Amy dusted off her white top and admired the new oil stain gracing the fabric. She shut the
hood of the car and stood back, taking a breather. 'Nice job.' Brian said, smearing a greasy hand
across his face. 'For a girl'. Amy rolled her eyes, and walked away, grabbing the keys. 'Fuck you.'.
Brian shouted across the garage as she slid across the hood and revved it up. 'The wrestling's
gonna get you nowhere. I should know. It screws up and spits you out.'. Amy sped off, ignoring him.
Truth was, wrestling and cars were her life. She'd been on the street racing circuit for years, and worked
her way through in Brian's stinky garage. Her independant wrestling shows were crappy, but she was
holding up for her 'big break'. Brian, of course, was anti-wrestling. Working for the WWE for years as
'Grandmasta Sexay', he was fired when caught with drugs on the Canadian border. He insists they weren't
his, but they were on him and he was high as a kite. So he'd gone back to cars, which is where he'd met
Amy. She was a good mechanic, and could drive like hell. Only young though, and not an everyday girl
at that.
She turned into her driveway and jumped out. Walking inside, she threw her car keys onto the couch, and headed
upstairs. A shower and new outfit later, and Amy was ready to wrestle.
Her car always a made a better entrance than she did, and tonight was no exception. A crowd full of drunken
old men and high school students, they threw beer cans at her and jeered at her chest. The match was even
worse, taking on a butch lesbian who slammed her to the floor and knocked the wind right outta her. The worst
match she'd ever had.
Now, cleaning up, and putting ice on the rather purple eye she had acquired, two guys walked in. One, dark, with
amazing eyes. The other had blue hair, and unique features. Both had Carolina accents. 'Hey...can I help you?'
Amy asked, feeling the ice freeze her eyeball. 'Well I'm Matt, this is my bro Jeff. We just wanted to say, y'know,
nice match.'. Amy smirked, 'This some kinda joke? That was the worst match I think I ever had.'. She removed the
ice and the two guys winced at the sight. 'You guys wanna go somewhere? This place stinks, and uh, I gotta put
something on my eye.'
So, now, driving back to Carolina with them, she was invited to their ring the next day. She'd take them up on the
offer - it was the best she'd get. But they loved her car. 'What is this car anyway?' Jeff asked, pushing a strand
of coloured hair behind an ear. 'Honda S2000, pumped up like a bitch. There's about $10000 in that hood.'. 'Wow' Jeff
exclaimed, fingering the dashboard, 'You race or somethin?'. Amy laughed, and the two guys eyed her. 'Yeah, I race.
And I always, always win.'
hood of the car and stood back, taking a breather. 'Nice job.' Brian said, smearing a greasy hand
across his face. 'For a girl'. Amy rolled her eyes, and walked away, grabbing the keys. 'Fuck you.'.
Brian shouted across the garage as she slid across the hood and revved it up. 'The wrestling's
gonna get you nowhere. I should know. It screws up and spits you out.'. Amy sped off, ignoring him.
Truth was, wrestling and cars were her life. She'd been on the street racing circuit for years, and worked
her way through in Brian's stinky garage. Her independant wrestling shows were crappy, but she was
holding up for her 'big break'. Brian, of course, was anti-wrestling. Working for the WWE for years as
'Grandmasta Sexay', he was fired when caught with drugs on the Canadian border. He insists they weren't
his, but they were on him and he was high as a kite. So he'd gone back to cars, which is where he'd met
Amy. She was a good mechanic, and could drive like hell. Only young though, and not an everyday girl
at that.
She turned into her driveway and jumped out. Walking inside, she threw her car keys onto the couch, and headed
upstairs. A shower and new outfit later, and Amy was ready to wrestle.
Her car always a made a better entrance than she did, and tonight was no exception. A crowd full of drunken
old men and high school students, they threw beer cans at her and jeered at her chest. The match was even
worse, taking on a butch lesbian who slammed her to the floor and knocked the wind right outta her. The worst
match she'd ever had.
Now, cleaning up, and putting ice on the rather purple eye she had acquired, two guys walked in. One, dark, with
amazing eyes. The other had blue hair, and unique features. Both had Carolina accents. 'Hey...can I help you?'
Amy asked, feeling the ice freeze her eyeball. 'Well I'm Matt, this is my bro Jeff. We just wanted to say, y'know,
nice match.'. Amy smirked, 'This some kinda joke? That was the worst match I think I ever had.'. She removed the
ice and the two guys winced at the sight. 'You guys wanna go somewhere? This place stinks, and uh, I gotta put
something on my eye.'
So, now, driving back to Carolina with them, she was invited to their ring the next day. She'd take them up on the
offer - it was the best she'd get. But they loved her car. 'What is this car anyway?' Jeff asked, pushing a strand
of coloured hair behind an ear. 'Honda S2000, pumped up like a bitch. There's about $10000 in that hood.'. 'Wow' Jeff
exclaimed, fingering the dashboard, 'You race or somethin?'. Amy laughed, and the two guys eyed her. 'Yeah, I race.
And I always, always win.'