looks up at Roy, and takes a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.
Abbie Grande: “So, who are you even facing this week, Roy? Are you sure you guys are going to be ready for it?”
Roy Speede: “We’re going to be ready, Abbie. Genesis is always ready... We’re facing Freya Kane and Kaylyn.”
Abbie Grande: “Kaylyn again? Gosh, it’s like every time you set foot in the ring, it has something to do with her. Or at least, it did for a really long time.”
Roy Speede: “I know we did. But hey, look at it this way; last time I was in a match against Kaylyn, she got scared and ran away from the match because she knows that I’ve gotten so damn good lately that she can’t beat me. And she never could beat Sarah Twilight, so the two of us as her opponents is an easy win for the two of us and an easy loss for her. Running was the only way out of it, and that’s what she did.”
Abbie Grande: “Yeah, no kidding. She’s always been the type to pick her battles and make sure she didn’t go into the match with the realization that she could very easily lose the match... But wait, what about Freya? Isn’t she related to Brad Kane?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I think they’re cousins. But still, we both know the only reason she’s even in the WCF in the first place is because her last name happens to start with a K and rhymes with pain. She’s got about as much talent in that ring as a can of that so-called ‘beverage of choice’ of hers, and the only wings she’d ever be getting are the ones that come from dying and being taken up to heaven to join her cousin’s entire career. She’s got nothing, and she’ll be nothing but a distant memory to the WCF fans after we’re done with her... But this match isn’t something you need to worry about, Abbie. Just relax and enjoy San Antonio; maybe we can catch a Spurs game if they’re in town, and we can just have fun. That’s what this is all about right now.”
Abbie Grande: “If you say so, Roy. If you say so.”
The scene fades as they climb into Annie Grande’s car, Abbie in the passenger’s seat and Roy behind the wheel, and the car backs out of the parking space and pulls out onto the road, and speeds off into the distance, leaving us but to look back upon the battlefield known as The Alamo...
And it is at this site that we find ourselves today, as a matter of fact. We come upon none other than Roy Speede, spending an early Valentine’s Day morning paying tribute to the lives lost in one of the most recognizable battles in the history of the Lone Star State. Along with him on this fine day, is none other than- No, I’m not about to say Abbie Grande. It’s a nice thought, but you’re mistaken. Roy’s friend and Genesis teammate Sarah Twilight has made an appearance with him at The Alamo today, spending some time outside the arena itself with her ally and hopefully planning out their battle against The Perfect Red Bulls, one of the newer WCF Tag Teams on the circuit.
In fact, we arrive to the fact that the two, as we would have it, are in the front lobby of the Alamo itself, which has become, more than anything else, a sort of museum, a commemoration to the
Roy Speede: “No, no, be patient Sarah. I’m sure the next tour is going to start soon.”
Sarah Twilight: “Look, Roy, no offense here, but for fuck’s sake, nobody cares. Do you really need a damn tour of The Alamo?”
Roy Speede: “Well, I guess we don’t really need to have a tour of the place, but I’d love a tour, to see everything and learn everything that went on here, since you know WCF isn’t some sort of elite educational facility with an American History class or anything.”
Sarah Twilight: “You want to know what fucking went on here? Mexico attacked Texas here, and like ten days or so of smaller fights led to a full on fucking assault by the Mexicans. They beat us, and then a month and a half later Texas got their revenge at San Jacinto and won the war for their independence. There, you learned it, can we please do something more productive with our time?!”
Roy Speede: “That’s not what I meant, Sarah, and you know it! I want to see the sights, I want to breathe in the atmosphere of the battlefield and get a good luck at what went on here. After all, it’s not every day you visit a famous battle site from the Mexican American War.”
Sarah Twilight: “God damn, Roy, are you really that fucking stupid?”
Roy Speede: “Me? What did I do?”
Sarah Twilight: “It wasn’t the Mexican American War, you retard. It was the War for Texan Independence. The Mexican American War was ten fucking years later! Fuck, now I know why you need to learn history.”
Roy Speede: “Hey, shuddup Sarah! I’m not a history buff; I’m a math expert!”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh yeah, then how many years is it from 1836 to 1846, smartass?”
Roy Speede: “Ten...”
Sarah Twilight: “Exactly. Ten fucking years passed between The Alamo and the Mexican American War.”
Roy Speede: “Okay, okay, I get it! Geez, Sarah, get off my back! I get it! Stop being such a boudle, for christ’s sake.”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh fuck no. You did not just call me a fucking boud-“
Roy Speede: “Hey, look! I think that’s where the old Alamo Chapel must’ve been.”
