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Who Won; Alexia KIng Of the Ring battle
Topic Started: Jul 27 2007, 07:48 PM (33 Views)
The Goddess Alexia Jul 27 2007, 07:48 PM Post #1
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"Eppur si muove"
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 okay so on my wrestling fed Alexia was in a match for a heavy weight title...if I win I will be the first woman to hold a main title...a fucking MEN'S HEAVY WEIGHT TITLE! 've been workignf or this since I joined almost a year ago...so I'm going to post my RPa nd the RP's of my two opponet's...I want you to tell me who won... mine will take two posts cuz it's so long lol...but yeah here it is....
Alexia's RP

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Scene One

The Card

Alexia walked out of her large ten acre property home on the edge of her home town in Lakeville, Minnesota. She had on black flip flops, dark blue jeans and a black long sleeved t-shirt with a silver Hershey’s kiss on it, the writing below in blue reading, “Sealed With A Kiss.“ She was rolling her neck and shoulder’s, still stiff from her last match where she was pinned by C.M. Punk. She’d have at him later, she was expecting something today. She stopped in the middle of the large driveway and gave three short, sharp, commanding whistles. There was a splash from out behind the house and Cerberus came bounding around the corner of the hour, soaking wet, slightly muddy, a big smile on his doggy face, covered in mud on his Chesapeake face and a few green flecks of algae on his curly back. He ran up to her, skidded to halt right next to her, braced himself and shook off violently. Alexia, after a bad attempt at shielding herself from the water, burst out laughing and bent down scratching his neck and just behind his ears.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Were you swimming in the pond again Bubby? Alright, okay, lets go get the mail big guy. You’re lucky I’m not wearing white.”

She rubbed his head as she rose and they started heading down her stone laid, quarter mile long driveway. She didn’t mind the walk, it was good exorcize. It took them ten minutes to get to the end of the driveway, what with Cerb running back and forth from one side of the drive to the other crashing through the trees and chasing the birds of the small woods that her house was on the back edge of and her driveway went right through. These wood were filled with good hunting game, but she didn’t hunt them nor allowed them to be hunted. She merely used them in her training Cerb to be more acute and alert for prey. Hunting dog first, guard dog second when they were at home, but closest companion no matter where they were. They reached the end of the driveway and Alexia opened the little blue door on the back side of the stone gate. She could see the mail slot on the other side as she reached in for the mail itself and pulled it out. Closing the door she turned and she and Cerb headed back towards the house.

Several minutes later she entered the house, passed through the sitting room, the game room and into the kitchen. She stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen. All the kitchen surfaces were done in black marble, her cupboards in very fine, rare, ebony wood. She’d gone through the mail on her way back to the house so the piece she wanted was right on top of the bills, which were on top of the fan letters. Not that she didn’t care but bills were bills. She opened the envelope with the W.E. symbol in the upper corner, and pulled out the paper. Her eyes scanned down the sheet, reading each match, each main event, each participant very carefully. Her eyes read the last line and a wicked grin spread across her face. She looked down at her beloved Cerberus evilly.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Its even better than I could have possibly imagined, my pet! Sting is back, and he is mine! And now Mick Foley will really pay for all he said about our friend Vince.”

Cerb looked up at her with his wide, golden, expressive eyes, the told her he was listening even if he didn’t understand what she was saying. She read the paper again and laughed evilly as she threw it aside onto the counter top near the rest of the mail, and walked away, Cerb following in her wake.

End Scene One
Scene Two

Happy Reunions???

Alexia sat up in her office on her large home. She looked out the third story window and across the large field, was the beautiful wild grounds she’s bought for the pure pleasure of have her own little natural sanctuary, and a good place for Cerb to run safely. She was on a blue cordless phone, and she was reclined in a black leather arm chair on rollers. Her feet were up on the antique, red wood desk and she was laughing.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Oh yes, I can’t wait to have a real go at him. It should be, dare I say, a happy reunion. At least…for me that is. I can’t really see him beating me. Not then, not now, and not in the future. He’s too filled with hatred of me to be able to put his thoughts in the right order and use that anger to his advantage.”

She paused as she listened to the person on the other end, twirling some of her hair around her finger as she listened. A slight frown appeared on her face.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I can’t believe you would doubt me! Of course I’m going to win. And I’m going to utterly destroy Foley and annihilate Sting. Sting will be hurting so badly he’ll have to take a six month L.O.A. just to let his physical wounds heal, and after that, at least another four to finish fixing the mental damage I’ve done to him. If not more! But…”

She paused again listening, frowning even more.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Do not insult me by interrupting me with bull shit like that. Don’t you think that I know its going to be one fucked up match? Don’t you think that I know that once again I’m going to be put to my limits?”

