Posted by The Black Knight on November 12, 1999 at 13:27:10:
As the sun brightened the morning of November 12 it found Tonya Harding standing in front of a skating rink that she use to frequent. She was dressed in a tight white blouse and skin tight jeans. She took a deep breath and walked in. She was met just inside the door by Nancy Kerrigan and a man holding a TV camera. Nancy wore a white blouse opened buttoned up to her diaphragm and laying open to show a blue tank top underneath and tight jeans.
"Why did you call me here of all places Nancy?" Tonya asked.
Nancy smiled as she lay a small hatchet on a nearby table.
"I've caried this grudge for seven years. I think it's about time we buried this thing between us." Nancy answered.
Tonya's light blue eys brightened as she smiled.
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." Tonya said.
"Now how about that little hug you promised?" Nancy asked as she stepped closer to Tonya.
Tonya smiled as she put her arms around Nancy. Tonya wasn't the least bit suspicious as she felt Nancy's left arm go around her, however with her right hand Nancy reached around behind her back and pulled a small handgun out of the back of her pants. As she patted Tonya's back Nancy tucked the barrel of her gun in the waistband of Tonya's pants at the front.
"Nancy...what are you doing?" Tonya gasped.
Nancy angle the muzzle toward Tonya slightly and squeezed off three shots. Tonya's eyes closed tightly, her teeth clamped together, and her lips pulled back in a grimace as she was jerked back by the impact. Nancy flashed a wicked smile as she looked at Tonya. The bullets had been placed not only to insure Tonya's death, but to destroy whatever hopes that Tonya ever had of being a mother.
"Nancy...why?" Tonya gulped as she stumbled.
"I said I wanted to bury the hatchet, didn't I?" Nancy asked as she picked up the hatchet again.
Tonya shook her head as Nancy stepped toward her.
"Ooooof!" Tonya grunted as Nancy did what she said she was, buried the head of the hatchet in Tonya's belly just above her navel.
Tonya folded with a look of terror on her face as for the first time she realized that she was going to die. Her legs trembled, but she still stood and began to slowly straighten in spite of the agony in her abdomen.
"You know most people with wounds like that would have the good sense to fall down. A better part of them would have already passed out from the pain, but not Tonya Harding. I've always said you were a fighter, but I never knew you were dumb too." Nancy said.
She pointed her gun down at Tonya and snapped off two more shots.
"Aaaahhh!" Tonya screamed as bullets ripped through her thighs.
She fell to her side with a thud and curled up in pain. Nancy kicked Tonya over on her back, put her foot on the blunted side of the hatchet, and leaned in on it causing a squeal of pain from her mortally wounded rival.
"One bullet left Tonya. Where should I put it?" Nancy asked.
Tonya was beyond even hearing the question and Nancy knew it but she was enjoying herself too much. She squeezed off the final shot and it tore a jagged hole in Tonya's left breast, sending the hot lead projectile burning through her heart.
"Oh!" Tonya moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Nancy giggled as she turned toward the camerman.
"That was fun, I hope you got it all because I just can't wait to see the look on her face when I shot her the first time." Nancy said.