Post by Rachel on Jun 17, 2007 18:27:08 GMT -5
The afternoon is warm and breezy. Leaves blow across the sidewalk. Shadows criss cross the quiet street on this Sunday. A park is filled with several families where small children curl up on a picnic blanket with their mothers and fathers, wishing Dad a happy Father's Day. Across the street from the park is a small brick building with a set of cement steps leading to the front door. The number 204 is painted on the door, with the words City Police Station painted beneath. Inside, a woman is standing at the desk, her face pink with fury, her eyes widened in frustration. Rachel is pacing back and forth in front of the desk, a man standing behind it and watching her with interest. He is tall, with a belly that jutts out over his belt. He is wearing a blue uniform and a badge is pinned to his chest.
Officer: Ma'am, I need you to calm down. Now tell me...
The cop pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. The white packaging with silver decor reads 'Marlboro Light'. The man places a cigarette between his lips, pulls out a red lighter, and activates the foul cancer stick. He takes a puff and then blows smoke in her direction.
Officer:...Is there anyone who would be capable or have reason to kidnap your daughter? Your ex husband?
Rachel: No, of course not! Hell, today is father's day. He was supposed to get her from day care and spend the day with her...Now she's...Well, I don't know where she is.
Tears well up in her green eyes, but she holds them back and her eyes look glassy. She is reliving the time that Wolfe had stolen her baby. But atleast she knew Wolfe wasn't a lunatic that would hurt her little girl. At least she knew the body wouldn't be found in a ditch somewhere...Rachel shuddered to think of such a thing.
Officer: Well, do you have any known enemies?
Rachel: What are you, stupid? Of course I have enemies! I'm a professional wrestler!
The man blows another cloud her way and Rachel sneers at his impolite behavior. She scowls, knowing that she'd like to rip the cigarette from his fingers and burn his eyes out. What was he doingto help her find her baby?!
Officer: We're doing everything that we can, ma'am. We have our finest uniformed men and women on this case. Now, can you please give me a list of names?
The man opens a desk drawer and removes a pad and pencil. He awaits her dictation.
Rachel: Um...Okay...Put David Calaz on the list. And go ahead and add Jihad Sullivan.
Officer: Wait. THE Jihad Sullivan?
Rachel glares at him. He hangs his head towards the pad.
Rachel: Put Corporal Punishment. He's really been a thorn in my side....thorn....thorn.....THOR! That bastard!
The officer looks perplexed.
Officer: Slow down, ma'am. That's bastard? B-A-S-
Rachel: No, you idiot!!! Sha'ta Thor! We have a match coming up soon and he has shown particular interest in my daughter...It has to be him!
Officer: Ma'am, don't jump to conclusions. At this point we can only add him to the list.
Rachel looks as if she is about to scream when her cell phone begins to ring. She scrambles for it, hoping to here from someone useful.
Rachel: Hello? Matt? He's on T.V. with her now?
Rachel runs over to the corner and turns on the television. She hurridley flips through the channels until she lands on a channel displaying Thor and Rochelle in a park. Rachel looks on in horror as Thor speaks about her terrible parenting skills. She is shocked and terrified for her daughters life, although he has not shown any hostel intentions at this point, even fixing Rochelle into a child saftey seat. Rachel rounds on the officer, dropping her phone on the floor. Finally, tears are streaming down her face.
Rachel: Get that fucker, now! HE has my baby! He should be arrested for forging my signature - what is that? Idenity theft? And kidnapping?!
The police officer grabs his radio and sends a dispatch to all able officers to find and arrest Thor, giving the description of him and his hummer.
Rachel: This isn't over, Thor! When we get into that cage, because I know for a fact you'll make bail and be free to go, you little prick, I' am going to make sure that you have had your very last match in XVI. Hell, its going to be your very last match in professional wrestling, PERIOD! After Side Effect, your life is going to be over. I am going to rip your arms and you legs off, bend you over, and shove them where the sun doesn't shine, forcing you to relive your jail time experience. You wait until we're in that cage together. My desire to beat you bloody, has just been intensified ten fold. You have absolutely no idea what you have just done. After Side Effect, you will see exactly why they call me the Queen of Confrontation!
