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The Goddess Alexia	May 15 2009, 09:35 PM
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	Scene One Alexia separated from the rest of the Elite after the show. They’d just received the news that Kirsta was now back and next week was a huge match up the Elite against the Elite Idiots. They each had their own things to do that night, but would more than likely get together at some point over the next week. She rolled her shoulders and neck as she entered her own locker room, and shut the door. Alexia: “So Lee wants to play hard ball does he? Maybe he should get a pair of his own first, huh Cerb? Its kinda sad when I’ve got a bigger pair of balls than him, and I’m not even on roids.” She grinned at the dog. Alexia: “Of course, he is a banana crammer. So the fact that I’m more gutsy than he is understandable.” She sighed and picked up the phone. She flipping it open she touched two letters “TH” and “the bat” appeared on her screen. She flipped it shut again, and hit the green dial button. She set the phone to speaker then placed it on the table. As it rang she started getting her stuff together. It rang a few times then a familiar man’s voice answered. Will: “Hey hon. Show over?” Alexia: “Yeah getting my shit together now. So what about these pictures you text me about before my match?” Will: “Oh gods, Lexi you are not going to be happy about this.” Alexia: “Oh? Do tell.” Will: “There are pictures of you on the net.” Alexia laughed. Alexia: “Um yeah Will, I know I posed for them, duh!” Will: “No. Lexi I am serious here. These are not pictures you knew about.” Alexia: “What the fuck do you mean?” Will: “I know the backgrounds. They were taken in your house, and the pool house.” Alexia’s eyes bugged out of her head. Alexia: WHAT?! Will sighed. Will: “Yeah, my point exactly. I knew you’d react like that. Listen, I’ll send them to you so you can figure out just where they were taken. I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to figure out where the cameras are from the angles.” Alexia: “God fucking damn it. I don’t have my lappy with me, and I’m not going to be home this week any more than to have a place to eat and sleep, and change Saraneth’s water. It’s gonna have to wait till I have some time.” Will: “Alright, we’ll I’ll send them to you, along with the website I found them on, and you can go from there.” Alexia: “Yeah, how did you come by them anyway?” Will: “To be honest it was an accident. Remember that intern from your photo shoot? I walked in on him when he was on break on his laptop in the bathroom. Idiot didn’t lock the fucking door. He was wanking it like he was trying to rip it off, and it was to pictures of you. I recognized your house immediately. So I took his computer and sent the websites to my own e-mail for when I had time. Then I gave his computer back and washed my hands thoroughly.” Alexia laughed at that last part before answering. Alexia: “Eh, I’ve heard worse. I love, by the way, how you just let him go back to what he was doing.” Will: “Oh I know he didn’t” Alexia: “How do you know that?” Will started laughing his ass off. Will: “Because I handed the computer back to him and told him the pics were actually of a tranny look-a-like, and that when he scrolled down more, to the more nude photos, he’d be getting a big surprise. He was out of the bathroom about ten seconds after me.” Alexia cracked up. Alexia: “Oh goddess, Will, that’s so fucking great. You rock. Hey got a question for you by the way. How’s your Gaydar?” Will: “Top notch, why?” Alexia: “So. What do you think of Lee Ryan?” Will: “Cheyenne is nothing but a show. Lee’s about as straight as a fruit loop. A real banana crammer. Give me one night with him and he’ll be coming out of the closet before you can blink!” Alexia: “Coming? Or cumming? And by the way I’m stealing that term.” They each laughed. Will: “Both.” Alexia: “Figures. Anyway, I gotta jet. I’ll call you later hon, kay?” Will: “Alright, Love. Oh wait.” Alexia: “Yeah?” Will: “Did you win?” Alexia: “Do I actually have to give you an answer to that?” Will: “No, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll talk to you later hon. Bye. Have a good drive home.” Alexia: “Yeah, have fun at your orgy.” Will: “How did you…” Alexia: “The excitement in your voice is too easy to read. You’ve got an orgy or at least a threesome planned for later tonight.” Will: “Damn you and your awesome ability to read me!” Alexia laughed and said good bye to Will and hung up. She picked up her duffle bags, whistled to Cerb and left the arena, getting into her classic, gold firebird, and ripping out of the parking garage. Scene Two Alexia had driven home and went to bed right away. The next day she was up early and gone out the door to Blow Pop. She’d bought out Victoria’s share of the company a few weeks ago. Vic wanted to focus more on her gym