Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 15:00:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Joint Roleplay Between Myself and Lilith)
Delano Hotel - South Beach: Miami, Florida
Wednesday, January 22nd 2014 - 8:32am
A burning smell lingers through the air as it carries to Sarah's nostrils as she lay in bed, eyes closed, still half asleep. This alarming scent causes her to jump up suddenly. She climbs out of bed and grabs the dark purple robe she kept next to the bed at arm's reach. Sliding her slippers onto her feet she curiously makes her way out of the bedroom of the luxurious hotel suite she shared with Lilith and starts down the small set of stairs to the loft type arrangement that offered the two plenty of space and all the comforts of home. Her arms are folded across her chest as she peeks around, trying to determine where the scent was originating from. She makes it down the stairs and through the hallway toward the kitchen where she can visibly see a light cloud of smoke lingering overhead. She quirks a brow as she approaches closer to the unfolding debacle. There in the kitchenette area was Lilith, she was currently scrambling around trying to clean up what was a VERY disasterous mess. Flour and milk littered the countertops and some had even splashed onto the cabinets where Lilith had tried mixing a batter. Pieces of orange stained the floor with seeds and peels from where Lilith had been squeezing fresh orange juice. Pots and pans of every variety are scattered about on the stovetop, and in the sink.
Sarah shakes her head a bit with a little bit of a smile as she watches the frantic scene unfolding. The gorgeous redhead finally makes her presence known as she calls out to Lilith.
Sarah: Trying your hand at cooking I take it?
Lilith jumps as she hears Sarah's voice call out, and she drops the bag she was holding which contained some of the trash she'd been trying to clean up. The trash spills down onto the floor. Lilith's eyes go wide.
Lilith: I'm sorry I made such a mess! I was trying to clean it up, I swear. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Lilith expects the very worst from Sarah. And who could blame her? Sarah was well known for getting very aggressive and angered over slight annoyances. However, Sarah simply giggles a bit, shaking her head. Lilith looks a bit confused.
Sarah: Relax, we'll get it cleaned up. Or I'll just pay the bill for the staff to clean it.
Sarah shrugs. Lilith is even more confused now, but ... Sarah wasn't yelling at her, so this was a good thing.
Lilith: I was making you breakfast ... but I've ruined it.
She frowns. There on the table behind her wasa plate made for Sarah. The toast was burnt and black. The eggs were entirely overcooked and probably powdered at this point. The pancakes still dripped wet batter and were definitely undercooked. However, the place setting was perfect. A neatly folded napkin laid out in decorative fashion, the silverwear arranged in professional perfection. A small vase containing a single rose set just ahead of the plate, and a Teddy Bear seated next to it, holding a small note that Lilith had left there for Sarah. The redhead looks at this and smiles.
Sarah: Good thing too, I'm pretty hungry.
She comments. No, she hadn't an appetite right now and the food looked ... barely edible. Fact is, if anyone else ... ANYONE else had offered her such slop, she'd have probably broken their neck for it. Lilith shakes her head, fearing that if Sarah actually ate any of the food, she'd definitely become upset.
Lilith: No, it's horrible. I didn't do a good job. Please ... I'm sorry!
Sarah takes a seat at her place setting. She takes a mouthful of eggs and quickly washes it down with some orange juice, pits and all. Lilith's face contorts into even more of a frown as she waits to be yelled at, but it never comes. Sarah turns to her and smiles.
Sarah: This is very good. A few more practices and it'll be just like going to a restaurant.
Lilith knew this wasn't true, but she smiled back at Sarah, appreciating that she ate some of it anyway and didn't flip out.
Sarah: I'll take care of lunch today, alright? That Italian place ... Bianca is just downstairs.
Lilith smiles more, laughing.
Lilith: That's probably a good idea.
Sarah: I'm just curious as to why all this trouble? You didn't have to cook me breakfast. You're not my maid. And we could've just ordered room service.
Lilith looks back at Sarah with big eyes, blushing a bit.
Lilith: I did it because I love you, that's why.
Sarah smiles at hearing this, but remains silent. Lilith kneels down to look again into Sarah's beautiful emerald green eyes. Lilith's smile fades and a worried expression replaces it upon her face.
Lilith: How come you've never said that to me?
Sarah: Said what?
Lilith: That you love me.
Sarah looks downward toward the floor and sighs. Lilith's worried expression only grows at this point. Sarah does not respond further. She just looks to the floor, not offering any type of an answer.
Lilith: So it's true then? They're all right? I am just like Eric ... like Jeff. I'm only here to do what you want me to do and laying next to you in bed doesn't mean anything to you. I should have known.
Lilith rises to her feet as she prepares to walk away and perhaps cry, or just spend some time alone to think about everything. Sarah quickly follows to her own feet and grabs hold of Lilith, kissing her passionately. Lilith's hands roam Sarah's body as the two embrace in the kiss, and she accepts the exchance ... however, when their lips part, Lilith makes her position very clear.
Lilith: You aren't going to get away with that as an answer.
She remains with her arms around Sarah, caressing her. Sarah looks at her oddly as she leans her head back slightly.
Sarah: And what if that was my answer?
SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!
Lilith doesn't even think, she just reacts out of heartbreak and slaps Sarah HARD across the face. Sarah doesn't respond, and doesn't even look angry. She just goes back to looking down at the floor. A saddened expression on her own face.
Lilith: I ... I can't stay here. I just can't.
Lilith bursts into tears, her heart crushed as she heads up the stairs, and begins gathering her things. She intended on finding somewhere else to go, book her own room, anything to separate herself from the woman who didn't love her back. Sarah sighs VERY heavily as she continues to stare at the floor. Lilith, who'd just slapped her across the face was still breathing. If anyone else had done such a thing, Sarah would have killed them. Sarah wasn't stupid, she knew what was happening here. She knew the signs, despite not having ever felt anything like this in her life.
When Lilith would compliment her, it actually meant something. She looked forward to spending time with Lilith, looked forward to seeing her each day. The breakfast ... eating the horrid food just to make Lilith feel appreciated for her effort. Allowing Lilith to live in her home in the first place. Sharing a hotel room together ...These were NOT things that Sarah Twilight ever did for anyone, but she was doing them for Lilith. Sarah loved Lilith ... she knew it deep down. There was no question. Admitting it openly was the hard part. Once the words escaped her lips, there'd be no turning back. Allowing herself to say the words meant admitting she felt an emotion that she'd never embraced as even possible for her.
Sarah Twilight has a blackened heart. Sarah Twilight cares for no one but herself. Ice runs through her veins. Sarah Twilight is incapable of showing affection to anyone, or capable of truly caring about anyone but herself. Not ... anymore.
Lilith rushes back down the stairs with a suitcase in her hand, tears still rolling down her cheeks that she haphazardly wipes away with her sleeve. She makes her way toward the front door. Sarah looks up, a frown upon her face.
Sarah: Lilith wait! You can't leave ...
Lilith pauses and looks back at Sarah who steps forward toward her.
Lilith: I have no reason to stay. Goodbye, Sarah.
Sarah: No! You have to stay here ... please?
Lilith: Why?
Sarah: Because ...
Sarah takes a deep breath, pausing again as this was so very difficult for her to admit. She wanted to remain the "Ice Queen" and remain full of nothing but hate for everyone and anything. But she could not help how she felt. She takes a bit too long and Lilith places her hand on the doorknob to exit the suite.
Lilith: Good BYE, Sarah.
Sarah's heart skips a beat as Lilith is ready to walk away from her forever. She had to act right now. Swallow the pride and ...
Sarah: ... because, I love you ...
Sarah grits her teeth and SLAMS a hand against the wall, angered with herself at this point. The words had escaped her ... three words that had never been spoken by her lips in her lifetime. To speak them was the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. Lilith stops dead in her tracks, dropping her bags and turning around with a glow of pure happiness upon her face. She was very obviously delighted to hear Sarah say those words to her. However, the glow is interrupted by a moment of uncertainty once again. A feeling that she couldn't shake so easily.
Lilith: How ... how do I know this isn't just one of your tricks?
Sarah's expression changes as well. She looks almost insulted by the question. She sighs, keeping herself as calm as she is able to.
Sarah: Do you think this ... all of this happened by accident? Do you truly believe that I went and pulled you from the hospital, brought you into my home and have worked with you on a daily basis just to fuck with you? Do you think it is a coincidence that we're slated to stand side by side and decimate the walking fucking Soap Opera that is the NWA? Do you honestly believe that I would waste my time for all of these months? I am NOT a person who plays as part of a team, Lilith. And yet I chose ... that's right CHOSE to become a team with you.
Lilith looks downward now, feeling a little bit foolish at the accusations. Sarah was making some good arguments, however there was still so many questions.
Lilith: But you are the one who put me in that hospital. Why would you suddenly change your mind?
Sarah shakes her head a bit, feeling as though she was fighting a losing battle here. Though she understands that it was certainly not unreasonable for Lilith to have doubts that Sarah actually cared about anyone but herself.
Sarah: Because I saw something in you that nobody else did. I saw something ... that reminded me of myself. You are better than all of these fucks and you don't even realize it.
Sarah takes a step closer to Lilith now. She reaches out and takes Lilith's hand in her own as she looks at her with those deep emerald eyes.
Sarah: I went to that hospital room because I knew the potential you've always had ... and somewhere along the way ... I found myself caring about you which is as fucked up sounding to me as it is to you. But the fact of the matter is that we are on step one right now. Because you need to understand the way this should work. When we walk through that curtain and Kyle Steel tells the world that Sarah Twilight and Lilith are on their way to the ring ... whatever stupid fucks are out there in our way ... WILL shit their pants knowing that they are going to get HURT!
Lilith listens, hanging on every word that Sarah speaks. She may not have always understood some of the things Sarah would try to explain to her, but she understood this. The two of them are joined together with both hands now as neither can look away from the other. Sarah smiles as she looks at her other half.
Sarah: This circle ... it's just you and I. That means we have nothing but perfect love and perfect trust. To know that each and every time we walk out to that ring together, I have your back and you have mine. We are a TEAM, Lilith ... both inside and outside of the ring. That is something our opposition does NOT have going for them whatsoever.
Lilith smiles big and embraces Sarah with a hug. After a few moments, she leans back from the exchange and looks at her companion with hopeful eyes.
Lilith: Say it again.
Sarah quirks a brow.
Sarah: Say ... what again?
Lilith: That you love me. Because I love you, Sarah.
Sarah lets out half a chuckle at this and looks back at Lilith, seriousness and sincerity in her eyes.
Sarah: I love you too, Lilith.
She places her hands on Lilith's upper arms and the look upon her face now would suggest that the momentary exchange of sentiments had come to an end.
Sarah: Now come on, we have a lot of work to do.
Lilith frowns a little bit and sighs.
Lilith: I was hoping we could end a moment like this with some ... us time.
She winks.
Lilith: But it's always work work work with you.
Sarah smirks, shaking her head with a bit of laughter.
