Final Destination

[PornStar]

CONTINUED FROM ELSEWHERE

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Jason sure as hell hated being on the run. Why, oh why was this happening again? Oh... right...

He looks over in his passenger seat. Lilith... the widow... or technically the soon to be widow of professional wrestler Jon Pryor, whom she never officially married yet...

See... long story short, Lilith showed up at Jason's former employer's tower, unconscious, amnesiac... She was helped by the one woman that Jason probably admired and cared about, instead of the general piece of meat they seemed to be to him, Candice Angel. Helped back to health... eventually, Lilith got ahold of some of the tapes from her previous wrestling promotion hailing from Detroit, regaining her memory on just about all aspects, bizarrely enough to Jason... just unable to remember her husband. She took this news as Jason hiding things from her since he clued her in on a lot, snapped, and the two basically brawled and tore apart Candice's suite in her old company's tower. Jason won, of course ...

Anyways... security had taken Lilith... actually disrobed her to make sure she didn't have anything dangerous on her, and strapped her to a table... something that the former adult film star, Jason, heavily thought of using in his next movie. Jason sprung her by knocking out the doc with his crutch, the two got in the truck formerly known as the PussyWagon, and they split town, trying to find Candice, who split as well from a little shellshock from Jason vs. Lilith: Dumbest Fight...

EVAR!!!

That's when things got weird. Jason's stable affiliation... they started gettin' picked off, one by one. Tommy Gunns: Dead. Tha Infamous 187? Laid out in a coma, victim of a driveby. Kasino Royale? Blown the fuck up... and it kept going and going... Jason has no idea where it's at. Why's he still alive? This bitch killing them considered him so worthless that a bullet is a more prized possession... so... yay?

'Course, some weird shit happened to the unlikely pair as well. Jason googled Jon's address, and took Lilith up to her dead fiance's property, to find some answers. They found nothing but a stockpile of personal and monetary treasures... which Jason left all for Lilith, wrapped up in paper grocery bags in the back. It ain't his to have... even with all that money. Man's got a near foot long dick anyways... gettin' cash from fatties is easy... ANYways...

Jon's property. Yeah. So......... while in Jon's safe... an image of Lilith's tattoo got SCORCHED to the side of his truck... a black rose found in the passenger seat. Freakin' that broad out... something that she definitely didn't know the meaning of until that precise moment in time, and having Jason playing hero after checking for a bomb. Whoever thought he'd be responsible for more than his own skin?

At least, they finally got ahold of Miss Angel... thank god. Lilith pursuing from a debt, Jason pursuing from a feeling that far surpassed a hard dick, both needing something stable to put their feet on to figure out step numero two... at least Jason. He wouldn't be shocked if he was sent on his way right away.

"Fuckin' Illinois... finally..."

He'd been driving for far too long... he was damn glad it was within an hour before he'd finally get to stop the truck and get the fuck out, and hopefully... not get shot or bombed? That'd be great... wait...

Chicago...

*makes a note to stay right by fuggin' Lake Michigan...*

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[Lilith]

"Are we there yet?"

Lilith begins to annoy only as Lilith can annoy fro the back seat of the.. Pussy Wagon. Feet kicked up against the window she rolls her tongue around on the inside of her cheek while making a clicking sound. On the road again with... with.... Buck. Suicidal thoughts would be in her mind if it wasn't for the fact that she could never bring herself to damage her, perfect, body.

............

............

Ya fuckin' heard me. God damn haters. Go blow more loads and use windex over me before you come a knockin' with insults and shit, damn. Moving on. Lilith lays down in the back seats, her hands clasped behind her head softly as she stares up at the roof of the... Pussy Wagon.

"Are we theeeeeeeereeeee yet? I could start kicking the back of the seat you know... maybe I should start banging my hands against it to the theme of 'we will rock you' just because, I, can.

Seriously... we almost there? I'm getting like seriously pissed here. I want a drink, and I want answers. Not to mention.... no offense, but thanks for helping me.... the only issue I have with that is since the whole Fam-Regime seems to be you know...

Being dropped like a bad coke habit

I'm really not to sure if staying near you right now, is good for my long term health plan you know?"

[PornStar]

"I'm worthless... remember? If anything, I should fear you... It ain't my spectacular chest tat that's being advertised on my truck now... and I don't know what the fuck a black rose is... I blame you for my future misfortunes... "

He glances back in the mirror with a grin on his face.

