Bad-Day for a Haircut

Author: Tiana M Jones AKA Draft Horse of Inferno

Title: Bad Day for a Haircut.

Disclaimer: OK! I don't own the WWF superstars in this fiction. But, hell I didn't write this to make money now did I?

Charters: Kane, The Undertaker, Bradshaw, Jerico, and Draft Horse of Inferno. Sara, Stephanie and many others.

Story Setting: After SmakeDown with Taker's new do.

Songs in story: Sir Mixalot: Baby Got Back and Limp Bizkit: Rollin (Urban Assault Vehicle).

Rating: Do to some fowl language and other things. I would suggest parents decide whether to let there children read this.

After the show Taker, Kane, Bradshaw, Y2J and Kane's girlfriend Inferno, cram into Inferno's Ford 450 Supper crew Truck and drive to a bar. We start the story while they are getting to the bar.

Inferno: I can't believe you!

Taker: OK...Inferno that's the tenth time you've said that give, it a rest!

Inferno: A rest! Shit! Where's the rest of your hair? You went and got a buzz cut!

Kane: Inferno...Come on it's just a hair cut. Give it some time and you'll forget what he looked like with long hair.

Inferno: I think not! Who could forget the one who inspired such heated Fan-Fiction as, The Lord of Darkness? Long hair and all!

Bradshaw: Remind me never to get a cut without Inferno watching would yea?

Y2J: Fine by me. I'm never cut myna again.

Kane: Woossyyyssss!

Inferno: Might I remind you that you promised never to cut yours as well.

Kane: You said you'd castrate me, if I did! * Voice sounding strangled *

Taker: You said Sara and Stephaine were bad. * Snicker *

Inferno: I should CASTRATE YOU! * Eye's look to be about to shot lighting at Taker, if they could. *

Taker: Yea, then you'd have a bigger problem then my hair cut!

Y2J: What's with the cut any ways?

Taker: Vince said it was time for a new look to go with the new charter changes.

Inferno: Kane remind me that Vince is on my Shit List!

Y2J: Well ... It don't look that bad. * Gives an odd look * Who knows the chicks could dig it.

Inferno: Only thoughts who want to see him naked.

Kane: And how many would that be, Inferno?

Inferno: Last time I checked it was 460,940,63. But that was four weeks ago. Before the buzz-cut!

Taker: It's not a BUZZ-CUT!

Inferno: You hacked off about ten inches of sexy red hair! What you got is a BUZZ-CUT!

Bradshaw: Are you going to let her do that to you? Shit! She's saying she like your brother, Kane. What are you going to do about that, she's your girlfriend?

Kane: Well...* Gives a shrug of his shoulder while hiding an evil grin. Knowing what Inferno would say next. *

Inferno: Well, I got the better, looking brother anyway.

Y2J: Say's who? Last time I heard his face was crispy.

Inferno: Guys with long hair rate high on my list. Kane always has.

Taker grunts.

Inferno: Care to tell me why you made that annoying sound?

Taker: I can remember hearing your mother say that, she had to peal you off the T.V when I was on.

Inferno: Way before Glen showed up as Issic Yankum. You had that curly hair too. Plus ... I was ten!

Kane: True.

Taker: Even after Kane came to the seen. She told me, it would take and act of God, to get you away from the TV, when I was on.

Inferno: Truth be told. Nine times out of ten. Kane would be with you, either fighting you or doing something. Don't get me wrong you still got one hell of an Ass on you. But, Kane just gets first place on looks.

Taker: Then why do you have two of my shirts and your twin has the only Kane shirt in the house?

Inferno: Mom said I couldn't have two guys. I bought all three shirts. I only gave Kane's to War, because we shared an interest in him at the time. I mainly would be the on wearing it anyway.

Bradshaw: I didn't know you had a sister.

Kane: Sisters, she has six of them, along with three brother.

Y2J: I'm not saying a word ... Not one word.

Inferno: Good! I don't think I could handle any more new stuff! * Gives Taker another look. * It dose nothing for you at all.

