Post by hxcprincess on Jul 30, 2008 10:33:18 GMT -4
From outside the door we can hear the pounding of her fists against the heavy bag in a steady rhythm with her steps. It's muffled to a near silence until on the other side of the door when it becomes a loud thunder.
ONE TWO...step step, step step...ONE TWO...step step, step step
A few weeks time had faded the scars and bruises Spirit Tara Jacobs
had left on her face. They should have been gone by now but she didn't take care of them well. She thought the scars were strong and sexy, and she was right. There's nothing more irresistable than the power of a dangerous woman wrapping you ever so tightly around her finger.
ONE TWO...step step, step step...ONE TWO...step step, step step
Her eyes were closed, showing the entire length of the old scar that traveled accross her left eye. That was her favorite. She didn't need to see, her feet followed a perfect pathway around the hanging bag even when she threw her head backwards and laughed, still punching.
ONE TWO...step step, step step...ONE TWO...step step, step step
Allow me to explain. You see, not long before this our gal friday was buying some of her regular drugs from a new dealer in the area. The guy tried, unfortunately for him, to screw her out of some money. Well, long story short, our leading lady ended up with all her money and twice the drugs she was paying for in the first place. And the first to slide down her throat were two white shiny pills with smiley faces on the front. They call it extacy because that's how it makes you feel.
ONE TWO...step step, step step...ONE TWO...step step, step step
As she brought her head back up straight ahead her eyes opened to reveal the beautifully piercing blue color that warned all who dared to speak to her that they were dealing with a Blackwell. Her deep, red, imperfect lips were smiling so hard they had to open as she put down her bare, bleeding fists and looked at the punching bag as if it itself were an opponent. She reached up to the zipper at the top of the bag and opened it slowly, pulling it down. Once it was exposed, all it took was one strong kick from those powerhouse thighs to get the drug dealer to thump from the bag down to the floor. Anyone would agree that her duct taping skills were elementary at best as most of his tapings came lose as he hit the ground, eyes wet and red like a toddler with a broken toy.
She crouched down to his level and whispered to him. "Honey." God, damnit she had the voice of an angel that smoked 2 packs a day. "You'd better get out of here. There's a few kilo's in your trunk and I called the cops about 15 minutes ago." She patted him on the head and his eyes went wide like he just hit somethin' wicked off a pipe. No more than a few seconds went by before he stumbled to his feet and hobbled out the door whimpering. Kristina wasn't phased, most men who left her bedroom left the very same way: duct taped, crying and limping in a hurry.
Feeling much better, she unzipped and removed her black hoodie to reveal a black tank top that looked more like lingerie than a shirt that didn't quite reach the waist line of her leather pants, showing just enough of her milk-white stomach to drive a man crazy. She picked up a rubber band and grabbed all of her long, black (now with a dash of pink) hair, twisting it up into a messy pony tail and revealing the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was just a K written in caligraphy. There was a scar over it though, making it look like someone had crossed it out. There was rumor over what the K stood for. Whether she was that self centered that it stood for her own name, or what many believe, that it stood for Kenny and the scar was her own sick work after the deterioration of their hollow relationship. But Kristina wasn't one for sharing, now was she?
What was that?
A knock, on her door? The police, probably. Oh well.
But no, it was Phil. Microphone in hand, camera man in step to follow. How boring. Phil looked, well, sad. What a shame. Kristina just laughed and sat down in a chair, straddling it backwards and grinned. "Let's do this Phil boy."
He cleared his throat and looked at her with cold eyes. "Kristina Blackwell, your return to APW has been anticipated for some time now, what has taken you so long since your leave of absence last?"
"Well Phil. I'm sure you noticed I wasn't..." she ran her hand down her leather covered thigh. "myself...the last time I was here.." She laughed again, this time it was more of a giggle. "That clown Damien Darko got the best of me I guess! The last thing I remember is being stuck between him and my only family and then POOF!" She threw her hands up over her head. "I'm in a shopping mall, sober." She shivered and brought her hands up to her face in a surprisingly sexual way, then she paused and ran a finger across her lips. "Oh but don't worry, I'm back."
Phil had to clear his throat again. "That's great, really. Now last time you were seen you got into an altercation with Spirit Tara Jacobs. You even appeared in the ring calling her out. Does that declaration you made still stand? Are you still coming after Spirit?"
Kristina pulled a long, thin cigarette out of her lace-covered cleavage and brought it to her lips. She stood up from her chair, kicking one leg over the seat back and went over to the spot where she flung her hoodie, retrieving from it a zippo lighter. She only seemed to shake her hand a bit before the flame was ignited and her cigarette was smoking. "Ooo, what a tantalizing idea that is. After all, she's in a delicate place right now isn't she? Her best friend just died. Her only friend really. What a shame, that pretty little Diana Steel." She was nearing closer to Phil and his eyes got a little more stern. "She was finally coming together after her vacation in the loony bin it looks like." She took a drag in from her cigarette. "And it all just went up in smoke." She exhalled right into Phil's face.
"Careful Kristina." His warning was simple, but that got her going and her smile spread so wide it made her eyes look bigger.
"Of course Phil, it's a dangerous subject, the loss of a loved one. Isn't it? But I know these people. All of them. With the news that just came out, about her and Kenny's son? They were all judging her, whether they admit it now or not. Even Spirit, I'm sure. And I know Kenny, I know him too well. He was about three minutes from blowing up and turning on her completely for her betrayal. But the tragedy happened before he could get angry enough. Figures, that's what happens when you love someone conditionally." She winked and took another drag of her skinny cigarette. “Diana’s lucky if you ask me, she would have ended up offing herself anyway.”
"I'm serious Kristina, I won't stand for it, not on my time. Kenny won't stand for it either."
She laughed again, a little extra smoke escaping her mouth. "Well that doesn't surprise me, Phil. When I'm around, Kenny never does a whole lot of...standing...at all." She smirked. "Anyway, I'm sorry? Did I digress? How rude of me." She found her place back in her chair. "Spirit Tara Jacobs wants me, and I want spirit Tara Jacobs. Go nuts with that, but I put my mind to it and I'm not going to stop until I bring her to the mat."
"Ahah. Well, you heard it here, straight from the...straight from Kristina's mouth. She's back and she's coming for Spirit. Things are definitely going to stay interesting around here, aren't they?"
Kristina stopped paying attention as soon as she was done talking and it was apparent that she had no idea what Phil was saying since her head was tilted back, her mouth was open and she was putting out her cigarette on her tongue. "Tickles!"
"Well, this place has a lot of adjusting to do, that's for sure." Phil's humor was extremely dry as he set down his microphone and turned to leave the room. His camera man wasn't so lucky as Kristina came up behind him in the doorway. She wrapped her arms around his waist and slid her hands slowly down his chest.
"Wanna stick around? That camera could make for some interesting times, might make you a couple bucks too." He was shaking visibly as Phil turned around to see what was happening. Phil to the rescue as he grabbed the camera from the man's hands and then grabbed him by the shivering arm to get him away.
"It's okay," Phil consoled his partner. "You resisted better than most."
Kristina leaned back against the frame of the door and lifted her hands up over her head, and she laughed. She laughed, and continued to laugh as Phil and his friend continued to leave down the hall and the sound slowly faded.