"Ain't gonna be much longer than an hour, toots. You puttin' up for a good place to stay or we gonna hide all yer man's cash and let Candice do it for us?"

[Lilith]

"Candi agreed to help us right? Helping includes paying... besides, we may need some of this money if things go bad down there. I have a seriously bad vibe feeling going on Buck.... like sure, I'm sober so... bad vibes are normal but still..

Something seems to fit too well you know? It's like... the Fam-Regime is getting spiked, then this thing.. it's all happening to quickly and all within a short short time period. Either the things are connected.... or there's a massive, massive coincidence going on.

I personally don't believe in those so yeah....

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Hey Buck.... do you believe in the Dead?"

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[PornStar]

"Well... considerin' I've seen a few corpses myself and know I'mma die one day, yeah... whatchu gettin' at, woman?"

[Lilith]

"Hm.... maybe nothing.."

Lilith rolls up her sleeve on her right arm and rubs the marking on the upper right section of her arm. She sighs a bit while looking up at the roof of the Pussy Wagon... Jesus lol. She slowly sits up in the back seats and sighs while placing her left hand on the back of Buck's head rest.

"You know.. everyone has skeletons in their closets Buck. The Fam-Regime has a truck load.... I have my own.. and you probably have some yourself. Karma can suck Buck...

I'm starting to wonder how many 'Demons' are gonna haunt us before the year's end...

Better yet...

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.......

Wonder how many survivors will be left before the year ends..."

[PornStar]

"Me... I ain't dyin' evar. Fuck that shit... I'll run again. Wanna live? Follow me..."

He stops at the Chicago toll, paying the fee and continuing.

"I seriously hope that shit stays contained though, really... I mean, christ... Wrassler's got enough problems before some psycho starts offin' them like she's doing the world a favor... Me? I only made some dirty movies... I ain't got nowhere NEAR the underground ties that the lesser of the evils of the Fam has... I think I'm even cleaner than yer man..."

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[Lilith]

"Odds are you're cleaner than all of us.... which is very very sad. And depressing..... and... sad. I really want a normal life.... why is that so hard to obtain. It's not like I'm asking to rule the world or become massively famous world wide or anything... I just want to live a normal life.

But nnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo....

Guess normal lives aren't things everyone can have, huh Buck?"

[PornStar]

Jason mulls over the thought in his head. Had he even ever had the "normal life?" Nah... his dick was huge when he was like, in the sixth grade... so it definately wasn't normal by standards. Chicks dug it though...

"Fresh starts, y'never know. I'm thinkin' it could be, it really could. Who knows. Find you a new man and settle down perhaps? Just chill in Chicago and use some of that cash to net you a sweet lakefront condo? I know I wouldn't mind banging bitches in front of a huge picture window in front of Lake Michigan... makes it way easier..."

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[Lilith]

"....

The idea that someone like you may potentially have a cleaner soul then myself is so very, very depressing Buck.

Fresh starts, you know thats a lot easier said then done Bucky boy. You may have the ability to wipe your mind clean of any wrong doings that have been had, I however tend to have a much harder time pretending everything is okay when it is clearly not. Guilt is really not something, despite my efforts, that I can ignore.

Not to mention that oh so creeping feeling that something very bad will no doubt happen..."

Lilith rubs the marking on her arm again before tilting her head down to look at it. Why would anyone do that? Press it into the side of Buck's wagon? It was of course, an obvious message to Lilith. She got that much. The more... concerning matter, was whom, how.... and where did they go. Knowing where she and Buck had been obviously, Lilith didn't like the fact that whoever was doing their part of this mind game.... might be somehow involved in the Fam-Regime situation.

[PornStar]

"Meh... I'm sure we're alright for now... Just gotta keep our eyes open. I mean, we been left alone since we left Pryor's house, and we've been at how many shitty motels in the middle of nowhere? If something was gonna happen, it would have by now. That place was just fuckin' haunted or some shit, so sorry 'bout draggin' ya there... but not like we didn't come out of it with a few needs taken care of and a few questions answered either."

[Lilith]

"You will pay for having me along this little road trip down memory lane, believe me. For now I'm in no mood to strangle you.... besides, I still need you for now. At least at the moment, you're not expendable.... lucky huh. Fuck....."