Taker: Would you drop it already?!

Inferno: Like your hair after it was cut? * Mocking smile *

Taker: How much longer till we get to the God Dame Bar?

Inferno: I could slow down...* Same Evil Grin*

Bradshaw: Wait! Don't we need to swing by the hotel and pick up the others?

Kane: I don't think we could fit anymore in this truck. Then us already in here.

Y2J: One of them could sit on my lap. * Gets Smart-Ass look his face. *

Inferno: Yeah, and I could sit on Kane's while I drive. * Rolls eyes * Your crazy Jerico!

Y2J: And your not?

Inferno: Never clamed to be normal.

Kane: Yeah, that idea could work *Gets happy twinkle in eyes* We'd have to re-adjust the seat, but Hell it could work.

Inferno: The only resign you like the idea is, because it gives you more then one chance to grope me!

Kane: But, you got such a pinch-able ASS! * Twinkle gets brighter. *

Taker: Yeah! It's the size of Canada!

Y2J: HAY!

Inferno: No pun intended.

Kane: Can we listen to the radio?

Inferno reaches over and turns knob to the radio.

The DJ was just finishing saying something and the next thing they head was someone else talking.

Oh, My, God!

Becky, look at her butt,

It's so big!

She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends,

Who understands those rap guys.

They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitue.

I mean her butt

It's just so big

I can't believe it's so round

It's just out there

I mean, it's gross!

Kane: This is my SONG!

Inferno: Séance when?

Kane: I started dating you. (Kane starts to sing along with the song.)

I like big butts and I can not lie

You other brothers can't deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And that round thing in your face

You get sprung

Wanna pull up tough

Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in Jeans she wearing

I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

Oh, Baby I wanna get with ya

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me

But that butt you got

Make Me so horny

Ooh, rump of smooth skin

You say you wanna get in my benz

Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

(Y2J joins in.)

I've seen them dancin'

The hell with romancin'

She's Sweat, Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

(Bradshaw decides to sign next part.)

I'm tired of magazines

Saying flat butts are the thing

Take the average black man and ask him that

She gotta pack much back

(Taker picks up where Bradshaw left off.)

So Fellas (Yeah) Fellas (yeah)

Has your girlfriend got the butt (Hell Yeah)

Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it shake that healthy butt

Baby got back!

(Kane picks up next part)

I like'em round and big

And when I'm thrown a gig

I just can't help myself

I'm actin like an animal

Now here's my scandal!

(Taker, Y2J, and Bradshaw join in all at once.)

I wanna get you home

And Uh, double up UH UH

I aint talkin bout playboy!

Cuz silicone parts were made for toys

I wannem real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double

Mixalot's in trouble

Beggin for a piece of that bubble

So I'm lookin at rock videos

Knickin these bimbos looking like Ho's

You can keep those bimbos

I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

A word to the thick soul sisters

I wanna get with ya

I won't cus or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna -- Uhhhh

`Til the break of dawn

Baby Got it goin on

A lot of punks lie to hit it and quit it

But I'd rather stay and play

Cuz I'm long and I'm strong

And I'm down to get the friction on

(Inferno giggling at the sound of the guys sings off key and sounding horrible.)

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)

Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)

Then turn around

Stick it out

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back

Yeah baby

When it comes to females

Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection

36-24-36

Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throw a Honda

Plauin workout tapes by Fonda

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

My Anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hum

You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt

Some brothers wanna play that hard role

And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it

And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So cosmo says your fat

Well I ain't down with that

Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin

And I'm thinkin bout stickin

To the beanpole dames in magazines

You aint it miss thing

Give me sista I can't resist her

Red beans and rice did miss her

Some knucklehead tried to dis

Cuz his girls were on my list

He had game but he chose to him'em

And I pulled up quick to get with'em

So ladies if the butt is round and you wanna triple X throw down

Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts

Baby got back!

