Da Prophet
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MD 140 - Callie Clark versus Eve Taylor [Gold Rush: Round 1]
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'Twas a tick after high noon when the lone ranger stumbled into the saloon. As the wooden doors flung open, the souls that herded the golden drinking fountain stared at the ranger who challenged the sun; her shadow cast ahead, standing as tall as she normally did when she made her presence known to the town folk. On this day, however, her physical being did not retain the same posture as her shadow.
She was beaten.
She was battered.
She was bruised.
Today, this lone ranger was not the protector of the people as she proclaimed herself to be. You see, this ranger recently partook in a duel against an old foe; an old friend she had defeated before, and claimed her stake as the better gunslinger. When it was time for this lone ranger to pull the trigger, she knew when it was time to pull the gun from the holster, and empty the chamber. She rarely missed, and she thought this day would not be any different. What she did not realise was that her old foe had not forgotten when the Kingdom came, and took away his chance to become as good as the lone ranger. This fuelled the fire inside his heart to prove to the world he was not some stable hand; he was the true outlaw around these parts. So, when the outlaw Flexed his authority over the lone ranger, she took his challenge with a grain of dirt. She was not aware he would bring his gang; a group of bandits who this Flexing outlaw utilised to gain the upper hand over the lone ranger. Despite the unfair fight, the lone ranger attempted to put up a fight, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not put the final bullet into this Flexing outlaw. She could not put down the outlaw in the end... the lone ranger had lost.
In her defeat, she hobbled over to the saloon, lucky to be walking out of the fight alive. She was in pain, and she desperately needed a drink. The towns folk inside, who were privy of the duel that had occurred, and once held the lone ranger in high regard, merely stared at her entrance. They did not murmur a word; a pin-drop could be heard from the silence. Normally, the towns folk would celebrate for the ranger when she came in to drink, before setting outside to defend against another challenger. This time, they glanced, before going about their own business in a quiet manner. They had enough respect for the lone ranger to let her enter in peace, and not bring up the loss... but they left her alone entirely, and attended to their own matters, as if the battle had not happened. For the lone ranger, a part of her wished she did not take this battle so lightly, but she did not bear that concern on her face. Instead, she hobbled on her one good leg, ordered a drink from the bar, and sat down next to her saloon sister; the one who sang safely to the tunes of the piano as she, too, enjoyed an alcoholic beverage: the singing Selena.
The lone ranger took her drink, and occupied the booth with Selena, taking her time in seating down. She had sustained injuries from the gentlemen's duel, and all she wished to do was recover with the only medicine she knew would heal her wounds: a cold drink, or rather, a alcoholic drink that could quench her pain.
"Can I sing you a song, Miss Taylor?" Selena asked with a smile.
Eve Taylor, the lone ranger, gave Selena a smile back, before she placed a hand on her head, leaning on her arm, and taking a swig.
"I'm afraid I've rattled my brain, my dear." She responded. "The ringing in my head could do without the extra noise, today."
"Noise? I do say, I'm a little offended by what you infer. I am the best voice in these here parts."
"Indeed, you are. I did not mean to offend... but, if you wouldn't mind refraining from your singing talents. Save your breath for some other time, when one deserves a victory tune."
Sienna scoffed at the request.
"Are you here to drown your sorrows, again? There is only so much a girl can listen before she gets bored of the same story."
She was correct. Every time the lone ranger would call into the saloon to spend time with the singing Selena, Miss Taylor told her every concern and problem that floated through her head. She had grown accustomed to Selena being there to listen, and assumed this was their relationship. It was hard for someone who fancied them a lone ranger to talk to others; she wasn't the lone ranger for nothing, wandering the wilderness alone in search of fulfilling a destiny she fabricated for herself. Being by oneself was taxing to her sanity; she could only talk to herself for so long before one would begin losing her mind. That is what she used Selena for, and she never minded... but the lone ranger forgets that others can only take so much before they, too, start losing their minds.
Even so, Selena was still worried about the ranger, who was not looking the slightest bit comfortable.
"How are your injuries?" She queried. "You took a beating out there."
The lone ranger leaned back to allow Selena to take a good look at her face. Her eyes were stained white from the gunpowder; the fight was a long endurance for Miss Taylor, and both gunslingers traded many shots. So much so that the Flexing outlaw's friendly bandit resorted to using the gunpowder itself as a weapon, blinding the lone ranger. As if her facing the heat of the sun wasn't blinding enough. Upon this revelation, Selena pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, and went to clean up the eyes of the lone ranger. Yet, Miss Taylor held up her hand, signalling she was fine. Selena slowly sat back down, looking a little concerned at the ranger's arrogance.
"I'm fine. A little powder in the eyes never hurt anyone."