chain, and Alexia understood that. The club she had in St.Paul was considered the HQ of Blow Pop. It was from that one that she sent everything out to the other clubs across the country. It was that one where she spent fifteen hours of her day working behind a desk in her office. At some point in her day, three of the dancer, two women and a man, were admitted along with her club manager. Ms. Tae: “Excuse me, Miss Frost?” Alexia looked up annoyed. She didn’t want to be interrupted. She had enough paperwork as it is. Alexia: “What?” Ms. Tae: “We have a bit of a problem. I know it’s not company policy, but it is frowned upon, but we seem to have a love triangle here that is affecting their work.” Alexia eyed the dancers. Alexia: “I’ve never been a believer in telling people who they can and cannot fuck. So you three better have a damn good excuse for why you’re letting it affect your work.” The blonde dancer spoke up first. Kandi: “This ass hole has been two-timing me!” Joy: “You?” The brunette shrieked at the other woman. Joy: “He was my man first, bitch. Why don’t you just trot your slutty ass backto the gutter from where you came huh?” Kandi: “At least I, unlike you, can make him cum!” Joy flew at Kandi and Alexia was over the desk and grabbing both women by the hair. She threw them down to the ground and up against the desk before anyone had really realized what had happened. Alexia: “Ladies if you want to have a go at one another, do it off the clock. But fighting, at work in my presence of all people is really fucking idiotic. I hired you girls under the premise that you have brains. I refuse to employ someone who dances because they’re too fucking stupid to do anything else. I don’t tolerate idiots, be they co-workers or employees.” She rounded on the man. Alexia: “As for you, Trent! Did you honestly think you’d get away with fucking two girls who are dance partners? These two are my biggest attraction and you just fucked that up. If they can’t get along in life how the fuck do you expect them to dance on the Blow Pop stage? I’m not putting up with this. Ms. Tae.” Ms. Tae took a step forward. Ms. Tae: “Yes, Ma’am.” Alexia: “Take a note for me, will you, so that I can remember to make it official today.” Ms. Tae picked up a pen and paper. Ms. Tae: “Ready Ma’am.” As Alexia spoke she looked Trent square in the eye. Alexia: “Effective immediately, intercompany relationships will result in immediate release from contract.” Alexia’s features remained passive as Trent’s grew angry. Trent: “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” Alexia continued to speak to Ms. Tae as she looked at Trent. Alexia: “Any company employee that doesn’t sign a waiver of policy acknowledgment will be released from their contracts immediately.” Trent: “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDIDNG ME?” Alexia turned and went back to her desk. As she walked around it to sit she went on speaking. Alexia: “Also, Ms. Tae. I want you to hold auditions for a new male dancer. A spot just opened up, because Trent is being transferred to the Miami branch. That’s all, you’re dismissed.” Ms. Tae finished writing and set the pad and pen back on the desk before ushering the girls up off the floor and shooing everyone out of the office. Alexia just shook her head. Alexia: “What a fucking douche bag. If he’d been honest with the girls in the beginning I wouldn’t have had to send him away. I liked looking at him. Such a waste of eye candy.” Scene Three Two days later Alexia finally found the time from Blow Pop to make a phone call. She was sitting on the bar top, one leg crossed over the other as she held her cell to her ear while it rang. Finally there was an answer. Brandy: “I was just talking about you.” Alexia: “Yeah well the Devil always turns up when she hears her name, doesn’t she? So tell me Brandy. How come you lost again?” Brandy: “Oh. I. I don’t know. I’ve been talking with Sarah just now actually. I think I need to go back to my roots.” Alexia: “You mean to concentrate? To focus? To remember why you started wrestling?” Brandy: “Yes! Exactly. It’s funny. You seem to know exactly what I’m thinking. Sarah and I were talking and I was thinking about going home to Japan to see the woman who trained me. But Sarah said to talk to you first because your closer. Do you mind if I ask you. Why do you wrestle?” Alexia: “Do you want the truth or do you want the answer that’s going to make you feel better?” Brandy was silent for a long time. Alexia sighed and went on. Alexia: “I started fighting competitively to get out the anger I had at losing my Grandpa and twin sister.” Brandy: “I thought you had a twin brother.” Alexia: “We were triplets. Noa passed away in the same accident that killed my grandpa.” Brandy: “Oh. I see.” Alexia: “My grandfathers, and Daddy wanted us to learn hand to hand combat. They had plans for us to be special opps or