None of the guys had seemed, to notes that the truck had stopped. In front of the hotel where Sara and Lita and some other rather large women were slack jawed in utter shock and amazement. Inferno had that look knowing that sooner or later the guys would notes and see, all thought women staring at them. But, they didn't seem to note at all.

Kane: Hay Taker ... Why'd you get with Sara anyway?

Taker: She has a hell of a rack!

Kane: But, she ain't got much back.

Taker: There is always a down side with every up side.

Sara's jaw dropped in shock at the comment.

Inferno: Hay Jerico ... Why'd you ask Lita to come along?

Y2J: You seen the Ass on her? Yummy!

Lita's eyes, about poped out of her head.

Bradshaw: Kane why'd you get with Inferno for?

Bradshaw stopped for a second, seeing the evil twinkle in his eyes.

Bradshaw: No ... Wait let me guess.

Then Taker, Y2J, and Bradshaw all said, " She's got back" all at the same time.

Kane smiled.

Kane: Of course... * Finely seeing all the large women looking like they'd seen God! *

Ah...Guys.

Taker: What? * Then Taker saw the angry glare in Sara's eyes and knew she had either heard or saw something she didn't like. *

Bradshaw finely looked out the whistled and found rather large women drooling. Y2J was wearing a really stupid grin; One a person might wear when trying to his embarrassment. Y2J could swear Lita was ready to kill him. Bradshaw on the other hand was getting worried about all the large women looking dead at him.

Sara: A DOWNSIDE!

Taker cringed at the sound in Sara's voice.

Lita: JAIRICO!

Y2J looked to be trying to sink and blend into the leather interior of Inferno's custom Ford Super Crew. Bradshaw was about to go insane right there on the spot, Taker just grunted and looked out the other window at nothing to important. Knowing he'd get an earful later, Inferno looked at Sara and Lita.

Inferno: So, should I take it you don't wanna go to the bar?

Sara: You condone their behavior?

Lita: You still hang around them even after those comments!

Inferno: There guys. You two are too restrictive. Let them have fun, life isn't always strict rules.

Sara was giving Inferno the dirtiest look there could be. Bradshaw wanted to get something else going so that the large women looking at him wouldn't bother him so much.

Bradshaw: Hay you gonna let your wife talk to Inferno like that?

Taker: I ain't going near that fight.

Inferno: Oh, well...We can still go to the Bar.

Y2J watched as Lita and Sara walked away with steam coming out of their ears. Inferno giggled, while rolling up the window. Diving down the road, the guys where siglent as mice. Inferno was feeling a bit on the freaked out side.

Inferno: One of you guys start talking!

Kane: Why?

Inferno: The silence is killing me!

Taker: Oh? Now we find out your afraid of silence. You're not invincible.

Inferno: Yes THANK YOU! Now I feel really loved!

Y2J: Why dose silences scare you?

Inferno: Don't really know. I guess it reminds me when I couldn't hear at all. I was born without hearing. Had tubs put in my ears, to give me the ability to hear.

Inferno's cell phone rang and Kane got it.

Kane: Hello...Yeah, she here. She's kind of driving at the moment. OK...We'll see you there then OK. Bye. * Closes the phone * Inferno, that was your sister War. She's going to meet us at the bar.

Inferno: OK.

Taker leaned over and turned the radio back on.

This song go's out to The Undertaker of the WWF.

Play the fucking track!

Play that Fucking Track!

Oh there it is

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man

That's right y'all

We just keep on rollin baby

Are you ready...

Are you ready...

Are you ready!!!

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now!

Breathe in, now Breath out!

Hands up, Now hands down!

Back up! Back Up!

Tell me what your gonna do now! [C'mon!]

Keep Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]

Keep Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Inferno: Why is it they only play this song for you?

Taker: Intro...

Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here

L I M P Bizkit is right here

People in the house put them hands in the air

Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care

See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck

Untouchable, branded unfuckable

Gets mental image of Inferno at the sound of that verse.

So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth

Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out

And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X

And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth

So where the fuck you at puck, shut the fuck up

And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

Are you ready...

