Not a Brain, or Decent Meal, Between Them!

[Carmen Rivera]

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...& off we go, she takes it off nice and slow cause that's pornstar dancing[/center]

☠ r e c a p.

[/i] on Meltdown, which was pretty much the ultimate slap in the face, but this week she found herself competing in tag team action. As if that weren’t bad enough, given that San Diego’s favorite sinner was the furthest thing imaginable from a team player, but she was on a team with “The Hitman” Steve Stryker. In the words of the Iron Sheik? “FAWKIN BULLSHIT!” Steve Styker was a nobody, a perpetual nobody at that. The only thing he had accomplished in this business was being the first runner up as the Mr. Clean spokesperson. The only fairly decent thing that he had under his belt was the luckiest win in the world over Carmen Rivera after the single shittiest wrestling move she’d ever faced, as if it were brought out of a time capsule from wrestling’s shittiest days: 1980. But, her hatred for Steve, as massive and brightly burning as it was, paled in comparison to her hatred for losing. Her hatred for losing to Steve? It was pretty big, but this week? She had to try and play nicely. After all, last week was the up in the aforementioned rollercoaster. Carmen won a guaranteed match for the North American championship. While she would have loved to have taken that title match this week, it didn’t seem as if it were meant to be, because of that moron, Yarmouth, getting his shot. Nothing ruffled Carmen’s feathers like being put in the backseat for a jobber, but competing against them with an asshole standing on the outside, waiting to see you fail and mock you? It was enough to make Carmen want to pull her hair out, if it wasn’t so expensive to have her extensions put in that is. Niobe Martin and Angelina Quinn were their opponents, and after an extensive Google search for just who the hell these girls were, ultimately? Carmen was not impressed. Not that that should come as any form of a surprise. Carmen hated most people, but people who were as painfully irrelevant as Angelina Quinn and Niobe Martin? A ginger and an Anorexic!? This match was like someone swiped up the three biggest rejects from the Island of Misfit toys and expected Carmen to make it watchable. Would Carmen prove to be a miracle worker? Only time would tell there, but one thing was obvious: she would definitely be competing in the Test for the Best tournament. If that meant carrying that bald son of a bitch on her back? It was one week she’d just have to grit her teeth and bare it.[/size][/font][/ul]

☠ s c e n e o n e.

[/i]. Steve Stryker was the FURTHEST thing from competent! His idea of competence was figuring out his key piece of redneck fashion: the signature cap that held two beer cans with a straw that came from the helmet and to his mouth.

However, the positively blood-curdling scream served two purposes this morning. Not only did it express Carmen’s hatred for APW’s booking, but it startled the man sleeping in the bed next to her to wake. That man was none other than Michael Harris, a man who Rivera had made it clear that she had formed an alliance with, even if the execution of her part in the plan hadn’t gone so well. Harris propped himself up on his elbows taking a moment to really wake himself up. He hated being woken for the stupidest things and he was almost certain that whatever the hell Carmen was screaming about was over something stupid. He just glared over in her direction.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "You mind keeping it down?!"

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "Esos estúpidos imbéciles! No puedo creer de les. YO NO! ¿Quieren que me puso en una tag team match con Steve Stryker frente a contra dos Pornostars wannabe en necesidad desesperada de un sandwich? ¡Inaceptable!"

Translation: Those stupid morons! I cannot believe them. I WON'T! They want to put me in a tag team match with Steve Stryker facing off against two wannabe pornstars in desperate need of a sandwich? UNACCEPTABLE!

She shouted out in frustrated Spanish, her words flying quicky before she wound up hanging her phone up. Had it not been her's, and had she not been the one to pay for it? She likely would have tossed it against the wall or out the window, whichever was more effective. Carmen seethed, pouting as she leaned against the headboard.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "Yeah cause I understood any of that."

He rolled his eyes a little bit. One thing he had gathered was she was upset and irritated by something. Other than that he knew nothing else and with it being this early he really didn’t care.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "How about you just lay back down and chill the fuck out? I’d like to get a couple more hours of sleep before I have to deal with your bitch ass attitude."

