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The Goddess Alexia	Dec 5 2008, 10:15 PM
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	OKay I've held the Cabo Wabo for 2 months and this is my FIRST title defense. The guy is a jobber. he's okay but he's still learning...A LOT, and doesn't stand a chance. I REALLY don't want to go up agianst him at the ppv for my title so I'm deciating him here and now. Its a lil out of normal RP style but I also think its one of the best I've ever done, so here it is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene One Past, Present, Pain, and Prevalence The tron lighted up to show Alexia, who was in back, somewhere in the arena building. She was alone, standing and staring up the height of the metal cage structure that would encase her and Schyuler Chronic for their match tonight. She reached a hand out and trailed it along the links as she walked around the structure, a look on her face that can only be described as evil as she grew lost in her own thoughts, and spoke to herself. “Its been a very long time since I’ve been in a cage. I have missed it. The last time I was caged was when I took on Kane in the Hell in a Cell Inferno match.” She sighed, remembering the match and its stipulations out loud to herself.. “ It was over a year and a half ago but I remember like it was yesterday. It had been a Five Stages Of Hell disqualification match. Six opponents entered and when one was eliminated in the first match they moved on. The second to last stage was a barbed wire cage in which one of my own stable mates had been eliminated, by me no less. This resulted in the final showdown of me versus Kane. I won that match.” Despite the wickedness on her face, her tone was one of dreamy remembrance. “ I remember the reporter who asked if I was worried about my opponents all being men. I will never forget what I told the idiot woman. ‘The fact alone that it is [only] men I'll be fighting just increases the assurance on my win tonight. The kind of matches we'll be going through requires a special kind a psychopath. Not the kind that Kane is, that’s for damn sure. But it requires the kind who enjoys both giving and receiving pain. Someone with a high pain tolerance as well a life risker. Someone with absolutely no regard for their body when it comes to winning. The somebody is me, and I've proven it a number of times. Every one of my opponents better be thinking twice about entering the ring with me tonight. Men are, generally speaking, babies when it comes to pain. The only thing that worries me about it being all men is the idea that the match will end before I start having any fun!’ ” She smiled to herself. “That’s me alright. The high flying, free falling, devil may care, caution to the wind, body torturer. I haven’t had the opportunity to do specialized matches like this yet. So they don’t know what I’m really all about. They don’t realize that when I deal the pain in a match I fully expect to get it back. That I relish in it, that it drives me further and pushes me harder to make sure there is only one outcome, them leaving on a stretcher, and me walking out the victor. They don‘t know how far I‘ll really go. They don’t see that I will annihilate my own body in order to obliterate that of my opponent’s. I don’t care what happens to me as long as they hurt more by the end of it all. This will be no different. And tonight, they’ll all see the vile lengths I am willing to go to. Too bad its not against a better opponent. I won’t have to go very far tonight, they’ll only catch a glimpse of it. But one day soon, they will see, and they’ll be revolted by it. But it doesn’t matter how disgusted they are, because they’ll know, and that’s all that matters. All I want to do is show them.” She’d made a full round of the cage by now and had moved onto a second lap. “Whatever they might say, I always win, no matter what. I’m going to decimate Chronic tonight. I’m going to destroy him so badly that he won’t get to have another chance at my title for months. Let a better and more worthy opponent step up to the task. Feelgood, or Carr, someone with the balls to face up to a loss to a woman and (knock on wood) not run should they win on a fluke and have to do a rematch. Hmph, Schyuler Chronic. What a stupid fucking name, but hey, stupid is as stupid does I suppose, after all, he hasn’t shown to have a great many wits if he’s going to take on me, for my title.” She giggled to herself. “I’m going to enjoy winning tonight.” She said this as she completed her second lap of the cage, looked up at it, then left. The tron faded to black. End Scene One Scene Two A Champion's Promise “Head Like A Hole” slams over the sound system as Alexia’s usual colored pyrotechnics god off around the stage. Joey Styles: “Well folks, it looks like another visit from VWF’s own goddess, Alexia!” P.Lickin: “That goddess can grace my bed anytime!” When she emerges from the din of the tinted smoke, Cerb is, as ever, by her side, and her Cabo Wabo title belt is over her right shoulder. She is wearing light blue jeans, a black halter top and black strapped heels. Her blonde hair is down and parted on the left, and despite it is still long, choppy layers are visible. She does not look happy. P.Lickin: “Look Joey! She’s got a better body