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Date Posted: 10:25:44 10/02/00 Mon
Author: Mary Jane Francis Jr.
Subject: �Power Trip� Part 3 (Fury & Ali) Featuring: Trisha VanReardon & Cat

�Beginnings��

�For some� the beginning is the start of everything they have ever know. Before the beginning� there was nothing. But for the truly enlightened� the ones who have experienced life and lived it to it�s fullest, the beginning never started until the end��

1:30 AM� 2 October, 2000
Interstate� Mary Jane Francis� Porsche

Mary Jane Francis Jr. mashed on the gas for all she was worth as the wind whipped through her red hair. MJ looked down at the speedometer as it hit 152 and pushed the car on even more. Her cellular phone rang and she picked it up and answered�

MJ: Francis�

Steven: MJ? Where are you babe? I�m sor�

MJ hung up the phone without even answering him and tossed the phone over her head and out into the street as it rang again. MJ cursed as she began talking to herself�

MJ: THE NERVE OF HIM!! If he wants some companionship tonight he�d better call over that big booty b*tch Lisa Lopez!

MJ put a CD in the car�s stereo and looked up just as red and blue lights lit up her face in the rearview mirror. MJ frowned as she eased off the gas and slowed down so that she could pull off the side of the road. As she brought the car to a stop, she swore to herself silently. MJ watched as the door opened and a burly highway officer stepped out of the patrol car. MJ grinned as she checked her make-up, pulled down her blouse slightly to expose a bit more cleavage, and hiked up her skirt to show a little more thigh. As the officer walked up the car MJ mustered up a few tears in her eyes�

MJ: Oh officer!! I�m so sorry!! I had no idea that I was driving so fast until I saw your lights!! It�s� it�s� it�s just that�

MJ looked down and began to sob uncontrollably, making sure that her breasts heaved up and down noticeably. The officer paused for a moment, then shined his flashlight on MJ as he spoke up�

Patrol Officer: License, registration, and proof of insurance�

MJ looked up at the officer with a confused look on her face�

MJ: Wh� what?

The officer leaned even closer to MJ with a completely serious look on her face�

Patrol Officer: Look here lady� I�ve been doing this job for the past 12 years. If you think you�re the first woman to show me a little skin and turn on the waterworks to get out of a ticket� or in your case� jail time for reckless endangerment� you couldn�t be more wrong! Now� hand over your license, registration, and insurance, then step out of the vehicle.

MJ wrinkled her nose and turned a few shades of red as she pulled out her documents, handed them to the officer, and stepped out of the car. As the officer took them out of her hand, MJ frowned and muttered under her breath�

MJ: f*cking Nazi Sanctionite�

Patrol Officer: Excuse me?

MJ smiled callously as she straightened out her skirt and her top�

MJ: Nothing� I just thought you looked familiar� that�s all.

The officer grunted and shined his light down on MJ�s driver�s license and paused for a moment. The officer glanced back up at MJ, then back down at the driver�s license. The officer slowly raised his light to MJ�s face, blinding her momentarily�

MJ: TAKE IT EASY WITH THAT F*CKING SPOTLIGHT TJ HOOKER!!

The officer fumbled with the light for a second as he brought it back down and cursed to himself�

Patrol Officer: Mary Francis? The GWA Mary Francis!!

MJ cocked her head to the side as the officer�s demeanor seemed to take a 180-degree turn. MJ nodded her head�

MJ: Yeah� that�s me�

The officer shook his head and swore again�

Patrol Officer: Sh*t!!! I don�t believe it! I�ve been watching wrestling since I was a little kid! Hell� I remember seeing you way back in The FWA about 2 or 3 years ago!

MJ leans against her car and smiles as the officer heaps flattery on her. The officer slaps his leg as he laughs�

Patrol Officer: BOY WERE YOU A BITCH!!

MJ�s face twists into a mask of total anger and embarrassment as she throws her hands into the air and starts to get into the car. The officer suddenly stops laughing and grabs the door to stop MJ from leaving, suddenly sensing that she has taken offence�

Patrol Officer: OH MY GOD!! I�m sorry!! That didn�t come out right!!!

