Post by lauradavoe on Feb 11, 2018 10:44:10 GMT -5
Laura DaVoe
Clucking hens and swollen cocks
<11:37 a.m.>
<Tuesday, February 6th, 2018>
<The American Southwest>
<<< The cacophonous symphony of chickens clucking, squawking, talons grating on metal, and the occasional rooster confused as to what time it is apparently, as they call out—announcing the beginning of the day—though that time has come and passed already. The sounds greet you before the image does; Laura DaVoe standing with hands on her hips, as she talks to a middle-aged man in jeans, white t-shirt and large, straw hat; they are both standing by a large, black Ford wide-bed truck. She’s wearing a plain, blue tank top and jeans, boots shinning blackly complete her understated look, and the aforementioned chickens are cooped up in a large cage in the back. >>>
Farmer -- So, about 30 of 'em, by my reckoning.
DaVoe –Yeah, I think that will do nicely this time Dave. Well, should be good anyway. I'm guessing that will be plenty for me to keep on hand, and plenty for my…friends.
Dave – Shit, about as friendly as a car salesman when you come back to ‘em knowing he stuck ya with a lemon. Ain’t gonna do nothing but piss in yur cup, stare at the car, and tell ya to make lemonade with it, best I can figure!
< The two share a laugh for a bit, before Laura reaches into her back pocket, produces a check book, and after shuffling around some more, Dave produces a pen. >
Dave – Laura, you left the house without a pen? Was’a’use of having that checkbook of yours if ya ain’t got nothing to sign your life away with?
DaVoe – I’d be nice, actually, if you lived in 2018, not 1958 Dave. We could do a wireless transfer between our banks. I could show how to do it right now actually, but I know that wouldn’t do any good.
Dave – Computer’s in the house, Miss Smart Mouth; ain’t got a smartphone though, don’t want one, and you know it. Phone’s ‘possed’ta make calls and that’s it, best I can figure. And well, you know how Melanie feels ‘bout ya.
DaVoe – Yeah I know how… Mel feels about me.
Dave – Bad enough she runs at me with fingers a’waggin every time we do business. But shit, I figure she ain’t complaining with that much more money in the checkin account, right?
DaVoe – Again, when you’re right, you’re right. It’s…well it’s a goddamned shame she won’t try to let me apologize.
Dave – I love her Laura, I really do; but fuck it--ain't none of 'em can be perfect, not Mel, not nobody. She’s too blind ta see who was really in the wrong, then…
DaVoe – It’s been too many years Dave, I’m not crying about it anymore. Until next time, o.k.?
< Dave has a faraway look for awhile, before glancing down at the check, nodding, and folding it neatly once before slipping it in his back pocket. >
Dave – Well despite her bitchin, you come around anytime you need anything—‘specially when I know them…dogs’a’yurs ain’t running around my farm.
DaVoe – The staff keeps a pretty good handle on the perimeters of the fence. Any time we even get a hint of a suspicion that they’re digging holes, we seal them up. Nope, it’s the regular coyotes you’ve gotta deal with. Anyway, I’ve got some business to attend to.
< Looking at the camera with a smile, he looks back to DaVoe. >
Dave – Strange business that is, I knew you was strong an all, but never figured you a wrestler Laura. Come ‘ta think on it, never figured you for a lot of things. Anyway, I got a turkey hoagie with my name on it, and she’s callin pretty loud and sharp--and I ain't talkin about...about her nagging voice, I can tell ya.
<<< Laura and Dave just nod at each other, before Dave does a 360 and, following the movement he’s heading in, see him starting to walk the seven or eight-hundred feet or so back to the two story ranch house that he calls home. Laura DaVoe walks straight towards us and when getting within five feet or so, stops and flashes a quick grin. >>>
DaVoe – Well, looks like it’s finally time to introduce something new to the diet: their diet, I should say. I figure my little family deserves something special for their one year anniversary, so to speak. Come on, daylight’s burning, and I’m not going to let it burn idly.
<<< As we look to her climbing into the driver’s seat, we fade away. When we come back, the truck is rambling along a single lane road barely wide enough for the truck, it seems, as we look ahead. A moment later, our attention turns towards DaVoe. >>>
DaVoe – Radio’s busted, and I got bored making the drive; sometimes half an hour goes by in what seems like a handful of eye blinks, and sometimes it seems to stretch on and on like the sands in and around my home. Friendly folk out here…for the most part.
< Laura is quite for a time, and while she’s busy concentrating on the road, it does seem like she’s contemplative at the same time. >
DaVoe – Well I’m not going to get into the past here, not now. Not…not with the way I feel right now. This is time better spent talking about all the buzz happening in the wrestling world. The buzz is a lot like following a worker bee on its erratic journey, eventually bringing you to the hive. The hive, in the form of Action Wrestling, has been stirred up into real activity, now that the first Clash is nearly upon us. We know the first round brackets, and so we sharpen our stingers, and buzz as loudly as we can. Alex Richards, question I wanna know is, are you all buzz and no sting, like a honeybee that just wants to be left alone? That's the majority of A'Dub, it seems to me. Or maybe you're a hornet, and ready to tear into anything that comes near; the sting all too real, a sting that is accompanied by the buzz.
