On The Lam

[Carmen Rivera]

R E C A P --

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ღ So, Carmen didn’t win last week. With a lot of effort and self-control, she was okay with that. The sole reason for that being was because Carmen didn’t lose her North American Championship because of some personal shortcoming on her own half, but because of Michael Harris. That bastard wanted to make sure because he couldn’t win a title, he wanted to make Carmen miserable and not her her keep her championship by slamming a steel door on her head. And now, Michael Lively was walking around as if he’d really accomplished something. The only bright side meant that this had to be Carmen’s ticket off of Meltdown! She no longer had to hold that title that was basically a prison cell, keeping her hostage on Meltdown. She could go to Overdrive and really settle her issues with Harris. At least, that’s what she thought. The reality would prove to be VERY different. After all, Carmen made sure to get even with Harris. He stole her title, which was precious to her, so Carmen responded by stealing something precious to him. Except, in Carmen’s warped mind, kidnapping his first-born child actually competed with him stealing her championship title! And with Harris as the guest referee for the massive eight man tag match on Hell on Earth, ermm, Meltdown, how would Team Rivera actually manage to win, given Carmen could put her animosity with Lively to the side? Even more curiously, would Carmen and Dante manage to get along later to become the Number One Contenders to the Tag Team Championships at Shockwave? This match would prove to be a serious predecessor and Carmen was definitely looking forward to getting those manicured hands dirty, even if it was on a show that was incredibly beneath her!

S C E N E O N E --

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ღ “CARMEN! CARMEN!” Harris screamed, practically growling as he chased Carmen backside. Carmen was a few steps ahead of him, practically feeling Harris’ breath on the back of her neck, causing her to pick her speed up. She’d been dragging Jayden behind her, the six year old boy screaming and dragging his feet, which had slowed her down, until Carmen just picked him up and started carrying the crying child. Harris responded by reaching out and grabbing a hold of Carmen’s honey-colored hair, making her scream and almost fly back, responding the only way that she could.

ღ A foot right in the crotch.

ღ He’d let go considerably, being met again with her foot in his crotch. He’d fallen to his knees, while Carmen ran for her car with Jayden in her hands, practically dangling. She had no real concern for him, but she needed him alive. At least until she got what she wanted back.

ღ Falling onto her knees a bit, Jayden cried out in pain, scraping his knees on the asphalt. Harris had caught up, but Carmen was quick on her feet, her hand scooping up loose bits of dirt and gravel, throwing it right in Harris’ eyes. Debilitated, Carmen got up and ran for her car, tossing Jayden into the back seat and then quickly getting into the driver’s seat. Harris, with red, puffy, tearing eyes, ran towards the car, but it was simply too little, too late, as Carmen peeled out of the arena. Harris was chasing the car for a few steps, until he’d realized it was a little too late, cursing out loud.

ღ Jayden was terrified, his knees scratched up a bit. Jayden looked up at Carmen in the rearview mirror, the now dethroned Queen of North America reducing her speed just a bit as to not get stopped. She had this planned. She’d trade cars, and then go to a different room from the one she’d rented. The less that people could chase her, the better. Kidnapping was a felony, after all.

JAYDENMICHAELHARRIS[/b] -- chicago's son.[/color] "Wh-why are you doing this? I want to be with my daddy! Why did you take me from him?"

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Your daddy is a bad guy. He stole something important from me. I’m going to steal something important from him."

JAYDENMICHAELHARRIS[/b] -- chicago's son.[/color] "I’m not a thing! And he’s not bad. You are!"

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Your daddy stole my championship from me, so I stole you from him. Haven’t you ever heard of Hammurabi’s Code? An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth!"

JAYDENMICHAELHARRIS[/b] -- chicago's son.[/color] "I don’t care! I want my daddy!"

ღ He protested, sobbing and kicking at the back of her seat. Carmen stomped on the brakes, knowing he wasn’t buckled up, making him hit the back of her seat. He let out a whimper, crumbling in the floorboard, terrified for his life. Smiling to herself, she continued to drive in silence, as we finally fade to black.[/size][/font]

S C E N E T W O --

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ღ Carmen Rivera usually expected the best in life. So for our scene to come to life at this slumlord motel was a complete shock. It was certainly the last place we’d expect to find Carmen, who demanded luxury suites, premier rental cars, the lifestyle of some hotshot. This place could best be described as a roach motel. Carmen even wore a pair of elbow-high, yellow rubber gloves as she held onto the hotel room’s landline. She was much too smart to use her cellphone, even pulling the battery out of it. APW hadn’t heard anything from her since the kidnapping. She hadn’t used a credit card, or an ATM. She’d disguised herself when she went out. It was essentially like Carmen had vanished off the face of the Earth, and that was how she needed it to be.

ღ Certainly not holding the phone to her face, given how disgusting her location was, she took her attention away from the phone call to see Jayden was asleep on the bed across the room. A rerun of Spongebob had flashed on the screen, indicating that Jayden had watched TV all night. Not that Carmen cared. He wasn’t her child, she certainly wasn’t going to put her best foot forward in babysitting him. It was just her job to keep him alive.

ღ The person on the other end of the phone call was a surprising call. Her mother. Carmen had gone to visit her a few weeks ago, or so it seemed, the cameras fading out before we could see anything else. Her tone of voice was somewhat lazy and dull, after years of substance abuse. She seemed coherent enough though. She either was out of drugs as of right now, or not yet high.

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "I don’t know if you really know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Kid-errm, what you did, is a very serious offense. You could be facing some serious punishments for it."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "But you have to agree. It gets my point across. And if nothing else, Harris has now learned that I’m not the type of girl you want to take lightly. Maybe everyone’s right. There just might be a few screws loose in my head."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "No. No. You’re just, you’re passionate about what you do. That’s all!"