MJ stops and looks over at the officer as he tries to explain�

Patrol Officer: I meant the character that you played back then� you know� the snotty nosed punk teenager!

MJ shook her head and rolled her eyes�

Patrol Officer: How old were you back then? 11? 12??

MJ folded her arms in front of her defensively�

MJ: I was 14 and that wasn�t a character� that was really me you moron!!!

The officer�s demeanor suddenly became very serious again�

Patrol Officer: Really? Well damn! If that�s true� and that was only 2 or 3 years ago�

The officer looks up as he counts out loud with his fingers for a moment, then he looks back down at MJ�

Patrol Officer: Then that makes you no older than 17� and this driver�s license says that you�re 20! Now Ms. Francis� tell me� just how in the hell can that be!!

MJ froze as the officer looked down at her�

MJ: Ahhhhhh� typo?

The officer shook his head and grabbed MJ by her arm and pulled her to the front of the car and put her hands on the hood of the car. MJ began to ramble as she tried to explain, but the officer ignored her and began handcuffing her�

MJ: But!! But!!

Patrol Officer: Save it sweetheart! Reckless driving? Fake ID? No telling what else I�ll find after I check this car of yours!

MJ: WAIT!!! WAIT GODDAMN IT!!! YOU DON�T HAVE TO DO THIS!

Voice: That�s right� he doesn�t�

MJ looked up from the hood of the car as a figure walked up. As the person came into view, MJ screamed and tried to charge after them. The officer grabbed MJ in a chokehold as he dragged her back. MJ growled as Cat stepped out from the shadows and leaned against the hood of her car�

Cat: But that doesn�t mean he won�t�

MJ spit at Cat as she struggled in the officer�s vice-like grip�

MJ: YOU F*CKING B*TCH!!! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!

Cat raised her eyebrows at MJ�

Cat: Such crass language! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

MJ continued to struggle as she cursed and screamed. Cat shrugged her shoulders at the officer�

Cat: Children these days� what�s a woman to do?

Cat got off of MJ�s car and walked up to her and grabbed her by her face roughly as she looked into her eyes�

Cat: The shoe is on the other foot now isn�t it little girl!

MJ: What are you gonna do? Huh? Have this fat f*cking pig take me to jail? SCREW HIM AND SCREW YOU TOO!!!

Cat cracks a knowing smile�

Cat: Jail? Of course not� besides� for all I know you aren�t even old enough to be legally held in jail. But I digress�

Cat shoves MJ back by her face as she turns her back on MJ�

Cat: Let�s play a little game called questions and answers. The rules of the game are simple� I ask a question and you answer it! It�s so easy that even a simpleton like you could play�

MJ: F*ck off and die� YOU B*TCH!!

Cat turns around and waives her finger with a devious grin�

Cat: Sorry little one! That�s not how we play the game� I ask the questions and you answer them! Besides� f*ck off and die is more of a request and I don�t do requests. Now� let�s start with my nephew� last week� who was the spineless bastard that attacked him! And don�t lie� I�ll know if you do!

MJ: Screw you!

MJ tried to kick Cat, but the officer yanked her back before she even came close. Cat put her hands on her hips and looked at the officer�

Cat: My goodness! Resisting arrest as well?

The officer tightened his grip on MJ as he started to take her to the squad car�

MJ: Goddamn it!! Stop!!! I don�t know who did that little twerp!! But I�m glad that he�s gone!!! If we�re lucky, your ass is next!

Cat holds up her hand the officer stops. Cat shrugs her shoulders�

Cat: I don�t like what the b*tch had to say� but I don�t think that she�s lying�

Cat focuses back on MJ�

Cat: Next question� do you know who�s responsible for the attack? And make damn sure that you answer this one right! Because if I find out that it�s Fury and you didn�t tell me� so help me God� I�ll beat your ass so goddamn bad myself that Alicia won�t be able to give you a f*cking open casket funeral!

