I made no money from this. For entertainment purposes only. The Undertaker, Kane, and all other mentioned WWE superstars are the intellectual property of the WWE.
A/N: The Undertaker, Kane and all the "older" superstars you'll read about are based off their Attitude Era personas (and ages). Use The Undertaker as an example. In the early 2000s, he was the American Badass. Had the whole biker look down, and even rode one of his custom Harleys down to the ring. But there will also be "younger, newer" superstars that are exactly as you know them now (i.e. Randy Orton, Roman Reigns, CM Punk, etc.), but ya know...more...biker-y. *blinks*... Shut up…. It's a word now. Bikery.
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Fuck people. Fuck life. Fuck this coat. Fuck this weather. Fuck everything.
TJ repeated this mantra over and over in her head, trying to find solace in it. She was walking alone down a shoulder on a highway. She tried to dress as appropriately as she could before taking off, but the cold was beginning to creep in.
It was cold as balls outside.
A few nights ago, there'd been a broadcast saying that the state of Texas was reaching all time lows in temperature. So, unfortunately for her, her personal series of unfortunate events happened in late December. Before she'd left, she threw on a camisole top, t shirt, a light jacket, her military grade Gore Tex winter coat, and her red and black toboggan hat to cover her top half and then two pairs of leggings, a pair of sweatpants and two pairs of socks and her best pair of Ugg boots to cover her bottom half. She'd packed her phone, phone charger, her savings from her cashier job at Randall's Supermarket, a lighter, a few outfits, a pair of black Chuck Taylors, her state and driver's ID, her work permit, some snacks, and a couple hunting knives. Despite the fact that running away was a rash and irrational decision in itself, she was still gonna be prepared for it. It wasn't like she had a choice. She didn't. There was nothing left for her in that trailer, so she got out as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Leaving her mother had been tough, but it had to be done. That woman probably wouldn't notice anyway. Too high to give a shit.
She'd been walking off and on for four days. Her legs felt as though they would crumble under her at any moment. She was lost and running out of food. Although rationing out what little food she had was helpful for the first couple of days, she was running low and getting desperate. Everytime she would stand up and try to continue her journey after resting, the world would begin to spin. She was dizzy, dehydrated, hungry and pissed off, which made for a heady combination. Night was falling again and she would have to rest, but she kept moving, wanting to gain as much ground as possible.
She had to keep moving.
She had to.
Going back wasn't an option. There was no doubt in her mind that her mom's beau was out looking for her with his gang of thugs. A scowl came across TJ's face when Brayden popped into mind. Stupid cigarette smokin', ugly, abusive, drunk fucking meth head. How? How did that dumb green eyed bastard ever seduce her mother? She'd never know. That jackass had been nothing but a pain in the ass since they'd met. His list of offenses got longer and longer as the years went by. Throwing trash all over the place and never cleaning up after himself. Never home at a decent hour, and when he does get back he's usually inebriated somehow. Consistently cheating on her mother. Bringing his loser friends around… All of that she could deal with, but she would never forgive him for getting her mother hooked on drugs. Ever.
She may have not been the richest person or the nicest, but she was still her mom. And deep down inside, TJ knew that her mother cared for her. Well, at least she thought she had. After meeting Brayden, TJ had been cast to the wayside… Left to fend for herself. While her mom found new ways to get high and whored herself out for drugs when she couldn't pay for them. Nothing's more traumatizing than hearing your own mother having a romp in the sheets with dirty strangers. What made it worse was when they asked her to join them. TJ shuddered in disgust.
Brayden even had the nerve to shoot her sultry glances and come into her room at night, trying to touch her. Sometimes he would just stare at her. But she'd always kicked his drunken ass out before it could escalate, but not this last time. This last time had been the straw that had broken the proverbial camel's back.
As she lay asleep, a rattling sound had awoken her from her resting and the lock on her door broke, the now useless plank of wood swung open, revealing Brayden. He had a perverted, and sober, gleam in his eye as he stalked towards her bed.
Knowing his intentions, she'd sprung from her bed and lunged at the man, bringing them both down to the ground. She brought her fist down on his face, hammer fist style, several times quickly until she heard something crack and Brayden roar in pain.
"Stupid bitch!" He'd yelled at her, in that whiny voice of his.
He'd tried grabbing for her wrists, but she was ready for him and rolled off of him, running for the door. But he'd grabbed her ankle and brought her back down to the floor. She started kicking her leg, aiming for his face and shoulder, but he was strong. He dragged her across the floor and pinned her body under his own. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She struggled and jerked under him fiercely, determined to buck him off. Blood gushing from his nose, he laughed at her, growing hard from her wildly bucking hips meeting his.
