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Date Posted: 23:27:20 10/31/00 Tue
Author: Stacey Lynn Jordan
Subject: What Comes Next… (Chris Carpenter, Julius Stryker, Mei Himagaji, Tymolin Stryker, Carmen Valentine, Porciá Raventhorne, Christmas Joy, and Chad O. Runner) Featuring: Cat






5:00 PM… 31 October, 2000
(Following Insurrection)



The lear jet rocketed upwards into the clouds after it’s first stop as Stacey stared out the window of the plane. The ride back from Transylvania would be a long one, and while most of the others on the plane slept, Stacey remained awake. The events that took place at Paradise Lost were deeply etched in her mind. She had come to the PPV with a single thought in mind… get rid of any trace of her former self at the expense of whomever was unlucky enough to cross her path. Carmen Valentine had been the first one to find out that in fact… people do sometimes change. Gone were the days when Stacey was always the victim outside the ring… now she was the victimizer… and a ruthless one at that! The appearance of Deanna Raventhorne’s younger sister at the PPV had been a bump in the road… and no matter what anyone said… had Rachel Winston and Mary Jane Francis not been there… the world would have been one pasty faced Raventhorne lighter on Sunday. Unfortunately… Raventhorne was now an ally… more or less and thus without the word to break her neck being given… she was off-limits. But at least Stacey didn’t have to wait long for a substitute to stand in and take Raventhorne’s beating. Tymolin Stryker had volunteered to be the focal point for Stacey’s anger, and when she locked herself inside the casket to deny her the pleasure… it only wetted her appetite even more. She had forgotten The Valkyrie Title… it didn’t matter to her… only that she’d have a chance to subtract one of her former tormentors from the land of the living! Steven Fury had spoiled her attempt to send Tymolin up like a tinderbox, even after admitting that Stacey had cause to be as vengeful as she wanted to be. Instead she had to settle for kicking him in the groin and sending Tymolin over a 15-foot ledge. Now… if there were any doubts about what she was capable of… they could be answered rather quickly by watching the glee Stacey took in every act of violence she perpetrated. Stacey rolled her shoulder and frowned as the sinew there popped loudly. Julius had done a number on her shoulder during their match… even reopening the wound that Skylar had given her… but that wasn’t enough to stop her or even slow her down. Stacey looked over as Cat sat down across from her and gave her a grin…

Cat: How are you feeling Lynn?

Stacey shrugged her shoulders as she sat back in the leather seat…

Stacey: Better than Valentine and Stryker…

Cat chuckles lightly as she shakes her head…

Cat: That goes without saying. You know… I was very impressed with your performance out there… but…

Stacey raised her eyebrow…

Stacey: But what…

Cat: Was what you did to Mei last week and then on Sunday to Tymolin really necessary?

Stacey put her hands behind her head as she closed her eyes…

Stacey: Have you ever wondered about how when we get older… the methods we use to get things done changes? Take yourself for instance… in The SWA… Catherine Jones let no one get away with slighting her. There were much more heinous things going on than people being dropped onto chairs head first and shoved off loading docks in caskets. Have you been out of the game so long now that you’ve lost your nerve to do what it takes to let people know that you’re not an easy mark?

Cat rolled her eyes…

Cat: Is that what you think this is about? My methods and my past? What I did… I did for a reason… and don’t you dare think for a moment that I’d sit back and allow someone to wrong me and not do anything about it! That’s not it… that’s not it at all. This is about you and your personal vendetta against the First Ladies! I told you before… The Circle has to function as a single unit for the good of the whole… last I checked… Mei Himagaji and Tymolin Stryker weren’t on the list.

Stacey smiles and chuckles to herself…

Stacey: And if I have my way… they’ll never live long enough to make that list!

Cat shakes her head…

Cat: Fine… so long as you know that I’ll not waste this group’s time to bail you out of a war that you started for your own piece of mind…

Stacey’s eyes flick open as she stares at Cat…

Stacey: WHY IN THE HELL DOES EVERYONE AROUND HERE THINK I NEED SAVING? Look here Cat… I never asked for you or anyone else in this sh*t hole to do a damn thing for me! What happens between me and The First Ladies happens… but don’t think that I give a damn about whether or not you send someone to help me! Besides… if I’m not mistaken… MJ runs The Circle now and you just sit from your nice safe office in CTN Towers and watch from a safe distance.

Stacey gave a lopsided grin…

Stacey: It’s no problem if you don’t have the stomach for doing what you need to do to make sure that people understand where you’re coming from. All that matters to me is that they find out! So thanks for the advice… but no thanks! I sat on my ass in The SWA and let those b*tches get away with murder at my expense… well… payback is a b*tch and I don’t have a problem with being one!

Cat nods her head…

Cat: Very well then…Francis can deal with any repercussions that arise.

Cat sits back in silence for a while as Stacey continues to stare out the window. One of the plane’s stewards brings Cat a cappuccino as she reviews her schedule for the week. Cat raises her eyebrow as she looks over at Stacey…

Cat: Looks like there’s no rest for the weary…

Stacey looks over at Cat as she turns the monitor towards her with the lineup for Pinnacle. Stacey looks over at the main event and yawns as she sees her name across from Chris Carpenter. Stacey settles back in her seat, but says nothing. Cat smirks as she turns the monitor back around…

Cat: Not impressed I see.

Stacey runs her fingers through her hair as she stretches…

Stacey: Impressed? Why should I be? Isn’t that the lame ass wrestler that lost to the guy that got beaten up by a woman? Hell… I’m guessing that if this isn’t some kind of evening gown match… he doesn’t stand a chance in hell.