something I guess. My sister quit when she was ten but it took with Juston, Noa, and I. Me more than any of them. By the time I was ten I knew bajiquan, kick boxing, traditional boxing. I know traditional mat wrestling, I can street fight with the best of them. Ninjitsu, bare knuckle boxing, baguazhang, piguaquan, and capoeira. Quite a list, isn’t it?” Brandy: “Uh-huh.” Alexia: “I started competitive fighting to take my mind of my sister. I continued to fight, and to learn new arts out of sheer ego. That’s it. That is the only reason I stay in the ring. My ego. I am constantly searching for someone to finally destroy me. It almost happened once. Back when I was in AR. Fucking match almost destroyed me, but it didn’t. Not only did it not, but I actually won that match. I’ve only met two people in my life that I was convinced could finally break me. The first failed utterly. My judgment of his sadistic behavior was accurate, I was simply wrong in how far he would go. That’s match that almost killed me.” Brandy: “Yeah?” Alexia: “He and I were the last two. It was him that nearly did me in. But he wasn’t willing to go far enough. There is a line every person won’t cross and he obviously reached his before I reached mine, because after I won, he killed himself. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever reached actually reached that line. And if I have I’ve crossed it without a second thought.” Brandy: “What about the other man?” Alexia: “You know him.” Brandy: “I do?” Alexia: “Yeah, he’s the one person I’ve been dying to go toe to toe with in the ring since I got here. Scott Carr himself.” Brandy: “But you’re team mates. Friends.” Alexia: “Very good friends too at that. But he is one of the best. He’s more ruthless than Kane ever was. And Carr, despite that friendship, won’t hesitate to snap my tiny waist like a mother fucking twig. I’ll get him one on one in the ring with me yet. You just wait and see. Now, that answers your initial question. So what are you going to do about your losing streak?” Brandy: “What do you think I should do?” Alexia: “I can’t tell you that. It’s your life. All I can do…Hang on a second.” Brandy listened as she heard someone speaking to Alexia. Alexia: “Quit? He can’t. ..No, he literally can’t. If he quits it voids his contract with Blow Pop, and I can sue his sorry ass from here to Hell and back, and trust me, Iowa isn’t that far away. I’m willing to go the distance. He’s going to Miami and that’s all there is to it. You tell him that and if he’s got a problem with it he can take it up with me.” She cleared her voice and went back to talking to Brandy. Alexia: “Sorry about that. No listen all I or anyone really can do, is coach you. Show you how to do different things in different situations. That’s it. Everything else is up to you. There is nothing that I, or your original teacher, or even Sarah can do for you other than that.” Brandy: “Oh. I see.” Alexia: “I’m displeased greatly with your loss record though, but to be fair you did need a lot of work. I’m giving you three more chances to win a match, or I’m done helping you. The talent and skill is there Brandy. You just need to have a bit more self confidence in it. And I’ll tell you what. If you win a match…I’ll introduce you to a certain old friend I know you’ve been wanting to meet.” Brandy: “Who?” Alexia: “Sabin.” Brandy screamed at the top of her lungs in excitement and Alexia sighed and muttered to herself. Alexia: “Just like a teeny bopper fan girl. Meh.” Brandy stopped screaming. Brandy: “Really? You’ll ACTUALLY introduce me to him?” Alexia: “It’s a good reward, I thought. But you gotta win.” Brandy: “Right! But….” Alexia: “But what?” Brandy: “It’s just getting hard, is all. I’m not sure why I do it anymore.” Alexia: “Let me give you a bit of advice. Tonight, light some candle in the bathroom and turn off the lights. Take the hottest longest bath you can stand. Scent the water with something soothing, lay back and close your eyes. Reflect to when you were younger. Think back to what sparked your interest in wrestling. Think back to how you met that trainer of yours. Think back to your first training session and what your goals were. To your first match and what your goals were, to your first match here in the U.S. and what your goals were. Breathe deeply, and meditate on all that. Why you started wrestling will come to you. And hopefully, why you continue to wrestle will come to you as well.” Brandy: “You wrestle for your ego. You are one of the best. And you know it. That is why you are Elite. And you continue to search for someone who can stop you. But you know there is no one. So isn’t your goal no longer existent?” Alexia: “Scott can. I am sure of it. And I don’t know everyone in the wrestling world. I am sure there are a small handful of people out there who wouldn’t think twice about ripping my cold black heart out of my chest