Post by Angelica James on Jan 17, 2011 21:18:25 GMT -5
Where do I start? Solitary on FX, and a soon to be big ol' 'W'. Before that, Danny decided to ask me on a little date. We never really got a break after what Alex did, so he'd decided to force it.
Chapter 1.0. (Aero)
''I can't believe there are actually forms to be filled out for a woman to consent to her husband putting her on a plane with a blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones.''
Danny simply grinned at her, hearing the ding of the captain coming over the loudspeaker.
''Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii. We'll be landing shortly, have a great time in paradise!''
''Hawaii, eh?'' she smiled, mouth agape in some surprise, ''Very smooth.''
''I do try,'' Danny chuckled, leaning in to kiss his wife's forehead, ''We both needed a vacation.''
''You can say that again.''
Now, the only thing on her mind was when that pesky 'seatbelt' light would come on.
Chapter 1.2. (Snip)
Danny was off making plans for their journey in Hawaii, and he returned to find his favorite redhead glued to her cell phone. She never really had female friends to surround herself with, but one of her stablemates' girlfriends had become quite the fixture in Angie's phone bills. He sort of smiled to himself, surprising himself by thinking that maybe the silly 'Hangmen' thing might have actually brought something positive into their lives, as opposed to just a bigger target on his wife's forehead.
''So you didn't tell him yet?''
Angie was laughing, but not at her husband. She spoke into the phone with a vigor he hadn't seen since the whole Alexander Fayt debacle had reared its ugly head. ''He's gonna think I'm such a bad influence. God, it's like high school all over aga--- oh hey, Danny's back, I've gotta go. I'll see you at the show! Thanks!''
A moment later, she tossed the phone onto the bed and approached him with her bottom lip tucked strategically under her canine teeth. ''And as for you...'' she grinned, ''Wanna hit the poolside bar?''
Chapter 1.2. (Snipe)
After a few straight shots of tequila, Angie and Danny were running rampant around their paradise. It was a beautiful resort, but it was also filled to the brim with your run of the mill tourists. Many of those people, the ones who didn't recognize Angie outright, saw the amount of ink in her skin and her careful fashion, and they assumed that she just had to be someone famous. After all, someone who looks like that would have to have money behind their name to get into such a nice vacation spot. She grinned wickedly in every photo, but both took greater pleasure in the three or four people who knew them for what they actually did. Most of their real fans were kids on vacation with their folks, but the conversation was a whole lot better than it had been with the frilly old folks that were there to get plastered on two discounted martinis each. The man shaking Danny's hand appreciatively was particularly interesting, so she inserted herself tactfully into their encounter by wrapping arms around her husband's waist. The stone-cold sober fan looked at her with an expression far warmer than his state.
''You should come by tomorrow...''
He had given her a card. He was a HUGE Samoan man, apparently security for some executive staying at the resort, who claimed to own a gym in the town nearby. Though it meant tearing herself away from the beach, Angie knew a good session with a bunch of skin-on-skin style Samoan punishers would work wonders for her in-ring abilities when it came to earning her shot at the PWE Universal title.
He chuckled. This guy was so big, she could hear the air beating around in his lungs with every upward heave of his chest, ''If you're not too hungover, that is. And Dan... man...'' the anonymous admirer smiled, winking at Mrs. Markson, ''Nice job. Maybe I'll see you guys this week.''
Chapter 1.3. (Clip)
Danny had argued the idea, and eventually decided to catch up on some sleep and paperwork while Angie went to the gym. It wasn't like her to desire a workout, much less a crushing spar session with Samoan mixed martial artists.
On the other hand, Angie was willing to admit that her jiu jitsu sucked. It might not have been UFC, but when an opponent took a fight to the ground she was almost entirely useless. A good set of training with these monsters could only help matters.
With every move, she felt herself becoming more of... well... herself. The Hangmen as a stable were fantastic, but people tended to forget that it was an alliance of individuals -- and Angie didn't necessarily play by the same rules as, say, her counterparts. She calculated every movement with a full fit of passion when she was backstage and in the ring, though it wouldn't seem like that to an unsuspecting viewer. It was upsetting, though, that she found her husband suddenly plotting revenge.
