Post by Rachel on Jul 3, 2007 11:59:54 GMT -5
The airport is fairly quiet, which is typical for a flight departure at this hour. Two a.m. No wonder they called it a red eye. The people wandering the terminal with their carry-ons look like zombies. They mosey a long at a pace rivaled only by the tortise. Their eyes are bloodshot and their minds blank, except for the thought of sleep. Yes, sleep. What a wonderful concept. At gate 47, Rachel is slumped over in a gray chair, which is extremely uncomfortable and par for the course. She looks drained of all emotion, though anyone who knows her knows that if irritated, she will bring on a flurry of shouting that seems to come from no where. Not a very likeable person, is she? But that very thing begs the question, why is Szaban sitting next to her, if she is not so likeable? Everyone falls all over themselves to accomadate him. He has his choice of company. So, why does he choose to spend any time with her? A mysterious question, even she secretly cannot answer. Szaban doesn't look tired at all. He is his typical self after winning a death defying match against one who seems unconquerable. Yes, he's been seen by the XVI medical team, and he was released and told to get some rest, and things will be all better in the morning. Now, they await the boarding call from the airport employee. Their voice shrieking into the microphone, rumbling the plane-goers from their half-sleep.
Rachel sits up in her chair and beats her fists against the pillow behind her. Szaban gives her a mirthful look, much to Rachel's chagrin. So he thinks that her distress at not being able to get comfortable is funny? 'No wonder we're divorced' she thinks to herself. She galres at him hatefully.
Just what is so god damned funny, Matthew?!
Are you uncomfortable?
No, I feel great. I am in a wonderful mood. I love flying in the middle of the night! The pain and humiliation I feel only add to the fun!
Why are you humiliated?
Rachel's eyes widen in surprise. He can't be serious!
Are you serious? Why am I humiliated? First of all, I lose my qualifying match against Thor last week. Thor! The man who took our child out of daycare - who I am going to sue the hell out of, by the way - and did who knows what with her...His stupid little game worked! He knocked me off my focus, and eliminated me because he knew he couldn't defeat me in a real match! Then tonight, I lose the Next Generation Title match with Ticker! I've graced the ring with countless superstars of higher rank and class than that filthy, little....
Rachel pauses, trying to think of something bad enough to call him but is at a loss for words for one of the first times in her life. Finally, she turns her attention back to Szaban's face.
Then Makaveli bans me from ringside! Me! Not only does he ban me, he threatens my contract, as if I'm that easily replaceable! It's an outrage, Matt. A pure injustice. Who is he to talk about interference? He's the one who screws everyone by hiring a personal bitch like Jihad to do his dirty work because he's too afraid to step into the ring with you!
When Rachel finishes her tirade, she is hit with a wave of exhaustion and she is breathing heavily, her adrenaline rushing through her. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She thinks calming thoughts, trying to get the crazy look out of her eye. If she's not careful, she'll be tackled by the Air Marshal and taken in for questioning...
Rachel...Rach...Hey, Rach. They're calling first class to board.
Rachel's head turns up and her eyes open. She looks much calmer, yet once again very, very tired and frustrated. They rise out of their seats and gather their numerous carry-ons, heading for the boarding pass check station. Once they are settled in their seats, Szaban turns to Rachel.
Relax. You have a match coming up, qualifying you for the Next Generation championship. Start working on that strategy that you're always preaching about.
I shouldn't be in a qualifying match, I should be defending my title! Now I have to face two unknown nobodies, Myst and Dustin Reeves. And to top it all off, Justin Evans...
Suddenly, Rachel's eyes light up. If this were a cartoon, a lightbulb would surely be flashing over her head. Szaban gets a knowning look on his face.
Working on that strategy?
Rachel just smiles to herself, reveling in her self-proclaimed brilliance. She sinks down into her semi-comfy, first class seat and closes her eyes, a smile playing on her full lips. Then she opens her eyes, looking up at Matt..
By the way, congratulations on your victory. I know that you'll put Jordan in the hospital when you two step into that ring together...
Rachel once again closes her eyes, settling in for a long flight and hopefully some good sleep.
Attention passengers, the captain has asked that you turn off all electronic devices. The captain has also turned on the fasten seat belt light. We are now preparing for take-off.
Rachel sits up in her chair and beats her fists against the pillow behind her. Szaban gives her a mirthful look, much to Rachel's chagrin. So he thinks that her distress at not being able to get comfortable is funny? 'No wonder we're divorced' she thinks to herself. She galres at him hatefully.
Just what is so god damned funny, Matthew?!
Are you uncomfortable?
No, I feel great. I am in a wonderful mood. I love flying in the middle of the night! The pain and humiliation I feel only add to the fun!
Why are you humiliated?
Rachel's eyes widen in surprise. He can't be serious!
Are you serious? Why am I humiliated? First of all, I lose my qualifying match against Thor last week. Thor! The man who took our child out of daycare - who I am going to sue the hell out of, by the way - and did who knows what with her...His stupid little game worked! He knocked me off my focus, and eliminated me because he knew he couldn't defeat me in a real match! Then tonight, I lose the Next Generation Title match with Ticker! I've graced the ring with countless superstars of higher rank and class than that filthy, little....
Rachel pauses, trying to think of something bad enough to call him but is at a loss for words for one of the first times in her life. Finally, she turns her attention back to Szaban's face.
Then Makaveli bans me from ringside! Me! Not only does he ban me, he threatens my contract, as if I'm that easily replaceable! It's an outrage, Matt. A pure injustice. Who is he to talk about interference? He's the one who screws everyone by hiring a personal bitch like Jihad to do his dirty work because he's too afraid to step into the ring with you!
When Rachel finishes her tirade, she is hit with a wave of exhaustion and she is breathing heavily, her adrenaline rushing through her. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She thinks calming thoughts, trying to get the crazy look out of her eye. If she's not careful, she'll be tackled by the Air Marshal and taken in for questioning...
Rachel...Rach...Hey, Rach. They're calling first class to board.
Rachel's head turns up and her eyes open. She looks much calmer, yet once again very, very tired and frustrated. They rise out of their seats and gather their numerous carry-ons, heading for the boarding pass check station. Once they are settled in their seats, Szaban turns to Rachel.
Relax. You have a match coming up, qualifying you for the Next Generation championship. Start working on that strategy that you're always preaching about.
I shouldn't be in a qualifying match, I should be defending my title! Now I have to face two unknown nobodies, Myst and Dustin Reeves. And to top it all off, Justin Evans...
Suddenly, Rachel's eyes light up. If this were a cartoon, a lightbulb would surely be flashing over her head. Szaban gets a knowning look on his face.
Working on that strategy?
Rachel just smiles to herself, reveling in her self-proclaimed brilliance. She sinks down into her semi-comfy, first class seat and closes her eyes, a smile playing on her full lips. Then she opens her eyes, looking up at Matt..
By the way, congratulations on your victory. I know that you'll put Jordan in the hospital when you two step into that ring together...
Rachel once again closes her eyes, settling in for a long flight and hopefully some good sleep.
Attention passengers, the captain has asked that you turn off all electronic devices. The captain has also turned on the fasten seat belt light. We are now preparing for take-off.