and showing it to me while it was still beating. My goal is to find them and get them to do just that. And along the way prove to everyone just why I am the best, and why only someone like I just described is the only person who can stop me. It is all ego, and none of it is pointless.” Brandy: “Okay. Yeah! You’re right! I am going to spend my week training harder than ever! I am going to reflect on my past. Maybe I’ll go home to Japan, or maybe I’ll just make a few calls. I don’t know yet. But By the time Sunday rolls around… oh boy VWF better watch out because I’m going to be back and better than ever!” Alexia: “Good. Now I do have one other minor thing I want to point out to you.” Brandy: “Yes?” Alexia: “Don’t you dare lose to Felecia Rain. She is a worthless little tramp who is good for one thing. Being crushed under the crossed tread of my Vans! You saw what I did to her at KiWF. I want you to do the exact same thing to her at Crucifiction. Do I make myself clear?” Brandy: “Yes!” Alexia voice grew dark. Alexia: “Good. I want to see that little bitch carried out on a stretcher with her sister bawling at her side un sure if she is going to live or not. I taught you how to do it. But can you bring yourself to go that far?” There wasn’t a moment of hesitation in Brandy’s determined voice. Brandy: “Yes! Yes I can, Alexia! I know how! And I’m not so weak of heart that I can’t break a body and a career in one night if it means my own success and happiness! Yes I can! I am going to eliminate Felecia for you! You just watch. Wait and see! Your efforts will not go to waste on me, I promise you that!” Alexia: “Good. Now I’ve got to go smack around one of my employee’s who thinks he’s going to void out his contract without repercussions. I’ll see you Sunday. Don’t forget what I said.” Brandy: “I won’t. Bye. And thank you.” Alexia: “It’s not a problem. Laters.” Alexia hung up her phone. Pocketing it, and hopping off the bar top she went in search of Trent. She was now in a rather dark and callous mood now that she’d been talking with Brandy about seeing Felecia broken to bits. Trent was her next target. Scene Four Alexia was back in Chicago. At the hotel she was staying at, it was the Thursday night before the show. She had her lap top and was finally, for the first time that week able to take a look at the links Will had sent her. She clicked them and took a good look at the pics and their backgrounds. Alexia: “Well I’m glad I took care to watch how and where I was dressing this week. God damn.” She clicked another link and saw a different set of pictures and the blood drained from her face. Alexia: “Oh dear fucking goddess almighty! Gods help who the fuck ever snuck into my home and planted those cameras. Pics of me is one thing, but him? Fuckin’ A. Looks like I’m going to have to find out who planted them now.” She sighed and closed her laptop. Scene Five At the arena Alexia went in search of Scott. She hadn’t heard anything from anyone all week, course she’d been much busier than she’d planned too. She turned a corner and ran into Jekyl who smiled big, shook her hand and told her thank you before running away. As this happened she could hear Scott’s voice from the open door of his own locker room. Scott: “What!? Jekyl… HEY! JEKYL! GOD DAMNIT! He’s gone… fuck sakes! I ain’t having any fucking “camping inside” – fuck that shit. Like seriously… Fuck… That… Shit! Motherfucker would probably go trying to start a fucking pillow fight while I just wanted to enjoy a nice joint. Fuck that shit.” There is a knock at Scott's door frame and Alexia doesn’t wait before walking in. Alexia: "I just passed Jekyl. He shook my hand, thanked me and ran off before I could hit him. Any idea what that's about?" Scott: “No... that weird son of a bitch just asked me to use my days off after the show to take him to Austin, Minnesota.” She raised an eyebrow. Alexia: "Austin? What the fuck is in Austin that could.....wait...It’s the SPAM, isn't it?" Scott: “You... actually knew about that? Must be bigger than I thought.” Alexia: "I am Minnesota born and bred. It’s about as famous as the Corn Palace, and the statue of the cherries on the tip of the spoon. They actually removed the cherries and cleaned them last week. Yeah Minnesota girl, heh" Scott: “Lexi, Lexi... I really don't care right now dear. I don't mean to slight your hometown - but the fact of the matter is I want this war with The Elite Playaz to come to an abrupt motherfucking halt.” She smirked. Alexia: "Sorry got a lot on my mind. Yeah and yeah I agree. I was having fun spreading Lee's banana crammer ass all over the mat for a while at KiWF but now it’s just old.” Scott: “I know... those two fucks have gotten on my last nerve for far too fucking long, and cute as it's been spatting with them... this battle is going to come to a fucking end!” Alexia: "Tonight I hope. I honestly don't want to have