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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 3:39:45 GMT -4
That really wasn't the name of it. But it might as well have been because that was where Pandora's Box was eight times out of ten. A small, nondescript gym in downtown Toronto. The same time, the same place, seven days a week Kaze walked down the same sidewalk. The only difference was today, people were getting the fuck out of her way.
She wasn't power walking to the gym. She didn't have her steroid riddled, Cross-like shoulders thrust out in a challenging manner. But her aura, well that was the new black of 2007. People could taste as she approached, and they did the right thing. They parted like the Red Sea without even thinking about until she was safely off the streets, rolling through the front door of the gym with her gear bag swinging as she did.
They hadn't celebrated when they had won their titles. There had been no fucking party when they took the gold and raised seven levels from the hell it had been trapped in. Because they were doing what they had promised they would do, be the best Tag Team on the APW roster and to have the gold to prove it. Winning those titles had been their job, and they had done it. They were getting ready to do it again.
Just as their hadn't been a party to celebrate. There wouldn't be a pity party now. They were both professionals and knew what the score was exactly. You win, you lose. You get back up and do it again the next day.
Today was that day as Kaze entered the locker room and changed out of her street clothes and into her work out gear.
Drewz wasn't late. Kaze was almost two hours early, and that suited her just fine. They had 5 days to put it back together. Five days to figure out what went wrong and erase it. Five days to make the reign of Crossfire just another forgotten flash on the screen. While they continued on the road to making history. It was Blizzard's personal goal to make Crossfire absolutely meaningless in the end, and the only way to do that was in the ring and the next Full Throttle.
She threw a couple of shadow punches into the air as she walked towards the non-air conditioned gym. It didn't take long for the slap of weighted plates to fill the room.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 4:54:35 GMT -4
Alright, can’t let all this get me down, we know what we’re doing and we know what we want, we just have to focus all our energy, prepare ourselves mentally and physically then beat someone up and take it. Gotta get back on the horse, show her I’m still dedicated to the team…
She went on like that, addressing no one in particular as she made an early morning walk down to the gym they had planted the Pandora’s Box flag in weeks before. And it was a very early morning for Jen. Getting back their belts meant everything to them and she wasn’t going to slack off at a critical point, when they could be using every moment to be that much better than Crossfire. No, she decided to take the initiative to come in to the gym an early in order to get a head start. To really get some serious work in before the big match.
As she makes her way in she seems all too pleased with her own drive and determination.
Once she sees I’m here so early she’ll…
Before she could even finishes her sentence she heard the sound of someone else working out. Which meant either Blizzard had beaten her in that morning or that the gym was haunted. Once she saw her partner on the machines she realized it was the former. It seemed so obvious in hindsight.
Laugh and call me a poseur.
She sighs as she makes her way over to start her routine for the day.
I guess I should just shut up and be glad that we’re both as together as we are on this, so I guess I will. Got anything special planned to prepare for this, or are we basically just going to do what we always do until we figure out just what they want to put us through on Saturday?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 5:54:55 GMT -4
I knew you'd be here.
Kaze more grimaced than grinned but that was just because of the weight, which she let settle back into place. She looked up Drewz a little more intently. Hooking up with her had been the best decision she's made since joining the APW. You have to look far and wide to find two individuals that fit together more seamlessly than Jennifer and Blizzard, or who shared an absolute singular purpose.
They can put us through whatever they want. It's not going to change anything.
Kaze sat up, taking a drink of water from a bottle underneath the weight bench.
They're the Champions. Let them prove it. I have no intention of helping them look good outside of the ring. I'm not going to help them look legitimate. I just want their stipulations, and then I want our belts back. Mr. Steele knows it, you know it and I know it. They're garbage and they are only going to take the work we did and flush it down with their tired jokes, and lines.
The whole Crossfire affair had Kaze basically disgusted. Everything had gone wrong from the moment Cross had made themselves known. She only wanted to put it right again.
We're going to do it exactly our way Drewz. We're going to do it the way that go us where we are.
Blizzard leans back on the bench.
Fuck Crossfire, babe. We're just going to be the best that we can, and that's a whole lot more than they can handle on their best day.
It was all about attitude, visualization and skill. With every press of the bar, Kaze saw nothing but Drewz and herself taking it all back.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 18:10:51 GMT -4
Jen takes her position on a leg machine and gets to work as if every rep brought her closer to decapitating her opponent with her kicks.
You know I like the sound of that. I just can’t wait to get this over with. Seriously this whole thing is just wrong, and I for one don’t want to live through the Crossfire era. I doubt I’d be able to stand it for longer than five, maybe five and a half seconds if that. I’m getting sick just thinking about it.
That was one set, afterward she sat up and turned around to face Blizzard and the rest of the gym.
