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Lacklan · (04-06-2023)

The Formation of the #CoolKids

~~Sunday, August 6th, 2017~~

Spirit of 77 was lively this Sunday night, with the sports bar playing host to a variety of sports and beer fans. Several small televisions were scattered throughout the place in various corners, each showing a different athletical flavor, but the giant screen comprised of the 16 monitors above the bar showed one thing:

Stacy Jones.

Sarah Selena Lacklan bit the bottom of her lip as the sports channel went over the results and possible fallout of the Ladies All Star wrestling event held within the city that night, just a few blocks from where she sat. The albino wrestler was in somewhat incognito mode, with her platinum hair partially covered by her Hello Kitty beanie and large sunglasses covering her pale face and red eyes. The bar was not bright by any means, which was well due to her difficulty seeing in bright lights, but she was simply not in the mood to deal with fans, reporters, or drunken men.

She takes her eyes off the television, off the reminder that the night had not gone the way she had planned, in ANY form, and looked down the long table at which she sat. She was not alone, of course, as her fiance Kenzi Grey sat next to her, here caramel lover also wearing shades. But even then, the sheer star power of Kenzi was a sight to behold: A head full of long braids that fell down past her breasts and an intangible yet still unmistakable sheen of SOMETHING that emanated from her, a glow of stardom and fierceness.

Sarah was not precisely sure when she realized that she was gay, especially considering that she had had a male lover less than a month before she and Kenzi started dating, but she fully knows she is now. Her tearful admission to her father that she “might” be gay had turned into a full-blown acceptance of that fact at some point a few months ago, even to the point of asking a woman to marry her. And she WAS going to marry that woman, regardless of what her future mother-in-law had to say on the matter.

She looks at the rest of the table and cannot help but smirk. No one had seen it coming, but over the last couple of weeks, she had been instrumental in bringing together a sort of fight club, and they were all at the table in the sports bar tonight. Roxy Cotton, the bombastic peroxide queen who made people run and hide when she went on a cyberbulling tear, also wearing sunglasses indoors, was busy giving the waiter the rough side of her tongue for bringing her the wrong order Sarah had been surprised by her being a vegan, as such lifestyles were difficult to uphold in their business, but the true vehemence of her string of heated swears at the waiter for forgetting her tofu was refreshing and fun.

Ashley Williams and Angelica Vaughn, both wearing sunglasses as well, were falling over themselves watching cat videos on their phones. Both blondes were trying to out-cute one another, finding video after video of kittens mewing, cats jumping, and even the occasional rabbit hopping. Angie was the current Cuteness Champion with her collection of cat-bread gifs, which boggled Sarah’s mind. How could there be so much media about such an obscure idea as a cat wearing a piece of bread like an article of clothing?

Milisandre Crowthorne, the only other brunette at the table aside from Kenzi, could not hide her annoyance behind her own set of sunglasses. The Oregon native was awkward in most social situations, which Sarah loved to tease her about, particularly since the brunette had gravitated towards her as naturally as Sarah had towards her. There was...something...to Milisandre that drew her. Something in her eyes, or in the way she bit her lip when she was amused. Or perhaps because they fought in similar ways, both delighting in the idea of making their opponents beg and plead for mercy.

She and her five friends represented...something...in Ladies All Star. She didn’t know what yet, but something. Kenzi had had a revolution as a wrestler in the calendar year, a fact that Sarah had claimed as her own influence. Ashley had fought for the company before in her own wide-ranging career, and had now brought her protege Angie to the fold. Roxy’s general bombastaty was a treat to watch and participate in, and she couldn’t WAIT until Smyth got a load of her brand of “respect.” And there was a quite hunger in Mil that was exciting to watch. Six bodies who were, at least for the moment, aligned in thought. They jokingly referred to themselves as “The Cool Kids” and had already chased off a few interested drunkards by telling them “You can’t sit with us.”

Her eyes turn back towards the television set where the talking heads had moved onto the main event of the evening, the farce of a match between Smyth and Reilly. A match that was filled with more people who only showed up in LAW for the occasional paycheck whenever they felt like it. Not like herself, how had been a prominent fixture and never missed a match or promotional deadline in her career, for ANY company. LAW was the same this week as it was last month, the same people showing up whenever they wanted to and never getting punished when they decided to not show up at all.

“It is time for a change.”

Her normally high voice is low as she speaks to herself.

“This is what the revolution is about. This is what the flames are for.”

She turns back to the table.

“Beloved?”

Kenzi turns from laughing with Roxy and gives her an exaggerated bow of her head.

“My Queen?”

Sarah would normally return such silliness with her own massive eyeroll but was not in the mood.

“I wish to spend time at the manor. To train. To focus. Will that be okay with your Hexx schedule?”

Kenzi shrugs and Sarah notices Milisandre’s eyes perk up at the word “manor.”

“I’m the boss! Gonna be FUN going back to Lacklanland!”

Sarah nods as she looks back up at the large television screen now showing the promotional graphic of Smyth vs. Roberts for the LAW Championship.

“Hoist the banner. Raise the colors.”

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