Post by hxcprincess on Aug 18, 2008 22:31:48 GMT -4
Kristina was walking downtown to a small back-alley convenience store. It was hardly unusual, she rarely behaved like a celebrity. In the parking lot were two parked bikers. They looked moderately tough, but she'd beaten tougher.
"Hey sweetheart!" One of them yelled. "Wanna get some power between your legs?!" It was no wonder he yelled to her. Her delicious body was of course barely covered by a loud red skirt and a black sheer tank top. Her long hair was up in pig-tails---Oh God. But although we can't blame him for his actions---Kristina sure can.
"I sure do, big boy." She called out as she headed towards them. When she finally got face to face, one of them had a shocking realization.
"Wait, aren't you..." He had no chance to guess for Kristina's kick to his head took him straight off his bike to the ground. In the same soft movement her knee was on the back of his head and her knife was to his friends throat.
"Kristina Blackwell," she said. "Nice to meet you." The rush actually made her giggle. "Now, you boys happen to catch me on my way to rob this place." She wasn't, but it would help her case. "But I think I'll take you two instead. I think I fancy your bike big boy. Put some real power between my legs.
"Why would you need to rob this place?" Her new friend stammered into the pavement.
"For fun." She responded simply.
This time her victims less endangered accompliss spoke. "You can't take the both of us, little girl." His confidence was obviously forced.
But Kristina had an answer for that. "Oh don't you worry, I sure could sweetheart. But what, did you think my brothers weren't watching us, ready like a raptor attack if you try anything?" Her brothers were no where near, but she didn't need them to be.
"She's bluffing!" Yelled the man face down in the dirt.
"Oh yeah? Call me on it, stud." She winked at the man standing as the gears turned behind his eyes.
"Fine, take my bike," He said. "You can have it."
"Oh..."she said, twirling her knife at his neck. "But I'd just feel so bad taking it...unless you wanted me to have it." Her smile was so satisfied.
"But his voice was shaking. "Please, I want you to have it." His shaky hand pulled out a key and slid it onto the tip of her knife.
"Good boy," she said, letting up off her friend. "Now heel. Stay." And with that she swung a leg over and almost immediately peeled out of the lot before he could come to a standing position.
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When she arrived at the arena parking lot, Tony was standing outside waiting. "What the hell....Kristina. Where did you get that?" He was concerned, knowing his sister he probably already knew how she got it.
"Someone gave it to me." Well, I suppose she's not really lying to him...She shut off the machine and started walking towards this entrance.
"Yeah, sure. Kris, you stole it, didn't you?"
"No, I swear, he wanted me to have it." Again...she's not really lying. "Now come on, I feel inspired." She walked inside, Tony just behind her.
We get a picture inside the arena itself, silent for only a moment before Kristina came bursting through the curtains to the ramp. She didn't perform her usual flirtations as normal, disappointing the boys waiting at the gates reaching for a kiss. When she got to the ring it was all business.
She started out with a war cry into the microphone that reminded us of Xena, Warrior Princess. "How do you feel tonight?" The crowd errupted into a scream. "Because I feel like showing some little boy what it means to hit puberty!" Her fans yelled in aggreement, blood-thirsty as she was. "So let's tear him apart shall we? Streets Wilson? Is that it?" She laughed, mocking his name as she said it. "So you had your goonies look shit up on me? what did you find out? Did you like it? Do you sleep with it under your pillow? Let me guess. You found out that I've beaten guys your size and bigger while I was hopped up on acid? Or let me guess, you found out that my brothers and I are the deadliest family in wrestling, or elsewhere? Maybe you found out that I sent a bitch to an insane assylum for the sheer fun of it! I don't give a crap because while you were looking up information and complaining that you were matched up with a..."girl"..." She mocked his use of the universal hand and voice for quotation marks, usually marking sarcasm. "I was busy practicing all the different ways I will make you cry, like the "girl" that you are. This guy goes rambling on about how he doesn't respect wrestlers babbling about their sob story....and then what does he do folks? He tells a sob story." The crowd yelled with laughter at this irony. "Guess what Willy? I don't give a rats ass that your parents were murdered in front of you." The audience boo'd. "I don't care that you murdered some common criminal. You wanna talk about cliche's? Want me to count how many times some guy has complained about how "women" don't belong in wrestling? Want me to count how many of those guys were soon driven out of the business by me???" She laughed and the audience laughed with her. "Stop hiding behind your "rugged good looks" and grow a pair. Or else get the fuck out of my federation. Speaking of which, I gotta say I'll sleep with damn near everything...but not you sugar. The only moves I'll be putting on you will be putting you to sleep. But then you can always dream about making it with a girl that looks like me!" She giggled, satisfied as the audience laughed and cheered at her finess. "So, Willy, after I kick your ass you can sit home for as long as you want to cry about your dead parents, your dead self-esteem and your dead career. Either way, those are two things no one but you will ever ever care about." She let out a 'phew' and wiped her forehead with a sarcastic smile. "You obviously don't understand what you've "gotten yourself into" by coming here. So I suggest you take your beating like a good little girl and then either shape up or ship out." Then she mocked his tough guy Italians with a phony accent. "Cause this ain't the mafia, you ain't pullin the strings but I sure will call waste management on your ass." The crowd laughed again as she brought her middle finger up to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip before dropping the mic and jumping out of the ring.