Sarah: We're here until Monday. There will be plenty of opportunity for "us time" later on. Right now, we have a couple of NWA shits to tear apart.
Lilith folds her arms now, taking a step back from Sarah. She is a little bit disappointed, but she knew Sarah was right. They did have a lot of work to get done.
Lilith: So what you're saying is ... we need to get started on ripping them up. Got it!
Lilith marches into the living room area of the suite and takes hold of Sarah's laptop, bringing it back to the redhead and handing it to her. Sarah squints her eyes a bit as she tilts her head at Lilith.
Sarah: What do you want me to do with this?
Lilith: Bring up wcf.com or whatever it is we need to look at to do some research.
Sarah stares at Lilith blankly, not exactly having intended this particular activity as what they should be doing.
Sarah: Lilith I didn't mean that we should be --
Lilith: Just find it! You said we need to start working and that is what I am doing.
Sarah shakes her head with a chuckle and sets up the laptop for the two of them, reluctantly. Sarah brushes a stray strand of her red hair from her face as she walks over to the sofa, taking a seat and inviting Lilith to sit next to her. Lilith doesn't hesitate to curl up next to Sarah as the two of them begin their search on wcf.com as Lilith had been inclined to do. After a few minutes of scrolling through the archives, Lilith points and shouts.
Lilith: THAT ONE! Right there, start there.
Sarah rolls her eyes looking at the screen to see old archived footage of Seifer Black Armstrong during the beginnings of his time with WCF. She looks over at Lilith with disinterest and hopes to persuade her away from watching.
Sarah: Are you ... sure you want to watch this?
Lilith nods. Though it didn't seem like she was interested in seeing the material, but moreso to feel as if she was doing some work as Sarah suggested. Again reluctantly, Sarah mouses over the video archive and selects the video, pressing play. After about five minutes or so, Lilith glances over to see Sarah with her head leaned back against the sofa cushion, her long red hair pushed forward and wrapping her cheeks in what Lilith saw as an adorable manner. Sarah's eyes are closed and it is pretty clear she'd gone back to sleep. Lilith shakes her and starts tickling her sides.
Lilith: Wake up sleepy bear!
Sarah jumps up, the laptop sliding from her lap and falls onto the floor. Luckily there is no damage done to the machine. Sarah looks around, realizing she'd nodded off.
Sarah: What? What happened?
Lilith giggles at her and places a loving hand on her cheek.
Lilith: You fell asleep hunny. We're supposed to be researching for our match. That's what you said.
Sarah smiles and takes Lilith's hand, holding it.
Sarah: We do have a lot of work to do. But watching that guy talk is fucking BORING. "You don't understand how great I am. No one is ready for what I can do. Blah blah fucking blah." The only person who isn't ready is HIM. He wasn't ready for Jonny Fly, he's not ready for us ... hell he isn't even ready to handle his own wife! So much so that she winds up in the arms of another man ... a pathetic pile of shit at that! If Scott Savage is the step up, what does that make Seifer?
Lilith places a finger to her chin and thinks a minute.
Lilith: Errrrm ... a joke?
Sarah nods with a big smile.
Sarah: Exactly!
Sarah bends down, picking up the laptop from the floor and closes it, placing it on the coffee table.
Sarah: We should get out. I have something lined up for us ... something big.
Lilith's eyes go wide with joy as she grabs Sarah's hands and begins bouncing up and down on the sofa.
Lilith: We're going to Disney World! I knew it! Oh Sarah, we're going to have so much fun! That is the most happiful place on Earth! This is the bestest vacation ever!
Sarah sighs as she sees the overwhelming joy on Lilith's face, knowing that she was about to disappoint her greatly.
Sarah: Unfortunately, that isn't where we're going. As I said, we have a lot of work to do. Mickey and Minnie Mouse aren't our opponents on Sunday. Though it probably wouldn't make much of a difference if they were ...
Lilith's jaw drops and she looks mortified. She folds her arms and sulks.
Lilith: I'm not going anywhere! We are going to Disney World or I am NOT leaving this hotel!
Sarah stands up, and looks down at Lilith, really not wanting to go through this right now.
Sarah: LILITH! We have work to do. We are NOT ... I repeat NOT going to Disney World!
Lilith: NONONONONONONONONONONO I DON'T HEAR YOU!
Sarah rolls her eyes and folds her arms, now putting her foot down on the situation.
Sarah: Lilith, are you my girlfriend ... or are you my daughter? Because right now, I can't fucking tell.
Lilith looks up at Sarah with a huge frown.
Lilith: I'm your girlfriend of course. But -
Sarah: No buts. We have work to do. If you want, we can go to Disney AFTER we get finished kicking Chase and Seifer's asses.
Lilith: Promise?
Sarah rolls her eyes again.
Sarah: I promise, alright? Now come on, we don't have any more time to waste.
Lilith nods and rushes to the bedroom to get changed. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Sarah walks through the hallway to the entrance of the suite and cracks the door open. An older couple, in their fifties are standing outside and look quite concerned.
Sarah: Can I help you with something?
Female Hotel Guest:We heard shouting. We wanted to make sure everything was alright.
Male Hotel Guest: We're just across the hall from you and, well it was quite loud.
Sarah nods her head in a reassuring manner.
Sarah: No everything is fine. Just a bit of a miscommunication. Everything is perfectly sorted out.
Female Hotel Guest: Are you sure, because we can --
Sarah narrows her eyes at this point. Not having any further tolerance for the interruption.
Sarah: I SAID ... we're fine!
She slams the door shut in the couples' faces before making her way to the bedroom herself. It was nearly 9am and she was still in her pajamas. After a few moments the two of them emerge from the bedroom, dressed for the day. Sarah is wearing a pair of black denim jeans, with a purple and black striped long sleeve v-neck that allows her pentacle pendant to dangle freely from her neck. The outfit is accompanied by a pair of black leather lace up heeled boots and a diamond studded leather belt with an amethyst eye on the buckle. Lilith is wearing magenta leggings under a matching checkered plaid skirt in magenta and black. Calf high leather heeled boots accentuate the ensemble as well as a white buttoned down blouse trimmed in magenta as well. The two of them walk together across the living room. Their bond never as strong as it was now. Sarah pauses mid-step as she reaches into her pocker for her cell phone. She holds up a finger, requesting Lilith wait a moment before they head out. Sarah dials a number and waits a few moments as it rings. Finally someone on the other end picks up.
Sarah: You still want to talk to us?
There is a brief pause as the person on the other end responds.
Sarah: Good, six o'clock ... Atlanta.
Again there is a pause as the other party was responding.
Sarah: Don't worry about what is in Atlanta. All you need to worry about is that Lilith and I will be there. Don't forget to bring what I asked you to either.
One final pause as the conversation continues from the other end.
Sarah: Good, we'll see you then.
Sarah hangs up the phone and grins wickedly as she glances over at Lilith.
Sarah: We're going to have ourselves quite the evening.
Lilith: Atlanta?
Sarah nods, and offers her hand to Lilith who takes it. The two of them exit their hotel room and head for the elevators. They reach the bottom floor and the elevator doors to the lobby part to expose the two of them sharing a kiss before exiting out into the main lobby. The Delano was one of Miami's premier hotels, boasting several fine restaurants as well as a breathtaking view of South Beach. A large diamond chandelier hangs overhead in all of its glorious radiance. The lobby itself appearing almost as an atrium boasting its lush wildflowers and exotic trees and bushes. This haven was an oasis to all of the senses. Pristine, peaceful and quiet for flawless enjoyment. As the two stunning women walk onto the marble floor toward the exit, a simple question still lingers on Lilith's mind.
Lilith: I still don't know why we have to go alllllllllll the way to Atlanta to work on our match against Seifer and Wolfie. We could have just stayed in our room and watched their boring, worthless promos. At least then we could have cuddle time!
Sarah smiles and grips Lilith's hand a bit tighter, looking over at her. Sarah's emerald eyes twinkling brightly.
Sarah: As I said, we'll have time for that. But believe me, we'll have much more fun with what I have planned in Atlanta than we would spending our time listening to Seifer and Chase and their endless list of revolving door excuses. How many fucking times does someone have to have their ass handed to them before they stop asking for another chance to have it kicked again?
Lilith laughs loudly as she lets go of Sarah's hand. The two of them were nearly at the exit out toward the sidewalk Bistros and Bianca, where there would have brunch now instead of lunch. Lilith rushes toward the huge golden revolving doors at the center of the main lobby and she grabbed hold of the push bar with both hands and hopped up onto the bottom door frame of the relvolving door. Sarah raises an eyebrow, watching the unexpected turn of events unfold as Lilith makes her first revolution around the door. She screams out.
Lilith: JUSTICE WAS NOT SERVED!
Sarah blinks a few times watching the commotion, which has gatherred the attention of several hotel guests as well as staff. Lilith makes her second revolution around the doors.
Lilith: I'M REALLY GOOD! SETH GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!
Sarah's face grows blush with embarrassment as the attention they were receiving right now wasn't of the positive variety. However, she couldn't help but to giggle as Lilith was doing a damn good job of showcasing what a spectacle it was for Seifer and Chase to beg pathetically for retribution every time a contest did not end in their favor. Lilith makes her third revolution around, she was having the time of her life as she swings back into the interior for a moment during the spin.
Lilith: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE CAPABLE OF!
At this point, a few members of hotel security start making their way toward Lilith and the revolving doors. Lilith comes around for her fourth revolution. She notices the security, but does not halt in the spectacle.
Lilith: THEY KICKED MY ASS! I NEED REVENGE!
Lilith finally hops down from the door, laughing as three security officers approach her. One of them takes charge of the situation.
Head Security Guard: We're going to have to ask you to leave the premises, ma'am.
Hearing this, Sarah steps in, approaching the guards.
Sarah: She's a registered guest. I suggest you leave her be.
The guard turns to Sarah.
Head Security Guard: This isn't a playground. We cannot permit grown adults to horse around where our guests must enter and exit the building.
Sarah folds her arms, looking at him.
Sarah: We're staying up in the penthouse. So if there is a problem with the actions of one of your elite guests, I suggest you have management take it up with me.
The consierge who was approaching the situation as well overhears the conversation being had and steps in to alleviate any further conflict.
Consierge: My apologies madam. We are only concerned with the safety of our guests. Most importantly the safety of your companion there. I see that everything has resolved itself, so the two of you have a lovely day!
The security officer grumbles a bit as they walk away from the scene. There is some chatter among the other guests that quickly hushes as Sarah turns to glare in their direction. The consierge follows suit and takes his leave once the security have cleared out.
Sarah: Well, now that that's over with. Let's eat!
Lilith nods and smiles as the two again join arm in arm and head out toward the Italian restaurant they'd earlier decided on.