than your mom, and I would know!” Joey Styles: “Sick bastard.” P.Lickin: “Hey! That’s what she said last night too!” She stops at the top of the ramp, her ice blue eyes piercing as they look around the arena at the fans who jeer at her. With a swift motion she grabs her title in both hands and raises it high over her head, and the crowd erupts in a roar of chaotic jeers, nasty name calling, and wicked chants. She doesn’t hear them. She never hears them. The fans don’t matter to her. Her own skill, her own power, and her own talent, that’s what matters to her. Her stable, they matter to her. But the boss? The fans? The rest of the roster? They don’t matter to her, and they never have. She throws her title belt back over her shoulder and makes her way down the ramp to the ring, Cerb close by her side. The dog seems anxious as they tread down the ramp, seemingly more alert than usual, which, by his standards is hard to do. Taking the steps, she trots up them one by one, her heels clicking on the metal as she goes. She slips between the ropes, as Cerb follows under the bottom rope, and goes to a corner. She only goes to the second rope, due to her heels, and raises her title once more. Again the fans go ballistic, and again she ignores them. Stepping down off the ropes, she place her title back over her shoulder, and bends to take the mic that is handed up to her. As she bends over, the tightness of her jeans show off the shape of her ass and the men go nuts with cheers, cat calls, and whistles. She straightens and moves to the center of the ring. She waits patiently for her music to play out, and then for the fans to settle down as well. Only then does she raise the mic to speak. “Ladies and Gentlemen.” The crowd flips out, a mixed reaction to her address of them. She sighs and waits for them to shut up before speaking again. “Ladies and Gentlemen, before I begin I want to shoot my grats to Jace and Kirsta for taking the tag titles, and showing once more why we are call the Elite! Great job guys! Now then, before you also stands a champion. The Cabo Wabo Champion, as a matter of fact.” Joey Styles: “Alexia, always full of tact, and mentioning the Elite. She likes to make sure everyone knows that she associates with the best.” Again the crowd hits her with a mixed reaction. She ignores it this time though and continues to speak. “I promised you all that I would win my match against Darksky and be the one to end his reign, did I not? Did I not warn any and all that I have never lost a title match under any circumstances? I am a multiple time champion in other federations, I know how things roll, I didn’t expect to be handed a title shot of any sort, and I worked for it. I earned it. The Cabo Wabo is mine, and no one else will have it until I decide to relinquish it. I can promise you here and now, that should no other title take my interest, my reign with this belt will outstrip Darksky’s.” The crowd spazzed at this, one section even started a “You Suck” chant, but it quickly dies when no one else joined in. Alexia smirked wickedly. Joey Styles: “Alexia doesn’t lie folks. I did a little work for her former federation Attitude Reborn, she’s renown there.” “So, its been how long since I humiliated Darksky, and took the Cabo Wabo for myself, just over two months and I’m just now getting my first challenger? Most the people on this roster obviously know what’s good for them. Schuyler Chronic will learn soon enough too. Now I know I said that Darksky’s title reign was luck, as was that of all the other champions I took title from, but do you know why that is? Do you know why I was able to swipe their titles? Because they grew soft, and lazy, and over confident. They figured now that they had a title they didn’t have to work as hard, and that was their downfall. That is why I’ve won every title I’ve ever set my eyes on. Do you know why I’ve kept every title I’ve ever had? Its because unlike them, I continued to fight for what was mine. I know that this business is as cut throat as a middle eastern harem, and you gotta fight, hard, for what’s yours. You have to fight hard to gain the attention of the higher ups, and you’ve got to keep fighting, even harder to keep that attention, if you want to get anywhere in this business. I don’t care what VK thinks of me, but I do care about what he thinks of my ability. I continue to win and keeps my titles out of sheer diligence! I don’t underestimate my opponents, but I do judge their skills, and very accurately I might say for like I said, I’ve never lost a title defense.” Joey Styles: “Determination, a signature trait of hers.” P. Lickin: “I’m determined to sign her trait, if you know what I mean, which you probably don’t.” Joey Styles: “Yes, I do, now shut up.” She gave them all a wicked smile. “Tonight will be no different. I will do my best, and my match tonight is a specialty match. As you all well know I enjoy causing a great deal of pain. My title defense against Chronic is a cage match. I would it be a Hell in a Cell, but I’ll have to make due with what I’m given. I take a great deal of pleasure in matches like this. Higher dives, more ways to hurt and potentially maim your opponent, and of course the blood shed. What cage match would be complete without a little blood shed from the chain links