"But that scoundrel broke the rules of the gentlemen's duel. You can't allow him roam around these streets proclaiming himself to be the best. It's not his right. He unjustly took it away from you."
The lone ranger laughed before taking another drink.
"Why do you laugh?"
"What use would there be for me to sit here, and complain to you, that I lost to this outlaw in an unfair way? Would I not be perceived as dastardly as the outlaw who stole this victory by claiming such a crime was acted upon me? Why stoop to the outlaw's level, and request another duel, to prove myself? Let the people who witnessed what happened decide for themselves who truly was the winner."
"But he stole..."
"I doesn't matter what he stole from me, my dear. What's done is done. All I can do is let the outlaw be on his way, and for me to recover my injuries. He came prepared for our duel, more so than I could ever imagine. And I didn't let him take that victory easily, neither. I gave him a good fight."
Miss Taylor took another swig as Selena shook her head in disbelief.
"He was determined, that outlaw. He showed off his skills, taking me on with one hand. He was successful, too, lifting me above his shoulders for the crowd's pleasure, and throwing me around like a sack of potatoes. He took out my ankle, and forced me to submit to him. No matter the physical punishment, I refused to give up. When I fought back, and put him in a position to submit, he almost faded. I almost had him, if it weren't for him falling down the wrong way, and his arm landing ropes, allowing him to escape from me. For this reason, I shall never become a lumberjack. That must've panicked him, because the outlaw proceeded to fight dirty, with the powdery chalk in my eyes, and his bandit friend attempting to interfere on his behalf. Then, he attempted to flexicute me. Once, he tried, but I got back up. He reloaded his gun, spinning it in his finger, looking cocky enough to win. The spin and win, as they say. But in my last defense, I disarmed him, showing him I wasn't down just yet. If he was going to end me, he needed to try again. A second time, he went to flexicute me. For a second time, I got back up to my knees. The disbelief in his eyes... after everything he had done, and the punishment he inflicted on me, he could not end me. To activate the charm, he went to flexicute me for a third time, and this time, I did not get up. I was down. He was the only one standing. He defeated me..."
A silence grew over the two as Selena absorbed in what happened from the lone ranger's perspective, and Miss Taylor reflected on the battle that took place. Whilst she was disappointed at the lengths the Flexing outlaw took to put her down, and overtake her, she felt no point dwelling on these feelings. There was nobody to appeal to, and restart the duel. Should she confront the outlaw, he would refuse the right to another match, and would mock her for her ignorance. All she could do was reflect, and move on to her next endeavour.
"What will you do now?" Selena asked with the only question she could.
Miss Taylor did not answer immediately. Instead, she took another gulp of her drink. As she placed down her drink, she closed her eyes and enjoyed that final bit of beverage soothing her throat, and drowning away the pain.
"Well... I'm going to enjoy this here alcohol, and wash away the pain that is plaguing my ankle and head; I ain't listening to no doctor who wishes for bed rest. I have no intention of stopping now despite one losing effort. I'm going to take that defeat, and the injuries I have sustained, and keep on with the frontier. There are other opportunities out there for me; I'll let my old friend Al cure me of any physical pain."
"That sounds dangerous."
"Maybe, but I can't afford to let myself be restricted to a mattress with the Gold Rush happening. Every man and their dog will be there, looking to claim the fortune of a lifetime. I am still in fighting conditions, and my hope has grown larger since this defeat. If I can survive three consecutive flexicutions in the one duel, and every disadvantage under the high noon's sun, only then I am considered defeatable... what is stopping me from conquering the harsh conditions of the Gold Rush?"
The lone ranger finished her drink, and began standing up. Selena got up to help, but Miss Taylor refused any assistance. She needed to do this alone; to stand on her own two feet, and start the difficult journey again.
"You do not wish to rest but for one night?"
"No rest for the weary."
"Well, at least allow me to send you off."
The singing sensation and the lone ranger slowly exited the saloon.
"What is your first stop on your journey toward the Gold Rush?"
"I have a date with one of the sisters. The Clark Sisters. You've heard of them?"
"The ones who change their identity constantly, pleading innocence to the men in front of their faces whilst they steal from their pockets when they face their backs?"
"They fancy themselves as 'cause players'; the girls who justify their actions due to them simply playing the game that the men have created. Do I blame them in the slightest? Not really, for they were affected by the actions of the largest, and dirtiest gang of bandits known around these parts... the Sixth Gang."
"The sixth gang?"
"Yes. They are known as 'VI'. They are the ones who manipulate the game, and find gold through the underhanded of means. One day, I will deal with the Sixth Gang: VI. Should I become successful through the Gold Rush, the leader of the Six, Justin Cooper, will take notice, and look to challenge me to a duel for the most precious gold they own. However, I digress... when the Clark Sisters came to town, the Sixth Gang heard of their travels, and greeted them at the gates. It was a Supershow: the Clark Sisters against the Sixth Gang. If the sisters grew their notoriety, this would've been a massive event for bandits and outlaws alike... but, the Sisters were dealt with swiftly, and the gold they claimed to take from the Sixth Gang was stripped away from them, and to this day, nobody knows where they have hidden the gold.