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AFS Warehousing Storage Facility
Atlanta, Georgia
Wednesday, January 22nd 2014 - 5:31pm
The final rays of sunlight began to fade into the western horizon as nightfall was about to set in on the East Coast. The light just enough to glisten off of the razor wise covering over the chain link fence that surrounded this large, desolate, ramshackle looking facility. Several rows of storage units lined the property. Each of them much larger than your average personal use units. They were more like bunkers and appeared as though they could house a few small aircraft. Lilith and Sarah step onto the sunken, rotten asphault that served as the entrance to the ratty looking facility. A small booth stood just in front of the main gate where a man of average height and weight sat reading the newspaper. He wore a dusty tan cap and light blue coveralls with a name tag that read "Jim." His furry eyebrows and thick light brown mustache settled over the features of his face. A large pronounced jaw and a slightly oversized nose completed his facial make. Sarah and Lilith both approach the man who was deeply enevloped in whatever he was reading.
Sarah: Jim, right?
Jim looks up from the paper and nearly jumps out of his skin to see two gorgeous women standing in front of him. He fumbles with the paper, wrinkling it greatly as he attempts to fold it up and set it down on the small podium style desk in front of him.
Jim: Well hello there! What can I help you two lovely ladies with?
Sarah reaches into her pocket and removes a small slip of paper with some information scrawled onto it. She reads it and looks back up at Jim.
Sarah: Unit seventeen A. We'd like to have a look at it.
Jim reaches under the podium desk and pulls out a large file folder which contained information on all of the units that were currently being rented. He thumbs past a few pages and finds the appropriate information.
Jim: Seventeen A huh? That one is slated for auction tomorrow. The two of you are welcome to come back then if ya'd like.
Sarah shakes her head at him vehemently.
Sarah: We'd like to have a look at it now. We're only in town for this evening.
Jim also shakes his head as he looks between Sarah and Lilith.
Jim: I'm sorry, but I can't do that. The unit isn't scheduled for auction until tomorrow. Only the owner of the unit can stop that from happening and I don't suspect that either of you two are uhm ...
He looks down at his information again.
Jim: Joey Nitro.
Lilith: Joey who?
Sarah smiles and steps in again, despite the fact that the unit belonged to the former NWA owner, Joey Nitro. She figures there had to be a way to get access to the unit.
Sarah: Look, Jim ... we've come a long way. You said yourself the unit was going to be up for auction. What's the harm?
Jim: I can't do it. The unit is up for auction for non payment of rent. Twenty two hundred. The auction doesn't become official until tomorrow.
Sarah reaches into her back pocket and removes a large wad of cash, tossing it onto Jim's podium bench.
Sarah: There's five grand there ... cash. That's more than twice what you're owed. Consider the rent paid. Now don't make us ask again ... let us see the unit.
Jim eyes the cash with wide eyes and takes it slowly, sliding it into his pocket.
Jim: Well now, I think we've just had a misunderstandin' is all. You two must be relatives of the unit's owner. Why didn't ya just say so before? Let me show you on back.
Sarah turns to Lilith and smiles.
Sarah: Lilith, hun ... go retrieve our ... "guests" please.
Lilith lights up at the idea and turns to go and gather up whomever they had brought along with them. Meanwhile, Jim leads Sarah through the yard to a large bunker unit with a chain and padlock over the door. He jumbles through a giant keyring to find the right one and eventually removes the lock, allowing Sarah entry.
Jim: Have fun.
He says before heading off back to his post. Sarah steps inside of the pitch black bunker. Reaching to her left she finds a light switch and flips it up. Overhead florescent bulbs begin to flicker dimly, illuminating the bunker just slightly as it would take a moment for the lights to kick on fully. In front of Sarah was a wrestling ring, dusty and tattered. It was apparent it hadn't been used in quite some time. The apron trim surrounding the ring was torn and weathered. The name "National Wrestling Association" was written across the apron in black lettering and below that the phrase "A tradition of Excellence." The sidewall trim contained the name of the last event this ring had been intended to host ... but most likely had not. "Holiday Havoc VI" was embroidered onto the side walls in a less than appealing design work. The canvas stained with various dried blood and sweat stains indicating that this ring had been used over and over again rather than changing canvas skins as any self respecting wrestling promotion would have. Sarah climbs into the ring, having a look around as the lights finally kick on, truly exposing the shambles of ruin in which the equipment that had been kept here was in. Various folding chairs were stacked against the walls away from the ring. Enough seating for possibly one thousand. These chairs were also in bad shape. The bolts and screws holding the frameworks together was loose or missing on many of them. Sarah continued to look around, a wicked grin forming on her face as she took in the scenery with an overwhelmingly evil glee. Sets for where people would be interviewed were strewn about as well. They were mostly cardboard layouts used for short interview sessions, but one that caught her attention was a cardboard layout that resembled an office setting. A sticker attached to the prop read "Joey Nitro Office set." Sarah laughs as she notices this.
Sarah: Well shit, this is even more pathetic than I thought it would be.
As Sarah continues to take in all of the humiliating facts about the NWA, Lilith had returned to join Sarah in the bunker. She violently pushes two figures foward as Sarah looks on with the most sinister of smirks upon her face.
Sarah: Oh good, you're just in time for the party!
Lilith nudges one of them harshly.
Lilith: Get moving!
A man of smaller stature is forced into the ring with Sarah. His hair is unkempt, his thick dark mustache hadn't been trimmed in quite some time and he reeked of alcohol. The man looked horrified to be here. Lilith shoves the other man forward as the shaky lens of a camera begins recording. He too is sent into the ring. Also a shorter man, he was round and pudgy with a pencil style mustache in dirty blonde that barely traced his lips and sunk in amidst his round face. Sarah directs him with her index finger and points him in the direction of the alchol reeking man. The cameras begin rolling on the unkempt and frightened man as Sarah now addresses him.
Sarah: Now, while I'm sure that our good friends Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels know who you are ... no one in WCF knows you, nor do they give a shit about you. But just for the hell of it, why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself.
The man is obviously nervous and stutters with his words.
Man: I ... I'm Frank Jacobs.
Sarah: And what is it you used to do Frank?
Frank: I ... I was the lead interviewer for the NWA.
Lilith laughs as she climbs into the ring.
Lilith: Awwww that is soooo cute. You used to interview Wolfie and all those other worthless nobodies.
Sarah turns her attention to the other man, holding the camera. She wags her index finger at him, demanding the camera to which of course he obliges. Sarah aims the camera at him and laughs.
Sarah: What about you fatass? Who the fuck are you?
Cameraman: Mitch Roberts, former camera operator for the NWA.
Sarah shoves the camera back at him. He nearly drops it as she was very forceful about it.
Sarah: That's enough out of you Mitch. Nobody wants to see your ugly ass.
Lilith: He kinda looks like a giant teddy!
Sarah rolls her eyes at Lilith.
Lilith: What?! He so does!
Sarah exits the ring as Lilith forces the two NWA staff alumni from the ring after her. The two hostages were definitely not happy to be here. Lilith and Sarah had no concern for what they did or did not want. Sarah makes her way over toward one of the prop carboard sets. That had "NWA" written across it in red lettering behind a small section of chain link fence ... most likely meant to appear "Bad -Ass" or something of that nature. She stands in front of the set, joined by Lilith as Lilith YANKS Frank Jacobs into frame by his collar.
Sarah: So, the way I see it, we're doing the two of you a favor here. For once you'll actually get to interview people who are important and actually matter in the world of professional wrestling. You know, instead of useless shits like Seifer Black Armstrong or ... the "Lone Wolf" Chase Michaels.
Frank: I refuse! I will not take part in tearing down a legacy. You don't know what Seifer and Chase are capable of. I've seen it!
Sarah and Lilith both share a hearty laugh at his comments. Frank doesn't seem to understand why they find it so amusing.
Sarah: Is this a thing with you NWA fucks? I mean seriously is it? Why do every last one of you walk around screaming "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE CAPABLE OF!" as if that was supposed to change the fact that they get their asses kicked on a weekly basis?
Frank: You may not see it, but I do! I was there in the glory days. I know what they can do!
Lilith: Yeah, they can sure bankrupt a company.
From behind the camera, Mitch had heard enough and finally decides to add his thoughts.
Mitch: They didn't bankrupt the company! It was a combination of things.
Sarah turns toward Mitch and the camera, taking an aggressive step forward.
Sarah: Did we ask for any lip out of you? Shut the fuck up and roll the cameras. JEEZ, can ANY of you NWA shits complete the ONE task you have?
Lilith shakes her head looking at Sarah.
Lilith: Not unless it is discussing who is sleeping with who.
Sarah laughs as she places her arm around Lilith's shoulder.
Sarah: That's right. "You betrayed me, but now we're best friends! I betrayed you and tried to kill your wife, but now we have to take a stand for JUSTICE! You threw my baby in a dumpster and set my house on fire, but now we must stand together and unite to show the world that we suck!" Oh give me a fucking break with that bullshit. It has all the makings of a fucked up Lifetime movie and THAT is why the NWA doesn't exist any longer.
Lilith: Don't forget, "Don't talk about my family or mess with them because if you do I will do nothing but challenge you to twelve matches until I might finally win one!"
Frank looks rather annoyed as two former NWA stars were being talked about in such a way, but he keeps his mouth shut for the time being. Sarah and Lilith continue to have a laugh about the entire situation.
Sarah: Right. What is all that shit about justice and retribution? Don't fuck with my family because I will whine and cry and ask for matches with people I don't deserve to be in a ring with? I find it completely hilarious that he sat at home all this time and waltzes back in here demanding matches with us, and yet his wife is fucking Scott Savage and he completely ignores that. Isn't that what he's used to? Getting into fights because someone else fucked his wife or he winds up on Jerry Springer finding out Chase Michaels is actually his kid's father or some shit?
Lilith: Those idiots don't make annnnnyyyyy sense. They bounce around from one minute to the next talking about how they were wronged. I can't keep up anymore.
Sarah: Oh it makes perfect sense. You see, having their asses handed to them by you and I ... that is something that can be bragged about. "I had my ass kicked by Sarah Twilight and Lilith." ... but if he actually DID go seeking his "justice" against Scott Savage and had his ass handed to him by some retarded jobber of a manager, he'd be exposed for the pathetic fucking JOKE that he truly is.
Frank finally breaks his silence at this point. Having heard enough.
Frank: Seifer is a former NWA World Champion, he and Chase were NWA Tag Champions! This is not right what you're doing.
Sarah looks over at Frank in a very condescending manner as she responds to his pathetic little outburst.
Sarah: Oh yes, I am certain that with such "amazing" competition as Ollie the Magic Bum and a guy named just ... Jack that it wasn't very hard for someone like Seifer Black Armstrong to find himself at the top of some little fly by night, high school gymnasium promotion.
Frank: Hey! Jack was a part of the Outlaw Kings with Chase Michaels. Chase trained him you know!
Lilith: And this changes our opinion of him how exactly? Wolfie trained the little nobody awwww that's soooo cuuuuuute. WHO CARES?!