She grunted, slamming her phone down on the nightstand before she found herself slipping back into the bed, clutching the blanket close to her large bust. Carmen even let out an animalistic growl as a result of pure frustration.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "Sorry. I'm just frustrated. Sometimes, I think that this company doesn't appreciate my obvious talents. Besides corrupt referees doing everything they can to keep me down, my 'wakeup call' in the morning is me being told I'm going to be forced to team with Mr. Clean to take on generic wannabe pornstar A and B who don't have a brain, or a decent meal, between them."

This, in all honesty? It was a childish temper tantrum on Carmen's part. She hated Steve Stryker. He'd shown her nothing but disrespect, and the fact that she had to 'play nice' with him, was like putting a bratty child in time out. It wasn't something she wanted to deal with, and everyone around her would have to suffer, especially her now hoarse and sore throat. She spoke in a mocking tone.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "'Carmen, you don't understand. Stryker is one of the brightest talents on Meltdown. We think you'll work well together, despite your obvious issues with one another.' Pfft! The only thing 'bright' about him is the light's reflection from the Armor All that that motherfucker uses on his head ..."

Harris had finally settled himself back in the bed. He had his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. Although as relaxed as he was trying to get. It didn’t change the fact that he had to listen to her blab in his ear about what he considered not that important. Not that he was going to mention it to her cause he didn’t want to listen to her mouth more.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "Get used to it Carmen. We all have to do things in this business we don’t want to do. I’ve been doing this for twelve years and I figured that out my first year. Bitching and whining like a little girl doesn’t help matters. Suck it up and deal with it for the sake of you and your career."

Carmen scoffed in revulsion. She couldn't say that she had Harris' tenure in the wrestling world. Far from it, to be honest. But that didn't mean she wasn't as spunky and fiery as people who'd been here for double or triple her small amount of time in the industry.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "But I'm so much BETTER than this. I'm better than playing welcome wagon for two girls whos careers are going to fall flatter than their chests were before their first of seven boob jobs between 'em. And I'm so much better than being the ONLY reason that Stryker's career has a pulse! I'm so SICK of him using MY name for his own purposes. And I just know he's going to try and screw me. Well, he's in for a slick surprise. I don't screw ugly people."

She scoffed, the obviously crazed side to Carmen we've seen come out over the past few weeks when she doesn't get her way starting to rear its ugly head. She brought her fingertips to her mouth, nibbling on the manicured nail of her index finger with her teeth.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "If you are sick of it ... then do something about it!"

Sure him being a hard ass and being rude was risking her turning on him and running her mouth to him. But clearly he didn’t give a damn about all of that. As far as he was concerned her bark as bigger than her bite and she really didn’t want to mess with him. However he did have a very good point and one that couldn’t be denied.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "You might not be able to do shit about the match, but you can make sure you are the reason your team wins. You can make sure that you are the one that outshines everyone else in the match. You can even stab Stryker in the back before he does it to you. There are endless possibilities to this situation. Use that little thing that’s inside your head. You know the thing that people often call a brain."

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "No dejo de nuevo."

TRANSLATION: I will not stop.

A loud CRACK is heard as she bit on the nail, completely breaking off the expensive, artfully designed tip she would have once been so proud to show off. It was trivial to her. She shook her head from side to side, spitting out the nail.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "I won't stop stabbing him after once. I will cut a fucking gash so deep into his back that I would cut the mat. I'd pull out his intestines and jump rope with them before I got along with him! And if I'm willing to do that to my own partner, the man who is supposed to have my back unconditionally for the match ... just imagine what I would be capable of doing to Nio ... Nao ... Nahla the lion, and The Great Ginge!"

Harris just nodded his head. He was starting to get to the point where he was drifting off back to sleep. However he was still awake enough to hear what she was going on about.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "Mhmm, that’s nice Carmen. Just don’t fail. I can’t have you making me look bad. You already failed to see me leave as Xtreme Champion at Mayhem. Can’t have a failure tagging along with me."

Calling her a failure would either work one of two ways. It would either piss her off and he’d get tossed on out of her bed or it would piss her off and motivate her to make sure she didn’t fail when Meltdown rolled around later this week.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "You think I'm a failure? ¡¿Estás demente?!"