Are you ready...

Are you ready!

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now!

Breathe in, now breath out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin[Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin[What!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin[Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Taker decides to start sing along like before.

Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

Check my dangerous slang atrocious

When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang

What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish

I wave my black flag at the roaches

Who approaches, these twin, suppersoakers

Who have poisonous darts for culprits

Too late buttered up and lightly toasted

So, what, I drink and smoke too much

So what I cuss too much,*Shut the fuckup!*

Kane picks up after Taker.

Yo, yo, now when we roll

You motherfuckers tuck in your gold

Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin miggas up in limos

It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes

Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose

You bitches, swing the vice on the bathroom nuts

Taker takes the next line.

I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattooed up

I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what

In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

Y2J wanted some action and took the next part along with Bradshaw.

My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco

Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow

Yell if you want money, funny

A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me

Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit

Taker took the next part.

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented

On Friday, I spilt 35 to 40 minutes

Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it

Endin up on your back, Wu swords up in it

Anyone can match me I crack'em all to Guinness

Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it

Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners

Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

PPPPPPP P-P-POW

Yo we said c'mon!!

Taker, Kane, Bradshaw, and Y2J.

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now!

Breath in, now breath out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin,[Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Bradshaw took the next part.

It just don't get no darker than that kid the barker

Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark

I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga

Quicker then the hand trigga, so id you dare nigga

It'll be like your man tryin to hold you brain to your head

But you'll be shittin on yourself cuz you already dead

Kane picked up after Bradshaw.

And at the funeral you wont need a casket

Leavin just enough of him to stuff in basket

Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked

My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard

I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit

It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do

And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you

And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up and out

And y'all niggas ain't runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth

[DMX bark]

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Kepp rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]

Kepp rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Inferno took the next part.

You, wanna mess with Limp Bizget [yeah]

You can't mess with Limp Bizkit [why?]

Because we get it on, [when?] every day and every night [oh]

See this platinum thing right here?[uh huh]

Well we doin it all the time [what?]

So you better get some better beats

And uh, get some better rhymes [oooh!]

You really, really, really wanna get shit started

Well people everywhere just get retarded

Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!

Inferno, Kane, Taker, Bradshaw and Y2J all together.

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now!

Breathe in, now breath out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon}

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

That's right baby!

Watch out punk!

Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!

And Swizz Beatz!

Where the fuck you at?! [DMX bark"

Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!

Ruff Ryders! Punk!

The guy having finally relaxed from the Parking lot insolent, where back to the way they where before.

Inferno: I still can't believe you buzzed your hair.

Taker: How many times do I have to tell you? It's not a BUZZ-CUT!

Turning into the bar parking lot they found War's signature car. An all custom Ford crosier, red with a lager, symbol painted on the front that was partially covered in mud. The smaller Ford packed allot of speed and was the most expansive looking crosier. The car was other wise, the coolest in the parking lot, next to Inferno's Monster of a Supper Crew. Inferno's was also the best-looking Ford in the parking lot, the biggest as well. Inferno parked next to her sister's car, making it look like a kid's car you could get at a Wal-Mart.

The massive Ford 450 Supper Crew, one couldn't lose in a parking lot. It's black coloring, with the purple horses of all different tones running about the inter truck. Her symbol also painted on the hood, the large double horned Unicorn with the battle Scythes behind it with the fire background made the truck all Inferno's. Getting out of the truck, a loud sound of someone calling out "INFERNO" came moments before, an almost mirror image of Inferno. Culided with Inferno slams her agents her own car, giving Inferno a sisterly hug. How two people could look so much alike and be so different, the guys couldn't tell.

Inferno: It's good to see you to War.

War: you wouldn't believe the ASS HOLE'S in there!

Inferno: What happened now?

War: They were talk'en about you. They said that the only resign your in the Rumble is because Nash let you pin him.

Inferno: He didn't let me win. I beat him fair and square.

Kane: Yeah, and me and Taker got an ear full on that one.

War: That's just what the guys in there are talk'en about.