Footsteps are heard entering the bunker as the small mock interview sesssion was talking place. Frank is yanked out of frame suddenly which garners a giggle from Lilith as WCF's own Hank Brown steps into the frame. Following him, Cameraman Bob who many know from spending time in various weird places with Jayson Price for filming promos. He steps in front of the camera and motions Mitch to hand it over. Mitch doesn't put up a fight over it.
Hank: Well now, looks like we arrived just in time! Seems we're gonna have to teach these punks how an interview is conducted in WCF!
Sarah and Lilith nod, greeting Hank and Bob. Sarah looks around, and inquizitively turns her gaze to hank.
Sarah: You bring what I asked?
Hank: Sure did!
He reaches into his suit jacket and removes a large black cloth from inside of it. As he unwravels the expensive silk material stitched up with the green WCF Wednesday Night Logo, Frank and Mitch pout in disapproval. Sarah takes the banner from him and hangs it over the NWA cardboard cutout. Sarah may not have been the biggest fan of Wednesday Night, but standing in front of a WCF banner ... ANY WCF banner was far more appealing than standing in front of a fucked up NWA set. Hank beams with pride for the company he'd worked for now for YEARS. He steps back in front of the now turned WCF set and takes his microphone in hand.
Hank: Hello there WCF! I am standing here with perhaps one of the greatest tag teams in WCF History! Sarah Twilight and Lilith! Now, they may not be well liked by the majority of our viewers and I realize that. But tonight I have the opportunity to interview two stars who are WCF through and through. Love them or hate them, this interview begins now!
Hank offers his hand to Sarah and Lilith who both, surprisingly accept and shake his hand. It would seem that a simple pride in their own company had provided all the bond that was needed to conduct this interview on friendly terms.
Hank: Sarah, let me begin with you. What are your thoughts on this entire situation with Seifer Black Armstrong? You fired him from WCF during your tenure as owner and now he says he's returned for retribution. What do you have to say to that?
Sarah smirks, shaking her head.
Sarah: First of all, there is no situation with Seifer. You first have to actually pose a THREAT to someone in order for there to be a situation whatsoever. Seifer Black Armstrong got himself fired because he THOUGHT he was ready for the main event when in fact he was not. The blame falls on himself. This is how he operates. He blames everyone else for his own shortcomings. He lost to Jonny Fly in tag competition and what does he do? He screams and cries about how fucking great he THINKS he is, and what happened? As expected, he had his ass handed to him AGAIN ... knowing that his job was at stake. Yet somehow he likes to imagine this is Fly's fault, my fault or who the fuck knows who else he'll scream foul at. The fact is, if I walked away from here for the next four months, I'd walk back in exactly as I left. When he is off screen, he has to fight to get recognixed so of course he keeps on demanding matches with top tier talent because who the fuck cares if he can beat Adam Young? The thing is, he can't beat me, he can't beat Lilith and he again is going to be to blame for his own suffering.
Hank waits until Sarah is finished before adding to the question.
Hank: Based on that, do you believe he's going to request yet another rematch if things don't go his way on Sunday?
Sarah laughs for a moment before her facial expression grows as serious as it's ever been.
Sarah: I'm going to solve that little problem right now. WHEN we finish kicking your ass, and your little friend Michaels' ass ... there will be NO rematch. There will be no second chances. I am not going to waste my time with some jobber fuck who thinks he's far greater than he actually is. Once I finish kicking your ass, I'm done with you. All the replays and repeats in the world about how no one understands what you're capable of aren't going to fucking matter. Understand it, bitch! I am going to kick your ass ... you don't get to ride my coat tails for a second month in a row in some pathetic attempt to make yourself relevant. You don't seek retribution, you seek recognition. You've had your ass kicked REPEATEDLY by people that actually count around here and if that is your idea of making a name for yourself, go bother Corey Black or Gravedigger with your bullshit. Maybe you need to serve some Justice because Corey's face paint doesn't SUCK like your nasty ass. Or maybe Gravedigger needs to understand that you are capable of absolutely nothing! I don't give a shit. It's one and done for you. I don't have to kick your ass twice to prove a point. Take the hint that you aren't in my league and demand matches with people who you MIGHT actually stand a chance against.
Hank takes the microphone back to continue his line of questioning, but Lilith interjects with some thoughts of her own on the current subject.
Lilith: Seifer doesn't even wear the pants in his family, Chelsea does and she's a joke. How does he expect to EVER compare to Sarah? It's just not going to happen. And she's doing him a favour by not deciding to completely humiliate him twice. Sarah Twilight is the BEST wrestler in the entire world and Seifer is just some stinky boy who wants attention. He shouldn't even have this match with us because he doesn't deserve it. My favourite part of the whole thing will be after Sarah destroys him and he realises that he failed again. He can go crying back to the NWA. No wait, he can't they already went out of business! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Sarah: And that's the point Hank, this is the WCF not the NWA. We aren't working for a bargain basement promotion here where this one's past and that one's past and who is who's baby's mother matter. I don't give a fuck about Seifer, I don't give a fuck about Chase, and I don't give a FUCK about their families. In fact, if I beat the living shit out of his entire extended family right now ... and then finished the job by beating their asses around the ring like a pair retarded donkeys the only thing they'd do is hobble out to the ring in a cast and their seventy four stitches and cry to the entire world about how misunderstood they are, and how they need everyone to get behind them so that they can get retribution and serve justice. This is WCF ... NO ONE GIVES A SHIT! You EARN your place around here, or you fucking take it! No amount of begging and pleading for chance after chance after chance to have your ass handed to you in a handbasket is going to change that fact. You want to step into the ring with Sarah Twilight? You want to step into the ring with Lilith? Then you DEAL with the fucking consequences that come with that!
Hank: Well I --
Sarah: This isn't a fucking charity. We don't just hand out opportunities to people who can't ever get the job done. Seifer Armstrong walked in here as Matthew Robinson's BITCH! Because Robinson couldn't handle some retarded oaf Lionfart or whatever the fuck he was called. Seifer? He FAILED at that. He FAILED at beating Jonny Fly and he will FAIL when he stands in the ring with us. It took me all of two minutes to completely DEMOLISH that giant fuck they had so much trouble with. He isn't even HERE any longer and Seifer thinks he has ANY reasonable claim to share a ring with me? Are you fucking KIDDING ME?! "Please, I'm really good. If you just give me the chance to show everyone what I can do." Oh SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Lilith smiles big and appears to be highly motivated ... or turned on by Sarah's current demeanor. Sarah just had lost any patience she had in even entertaining the fact that Seifer or Chase would be any form of a challenge.
Sarah: That nasty ass face paint, running around shouting how fucking great he THINKS he is with absolutely NO credibility whatsoever. Not being able to handle the fact that he fucking sucks and isn't anywhere NEAR the level he thinks he is. Know who that reminds me of? Synn, do you remember that bitch, Hank?
Hank: Well of course I --
Sarah: Do you remember what I did to that little worthless fuck? I beat ths hit out of him SO badly that he tucked tail and quit. I have no problem doing the same thing to Seifer Black Armstrong or Chase Michaels or ANY member of that washed up shitty little outfit we call NWA. You all LOVE talking about it so fucking much, well we're standing here ... LOOK AROUND! I came to your house and all I see is the withered away essence of something that NEVER WAS to begin with. I see the tear stained canvas of BROKEN dreams and failed aspirations. The fact that ANY of you were shown pity and picked up by WCF for the worthless SCRAPS that you are should have been a BLESSSING to you. You should have praised the very day that you were ALLOWED to open an event for WCF and understand that you are NOT ready for this. To even THINK that you have earned anything here, that you have earned the right to demand matches because you cannot accept your own failures is fucking PATHETIC! Not a fucking one of you are welcome here. WCF is MY HOUSE and in my house, you don't get a second fucking chance!
Hank: Yes, well Chase Michaels --
Lilith: Wolfie? I've already kicked his lonely little ass. He should go back to worrying about which one of his friends is sleeping with his wife. How is it that he and Seifer even expect to get along? They both are stupid emo bears.
Sarah: Chase Michaels doesn't have to worry about it. He thinks Seifer wants to take the spotlight away from him, but on this occassion that is a GOOD thing. You see, as much as Chase completely fucking SUCKS ... no one is going to remember that. They are only going to remember how BADLY Seifer completely fucking SUCKS because as usual, Seifer wants the attention on himself for something he does not deserve. The two of them can argue and bicker over which one of them gets to be decimated by Lilith and myself all they'd like. Believe me, there is plenty enough ass kicking to go around.
Lilith cuddles up next to Sarah with a huge grin on her face as she looks at Hank with wide eyes, enjoying every moment of this.
Lilith: If Wolfie and Synn Jr. want to keep on embarrassing themselves, they will definitely enjoy what happens to them on Sunday. Sarah and I don't feel sorry for the little emo bears and we don't care about their justice. What are they Batman and Robin? Wolfie would make such a hilarious Robin. And could you imagine Seifer as Batman! I bet he thinks he is. I bet he thinks he really needs to carry out justice because no one pays attention to him. Hmmmm, you know Sarah we could have some fun with that.
Sarah smirks a bit as she leans in closer to Lilith. The two of them bonded together in strength. The two of them a single unit, a team. Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels had only one tie that binds them ... a tie that had been severed and forgotten about by the rest of the world some time ago. That one distant tie hung by a thread ... and it was called the NWA. Two individual men who shared the same failures of the past would attempt to engage into battle with a single unit of destruction. A single force without remorse and a single inpenatrible wall of chaos which would unleash it's brand of mayhem upon them. Lilith and Sarah Twilight stood proudly with one another. The future of WCF ... the future of professional wrestling and the final nail in the coffin of the tarnished, empty legacy of the NWA.
Sarah: Sunday ... at Payback, Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels will carry on the traditions of the NWA ... the traditions of embarassment!
Sarah and Lilith walk off of the set as Sarah pulls the WCF logo down from the cardboard set in a showing that the NWA did not deserve to keep any symbol of WCF among their littered mess or garbage. Lilith corrals Frank Jacobs and Mitch Roberts from the sidelines, forcing them out with her as she glares at them.
Lilith: We're not finished with you two yet!
She makes her way out of the bunker as Sarah pauses, staying behind. Hank and Bob start for the exit themselves. Sarah halts Bob for a moment.
Sarah: Oh no. You're going to want to get this on camera.
Bob nods and adjusts focus as Sarah walks back over toward the dusty, battered NWA ring. She leans down to the apron and removes something from her pocket. It's a small container of liquis that she begins squirting onto the apron in odd patterns. Bob continues to focus on her actions as she finally finishes what she was working on. Sarah takes a single match, striking the sulpher against the flint siding and tossing it onto the apron. The patterns where she had squirted what was obviously a flammable liquid erupt in flame ... forming the pattern of what she'd written out. Sarah walks out of frame as Bob continues to film the ring apron. Left in her wake was a single ... simple messsage to the opposition that she and Lilith would encounter on Sunday. There on the ring apron in dancing flames ....
