Post by lacklan on Jun 12, 2020 16:05:45 GMT -5
CLANG
slow
CLANG
steady
full range of motion
just like Daddy taught you
make him proud
make the House of Lacklan pr-
Odd red eyes widen in surprise as light spills into the dark room, and then immediately slam shut from the sudden pain.
CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG
“Who dis Sara bitch?!”
Sarah Grey-Lacklan sighs as she slowly opens her eyes and lets them adjust to the new lighting in the room. Located in the rarity that is a Southern California basement, the small workout room within the Egg featured hundreds of tapes and other forms of media, a large television, a writing desk, and several pieces of exercise equipment for small workouts, including the power rack standing before her. She grimaces as she looks down and sees the piles of weights which had fallen off the bar after her surprise and pain had sent them crashing down to the mat. She turns toward the sound of the voice and sees Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, the caramel-skinned starlet’s mass of microbraids flailing around an angry face, creating the image of a Gorgon looking to turn an interloper to stone. In her hand was a crumpled up t-shirt which, as soon as she opened her mouth, came flying at her face.
“Who I gotta cut, huh?!”
Sarah sighs as she removes the shirt from her face...Kenzi had great aim...and then sighs even harder when she looks at the decal printed into the t-shirt:
2 Sara(h)s, 1 Cup
She turns the shirt over in her hand and sighs…get again...at the image of two women's faces, one brunette and the other her own ghostly albino, smirking at one another with a goblet between them.
“He must have heard Pettis’ vlog and hit up the marketing department at Circle. I mean, I’m all for selling merch, but this is a little...ew…”
When she looks up away from the shirt, Kenzi’s face is still hard and sharp as if chiseled from the hardest ebony within Indonesia.
“Who...dat...bitch?”
“My partner! And opponent.”
Sarah shrugs before tossing the shirt to the ground and turning towards her bag. With the intense heat of jealousy coming from her wife, Sarah suddenly feels too exposed in her workout gear. Usually, nothing but what was essentially the thinnest underwear she could get away with for exercising meant enjoyment for both of the Grey-Lacklans, but not today!
“Explain.”
Sarah pulls an oversized shirt out of her bag, the large “Xpress Fighting Systems” logo taking up the entire face, and pulls it over her head, before turning to her.
“Ya know that tournament I signed up for? I fight Pettis in the first round next week. But before then, Bosslady...well, I think its a bosslady...wants to get some hypage with a small show in Vegas. We’ll already be on the road for our tag match in South Dakota, so I figured we could hit up the show on the way home. The booking is Pettis and me together, because lulz, against…”
She sighs and shakes her head.
“...the Mad Clan.”
Kenzi’s face softens and she shakes her head.
“THOSE guys.”
“Yep. One wrong word and their entire world breaks down into naught but tears and anguish. Honestly, you would think that a family within this business, whether they be of blood or choice, would have thicker skin than they, but they prove the point that not all families are dynasties. Mind you, these particular members are better than some of the others I have seen...don’t get me started on the patriarch...but I still worry that even a misplaced insult might well strike a nerve so tautly wound that all of social media will fall into the Abyss due to the uproar of flames! Honestly, if I don’t behave myself, Pettis won’t have a platform to post her insipid vlogs!”
“Which ones are you facing?”
Sarah’s sharp mouth curls up into her Billion $$$ Smile.
“Carnie, for starters. That dipshit literally pulled the ‘I don’t know who you are’ routine when the booking got announced. What dumb shit is THAT?! That is literally the WORST line possible, next to ‘I’ll make you famous.’ You’d think that someone who prances around in 27 companies in hopes that he’ll find some credibility SOMEWHERE would keep his tongue in check about notoriety. Bitch couldn’t even spell your NAME right when trying to be glib! But, from what I have seen of his work, that really wasn’t all too shocking. A whole lot of self-worth which never seems to materialize in anything meaningful, finding the need to change names as often as outlooks on life, and only truly finding stability in Portland, and THAT was alongside that idiot Kem!
“Though, I must give pause when looking at his partner. When putting on the mask of the Madwoman, King is not only formidable, but also the clear standout of the original Trinity run last year, earning more accolades than the next three roster members combined. She’s fast, has plenty of Big Match experience, and throws a mean kick. If I want to stay healthy leading into next week, my strategy is easy: Let her kick Pettis’ ass while I sneak in a sub on Carnie while he’s deciding on what his next stupid gimmick is going to be.
"And as for my 'partner,' I-"
“COO! COO!”
Sarah cuts off as the sound of a pigeon cooing pierces the air. She reaches back down into her bag for her phone, the cooing notification letting her know of one of her favorite things in the world: Being @’d
Her eyes go wide as her fingers quickly move across the keyboard.
“‘Sup?”
“Oh wow! Would you LOOK at the time! Just my alarm letting me know I need to go feed the flock!”
She springs to her feet, gives Kenzi a quick peck on the cheek, and runs towards the pool and the gigantic Thunder in hopes of diffusing the situation before her wife finds out!