"But since then, the Clark Sisters, namely the one who identifies herself as the Callous Clark, has been determined to instil fear amongst the many. In every duel she's had since the battle with VI, the Sixth Gang, she has not lost. Every duel she has entered, she has won. Some with her sister, some on her own. Either way, Callous Clark is becoming a dangerous threat, and she is on her way to succeeding in the Gold Rush, especially since every opponent she has defeated have been women. For two sisters who change identities to capture the hearts of men, and plead their innocence, they've been effective against those women rangers who challenge them. This is something I must consider: I took the Flexing outlaw lightly, and underestimated him. I will not do the same with Callous Clark."
The two have reached the door of the saloon, and they exit. The lone ranger heads over to her steed, and greets it with a smile. However, before she looks to hop on, Selena asks Miss Taylor one more question.
"What will you do to get past the Clark Sister?"
Miss Taylor takes a moment, before turning back to Selena.
"Anything I can to make it to the Gold Rush, my dear. Whilst I will avenge my loss to the Flexing outlaw, I have some unfinished business with the Sixth Gang that I wish to end. The leader of the VI took away something dear to me at the Lottery a while back, and I intend to be the one to claim it back. To get to him, I must get to the Gold Rush. As much as Callous Clark, and her sister, wish to do the same, they will not be allowed to pass me. The momentum might be on her side, and I do feel sympathy for her, but the sun is not setting on me today. I refuse to hop on my steed, and ride off into the sunset. Just because I lose the biggest duel in my time as the best gunslinger to not hold gold, doesn't mean it is time for me to become a recluse. My revolver still has bullets in the chamber, and I still have a list of targets I wish to put down... and 'tis only high noon."
The lone ranger looks at the sun.
"It's the height of the day. It's the height of my day, and I'm not going to let all this light go to waste. I'll rest when my day ends, my dear. Whilst I've still get plenty left to fight, I will continue blazing the trail in my search for gold, and the greatest riches one can earn around these parts... even if it means putting down those who I have no qualms with. Callous Clark might be a threat, and she might be dangerous, but she has not done anything malicious to me except stand in my way. As much as I respect her attempting to rise in this land ridden with the VI disease plaguing everybody, her time is not yet here to challenge the Sixth Gang. She is still young. She is still learning. She is still growing. I am already passed those stages, for I am reaching the peak, just as the sun today has reached its peak."
Miss Taylor approaches her steed.
"I can't remain depressed about one loss. I must get back on the horse, grab the reigns, and continue on with my journey, no matter how much it takes from me. I will do anything to reach the Gold Rush, and earn my place to challenge the leader of VI, and take away the most precious gold he owns. To Callous Clark, I'm sorry, but today is not your day. You are improving, and you are doing well, but you are not ready. I am ready. So please, don't take this personally, but I will come at you with the same ferocity as the Flexing outlaw came at me. I promise I will not cheat, but I will put you down if you don't move out of my way."
The lone ranger mounts her steed, grabs the reigns of the horse, and looks to head off. Before she does, Miss Taylor turns to Selena.
"Keep a glass cold for me when I get back."
Selena smiles. "Will do."
With that, Miss Taylor begins riding out of town, away from the saloon, still hurt and sore from her duels, but not discouraged from achieving her goals. She was determined to get to the Gold Rush, and challenge the leader of VI, Justin Cooper, for the biggest gold known to exist. It did not matter who she had to go up against, whoever might stand in her way along her journey to the Gold Rush, Miss Taylor was ready for any challenge.
If the Flexing outlaw went to such great lengths to merely slip out a victory against her at the Apocalypse, how would any other bandit, outlaw, or gunslinger who wished to step in front of her defeat the focused and determined lone ranger?
She was beaten.
She was battered.
She was bruised.
Today, this lone ranger was not the protector of the people as she proclaimed herself to be. You see, this ranger recently partook in a duel against an old foe; an old friend she had defeated before, and claimed her stake as the better gunslinger. When it was time for this lone ranger to pull the trigger, she knew when it was time to pull the gun from the holster, and empty the chamber. She rarely missed, and she thought this day would not be any different. What she did not realise was that her old foe had not forgotten when the Kingdom came, and took away his chance to become as good as the lone ranger. This fuelled the fire inside his heart to prove to the world he was not some stable hand; he was the true outlaw around these parts. So, when the outlaw Flexed his authority over the lone ranger, she took his challenge with a grain of dirt. She was not aware he would bring his gang; a group of bandits who this Flexing outlaw utilised to gain the upper hand over the lone ranger. Despite the unfair fight, the lone ranger attempted to put up a fight, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not put the final bullet into this Flexing outlaw. She could not put down the outlaw in the end... the lone ranger had lost.
