Post by stormfront on Nov 11, 2012 19:32:48 GMT -4
The darkness of the room is suddenly interrupted when a dim shadow of a hand reaches up and grabs the fabric of the curtains and violently yanks them aside. The nuclear glow of the hot yellow sun rays blast through the window, cutting the darkness like a burning blade. The rays land across the room over the face of a beautiful young woman, hair disheveled, laying fast asleep in bed. As the radiant yellow hits her face, she instantly pulls the covers up over her. But a shrill voice rings out, not allowing her to bask in the glory of sleep any longer.
“WAKE UP!”
The voice belongs to a tall and skinny blonde woman with very distinguished facial features who is fully dressed in a navy blue workout suit. The muffled voice under the blankets answers back.
“GO AWAY!”
“Aww, what‘s wrong princess Amber? The price of pounding shot after shot with every greasy dirt bag willing to buy you another finally catching up to you?”
“Thank God that fun police woman Sophie has come around to pull the stick out of her ass and beat me to death with her epic nagging.”
Sophie scowls at her sister before reaching down and grabbing the covers and yanking them off hard. Her face turns to one of horror as a but too much skin is shown and she quickly turns her back revealing her beat red face.
“Seriously? Is it in the slut handbook or something that says you‘re REQUIRED to sleep completely naked?”
Amber smiles and stands up in bed, her body barely covered from view by Sophie.
“Quit being such a prude! I like the feel of the sheets on my body. That and you‘ll never know when I get a special visitor in the middle of the night. ”
She pulls a shirt over her head and turns back around to face Sophie. Her hand goes strait to her head as she tries to rub away the hangover.
“I made you some coffee, figured you‘d be needing it.”
Amber makes her way to the kitchen and picks up the large “bowl” of coffee poured for her. She hovers over it as she tries to piece together the events of the previous evening.
“What the hell happened last night?”
“The same thing that happens way too often. You got drunk, made a fool of yourself, and left me to clean up the mess.”
“Yeah? Nobody asked you to watch after me!”
“Mom did. And you‘ve turned it into one hell of a chore.”
Amber just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“Save me the lecture alright, I was just having a little bit of fun.”
“Fun? You call that fun? Wow, you‘ve really fucking lost your mind haven‘t you?”
Sophie scoffs and begins to walk away from her sister when Amber stops her.
“What crawled up your ass and died all of a sudden? Seriously, what‘s your problem?”
Sophie turns with a stare that could burn down a building.
“What‘s my problem? We‘ve been busting our asses to break into the big time, and now that APW has come calling, I don‘t want to waste our big shot because my little sister couldn‘t stay sober for one fucking night! Do you really want to go back to wrestling for shithole federations that parade us around in skimpy little outfits like overpriced strippers?”
Amber smiles obviously reliving a couple good memories.
“Well, it wasn‘t all bad….”
“Fine, do you want to go back to fighting in the wal-mart parking lot in front of 15 people for gas money? Do you want to continue to be the greatest tag team to NEVER have been heard from, continue living week to week wondering where our next meal will come from, which crappy motel we‘re going to stay in?”
Amber is silent now, obviously re-living some not so pleasant memories.
“Better yet, do you want to call uncle Alexander back and beg him to help us out again?”
Amber visibly shivers now at the memory of her unscrupulous Uncle who made it his life’s mission to take advantage of his nieces.
“Of course not! I will never EVER go back to that bastard!”
There is an uncomfortable moment of silence as Sophie realizes that she may have pushed too hard. She sighs and lets up a bit.
“Look, APW came looking for us, not the other way around. The obviously saw something big in us, saw a reason to graduate us to the main stage! And you know this has been my dream since….”
She pauses her statement and both her and Sophie share a telling look.
“I know, and it‘s been mine too. That‘s why I don‘t want to blow it. And it‘s not like APW is bringing us in softly either. They‘re throwing us right into the lambs with a shot at the APW Tag Team Championship!”
“A title match off the rip?”
“Not quite… more like a tournament! The winners face the Champs!”
Amber smiles now and lets her mind drift to all the amenities a championship reign could afford.
“We‘re really doing this aren‘t we? After all this time of slumming it, and busting our asses without getting a lick of recognition, we‘re finally going for it!”
“You‘re damn right we are, and we‘re not about to stop until we get there. After all we‘ve been through, we owe it to ourselves to give it everything we’ve got and not back down for one second!”
Sophie smiles and looks at Amber who returns the sentiment. Amber stands up and finishes off her coffee before slapping her sister on the shoulder.
“Come on, we‘ve got work to do!”
Amber brushes past her and heads towards the door. Sophie rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Are you forgetting something?”
“Like what?”
“I don‘t know, like maybe putting some pants on?”
Amber just smiles and shrugs as the scene fades to black.
