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[Christine McQuisten]

The Underground

Maybe when it is all done I will find myself staring up at the cheap lighting and be welcomed into Heaven by the hand of an angel, then kicked to Hell when they realize how worthless I truly am. Who am I kidding, nobody here can do that to me. Nobody can bring me to justice. This is my prison. This is my punishment for being...... me. Forever will I fight beyond the ring. Every jaw I break is a call for help. Every bone I snap is a cry... a plea for my soul. Will anyone heed the cry? I can answer that very easily.

"No..."

I say softly as there I stand, crouched over looking into what would be anyone else's certain death, but not mine. All I see is a finely tuned body with a wealth of experience and knowledge in martial arts of whatever kind. It's funny to me, people who train for years to hone their craft and it all comes natural to me. I cannot count the number of times people ask me where I trained or what styles I studied. How about the craft of don't get my ass kicked? That's a craft right?

"I could kill you, but if I must live and suffer then so must your fate resemble..."

And there it is, over and done with. Put on his back to feel the shame of defeat to a 'woman'. I can see the resentment in his eyes, wondering if I am going to offer my hand to aid him in getting back to his feet. But why should I? He would not show me the same... and honestly I don't care. About him or what these people think of me. Some say I have a death wish, but others say I'm just off my rocker.

Tackle Box Motel

I do not fight for the money. That's why I have my job with Divas Unleashed and allow those scumbags and whores to exploit me and pull at my puppet strings. I could single handedly snap any of their damn limbs, but that's not good for business now is it? I barely made enough for this room though. I could really use another Exile paycheck. I miss the tavern life, but how could I afford it? I guess I could give some drunk hope if he buys me a few rounds, but that starts to eat away at me. Eventually you have to give to continue to get.

"Makaze..." *I begin to laugh* "Now there is a joke if I ever had to call one. To think she has pulled the wool over everyone's eyes and made them believe she is actually better than me. Maybe at sucking off the owner and 'earning' that title of hers like a good little whore."

And yet there I am teamed with her again. Expected to be all smiles and glam-fam for the fans who don't really care whether I live or die. It's okay. I know the truth. And I accept the truth. This is my life and I am damn good at living it.

"Screw it I need a drink..."

Leaving my motel room I head for the tavern around the corner, to convince some loser bum to buy me a few drinks. And heck he might even get laid if I get trashed enough on his dime.

[Christine McQuisten]

Tonight was easier than they led me to believe. I thought for sure I was a goner, but I guess that goes to show hope is eternal. This time it just happened to see me screaming for it. Tonight had weird vibes, like I was being followed and watched from wake and throughout. And I swear that guy across the bar is watching me, sizing me up. Why? Thinking about that guy kind of makes me smile though. I haven't gotten to tie a dick into tiny knots in quite sometime. Oh boy I hope he's a rapist!

I quickly turn away.

Oh crap he is coming this way! Does he not see the "PISS OFF" I have stamped across my forehead? God he must be retarded or something.

Using my hand, I shield my face hoping he just goes away.

"Excuse me, Miss McQuisten?"

That touch... it couldn't be... so warm, so comforting. There is only one person who has ever touched me like this, but it's impossible. It cannot be THAT person.

"Still have those arguments in your head?"

Oh brother, you are asking to get cut mister! Can't you tell I want to be LEFT ALONE, I am clearly looking AWAY and SHIELDING my eyes from you!

"Christine, I am not going away. And you wouldn't dare cut me."

Crap how did he know that!

I turn around, looking up at him.

Oh damn it is him! Think if I go to the bathroom he'll follow me? I can call the police and have him escorted off for stalking or something. That'd work right?

"Christine, there isn't a phone in the bathroom and you don't use a cell phone."

"Hah! Shows what you know, I bought a cell phone for work!"

I quickly hide my face behind my hand again.

Crap I let him hear me! Now he'll never go away! I bet he's smiling too. Smug bastard."

"Christine..."

He pulls me to my feet, holding me in that way I HATE, but only because I love it so much. We close in, his lips closer to mine...

NUTCRACKER!

"That's what you get for being a bastard! I am an island!"

Hah! Sucker, I lured him right in perfectly! Because I totally had that planned from the start.......... okay maybe not... but it worked out pretty well for improvisation!

I walk over to the bar and order an Apple-tini after telling the bartender to call the cops on a sexual assaulter.

What? So I bent the truth... okay I down right lied, but the bastard had it coming! You can't hold revenge against me and if you do I'll... well you see that guy down there right? Think bigger, think WORSE!