In her defeat, she hobbled over to the saloon, lucky to be walking out of the fight alive. She was in pain, and she desperately needed a drink. The towns folk inside, who were privy of the duel that had occurred, and once held the lone ranger in high regard, merely stared at her entrance. They did not murmur a word; a pin-drop could be heard from the silence. Normally, the towns folk would celebrate for the ranger when she came in to drink, before setting outside to defend against another challenger. This time, they glanced, before going about their own business in a quiet manner. They had enough respect for the lone ranger to let her enter in peace, and not bring up the loss... but they left her alone entirely, and attended to their own matters, as if the battle had not happened. For the lone ranger, a part of her wished she did not take this battle so lightly, but she did not bear that concern on her face. Instead, she hobbled on her one good leg, ordered a drink from the bar, and sat down next to her saloon sister; the one who sang safely to the tunes of the piano as she, too, enjoyed an alcoholic beverage: the singing Selena.
The lone ranger took her drink, and occupied the booth with Selena, taking her time in seating down. She had sustained injuries from the gentlemen's duel, and all she wished to do was recover with the only medicine she knew would heal her wounds: a cold drink, or rather, a alcoholic drink that could quench her pain.
"Can I sing you a song, Miss Taylor?" Selena asked with a smile.
Eve Taylor, the lone ranger, gave Selena a smile back, before she placed a hand on her head, leaning on her arm, and taking a swig.
"I'm afraid I've rattled my brain, my dear." She responded. "The ringing in my head could do without the extra noise, today."
"Noise? I do say, I'm a little offended by what you infer. I am the best voice in these here parts."
"Indeed, you are. I did not mean to offend... but, if you wouldn't mind refraining from your singing talents. Save your breath for some other time, when one deserves a victory tune."
Sienna scoffed at the request.
"Are you here to drown your sorrows, again? There is only so much a girl can listen before she gets bored of the same story."
She was correct. Every time the lone ranger would call into the saloon to spend time with the singing Selena, Miss Taylor told her every concern and problem that floated through her head. She had grown accustomed to Selena being there to listen, and assumed this was their relationship. It was hard for someone who fancied them a lone ranger to talk to others; she wasn't the lone ranger for nothing, wandering the wilderness alone in search of fulfilling a destiny she fabricated for herself. Being by oneself was taxing to her sanity; she could only talk to herself for so long before one would begin losing her mind. That is what she used Selena for, and she never minded... but the lone ranger forgets that others can only take so much before they, too, start losing their minds.
Even so, Selena was still worried about the ranger, who was not looking the slightest bit comfortable.
"How are your injuries?" She queried. "You took a beating out there."
The lone ranger leaned back to allow Selena to take a good look at her face. Her eyes were stained white from the gunpowder; the fight was a long endurance for Miss Taylor, and both gunslingers traded many shots. So much so that the Flexing outlaw's friendly bandit resorted to using the gunpowder itself as a weapon, blinding the lone ranger. As if her facing the heat of the sun wasn't blinding enough. Upon this revelation, Selena pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, and went to clean up the eyes of the lone ranger. Yet, Miss Taylor held up her hand, signalling she was fine. Selena slowly sat back down, looking a little concerned at the ranger's arrogance.
"I'm fine. A little powder in the eyes never hurt anyone."
"But that scoundrel broke the rules of the gentlemen's duel. You can't allow him roam around these streets proclaiming himself to be the best. It's not his right. He unjustly took it away from you."
The lone ranger laughed before taking another drink.
"Why do you laugh?"
"What use would there be for me to sit here, and complain to you, that I lost to this outlaw in an unfair way? Would I not be perceived as dastardly as the outlaw who stole this victory by claiming such a crime was acted upon me? Why stoop to the outlaw's level, and request another duel, to prove myself? Let the people who witnessed what happened decide for themselves who truly was the winner."
"But he stole..."
"I doesn't matter what he stole from me, my dear. What's done is done. All I can do is let the outlaw be on his way, and for me to recover my injuries. He came prepared for our duel, more so than I could ever imagine. And I didn't let him take that victory easily, neither. I gave him a good fight."
Miss Taylor took another swig as Selena shook her head in disbelief.
