Survivor (Sequel to Beauty Released)

Talk to me, tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all The same
You lit a fuse and now
I'm tickin' away, like a bomb. Yeah baby
Talk to me, tell me your sign
You're switchin' sides like a Gemini
You're playin' games
And now you're hittin' my heart, Like a drum. Yeah baby

As "She Bangs" plays throught out the hotel bar, Tylene looks at me and flashes me one of her 1000 watt smiles. She gets up out of her chair and stands a few feet away, staring at me. She still has on her tiny, tight white shorts, high white lace up boots, and a red bikini top with the white maple leaves on it.

Well if Lady Luck Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up,
Till she knocks me out
She walks like she talks,
And she talks like she walks

Ty begins to swing her hips seductively. She's giving me that look. Her hazel eyes are twinkling mischeviously. I smile at her, shaking my head. Only Ty.

She bangs, she bangs
Oh baby, she moves, She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history

She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That the woman's got one thing
On her mind

She moves closer to me, licking her lips, swaying her hips.

"Ty... we're in a public place." I tell her with a teasing note in my voice.

She lets out a naughty giggle as she licks my earlobe. She pulls away from my chair and goes back to where she was oringinally dancing.

Talk to me, tell me your name
I'm just a link in your daisy chain
Your rap sounds like a diamond
Map, to the stars Yeah baby

Talk to me, tell me the news
You wear me out like a Pair of shoes
We'll dance until the band
Goes home, Then you're gone.Yeah baby

She sways her hips some more. Then she begins playing with the top straps of her bikini top.She arches her back and throws her head back.

Well if it looks like love should be a crime
They'd better lock me up for life
I'll do the time
With a smile on my face
Thinkin' of her in her leather and lace

She then straightens her gorgeous body back up. She put her hands up above her head and begins moving both her torso and her hips, all the while, she is looking at me.

She bangs, she bangs
Oh baby, she moves, she moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history

She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That the woman's got one thing
On her mind

She turns around in a circle. Her long silky blond hair moving with her to the rythm of the music.

Man, if Lady Luck Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up,
Till she knocks me out
She walks like she talks,
And she talks like she walks

She being dancing her way towrds me again.

She bangs, she bangs
Oh baby, she moves, She moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history

She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way
She moves, she moves
No one ever looked so fine
She reminds me
That the woman's got one thing
On her mind

"Come on baby, let's go upstairs." she whispers to me as she pulls me out of my chair.

I wake up. I sit bolt upright in bed and look around. My eyes scan the room. The guestroom I have been sleeping there since.... I lay my head back on the pillow and sigh. Another night of having this dream. Another night of being alone. I roll over and look at the clock. Three-thirty AM. I let out another sigh as I run my hand through my hair. I throw the cover off of me. I get up out of the bed and throw on my pastel turquoise robe.

I leave the guest bedroom and go down the stairs. I pick up the portable phone and begin dialing a number as I go over to the couch and sit down. It rings and rings and rings.

"Hello?" comes a groggy voice on the other line.

"Hi." I say.

I hear a sigh on the other line.

"Girl, what in the hell are you doing calling me at this hour?" Nash says in a tired voice.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Hey yo. Who is it??" I hear Hall ask sleeply.

"Guess."

"Damn! What is she doing waking people up at this hour? What the hell time is it anyway?" I heard him ask Nash.

"Tell Scott it's a little after three-thirty." I tell him.

"Have you been awake all night?" he asks me.

"No, I was asleep some..."

"Had the dream again, didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

The is a silence as both of us is in thought.

"Man, we have to be in Cleveland in the morning! Tell her to get some sleep." I heard Hall moan in the backgound.

"I better let you go." I tell Nash as I let out a sigh.

"Ok kiddo. Look, if you ever want to talk, you know my pager number. Just page. Night."

"Night." I say.

I push the button on the phone, lay down on the couch and try to go back to sleep.

I awake, look around the living room, and then go over to the phone. I then remember that Nash and Hall aren't home, and I sit down and think for a minute. Something has to be done. It's been three weeks now. And then a little voice pops into my head. I shake it away and try to ignore it. But the voice gets louder. Not being able to ignore it any longer, I head up the stairs and to the guest bathroom to get a shower and get dressed.

~*~
"I'm sorry ma'am. I know how upset you must be, but because of the circumstances, we can't do what you are asking us to do." Says the district attorney,

"Yes, you can! Someone has to make Brad Siegal pay!" I yell.

"Didn't Ms. Buck commit suicide?"

"Yes."

"Then why should we charge Mr. Siegal murder?"

"It's a cause and effect issue. Had Brad Siegel not have fired her, she wouldn't have been depressed enough to take her own life. You're lucky I'm not asking you to charge Vince McMahon with murder as well."

"And why is that?"

"Him not hiring her and putting her in the WWF was the straw that broke the camel's back!"