ღ She attempted to rationalize her daughter’s criminal activity, doing anything that she could to make up something, anything, for it to make it sound like Carmen wasn’t crazy. But, Carmen knew better. She knew that being crazy just so happened to be what worked for her. If refusing to suppress her animalistic instincts and her need for dominance over everyone, even the seemingly incapable of being dominated.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "I guess I can give you that. I’m just glad that my time on Meltdown will be over. I can’t wait to actually be on a brand that more than twenty people give a shit about."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Sweetie, you’re not done on Meltdown yet. I just saw a commercial for the Meltdown Main Event. It’s a ten person tag match and Michael is going to be the special referee."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "What?! What ... what are you talking about!? I’m stuck on that show for another week?!"

ღ Carmen asked as her breathing picked up, the pretty blonde slumping against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the feeling of complete misery surrounding her. Being on Meltdown for this long made her feel like she was trapped, like the walls were closing in around her. She dropped her head, as Rosalita continued to speak.

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Oh, m'ija. I’m sure it won’t be much longer before the APW finally starts to realize your talents and put you where you need to be."

ღ Carmen could tell that she was lying. Rosalita thought that her daughter would be going to prison, and honestly? She was probably right. If Harris had his way, he’d send Carmen away and lock away the key. Rivera was just going to have to make sure that he didn’t get his way.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Who am I forced to suffer with this week?"

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Well, like I said. Michael Harris is going to be the referee, but you’ll be teaming up with Dante, Krunk, and Stefan Raab, and ... well, Michael Lively."

ღ Carmen was gritting on her teeth, her heels digging into the ground. The only reason she hadn’t screamed bloody murder like the very loud Latina was known to do, was because for once, she wanted less attention. Nevermind the fact that there was a child asleep in the room. She could care less. She just didn’t want anyone checking in on her and noticing something that she was still on this Earth.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Stefan Raab is a fat fucking Nazi with a war on skinny, talented people. I don’t even know who the other two are, nor do I care enough to find out, and if Lively thinks he’s going to be leaving Washington without me using his testicles for chewing gum, that funny-faced bastard has another thing coming!"

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Carmen Maria!"

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Sorry mama. I didn’t mean it sexually. I meant I was literally going to rip those baby grapes off, chew them up, and spit them in his face."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "That’s ... slightly more acceptable?"

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "Who am I leading this Island of Misfit Toys against?"

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Um, who was it? Yemen? The big, bulky guy. Can barely speak in coherent sentences. Kind of boring. I think he’s just there to fulfill the bald bodybuilder wannabe quota."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "I know who you’re talking about. Yarmouth. And him being hired as anything short of playing the race card and threatening a law suit is a compliment to him. The guy is totally useless."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Somebody named Shadow."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "That pedophile?! I’ve beaten him I don’t even know how many times. If he spent more time focusing on me, the real threat in this business, instead of my breasts or his teenybopper obsession’s, wondering why her breasts haven’t grown in yet despite the fact that she’s prepubescent, he might actually be worth somebody’s time. So far, that team’s all size, and none of it reflects in those roidrager’s pants."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Assassin is on the other team."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "I can’t even begin to pretend that I know who that is. Or that I care about learning who that is."

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Then there’s Benny Horrowitz."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "He’s Asian. That immediately makes him unworthy of my time. The only other Asian in this company is an overrated squirrel. He’ll never been as obscenely overrated as she is. For some reason, people pretend to care about her. I guess its cause she sucks dick after every show? Happy ending!"

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "And finally, Young Mannie."

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "With the exception of Anonymous, erm, I mean, Assassin, I have beaten everyone on that team. And you know what’s going to happen? I’m going to have to go out there and carry that team on my back, especially that useless bastard Michael Lively. Personal Jesus my ass. He couldn’t beat me until I gave him a win by walking out of that match, then by Harris slamming a door on my head. He’s useless unless someone takes his hand and guides him through to a win. It’s pathetic! I better get to putting a heating pad on my back. After all, with carrying my team, especially with a fat fucker like Stefan Raab on my team, I’m going to need all of the strength I can get to let him ride my coattails. "

ROSALITAMARINARIVERA[/b] -- drugged up mommy.[/color] "Goodbye, honey. Remember, I’m a phone call away if you need anything. Like, support, or a pep talk, or bail money ..."

ღ Rolling her eyes, Carmen hung up the phone, slowly picking herself up. She felt like she’d been punched in the stomach, forced to endure yet another week on Meltdown where she felt that her talents truly could not be appreciated. Another main event, much like the rest of her career had been there, another week of being held to Meltdown as the only reason that the show still had a pulse. As she pulled herself up, she saw that Jayden had finally started to stir. He looked at Carmen, with wide, brown eyes locked on her own brown eyes.

JAYDENMICHAELHARRIS[/b] -- chicago's son.[/color] "Mom, can we go get some breakfast?"

ღ It wasn’t hard to brainwash a child. And after spending a week with her, Jayden was likely starting to believe that Carmen was a maternal figure of sorts. Poor child. Carmen was tempted to correct him, but the idea of torturing Michael Harris by turning the one person he ever cared about against him was too good to let go.

CARMENMARIARIVERA[/b] -- queen of north america.[/color] "We sure can. Just remember, you gotta put on your little poncho. Just like Michael Jackson’s kid, okay Blanket?"

ღ He nodded, sliding a hoodie on and putting the hood up, so that it would hide his face. Of course, he didn’t know what this was for. Carmen allowed his hand to go into hers, leading him out the door after she put her hair under a cap and hid her voluptuous curves with an oversized hoodie herself. This scene faded to black.
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notes: stayed up til after 3:30 writing this. lol not a good thing on a work night, but i digress. bed time.