"He was determined, that outlaw. He showed off his skills, taking me on with one hand. He was successful, too, lifting me above his shoulders for the crowd's pleasure, and throwing me around like a sack of potatoes. He took out my ankle, and forced me to submit to him. No matter the physical punishment, I refused to give up. When I fought back, and put him in a position to submit, he almost faded. I almost had him, if it weren't for him falling down the wrong way, and his arm landing ropes, allowing him to escape from me. For this reason, I shall never become a lumberjack. That must've panicked him, because the outlaw proceeded to fight dirty, with the powdery chalk in my eyes, and his bandit friend attempting to interfere on his behalf. Then, he attempted to flexicute me. Once, he tried, but I got back up. He reloaded his gun, spinning it in his finger, looking cocky enough to win. The spin and win, as they say. But in my last defense, I disarmed him, showing him I wasn't down just yet. If he was going to end me, he needed to try again. A second time, he went to flexicute me. For a second time, I got back up to my knees. The disbelief in his eyes... after everything he had done, and the punishment he inflicted on me, he could not end me. To activate the charm, he went to flexicute me for a third time, and this time, I did not get up. I was down. He was the only one standing. He defeated me..."
A silence grew over the two as Selena absorbed in what happened from the lone ranger's perspective, and Miss Taylor reflected on the battle that took place. Whilst she was disappointed at the lengths the Flexing outlaw took to put her down, and overtake her, she felt no point dwelling on these feelings. There was nobody to appeal to, and restart the duel. Should she confront the outlaw, he would refuse the right to another match, and would mock her for her ignorance. All she could do was reflect, and move on to her next endeavour.
"What will you do now?" Selena asked with the only question she could.
Miss Taylor did not answer immediately. Instead, she took another gulp of her drink. As she placed down her drink, she closed her eyes and enjoyed that final bit of beverage soothing her throat, and drowning away the pain.
"Well... I'm going to enjoy this here alcohol, and wash away the pain that is plaguing my ankle and head; I ain't listening to no doctor who wishes for bed rest. I have no intention of stopping now despite one losing effort. I'm going to take that defeat, and the injuries I have sustained, and keep on with the frontier. There are other opportunities out there for me; I'll let my old friend Al cure me of any physical pain."
"That sounds dangerous."
"Maybe, but I can't afford to let myself be restricted to a mattress with the Gold Rush happening. Every man and their dog will be there, looking to claim the fortune of a lifetime. I am still in fighting conditions, and my hope has grown larger since this defeat. If I can survive three consecutive flexicutions in the one duel, and every disadvantage under the high noon's sun, only then I am considered defeatable... what is stopping me from conquering the harsh conditions of the Gold Rush?"
The lone ranger finished her drink, and began standing up. Selena got up to help, but Miss Taylor refused any assistance. She needed to do this alone; to stand on her own two feet, and start the difficult journey again.
"You do not wish to rest but for one night?"
"No rest for the weary."
"Well, at least allow me to send you off."
The singing sensation and the lone ranger slowly exited the saloon.
"What is your first stop on your journey toward the Gold Rush?"
"I have a date with one of the sisters. The Clark Sisters. You've heard of them?"
"The ones who change their identity constantly, pleading innocence to the men in front of their faces whilst they steal from their pockets when they face their backs?"
"They fancy themselves as 'cause players'; the girls who justify their actions due to them simply playing the game that the men have created. Do I blame them in the slightest? Not really, for they were affected by the actions of the largest, and dirtiest gang of bandits known around these parts... the Sixth Gang."
"The sixth gang?"
"Yes. They are known as 'VI'. They are the ones who manipulate the game, and find gold through the underhanded of means. One day, I will deal with the Sixth Gang: VI. Should I become successful through the Gold Rush, the leader of the Six, Justin Cooper, will take notice, and look to challenge me to a duel for the most precious gold they own. However, I digress... when the Clark Sisters came to town, the Sixth Gang heard of their travels, and greeted them at the gates. It was a Supershow: the Clark Sisters against the Sixth Gang. If the sisters grew their notoriety, this would've been a massive event for bandits and outlaws alike... but, the Sisters were dealt with swiftly, and the gold they claimed to take from the Sixth Gang was stripped away from them, and to this day, nobody knows where they have hidden the gold.
"But since then, the Clark Sisters, namely the one who identifies herself as the Callous Clark, has been determined to instil fear amongst the many. In every duel she's had since the battle with VI, the Sixth Gang, she has not lost. Every duel she has entered, she has won. Some with her sister, some on her own. Either way, Callous Clark is becoming a dangerous threat, and she is on her way to succeeding in the Gold Rush, especially since every opponent she has defeated have been women. For two sisters who change identities to capture the hearts of men, and plead their innocence, they've been effective against those women rangers who challenge them. This is something I must consider: I took the Flexing outlaw lightly, and underestimated him. I will not do the same with Callous Clark."
The two have reached the door of the saloon, and they exit. The lone ranger heads over to her steed, and greets it with a smile. However, before she looks to hop on, Selena asks Miss Taylor one more question.