Taker: Inferno sounds like we got to show them to respect the truth.

Inferno: Of course * Evil Grin * We never let others remain UN-educated.

Y2J and Bradshaw checked their wallets, for their ID's knowing before the night was out, the copes would ask to see them. Then checked their packets for change to use on a pay phone. Then followed Inferno, War and Taker and Kane into the bar, knowing what by the end of the night was going to happen. Inferno was wearing much the same kind of out-fit that Kane was, also a part of the gimmick. Red and black jeans with fire along the sides, along with a shirt of much the same design. Taker was wearing black jeans, a Deadman Inc. shirt and his black Bandanna, bicker gloves and for once black cowboy boots.

Walking into the bar, the three of them looked much the same as they would walking into the ring. They looked like the Destructive trio, Taker and Kane dripping with what some girls would call die-hard sensuality, making every women in the room, stare with jaw hanging shock. Inferno could guess to the detail what they were thinking. But, to her shock. Most of them didn't have that "fuck me" look to them; almost all of them had that "Oh My God" look on there faces. Then Inferno remembered Taker's haircut. Walking to the bar, Taker ordered a Bloody Marry, Kane ordered a light beer, then a Ginger ale for Inferno. Taking their drinks to the table where War had saved it. Bradshaw and J2Y, both had regular beers.

Y2J: Man, this place is packed tonight.

War: Yeah, someone was ease dropping and heard me on the phone.

Inferno: no matter ... All I want is time to enjoy the night.

Kane looked up to see six rather big guys, not much of 6'2 and looked to be about 130 pounds over weight. They looked like trouble, knowing Inferno like he did. He knew that before anything happened, she would give him a sign to be ready to jump into a fight, if she was gong to be the first to start one. They walked behind Inferno. Somehow, she must have known they were there.

She sat up straight as a board; the look in her eyes seemed to be a mixture of fear and anger. But, she seemed to be ready to explode into a fight no matter what happened. This was not good; War reached over and put her hand on her twin's shoulder. Inferno turned her head to look at War. The look that passed between them left him confused, then with a slight nod from War, Inferno relaxed and seemed to be herself again. Taker hadn't missed the look either; he was wearing an amassed look. But, it was short lived as the six guys that stood right behind Inferno wearing grins like the ones, guys would wear, when they thought they could beat the person they were fighting.

"So, Your Draft Horse of Inferno...No wonder Nash let you win. He could brake you in half without trying."

Inferno stood and turned then faced the man that had made the comment. But, Kane was faster then she was and pulled her into his lap. Taker and Y2J glared at the guy, while Bradshaw talked first.

Bradshaw: Now why do you want to play with Fire? You know you could get burned.

"Not much of a fire to me. I could put that fire out with my bear hands."

War: What's your name ass hole?

"My friends call me River. I'm good at putting out fires."

Kane: Then you're not much for brains.

One of River's friends went to take a step forward. But, River moved his arm in the way to stop him.

River: This isn't the ring...This is My Yard.

With that comment Taker's mood darkened. Why was it? That everyone used his sayings to piss him off.

Inferno: Then be warned, even rivers can't stop Inferno's in a rage.

The tension in the air was so think that it could brake the blade on a hunting knife. The fight was going to happen it was only a matter of who would start it. Taker and Kane had seemingly picked their partner so to say. Y2J and Bradshaw downed their drinks and quickly found one of their own. Inferno's eye stabbed daggers into River's, she made not secret that she wanted to hurt him.

War looked at the bar tender and he nodded and looked to the bouncer, who in turned looked to his partners and started walking over to the table. These massive men might not be more then 6'1 at the most. But, in the bar they were Gods. Kane's grip on Inferno was easy to see it was taking a lot to keep her seated. River smiled at the sight.

River: What's wrong Inferno... Can't you make him let you go?

Before Inferno could answer the Bouncers arrived and interceded, before things could brake-out. Inferno's glare could kill if it was a blade. River and his friends were escorted out of the bar. Inferno and War growled in unison hating River, knowing that the fight had just begun. When they left the building that is where it would truly begin.