To be continued ...
Delano Hotel - South Beach: Miami, Florida
Wednesday, January 22nd 2014 - 8:32am
A burning smell lingers through the air as it carries to Sarah's nostrils as she lay in bed, eyes closed, still half asleep. This alarming scent causes her to jump up suddenly. She climbs out of bed and grabs the dark purple robe she kept next to the bed at arm's reach. Sliding her slippers onto her feet she curiously makes her way out of the bedroom of the luxurious hotel suite she shared with Lilith and starts down the small set of stairs to the loft type arrangement that offered the two plenty of space and all the comforts of home. Her arms are folded across her chest as she peeks around, trying to determine where the scent was originating from. She makes it down the stairs and through the hallway toward the kitchen where she can visibly see a light cloud of smoke lingering overhead. She quirks a brow as she approaches closer to the unfolding debacle. There in the kitchenette area was Lilith, she was currently scrambling around trying to clean up what was a VERY disasterous mess. Flour and milk littered the countertops and some had even splashed onto the cabinets where Lilith had tried mixing a batter. Pieces of orange stained the floor with seeds and peels from where Lilith had been squeezing fresh orange juice. Pots and pans of every variety are scattered about on the stovetop, and in the sink.
Sarah shakes her head a bit with a little bit of a smile as she watches the frantic scene unfolding. The gorgeous redhead finally makes her presence known as she calls out to Lilith.
Sarah: Trying your hand at cooking I take it?
Lilith jumps as she hears Sarah's voice call out, and she drops the bag she was holding which contained some of the trash she'd been trying to clean up. The trash spills down onto the floor. Lilith's eyes go wide.
Lilith: I'm sorry I made such a mess! I was trying to clean it up, I swear. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Lilith expects the very worst from Sarah. And who could blame her? Sarah was well known for getting very aggressive and angered over slight annoyances. However, Sarah simply giggles a bit, shaking her head. Lilith looks a bit confused.
Sarah: Relax, we'll get it cleaned up. Or I'll just pay the bill for the staff to clean it.
Sarah shrugs. Lilith is even more confused now, but ... Sarah wasn't yelling at her, so this was a good thing.
Lilith: I was making you breakfast ... but I've ruined it.
She frowns. There on the table behind her wasa plate made for Sarah. The toast was burnt and black. The eggs were entirely overcooked and probably powdered at this point. The pancakes still dripped wet batter and were definitely undercooked. However, the place setting was perfect. A neatly folded napkin laid out in decorative fashion, the silverwear arranged in professional perfection. A small vase containing a single rose set just ahead of the plate, and a Teddy Bear seated next to it, holding a small note that Lilith had left there for Sarah. The redhead looks at this and smiles.
Sarah: Good thing too, I'm pretty hungry.
She comments. No, she hadn't an appetite right now and the food looked ... barely edible. Fact is, if anyone else ... ANYONE else had offered her such slop, she'd have probably broken their neck for it. Lilith shakes her head, fearing that if Sarah actually ate any of the food, she'd definitely become upset.
Lilith: No, it's horrible. I didn't do a good job. Please ... I'm sorry!
Sarah takes a seat at her place setting. She takes a mouthful of eggs and quickly washes it down with some orange juice, pits and all. Lilith's face contorts into even more of a frown as she waits to be yelled at, but it never comes. Sarah turns to her and smiles.
Sarah: This is very good. A few more practices and it'll be just like going to a restaurant.
Lilith knew this wasn't true, but she smiled back at Sarah, appreciating that she ate some of it anyway and didn't flip out.
Sarah: I'll take care of lunch today, alright? That Italian place ... Bianca is just downstairs.
Lilith smiles more, laughing.
Lilith: That's probably a good idea.
Sarah: I'm just curious as to why all this trouble? You didn't have to cook me breakfast. You're not my maid. And we could've just ordered room service.
Lilith looks back at Sarah with big eyes, blushing a bit.
Lilith: I did it because I love you, that's why.
Sarah smiles at hearing this, but remains silent. Lilith kneels down to look again into Sarah's beautiful emerald green eyes. Lilith's smile fades and a worried expression replaces it upon her face.
Lilith: How come you've never said that to me?
Sarah: Said what?
Lilith: That you love me.
Sarah looks downward toward the floor and sighs. Lilith's worried expression only grows at this point. Sarah does not respond further. She just looks to the floor, not offering any type of an answer.
Lilith: So it's true then? They're all right? I am just like Eric ... like Jeff. I'm only here to do what you want me to do and laying next to you in bed doesn't mean anything to you. I should have known.
Lilith rises to her feet as she prepares to walk away and perhaps cry, or just spend some time alone to think about everything. Sarah quickly follows to her own feet and grabs hold of Lilith, kissing her passionately. Lilith's hands roam Sarah's body as the two embrace in the kiss, and she accepts the exchance ... however, when their lips part, Lilith makes her position very clear.
Lilith: You aren't going to get away with that as an answer.
She remains with her arms around Sarah, caressing her. Sarah looks at her oddly as she leans her head back slightly.
Sarah: And what if that was my answer?
SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!
Lilith doesn't even think, she just reacts out of heartbreak and slaps Sarah HARD across the face. Sarah doesn't respond, and doesn't even look angry. She just goes back to looking down at the floor. A saddened expression on her own face.
Lilith: I ... I can't stay here. I just can't.
Lilith bursts into tears, her heart crushed as she heads up the stairs, and begins gathering her things. She intended on finding somewhere else to go, book her own room, anything to separate herself from the woman who didn't love her back. Sarah sighs VERY heavily as she continues to stare at the floor. Lilith, who'd just slapped her across the face was still breathing. If anyone else had done such a thing, Sarah would have killed them. Sarah wasn't stupid, she knew what was happening here. She knew the signs, despite not having ever felt anything like this in her life.
When Lilith would compliment her, it actually meant something. She looked forward to spending time with Lilith, looked forward to seeing her each day. The breakfast ... eating the horrid food just to make Lilith feel appreciated for her effort. Allowing Lilith to live in her home in the first place. Sharing a hotel room together ...These were NOT things that Sarah Twilight ever did for anyone, but she was doing them for Lilith. Sarah loved Lilith ... she knew it deep down. There was no question. Admitting it openly was the hard part. Once the words escaped her lips, there'd be no turning back. Allowing herself to say the words meant admitting she felt an emotion that she'd never embraced as even possible for her.
Sarah Twilight has a blackened heart. Sarah Twilight cares for no one but herself. Ice runs through her veins. Sarah Twilight is incapable of showing affection to anyone, or capable of truly caring about anyone but herself. Not ... anymore.
Lilith rushes back down the stairs with a suitcase in her hand, tears still rolling down her cheeks that she haphazardly wipes away with her sleeve. She makes her way toward the front door. Sarah looks up, a frown upon her face.
Sarah: Lilith wait! You can't leave ...
Lilith pauses and looks back at Sarah who steps forward toward her.
Lilith: I have no reason to stay. Goodbye, Sarah.
Sarah: No! You have to stay here ... please?
Lilith: Why?
Sarah: Because ...
Sarah takes a deep breath, pausing again as this was so very difficult for her to admit. She wanted to remain the "Ice Queen" and remain full of nothing but hate for everyone and anything. But she could not help how she felt. She takes a bit too long and Lilith places her hand on the doorknob to exit the suite.
Lilith: Good BYE, Sarah.
Sarah's heart skips a beat as Lilith is ready to walk away from her forever. She had to act right now. Swallow the pride and ...
Sarah: ... because, I love you ...
Sarah grits her teeth and SLAMS a hand against the wall, angered with herself at this point. The words had escaped her ... three words that had never been spoken by her lips in her lifetime. To speak them was the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. Lilith stops dead in her tracks, dropping her bags and turning around with a glow of pure happiness upon her face. She was very obviously delighted to hear Sarah say those words to her. However, the glow is interrupted by a moment of uncertainty once again. A feeling that she couldn't shake so easily.
Lilith: How ... how do I know this isn't just one of your tricks?
Sarah's expression changes as well. She looks almost insulted by the question. She sighs, keeping herself as calm as she is able to.
Sarah: Do you think this ... all of this happened by accident? Do you truly believe that I went and pulled you from the hospital, brought you into my home and have worked with you on a daily basis just to fuck with you? Do you think it is a coincidence that we're slated to stand side by side and decimate the walking fucking Soap Opera that is the NWA? Do you honestly believe that I would waste my time for all of these months? I am NOT a person who plays as part of a team, Lilith. And yet I chose ... that's right CHOSE to become a team with you.
Lilith looks downward now, feeling a little bit foolish at the accusations. Sarah was making some good arguments, however there was still so many questions.
Lilith: But you are the one who put me in that hospital. Why would you suddenly change your mind?
Sarah shakes her head a bit, feeling as though she was fighting a losing battle here. Though she understands that it was certainly not unreasonable for Lilith to have doubts that Sarah actually cared about anyone but herself.
Sarah: Because I saw something in you that nobody else did. I saw something ... that reminded me of myself. You are better than all of these fucks and you don't even realize it.
Sarah takes a step closer to Lilith now. She reaches out and takes Lilith's hand in her own as she looks at her with those deep emerald eyes.
Sarah: I went to that hospital room because I knew the potential you've always had ... and somewhere along the way ... I found myself caring about you which is as fucked up sounding to me as it is to you. But the fact of the matter is that we are on step one right now. Because you need to understand the way this should work. When we walk through that curtain and Kyle Steel tells the world that Sarah Twilight and Lilith are on their way to the ring ... whatever stupid fucks are out there in our way ... WILL shit their pants knowing that they are going to get HURT!
Lilith listens, hanging on every word that Sarah speaks. She may not have always understood some of the things Sarah would try to explain to her, but she understood this. The two of them are joined together with both hands now as neither can look away from the other. Sarah smiles as she looks at her other half.
Sarah: This circle ... it's just you and I. That means we have nothing but perfect love and perfect trust. To know that each and every time we walk out to that ring together, I have your back and you have mine. We are a TEAM, Lilith ... both inside and outside of the ring. That is something our opposition does NOT have going for them whatsoever.
Lilith smiles big and embraces Sarah with a hug. After a few moments, she leans back from the exchange and looks at her companion with hopeful eyes.
Lilith: Say it again.
Sarah quirks a brow.
Sarah: Say ... what again?
Lilith: That you love me. Because I love you, Sarah.
Sarah lets out half a chuckle at this and looks back at Lilith, seriousness and sincerity in her eyes.
Sarah: I love you too, Lilith.
She places her hands on Lilith's upper arms and the look upon her face now would suggest that the momentary exchange of sentiments had come to an end.
Sarah: Now come on, we have a lot of work to do.
Lilith frowns a little bit and sighs.
Lilith: I was hoping we could end a moment like this with some ... us time.
She winks.
Lilith: But it's always work work work with you.
Sarah smirks, shaking her head with a bit of laughter.