"That's right. Keep fighting me! It makes me horny!" He snarled.
"Get the fuck off me, you pig!"
"Oh no, I've been waiting for this far too long. Your cunt mother is all worn out. I need a nice tight hole... And I want yours." He said rubbing himself against her. Feeling his hardening member, she struggled harder.
This wasn't gonna happen. She was not about to let him violate her. He was not going to be her first. She had to bust a move and fast. She needed to pull a Hail Mary to get away from Brayden.
She managed to wiggle a leg between his and brought her knee up swiftly and precisely to his core. He made a high keening noise before releasing her wrists, so he could cup his bruised gonads. When her arms had been freed, TJ cocked back and elbowed Brayden in his temple. With Brayden slumped over and disoriented, TJ pushed his dead weight off and scrambled out from under him. She dove for her nightstand and tugged hard on the top drawer, almost ripping it out. She found her hunting knife and wielded it against the dizzy man.
"Get out!" She yelled, pointing it at him.
"Or what", he teased, standing in front of her, "Ya gonna stab me?" He gestured to the large knife, laughing. "You don't got the balls." He sneered.
With one swift movement, TJ slashed the sharp knife through the air. She sliced a clean, straight line across Brayden's pale chest, opening the skin up. Blood began to bubble up and drool from the wound. It'd happened so fast, Brayden didn't have the time to react. He looked down at his chest and then back at TJ. He found a cold, sinister gaze staring back at him.
"Get the fuck out or I will gut you."
"...You're gonna regret this."
"Out!" She bellowed.
Brayden threw his hands up in surrender and slowly backed out of the room, refusing to drop his gaze. After he'd gone, TJ ran to her door and shut it. She turned around and set out to packing. She knew then that she couldn't be there anymore. She packed quickly, taking a mental check of everything she'd need. Brayden would try again. She could feel it in her bones. He was a stubborn bastard that way. It was time to leave.
A smirk came over her face as she thought about their tussle. That idiot assumed she couldn't defend herself and got his ass handed to him by a girl more than a foot shorter than him and a 100 pounds lighter. TJ may be small, but she was no slouch. After enduring abuse at the hands of her uncle, at the age of 10, she decided she wasn't gonna be anyone's victim. She started taking classes for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai and Judo at Cooper MMA. Although, she couldn't afford to pay for the classes, she was allowed to work off her debts. She quickly became one of the top students and didn't have to work for her belts anymore. It made her so proud. After she'd graduated high school, MMA was all she had and she was determined to be the best. Other than that, she was taught at a very young age survival skills. Her father taught her how to deal with extreme situations before he passed away. TJ felt a lump form in her throat when she thought about her father. He was a good man. Having been in the military for 20 plus years, it had hardened him, but he loved her unconditionally. An IED had taken his life when he was on a tour in Iraq. She had been thirteen. Her dad's passing had been the beginning of the end for her mother's sanity. She became emotionally detached and as time went on, TJ could feel her mom slipping away from her.
As she walked, the sound of loud engines snapped her out of her reverie. They were getting louder and closing in on her quickly. Brayden. Had he found her? Had he been following behind her the entire time? TJ panicked. No way. No way he could've been behind her this entire time. Brayden was not a patient man and would've scooped her up the moment he'd set eyes on her. And she knew that, but it didn't stop her from panicking. She saw the road beside her being illuminated, signaling that there were headlights approaching. Without knowing what else to do, she slipped her bag off and dropped down to the ground quickly on top of it, praying that the camo colored jacket would make her that much less noticeable in the dark next to the brush. Peeking out from under her jacket, she saw motorcycles zooming past her. Several of them. The hardy bikes shook the ground as they raged by, throwing up dust and kicking up a wind. But just as fast as they came, they were gone.
When she'd heard the last of the bikes' engines fade, she picked herself up off of the ground slowly so she didn't pass out. She put her bag on her back and resumed her walking. It was almost completely dark now and the temperature was dropping quickly. She was gonna need somewhere to stay tonight, but there wasn't any place around… Not even a lone gas station. She would sometimes sleep in the bathroom of one of those or the storage house of an inn, if the innkeeper took pity on her. Her stomach grumbled loudly and she grimaced. Oh yeah. She needed food too.
TJ walked about another mile before she came across a sign.
Welcome to Historic Jefferson
Finally. A town. Maybe here she could find what she needs.
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A/N: Lmao at that foreshadowing. Ugh, I dunno what this, so… Don't judge me.