Inferno: War...You only prolonged what is destined to happen.

War: So sweet of you, always to enjoy what is destined. But, do you really think the hands of fate have hands in this?

Inferno: True, this is a destined fight of our own making.

Kane: When did you start doing poetry?

Taker: Thought you were supposed to be...What is that thing you always say?

Y2J: The Oh Holiest of Bitches.

Brashaw downed another four beers. Taker downed a whole bottle of Jack. Inferno downed about eighteen Ginger ales and War drank about six leaders of sprite. War watched as the Bartender kept watch over the room, he was an ex-pro wrestler named Tornado, he never made it big. But, he knew his tread well. Seeing that a different person mans the bar he walked over to the table.

Tornado: Those guys are nothing, but trouble. You want me to go ahead and call the cope to have them taken care of?

Inferno: Might be a good idea, at lest then the guys will have a tripe to the hospital first.

Taker: They still out there?

Tornado: Chances are yes. I'll have one of the guys go check.

Inferno: Have two go, check my truck. If there is even a scratch on my truck. Forget calling the cops, they won't find the bodies. I paid a lot of money to get that truck!

Taker: It's all custom made Inferno! Course you're going to pay allot of money!

Tornado looked over to the Bouncer closes; who was most likely to have heard, what was said. Then the bouncer walked to a different one, who followed him outside. After a few minuets they came back pale as ghosts.

Tornado: What is wrong Joe?

Joe: They've done and did the unthinkable.

Inferno stood and walked over and grabbed Joe's shirt pulled him down to her level.

Inferno: What did they do to my truck!

Her voice was a growl of controlled anger.

Joe: They...They...They

Joe was in utter shock; they had turned the tuck completely over. Scratched it up and broke the windows. Inferno knowing that something bad had happened to her truck was flying to the door, Tornado walked to the bar and picked up the phone and started to dial the number for the cops. Taker, Kane and War followed Inferno outside.

The sight was shocking, the marvelous monster of a custom Ford 450 Supper Crew was on it's top and the paint job was badly damaged. Bradshaw and Y2J came out of the bar and their jaws dropped open, River and his friend's cruelty extend to War's little Ford. The poor little car looked to have taken the most damage, the little crosier was smashed. It looked nothing like the marvelous car it did when they had entered the bar. It looked like they had taken a bull dossier and killed the poor thing.

War looked like they had killed her only child, walking to the now smashed car. She kneeled down and coerced the smashed car.

War: Don't worry My Little Baby...You in batter place. You're driving God everywhere.

War was crying like, she lost her child. Laying her head on it she started to ball. Y2J looked like he'd been beaten with a steel pipe. He walked over and put a hand on her now shacking shoulder.

War: Who could be so heartless? She didn't live passed its warranty.

She turned and hugged Y2J's waist, balling tears onto his waist. Y2J looked over to see Inferno doing something to a simarler fashion to her truck. Rubbing the hood, so loving. Kane standing beside her as well as Taker.

Taker: It's not that bad.

Kane: War's is bad.

With that said, War cried all the more harder, for her once magnificent car.

Y2J: You had insurance on it didn't you?

War: Yes...But, my poor Baby.

Crying like river on Y2J's hip.

Inferno: Shh...It's Ok Beast. Mommy going to take you to the doctor, he'll make you all better. You might need some new parts. But, don't worry ... Mommy will make sure they never leave you outside. Never smokes in your cab never stain the seats.

Inferno just couldn't take anymore; turning to Kane she hugged him and started balling.

Inferno: Those Heartless BASTARDS!

Kane looked to Taker to see him trying hard not to bust up laughing. Trying to sympathetic toward Inferno and War's predicament.

Taker: Don't worry Inferno, we'll get they guys that hurt Beast.

Y2J looked at Taker and gave him a kind of hint to not forget War's car.

Taker: and Baby.