to think about any of them when I'm shoe shopping tomorrow. So, got a plan, or you just gonna free for all it?" Scott: “If I had my way... I'd snap Lee's neck with my bare fucking hands... but our proud owner - Dick, has a soft spot for him... so I'm afraid it won't get to be that merciful.” Alexia shrugged as she sat on the table and crossed a leg over the other. Alexia: "So break him. Mentally I mean. Do what I do and instead of decimating his body, destroy his mind. It’s fun shit." Scott: “How do I break him mentally? I've tried everything... except actually attempting to put them out of the sport.” Alexia: "Scott, if you haven't actually tried to permanently put them out of wrestling, short of killing them, you are not the man I thought you were. If you're going to break him mentally you gotta work him both in and out of the ring. Fuck with him man. Go find him, walk up to him, get in his face nose to nose and tell him 'Good Luck tonight' like a good sport and walk away. He'll be so worried about what you meant by that it'll throw him way off his game. And that’s only the beginning." Scott: “I should go and tell him I buried his fucking mother alive in a tank filled with Scorpions. Fuck wishing him good luck - that self righteous little bitch would think I was fucking serious.” Alexia: "Sadly yes he would. But going as far out with the thing about his mom is obvious. It’s something he would expect from you. If you're gonna fuck with his head, you gotta do it out of the norm. And not just one thing. A string of several things would really get him. He'd be so concerned about what's gotten into you, and what you're thinking...that well, y'know." Scott: “This isn't about pride anymore Lexi... those useless, nipple tweaking, asshole rimming, brother fucking fagots have been pushing me and pushing me and PUSHING ME! They think this shit is funny... and it isn't... having to face off against those two twats has kept me from getting at the VWF Title... and they know it... I do understand what you're saying... but shattering Lee's knee cap seems a lot more to the point - to me.” Alexia: "Who said a gods fucking thing about pride. Do you want this to end or don't you? You've gone at it with these two for long enough and yet you haven't managed to break them physically yet. So try a different tactic is what I'm saying. You say they know that you constantly at odds with them has kept you from the title? Do you realize that, that alone is their own mind game with you. Look at you! You're pissed as all hell aren't you? Then they got what they wanted. They messed with your head, got you focused on THEM and kept you form the title. Am I right? So play their fucking game right back! Make sure they know that you know what’s going on now and you're game to take them on if that’s what they really want. You're not in the dark anymore and because of it, they're now up shit creek!" Scott: “With all the shit that comes out of their mouths - I doubt it'd do me any good to try and hold their heads in that creek until the bubbles stop! Maybe you're right, Lexi... maybe I need to toss them a fucking curve ball and get them off their game.” She threw her hands up in the exasperated. Alexia: "FINALLY! Well I am happy to see that it IS possible to get through that thick skull of yours. I AM right, no one ever listens to me, and I am always right. And when things go to hell they get mad when I say I told you so. Listen to me now Scott so you don't hate me later. I expected a great deal more of you. Week in and week you bitch about them, threaten them, so on and so forth. You keep your promise on a regular basis to kick their collective asses, but you fail in your ultimate goal. You're not a fucking idiot. I know you're not. You're not stupid. So why is it that I'm surprised that it took me to make you realize it? Why didn't a smart cookie like you figure it out on your own? Do you know why? Because I do. It’s another mind game of theirs. They had you so focused on them you stopped seeing the big picture. Now that shocks me Scott. I never thought you of all people could be so tunnel versioned. But tell me now...." She looked at him deeply, her voice darkening. Alexia: "Has the tunnel now ended?" Scott: “Oh no, dear Lexi... we've only begun to go down the rabbit hole. I'll take your advice... I sincerely will - but I promise you... this will end my way... and it's going to get a lot worse long before it gets better.” Alexia: "That’s what I wanted to hear!" Scott: “I'm going to go see if I can find those bitches right now... if you want to hang out here - you're more than welcome... you can turn on a light if you want to as well. I know it gets a little dreary in here when I'm just sitting alone.” Alexia: "I think I will. You're so self mopey it’s no fun. You'll have to come to my place this week. I have some fun in mind I could use your help with. Would take