Double Trouble

Chapter 1

She banged her head against the steering wheel as she tried once more to start the car. Nothing. The engine didn't cough or sputter. Hell, it wasn't even clicking now when you turned the key. This was not good...this was so not good. “Fuck!” she yelled slamming her hand against the dash.

“Do you feel any better?” Tara asked from the passenger's seat glancing at the other woman with amusement shining in her eyes.

“No I don't. We're about to officially miss a show,” Sara growled glowering at her friend and tag team partner. “And let's not forget the kicker...we don't know where the fuck we are. This is the last time we get directions from one of those idiots backstage!”

"Did I not tell you Jack is on crack?" Tara grinned, "Boy couldn't find his way out of a paper bag without a guide!"

“She says now that we're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere,” the raven haired woman muttered. “We better call Gabe let him know what's going on.” Sighing she unclenched her hands from the steering wheel as she looked around for any helpful signs. Not that she could see much in this weather. Snow had begun to fall and if the clouds were any indication would get worse before it got better.

Tara pulled her cell phone from the front pocket of her jeans. Hitting the talk button she said "Gabe." Tapping a long scarlet nail on the dashboard she waited for the ROH promoter to answer.

“You had both better be dead,” he said when he picked up the call. “You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!”

"Fuckin' car is dead, that good enough?" Tara rolled her eyes.

“Oh please tell me that's a bad fuckin' joke,” he groaned rubbing his face with his free hand. “Is there any chance you could still make the show if we sent someone to get you?”

"I sure as hell hope so, we can't be too far. Little town called...Plainfield. Ring a bell?"

“Who did you get those directions from,” he asked in a low, carefully controlled voice eyeing the guys starting to edge out of the room.

Sara snatched the phone from her hand, "Jack fucking Evans who is d e d when I get my hands on him!" she screamed into the phone.

"Bitch has pencils!" Tara added.

Gabe jerked the phone away from his ear as the girls continued to shout obscenities about the physical condition they were going to leave Jack in when they finally got a hold of him. Well that certainly narrowed down who to send to get them. Most of the guys had fled what passed tonight for a locker room when they realized exactly whom he was on the phone with.

Gabe smiled evilly at Low-Ki who was one of the few males in the place who was not intimidated by Double Trouble.

"I ain't goin by myself. Motherfucker would get lost." Ki crossed his arms over his chest.

The door opened and Davey Richards stuck his head in "Hey Gabe..."

"Davey will go with ya." Gabe decided.

“Huh? Go where? I was just comin' to ask about,” Davey began.

“It doesn't matter,” Gabe cut him off. “You and Ki are going to go get Double Trouble before they decide to inflict their gimmick on the public.” He informed both guys in a tone that left no room for argument.

“This is such bullshit,” Ki growled. “They get lost then we have to find them...what kind of chicken shit game is this?”

"I'd send Jack since he got them lost in the first place, but it's too late to find a replacement and I don't think there would be any pencils left in the fuckin state."

“C'mon Gabe it's just a gimmick they wouldn't really stab anyone,” Richards said in disbelief as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You think so huh? Why do you think Tracy refuses to work with them? She missed a couple spots and they stabbed her...repeatedly...in front of a live crowd! And Daisy only missed being stabbed because she was quick as hell getting out of that ring. They take this gimmick thing to a whole new level...I'm beginning to suspect that it's not a gimmick at all!”

Davey cocked an eyebrow "And you want us to go get them?"

“Yes, yes I do! The crowd loves 'em. They pay good money to see those two lose it on somebody...piss me off tonight boys and I'll make damn sure their pencils are aimed at you,” he promised wickedly crossing his arms over his chest.

The three men stood there glowering at each other. "Fine we'll go get the bitches." Ki muttered.

“And Ki,” Gabe said as the two men headed for the door. “If I was you I wouldn't let them hear you say that.”

Ki snorted, "Whatever."

A few minutes later Davey reappeared "Give me Tara's number, just in case."

Gabe read off the number as the younger man programmed it into his phone. "You two be careful, it could be dangerous."

Richards looked at the promoter as if he wasn't sure how to really take that comment but just nodded as he turned to leave again. He had a hard time believing that the two young women were that bad. Sure they had a reputation but that was nothing in this business especially given how catty women could be. Sighing he made his way out to where Ki was waiting for him.

Ki was leaning against the black Nissan. "Ready?"

Davey nodded as he headed to the driver's side door hitting the button on his key chain to unlock the vehicle. Sliding into the seat he slipped the key into the ignition starting it even before he was fully in the car. “Let's just make this quick.”

Ki slid into the passenger seat and rubbed his forehead, "Let's." He was no more thrilled than the other man with the errand. Sara and Tara would be hell on wheels by the time they made the forty five minute drive. And God forbid anything else should happen to piss the two women off before they arrived.