I know we can pull it together in the amount of time we’ve got. And this whole idea of us letting them do all the leg work sounds pretty sweet. Play defense, do anything to avoid reliving last week. Let them make the mistake of thinking that if they’ve beat us once they’ve already got us beat this time.
She assumes her position on the machine and starts her next set.
Time the “old vets” and “legends in the making” try to show us what for, maybe we’ll learn a thing or two. You know since we’re so derivative and boring.
She shakes her head thinking about those comments and what it would mean if they couldn’t get the job done.
Square one, back to being the hungry young go getters who kicked the division in the ass in the first place. Guess it could be worse than us against the status quo, couldn’t it?
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 18:39:37 GMT -4
A lot worse. We could be married to the guy who likes to punch holes in people's heads and give birth to his demon spawn, in a completely illegitimate way, of course.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 18:58:23 GMT -4
And there’s the mental image that’ll be keeping me up tonight. You know that could happen if we’re not careful here. One second you’re minding your own business the next you’re unconscious being carried off on his shoulder.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 19:13:43 GMT -4
And people say romance is dead.
Kaze rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile a bit at the same time. She switches to the curling station to work on the same muscles that made hitting the 45 Degrees Below Zero even possible let alone effective. Was it going to be enough?
Dear Goddess of Beastly Mating Rituals, please let this nightmare just end.
She offers a little prayer before she starts her set.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 19:34:05 GMT -4
The leg work continues as she starts working the quads.
Don’t worry too much, just think, it’s almost over, the universe is just a couple days away from being back to the way it should be. And if we hang out here and keep at this we won’t even have to subject ourselves to all the wrongness and disorder.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 20:27:19 GMT -4
You mean just stay here and pretend the whole thing never happened?
Kaze continued curling away, but she would stop the moment before her arms were big enough to plow through a human skull on impact.
I think I can do that. Besides all we have to do is think of one fat joke, and one Star Wars joke and it will be just like we are there live an in person.
She checks her arms to make sure she hadn't crossed the line and tries to think of a good joke so they could just get it over with. She clears her throat and tries her best to sound like a woman who has been married to Cross for six glorious, incredible, amazing, perfect, loving months.
What do you get when you cross Darth Vader with an elephant?
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 21:24:40 GMT -4
If Blizzard was going to do that voice she tried to imitate the company’s newest blonde as best she could, trying to capture as much of the character as she could. She knew where that set up might go in other hands, but she had to play along.
A new Disney villain, maybe? I don’t know.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 21:42:51 GMT -4
An elevader.
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Ouch the silence was brutal. She quickly covered it up by bringing it to swift and mercy filled end.
And what's more boring than watching an elevator?
She lets the weights rest, and puts her hands on her invisible, child rearing, Cross sized hips.
Why Blizzard Kaze of course.
...
There was an awkward silence again.
Uhm
Oh yeah.
She clears her voice one more time.
We're Crossfire!
She takes a small bow, feeling she had captured their essence quite well for it being early in the morning at a downtown gym.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 22:10:40 GMT -4
She stops to try and shoot a hateful Lindsay Corbanish stare, making this a very intense sales pitch.
Thank you and for more information on our illustrious careers and how you should just accept those Pandora’s Box girls are both ugly goblinesque no-talents who even if they stayed forever can never have been here and done as many things before we did in APW check us out online.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 22:22:17 GMT -4
Kaze had to stand and gesture to the invisible writing that was obviously showing on the "screen" just how long Crossfire had been in the APW.
Because that's what being great is all about, isn't it? It's about being there first. You want proof? Just check out our latest promo on youtube where we very cleverly spell it out for Pandora's Box between whimsical jokes that they were not here first. Or see it on my blog located at www . Iwasherebeforeyou . com.
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Post by Jennifer Drew on Jun 12, 2007 23:24:48 GMT -4
It was probably another hallucination, but all of a sudden she was right there with her in that TV studio. As it changes to a “shot” of her she points directly into the “lens”, still maintaining the intensity from before.
Just one minute kids, remember you must have over thirteen years seniority and not be totally worthless to register. Get your parents’ permission before using that credit card, or don’t… look just keep shoveling cash in our direction we’ll sort the rest out later.
She can’t control it any more and she ends up laughing at the whole thing.
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Post by blizzardkaze on Jun 12, 2007 23:30:12 GMT -4
Kaze manages to get out a final
Crossfire!
before losing what was left of her composure. A great weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and now it was time to get back to work. They wouldn't speak again until some hours later after their workout was more than finished, staying two hours later than usual.
Next stop?
Well that would be the arena. Where they would finally learn what kind of match they were in for and face the owners of their scorn one more time.
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