your mind off these asshats too." Scott: “You know what, hotty? That sounds great... but I promised Jekyl I'd think about going to Minnesota with him - and you know how I am about my promises. If you can stand to tolerate him though - your company would be welcome - and likely helpful. I know fuck all about Minnesota except for the arenas there... a local would help us with the locals - Don'cha know?” Alexia: "Sure I can take a day or two away from Blow Pop. Hell, he might even be helpful in some of the fun I have planned. Not all mind, but some." Scott: “Great... when we get there, you can do the talking... I get sick and fucking tired of hearing "Ya'll Talk Some kinda funny, son." Alexia: "It’s not that bad. You know I only get my accent after I've been with my extended family for several days? And it’s only in good fun anyway. You know us. We Minnesotan's love making fun of the Canadians you know. Any opportunity we get." Scott: “I know, Lexi.” Alexia: "Of course you do. You work with me, and you know I'm the first to lay out a wise crack." She makes a face and pokes him. Alexia: "Smile damn it!" Scott: “You just wait until I get back... and then you can try and make me.” Alexia: "I'm sure the thought alone of how I'd try would make you." He smirks and leans down giving her a kiss on the forehead before he heads towards the door. Scott: “It usually does, hotty.” Alexia: "Be grinning like a Cheshire cat when you get back here and you’ll get an extra treat." Scott: “Promises, Promises, eh?” He left and Alexia rolled her eyes and flicked on the light before reclining back in a chair, only to get lost in her own thoughts again. Scene Six The shot opens up on Kyle Bacon hesitantly walking up to an open door and knocking on the frame. Slowly he peeks in, and the camera follow suit to reveal that it is Alexia, curled up in a chair in Scott Carr’s locker room, with a seven sided nail file, working on her nails. She doesn’t look up and give no indication she even knows anyone is there except for her words. Alexia: “Go away Bacon Bits.” Bacon Bits: “We were told we could find you here. Can I get just a question with you?” Alexia: “You already did, now go away.” Bacon Bits: “Alexia, I’m under a lot of presser from management to get some great interviews this week. Please show a little mercy.” Alexia continued to work on her nails and didn’t look up as she answered him. Alexia: “Mercy is for the weak, Bacon Boy. That’s why you’re always asking for some. I make it a point to show no mercy, always.” Bacon Bits: “Will you be making that point tonight in the ring?” She rolled her eyes. Alexia: “You’re not going to trick me, fucktard. I know what you were trying to do. If I don’t give you an interview what are you going to do?” Bacon Bits: “Bother you until you do.” Alexia: “You realize if Scott comes back and sees you he’ll probably grind you into a fine powder and bake you in a cake right? Unless you piss me off before that happens.” Bacon Bits: “Dedication to the art, Alexia. I know the risks or I wouldn’t be here.” Alexia: “GOD your voice is annoying, what’s it going to take to get you to leave me the fuck alone, short of send you to the hospital? I kinda wanna save all my energy for the ring tonight.” Bacon Bits: “Just give me an interview, and I’ll go away.” Alexia sighed as she continued to focus on her nails. Alexia: “Forever with any luck. What do you want to know.” Bacon Bits: “You’ve been going up against Lee Ryan since the KiWF tournament. You defeated him in that tournament to become the KiWF champion. You return back here to take on The Masked Marvel, who you also defeated. You are a double champion with your KiWF title on the lone at Bloodlust: redemption, but The Rick has decided that this week, just seven days before your Brazilian Death Match, you are to be in a four on four match. The Elite against The Elite Playaz. No interferences on either team’s behalf will be permitted. What do you think about all of this?” Alexia: “What is there to think? It’s all been done before. Here we all are, the same as usual, us versus them in an endless battle for dominance. They know as well as we do that we are better. That we are going to win, and that they’re going to lose. It’s pointless really. But hey if they’re so masochistic that they actually enjoy the full on ass whooping we give them on national television on a weekly basis, who am I to judge one’s sexual turn on’s?” Bacon Bits: “The Masked Marvel had a great deal to say about you last week, and…” Alexia: “And I showed him exactly where he can put what he had to say. Or did you miss the double Invocation?” Bacon Bits: “No, I didn’t. I don’t think anyone did.” Alexia: “The Masked Masturbator is nothing but a sniveling, whiney little prick who thinks he’s owed something because he fights for “what’s right” whatever the fuck that is. And here I was raised to believe that sort of shit