Post by Arcadia on Apr 5, 2008 0:10:19 GMT -4
(Ring, ring)
“Hey, it’s Kat. Katrina Olivetti. It’s Arcadia!” The curvaceous blonde on the phone paused for a moment, listening to the response of the person on the other end. A scratchy voice could be heard in the background, coming over the PA system announcing incoming arrivals and departures along with corresponding gates. The masked woman put a hand up to her ear to block out the background noise while she spoke.
“Si, I’m in JFK at the baggage claim. Donde estas?” Katrina’s full lips formed into a frown as she looked up at the signs on the ceiling mapping out the airport.
“Okay, hasta.” Katrina hung up the cell phone and put her bags on the floor. She ignored the strange looks she was receiving from passers-by. She remembered the reactions she had received from many tourists, asking her to pose for pictures with her, loving the way Katrina was “such a wonderful part of the native culture!” Well, here, Kat was the tourist. Regardless of the fact that she was born not a stone’s throw away, she had no memories of living in the United States.
Katrina continued to search the crowd for a familiar face. There were so many people she couldn’t begin to try and pick someone out, especially at her height. Just as Kat started contemplating standing on a chair, the mob of people started splitting down the middle, drawn apart by some godly force as if like the Red Sea parting for Moses.
That godly force was soon made apparent as a 6’2” tall man walked down the center of the rift. He had brown hair and eyes, and wore combat boots, jeans, and a gorgeous hand tooled Corinthian leather jacket. He turned around to check out a plump ass that just walked past, and Katrina saw the green Monster “M” logo seemingly clawed into the back of the jacket. As the chiseled man made his way towards her she could hear his dog tags clinking with every step he took.
Katrina picked up her bags and craned her neck back to look at the man in the eyes.
“Sgt. Kenny Lambardo?”
The Sarge struck the “I am God” pose and Katrina new she had the right man. “Three years has done a lot to you,” Kat stated, perusing the Kaotic One with an analytical eye. “That scar on your cheek is new, isn’t it?” She nods her head, indicating the K on the Ego-Crusher’s face. “K for Kaos?” she asks the man who brought her back to America.
“He looks at the ceiling and then back down at Katrina. He gives her his trademark grin and says, “Yeah, something like that. You’ve changed a bit too. Grew up?”
“I’m eighteen now.”
“Legal is a beautiful thing.” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo responds to Katrina, grinning again.
They start making their way through the airport to the parking lot. Kenny starts talking about his recent winning match and spectacular defense of the APW World Heavyweight Championship title belt. Katrina has started doing a small half-jog to keep up with his long strides. Just as Kenny starts to describe how both he and Hurricane Jeff went through a table, his monologue is interrupted by a small voice.
“Excuse me?” Katrina and Kenny look down to see a young boy, maybe 10 years old. He is looking at Kenny with the adoring eyes of the faithful. “Sergeant Kenny Lambardo? Could I have your autograph?” The boy holds out a notebook and a pencil, the presence of his idol causing his hands to shake. Kenny looks down at the child, not comprehending that someone actually got in the way of his path.
“Look kid,” he says impatiently, “I’m in the middle of business here. I got people to do and things to see. I don’t got the time to sign your notebook, or take a picture, or hear about my match that you loved, well, I always have time to hear about how awesome I am, but that is besides the point. Sorry, kid. Try E-bay.”
The Sergeant brushes the stricken boy aside, walking on, leaving a stunned Katrina in his wake. She hurries to catch up with him, taking a last look back at Kenny’s rejected worshipper. The boy had his head hung to the floor, and sniffled quietly, trying to hide his tears like all boys do. Katrina caught up to the reigning APW World Heavyweight Champion and looked at him with a new eye.
“America is very different from Mexico I can see.” Katrina says to Kenny.
“How’s that?” Kaos asks her, exiting the airport. A limousine pulls up next to them. The hood ornament is different from any ever seen. It is the Monster “M” logo.
“Well, in Mexico, our fans are our hearts. We live because of them, we die without them.” Katrina says matter-of-factly, and steps into Kenny’s limo. Kenny pauses and shakes his head at Katrina’s comment. He gets into the vehicle and the driver pulls away, bringing Katrina one step closer to the fame and glory she desires.