"What will you do to get past the Clark Sister?"
Miss Taylor takes a moment, before turning back to Selena.
"Anything I can to make it to the Gold Rush, my dear. Whilst I will avenge my loss to the Flexing outlaw, I have some unfinished business with the Sixth Gang that I wish to end. The leader of the VI took away something dear to me at the Lottery a while back, and I intend to be the one to claim it back. To get to him, I must get to the Gold Rush. As much as Callous Clark, and her sister, wish to do the same, they will not be allowed to pass me. The momentum might be on her side, and I do feel sympathy for her, but the sun is not setting on me today. I refuse to hop on my steed, and ride off into the sunset. Just because I lose the biggest duel in my time as the best gunslinger to not hold gold, doesn't mean it is time for me to become a recluse. My revolver still has bullets in the chamber, and I still have a list of targets I wish to put down... and 'tis only high noon."
The lone ranger looks at the sun.
"It's the height of the day. It's the height of my day, and I'm not going to let all this light go to waste. I'll rest when my day ends, my dear. Whilst I've still get plenty left to fight, I will continue blazing the trail in my search for gold, and the greatest riches one can earn around these parts... even if it means putting down those who I have no qualms with. Callous Clark might be a threat, and she might be dangerous, but she has not done anything malicious to me except stand in my way. As much as I respect her attempting to rise in this land ridden with the VI disease plaguing everybody, her time is not yet here to challenge the Sixth Gang. She is still young. She is still learning. She is still growing. I am already passed those stages, for I am reaching the peak, just as the sun today has reached its peak."
Miss Taylor approaches her steed.
"I can't remain depressed about one loss. I must get back on the horse, grab the reigns, and continue on with my journey, no matter how much it takes from me. I will do anything to reach the Gold Rush, and earn my place to challenge the leader of VI, and take away the most precious gold he owns. To Callous Clark, I'm sorry, but today is not your day. You are improving, and you are doing well, but you are not ready. I am ready. So please, don't take this personally, but I will come at you with the same ferocity as the Flexing outlaw came at me. I promise I will not cheat, but I will put you down if you don't move out of my way."
The lone ranger mounts her steed, grabs the reigns of the horse, and looks to head off. Before she does, Miss Taylor turns to Selena.
"Keep a glass cold for me when I get back."
Selena smiles. "Will do."
With that, Miss Taylor begins riding out of town, away from the saloon, still hurt and sore from her duels, but not discouraged from achieving her goals. She was determined to get to the Gold Rush, and challenge the leader of VI, Justin Cooper, for the biggest gold known to exist. It did not matter who she had to go up against, whoever might stand in her way along her journey to the Gold Rush, Miss Taylor was ready for any challenge.
If the Flexing outlaw went to such great lengths to merely slip out a victory against her at the Apocalypse, how would any other bandit, outlaw, or gunslinger who wished to step in front of her defeat the focused and determined lone ranger?
Skairipa Matrix
3 Time Elite Openweight Champion
Family Time:
5 Days After Apocalypse:
5 Days After Apocalypse:
After a totes amazing showing by Gabi and I at Apocalypse, we took some much deserved and much earned time to relax while WZCW was on break. We took a trip to the spa, went back home to relax with Bates and Sid, and even designed some new costumes. After all legends in the making need to always look fabulous. Now we only had a few days left before we had to go back on the road and continue our path to greatness. We had one thing left on our to do list before we went back, visit the people who helped make us who we are today, our grandparents.
Later That Day: The Clark Sisters's Grandparents House
After talking with our grandparents it was decided we would come over for dinner, stay the night and then they had a surprise for us the next day. After giving Sid his dinner at home and a ride with our driver, we arrived at our grandparents house and walked in after being greeted at the door by their newest butler. After we walked in our grandmother and grandfather came around the corner with big smiles on their faces.
Grandma Clark: Callie! Gabi! Long time no see how are you darlings?
We both hugged our grandmother before moving over to our grandfather and hugging him as well.
Grandpa Clark: It's been awhile but I'm happy you girls have some time off and could come visit us. We have our chef preparing a great dinner and then tomorrow we're going to take the yacht out.
Gabi spoke up while I looked around at the redecorating they've done since the last time we were here.
Gabi: That sounds great! We haven't been out on the yacht in forever! What's for dinner?
Grandma Clark: Prime rib, nothing but the best for our granddaughters.
Gabi and I both made a yum sound at the thought of dinner. We hadn't eaten since breakfast and I couldn't speak for Gabi but I was starving. Plus prime rib was always our favorite growing up, since we could only eat it when we came here. Our parents always said they "couldn't afford prime rib", pfft whatevs.
Callie: That sounds totes amazing Grandma! I can't even remember the last time we had prime rib, our options are so limited when we're on the road and most of the time we're lucky to even get a good meal.
