Post by Rachel on May 8, 2007 21:38:50 GMT -5
Young tree branches wave in the wind as if to say hello. Their leaves shake slowly, bobbing up and down up and down with their boughs. The sky overhead is a soft, clear blue. Large, puffy clouds are placed in various positions, as if painted their by a deft hand.
The vibrant green grass is filled with a cluster of gray headstones. Each is decorated with their own form of honorary detail. One large stone reads, "Here lies Thomas Shue. Beloved husband, father and son. A life taken so soon. Forever in our hearts." Another reads, "Layla Henderson. 1920 - 2000. Beloved by all who knew her."
Standing at the far left end, just underneath a large Grandfather Oak is The Queen of Confrontation. She is not donning her newly won championship. She is dressed in a white summer dress with red flowers and a pair of white heels. Her brown hair is done up in a neat bun, stray hairs blowing in the wind. Her face is solemn and contemplative. She is holding a bouquet of pink tulips in her hands.
A girl comes slowly behind her. She places her hand on Rachel's shoulder. She is much taller than Rachel, and has long red hair and deep green eyes. Rachel glances behind her at the girl.
Hey, Deed. Come to pay your respects?
You know I wouldn't miss this, Rach. Why are you here so early, the anniversary isn't for a few more days...
I'll be on the road, so I figured I'd just come today. Glad you got my message.
Just in time, actually. I was headed up to North Carolina to look at a horse.
Rachel smiles and looks fondly at the gravestone.
Mmm, He taught us well didn't he?
Pappy sure did. What would we have done without him?
Rachel sighs.
I don't think I'd be in the business I'm in if he would have lived longer...He never wanted this for me. Probably would have been running horses through your barn.
Nah, you'd still be doing this. And he'd understand. He'd tell you you were a dumbass and he'd probably tease you mercilessly, but he would have secretly been tuning into the shows.
Rachel laughs to herself and then places the tulips in front of the stone.
You were one of a kind, Pappy. My hero. I love you and miss you.
Danielle and Rachel turn away from the stone and begin to head to the parking lot.
You know, when you get tired of this, theres plenty of stalls at the farm.
Rachel shakes her head.
I'm not anywhere near letting go of this yet. I took a break for awhile. I ran the farm, barrel raced Hot Shot, jumped Sonny, and taught Rochelle to ride but I wanted to go back to the ring, Danielle. I wanted to feel the mat under my boots, the ropes against my back and the body-to-body impact. I wanted to hear the bell ring and the fans boo and cheer.
I saw that you've already gotten some gold.
Yeah, but its bittersweet. They look at me and they think I don't belong there. They shun me because I didn't build my career on tables, ladders and chairs. I have a match coming up against Corporal Punishment...The guys pretty damn good. But still, I'm going to show him, once again, that I am not a force to be reckoned with. I'm tired of being looked at like nothing more than a girl in a Gucci dress. The fans are on his side, finally showing him some respect, and that seems to be right up his Patriotic Alley. Well, that's not for me. That's not my thing. I don't need those people to respect me, or like me, or any of that B.S. The only thing that matters to me is slipping in between those ropes and showing them that I am capable of extreme. I'm going to level that man into the mat...And then I'm going to move onto the next man or woman and then the next...Until I take the XVI by storm.
Rachel and Danielle arrive at two seperate vehicles parked side by side. One is a black Nissan Altima and the other an F-350.
So, your vehicle or mine?
Ah, you've been dying to show me this Ford P.O.S. forever...Lets take it to get some lunch...
Ford P.O.S.? Like that Dodge in your driveway is worth the horseshit on my boot...
They climb into the truck, arguing all the way. The truck speeds off and hangs a left out of the parking lot.
The vibrant green grass is filled with a cluster of gray headstones. Each is decorated with their own form of honorary detail. One large stone reads, "Here lies Thomas Shue. Beloved husband, father and son. A life taken so soon. Forever in our hearts." Another reads, "Layla Henderson. 1920 - 2000. Beloved by all who knew her."
Standing at the far left end, just underneath a large Grandfather Oak is The Queen of Confrontation. She is not donning her newly won championship. She is dressed in a white summer dress with red flowers and a pair of white heels. Her brown hair is done up in a neat bun, stray hairs blowing in the wind. Her face is solemn and contemplative. She is holding a bouquet of pink tulips in her hands.
A girl comes slowly behind her. She places her hand on Rachel's shoulder. She is much taller than Rachel, and has long red hair and deep green eyes. Rachel glances behind her at the girl.
Hey, Deed. Come to pay your respects?
You know I wouldn't miss this, Rach. Why are you here so early, the anniversary isn't for a few more days...
I'll be on the road, so I figured I'd just come today. Glad you got my message.
Just in time, actually. I was headed up to North Carolina to look at a horse.
Rachel smiles and looks fondly at the gravestone.
Mmm, He taught us well didn't he?
Pappy sure did. What would we have done without him?
Rachel sighs.
I don't think I'd be in the business I'm in if he would have lived longer...He never wanted this for me. Probably would have been running horses through your barn.
Nah, you'd still be doing this. And he'd understand. He'd tell you you were a dumbass and he'd probably tease you mercilessly, but he would have secretly been tuning into the shows.
Rachel laughs to herself and then places the tulips in front of the stone.
You were one of a kind, Pappy. My hero. I love you and miss you.
Danielle and Rachel turn away from the stone and begin to head to the parking lot.
You know, when you get tired of this, theres plenty of stalls at the farm.
Rachel shakes her head.
I'm not anywhere near letting go of this yet. I took a break for awhile. I ran the farm, barrel raced Hot Shot, jumped Sonny, and taught Rochelle to ride but I wanted to go back to the ring, Danielle. I wanted to feel the mat under my boots, the ropes against my back and the body-to-body impact. I wanted to hear the bell ring and the fans boo and cheer.
I saw that you've already gotten some gold.
Yeah, but its bittersweet. They look at me and they think I don't belong there. They shun me because I didn't build my career on tables, ladders and chairs. I have a match coming up against Corporal Punishment...The guys pretty damn good. But still, I'm going to show him, once again, that I am not a force to be reckoned with. I'm tired of being looked at like nothing more than a girl in a Gucci dress. The fans are on his side, finally showing him some respect, and that seems to be right up his Patriotic Alley. Well, that's not for me. That's not my thing. I don't need those people to respect me, or like me, or any of that B.S. The only thing that matters to me is slipping in between those ropes and showing them that I am capable of extreme. I'm going to level that man into the mat...And then I'm going to move onto the next man or woman and then the next...Until I take the XVI by storm.
Rachel and Danielle arrive at two seperate vehicles parked side by side. One is a black Nissan Altima and the other an F-350.
So, your vehicle or mine?
Ah, you've been dying to show me this Ford P.O.S. forever...Lets take it to get some lunch...
Ford P.O.S.? Like that Dodge in your driveway is worth the horseshit on my boot...
They climb into the truck, arguing all the way. The truck speeds off and hangs a left out of the parking lot.