Sarah: We're here until Monday. There will be plenty of opportunity for "us time" later on. Right now, we have a couple of NWA shits to tear apart.
Lilith folds her arms now, taking a step back from Sarah. She is a little bit disappointed, but she knew Sarah was right. They did have a lot of work to get done.
Lilith: So what you're saying is ... we need to get started on ripping them up. Got it!
Lilith marches into the living room area of the suite and takes hold of Sarah's laptop, bringing it back to the redhead and handing it to her. Sarah squints her eyes a bit as she tilts her head at Lilith.
Sarah: What do you want me to do with this?
Lilith: Bring up wcf.com or whatever it is we need to look at to do some research.
Sarah stares at Lilith blankly, not exactly having intended this particular activity as what they should be doing.
Sarah: Lilith I didn't mean that we should be --
Lilith: Just find it! You said we need to start working and that is what I am doing.
Sarah shakes her head with a chuckle and sets up the laptop for the two of them, reluctantly. Sarah brushes a stray strand of her red hair from her face as she walks over to the sofa, taking a seat and inviting Lilith to sit next to her. Lilith doesn't hesitate to curl up next to Sarah as the two of them begin their search on wcf.com as Lilith had been inclined to do. After a few minutes of scrolling through the archives, Lilith points and shouts.
Lilith: THAT ONE! Right there, start there.
Sarah rolls her eyes looking at the screen to see old archived footage of Seifer Black Armstrong during the beginnings of his time with WCF. She looks over at Lilith with disinterest and hopes to persuade her away from watching.
Sarah: Are you ... sure you want to watch this?
Lilith nods. Though it didn't seem like she was interested in seeing the material, but moreso to feel as if she was doing some work as Sarah suggested. Again reluctantly, Sarah mouses over the video archive and selects the video, pressing play. After about five minutes or so, Lilith glances over to see Sarah with her head leaned back against the sofa cushion, her long red hair pushed forward and wrapping her cheeks in what Lilith saw as an adorable manner. Sarah's eyes are closed and it is pretty clear she'd gone back to sleep. Lilith shakes her and starts tickling her sides.
Lilith: Wake up sleepy bear!
Sarah jumps up, the laptop sliding from her lap and falls onto the floor. Luckily there is no damage done to the machine. Sarah looks around, realizing she'd nodded off.
Sarah: What? What happened?
Lilith giggles at her and places a loving hand on her cheek.
Lilith: You fell asleep hunny. We're supposed to be researching for our match. That's what you said.
Sarah smiles and takes Lilith's hand, holding it.
Sarah: We do have a lot of work to do. But watching that guy talk is fucking BORING. "You don't understand how great I am. No one is ready for what I can do. Blah blah fucking blah." The only person who isn't ready is HIM. He wasn't ready for Jonny Fly, he's not ready for us ... hell he isn't even ready to handle his own wife! So much so that she winds up in the arms of another man ... a pathetic pile of shit at that! If Scott Savage is the step up, what does that make Seifer?
Lilith places a finger to her chin and thinks a minute.
Lilith: Errrrm ... a joke?
Sarah nods with a big smile.
Sarah: Exactly!
Sarah bends down, picking up the laptop from the floor and closes it, placing it on the coffee table.
Sarah: We should get out. I have something lined up for us ... something big.
Lilith's eyes go wide with joy as she grabs Sarah's hands and begins bouncing up and down on the sofa.
Lilith: We're going to Disney World! I knew it! Oh Sarah, we're going to have so much fun! That is the most happiful place on Earth! This is the bestest vacation ever!
Sarah sighs as she sees the overwhelming joy on Lilith's face, knowing that she was about to disappoint her greatly.
Sarah: Unfortunately, that isn't where we're going. As I said, we have a lot of work to do. Mickey and Minnie Mouse aren't our opponents on Sunday. Though it probably wouldn't make much of a difference if they were ...
Lilith's jaw drops and she looks mortified. She folds her arms and sulks.
Lilith: I'm not going anywhere! We are going to Disney World or I am NOT leaving this hotel!
Sarah stands up, and looks down at Lilith, really not wanting to go through this right now.
Sarah: LILITH! We have work to do. We are NOT ... I repeat NOT going to Disney World!
Lilith: NONONONONONONONONONONO I DON'T HEAR YOU!
Sarah rolls her eyes and folds her arms, now putting her foot down on the situation.
Sarah: Lilith, are you my girlfriend ... or are you my daughter? Because right now, I can't fucking tell.
Lilith looks up at Sarah with a huge frown.
Lilith: I'm your girlfriend of course. But -
Sarah: No buts. We have work to do. If you want, we can go to Disney AFTER we get finished kicking Chase and Seifer's asses.
Lilith: Promise?
Sarah rolls her eyes again.
Sarah: I promise, alright? Now come on, we don't have any more time to waste.
Lilith nods and rushes to the bedroom to get changed. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Sarah walks through the hallway to the entrance of the suite and cracks the door open. An older couple, in their fifties are standing outside and look quite concerned.
Sarah: Can I help you with something?
Female Hotel Guest:We heard shouting. We wanted to make sure everything was alright.
Male Hotel Guest: We're just across the hall from you and, well it was quite loud.
Sarah nods her head in a reassuring manner.
Sarah: No everything is fine. Just a bit of a miscommunication. Everything is perfectly sorted out.
Female Hotel Guest: Are you sure, because we can --
Sarah narrows her eyes at this point. Not having any further tolerance for the interruption.
Sarah: I SAID ... we're fine!
She slams the door shut in the couples' faces before making her way to the bedroom herself. It was nearly 9am and she was still in her pajamas. After a few moments the two of them emerge from the bedroom, dressed for the day. Sarah is wearing a pair of black denim jeans, with a purple and black striped long sleeve v-neck that allows her pentacle pendant to dangle freely from her neck. The outfit is accompanied by a pair of black leather lace up heeled boots and a diamond studded leather belt with an amethyst eye on the buckle. Lilith is wearing magenta leggings under a matching checkered plaid skirt in magenta and black. Calf high leather heeled boots accentuate the ensemble as well as a white buttoned down blouse trimmed in magenta as well. The two of them walk together across the living room. Their bond never as strong as it was now. Sarah pauses mid-step as she reaches into her pocker for her cell phone. She holds up a finger, requesting Lilith wait a moment before they head out. Sarah dials a number and waits a few moments as it rings. Finally someone on the other end picks up.
Sarah: You still want to talk to us?
There is a brief pause as the person on the other end responds.
Sarah: Good, six o'clock ... Atlanta.
Again there is a pause as the other party was responding.
Sarah: Don't worry about what is in Atlanta. All you need to worry about is that Lilith and I will be there. Don't forget to bring what I asked you to either.
One final pause as the conversation continues from the other end.
Sarah: Good, we'll see you then.
Sarah hangs up the phone and grins wickedly as she glances over at Lilith.
Sarah: We're going to have ourselves quite the evening.
Lilith: Atlanta?
Sarah nods, and offers her hand to Lilith who takes it. The two of them exit their hotel room and head for the elevators. They reach the bottom floor and the elevator doors to the lobby part to expose the two of them sharing a kiss before exiting out into the main lobby. The Delano was one of Miami's premier hotels, boasting several fine restaurants as well as a breathtaking view of South Beach. A large diamond chandelier hangs overhead in all of its glorious radiance. The lobby itself appearing almost as an atrium boasting its lush wildflowers and exotic trees and bushes. This haven was an oasis to all of the senses. Pristine, peaceful and quiet for flawless enjoyment. As the two stunning women walk onto the marble floor toward the exit, a simple question still lingers on Lilith's mind.
Lilith: I still don't know why we have to go alllllllllll the way to Atlanta to work on our match against Seifer and Wolfie. We could have just stayed in our room and watched their boring, worthless promos. At least then we could have cuddle time!
Sarah smiles and grips Lilith's hand a bit tighter, looking over at her. Sarah's emerald eyes twinkling brightly.
Sarah: As I said, we'll have time for that. But believe me, we'll have much more fun with what I have planned in Atlanta than we would spending our time listening to Seifer and Chase and their endless list of revolving door excuses. How many fucking times does someone have to have their ass handed to them before they stop asking for another chance to have it kicked again?
Lilith laughs loudly as she lets go of Sarah's hand. The two of them were nearly at the exit out toward the sidewalk Bistros and Bianca, where there would have brunch now instead of lunch. Lilith rushes toward the huge golden revolving doors at the center of the main lobby and she grabbed hold of the push bar with both hands and hopped up onto the bottom door frame of the relvolving door. Sarah raises an eyebrow, watching the unexpected turn of events unfold as Lilith makes her first revolution around the door. She screams out.
Lilith: JUSTICE WAS NOT SERVED!
Sarah blinks a few times watching the commotion, which has gatherred the attention of several hotel guests as well as staff. Lilith makes her second revolution around the doors.
Lilith: I'M REALLY GOOD! SETH GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!
Sarah's face grows blush with embarrassment as the attention they were receiving right now wasn't of the positive variety. However, she couldn't help but to giggle as Lilith was doing a damn good job of showcasing what a spectacle it was for Seifer and Chase to beg pathetically for retribution every time a contest did not end in their favor. Lilith makes her third revolution around, she was having the time of her life as she swings back into the interior for a moment during the spin.
Lilith: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE CAPABLE OF!
At this point, a few members of hotel security start making their way toward Lilith and the revolving doors. Lilith comes around for her fourth revolution. She notices the security, but does not halt in the spectacle.
Lilith: THEY KICKED MY ASS! I NEED REVENGE!
Lilith finally hops down from the door, laughing as three security officers approach her. One of them takes charge of the situation.
Head Security Guard: We're going to have to ask you to leave the premises, ma'am.
Hearing this, Sarah steps in, approaching the guards.
Sarah: She's a registered guest. I suggest you leave her be.
The guard turns to Sarah.
Head Security Guard: This isn't a playground. We cannot permit grown adults to horse around where our guests must enter and exit the building.
Sarah folds her arms, looking at him.
Sarah: We're staying up in the penthouse. So if there is a problem with the actions of one of your elite guests, I suggest you have management take it up with me.
The consierge who was approaching the situation as well overhears the conversation being had and steps in to alleviate any further conflict.
Consierge: My apologies madam. We are only concerned with the safety of our guests. Most importantly the safety of your companion there. I see that everything has resolved itself, so the two of you have a lovely day!
The security officer grumbles a bit as they walk away from the scene. There is some chatter among the other guests that quickly hushes as Sarah turns to glare in their direction. The consierge follows suit and takes his leave once the security have cleared out.
Sarah: Well, now that that's over with. Let's eat!
Lilith nods and smiles as the two again join arm in arm and head out toward the Italian restaurant they'd earlier decided on.