“Hey, it’s Kat. Katrina Olivetti. It’s Arcadia!” The curvaceous blonde on the phone paused for a moment, listening to the response of the person on the other end. A scratchy voice could be heard in the background, coming over the PA system announcing incoming arrivals and departures along with corresponding gates. The masked woman put a hand up to her ear to block out the background noise while she spoke.
“Si, I’m in JFK at the baggage claim. Donde estas?” Katrina’s full lips formed into a frown as she looked up at the signs on the ceiling mapping out the airport.
“Okay, hasta.” Katrina hung up the cell phone and put her bags on the floor. She ignored the strange looks she was receiving from passers-by. She remembered the reactions she had received from many tourists, asking her to pose for pictures with her, loving the way Katrina was “such a wonderful part of the native culture!” Well, here, Kat was the tourist. Regardless of the fact that she was born not a stone’s throw away, she had no memories of living in the United States.
Katrina continued to search the crowd for a familiar face. There were so many people she couldn’t begin to try and pick someone out, especially at her height. Just as Kat started contemplating standing on a chair, the mob of people started splitting down the middle, drawn apart by some godly force as if like the Red Sea parting for Moses.
That godly force was soon made apparent as a 6’2” tall man walked down the center of the rift. He had brown hair and eyes, and wore combat boots, jeans, and a gorgeous hand tooled Corinthian leather jacket. He turned around to check out a plump ass that just walked past, and Katrina saw the green Monster “M” logo seemingly clawed into the back of the jacket. As the chiseled man made his way towards her she could hear his dog tags clinking with every step he took.
Katrina picked up her bags and craned her neck back to look at the man in the eyes.
“Sgt. Kenny Lambardo?”
The Sarge struck the “I am God” pose and Katrina new she had the right man. “Three years has done a lot to you,” Kat stated, perusing the Kaotic One with an analytical eye. “That scar on your cheek is new, isn’t it?” She nods her head, indicating the K on the Ego-Crusher’s face. “K for Kaos?” she asks the man who brought her back to America.
“He looks at the ceiling and then back down at Katrina. He gives her his trademark grin and says, “Yeah, something like that. You’ve changed a bit too. Grew up?”
“I’m eighteen now.”
“Legal is a beautiful thing.” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo responds to Katrina, grinning again.
They start making their way through the airport to the parking lot. Kenny starts talking about his recent winning match and spectacular defense of the APW World Heavyweight Championship title belt. Katrina has started doing a small half-jog to keep up with his long strides. Just as Kenny starts to describe how both he and Hurricane Jeff went through a table, his monologue is interrupted by a small voice.
“Excuse me?” Katrina and Kenny look down to see a young boy, maybe 10 years old. He is looking at Kenny with the adoring eyes of the faithful. “Sergeant Kenny Lambardo? Could I have your autograph?” The boy holds out a notebook and a pencil, the presence of his idol causing his hands to shake. Kenny looks down at the child, not comprehending that someone actually got in the way of his path.
“Look kid,” he says impatiently, “I’m in the middle of business here. I got people to do and things to see. I don’t got the time to sign your notebook, or take a picture, or hear about my match that you loved, well, I always have time to hear about how awesome I am, but that is besides the point. Sorry, kid. Try E-bay.”
The Sergeant brushes the stricken boy aside, walking on, leaving a stunned Katrina in his wake. She hurries to catch up with him, taking a last look back at Kenny’s rejected worshipper. The boy had his head hung to the floor, and sniffled quietly, trying to hide his tears like all boys do. Katrina caught up to the reigning APW World Heavyweight Champion and looked at him with a new eye.
“America is very different from Mexico I can see.” Katrina says to Kenny.
“How’s that?” Kaos asks her, exiting the airport. A limousine pulls up next to them. The hood ornament is different from any ever seen. It is the Monster “M” logo.
“Well, in Mexico, our fans are our hearts. We live because of them, we die without them.” Katrina says matter-of-factly, and steps into Kenny’s limo. Kenny pauses and shakes his head at Katrina’s comment. He gets into the vehicle and the driver pulls away, bringing Katrina one step closer to the fame and glory she desires.