was all in the eye of the beholder and not to push your own beliefs onto others.” Bacon Bits: “What are you talking about?” Alexia: “The Masked Masturbator of course. That’s gotta be his real name. He’s gotta look like a fucking prick, or he wouldn’t wear a mask.” Bacon Bits: “Note to self, stay ten feet from Alexia today, she’s in a bad mood. Alright. So last week Lee Ryan ran out dressed as the Marvel and cheap shot you.” Alexia: “If pansy ass wants to dress in spandex, don a cap and run around with another man, similarly garbed, again, who am I to judge? So he’s flamboyantly gay? Who gives a shit? You’re here, you’re queer, we’re already used to it so do the world a favor and stop broadcasting it all over.” Bacon Bits: “But you got back at him later in the night.” Alexia: “What the flying fuck did you expect me to do? Sit around and not retaliate? Hardly. If he didn’t think I’d get mine, then he is a bigger idiot than I thought he was in the first place. I’ve sent his ass flying around the world a few times now. So has Scott. If he wants to keep coming back for more, well….it’s like I said earlier. Let the masochist have his fun.” Bacon Bits: “Lee is also a part of your match at the pay-per-view on May 24th. I can only assume your goal tonight is to make sure he doesn’t show up.” Alexia finally took her attention from her nails and looked at Bacon like he’d just fallen off the turnip truck. Alexia: “You really haven’t been paying attention to me, have you? I don’t cheap people out like that Bits. I’m not your average ego maniacal ring bitch. I’m not afraid of great competition. Now Lee doesn’t exactly posses the skill for such competition, but I am always up for a stipulation match with a bunch of people. The more the merrier I say. All the more asses beatings I get to hand out. No, I’m going to hurt him. I’m going to make him suffer. Hell I’m going to make him bleed, tonight. But he will be at the show on Sunday. Its no fun for me if he isn’t.” Bacon Bits: “I see. What about your other opponents. Steve Ryan and Dr. Feelgood.” Alexia: “The Ryan brothers are incestuous cum jockeys who still suck on their sixty year old mother’s titties. Steve is an even less threat than Lee is. As for Feelgood. He’s probably the only threat that team has at the moment. I’ve never dealt with him at any time, I have no real opinion of him except for the fact that I approve of how he takes care of his brother. Family needs to watch out for family. Nothing is certain anymore, even that. So keep them close. Like I said, I’ve never dealt with Feelgood in ring before, it’ll be a new experience, and if anything, an interesting one. I’d like to go one on one with him, but I have no problems about making him lose to me tonight either. Now that brother of his. Talk about a lunatic. Fucker shook my hand earlier thanked me and ran away. I don’t know what that was all about, but yeah, whatever I guess.” Bacon Bits: “How do you feel about Kirsta Lewis being back? Seems like now the whole team is back together.” Alexia: “I’m glad for it. It’s been tough being the only woman around here with any skill. It’ll be good to have someone else around to take on the sexist comments aside from me now and then. She’s a great competitor; I look forward to hitting the ring with her tonight.” Bacon Bits: “Alexia, I’ve gotta ask you. You and Scott Carr seem to be very close. But if you and he both win at the pay-per-view…” Alexia: “When.” Bacon Bits: “I’m sorry?” Alexia: “When He and I each win at the pay-per-view. Not if. When.” Bacon Bits: “Right. When you win you’ll have to face off for your title. Will that cause a rift do you think?” Alexia: “I know it won’t. Scott’s probably the only person I could handle losing to, and that’s because I know he’s the only person who could hospitalize me in the process. He wants that title, it’s the only way he’s going to get it. And he knows that damn well. Its what I’ve wanted for months, Bitty Boy. I want to find my limits, and Scott can take me there. Elite is going to win tonight. Elite will win at Bloodlust. And only will it be Elite that can take me down. If He can’t, no one can.” Bacon Bits: “Tonight match is for titles…” Alexia: “That are already held by the Elite. Don’t even go there.” Bacon Bits: “Okay then…” Alexia: “Bacon, you’re questions are getting old and starting to bore me. I’ve played with you long enough, now take your fucking ball and go home so I can finish my nails.” Bacon Bits: “But I had more questions.” Alexia: “And I have more ass kicking’s. Get out!” Bacon sighed and turned to the camera. Bacon Bits: “There you have it folks. The Goddess’ own thoughts on everything going down at VWF here tonight. Stay tuned for the main event!” The camera fades to black with a shot slowly zooming in on Alexia. End RP
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!

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