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AFS Warehousing Storage Facility
Atlanta, Georgia
Wednesday, January 22nd 2014 - 5:31pm
The final rays of sunlight began to fade into the western horizon as nightfall was about to set in on the East Coast. The light just enough to glisten off of the razor wise covering over the chain link fence that surrounded this large, desolate, ramshackle looking facility. Several rows of storage units lined the property. Each of them much larger than your average personal use units. They were more like bunkers and appeared as though they could house a few small aircraft. Lilith and Sarah step onto the sunken, rotten asphault that served as the entrance to the ratty looking facility. A small booth stood just in front of the main gate where a man of average height and weight sat reading the newspaper. He wore a dusty tan cap and light blue coveralls with a name tag that read "Jim." His furry eyebrows and thick light brown mustache settled over the features of his face. A large pronounced jaw and a slightly oversized nose completed his facial make. Sarah and Lilith both approach the man who was deeply enevloped in whatever he was reading.
Sarah: Jim, right?
Jim looks up from the paper and nearly jumps out of his skin to see two gorgeous women standing in front of him. He fumbles with the paper, wrinkling it greatly as he attempts to fold it up and set it down on the small podium style desk in front of him.
Jim: Well hello there! What can I help you two lovely ladies with?
Sarah reaches into her pocket and removes a small slip of paper with some information scrawled onto it. She reads it and looks back up at Jim.
Sarah: Unit seventeen A. We'd like to have a look at it.
Jim reaches under the podium desk and pulls out a large file folder which contained information on all of the units that were currently being rented. He thumbs past a few pages and finds the appropriate information.
Jim: Seventeen A huh? That one is slated for auction tomorrow. The two of you are welcome to come back then if ya'd like.
Sarah shakes her head at him vehemently.
Sarah: We'd like to have a look at it now. We're only in town for this evening.
Jim also shakes his head as he looks between Sarah and Lilith.
Jim: I'm sorry, but I can't do that. The unit isn't scheduled for auction until tomorrow. Only the owner of the unit can stop that from happening and I don't suspect that either of you two are uhm ...
He looks down at his information again.
Jim: Joey Nitro.
Lilith: Joey who?
Sarah smiles and steps in again, despite the fact that the unit belonged to the former NWA owner, Joey Nitro. She figures there had to be a way to get access to the unit.
Sarah: Look, Jim ... we've come a long way. You said yourself the unit was going to be up for auction. What's the harm?
Jim: I can't do it. The unit is up for auction for non payment of rent. Twenty two hundred. The auction doesn't become official until tomorrow.
Sarah reaches into her back pocket and removes a large wad of cash, tossing it onto Jim's podium bench.
Sarah: There's five grand there ... cash. That's more than twice what you're owed. Consider the rent paid. Now don't make us ask again ... let us see the unit.
Jim eyes the cash with wide eyes and takes it slowly, sliding it into his pocket.
Jim: Well now, I think we've just had a misunderstandin' is all. You two must be relatives of the unit's owner. Why didn't ya just say so before? Let me show you on back.
Sarah turns to Lilith and smiles.
Sarah: Lilith, hun ... go retrieve our ... "guests" please.
Lilith lights up at the idea and turns to go and gather up whomever they had brought along with them. Meanwhile, Jim leads Sarah through the yard to a large bunker unit with a chain and padlock over the door. He jumbles through a giant keyring to find the right one and eventually removes the lock, allowing Sarah entry.
Jim: Have fun.
He says before heading off back to his post. Sarah steps inside of the pitch black bunker. Reaching to her left she finds a light switch and flips it up. Overhead florescent bulbs begin to flicker dimly, illuminating the bunker just slightly as it would take a moment for the lights to kick on fully. In front of Sarah was a wrestling ring, dusty and tattered. It was apparent it hadn't been used in quite some time. The apron trim surrounding the ring was torn and weathered. The name "National Wrestling Association" was written across the apron in black lettering and below that the phrase "A tradition of Excellence." The sidewall trim contained the name of the last event this ring had been intended to host ... but most likely had not. "Holiday Havoc VI" was embroidered onto the side walls in a less than appealing design work. The canvas stained with various dried blood and sweat stains indicating that this ring had been used over and over again rather than changing canvas skins as any self respecting wrestling promotion would have. Sarah climbs into the ring, having a look around as the lights finally kick on, truly exposing the shambles of ruin in which the equipment that had been kept here was in. Various folding chairs were stacked against the walls away from the ring. Enough seating for possibly one thousand. These chairs were also in bad shape. The bolts and screws holding the frameworks together was loose or missing on many of them. Sarah continued to look around, a wicked grin forming on her face as she took in the scenery with an overwhelmingly evil glee. Sets for where people would be interviewed were strewn about as well. They were mostly cardboard layouts used for short interview sessions, but one that caught her attention was a cardboard layout that resembled an office setting. A sticker attached to the prop read "Joey Nitro Office set." Sarah laughs as she notices this.
Sarah: Well shit, this is even more pathetic than I thought it would be.
As Sarah continues to take in all of the humiliating facts about the NWA, Lilith had returned to join Sarah in the bunker. She violently pushes two figures foward as Sarah looks on with the most sinister of smirks upon her face.
Sarah: Oh good, you're just in time for the party!
Lilith nudges one of them harshly.
Lilith: Get moving!
A man of smaller stature is forced into the ring with Sarah. His hair is unkempt, his thick dark mustache hadn't been trimmed in quite some time and he reeked of alcohol. The man looked horrified to be here. Lilith shoves the other man forward as the shaky lens of a camera begins recording. He too is sent into the ring. Also a shorter man, he was round and pudgy with a pencil style mustache in dirty blonde that barely traced his lips and sunk in amidst his round face. Sarah directs him with her index finger and points him in the direction of the alchol reeking man. The cameras begin rolling on the unkempt and frightened man as Sarah now addresses him.
Sarah: Now, while I'm sure that our good friends Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels know who you are ... no one in WCF knows you, nor do they give a shit about you. But just for the hell of it, why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself.
The man is obviously nervous and stutters with his words.
Man: I ... I'm Frank Jacobs.
Sarah: And what is it you used to do Frank?
Frank: I ... I was the lead interviewer for the NWA.
Lilith laughs as she climbs into the ring.
Lilith: Awwww that is soooo cute. You used to interview Wolfie and all those other worthless nobodies.
Sarah turns her attention to the other man, holding the camera. She wags her index finger at him, demanding the camera to which of course he obliges. Sarah aims the camera at him and laughs.
Sarah: What about you fatass? Who the fuck are you?
Cameraman: Mitch Roberts, former camera operator for the NWA.
Sarah shoves the camera back at him. He nearly drops it as she was very forceful about it.
Sarah: That's enough out of you Mitch. Nobody wants to see your ugly ass.
Lilith: He kinda looks like a giant teddy!
Sarah rolls her eyes at Lilith.
Lilith: What?! He so does!
Sarah exits the ring as Lilith forces the two NWA staff alumni from the ring after her. The two hostages were definitely not happy to be here. Lilith and Sarah had no concern for what they did or did not want. Sarah makes her way over toward one of the prop carboard sets. That had "NWA" written across it in red lettering behind a small section of chain link fence ... most likely meant to appear "Bad -Ass" or something of that nature. She stands in front of the set, joined by Lilith as Lilith YANKS Frank Jacobs into frame by his collar.
Sarah: So, the way I see it, we're doing the two of you a favor here. For once you'll actually get to interview people who are important and actually matter in the world of professional wrestling. You know, instead of useless shits like Seifer Black Armstrong or ... the "Lone Wolf" Chase Michaels.
Frank: I refuse! I will not take part in tearing down a legacy. You don't know what Seifer and Chase are capable of. I've seen it!
Sarah and Lilith both share a hearty laugh at his comments. Frank doesn't seem to understand why they find it so amusing.
Sarah: Is this a thing with you NWA fucks? I mean seriously is it? Why do every last one of you walk around screaming "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE CAPABLE OF!" as if that was supposed to change the fact that they get their asses kicked on a weekly basis?
Frank: You may not see it, but I do! I was there in the glory days. I know what they can do!
Lilith: Yeah, they can sure bankrupt a company.
From behind the camera, Mitch had heard enough and finally decides to add his thoughts.
Mitch: They didn't bankrupt the company! It was a combination of things.
Sarah turns toward Mitch and the camera, taking an aggressive step forward.
Sarah: Did we ask for any lip out of you? Shut the fuck up and roll the cameras. JEEZ, can ANY of you NWA shits complete the ONE task you have?
Lilith shakes her head looking at Sarah.
Lilith: Not unless it is discussing who is sleeping with who.
Sarah laughs as she places her arm around Lilith's shoulder.
Sarah: That's right. "You betrayed me, but now we're best friends! I betrayed you and tried to kill your wife, but now we have to take a stand for JUSTICE! You threw my baby in a dumpster and set my house on fire, but now we must stand together and unite to show the world that we suck!" Oh give me a fucking break with that bullshit. It has all the makings of a fucked up Lifetime movie and THAT is why the NWA doesn't exist any longer.
Lilith: Don't forget, "Don't talk about my family or mess with them because if you do I will do nothing but challenge you to twelve matches until I might finally win one!"
Frank looks rather annoyed as two former NWA stars were being talked about in such a way, but he keeps his mouth shut for the time being. Sarah and Lilith continue to have a laugh about the entire situation.
Sarah: Right. What is all that shit about justice and retribution? Don't fuck with my family because I will whine and cry and ask for matches with people I don't deserve to be in a ring with? I find it completely hilarious that he sat at home all this time and waltzes back in here demanding matches with us, and yet his wife is fucking Scott Savage and he completely ignores that. Isn't that what he's used to? Getting into fights because someone else fucked his wife or he winds up on Jerry Springer finding out Chase Michaels is actually his kid's father or some shit?
Lilith: Those idiots don't make annnnnyyyyy sense. They bounce around from one minute to the next talking about how they were wronged. I can't keep up anymore.
Sarah: Oh it makes perfect sense. You see, having their asses handed to them by you and I ... that is something that can be bragged about. "I had my ass kicked by Sarah Twilight and Lilith." ... but if he actually DID go seeking his "justice" against Scott Savage and had his ass handed to him by some retarded jobber of a manager, he'd be exposed for the pathetic fucking JOKE that he truly is.
Frank finally breaks his silence at this point. Having heard enough.
Frank: Seifer is a former NWA World Champion, he and Chase were NWA Tag Champions! This is not right what you're doing.
Sarah looks over at Frank in a very condescending manner as she responds to his pathetic little outburst.
Sarah: Oh yes, I am certain that with such "amazing" competition as Ollie the Magic Bum and a guy named just ... Jack that it wasn't very hard for someone like Seifer Black Armstrong to find himself at the top of some little fly by night, high school gymnasium promotion.
Frank: Hey! Jack was a part of the Outlaw Kings with Chase Michaels. Chase trained him you know!
Lilith: And this changes our opinion of him how exactly? Wolfie trained the little nobody awwww that's soooo cuuuuuute. WHO CARES?!