before I make good my escape and retain my title? Or better yet, before I beat him with a humiliating pin and keep my title? Really, who doesn’t love a little blood with the show, am I right?” For the first time since she entered the arena the crowd full on cheered for her. She knew what they wanted and she gave it to them, if only because it went along with her own interests as well. “Schyuler is going to get a taste tonight of what it means to go head to head with a goddess whose got a taste for blood and relishes in pain!” Joey Styles: “And there she goes, touching on her favorite subject, inflicting as much pain as she can into her victims. Usually a top priority for her, almost always set above actually winning her matches, but tonight I think they will be about even. I doubt she’ll forsake winning and retaining just to hurt Schuler a little more.” P. Lickin: “I agree, she’s going to focus on winning a great deal more tonight, than on pain infliction. When a title is on the line she changes her game drastically, as we saw at Aftershock, and its this ability to shift gears that really throws her opponents off.” Joey Styles: “Too true. If she has to, she can switch modes right in the middle of a match, and she has done it, solely to disarm her victim and take home the win.” P. Lickin: “I’d like to switch her gears like I did your mom’s last night, and take home the win.” Joey Styles: “You know you tease me when you saw something relevant and then suddenly change topics back to banging the women and my mother. Were you struck by lightening when you were a child?” She innocently looked up out of the corners of her eyes and tapped her chin. “Hmm, alright now lets see, I covered the title, I covered the stipulation, what am I forgetting? Oh yeah!” Her expression changed to one of ego and sarcasm. “The oh so unimportant, Schyuler Chronic! This man thinks he can take my title from me? Yeah right, he couldn’t even toss me out of the ring last week with help! It took a real wrestler like Vengeance to do that, and even he had a hard time! Think of how much more trouble Chronic is going to have once that cage drops and its just one on one!” She chuckled. “Tonight, I will once again make promises, and will be kept.” She spun on her heel and looked directly into viciously. “Tonight Schyuler, you will fall as all the others have fallen before me. You will try to rise, and I will make you fall, hard! You will bow before the goddess that I am, and you will think twice about entering the ring with me after I’m through with you. I promise you that you will be Sacrificed tonight. You’re going to find out, first hand, when it feels like to have your entire abdomen crushed by a hundred and twenty pounds well aimed and free falling from at least twenty feet in the air, if not more! All this I promise you and more. You will not enjoy tonight. And once I’m through with you, you’ll be begging VK to put you back on Full House just so you don’t have to worry about competing against me again.” Joey Styles: “Alexia is in great form tonight. She saying all the right things and really making her intentions known. When it comes to hurting her opponents, she keeps her promises till the bitter end, and sometimes ever after!” “I also promise you that as long as the Cabo Wabo is mine, you, and everyone else on the roster will never take it. Like I said before, this title is mine and its going to stay that way until I have a shot at something else that means more. Mainly, the Pan Pacific!” At mention of this second middle weight belt, the crowds goes nuts but she ignores them. “Like I said at Aftershock, I want the Heavy Weight Title more than anything, and I will do anything to get it. That means I have to have a reign as Cabo champ and Pan Pacific champ. That alone means I want these title more than anything right now, and the only way this title leaves my possession is if I’m offered a shot at the Pan Pacific in return.” P. Lickin: “Do you think if I offer her a Heavy Weight Match, and she accepts, she’d be mad when she finds out I really meant a night in bed with me?” Joey Styles: “I don’t think she’s so dumb as to believe you in the first place, you’re just an announcer. A terrible one at that too. She’s too observant to let that passed unnoticed.” P. Lickin: “What if I told her VK wanted me to relay the message?” Joey Styles: “She’d still be suspicious of the match being scheduled for a hotel room.” P. Lickin: “Damn.” Her eyes widened, changing her expression to a patronizing one, along with her tone. “Good luck tonight Schyuler. You’re going to need it, though it won’t help, because all you’re going to earn tonight is the bell saying RING-A-LING MOTHER FUCKER!” The fans went senseless as she threw the mic down and it skidded across the mat and fell off the apron and to the floor. “Head Like A Hole” slammed onto the airwaves as she left the ring, flipped off a fan on the ramp and disappeared behind the curtain with Cerb. Joey Styles: “You heard it here guys and gals! Alexia’s guarantee of her victory tonight along with several other promises. This is going to be a great match!” End Scene Two End RP Edited by The Goddess Alexia, Dec 6 2008, 12:40 AM.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!

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