The scene fades in much later in Harrisburg Pennsylvania at the top of a large building overlooking the historical district of town. The sky is dark as the clouds roll in and one huge streak of lightning flashes from the sky as the wind picks up considerably. The thunder cracks as we see Amber and Sophie Storm standing at the edge of the building. The wind blows through their hair as the rain begins to fall, but their faces stay stoic through it all.
“Action Packed Wrestling, it is my pleasure to bring you this weather advisory tonight. As you can see, there are dastardly conditions blowing about, and things are beginning to look dire. A storm is coming to APW, one severe in nature and impossible to stop!”
“If you are one of the unfortunate souls to be caught in the path of the storm, you should seek shelter immediately. This storm brings desperation and despair with it, with the slight chance of rethinking all of the abysmal decisions you‘ve made in your life.”
“And it seems that Mr. Duvall has wasted NO time in throwing us right in the fire against one of the premiere tag teams of APW, M&M. Now, let me just say before I begin that Aubrey J. Parker, you are a bit of a hero of mine. You rose up the ranks on meltdown to claim the NA title against all odds, and for that I praise you. In fact, I consider it an honor to step in the ring with you this week, as well as the Number 1 contender to your title. I can‘t wait till we clash head on!”
Amber gives her a weird look and rolls her eyes.
“You want me to leave so you can orally please our opponents in privacy?”
Sophie Scoffs and Amber just turns back to the camera.
“Sure, that‘s a HUGE accomplishment, winning the North American championship and there‘s no denying the accomplishments the two of you have garnered in the tag team ranks. But If you think I‘m going to stand here and bow down to the fairly odd couple, then you‘ve got another thing coming.
You see guys, we‘re here to make a name for ourselves, to prove that we belong in the big time. And what better way than to upset the pair who have already been prematurely named the winners of this damned tournament. Do you expect us to lay down and clear your path toward glory? Do you expect us to just accept our pathetic fates and become your welcome mats? If so, then you‘re a hell of a lot stupider than you look.
I plan on making this place my own personal playground and run one hell of a muck in and out of that ring. With that said, if the two of you want to engage in a little kinky action….I‘ll be sure to grab a bottle of tequilla. Once I‘m done announcing my entry by making the two of you look like sonny and cher the LATER years, we can have a real party.”
She winks at the camera and laughs before Sophie rolls her eyes and interrupts.
“The winds of change are coming to APW, and we‘re riding those waves like we‘ve got nothing to lose. You see, we‘ve clawed and scratched our way here, suffering through every depressing situation your pretty little heads can fathom. I‘m hell bent on making sure my tenure here starts off with one hell of a bang!
Overlook us if you want, but that‘ll be your FIRST mistake! We are destined for greatness, and there‘s not a damn thing you can do about it. Win or lose, we‘ll make an impact that few will ever forget!
Foul climate is coming APW….”
“Can you weather the Storm?”
The storm rages on behind them as the scene fades to black.
“WAKE UP!”
The voice belongs to a tall and skinny blonde woman with very distinguished facial features who is fully dressed in a navy blue workout suit. The muffled voice under the blankets answers back.
“GO AWAY!”
“Aww, what‘s wrong princess Amber? The price of pounding shot after shot with every greasy dirt bag willing to buy you another finally catching up to you?”
“Thank God that fun police woman Sophie has come around to pull the stick out of her ass and beat me to death with her epic nagging.”
Sophie scowls at her sister before reaching down and grabbing the covers and yanking them off hard. Her face turns to one of horror as a but too much skin is shown and she quickly turns her back revealing her beat red face.
“Seriously? Is it in the slut handbook or something that says you‘re REQUIRED to sleep completely naked?”
Amber smiles and stands up in bed, her body barely covered from view by Sophie.
“Quit being such a prude! I like the feel of the sheets on my body. That and you‘ll never know when I get a special visitor in the middle of the night. ”
She pulls a shirt over her head and turns back around to face Sophie. Her hand goes strait to her head as she tries to rub away the hangover.
“I made you some coffee, figured you‘d be needing it.”
Amber makes her way to the kitchen and picks up the large “bowl” of coffee poured for her. She hovers over it as she tries to piece together the events of the previous evening.
“What the hell happened last night?”
“The same thing that happens way too often. You got drunk, made a fool of yourself, and left me to clean up the mess.”
“Yeah? Nobody asked you to watch after me!”
“Mom did. And you‘ve turned it into one hell of a chore.”
Amber just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“Save me the lecture alright, I was just having a little bit of fun.”
“Fun? You call that fun? Wow, you‘ve really fucking lost your mind haven‘t you?”
Sophie scoffs and begins to walk away from her sister when Amber stops her.
“What crawled up your ass and died all of a sudden? Seriously, what‘s your problem?”
Sophie turns with a stare that could burn down a building.
“What‘s my problem? We‘ve been busting our asses to break into the big time, and now that APW has come calling, I don‘t want to waste our big shot because my little sister couldn‘t stay sober for one fucking night! Do you really want to go back to wrestling for shithole federations that parade us around in skimpy little outfits like overpriced strippers?”