"Hey sweetheart!" One of them yelled. "Wanna get some power between your legs?!" It was no wonder he yelled to her. Her delicious body was of course barely covered by a loud red skirt and a black sheer tank top. Her long hair was up in pig-tails---Oh God. But although we can't blame him for his actions---Kristina sure can.
"I sure do, big boy." She called out as she headed towards them. When she finally got face to face, one of them had a shocking realization.
"Wait, aren't you..." He had no chance to guess for Kristina's kick to his head took him straight off his bike to the ground. In the same soft movement her knee was on the back of his head and her knife was to his friends throat.
"Kristina Blackwell," she said. "Nice to meet you." The rush actually made her giggle. "Now, you boys happen to catch me on my way to rob this place." She wasn't, but it would help her case. "But I think I'll take you two instead. I think I fancy your bike big boy. Put some real power between my legs.
"Why would you need to rob this place?" Her new friend stammered into the pavement.
"For fun." She responded simply.
This time her victims less endangered accompliss spoke. "You can't take the both of us, little girl." His confidence was obviously forced.
But Kristina had an answer for that. "Oh don't you worry, I sure could sweetheart. But what, did you think my brothers weren't watching us, ready like a raptor attack if you try anything?" Her brothers were no where near, but she didn't need them to be.
"She's bluffing!" Yelled the man face down in the dirt.
"Oh yeah? Call me on it, stud." She winked at the man standing as the gears turned behind his eyes.
"Fine, take my bike," He said. "You can have it."
"Oh..."she said, twirling her knife at his neck. "But I'd just feel so bad taking it...unless you wanted me to have it." Her smile was so satisfied.
"But his voice was shaking. "Please, I want you to have it." His shaky hand pulled out a key and slid it onto the tip of her knife.
"Good boy," she said, letting up off her friend. "Now heel. Stay." And with that she swung a leg over and almost immediately peeled out of the lot before he could come to a standing position.
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When she arrived at the arena parking lot, Tony was standing outside waiting. "What the hell....Kristina. Where did you get that?" He was concerned, knowing his sister he probably already knew how she got it.
"Someone gave it to me." Well, I suppose she's not really lying to him...She shut off the machine and started walking towards this entrance.
"Yeah, sure. Kris, you stole it, didn't you?"
"No, I swear, he wanted me to have it." Again...she's not really lying. "Now come on, I feel inspired." She walked inside, Tony just behind her.
We get a picture inside the arena itself, silent for only a moment before Kristina came bursting through the curtains to the ramp. She didn't perform her usual flirtations as normal, disappointing the boys waiting at the gates reaching for a kiss. When she got to the ring it was all business.
She started out with a war cry into the microphone that reminded us of Xena, Warrior Princess. "How do you feel tonight?" The crowd errupted into a scream. "Because I feel like showing some little boy what it means to hit puberty!" Her fans yelled in aggreement, blood-thirsty as she was. "So let's tear him apart shall we? Streets Wilson? Is that it?" She laughed, mocking his name as she said it. "So you had your goonies look shit up on me? what did you find out? Did you like it? Do you sleep with it under your pillow? Let me guess. You found out that I've beaten guys your size and bigger while I was hopped up on acid? Or let me guess, you found out that my brothers and I are the deadliest family in wrestling, or elsewhere? Maybe you found out that I sent a bitch to an insane assylum for the sheer fun of it! I don't give a crap because while you were looking up information and complaining that you were matched up with a..."girl"..." She mocked his use of the universal hand and voice for quotation marks, usually marking sarcasm. "I was busy practicing all the different ways I will make you cry, like the "girl" that you are. This guy goes rambling on about how he doesn't respect wrestlers babbling about their sob story....and then what does he do folks? He tells a sob story." The crowd yelled with laughter at this irony. "Guess what Willy? I don't give a rats ass that your parents were murdered in front of you." The audience boo'd. "I don't care that you murdered some common criminal. You wanna talk about cliche's? Want me to count how many times some guy has complained about how "women" don't belong in wrestling? Want me to count how many of those guys were soon driven out of the business by me???" She laughed and the audience laughed with her. "Stop hiding behind your "rugged good looks" and grow a pair. Or else get the fuck out of my federation. Speaking of which, I gotta say I'll sleep with damn near everything...but not you sugar. The only moves I'll be putting on you will be putting you to sleep. But then you can always dream about making it with a girl that looks like me!" She giggled, satisfied as the audience laughed and cheered at her finess. "So, Willy, after I kick your ass you can sit home for as long as you want to cry about your dead parents, your dead self-esteem and your dead career. Either way, those are two things no one but you will ever ever care about." She let out a 'phew' and wiped her forehead with a sarcastic smile. "You obviously don't understand what you've "gotten yourself into" by coming here. So I suggest you take your beating like a good little girl and then either shape up or ship out." Then she mocked his tough guy Italians with a phony accent. "Cause this ain't the mafia, you ain't pullin the strings but I sure will call waste management on your ass." The crowd laughed again as she brought her middle finger up to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip before dropping the mic and jumping out of the ring.