Cat laughs…

Cat: So that’s it? Nothing more to say about Carpenter? You don’t even wonder why this match is happening?

Stacey doesn’t even bother to look at Cat as she answers…

Stacey: Nope!

Cat rubs her temple…

Cat: Lynn… look at me… I’m serious here. First you and Skylar in a pit of glass… then a woman’s casket match and a no DQ match with Styrker… now a match against Carpenter? There is such a thing as burn out. Have you given much thought to the idea that someone may be trying to wear you down?

Stacey: Wear me down? No… the thought hadn’t occurred to me. Then again… it’s not like I’d pass on the chance to slap Carpenter around a second time either!

Cat: So I take it that you’re going to make this personal as well?

Stacey looks at Cat with her piecing green eyes…

Stacey: Everything is personal! EVERYTHING! Carpenter is just another faceless asshole in a long line of assholes that have nothing better to do than get in my way! Now… regardless of whether he asked for the match or was put there himself… the fact of the matter is that he’s going to get treated like everyone else! Regardless if it’s a death wish on his behalf or Christmas Joy and Chad Runner trying to flex their corporate muscle… the outcome of the match is going to be the same! I’m going to do my damn best to tear Carpenter’s head off and shove it up his ass! He had his say… now it’s time for him to shut up and step into the squared circle and back all that tough talk up! I don’t care if this is some sort of a set up or not… I’ll tell you this right now… after this weekend goes down… there will be no doubt in anyone’s mind that I’m all business!

Cat: And that goes for Joy and Runner too? You’re going to buck the system and cast yourself against the authority in this federation because you’re too stubborn to take a backwards step?

A devious grin crosses her face…

Stacey: Authority! Joy runs around here talking about The SWA in every other sentence as if she made that federation great! The SWA was made great by the wrestlers that shed their blood night in and night out! Her single contribution was being incompetent enough to put it out of its memory while trying to save it! She comes in here dragging Carmen Valentine around behind her with The First Ladies and all of a sudden… life is suppose to pick up where it left off? I think not! The only thing that’s going to remain the same is the fact that inside the ring… Valentine and whomever else she decides to pit me against will always end up staring at that black mark in their loss column! So as far as Christmas Joy is concerned… she has to courses of action that she can take against me if she can’t deal with it! Number one… she can kiss my ass and like it! Or number two… she can fire me if she has the balls!

Stacey chuckles…

Stacey: If she doesn’t have the balls… she can always check with Tymolin… no doubt she has a spare pair bouncing off her chin on a regular basis! As for Runner… the same goes for him! He fights some scrub that hasn’t won a match since the damn dinosaurs roamed the earth… then he has the nerve to mention my name? That taco eating Backstreet Boy reject had best save all that money he’s been wasting on fast food and invest in a damn clue! I’m not some loser that he can pay off to make him look good inside the ring! If he doesn’t have the guts to either fire me or take his turn at getting Screwdrived… he needs to stick to being the silent, absent, useless owner! He’ll done so well at it before…

Cat shakes her head as she can’t help but smile…

Cat: Apparently… nothing I say will convince you to stop pushing will it?

Stacey laughs…

Stacey: I don’t know… if you told me Mei Himagaji had died from a blood clot in her brain from being dumped on her head… that might be a good start! Perhaps if Carmen’s neck had been snapped by that rope… I could be on the road to recovery! Maybe if that last casket ride I gave Tymolin was just a preview of the permanent dirt nap she was in the process of taking now was the case… I’d push no more. But since none of those names have graced the O-B*tch-uary last time I checked… I suppose I’m doomed to remain forever pissed off!

Cat shakes her head as she gets up…

Cat: Very well Lynn… you’ve made your own bed here… only you can lie in it…

Cat walks away as Stacey sits there silently brooding. Had Carpenter asked for this match? Perhaps… she had attacked him after his match with Skylar… but he didn’t seem particularly upset by the fact. Carpenter had garnered Olympic gold at The PPV… and it would seem that he had other fish to fry. Was it Joy? Was is Runner? Maybe even Fury… hitting a man in his groin made them do strange things. But in the end… it didn’t really matter… Saturday was on the books and Stacey had no intentions of laying back and waiting to see what would happen. This wasn’t about men versus women… this was about Stacey versus everyone else! Carpenter was just the person unfortunate enough to be stuck in the middle! Stacey had no intentions of just letting this match be just another case of a pair of wrestlers tossing each other around and trying to pin the other’s shoulder to the mat. Being The Maximus Champion had only one perk… it lended itself towards more brutal displays and violence was the rule… not the exception. This match was not hardcore… it was just a regular match… but that could change very easily. Carpenter’s Olympic Title was safe… but Stacey had no intentions of playing it safe. This Saturday… The Maximus Title would be on the line… she would make sure of it! This match will be hardcore… one way or the other. If the brass refused… then she’d do what she wanted and they could DQ her or give her her walking papers! Carpenter refused… he’d best stay away from Pittsburgh! The Canadian Icon was being thrust into dangerous territory for which he had no control of the direction. Stacey was not fighting for equality… she gained that by winning over men as easily as she won over women. Stacey was in the mood for conflict… whether it was against the staff, The First Ladies, or Carpenter himself. He had fancied himself as The Canadian Icon… but Stacey viewed him more as a martyr. This match would be about everything that was wrong with The GWA… and after it was over… she would add one more reason to the list. One way or the other… this match was made with bad intentions… but the only other question to be answered now is… how badly would she have to torture Carpenter before whomever had made the match… sprung the trap. Stacey closed her eyes and smiled in anticipation… the scene faded…







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