Amber smiles obviously reliving a couple good memories.
“Well, it wasn‘t all bad….”
“Fine, do you want to go back to fighting in the wal-mart parking lot in front of 15 people for gas money? Do you want to continue to be the greatest tag team to NEVER have been heard from, continue living week to week wondering where our next meal will come from, which crappy motel we‘re going to stay in?”
Amber is silent now, obviously re-living some not so pleasant memories.
“Better yet, do you want to call uncle Alexander back and beg him to help us out again?”
Amber visibly shivers now at the memory of her unscrupulous Uncle who made it his life’s mission to take advantage of his nieces.
“Of course not! I will never EVER go back to that bastard!”
There is an uncomfortable moment of silence as Sophie realizes that she may have pushed too hard. She sighs and lets up a bit.
“Look, APW came looking for us, not the other way around. The obviously saw something big in us, saw a reason to graduate us to the main stage! And you know this has been my dream since….”
She pauses her statement and both her and Sophie share a telling look.
“I know, and it‘s been mine too. That‘s why I don‘t want to blow it. And it‘s not like APW is bringing us in softly either. They‘re throwing us right into the lambs with a shot at the APW Tag Team Championship!”
“A title match off the rip?”
“Not quite… more like a tournament! The winners face the Champs!”
Amber smiles now and lets her mind drift to all the amenities a championship reign could afford.
“We‘re really doing this aren‘t we? After all this time of slumming it, and busting our asses without getting a lick of recognition, we‘re finally going for it!”
“You‘re damn right we are, and we‘re not about to stop until we get there. After all we‘ve been through, we owe it to ourselves to give it everything we’ve got and not back down for one second!”
Sophie smiles and looks at Amber who returns the sentiment. Amber stands up and finishes off her coffee before slapping her sister on the shoulder.
“Come on, we‘ve got work to do!”
Amber brushes past her and heads towards the door. Sophie rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Are you forgetting something?”
“Like what?”
“I don‘t know, like maybe putting some pants on?”
Amber just smiles and shrugs as the scene fades to black.
The scene fades in much later in Harrisburg Pennsylvania at the top of a large building overlooking the historical district of town. The sky is dark as the clouds roll in and one huge streak of lightning flashes from the sky as the wind picks up considerably. The thunder cracks as we see Amber and Sophie Storm standing at the edge of the building. The wind blows through their hair as the rain begins to fall, but their faces stay stoic through it all.
“Action Packed Wrestling, it is my pleasure to bring you this weather advisory tonight. As you can see, there are dastardly conditions blowing about, and things are beginning to look dire. A storm is coming to APW, one severe in nature and impossible to stop!”
“If you are one of the unfortunate souls to be caught in the path of the storm, you should seek shelter immediately. This storm brings desperation and despair with it, with the slight chance of rethinking all of the abysmal decisions you‘ve made in your life.”
“And it seems that Mr. Duvall has wasted NO time in throwing us right in the fire against one of the premiere tag teams of APW, M&M. Now, let me just say before I begin that Aubrey J. Parker, you are a bit of a hero of mine. You rose up the ranks on meltdown to claim the NA title against all odds, and for that I praise you. In fact, I consider it an honor to step in the ring with you this week, as well as the Number 1 contender to your title. I can‘t wait till we clash head on!”
Amber gives her a weird look and rolls her eyes.
“You want me to leave so you can orally please our opponents in privacy?”
Sophie Scoffs and Amber just turns back to the camera.
“Sure, that‘s a HUGE accomplishment, winning the North American championship and there‘s no denying the accomplishments the two of you have garnered in the tag team ranks. But If you think I‘m going to stand here and bow down to the fairly odd couple, then you‘ve got another thing coming.
You see guys, we‘re here to make a name for ourselves, to prove that we belong in the big time. And what better way than to upset the pair who have already been prematurely named the winners of this damned tournament. Do you expect us to lay down and clear your path toward glory? Do you expect us to just accept our pathetic fates and become your welcome mats? If so, then you‘re a hell of a lot stupider than you look.
I plan on making this place my own personal playground and run one hell of a muck in and out of that ring. With that said, if the two of you want to engage in a little kinky action….I‘ll be sure to grab a bottle of tequilla. Once I‘m done announcing my entry by making the two of you look like sonny and cher the LATER years, we can have a real party.”
She winks at the camera and laughs before Sophie rolls her eyes and interrupts.
“The winds of change are coming to APW, and we‘re riding those waves like we‘ve got nothing to lose. You see, we‘ve clawed and scratched our way here, suffering through every depressing situation your pretty little heads can fathom. I‘m hell bent on making sure my tenure here starts off with one hell of a bang!
Overlook us if you want, but that‘ll be your FIRST mistake! We are destined for greatness, and there‘s not a damn thing you can do about it. Win or lose, we‘ll make an impact that few will ever forget!
Foul climate is coming APW….”
“Can you weather the Storm?”
The storm rages on behind them as the scene fades to black.