When her head screwed itself back on, Angie found herself with both shoulders on an unforgiving mat -- and the Samoan who'd just thrown her was getting ready to do something that slightly resembled a fat man throwing one of the most ouch-worthy elbows of all time. She BARELY slipped out of the way, and it took him a minute to catch up once he'd landed.
''How much do you weigh?!'' she eeked.
'''Bout three hundred.''
''I'm gonna die here, aren't I?''
He chuckled... and it shook the ring.
It was brutal, the training. Over the course of a few days, she turned her vacation into a nightmarish Hawaiian Kempo training camp.
Needless to say, Danny didn't end up happy.
Chapter 1.0. (Aero)
''I can't believe there are actually forms to be filled out for a woman to consent to her husband putting her on a plane with a blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones.''
Danny simply grinned at her, hearing the ding of the captain coming over the loudspeaker.
''Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii. We'll be landing shortly, have a great time in paradise!''
''Hawaii, eh?'' she smiled, mouth agape in some surprise, ''Very smooth.''
''I do try,'' Danny chuckled, leaning in to kiss his wife's forehead, ''We both needed a vacation.''
''You can say that again.''
Now, the only thing on her mind was when that pesky 'seatbelt' light would come on.
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Actually, I honestly don't know where to start -- or if I can, for that matter. I'm sitting on a plane, crossing the water of an ocean, though I couldn't say which one it is. I don't know how long I slept before this. Either way, I'm in a state that seems like some kind of bliss, only with the knowledge that it'll soon end. It's a real buzzkill when you know you can't be happy for more than a week at a time before some prick is gonna run his mouth on national TV. Nothing is safe or sacred for me. Nothing is safe for the people I surround myself with. We are the scorned. Blah, blah... blah.
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Actually, I honestly don't know where to start -- or if I can, for that matter. I'm sitting on a plane, crossing the water of an ocean, though I couldn't say which one it is. I don't know how long I slept before this. Either way, I'm in a state that seems like some kind of bliss, only with the knowledge that it'll soon end. It's a real buzzkill when you know you can't be happy for more than a week at a time before some prick is gonna run his mouth on national TV. Nothing is safe or sacred for me. Nothing is safe for the people I surround myself with. We are the scorned. Blah, blah... blah.
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Chapter 1.2. (Snip)
Danny was off making plans for their journey in Hawaii, and he returned to find his favorite redhead glued to her cell phone. She never really had female friends to surround herself with, but one of her stablemates' girlfriends had become quite the fixture in Angie's phone bills. He sort of smiled to himself, surprising himself by thinking that maybe the silly 'Hangmen' thing might have actually brought something positive into their lives, as opposed to just a bigger target on his wife's forehead.
''So you didn't tell him yet?''
Angie was laughing, but not at her husband. She spoke into the phone with a vigor he hadn't seen since the whole Alexander Fayt debacle had reared its ugly head. ''He's gonna think I'm such a bad influence. God, it's like high school all over aga--- oh hey, Danny's back, I've gotta go. I'll see you at the show! Thanks!''
A moment later, she tossed the phone onto the bed and approached him with her bottom lip tucked strategically under her canine teeth. ''And as for you...'' she grinned, ''Wanna hit the poolside bar?''
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No matter what kind of martyr-ish twist I put on it, a few drinks let me see the hard work I had ahead of me. I ended up allowing myself only one night to relax.
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No matter what kind of martyr-ish twist I put on it, a few drinks let me see the hard work I had ahead of me. I ended up allowing myself only one night to relax.