Bradshaw was still in shock, the two vehicles where the best in the whole parking lot. Now, they were killed. Then they heard a load horn, like that of an eighteen wheeler truck. Turning they found a tractor and it's smiling driver, River. Who was laughing at Inferno and War.

River: Thought you got the best of us did you.

Inferno: You cold hearted Motherfucker!

War: Your Cock Sucking Mother Fucking! Man Whores!

Y2J is in utter shock that she could talk and still been understood threw the tears. War pulled a gun and pointed it at River.

War: You Kill BABY! NOW YOU MUST DIE!

Looking to have gone insane, War and Inferno jumped into action and ran at River. His friends stood in the way. Taker and Kane and Y2J ran in to help, Bradshaw walked to Inferno's Truck and patted its hood softly.

Bradshaw: This one's for you big guy.

Then he turned and kneeled over War's car.

Bradshaw: I'll teach him better then to hurt ladies, Baby.

Then running into the now street fight brawl, he took on two at once. To him it looked like four men where fighting him. He was drunk; little did he know that River had drugged his drink. But, in his mind he was defending Beast and Baby's Honor. Why it meant so much to him he didn't care at the moment. But, for some resign it was life or death important. He would take on an army to defend Beast and Baby's Honor.

War was in rarer form, taking down tow guys without problems; Inferno took down four with a look of pure rage in her eyes. The fight continued until Tornado got Taker, Kane, Y2J, and a drunk Bradshaw, an enraged Inferno and a tearful War off of River and his friends.

Tornado: Go ... protect your cars.

Inferno ran at top speed to where her truck still lay upside down. While War sat next to her car, crying. The cops arrived in time to see this and some started to laugh at the two women crying and acting like the two cars where something important. But, the glares of warning from Taker, Kane, Y2J, Bradshaw and Tornado kept them from laughing.

The cope in charge walked over to Tornado and started asking questions, then turned to find Inferno still talking to her truck and War rubbing what looked to be part of the hood of what used to her car.

Taker: It's not that bad Inferno, a little paint and some repaired parts and Beast will be back to normal.

Kane: And you got Insurance on it too remember?

Inferno: But, they hurt my baby...boy.

Bradshaw was talking to a wall thinking it was a person, the drugs really messing with his head.

Inferno: Why is Bradshaw talking to the wall?

The others turned to see Bradshaw indeed was talking to the wall. Swaying from side to side as well. Two copes had called an ambulance and they put Bradshaw in one and took him to the local hospital to get a dug test done. Two tow-trucks came and removed Beast and what remained of War's Baby.

Two rental cars where provided for transportation. Kane had to drive; Inferno was morning over her truck. When they arrived at the hotel, Inferno called her Insurance company and told them what had happened and then arranged for someone to asses the damage, then she called the Ford company and informed them that she would need a copy of the list of parts and programming for Beast. Then asked if one of the guys there could also come and look over the damage done to the truck. Having Beast being a custom truck, Inferno wanted a second option on the amount of damage done to her truck. So, the insurance company couldn't slither out of the amount needed to fix it.

Also informing the Ford Company that her twin sister War's car had been totally smashed. Asked to have someone also look at it and see what could be done to help her twin sister. Inferno was a supporter of the Ford Company. She wouldn't drive anything else; the rental car had been a GMC. River and his friends where in jails being held on charges of destruction of property and assail.

War was so distraught that Y2J decided to stay with her for the night, to keep her calm. Of course Kane and Taker knew that Y2J, had always had a soft spot in his heart, for Inferno's twin sister. War looked almost the same picture as Inferno in looks, but in so many ways she was different. Unlike Inferno, War was calmer more sweat. Unlike Inferno, War was also slow to anger, where as Inferno's was a stick of dino-might with a short foes. War also seemed to be somewhat smarter in some ways then Inferno.

She could determine the sores of the problem and then decide how to fix it. Where as Inferno tinkered and toyed with the problem, and then picked one way to fix it and come hell or high water, that way was going to work.

To be continued...