Roy points out one of the windows at another building within the complex, one with a large cross on the top of the building. It’s been restored, but the repairs are obvious from the otherwise worn down appearance of most of the structure.
Sarah Twilight: “I thought you weren’t a history buff? Fucking boudle...”
Roy Speede: “It doesn’t take a history buff to see the big giant cross on the top of the building, Sarah! I’d have to be blind to miss that!”
Sarah Twilight: “Oh, thank you! For a minute there, I was afraid you were blind and deaf, in addition to completely fucking stupid.”
Roy Speede: “Very funny, Sarah. Just be grateful I know what I’m doing when it comes to competing in that wrestling ring, or you really would be in a load of trouble.”
Sarah Twilight: “You’re fucking kidding me. I’d be in trouble against those two? Yeah, right. And Hardcore McMurderKill is going to be the next World Champion.”
Obvious sarcasm from the mouth of Sarah.
Roy Speede: “You never know. I’m pretty sure you’d beat the living feces out of them on your own, but you don’t have to worry about that, chica. You’ve got backup.”
Sarah Twilight: “Please, tell me you didn’t just call me ‘chica’. I will fucking hurt you, Roy. I will fucking hurt you, and I will leave you physically incapable of having children.”
Roy Speede: “Whoa, calm down, Sarah! I didn’t mean it in a mean way like that! I was just saying, that’s what you are, is a female.”
Sarah Twilight: “This is America. Speak. Fucking. English.”
Roy Speede: “Okay, okay, just relax! We’ve got to be on the same page or this isn’t going to work well at all!”
Sarah Twilight: “No, what’s not going to work well at all is you being a fucking moron all the damn time. If you’re going to say stupid shit, go hunt down Abbney or whatever the fuck her name is, and tell her, because she is the only one who fucking cares.”
Roy Speede: “You mean Abbie?”
Sarah Twilight: “Yeah, her. Speaking of her, why the fuck did you drag me out here, instead of her?”
Roy Speede: “Well, for one thing, we’ve got to go over the plan for this Sunday, and I figured we could get a jump start on that now.”
Sarah Twilight: “You could have chosen any place on the entire fucking planet for that, Roy. You decided it was the best idea to drag me the fuck to the Alamo for this instead of meeting at the arena, in the lobby of the hotel, or for the love of fuck, at least some place with air conditioning?”
Roy Speede: “I... Um... I... Hey, didn’t you always want to visit one of the most recognizable sites in the history of United States Military operations?”
Sarah Twilight: “No, Roy. I’ve said it how many fucking times now, that I don’t fucking care about the Alamo!?!”
Roy Speede: “Look, if you’re this adamant about it, we can go find somewhere else to talk things over and plan out our match.”
Sarah Twilight: “Yes, please! Fucking thank you! I just want to get the fuck out of here!”
Roy Speede: “Alright, let’s go then. I don’t mind.”
Roy sighs, shaking his head and obviously a little disappointed, while a grin still shows on Sarah’s face. The two of them direct their attention toward the door, and Sarah takes the first step. They cross the room, Roy’s pace a bit somber while Sarah’s seems more urgent, and she opens the door, taking the first step out into the... well, relatively moderate temperatures, considering it’s winter in Texas. She stops, and Roy steps out of the door, coming to a stop as he pulls the door closed to see Abbie Grande standing before them.
Her appearance is rather flustered, and she appears to be somewhere between sorrowful and furious, and her clothes are still wrinkled as if she’d slept in them. The sun is still only just past sunrise, so it couldn’t be too late in the morning, but Abbie still appears wide awake, and her mixed emotional appearance, with a tear rolling down one cheek, is disheartening. She looks from Roy to Sarah, and then back to Roy, and just shakes her head.
Abbie Grande: “Roy, just what the hell are you doing here with her?”
Roy Speede: “Nothing, Abbie. We were going to take a tour of The Alamo, since you didn’t want to come with me, but Sarah talked me out of it, and we were probably going to head back to the arena to talk over our plans for the match on Sunday. Why?”
Abbie Grande: “Well, first things first, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m your girlfriend. It’s not exactly nice to be out with some other woman behind my back, Roy, and to cheat on me on Valentine’s Day... I’m furious, Roy. I’m so damned furious right now I just want to scream. Please, tell me this is all a lie, some horrible nightmare, that I’m just imagining all of this.”
Sarah Twilight: “I’m not getting into this one, Roy. Deal with your shit. I’ve got better things to do; once you get this shit figured out, you know where to find me if you want to finish going over the details for the match.”
The two pause in their tracks as Sarah walks out across the parking lot, and we turn our focus back to Abbie and Roy as Abbie shoves Roy up against the wall beside the door of the main building, the one he and Sarah were just inside.
