1.0. (Aero) Darcy simply grinned at her, hearing the ding of the captain coming over the loudspeaker. ''Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii. We'll be landing shortly, have a great time in paradise!'' ''Hawaii, eh?'' she smiled, mouth agape in some surprise, ''Very smooth.'' ''I do try,'' Darcy chuckled, leaning in to kiss his wife's forehead, ''We both needed a vacation.'' ''You can say that again.'' Now, the only thing on her mind was when that pesky 'seatbelt' light would come on.
''I can't believe there are actually forms to be filled out for a woman to consent to her husband putting her on a plane with a blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones.''
1.2. (Snip) ''So you didn't tell him yet?'' Amy was laughing, but not at her husband. She spoke into the phone with a vigor he hadn't seen since the whole Lane Stevens debacle had reared its ugly head. ''He's gonna think I'm such a bad influence. God, it's like high school all over aga--- oh hey, Darcy's back, I've gotta go. I'll see you at the show! Thanks!'' A moment later, she tossed the phone onto the bed and approached him with her bottom lip tucked strategically under her canine teeth. ''And as for you...'' she grinned, ''Wanna hit the poolside bar?''
Darcy was off making plans for their journey in Hawaii, and he returned to find his favorite redhead glued to her cell phone. She never really had female friends to surround herself with, but one of her stablemates' girlfriends had become quite the fixture in Amy's phone bills. He sort of smiled to himself, surprising himself by thinking that maybe the silly 'Highwaymen' thing might have actually brought something positive into their lives, as opposed to just a bigger target on his wife's forehead.
''You should come by tomorrow...'' He had given her a card. He was a HUGE Samoan man, apparently security for some executive staying at the resort, who claimed to own a gym in the town nearby. Though it meant tearing herself away from the beach, Amy knew a good session with a bunch of skin-on-skin style Samoan punishers would work wonders for her in-ring abilities when it came to earning her shot at Lane's undeserved title. He chuckled. This guy was so big, she could hear the air beating around in his lungs with every upward heave of his chest, ''If you're not too hungover, that is. And Darce... man...'' the anonymous admirer smiled, winking at Mrs. Markson, ''Nice job. Maybe I'll see you guys this week.''
1.2. (Snipe)
After a few straight shots of tequila, Amy and Darcy were running rampant around their paradise. It was a beautiful resort, but it was also filled to the brim with your run of the mill tourists. Many of those people, the ones who didn't recognize Amy outright, saw the amount of ink in her skin and her careful fashion, and they assumed that she just had to be someone famous. After all, someone who looks like that would have to have money behind their name to get into such a nice vacation spot. She grinned wickedly in every photo, but both took greater pleasure in the three or four people who knew them for what they actually did. Most of their real fans were kids on vacation with their folks, but the conversation was a whole lot better than it had been with the frilly old folks that were there to get plastered on two discounted martinis each. The man shaking Darcy's hand appreciatively was particularly interesting, so she inserted herself tactfully into their encounter by wrapping arms around her husband's waist. The stone-cold sober fan looked at her with an expression far warmer than his state.
That's ALL I've been thinking about. Trying to vacation was such a waste of time when I was so close to such an important match. I've relaxed myself into a state where I actually don't want to fight the man. But while in Hawaii, I was given the option to train...
For once in my life, I was willing to work. I took the opportunity to see where it lead me.
On the other hand, Amy was willing to admit that her jiu jitsu sucked. It might not have been UFC, but when an opponent took a fight to the ground she was almost entirely useless. A good set of training with these monsters could only help matters. With every move, she felt herself becoming more of... well... herself. The Highwaymen as a stable were fantastic, but people tended to forget that it was an alliance of individuals -- and Amy didn't necessarily play by the same rules as, say, Jonathan Rhine. She calculated every movement with a full fit of passion when she was backstage and in the ring, though it wouldn't seem like that to an unsuspecting viewer. It was upsetting, though, that she found her husband suddenly plotting revenge. He was ready to tear into Lane Stevens the second he could wriggle out of the leash she had on him and, although it was unpleasant to think of him being in harm's way again, Amy knew his freedom was inevitable. She wanted to hold on for another week or so... just long enough to get to what meant the most to Stevens -- his position of power. When her head screwed itself back on, Amy found herself with both shoulders on an unforgiving mat -- and the Samoan who'd just thrown her was getting ready to do something that slightly resembled a fat man throwing one of the most ouch-worthy elbows of all time. She BARELY slipped out of the way, and it took him a minute to catch up once he'd landed. ''How much do you weigh?!'' she eeked. '''Bout three hundred.'' ''I'm gonna die here, aren't I?'' He chuckled... and it shook the ring. It was brutal, the training. Over the course of a few days, she turned her vacation into a nightmarish Hawaiian Kempo training camp. Needless to say, Darcy didn't end up happy.
1.3. (Clip)
Darcy had argued the idea, and eventually decided to catch up on some sleep and paperwork while Amy went to the gym. It wasn't like her to desire a workout, much less a crushing spar session with Samoan mixed martial artists.
My time in Hawaii wasn't so fun, and my husband wasn't so happy when we got home. He saw me spending way too much time putting effort towards Lane Stevens - whether it was for good or bad - and honestly? I think he was getting a little jealous. He proved that the night after we got back to Oakland.
Amy was reading Guitar World and chewing on a toothbrush for no apparent reason. This would normally be an adorable quirk, but in her husband's state of mind? It was a waste of a toothbrush, and little else. Regardless, the redhead looked back over her shoulder at him. She was laying comfortably on the couch they'd recently replaced due to kitty-claw issues, and had been enjoying herself. ''I swear,'' she giggled, ''Giant Samoans sitting on me did NOT count as sex! I'm never gonna call any of them!'' For once, it wasn't a time for sarcasm. ''Lane.'' ''What about him?'' ''You just spent our vacation in a gym, sparring with a bunch of fatass fighters instead of enjoying some time with your husband,'' he growled, ''And I know I complained about it quite enough on the plane home, but it's honestly all getting ridiculous. When do I get my shot at him?'' Amy sighed, ''I said to give me a week, Darcy. I need my shot at his title before you get to maim him.'' Before he could protest, she continued, ''You know what I'm planning. You're the only one who does. Just let me take what means the most to him in this moment, and then we can deal with stripping everything else away.'' ''He's got an uncommon interest in you, Amy,'' he said, ''This is only getting worse. He's only going to dig up more and more, and when he can't find anything? Well, he'll lie.'' She sighed, but he kept up. ''How can you ever hope to win this? Every week, it's just 'one more week'. It's another goal. You reach the goal and he smacks you down harder. He isn't going to stop until someone else intervenes.'' With all the pomp she could muster, the little redhead stood up from her seat and effectively ended the argument before walking to bed. ''Not this time. This week, I'm getting too close for comfort.'' Amy snarled and shook her head, ''Let him bring everything he can. He's done his worst. Then... then, I'll send you in.'' But until then, she wasn't going to live as the woman who had to get a man to do a monster's job. (OOC Note:Sorry to my opponent this week -- the lovely Ross. I wish I could have given you more competition, but I was dealing with health problems as everyone knows. I'll be back to true form next week... but for now, I can only apologize to those who forced themselves to read through this half-assed attempt at an RP)
1.4. (Clap~!)
''You're spending too much time on him.''