Oblivion Part 3� (Damm, Storm, Bock, Cage, Fury, The OutLaw, Sengir, Connor, Brooks) Featuring: Trisha VanReardon -- Gladiator Wrestling Alliance

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Date Posted: 23:54:45 10/08/00 Sun
Author: Trace VanReardon, Stephanie Connor, and Pussy Galore
Subject: Oblivion Part 3� (Damm, Storm, Bock, Cage, Fury, The OutLaw, Sengir, Connor, Brooks) Featuring: Trisha VanReardon

�Matters of life and death��

�Into everyone�s life a little rain must fall. For some that rain is magnified a thousand fold by our own likes, loves, hatred, and experiences. My brother was no different� the attack on Stephanie Connor had derailed him emotionally and stalled his career monetarily. He had put everything aside for her� and now it was time for the rain to stop for him� and start for someone else��

�Elsewhere rain fell as well� and while that person chose a different path in dealing with it� that path and the path my brother now decided upon would soon intertwine with catastrophic results��

11:00 AM� 7 October, 2000
GWA Headquarters

Stephanie Connor sat behind her desk as she reviewed various contracts. She had been on the job for just over a week� and while this was not her natural element� she was becoming well acclimated in the job. She had signed two matches already� the second of which was scheduled for this week�s Insurrection. Stephanie stopped and stretched as she looked at the clock. She didn�t enjoy working weekends� but it was important that she stick it to Fury by doing more and going further than he ever imagined she could. Movement at the door caught her eye and she looked up. Her eyes grew wide as she saw who stepped through the door�

Stephanie smiled broadly as Trace pulled out a dozen white long stemmed roses from behind his back. Trace grinned as he walked over to her desk and laid the bouquet in her arms and bent over and kissed her�

Stephanie: And to what do I owe this pleasure?

Trace shrugged his shoulders...

Trace: I�d say it was more accurate that the pleasure was all mine� and the roses are merely my way of showing you just how much I care about you.

Stephanie smelled the roses� the sweet aroma was delightful. Stephanie frowned just a bit despite the wonderful gesture. As much as Trace cared for her� he still had trouble voicing those three little words� �I Love You.� Stephanie had no doubt that he did� or at least she was fairly certain of it for the most part� but she would have enjoyed hearing it for a change. Stephanie�s eyes flashed up and met Trace�s eyes. She could tell that he had noticed the subtle change in the mood. She could confront him with it now, but she decided against it. Perhaps he would come around on his own� and there would be no need for him to be prompted into voicing his feelings. Stephanie put on her best smile as she got up and started looking through the office for something to put the flowers in�

Stephanie: So� enjoying your day off? Seems as if you�ve had enough of them as of late.

Trace shrugged his shoulders as he sat on the edge of Stephanie�s desk�

Trace: Not really� I was kinda hoping that I�d have a match this week� but I suppose Fury is still mad at me for ditching The Olympic Title. No biggy� he�d never give me who I want anyway.

Stephanie walked out into the lobby and found a glass vase sitting on the desk outside her office. She walked back and looked at Trace as she began putting the roses into the vase one by one�

Stephanie: Really? And who would that be? Cage? I am The Commissioner� I could make that match for you.

Trace smirked�

Trace: How could I ever forget that Ms. Commissioner!

Trace across the room and took her into his arms�

Trace: But Cage doesn�t interest me� I�m content to kick his ass in the parking lot at ever single event I see him at until he tells me what I want to hear.

Stephanie looked up at Trace�

Stephanie: So who then?