Gabi: Yeah seriously, you wouldn't believe the disgusting food they have in catering.
Gabi and I both shuttered, it so wasn't up to our standards. Our grandpa shook his head in disappointment at hearing that.
Grandpa Clark: Well as long as you're here, we're gonna make sure you both get good meals and are well taken care of. Anything you need, you just say the word and the staff will handle it.
I nodded in understanding as the four of us moved into the sitting room to catch up before dinner.
15 Minutes Later:
As we sat down for dinner at the large dining room table, glasses of wine were poured for us as plates of prime rib were placed in front of us, god I miss being served my meals. Before anybody could even think of taking a bite of food, Grandma stood up with her glass of wine and looked around the table as the butlers left the room.
Grandma Clark: I'd like to make a toast, to family and to you girls continuing your success in WZCW.
Gabi and I nodded in agreement as we raised our glasses along with our grandpa.
Callie: I can drink to that.
Gabi: Same girl same.
We all took a sip of our wine after clinking glasses before cutting into the prime rib, which was cooked to perfection. For a minute or two we all started to eat before our grandpa broke the silence.
Grandpa Clark: So girls, we were watching your tag match at Apocalypse, very impressive victory in your first big match. How good did that feel?
Gabi and I looked at each other, she had a mouth full of food so I spoke up.
Callie; Oh em gee it felt great Grandpa! We took those little wannabes down and vanquished them out of our way for good hopefully. And now we've moved onto bigger and better things.
Gabi nodded her head as she finished chewing the food in her mouth before speaking up.
Gabi: Yup, now we're entered into the Gold Rush Tournament. The winner gets a shot at the World Title!
Grandpa nodded in approval with an impressed look on his face as Grandma mentioned how proud of us she was.
Grandpa Clark: Well hey that's great news! I'm not sure which one of you will win the tournament, but I'm sure one of you will. Who are you girls facing in the first round?
Gabi spoke up first while I took a drink of wine.
Gabi: I have Matt Tastic, a guy who's done it all in WZCW and just went into the hall of fame. He's not going to be easy to beat but I have the fire inside me to reach a level he's already reached so I'm hoping I can beat him.
Both of our grandparents nodded, just listening as they ate some more of their dinner. After Gabi finished they turned their attention to me.
Callie: I'm facing Eve Taylor, she might be the greatest female competitor to ever step foot in a WZCW ring and this is easily my biggest match yet, but she just can't reach that next level, she can't make it to the top of the mountain and become World Champ. I'm not under estimating her but I think I'll be able to beat her if I really focus and make her choke again, like she's becoming famous for.
I smirked with confidence, but truth be told I was extremely nervous on the inside. Eve is no joke and I need my A game if I wanna beat her. She beat Gabi not too long ago and if I could do what Gabi couldn't, that'd be huge. I mean I could brag forevs to Gabi if I beat Eve, but more importantly I can get some revenge for Gabi and prove to Eve that she's no better than The Clark Sisters.
Grandma Clark: Sounds like you two have some big matches to prepare for.
Gabi and I both nodded as Gabi spoke up.
Gabi: Yeah we do, Eve beat me recently too she's no joke.
Gabi turns to look at me with a serious expression on her face.
Gabi: I know you're confident and you haven't lost a singles match yet, but don't overlook Eve girl. I'm preparing for the fight of my life against Tastic, you should do the same for Eve.
I nodded in understanding, I was surprised to see Gabi seemingly doubting me. But maybe she's doing it with good reason, she's faced Eve after all. Am I missing something in my preparation for Eve? Does she have some secret weapon I won't be expecting? And on the flip side, if I beat Eve how will Gabi feel? I mean sure she'd totes be happy for me advancing in the tournament and winning, but would she be jealous? Would she feel I'm surpassing her, leaving her behind?
Callie: I'm not overlooking her, I know how good she is. But that just fuels me even more, I wanna beat her more than I want anything right now. She's probably the greatest female superstar ever, but greatness makes some lazy and I think she'll expect an easy win against me. But the jokes on her because there's a reason I keep winning and Eve's gonna find that out on Meltdown. I'm gonna beat her to avenge you Gabi, but I'm also gonna beat her for me. To prove I can hang with the best of the best in WZCW and to take another step towards the World Title.
Gabi nodded, based off the look on her face I could tell she knew I was confident but nervous at the same time. Curse her knowing me better than anybody.
Grandpa Clark: That's great Callie, you always have been a confident girl. I don't know much about this whole wrestling thing, but it sounds like you two have a chance to pull off some big upsets and shock the world. I don't know about you, but I think being the underdog gives you two an advantage. You're still fairly new and your opponents don't have a lot to go off of when preparing for you, where as you two have tons of matches to study, if you look hard enough I'm sure you can find a weak spot in them. Find a weakness, focus on the weakness and you'll surely win.