MJ smirks and starts to answer, but Cat steps over to her with narrowed eyes and cuts her off in mid-sentence�

Cat: And before you let that smart ass mouth of your start running and writing checks your ass can�t cash� remember what I use to do to people when I controlled Legion�

MJ started to give a smart answer anyway, but as she did she vivid images of Cat laughing as Legion wrapped people in barbed wire, soaked them in gasoline, and beat them like a macabre Halloween pi�ata before she tossed the match that sent them up in flames marched through her mind. MJ had admired that masterpiece of handiwork that Cat had directed against the rival stable known as The SINS� though she doubted Cat had the fortitude for such viciousness now� however� better safe than sorry� for now. MJ relaxed in the officer�s grip�

MJ: I don�t know who did it� alright damn you! I know it wasn�t Fury� that�s all I know! Now� ARE WE F*CKING DONE HERE?

Cat smiled�

Cat: Almost� almost. You see MJ� I believe you� I can�t explain it� but Lord knows that I believe you for some ungodly reason! But all of this isn�t only about Haseem� you see� there is one more matter of importance to be dealt with� CTN�

MJ shook her head defiantly�

MJ: To hell with you!! Take me to f*cking jail!! Beat my ass if you want� but you won�t be getting your hands on CTN!

Cat smiled as she pointed at MJ�

Cat: Oh! But that�s not true!! Allow me to make things crystal clear to you with a little question�

Cat takes MJ�s driver�s license from the police officer and looks at it�

Cat: Fake ID? That in and of itself isn�t odd� hell� kids have them made up all the damn time so they can go out and get into clubs� drink� whatever! But you see that�s where this story runs into trouble isn�t? Every kid with a fake ID wants to be 21 so they can drink and do Gods knows what! But not MJ! You don�t drink� and besides� even if you wanted to you couldn�t! This only says that you�re 20 years old! Why in the hell would someone bother to get a fake ID that doesn�t even make them out to be old enough to drink?

Cat grabs MJ by her hair and pulls her face to within an inch of hers�

Cat: WHY IS THAT?

MJ stares at Cat with a look of vile hatred, but says nothing. Cat smiles and lets her hair go as she pat her on the top of the head�

Cat: Because she wanted to be old enough to legally sign binding contracts� that�s why.

Cat looks up at the officer and nods. The officer let�s MJ go and she collapses to the ground in a heap. Cat turns to MJ and narrows her eyes at her�

Cat: Get your ass off the ground you little ingrate! If you want f*cking respect around here� you�d best learn how to take losing with the same grace that you take winning.

MJ lays there for a moment or two more before she slowly starts to get to her feet with the assistance of the police officer. MJ glares at Cat as the officer takes off her handcuffs. Cat meets her glare�

Cat: Don�t worry MJ� I won�t kick you out of CTN completely. Hell� you gave me one hell of a run! Anyone that sick, twisted, and devious is okay in my book.

MJ yanked her hand away from the officer as she felt the cuffs come loose�

MJ: What makes you think that I want any goddamn handouts from you! Besides� if you left me in CTN� it would only be a matter of time before I found another way to get your old dusty ass out of that executive office!

Cat leaned down from her towering height over MJ and smile�

Cat: Oooooh� a challenge!

Cat turned around and walked back towards the squad car as the police officer followed her�

Cat: Call me tomorrow MJ if you think you can handle what I have in store for you?

Cat stopped and turned toward MJ with a smile�

Cat: I think you know the number�

MJ: b*tch�

Cat shrugged her shoulders and got into the passenger seat as the officer got into the driver�s seat and the two shared a good laugh at MJ�s expense. The car pulled off as MJ shook her head and cursed to herself. She had held her own until she had let her guard down and Cat had merely caught her at a piss poor time. MJ got into her car and sat there for a moment as she let her head fall forward and bounce against the steering wheel over and over again. The horn sounded with each dull thump as she finally fell back in the seat and sat there staring out the window. Finally MJ chuckled to herself�

MJ: Tomorrow�s a new day I suppose�

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