Trace looked down at Stephanie and stared at her for a moment or two before he let her go and backed away. Trace sat down roughly on her leather couch and shook his head�

Trace: I want the bastard that hurt you! Not Cage� he�s a brainless imbecile! He got paid to do what he did� whether it was what he wanted to do or not. He�s a middleman� he doesn�t interest me. The way I figure there are three likely suspects� and I want them� each and every last one of them! Damm, Bock, and Storm�

Stephanie frowned as she put the last of the flowers in the vase. She had maced each and every last one of those men for reasons that were her own before she herself was attacked. Trace had never asked her why she did it� but she could tell that it was on his mind, even though he refused to give voice to it. Stephanie walked over to the couch and sat next to him�

Stephanie: Trace� do you think it�s wise to make targets out of all those men? It�s not like those men aren�t major players here. I mean� I don�t doubt that you could beat�

Trace shook his head�

Trace: Don�t miss the point Steph� one of these men made you a target! I don�t give a damn that Storm�s a big time player with a title shot this week. I don�t give a damn that Bock is one half of the tag champs and The Falconer Champion. I don�t give a damn that Chris Damm is The Gladiator Champion! None of that concerns me� in the end� when my name is on a contract opposite theirs� they wonder if they have what it takes to put me down for the three count. I don�t have that problem� the only thing I wonder about is whether they�ll be able to tap out before they pass out! You ask me if I think it�s wise� I�ll tell you that who ever decided to pay Cage to attack you made the stupidest move imaginable! If I have to go through them one at a time or all at once� I�ll look each and every one of them in the eye until I find the one who�s responsible�

Stephanie leaned against Trace and rested her head against his shoulder�

Stephanie: I know� but I worry that whoever did it might have someone do the same thing to you. I don�t think I could bare that Trace� maybe it�s better to let sleeping dogs lie for now�

Trace gritted his teeth as he shook his head slowly�

Trace: No� no� it won�t be that simple. Nothing ever is. If they want my blood� they are welcome to it� but it will be a cold day in hell before anyone lays hands on you or even threatens to without their being hell to pay for it!

Stephanie didn�t like this side of Trace. The side of him that no one else in The GWA saw� dark and brooding. He had lashed out viciously at Cage twice� yet compared to the way he spoke about laying hands on the person who had paid Cage, the worst seemed yet to come. She had tried to talk him out of his present course of action� and it had amounted to nothing in the end. There was little else to do but consider giving him what he wanted�

Stephanie: So it�s Storm, Bock, or Damm� but it will have to be after this next card� besides� who knows if Damm will even be the champion after OutLaw gets his hands on him.

Trace shook his head�

Stephanie: What is it?

Trace: Nothing� then again�

Trace withdrew his arm from around Stephanie and looked at her�

Trace: I mean� title aside� why in the hell does OutLaw get a shot at Damm? What in the hell has he done beside not show for matches and act like a total bastard! I�m not gonna take anything from him� but as the politics of this business go� OutLaw has no right to be in that match!

Stephanie: Well� Fury signed the match�

Trace: And there is your first problem! The man has no concept of right and wrong! I don�t give a damn about the title� that�s a moot point because if I wanted the damn thing� I�d have went to the PPV and took it!

Stephanie: So� why are you so upset? Win or lose� you�ll face Damm sooner or later.

Trace shook his head�

Trace: No offense to The OutLaw� but he�s not what you�d call a stable personality! The man is in a match that should be mine� and he he�s not thinking straight. You know and I know that he�s gonna try to injure Damm� put him out for the attack last week.

Stephanie: Then if he�s the one� justice is served.

Trace: No! No it�s not! I need to look in his eye for myself� man to man. I need to see it in his face for myself! If that f*cking nutcase lays him up� or worst� then what? I sit here on my ass and wait for his remarkable comeback? No� no f*cking way!

Stephanie: So� what are you gonna do?

Trace looked over at Stephanie through narrowed eyes�

Trace: I�m gonna keep him in check� even if that means I have to beat his ass myself.

Stephanie rested her head on Trace as her mind was a blur. Trace was risking everything for her� and soon they would both find out that there was a price to be paid�

*** *** ***

Pussy Galore walked into The GWA building with thoughts of the attack on herself and Vixxxen on her mind. What was the root of the involvement between Connor and Sengir? Sengir had attacked Vixxxen� apparently not meaning to attack Pussy at all� but in the end as she ran away from her, Stephanie Connor had stepped out of the back and leveled her from behind with a steel chair shot to the head. She had watched the tape of the event and seen what had happened afterwards� including Connor and Sengir high fiving one another as if she had just won some sort of contest. Pussy bit her lower lip hard as she thought of those two weaklings thinking they had gotten the last laugh. Pussy was nearly blind with anger, but she had to regain her composure now. Connor was first on the list� her time would be up today� and Sengir would be next. She would stand across the ring from her and have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. No one would question a death inside the ring� such things were commonplace in other federations� even accepted. If Sengir was to be the first for The GWA� then Pussy Galore was happy to be the catalyst. But even as that thought crossed her mind� another abruptly intruded. Fury had taken it upon himself to appoint a special referee� some new female wrestler by the name of Brooks. Pussy wrung her hands� if Brooks proved to be as troublesome as Sengir and Connor� then by the end of the week� The GWA would have three vacancies in the women�s division. Pussy turned her attention back to the task at hand� dealing with the esteemed Commissioner Connor. She folded her arms behind her back as she walked and felt the six-inch knife underneath her blouse, shoved down the waistband of her pants. Stephanie had made a big mistake by attacking her and Vixxxen last week� the biggest and the last mistake of her painfully brief career and possibly her life. Pussy checked the directory and after finding Connor�s name, she headed through the nearly empty hallways toward her office. Pussy had thought of what she�d do once she found Connor� would she reveal herself as Pussy Galore and beat her senseless after threatening to slit her throat? Would she knock on the door and then ram the knife into her chest and smile at her as she bled to death wondering what she had done to warrant the attack? Nothing was certain� other than the fact that Stephanie had crossed her and while Caprice DeLioncourte was a wimp and would gladly allow herself to be humiliated without retaliation� Pussy Galore would not suffer those same insults. Pussy wondered if she had the heart to kill Connor� to do such a thing took a great deal of fortitude. Could she hit Connor? Beat her senseless? Threaten to kill her? Certainly� that was never in question� but to take a life? Caprice had made the choice to take her own life. It was surprising� such a thing took a great deal of courage� or cowardice in her case. Nonetheless� she had attempted it and the only thing that had prevented it was Pussy asserting herself at the last moment as she teetered on the brink of oblivion. Pussy had taken control of Caprice�s body and thrown her backward instead of forward on the edge of the balcony. In the end� it had been her sense of self-preservation that had kept Caprice from killing her� regardless of whether Caprice had even guessed that she and Pussy Galore were one in the same. As Pussy approached Connor�s office� she put all other thoughts aside. This was the end for Stephanie Connor� whether it was temporary or for eternity. Pussy Galore opened the door silently and crept inside the office as her target presented it�s back to her�

*** *** ***

Trace maneuvered the roses to the side as he filled the vase with water in the outer lobby of Stephanie�s office. She had insisted that she could handle so mundane a task, but Trace had protested until he got his way. Stephanie had likely thought it a sweet gesture on his part� and she would have been partly right� but in truth Trace still worried about her. She had not fully recovered from the effects of the electrical shock she had received� but she insisted to Trace that she was fine� but he knew her a tad bit better than that. Trace no longer followed her around constantly� as that was her wish� but at Insurrection, the moment he left her alone� she had taken it upon herself to physically attack Pussy Galore as she pursued Vixxxen�s attacker. Trace had reprimanded her for doing something so dangerous� but she had assured him that she was perfectly safe� he didn�t believe it. Trace knew that she would never tolerate him nipping at her heels constantly� he�d have to find another way to make sure she was safe when he wasn�t around� some other way to give himself a peace of mind�

Pussy Galore paused as she noticed that the person bending over the sink wasn�t Stephanie Connor at all� but her Circle member boyfriend Trace VanReardon. Pussy Galore weighed her options quickly� she could back away and wait for him to leave. But what if he never left? She could leave all together and wait for another chance� but what if there was not another chance? Pussy smiled as another option came to mind. She could hit her where it really hurt� she could jam the knife in her lover�s spine and get the ultimate revenge� and in the end� Stephanie Connor would be to blame� here and her alone. Pussy Galore bared her teeth as she reached behind her and grabbed the knife handle. One way or another� Stephanie Connor would regret ever laying a single finger on Pussy Galore�

The scene faded�

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