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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 21, 2012 11:51:45 GMT -5
No. Mustang Sydney.
Her green Saleen has the hood up in the parking lot and the dark haired Deviant has her inked hands working into the inner working of the car. one of her knuckles is bleeding from getting deep into the charging of her spark plugs. She has a few things on the edge of the car balancing. A screwdriver, the air intake hose unit and some B12 chem tool. She appears to be doing just fine on her own, but reattaching the hoses after getting them off is always a bitch.
She glances up now and then to the parking lot around her. No one seems to be out of the target zone for Anti-Establishment dropping you with a trailblaizer before you even realize its coming.
Except Sydney. She seems to be immune lately to the boys destructions. Windsor has even almost started a "witchburning" in regard to her thinking they were all together.
"Thinking I am in kahoots with Myke and Aaron..He has to be out of his damned mind."
She murred to herself as she slipped her hand back into the guts of her green monster, trying to reattach the air intake.
CONT..by anyone.
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Post by windsor on Jun 21, 2012 12:40:06 GMT -5
Sydney continues working, completely oblivious of the figure creeping out of the shadows behind her. Ironically, it is none other than Mr. Revival himself. He has a serious bone to pick with the Revival Legacy champ. He has a few questions that need answering, and its just his luck that he's stumbled across The Deviant.
He stops and watches her work for a second, highly impressed. She truly was a woman of many surprises and many talents. He'd never pegged her to be a mechanic as well, but then again, getting to know her, he should have expected nothing less. The Deviant could do it all. She was an amazing wrestling, a seemingly decent mechanic ... and ...
He furrowed his brow as the next word crossed his mind.
... a traitor.
"Well, if it isn't The Deviant..." He says cooly, catching her by surprise. He takes a step closer towards her, shaking his head. "Or should I say, The Traitor?"
He stands there eagerly awaiting her response.
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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 21, 2012 13:13:05 GMT -5
A "you have got to be kidding" smirk crossed her crimson lips as she glanced up to see Kerry standing there watching her.
"Well if it isn't a shitty town in Canada, Windsor."
She leans up from leaning over the car and grabs her screwdriver and leans back down to start screwing pieces back on. She lets her dark lined eyes lift up from the work before her.
"Traitor? Oh right. You think Adams and Blaize have me in their back pocket or something. Well, I hate to break it to you, luv, but they.."
She adds more torque to the twisting of the screwdriver as her eyes move back down to her task. Her teeth grit a bit as she ratchets.
"...wouldnt lower themselves to form a clique that I would be given an invitation to."
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Post by windsor on Jun 21, 2012 13:35:24 GMT -5
Kerry studies her for a moment and takes in her words. As much as he wants to believe her, he doesn't. He lets out a light chuckle as if she's said something highly amusing.
"That's bullshit Syd. You and I both know it. Those two could have destroyed you the other night, yet for some reason they choose to let you go? Why is that?"
This is something that he truly wants to know. The Anti-Establishment has been ruthless over the past couple of weeks, yet somehow they found it in their darkened hearts to show Sydney mercy and let her go. It just didn't make sense. There was something amiss and Kerry intended on finding out what it was.
"There's got to be a reason Syd, and I'm convinced that you know what that reason is." he says pointing an accusing finger at her.
"So go ahead ... let it out."
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Post by Myke Adams on Jun 21, 2012 14:41:43 GMT -5
Ah shut the fuck up, Windsor. Sydney LaRoux answers to NO ONE...
A voice booms, one that both Sydney and Kerry both know well by this point in their careers, and lives. It's Myke Adams, he steps between Windsor and LaRoux and grabs the screwdriver from Syd's hands. Windsor sneering as his eyes narrow and glare into Adams. Syd bites her lips a bit, but appears just as shocked by Myke's arrival.
Tune up in the lot, you really are a one of a kind woman Syd... Syd? HEY?!
Myke snaps his fingers, Syd was busy shrugging and shaking her head side to side at Windsor. Kerry looked to be boiling over by this point, ready to smash Adams.
Fuck him, really... He's a buncha hot air. Let's get ya rollin so you can get back to the babe at home.
Adams grins slightly, as he works on getting things back in order under Syd's Stang's hood he glares up at Windsor and rolls his eyes.
We haven't had a reason to 'drop' the Deviant, she does a fine job of keeping in line with the kinda changes we like to see around this stinkhole. You on the other hand 'Mr.Revival' are exactly what peeps like Syd and I can't stand... A puppet. How's that going 'face of the company'. How's it feeling inside to be a total sellout?
Myke exhales in a doubting tone, he glances at Syd and winks. Motioning to her with his head as she realizes he is helping her out... He seems to be asking for a hand.
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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 21, 2012 15:05:54 GMT -5
Shocked by Mykes arrival, she can only smile as he slides into the familiar brotherly role that she had always known him to be in, good or bad front.
She offers Myke her help again as if he had always been under there tinkering with it with her. Sydney smiles at Myke as he calls out Windsor. Something about the inked up veteran still caught her eye, as he always did..but she never said anything to indicate anything other than them being like minded colleagues.
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Post by Myke Adams on Jun 21, 2012 15:16:42 GMT -5
Myke nudges Syd, they continue to work at the engine of the Stang. Windsor balls his fist now, his knuckles a light shade of white as he has almost been 'bumped' out of this equation. Adams looks up and slightly raises his brow...
Don't you have some babies to kiss, t-shirts to sign... Something to do sides run your mouth?
Windsor goes to get back into Myke, but Kerry shakes his head in anger as Adams turns his head back to Syd and goes back to work helping her out...
Da dun dun da, Mr. Reeeevival...