Rachel turns her attention back to the police officer who is lighting another cigarette. She begins yelling at him to do something useful. The scene closes on her threatening to go over his head to the police chief as he scrambles to get to work, in fear for his career.
Officer: Ma'am, I need you to calm down. Now tell me...
The cop pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. The white packaging with silver decor reads 'Marlboro Light'. The man places a cigarette between his lips, pulls out a red lighter, and activates the foul cancer stick. He takes a puff and then blows smoke in her direction.
Officer:...Is there anyone who would be capable or have reason to kidnap your daughter? Your ex husband?
Rachel: No, of course not! Hell, today is father's day. He was supposed to get her from day care and spend the day with her...Now she's...Well, I don't know where she is.
Tears well up in her green eyes, but she holds them back and her eyes look glassy. She is reliving the time that Wolfe had stolen her baby. But atleast she knew Wolfe wasn't a lunatic that would hurt her little girl. At least she knew the body wouldn't be found in a ditch somewhere...Rachel shuddered to think of such a thing.
Officer: Well, do you have any known enemies?
Rachel: What are you, stupid? Of course I have enemies! I'm a professional wrestler!
The man blows another cloud her way and Rachel sneers at his impolite behavior. She scowls, knowing that she'd like to rip the cigarette from his fingers and burn his eyes out. What was he doingto help her find her baby?!
Officer: We're doing everything that we can, ma'am. We have our finest uniformed men and women on this case. Now, can you please give me a list of names?
The man opens a desk drawer and removes a pad and pencil. He awaits her dictation.
Rachel: Um...Okay...Put David Calaz on the list. And go ahead and add Jihad Sullivan.
Officer: Wait. THE Jihad Sullivan?
Rachel glares at him. He hangs his head towards the pad.
Rachel: Put Corporal Punishment. He's really been a thorn in my side....thorn....thorn.....THOR! That bastard!
The officer looks perplexed.
Officer: Slow down, ma'am. That's bastard? B-A-S-
Rachel: No, you idiot!!! Sha'ta Thor! We have a match coming up soon and he has shown particular interest in my daughter...It has to be him!
Officer: Ma'am, don't jump to conclusions. At this point we can only add him to the list.
Rachel looks as if she is about to scream when her cell phone begins to ring. She scrambles for it, hoping to here from someone useful.
Rachel: Hello? Matt? He's on T.V. with her now?
Rachel runs over to the corner and turns on the television. She hurridley flips through the channels until she lands on a channel displaying Thor and Rochelle in a park. Rachel looks on in horror as Thor speaks about her terrible parenting skills. She is shocked and terrified for her daughters life, although he has not shown any hostel intentions at this point, even fixing Rochelle into a child saftey seat. Rachel rounds on the officer, dropping her phone on the floor. Finally, tears are streaming down her face.
Rachel: Get that fucker, now! HE has my baby! He should be arrested for forging my signature - what is that? Idenity theft? And kidnapping?!
The police officer grabs his radio and sends a dispatch to all able officers to find and arrest Thor, giving the description of him and his hummer.
Rachel: This isn't over, Thor! When we get into that cage, because I know for a fact you'll make bail and be free to go, you little prick, I' am going to make sure that you have had your very last match in XVI. Hell, its going to be your very last match in professional wrestling, PERIOD! After Side Effect, your life is going to be over. I am going to rip your arms and you legs off, bend you over, and shove them where the sun doesn't shine, forcing you to relive your jail time experience. You wait until we're in that cage together. My desire to beat you bloody, has just been intensified ten fold. You have absolutely no idea what you have just done. After Side Effect, you will see exactly why they call me the Queen of Confrontation!
Rachel turns her attention back to the police officer who is lighting another cigarette. She begins yelling at him to do something useful. The scene closes on her threatening to go over his head to the police chief as he scrambles to get to work, in fear for his career.