Title: ATM Have a Cool Christmas Caper in the Caribbean
Author: Kaykyaka
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used within this fictional story. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made by this work of fiction.
Ratings: K+
Characters: Lita, Trish Stratus (not married in this story), Melina, DX, Edge, Nitro, Carlito, Shelton Benjamin, Randy Orton.
Summary: Three different girls from three different places end up celebrating Christmas early in the Caribbean with their favorite WWE Superstars and three very special dolls. ATM is on the case again!
Six – Carla
Toronto, Canada:
A man wearing a dusty coat walked up to his letterbox to collect his mail. Among the various bits of junk mail was a bulky brown envelope one that he had been expecting. He walked down to his cellar to give Carla her early Christmas present and saw her curled up in a blanket trying to keep warm. This man never really picked up on changes in temperature, running from the police always kept his temperature up. He touched Carla on the shoulder and she stirred. Her eyes were closed tightly and the blanket was pulled up real close to her neck. It had been a close one today but they weren't caught. She was probably just having another nightmare so he tapped her a little harder to wake her up. Her eyes shot open like a baby seal afraid that it was about to be clubbed. The man smiled at her with the envelope in his hand.
"Hey Carla, you did real good today," he said, "I got you something to say thank you for being such a good sport,"
Carla looked at the envelope in his hand then back up at him. She didn't trust him or believe that he would do anything nice for her so she said nothing and kept clutching onto the blanket. The man saw that she wasn't going to budge so he put the envelope down by her side.
"Suit yourself," he said and turned to go back upstairs and leave the seven year old girl alone in the cellar with a dull light and a PC. Carla just stayed on the couch counting backwards from ten trying to calm down. She was a very logical girl and life had taught her not to let her emotions get the best of her, in a lot of ways she was the perfect hostage; quiet, inert and with no intentions to escape. But she was hungry. She looked over at the envelope and thought that there could be food in there. She picked it up and shook it. Whatever was inside certainly wasn't food but by then her curiosity had gotten the best of her and she decided to open it up. She stared in amazement at the figure in her hand; it was a Trish Stratus doll but it was tied and gagged.
"How could he do this to you?" she said carefully unwrapping the tape from around the doll's head and body, "He must think it's really funny making a doll look like me the first time I came here – ah!"
Carla dropped Trish onto the couch in horror as the doll started to move.
"You can move!" she said excitedly and picked Trish up off the couch.
"You're squeezing me too tight!" Trish said wriggling around in Carla's hand.
"Huh?" Carla said and put Trish right up to her ear.
"I said you're squeezing too tight!" Trish said again and Carla gushed in amazement.
"You can talk!" she said.
"Yes honey I can talk," Trish said, "Look I know this is going to sound weird but we have to go back to my house,"
"Your house?" Carla asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Trish said.
"Why?" Carla asked.
"Because . . . it's me, I'm the real Trish Stratus," Trish said and Carla started to laugh.
"This is just like that bit in Toy Story when Buzz thinks he's the real Buzz Lightyear," she said and Trish put her hands over her face.
"I am Trish Stratus and I'll prove it, where's your phone?" Trish asked then Carla's face soured. Suddenly Trish realized that the girl didn't live here.
"Carla?" she said and Carla gasped in shock.
"You know my name!" she said surprised.
"Yes and you're in danger aren't you?" Trish asked compassionately.
"Not really, not as long as I'm good," Carla answered.
Suddenly the cellar door creaked open and the man in the dusty coat came down the stairs with pizza in his hand.
"I figured you'd be hungry so I bought you some pizza," he said and placed the pizza box down by the couch. He saw the doll and smiled a bit, "I see you opened your present," he said and Carla nodded.
"Thank you," she said and the man frowned guilt appearing all over his face and he disappeared back up the stairs. As soon as he left Carla flung open the pizza box and got right into the pizza. She put Trish on the pizza box lid and tucked in. Trish walked up to the pizza and picked off a slice of pepperoni which she subsequently dropped on account of it being too hot. Carla started to laugh; it was the funniest thing seeing a doll try to eat a slice of pepperoni.
