Killer Queens

Vegas Davis’s Point Of View “You’re on in five Vegas!” A crew member called to me and I was shitting bricks with how nervous I was. “What’s the matter Vegas you look nervous?” A man I reconized to be Scott Hall asked. “Yeah I am nervous as hell. This crowd is so much more bigger than I'm used to,” I said giving him a small smile. “I get that, that’s why I asked Vince to let me walk out with you and stay ringside. He approved it so, I'll be right by your side if ya want me there,” he said smiling down at me. “Yeah, I'd like that,” I laughed nervously. *** “And the Dirty Demon Davis picks up the win! What a hard fought match for her tonight!” I could barely hear the announcers over the roar of the crowd and the blood rushing in my ears. Adrenaline still ran throuh my veins like a freight train. I climbed out of the ring Scott walked beside me letting me lean on him for a little support. I had the crap beat out of me and so did she but I got it worse. It was a miracle that I even won. When we got backstage Triple H was waiting for me with Stephanie at his side. “You did good out there tonight Vegas, and so didd you’re friends Elaina and Sam.,” He said. “Thanks Hunter,” I smiled. “VEGAS LYNN DAVIS!” I heard my dad’s voice echo out. I turned around to see my dad, I thought that he would’ve already been gone on tour. “DAD!” I squealed and ran to him hugging him. “Jeez Vegas, you miss me that much or something,” My dad laughed. “Of course I did dad. I thought you and the other guys had to leave for tour and that festival in the Netherlsnds,” I sais with a confused look on my face. “Well Munky and Head wanted to say goodbye before we left,” He said. That is wwhen I saw James and Brian. “MY MUNKY!” I yelped and hugged James. “Hey there miss Vegas, just remember if you need anything just call your uncle Munky,” James said loud enough just for me to hear. “thanks uncle Munky,” I said laughing a little bit. I walked up to Brian and hugged him, he was always more like a best friend than an uncle to me. “I got you a little something,” Brian spoke reaching around a coner and pulling out a guitar case. “Your serious?” I asked him knowwing that was a guitar case. He nodded and I opened the case and saw the most beautiful guitar I had ever seen. It looked just like the one that Brian used to play wwhen I wwas younger and begged him to play me a song. “you like it Vegas?” he asked. “Of course I do Brian, it looks like the one you had wwhen I was growwing up,” I say thinkingf back to all of those times. “Glad you like it,” he said smiling. *** “So Vegas wwe made it. Sometime next wweek my dad and sam’s dad Corey will be coming out to us three. It wwas so nice to see your dad,” Ekania grinned. “Yeah it was nice Elaina, I miss my dad so much. As a kid I barley saww him because he was on the road so much and now I barley see him because wwe’re both on the road so much,” I sighed. “I think all three of us know that feeling pretty well Vegas,” Sam replied as those two joined me in theone king size be beuse the three of us wwere trreating this time spent in the same hotel rooms together as a big sleepover. *** I was walking around backstage when I noticed that one of the divas was giving me diry looks. I didn’t understand what I had done to her. “So Vegas I’m Summer and I want to let you know wwhere you stand,” I looked at her completely shocked. “And just where do you think I stand blondie?” I scoffed. “Stay the hell away from the guys around here w***e!” She spat back. “Do you kiss your mother with that disgraceful and distastful mouth of yours?” I questioned incredulously. “You’re a b***h!” She screamed. “You call me a b***h like it is a bad thing sugar, but it’s not. Now if you’ll exuse me I as real woman have some work to do ,” I say. She stormed off in a flurry of hair ectensions, bad perfume and fake nails. God she was a Barbie doll looking b***h. I called my uncle Corey who was Sam’s dad. “Corey,” My voice cracked when I spkoe after he answered. “Hey Vegas what’s going on?” He asked. “Do you have a minute to talk, I could really use someone to talk to,” I felt the tears burning in my eyes. That was one thing I got it from my father that I hated aat times, I got his sensitivity. “Of coursre I do Vegas, tell uncle Corey what’s going on,” he said in a soathing voice. I told Corey the whole story and he gave me some advice and calmed me down. He and I always had a special kind of bond because as a child I spent a lot of time with him and Sam. When the phone call ended I was still crying but this time was because I just wanted my dad and I knew that o couldn’t be with him because I had to grow a pair as my uncle Chad always told me. I slid down the wall as Elaina and Sam approached. “Vegas are you alright?” Elaina asked sliding down beside me. “No I'm not okay Elaina, outside of you and sam I'm pretty sure the other girls hate me,” I said. “Why is my Vegas crying who do I need to kill?” Sam asked. “That bottle blonde bimbo who goes by the name of Summer,” I said kind of laughing. “Ooh I'm gonna kill that no good gutter snake but before I do, do I need to call my dad to calm you down?” Sam inquired. “Nope already done that myself,” I smiled weakly. “Elaina come on we have a gutter snale to kill,” Sam grabbed Elaina and stormed off in the direction Summer had stormed off in. “What’s got you down?” A man’s Texas drawl pulled my mind back to reality. “No good snooty ass women who work here that’s what,” I sniffed slightly. “Looks like you could use a friend and a drink and I can help with both if you’ll let me darlin’. By the way I'm Mark Calaway or the undertaker,” he said. “Yeah I could and nice to meet you Mark, I'm Vegas Davis,” I said smiling. “Hmm well come on MIss Vegas, I've got some whiskey in my private locker room. We'll sit in there and drink, talk about anything you’d like,” mark held out his hand to me and I took it.