Gabi and I both nodded at the advice from our grandfather, I don't think he ever watched wrestling in his life before we joined WZCW but he's still giving us advice, I guess that's just what grandparents do right?
Callie: We will. If we wanna become as big in wrestling as we are in cosplaying, we're gonna need to be able to beat the big names. This is our biggest test yet and it comes after our biggest win.
I look at Gabi, who looks back at me.
Callie: Ready to shock the world and begin the process to meeting in the finals of this thing?
I smile at Gabi, even though it's just talk for now it really would be totes amazing if we met in the finals of the tournament. Not only would one of us be guaranteed a World Title shot, but we'd really prove that Clark is going to be a legendary name in wrestling history. Plus, wrestling Gabi for the first time in that big of a match? Um, hello! Such an amazing moment! Gabi smiled back at me just as quick as I smiled at her, and nodded her head at me.
Gabi: Heck yeah I am, time to crush Tastic's hopes of getting the title back and time for you to show the world once again that Eve is nothing more than a choke artist on the big stage.
Gabi smirked and we hugged quickly. As we turned back to our grandparents, they were giving us an odd look.
Gabi and Callie: What?
Our grandparents looked at each other, then simply smiled and laughed.
Grandpa Clark: You two really get going when you talk about matches huh?
Grandma Clark: Before you go do that, why don't you worry about finishing your dinner before it gets cold and enjoying the rest of your day off? Then worry about beating your opponents and continuing your domination.
Gabi and I both chuckled before finishing our dinner, I guess we do get a little worked up about wrestling sometimes. But it's time for a change in WZCW, it's time for a new woman, or women at the top of the mountain and who better for those spots than Gabi and I? And as far as Tastic, come on does ANYBODY wanna see that guy back on top? I think not. And Eve? Puh-lese, she wouldn't bring the class to the title that I would.
A Few Hours Later:
It was getting late and after our long day, Gabi and we're super tired. It's exhausting being famous. Our grandparents offered us separate bedrooms but we had some more talking to do about our matches and we always share a room so why change that now? Luckily for us our grandparents made the help move one of the beds from one guest room to the other in the mansion so we could share a room. After changing into pajamas we both got into our beds. I was taking the hair ties out of my hair still as Gabi spoke up.
Gabi: Hey sis, what do you think would change if we do win the Gold Rush Tournament and then the title?
I put the hair ties on the nightstand next to the bed and thought for a moment about the question. I'm not sure what we could truly change, but there's a lot we'd love to change to improve thing and if we get the chance, we'll have our list ready.
Callie: If it was up to me, for starters I'd demand better food in catering, or maybe private catering for VIP's like you and me. I'm talking lobster, prime rib, anything we want, we'd get. Maybe redesign the world title, I mean it's okay but I could make a much more fabulous title I bet. What about you? What would you wanna change?
I looked over at Gabi who was sitting up still in her bed, rubbing her chin at the thought.
Gabi: Well what you said about VIP catering is a good idea, can't let the disgusting common people eat our food after all. And maybe a private butler for our locker room.
Callie: Ohhh yes girl that is a must! After all we can't bring Bates with us all the time.
Gabi nodded as I adjusted the pillows on my bed.
Gabi: You know if we were on top of WZCW everything would be sooo much better. Sales would go up, ratings would reach an all-time high, the wrestling business as a whole would be at the highest level it's ever been.
I nodded in agreement, it might be cockiness but with our worldwide fame, we really would make things better.
Callie: You're totes right, WZCW would be truly fabulous with us on top.
I laid down as did Gabi, both of us preparing to actually go to bed soon.
Callie: You know the next show is in Chicago right?
Gabi: Yeah, such a trash city. I mean between the people and the crime, I can't wait to get out of there as soon as possible.
I laughed in amusement at that, we've been to Chicago once and it was terrible.
Callie: Same, but you know it's kind of ironic that the next show is in Chicago isn't it?
Gabi sat up a little bit and raised an eyebrow while tilting her head in confusion at me.
Gabi: How so?
I sat up and had a smirk creep across my face.
Callie: Isn't it obvious? It's ironic because the fans are going to be rooting for their hero Eve Taylor, hoping she'll win and take another step towards winning the World Title. But what they don't realize is Eve is just like their precious Cubs, it'll take her 108 years to win a world championship.
Gabi started laughing as did I. We both laid back down after we stopped laughing and said goodnight to each other, it was late and we needed a good nights rest before we get to enjoy some more luxury tomorrow when we go out on the yacht. This break was just what we needed to recharge our batteries, soon Eve and everybody else will realize the future is now, and that future is The Clark Sisters.
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