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Chapter 1.2. (Snipe)
After a few straight shots of tequila, Angie and Danny were running rampant around their paradise. It was a beautiful resort, but it was also filled to the brim with your run of the mill tourists. Many of those people, the ones who didn't recognize Angie outright, saw the amount of ink in her skin and her careful fashion, and they assumed that she just had to be someone famous. After all, someone who looks like that would have to have money behind their name to get into such a nice vacation spot. She grinned wickedly in every photo, but both took greater pleasure in the three or four people who knew them for what they actually did. Most of their real fans were kids on vacation with their folks, but the conversation was a whole lot better than it had been with the frilly old folks that were there to get plastered on two discounted martinis each. The man shaking Danny's hand appreciatively was particularly interesting, so she inserted herself tactfully into their encounter by wrapping arms around her husband's waist. The stone-cold sober fan looked at her with an expression far warmer than his state.
''You should come by tomorrow...''
He had given her a card. He was a HUGE Samoan man, apparently security for some executive staying at the resort, who claimed to own a gym in the town nearby. Though it meant tearing herself away from the beach, Angie knew a good session with a bunch of skin-on-skin style Samoan punishers would work wonders for her in-ring abilities when it came to earning her shot at the PWE Universal title.
He chuckled. This guy was so big, she could hear the air beating around in his lungs with every upward heave of his chest, ''If you're not too hungover, that is. And Dan... man...'' the anonymous admirer smiled, winking at Mrs. Markson, ''Nice job. Maybe I'll see you guys this week.''
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(A few days farther...)
'You should be able to beat Kensuke Tamura. He's no better than you, that's for sure. You can't possibly imagine the outcome, and you've grown content in a phase of your life where you honestly find it hard to grasp a part of your soul that WANTS to see yourself triumph over someone you don't absolutely hate.'
That's ALL I've been thinking about. Trying to vacation was such a waste of time when I was so close to such an important match. I've relaxed myself into a state where I actually don't want to fight the man. But while in Hawaii, I was given the option to train...
For once in my life, I was willing to work. I took the opportunity to see where it leads me. And if it leads to a Universal title shot at All Star Weekend, then it will be well worth it.
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(A few days farther...)
'You should be able to beat Kensuke Tamura. He's no better than you, that's for sure. You can't possibly imagine the outcome, and you've grown content in a phase of your life where you honestly find it hard to grasp a part of your soul that WANTS to see yourself triumph over someone you don't absolutely hate.'
That's ALL I've been thinking about. Trying to vacation was such a waste of time when I was so close to such an important match. I've relaxed myself into a state where I actually don't want to fight the man. But while in Hawaii, I was given the option to train...
For once in my life, I was willing to work. I took the opportunity to see where it leads me. And if it leads to a Universal title shot at All Star Weekend, then it will be well worth it.
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Chapter 1.3. (Clip)
Danny had argued the idea, and eventually decided to catch up on some sleep and paperwork while Angie went to the gym. It wasn't like her to desire a workout, much less a crushing spar session with Samoan mixed martial artists.
On the other hand, Angie was willing to admit that her jiu jitsu sucked. It might not have been UFC, but when an opponent took a fight to the ground she was almost entirely useless. A good set of training with these monsters could only help matters.
With every move, she felt herself becoming more of... well... herself. The Hangmen as a stable were fantastic, but people tended to forget that it was an alliance of individuals -- and Angie didn't necessarily play by the same rules as, say, her counterparts. She calculated every movement with a full fit of passion when she was backstage and in the ring, though it wouldn't seem like that to an unsuspecting viewer. It was upsetting, though, that she found her husband suddenly plotting revenge.
When her head screwed itself back on, Angie found herself with both shoulders on an unforgiving mat -- and the Samoan who'd just thrown her was getting ready to do something that slightly resembled a fat man throwing one of the most ouch-worthy elbows of all time. She BARELY slipped out of the way, and it took him a minute to catch up once he'd landed.
''How much do you weigh?!'' she eeked.
'''Bout three hundred.''
''I'm gonna die here, aren't I?''
He chuckled... and it shook the ring.
It was brutal, the training. Over the course of a few days, she turned her vacation into a nightmarish Hawaiian Kempo training camp.
Needless to say, Danny didn't end up happy.