Syd smirks, she peers over Myke at Kerry. Windsor is not happy, and Myke's arrival made things seem even more complicated with everyone's Anti-Establishment accusations.
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Post by Benny on Jun 21, 2012 16:41:58 GMT -5
Ben Hanson
Ooh, nice car...
Says the 'Metal Heart' as he happens to be walking by, only to leave since this place is full of people who swing bats at his head, beat him with glass covered fists ... and Myke Adams. |
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Post by windsor on Jun 21, 2012 17:07:22 GMT -5
Kerry just shakes his head at the scene unfolding before him. It isn't doing anything to dissolve his suspicions, as a matter of fact it is only bolstering them.
"Actions speak louder than words Syd." He says, his voice a low growl. "And right now I'm seeing all that I need to see."
He eyes the two other Revival stars like a hawk as they continue to work on the car. He then turns and glares at Ben Hanson who is walking off in the distance.
"This isn't over." he snarls as he gives LaRoux and Adams one more glare, before spitting on the ground and storming off behind Hanson.
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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 21, 2012 20:20:58 GMT -5
"Actions do speak louder than words Kerry, and when push comes to shove, you will see that not everything is what it appears to be."
Whatever she meant was hidden in those words. As cryptic as they are, she has an unspoken knowledge behind them. Could it have been about Anti-Establishment? Maybe about Sher? It was hard to tell but she went back to the work with Myke. She even moves closer against Myke and playfully nudges him back like two children fighting for the same spot in an area.
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Post by Myke Adams on Jun 21, 2012 20:29:47 GMT -5
Adams watches Windsor go after Hanson, he laughs a bit. Then glances to Sydney, Adams nudges her again breaking a grin over her face.
Bet they had a threesome with that Washington chickenhead, and Windsor is butthurt cause he got to be the odd man out afterward...
Sydney smirks wider, her eyes just gazing over Myke's face. He has a smile going he hasn't had in some time. He then breaks the smile and looks at Syd with a serious frown.
I told Becky I wasn't coming back again, ever.
LaRoux stood up now from her lean into the hood compartment, Myke standing as well. He grabbed a grease wrag she had laying over the front clip of the car and began wiping his hands clean a bit.
Last year when I was hurt, that fucking bitch was intercepting my fan mail by bucket loads and dumping it. All the time... The post office showed my surveillance cameras catching her in the act... Ask me if I wanted to press charges... Can't trust in anything anymore ya know? I got Blaize backing me up inside Revival, but outside the arena... I feel like a lone wolf lost in the snow...
Myke shrugged a bit, this was probably the most intimate, and sincere thing he had said to another human being in months. His crystalline greens were soft a bit with what seemed like sadness, Syd went to place a hand at his arm when she jolted back by him grabbing the hood and slamming it shut.
FUCK THAT! Who cares anymore right, fuck em all anymore. Forget I said anything Syd, how bout cranking this beast up? I wanna hear it rumble...
TBC by Dinopus...
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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 21, 2012 21:25:31 GMT -5
"Well then.." She whispered under her breath.
Sydney wasn't sure what to say to that revelation of truth. It was true because she could see it in his eyes. Those green eyes that she had stared into many times on the same side, and opposing sides. To be honest, her and Myke had a very unsorted past but not the type that people gossip about. They had just been put through the ringer and back again with prior career endeavors in the same promotions. They weren't as close as they once were, but that was just one of the many things unsaid and undone between them in Syd's eyes.
She moved into the car and twisted the key and it purred to life. She laughed softly, that charming addictive smile.
"Well look at that..aren't you a godsend." Her voice trailed off as she turned the car off and looked up at Myke leaning against the window of the Mustang now.
"Myke, Look, I'm mighty sorry about Becky but you know how she was. Kinda like if you see a snake and then pick up the snake, you know its a snake, right? and if it bites you brah, can't say you didn't know the risk."
Maybe it was the new mother inside of her, or the way he looked at her, but she wanted to ease the pain he was holding onto. If not her, who else could understand where he had been and not judged him for it?
Syd nervously smiled at his inked hand rubbing along the mustangs windowless sill. She could tell the moment between them was coming to an end so she spoke up suddenly.
"Were you serious about that Twitter post last week? the kick or kiss thing. I have to know just to, ya know, have peace of mind ." A smirk played on her lips.
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Post by Myke Adams on Jun 22, 2012 1:06:36 GMT -5
Myke leaned down now, glaring for a moment in at Syd. His face still slightly holding onto his frustration. She bit her lip a bit and went to speak when his face suddenly lightened up as he smirked back in at her and even winked.
Dead serious...
Myke pressed his right index and middle finger tip against his lips and kissed it. He then reached that hand in and pressed those same finger tips against Syd's cheek gently. He smiled slightly again as he stood up from his lean against the Stang.
You better get rollin, babe's prob waitin for momma. I'll hit ya on Twitter and see how it ran. Thanks Syd, seriously. A lot of people passing their judgment, you are always a rock... One with a perfect grin.
Myke said this and then kinda seemed to wait for her to say something else... His eyes following her every little movement intently.
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Post by Sydney Effin LaRoux on Jun 22, 2012 1:34:58 GMT -5
Sydney smiles at the gesture and she nods in a slow motion of her head.
"You better stop that before the scamps start talking about us. But you're right. i have the babysitter only fifteen minutes more and he is awaiting mommy. If you ever need to talk, Myke, I am here for you. As always."
Sydney turns the car over again and it rumbles in a delicious rumble as she shifts it into reverse. She looks back at Myke and gives that grin of hers as she pulls off and leaves the parking lot.
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