TRANSLATION: Are you crazy?!

She scoffed, raking her messy, sandy blonde hair away from her face.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "We'll see if I can just make up for your shortcomings, papacito. Speaking of short, it's a short walk to that couch. It's calling your name."

She rolled onto her side, pulling the blankets up to her neck and around her tightly. Clearly, Harris didn't have a knack for saying the right things that a woman wants to hear. He started to chuckle a little bit. At times he admitted that it was cute when she thought she was in charge and thought that she could tell him what to do. It never got her anywhere but at least she tried.

MICHAELHARRIS -- the best to ever exist. "Cute Carmen, we’ll talk in a few hours."

On that note Harris rolled over to his side. He grabbed the pillow that he had been using and pulled it over his head in an attempt to make sure he didn’t have to hear her mouth anymore. It was only good for one thing any way. She scowled at him, her first intention to smack him with a pillow. But, it was too early for anything kinky, which is exactly where she knew it would lead. She pulled the blanket over her head, slowly but surely dozing off to sleep before this scene faded to a close.[/size][/font][/ul]

☠ s c e n e t w o.

[/b] -- the hitman.[/color] "Y’know, Carmen. They say the only people who wear sunglasses indoors are assholes and blind people. I’d say ya’ aren’t blind, but I’ve seen that little boyfriend of yours you keep around. But, I’m not gonna rule out you being an asshole."

She scowled at him, merely flipping her hair and making sure to hit him with the ends of her thick curls. Steve spit a bit, batting at his face as Carmen unlocked her door and pushed it open, tossing her bag into the locker room.

STEVESTRYKER -- the hitman. "What’s with the getup? You look like you just finished turning johns away."

She was sure he didn’t know about her past. Nobody did. But it hit a little too close to home. Carmen kept her key positioned precariously between her fingers.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "Partner or not? I will cut you and NOT think twice about it."

STEVESTRYKER -- the hitman. "Don’t get your panties in a bunch. If you were bothered to put ‘em on today. Like I told you before you spit in my face, I don’t like you or anything about you. You’re repulsive to everything I was ever raised to believe ..."

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "And here I thought that people who are on that Special Olympian level didn’t really get the chance to be beggars."

STEVESTRYKER -- the hitman. "However ..."

He continued, sternly.

STEVESTRYKER -- the hitman. "When I made the promise to you that I would watch your back like most people who don’t have any sense or inhibitions, and a few dollars burning a hole in their pocket. Point is, when I make a promise, I don’t go back on it. After all, I promised to beat you, and what happened? Oh, exactly what I said would. Never doubt the Hitman, Carm."

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "Well congratulations, Steve. You finally managed to do something amusing. You actually convinced yourself that I need you. And your conviction to the part is just absolutely enchanting. I don’t need you to take down a couple of second-rate tramps whose careers are going down in flames faster than an open field freshly doused in Gasoline. You have a pale ginger and the walking posterchild for Bulimia? They don’t exactly make for much threats, and neither do you. I don’t NEED you at the ring, and more importantly? I don’t WANT you down at the ring. You are nothing but a leech, sucking on my entry into the Test for the Best tournament. And when I get the win for our team? Maybe, for once, it’ll finally shut you up about the luckiest night of your life where you got that one moment that defines your career; by the grace of God, somehow managing to score a win over me."

Carmen stepped into her locker room for a moment, very briefly, coming out with exam gloves on her hands; an obvious testament to her disrespect for Stryker.

CARMENRIVERA -- vicious and delicious. "And so we’re clear? The only way you’ll ever be a ‘Hitman’, is to add a ‘S’ at the front. See ya’ out there, buddy!"

Carmen smacked his back with all of her might, much too hard to be a show of friendly gesture. Steve rubbed between his shoulder blades, glaring daggers at Carmen. She merely gave her hair a toss and walked away with a smirk on her face.[/ul]

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tagged: stryker/niobe/quinn word count: 2999 lyrics: "pornstar dancing" by my darkest days
pictures: by me template: by me notes: harris + stryker borrowed with permission. enjoy.

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