Abbie Grande: “God dammit, Roy! This is real, isn’t it? This is all real, and you’re cheating on me! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Abbie turns and leans back against the wall, burying her face in her hands as a cry echoes out through her hands. Roy shakes his head and tries to put his hand on her shoulder, but she shoves him again and he nearly stumbles backward onto his rear, but manages to stay on his feet.
Abbie Grande: “Go away, Roy! I don’t ever want to see you again! You’re such a pig, and I can’t believe you would cheat on me like this! Back when we first started dating, you promised nothing like this would ever happened! You promised, and now look what you did! Dammit, this is the worst Valentine’s Day ever!”
Roy Speede: “Abbie, relax. It’s nothing like that. Sarah and I are just friends, and we were only talking over how we’re going to go about winning our match this week. We’re a tag team, and I don’t want to screw up and cost her the Television Title, and we were only trying to make sure we were on the same page about our match. I’m not cheating on you, and I’d never cheat on you. You’re the only one for me, and sure, we’ve had some difficulties in the past, but they’re in the past, and I’m not willing to go through those problems again. Just... Stop crying, please. Listen, I’m not cheating on you, Abbie.”
Abbie Grande: “So you’re trying to tell me that you’re spending time with Sarah Twilight on Valentine’s Day to talk about a match, huh?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, Abbie. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Look, all the restaurants in town are going to be insanely busy tonight, and the chances are really high that we wouldn’t even get in anywhere if we tried. I planned this out that Sarah and I could figure out our match plans today, and then instead of having to wait three hours for a table on Valentine’s Day, we could spend all of tomorrow and Saturday together, go out for a fancy dinner both nights, and just enjoy ourselves without all the crowds and the shoving, as a sort of belated Valentine’s Day where I wouldn’t have to worry about Sarah, the match, wrestling, any of it, and it could be just you and me.”
Abbie Grande: “You’re telling the truth?”
Roy nods his head.
Roy Speede: “Of course, Abbie. I couldn’t lie to you, babe. I love you, and you’re my one and only.”
Abbie lowers her hands and looks up to see his sympathetic, compassionate expression. She wraps her arms tight around his neck and hugs him, and then kisses his cheek.
Abbie Grande: “Alright, Roy. I believe you. Let’s just get out of here, okay?”
Roy Speede: “Sure, let’s do it. We can go out for a nice brunch, and maybe afterward see if the hot tub is open back at the hotel. How’s that sound?”
Abbie Grande: “Sounds like a plan, Roy.”
Abbie holds up the keys, and hands them to Roy. She forces a weak smile and lets go of him, and Roy puts his arm around her shoulders as they start across the parking lot to where Abbie parked her sister’s car. As they do so, Abbie looks up at Roy, and takes a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.
Abbie Grande: “So, who are you even facing this week, Roy? Are you sure you guys are going to be ready for it?”
Roy Speede: “We’re going to be ready, Abbie. Genesis is always ready... We’re facing Freya Kane and Kaylyn.”
Abbie Grande: “Kaylyn again? Gosh, it’s like every time you set foot in the ring, it has something to do with her. Or at least, it did for a really long time.”
Roy Speede: “I know we did. But hey, look at it this way; last time I was in a match against Kaylyn, she got scared and ran away from the match because she knows that I’ve gotten so damn good lately that she can’t beat me. And she never could beat Sarah Twilight, so the two of us as her opponents is an easy win for the two of us and an easy loss for her. Running was the only way out of it, and that’s what she did.”
Abbie Grande: “Yeah, no kidding. She’s always been the type to pick her battles and make sure she didn’t go into the match with the realization that she could very easily lose the match... But wait, what about Freya? Isn’t she related to Brad Kane?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I think they’re cousins. But still, we both know the only reason she’s even in the WCF in the first place is because her last name happens to start with a K and rhymes with pain. She’s got about as much talent in that ring as a can of that so-called ‘beverage of choice’ of hers, and the only wings she’d ever be getting are the ones that come from dying and being taken up to heaven to join her cousin’s entire career. She’s got nothing, and she’ll be nothing but a distant memory to the WCF fans after we’re done with her... But this match isn’t something you need to worry about, Abbie. Just relax and enjoy San Antonio; maybe we can catch a Spurs game if they’re in town, and we can just have fun. That’s what this is all about right now.”
Abbie Grande: “If you say so, Roy. If you say so.”
The scene fades as they climb into Annie Grande’s car, Abbie in the passenger’s seat and Roy behind the wheel, and the car backs out of the parking space and pulls out onto the road, and speeds off into the distance, leaving us but to look back upon the battlefield known as The Alamo...