"You're funny Trish," Carla said as Trish licked her fingers.
"Well there's nothing funny about this," Trish said and Carla shrugged.
"It's not so bad," she said and Trish couldn't believe her ears and she jumped on Carla's knee.
"Honey you've been kidnapped you've got to get out of here!" Trish said.
"And go where?" Carla answered sadly and Trish frowned thinking that Carla had a case of Stockholm syndrome.
"And go home Carla, to your family," she said reassuringly with a smile.
Carla lowered her head and started to cry. Trish bit her lip that hadn't been her intention at all she just wanted to get the girl out of danger. She climbed up on Carla's shoulder and spoke directly into her ear.
"Look honey I know you don't believe that I am Trish Stratus but I am and to prove it I'm gonna get you out of here," Trish reassured her.
"No Trish you don't understand, he's a bank robber and I'm his hostage. He uses me everytime he robs a bank, he's getting ready to pull another job today," Carla explained and Trish jumped down and went over to what looked like a gun by the computer. Trish rubbed her chin and skipped back over to Carla.
"I think I may have an idea," she said, "just make sure I'm with you when he takes you into the bank,"
Carla couldn't believe what she was hearing it was like God had sent her an angel. She didn't know how right she was.
Downtown Toronto:
The man pulled up to the bank and concealed his weapon in his coat. He looked over at Carla, she looked ready like always and he expected everything to go as normal.
"You ready?" he asked.
Carla nodded.
"Okay, get out of the car," he said and she obeyed. He came around and held her by her jacket making sure the gun was concealed until he entered the bank; Carla did the same thing with Trish who was in her jacket pocket. They entered the bank and the man pulled the gun out and fired a shot into the air.
"Everybody down!" he yelled and people started to scream, some hitting the ground others just frozen in terror, "I said everybody down!" he said again and this time everybody was on the ground. Trish poked her head out of Carla's jacket pocket and climbed up onto her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked her.
"I'm fine," she said to Trish and the man turned and looked at her.
"Who are you talking to?" he asked firmly.
"Nobody," Carla answered and he looked at her distrustfully, "don't blow this Carla," he warned her then he turned his attention back to the bank customers, "Okay everybody listen up, this will go real smoothly if I get what I want when I want it, if I don't get 100 percent co-operation from all of you I will shoot this little girl in the head,"
The man pointed the gun directly at Carla's head and Trish felt like she was gonna throw up but she calmed down, deciding she had to be strong for Carla who had already been through this terrible ordeal enough times for one lifetime.
"Put $100,000 in a bag and kick it this way," the man said to the bank teller who nervously started to do as he asked. It was at this point that Trish started to make her way towards the gun. She climbed over Carla's back so no-one would see her and stepped onto her other shoulder. When she got there she carefully stretched up to the safety latch of the gun pointed at Carla's head and switched it on. Then she tickled Carla's ear which was the signal that she had completed the task and Carla nodded.
"He ain't got no ammo!" she cried out and the man turned to look at her like she was crazy.
"Carla what are you crazy?" he said and suddenly the police burst through the door.
"Freeze!" they said and the man looked at Carla with complete contempt.
"You ruined everything!" he said and went to pull the trigger but nothing happened, as he realized that the safety was on the policemen took him down and secured his weapon. Trish jumped onto the officer who had taken the gun and grabbed onto his holster pulling the gun out exposing the handle. Carla watched her nervously as Trish pulled the magazine out of the gun before jumping back onto Carla.
"What did you do that for?" Carla asked her.
"Trust me," Trish said and some more officers came and escorted Carla to their police car. Waiting by the car were two people who Carla instantly recognized as her parents.
"You found our little girl," the mother said.
"How can we ever repay you?" the father said to the officer.