"And how do you know that the WWF didn't want her?"

"Because I have the converstion she had with Jim Ross on the answering machine. I saved it for evidence!" I shout at him.

The district attorney shakes his head at me.

"I'm sorry, there is nothing my office can do. Her death was a suicide. I know you are hurting, but there is nothing the city or state can do to either of these men."

I stood up out of my chair.

"If you won't help me, then I will find someone who will!" I shout as I leave his office.

Three Days Later:

I sat in the airport sifting through a magazine. No one expects me to show up. This will the be great. And when Iím done, WCW will pay.

~*~

Two hours later, Iím in The Fleet Center in Boston. I walk through the doors, and people are looking at my in surprise. No one expected me to be here. I was released way the before Tylene and others were, due to injuries.

Bill DeMott sees me and gives me a big hug.

"Girl! How have you been?!?!" he says to me.

"Iíve been better." I tell him.

"Rough, huh?" he says with a sympathetic look.

I nod my head slowly as I look around.

"Well, Iíll see you around the arena. I have some business to take care of."

"You coming back?"

"After what this company did to Tylene? Hell no!"

He gaives me another hug and then I go into the ladies locker room. Allison is in the room, by herself. She has her back turned to me. She has no clue I am in the room.

"I see the Nitro Girls are still here in WCW." I say outloud.

"What? Oh hi." she says to me as she gives me a funny look as if she didnít know why I was in the Fleet Center.

"Iíve always wondered why they kept you Nitro Girls. You guys didnít go to the Power Plant to train to take bumps, and wrestle. You werenít in any storylines. Hell, unlike the original girls, this batch wasnít on even on TV. And not to mention all you guys do is dance and dancing has nothing to do with wrestling." I say to her as I keep getting closer and closer to her.

"We, we were lucky, I guess." she says nervously.

"Well, bitch. Your luck just ran out. By the way, donít take this personal."

With that I give her a fierce punch in her right jaw. I then grab her by her red hair and slam her face first into a locker. Again, and again, and again. Her nose is bleeding now. But all I can see is Tylene crying, saying WCW released her. I kick Allison in the abdomen. I grab her by her hair once more and drag her out of the locker room. She is screaming for help, but all I can hear is Tyleneís crying, sobbing. I see a wall that has a window in it.

"You Nitro sluts should have went to the Power Plant and learned to fight." I tell her as I throw her through the window.

Glass shatters everywhere as her blue-leopard covered body is thrown through the window. She lands hard on the concrete floor. She lays there, her outfit has a tear in it, glass is in her hair, on her body, her forehead has a slight gash. But Iím not done with her yet. Oh no. I hurl myself through the now opening in the window and land not so gracefully, getting a sliver of glass in my hand. I see a huge piece of glass lying on the floor. As I go to pick it up, I feel someone hit me from behind. I turn around to see Jennifer standing there.

"So, you want a piece of me too? Fine with me." I tell her as I sneer at her.

She stands there with her hands on her hips, but not for long. I give her a sidekick, hitting her left jaw.

"They kept YOU! The Nitro Girls. The DANCING Girls. Why?!?! WHY?" I tell her as I begin choking her.

The side of her mouth is bleeding slightly from the kick I gave her. I reach around and grab her by her dark brown hair and slam her hard, face first on the concrete floor that is covered in glass. I see Tylene laying in our bed, not eating, depressed.

"You...did...absolutley...nothng." I tell Jennifer as I stomp on the middle of her back repeatedly.

With Allison still unconcious, and Jennifer laying on the floor moaning and weeping, I go back to the huge piece of glass I saw earlier. I pick it up. It has a sharp point at the top of it. I see Tylene, in our bathtub, blood everywhere. I turn my attention back to Jennifer and Allison. I go over to where Jennifer is laying and turn her over so she is laying on her back. I stadle her abdomen and lower myslef on her.

"Starr, dear Starr. Iím going to make you bleed the way my Tylene bled the day she killed herself." I whispered in her ear as I ran my hands through her dark brown hair.

She weakly mumbles no and shakes her head side to side.

"You donít have a choice in the matter. Tylene was fired without a choice. She died and I didnít have a choice in that either."

I kiss Jennifer hard and rough on the mouth, and then after I pull my face away from hers, I rear back and punch her in already sore left jaw, rendering her unconcious.

I see Tylene once more, her body in a body bag on a stretcher, being carried out of the house.

Just then Chavo runs in the room and pulls me off of Jennifer. Bill and Jerry run in the room and survey the damage.

"What have you done? What have you done?" yells Bill.

I donít answer him. I look silently around the room. At the two unconcious Nitro Girls, the broken window, and the destrution of the room. I then realize itís not the Nitro Girls I want. I have bigger fish to fry. I walk briskly out of the room and head towards the direction of the ring.