< We come up to an intersection, and make a left, and as we look back over to the CoyWolf, she grabs at a water bottle that was resting in its cup holder, before being lifted up and brought to Laura’s mouth. After a few gulps, she puts it back down and puts her right hand back on the wheel. >
DaVoe – I haven’t heard you crow and squawk yet, but I know it’s coming. That’s fine; part of the game, isn’t it? I’m doing it right now, but thing is, it’s all going to come down to what happens here and now, in 2018, in ACTION WRESTLING—not anywhere else. Much like the chickens hemming and hawing in the back, they’re making a lot of noise because their agitated, but to me, it’s just noise. Sorry PETA, but chickens are a goddamned part of the American dream called livestock; fat fucks don’t get their Double Downs at KFC without ‘em, much like snowflake fuckin hipsters don’t get their free-ranged, cruelty-free chicken, quinoa, and kale salad without their ‘sacrifice’. Anyway, that’s all most everyone is to me here. Most of the men are roosters who think they are the shit and strut around as if they’ve already proved themselves, as if all the hens are going to tear down the coops just to get at them. Most of the women here, while it does my heart proud to see the roster has almost as many women as men, most of them are squawking hens. They take to twitter, and they peck away at it, and flaunt pictures of how great they look in this outfit, or flash too much cleavage in that outfit. And don’t take me for jealous at cup size; that’s not all a man looks for, trust me ladies! It's just that, your all feathers and no substance, to keep using the chicken theme I've got going. Anyway, gotta stop this here, for a moment; we’re not far from my land, and no one needs to know where I live.
<<< Black envelops everything we see, until we see the brightness of a mostly sunlit gym. It’s a small gym at that, a stair climber and a treadmill in the back, right corner—the only modern equipment in the temple to athleticism. A long row of free weights takes up the rest of the back wall. Laura’s at the only other station; a classic barbell setup—she’s got a white sports top on and black yoga pants. The stacks she’s got to either the left or right don’t look too intensive, though she’s sweating freely as she sits up and grabs at a bottle of water nearby. After draining a huge portion of it, she looks intensely at us. >>>
DaVoe – A-Dick; that’s what I’m hearing your nickname to be. So, another swollen cock prancing around the chicken coop, in the end—as I would have guessed—you’re like most of the rest. I’m hearing how great you were in other organizations: how wonderful for you. You can go back and look at your old footage then and reminisce. You’re a favorite to get to the finals of this tournament and win: how fantastic for you. I might have to say this a few times for everyone to wake up and realize the truth, but the past doesn’t mean shit here. This is the here and now, and while past accomplishments might be an indicator of how hot, or not, you are… Well, it’s not a true litmus test for where you are at currently. You can go back and look at my Japanese footage, and see I kicked ass over there, but who gives a shit. I’ll tell everyone myself; who gives a shit what I did in Japan! I touted a few of these accomplishments the first time I spoke with you, AW fans, and I feel a bit like a hypocrite now. I guess, being a women in a mixed gender sport, you have to do so—at least a little. Men don’t think you belong, they don’t think you can accomplish anything in this sport, etc., etc., etc. At least, some do. So, yeah I felt it necessary to tout some of my accomplishments in the past. You’ve been quiet thus far Richards, a bit of an enigma; and I say, embrace the unknown and mold it as you can.
<<< Laura gets up and grabs a previously unseen towel laying underneath the bench, wipes away her perspiration, and tosses the towel onto the bench. >>>
DaVoe – The other part of my little gym is my pool—I did at least let myself splurge on that.
<<< She strips her pants off in a flash, to reveal a white bikini bottom underneath, then continues walking through a narrow hallway, and about five feet later, walks into the expanse of what looks to be an Olympic sized pool. At the deep end, there are jets and a sectioned off portion of the pool, while the rest is normal. Like the gym before it, the area is mostly sunlit, though not outside. Laura walks over to a small, circular table of glass with two lounge chairs, and sits down. >>>
DaVoe – Swimming, perhaps one of the best workouts for your body, quite frankly. At least, I think so; I don’t like to push too far into just cardio, or too far into just weights, so yeah, if you ask me, this is the best of all worlds. A bit like me really; combining the best of a few different styles. You never know what the tide will bring, as far as I’m concerned. However, let me tell you one thing lil Dicky; be careful, cause a submission could come at any time. That’s all I’m thinking about, when I’m in that ring: how am I ending this match for you. You can fly around the ring, and I’ll get you to the mat eventually. You can try and out power me, and I’ll slip around your moves and I’ll get you on that mat. It’s only a matter of time before I make you submit; that’s all I’m thinking about, and when I’m that focused on something, when I’m laser focused on making you tap, it will happen. It might take awhile, I might get beat up a bit, or maybe even a lot, but I’ll slap one of my many submissions on you, in the end; everyone taps out to what the CoyWolf brings: EVERYONE!
<<< Laura gets up then, takes a few running steps, and dives into blue water, and blue washes over what you see as we fade away from Laura's view point, for the time being. >>>