"Finding Carla alive and well is all the thanks we need," the police officer said. The kidnapper looked over at Carla and her parents as the cops tried to put the handcuffs on. He suddenly got away from them and pulled his gun from the officer that had holstered it and aimed it at Carla who gasped but there were no bullets in the gun, Trish had taken them out.
"Take him down!" the cops yelled and jumped on top of him, putting the cuffs on and shoving him into the back of the police car.
"You saved my life!" Carla whispered to Trish who was concealed in her pocket.
"Just doing my job," Trish replied and Carla gave her a quick kiss and put her back in her pocket.
"Come here sweetie," Carla's mother said opening her arms for Carla to come into but Carla didn't move towards her. Trish noticed that Carla was reluctant to move and both her parents seemed a little uncomfortable about the whole thing and the officer gave them a wary look.
"Oh she's just scared," Carla's father said and embraced his daughter who did not reciprocate.
"Well she's back with her family now, take care of her guys," the police officer said. As they got into the car Trish ran up to Carla's shoulder and squeezed her neck warmly noticing that the girl was no happier than she had been in that awful man's cellar. Carla isn't out of danger yet she thought as the car pulled away from the drama that had taken place in downtown Toronto and made its way to the place Carla's parents called home.
Carla's house, Toronto:
Trish knew this area well in fact her house wasn't far away. She sat a top Carla's bed looking around her room for some evidence of a child's presence but there was none; there were no toys on the floor, or any pictures or drawings on the walls. The room was decorated but not in anyway that would appeal to a seven year-old girl. Trish scratched her head, there was no doubt that she would have to leave and go home soon to tell someone that she was alright but first she had to make sure Carla was safe. She slid down off of Carla's bed and went out of the door. She walked towards the stairs and looked down, to her at her height going down the stairs would be like climbing down Mount Everest, so she hopped onto a couple of boxes and up onto the banister that cascaded down to the ground floor. She climbed on and slid down screaming in pleasure all the way down. She landed on her feet and stood up proudly.
"Still got it!" she said applauding herself, "That was fun I gotta do that when I get home,"
Suddenly a gruff snarl took all the enthusiasm out of Trish's voice as she looked behind her and saw a big dog looking at her.
"Okay stay calm," she said to herself then the dog started to bark, "ARGHHH!" she screamed and ran towards the living room. She dodged left and right to avoid the dog's teeth but his hot breath was making her sweat. She ran behind the bean bag and he shoved his nose behind there to get to her, she jumped into a plant pot near the fish tank and decided there was only one way out of this. She climbed up the top of the table the fish tank was resting on. Seeing there was no way she could get in from there she climbed onto the plant and catapulted herself into the tank pushing back on the stalk hard. She landed with a big splash wetting the dog that was barking loudly below. Trish started to throw objects from inside the fish tank onto the dog.
"Go away!" she shouted but he just barked louder. Then Trish saw two shadows talking back and forth in the kitchen and they came towards the living room, it was Carla's parents and they were having an argument.
"I was sure we were rid of her! He even had a chance to shoot her and he didn't!" Carla's mother said.
"Well next time maybe the kidnapper won't be so sympathetic," the father said.
"Or incompetent," his wife added indignantly.
Trish's gasped in shock: Carla's parents had arranged the whole thing, they wanted to get rid of Carla! Trish shook her head in disbelief then suddenly the dog jumped up and nearly bit her head off sending the Canadian back into the tank at lightning speed.
"Oliver!" Carla said and the dog ran over to her and started rubbing his head against her as she came over. Carla came down to see what all the noise was about and saw a blond swimming with all the fishes in the tank. Carla shook her head and reached in and pulled Trish out.
"That's no place for a seven time women's champion," Carla said fondly when her parents came into the room.
"Where'd you get that doll?" her mother asked.
"From the kidnapper," Carla replied and her parents shook their heads at each other both despising the kidnapper even more for his generosity to their daughter.