Lilith sighs before leaning back down in the back seats, putting her hands behind her head while huffing out in annoyance. Son of a bitch, this is some bullshit. Lilith was pissed dude, flat out. Buck's ass is slow as Miss Daisy when it comes to driving. Lilith bounces her right thigh up and off of her left knee every now and then as the drive continues on. She, needed, Vodka. Okay seriously now, no joking around here. Lushness and total bitchness aside, all seriousness, Lilith needed a god damn drink. Badly. Fuck water, fuck pop, screw coolers. V-O-D-K-A is motherfucking needed right now. She closes her eyes and tries to relax as the burning urge for booze, sex, and answers gets hotter within her.

[PornStar]

"You'll be fine. Had it not been for whatever ghost was floatin' around to fuck with us... hell, ya might'a learned somethin'. Besides... you've got cash now instead of just a shredded doctor's coat... that ain't bad, now, is it? Plus... we got us a few guns ... That's always cool. Like I said... we're prolly fine. I just ain't going back there again, like, evar."

He tosses his cell phone to the back, seeing the Chicago city limits signs passing the moving vehicle.

"Wanna give mah wimmen a call?"

[Lilith]

"Your woman... cute, I need to remember that the next time I'm down and I need a good pick me up when booze are not within reach. Your woman... ha."

Lilith grabs Buck's cell phone and with a smirk on her face, flips the phone open and starts thumbing through the menu icons. Looking for call history, and or looking for his..... ah-HA! Lilith hits the jackpot. Buck's phone book memory list. Lilith grins as she looks back to the back of Buck's seat while scrolling through some of the names listed. Yikes. We here at Global Championship Wrestling apologize for the current level of censorship displayed around Buck Wylde A.K.A. Porn Star, and Lilith Creighton. Their thoughts, actions and above all words do not reflect the overall belief system of Global Championship Wrestling, as a whole.

Lilith giggles a bit as she thumbs through some of the phone numbers, giggling almost like a school girl. This was to good to be fucking true right here. Lilith sits up in the back seat, kicking her hands up near the stick shift, she runs her left hand through her hair and just shakes her head from side to side. Jesus, Fucking, Christ. Lilith looks at Buck from an angle as she finally decides that for now, she'd memorized enough to potentially destroy him in the future. As she scrolls down to Candi's name she presses 'Call' and realizes as the tone cuts in and sends the call.... this is Buck. Nothing can destroy this man, he doesn't give a rat's ass about his reputation. She sighs and hangs her head in semi-disappointment.

[Candice Angel]

$-Peace and quiet. No agitating wrestlers. No overbearing sisters running around making the argument that abortion should be legal even more easier to accept and most of all no massive workload weighing down a office desk in front of her, leaving her with the "deer caught in the headlights" look. It was peaceful. Just to relax and lay inside of her suite in the hotel 'Mandy and herself had called home for the better part of the past two weeks. But...As always in life, good things must come to an end.-$

$-Buck Wylde. The bastard. She was free. She was free from the constant advances and perverted suggestions as well as the CONSTANT reminders of him being the sickest jackass on the planet, from the crap load of memos she received almost every week back in Toronto. It was over. A thing of the past. No more. Freedom was attained, freedom was hers...-$

$-Until the bastard found her. *Sigh* He found her and was on his way here to Chicago along with...Her. That in itself gave Candice an uneasy feeling as she lay flat on the bed in her suite. Nothing against the two of them but, it seemed that they or rather the people affiliated with them weren't exactly the smartest individuals to want to be in the presence of as of late. And now they were headed her way? Wow. Great. Thanks for nothing Buck and Lilith, thanks for nothing. Now she was going to be forced partially back into the same mindset, in which she had thought was long gone and left in Canada. She knew this wasn't a good idea at all at a time like this. That was a given. But as always there was a small part of her that just wasn't going to refuse to help someone who clearly needed it. Sucker she was and most likely would always be. A slight sigh escapes her lips, rising up halfway on the bed she lay on seconds ago. Her arm extended towards her phone which lay motionless on the night stand nearby, taking it up and glancing down at the display screen before bringing the device to her ear and responding as the call was connected...Here we go again...-$

"Yes Buck...What now...?"