Footsteps are heard entering the bunker as the small mock interview sesssion was talking place. Frank is yanked out of frame suddenly which garners a giggle from Lilith as WCF's own Hank Brown steps into the frame. Following him, Cameraman Bob who many know from spending time in various weird places with Jayson Price for filming promos. He steps in front of the camera and motions Mitch to hand it over. Mitch doesn't put up a fight over it.
Hank: Well now, looks like we arrived just in time! Seems we're gonna have to teach these punks how an interview is conducted in WCF!
Sarah and Lilith nod, greeting Hank and Bob. Sarah looks around, and inquizitively turns her gaze to hank.
Sarah: You bring what I asked?
Hank: Sure did!
He reaches into his suit jacket and removes a large black cloth from inside of it. As he unwravels the expensive silk material stitched up with the green WCF Wednesday Night Logo, Frank and Mitch pout in disapproval. Sarah takes the banner from him and hangs it over the NWA cardboard cutout. Sarah may not have been the biggest fan of Wednesday Night, but standing in front of a WCF banner ... ANY WCF banner was far more appealing than standing in front of a fucked up NWA set. Hank beams with pride for the company he'd worked for now for YEARS. He steps back in front of the now turned WCF set and takes his microphone in hand.
Hank: Hello there WCF! I am standing here with perhaps one of the greatest tag teams in WCF History! Sarah Twilight and Lilith! Now, they may not be well liked by the majority of our viewers and I realize that. But tonight I have the opportunity to interview two stars who are WCF through and through. Love them or hate them, this interview begins now!
Hank offers his hand to Sarah and Lilith who both, surprisingly accept and shake his hand. It would seem that a simple pride in their own company had provided all the bond that was needed to conduct this interview on friendly terms.
Hank: Sarah, let me begin with you. What are your thoughts on this entire situation with Seifer Black Armstrong? You fired him from WCF during your tenure as owner and now he says he's returned for retribution. What do you have to say to that?
Sarah smirks, shaking her head.
Sarah: First of all, there is no situation with Seifer. You first have to actually pose a THREAT to someone in order for there to be a situation whatsoever. Seifer Black Armstrong got himself fired because he THOUGHT he was ready for the main event when in fact he was not. The blame falls on himself. This is how he operates. He blames everyone else for his own shortcomings. He lost to Jonny Fly in tag competition and what does he do? He screams and cries about how fucking great he THINKS he is, and what happened? As expected, he had his ass handed to him AGAIN ... knowing that his job was at stake. Yet somehow he likes to imagine this is Fly's fault, my fault or who the fuck knows who else he'll scream foul at. The fact is, if I walked away from here for the next four months, I'd walk back in exactly as I left. When he is off screen, he has to fight to get recognixed so of course he keeps on demanding matches with top tier talent because who the fuck cares if he can beat Adam Young? The thing is, he can't beat me, he can't beat Lilith and he again is going to be to blame for his own suffering.
Hank waits until Sarah is finished before adding to the question.
Hank: Based on that, do you believe he's going to request yet another rematch if things don't go his way on Sunday?
Sarah laughs for a moment before her facial expression grows as serious as it's ever been.
Sarah: I'm going to solve that little problem right now. WHEN we finish kicking your ass, and your little friend Michaels' ass ... there will be NO rematch. There will be no second chances. I am not going to waste my time with some jobber fuck who thinks he's far greater than he actually is. Once I finish kicking your ass, I'm done with you. All the replays and repeats in the world about how no one understands what you're capable of aren't going to fucking matter. Understand it, bitch! I am going to kick your ass ... you don't get to ride my coat tails for a second month in a row in some pathetic attempt to make yourself relevant. You don't seek retribution, you seek recognition. You've had your ass kicked REPEATEDLY by people that actually count around here and if that is your idea of making a name for yourself, go bother Corey Black or Gravedigger with your bullshit. Maybe you need to serve some Justice because Corey's face paint doesn't SUCK like your nasty ass. Or maybe Gravedigger needs to understand that you are capable of absolutely nothing! I don't give a shit. It's one and done for you. I don't have to kick your ass twice to prove a point. Take the hint that you aren't in my league and demand matches with people who you MIGHT actually stand a chance against.
Hank takes the microphone back to continue his line of questioning, but Lilith interjects with some thoughts of her own on the current subject.
Lilith: Seifer doesn't even wear the pants in his family, Chelsea does and she's a joke. How does he expect to EVER compare to Sarah? It's just not going to happen. And she's doing him a favour by not deciding to completely humiliate him twice. Sarah Twilight is the BEST wrestler in the entire world and Seifer is just some stinky boy who wants attention. He shouldn't even have this match with us because he doesn't deserve it. My favourite part of the whole thing will be after Sarah destroys him and he realises that he failed again. He can go crying back to the NWA. No wait, he can't they already went out of business! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Sarah: And that's the point Hank, this is the WCF not the NWA. We aren't working for a bargain basement promotion here where this one's past and that one's past and who is who's baby's mother matter. I don't give a fuck about Seifer, I don't give a fuck about Chase, and I don't give a FUCK about their families. In fact, if I beat the living shit out of his entire extended family right now ... and then finished the job by beating their asses around the ring like a pair retarded donkeys the only thing they'd do is hobble out to the ring in a cast and their seventy four stitches and cry to the entire world about how misunderstood they are, and how they need everyone to get behind them so that they can get retribution and serve justice. This is WCF ... NO ONE GIVES A SHIT! You EARN your place around here, or you fucking take it! No amount of begging and pleading for chance after chance after chance to have your ass handed to you in a handbasket is going to change that fact. You want to step into the ring with Sarah Twilight? You want to step into the ring with Lilith? Then you DEAL with the fucking consequences that come with that!
Hank: Well I --
Sarah: This isn't a fucking charity. We don't just hand out opportunities to people who can't ever get the job done. Seifer Armstrong walked in here as Matthew Robinson's BITCH! Because Robinson couldn't handle some retarded oaf Lionfart or whatever the fuck he was called. Seifer? He FAILED at that. He FAILED at beating Jonny Fly and he will FAIL when he stands in the ring with us. It took me all of two minutes to completely DEMOLISH that giant fuck they had so much trouble with. He isn't even HERE any longer and Seifer thinks he has ANY reasonable claim to share a ring with me? Are you fucking KIDDING ME?! "Please, I'm really good. If you just give me the chance to show everyone what I can do." Oh SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Lilith smiles big and appears to be highly motivated ... or turned on by Sarah's current demeanor. Sarah just had lost any patience she had in even entertaining the fact that Seifer or Chase would be any form of a challenge.
Sarah: That nasty ass face paint, running around shouting how fucking great he THINKS he is with absolutely NO credibility whatsoever. Not being able to handle the fact that he fucking sucks and isn't anywhere NEAR the level he thinks he is. Know who that reminds me of? Synn, do you remember that bitch, Hank?
Hank: Well of course I --
Sarah: Do you remember what I did to that little worthless fuck? I beat ths hit out of him SO badly that he tucked tail and quit. I have no problem doing the same thing to Seifer Black Armstrong or Chase Michaels or ANY member of that washed up shitty little outfit we call NWA. You all LOVE talking about it so fucking much, well we're standing here ... LOOK AROUND! I came to your house and all I see is the withered away essence of something that NEVER WAS to begin with. I see the tear stained canvas of BROKEN dreams and failed aspirations. The fact that ANY of you were shown pity and picked up by WCF for the worthless SCRAPS that you are should have been a BLESSSING to you. You should have praised the very day that you were ALLOWED to open an event for WCF and understand that you are NOT ready for this. To even THINK that you have earned anything here, that you have earned the right to demand matches because you cannot accept your own failures is fucking PATHETIC! Not a fucking one of you are welcome here. WCF is MY HOUSE and in my house, you don't get a second fucking chance!
Hank: Yes, well Chase Michaels --
Lilith: Wolfie? I've already kicked his lonely little ass. He should go back to worrying about which one of his friends is sleeping with his wife. How is it that he and Seifer even expect to get along? They both are stupid emo bears.
Sarah: Chase Michaels doesn't have to worry about it. He thinks Seifer wants to take the spotlight away from him, but on this occassion that is a GOOD thing. You see, as much as Chase completely fucking SUCKS ... no one is going to remember that. They are only going to remember how BADLY Seifer completely fucking SUCKS because as usual, Seifer wants the attention on himself for something he does not deserve. The two of them can argue and bicker over which one of them gets to be decimated by Lilith and myself all they'd like. Believe me, there is plenty enough ass kicking to go around.
Lilith cuddles up next to Sarah with a huge grin on her face as she looks at Hank with wide eyes, enjoying every moment of this.
Lilith: If Wolfie and Synn Jr. want to keep on embarrassing themselves, they will definitely enjoy what happens to them on Sunday. Sarah and I don't feel sorry for the little emo bears and we don't care about their justice. What are they Batman and Robin? Wolfie would make such a hilarious Robin. And could you imagine Seifer as Batman! I bet he thinks he is. I bet he thinks he really needs to carry out justice because no one pays attention to him. Hmmmm, you know Sarah we could have some fun with that.
Sarah smirks a bit as she leans in closer to Lilith. The two of them bonded together in strength. The two of them a single unit, a team. Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels had only one tie that binds them ... a tie that had been severed and forgotten about by the rest of the world some time ago. That one distant tie hung by a thread ... and it was called the NWA. Two individual men who shared the same failures of the past would attempt to engage into battle with a single unit of destruction. A single force without remorse and a single inpenatrible wall of chaos which would unleash it's brand of mayhem upon them. Lilith and Sarah Twilight stood proudly with one another. The future of WCF ... the future of professional wrestling and the final nail in the coffin of the tarnished, empty legacy of the NWA.
Sarah: Sunday ... at Payback, Seifer Black Armstrong and Chase Michaels will carry on the traditions of the NWA ... the traditions of embarassment!
Sarah and Lilith walk off of the set as Sarah pulls the WCF logo down from the cardboard set in a showing that the NWA did not deserve to keep any symbol of WCF among their littered mess or garbage. Lilith corrals Frank Jacobs and Mitch Roberts from the sidelines, forcing them out with her as she glares at them.
Lilith: We're not finished with you two yet!
She makes her way out of the bunker as Sarah pauses, staying behind. Hank and Bob start for the exit themselves. Sarah halts Bob for a moment.
Sarah: Oh no. You're going to want to get this on camera.
Bob nods and adjusts focus as Sarah walks back over toward the dusty, battered NWA ring. She leans down to the apron and removes something from her pocket. It's a small container of liquis that she begins squirting onto the apron in odd patterns. Bob continues to focus on her actions as she finally finishes what she was working on. Sarah takes a single match, striking the sulpher against the flint siding and tossing it onto the apron. The patterns where she had squirted what was obviously a flammable liquid erupt in flame ... forming the pattern of what she'd written out. Sarah walks out of frame as Bob continues to film the ring apron. Left in her wake was a single ... simple messsage to the opposition that she and Lilith would encounter on Sunday. There on the ring apron in dancing flames ....
To be continued ...