"Why don't you go up and draw a bath?" Carla's mother said sweetly. Carla frowned not understanding why her mother was being so nice to her all of a sudden.
"Okay," she said and Trish got a sick feeling in her stomach and turned to watch Carla's parents as they went back up the stairs.
Carla's mother turned to her husband with a vengeful look in her eye.
"The idiot gave her a doll to play with, he got attached that's why he didn't finish the job," she said.
"What are we gonna do now?" her husband asked and his wife patted him on the arm.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this myself once and for all,"
In the bathroom Carla was worried that Trish might drown so she put her on the side of the tub and poured water over her gently. It was nice Trish really appreciated not having to smell like fish water for a minute more than she had to and Carla certainly enjoyed having Trish around; she felt so much safer plus she was an only child and didn't have any friends aside from a couple of girls she'd talk to on the internet.
"I really like hanging out with you Trish," Carla said, "I wish I had a toy comb I could do your hair with,"
"Forget about me Carla, we have to get out of here and go to my house," Trish said.
"Why?" Carla asked.
"Carla, how do your parents feel about you?" Trish asked her.
"We don't talk much and when we do, it's always instructions like "Go to bed" or "Wash up the plates"" Carla looked down for a second then looked back up at Trish, "Sometimes they forget to feed me and I go to bed hungry,"
Trish knew there was no better time to tell her what she heard her parents saying in the living room, "Carla your parents arranged the kidnapping, they're trying to get rid of you," she said then covered her mouth as soon as she spoke, "You already knew didn't you?" Trish said and Carla nodded.
"I heard them talking about it before it all happened," she said sadly, "They don't want me around," she said and started to cry, "But I've got you now so it doesn't matter," she said with a smile and Trish nodded then the door opened and Carla's mother came in and closed the door behind her. Carla gulped as the woman came closer, her face an emotionless mask. She reached to stroke Carla's face then she grabbed her daughter's throat and squeezed it and then she forced Carla's head under the water. Carla kicked and screamed but her mother was holding her down with both hands making it impossible for her to get up. Trish jumped off the side of the tub into the water and swam down to the bottom. When she got there she pulled on the plug with all her might and removed it letting the water out. Carla breathed in the air as the water began to disappear. Trish grabbed onto the plug chain and pulled herself back up to the side of the tub. She knocked over several shower gel tubes and opened them squeezing all the contents onto the floor causing Carla's mother to slip and slide and eventually lose her balance altogether and fall onto the floor. Carla looked down at her mother while clutching her throat sucking back as much air into her lungs as possible. She grabbed Trish and jumped out of the tub careful not to slip on all the shower gel.
"Grab your robe!" Trish said and Carla grabbed it from off the back of the door before ripping it open and running down the stairs and out of the house. Trish admired the girl's instincts as the house was definitely not safe for her to stay in a moment longer, not even to call the police.
"This way!" she said giving Carla directions to her house. Ten minutes later Carla was standing in front of a huge house where a tall Canadian man was sitting on the steps and when he saw her he got up looking at her concerned. Carla was dripping wet and looking up at the man through damp hair but she recognized him right away.
"Edge?" she asked and the tall man nodded.
"You got it honey," Edge answered with a warm smile and Carla handed Trish to him.
"I think someone wants to talk to you," she said and Edge looked at the doll in her hand. It was Trish Stratus only much, much smaller.
"You understood me when I told you I'd be here," Trish said as Edge took her gently up to his face for a closer look.
"Well you are The Truth: Trish Stratus," he said with a big smile and Trish smiled back. Edge removed his jacket and wrapped it around Carla lowering himself down to her level.
"How would you like to come to a WWE pre-Christmas party in the Caribbean?" he asked her and Carla's face lit up like a Christmas ornament.
"Yes," she said and Edge picked her up, took the spare key from under Trish's welcome mat and took them both into the house where it was safe and warm.