She pushed a button on the home port of the phone’s charger and set the phone down, it ws now on speaker phone as Alexia pulled her bills from earlier over to her. A man’s voice was heard talking from the phone.


“…N….no….never Alexia, I would never!…”

She smiled that seductively evil smile of hers.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Good, then don’t you think that I know my opponent’s limits as well as my own, and that I’m possibly so confident because I know my limits can and have surpassed theirs by far?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure of that I just…”

Her voice was cold.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Your, what?”

“I…I’m just trying to make sure you stay realistic, that’s all!”

She slammed her fist into the ancient desk top.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“DAMN IT CHRISTOPHER! I AM BEING REALISTIC! I M GOOD, HELL I AM GREAT NO FUCK THAT SHIT! I AM THE BEST!!!! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I CAN LOSE?”

The man now known to be Chris yelled just as loudly back at her.

Chris:
“NOT IF YOU KEEP THAT DAMN EGO OF YOUR’S A MILE HIGH!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Oh! So now your gonna blame grandpa and daddy for the ego they instilled in me? I’m sorry if they knew I was going to be the best at whatever I did and wanted to make sure I knew it! If they wanted to assure that I knew my place in the world!”

Chris:
“So now you’re going to blame Grandad and uncle Jack for your ego?! Sorry, Cuz, but you were weak enough to let yourself get the ego in the first place!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Don’t believe me then do you? Ask them then! Ask Daddy, he’ll tell you he’s done it with me since day one! Its all I’ve even known…its comes with the military life of a military family, but you wouldn’t know about that living a civilian life!”

Chris:
“Military life has nothing to do with it Alexia. It if did why aren’t Juston and Riss like that?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“It was everything to do with it Christopher! The military sees your potential and then breaks you down only to rebuild you to use your strength and potential perfectly! We were born broken down Chris. Its all we’ve ever known. I’ve just been more honed, more refined then either of my siblings. And after Noa died, I made sure I worked for it even more. I’ve been called the perfect military brat, and I don’t care. I’m proud of my upbringing, of my ego, of myself and of the fact that I know I am great. And its that pride and the honed self control I have that’s going to allow me to win my match at King Of The Ring! I called you to rejoiced in finally getting what I wanted, not to fight. I see you still don’t like what I’ve been doing, so I’ll let you go.”

Chris:
“No, Allie, please wait…”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Bye Chris, talk to you later.”

She pushed the button and hung up on him before he could say anymore, then turned back to the bills that had arrived.

End Scene Two
Scene Three

Blow Pop

The day after Alexia got the King Of The Ring match card, she was found several miles from home, in the next city over, Burnsville. It was where the local Blow Pop was located for the southern half of Minnesota. She hadn’t even planned on going but she’d gotten an urgent call before she left for the base. She sighed annoyed as she now entered the building and went to find her child hood friend and current manager of the Burnsville Blow Pop, Cassandra Wilson. She found her in the office upstairs. Alexia didn’t sit, she was in a hurry, but she and Cerb stood in front of Cassandra’s desk.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Alright Cass, whats the big deal that I had to be here in person?”

The pretty woman with thick, curly brown hair leaned forward and handed Alexia a letter. Alexia read it as Cassandra spoke.

)(Cassandra)(
“The King of Diamonds owner is suing us for apparently stealing his idea of a split, co-ed strip club and a sucker theme.”

Alexia continued to read the letter as she leaned forward and took a green apple blow pop out of the bowl on Cassandra’s desk.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Speaking of which…”

She opened it and put it in her mouth, then continued to read the letter. When she finished she placed it back on the desk.

)(Cassandra)(
“What are we going to do?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I’ve wanted to do a club like this since I was in high school, we didn’t take his plans and I’m got old friends that will back me up! But I’m calling Vic anyway.”

She pulled Cassandra’s phone across the desk hit speaker and dialed Victoria’s number. She pace the office as the ringing of Victoria’s phone filled the air. Then the phone was answered.

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
“Hey Alexia!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Hey Vic…listen we got a problem.”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
“Oh Really? What kind of problem?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“The kind that could get us shut down if not dealt with properly. But first I gotta ask you a question. You even meet or know in ANY slim way a man named Ryan Acker?”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
"The name doesn't ring a bell.. why?"

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Good, because he owns a strip club here in Minnesota called the King of Diamonds and he’s suing the Burnsville branch of Blow Pop…or more so, you and I for stealing his idea of a sucker theme and co-ed strip club, which is bull shit because he hasn’t ever used either of those ideas!”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
"Are you kidding me? If he thinks he is suing us, he’s got another thing coming. Let me meet his guy so I can give him a broken face! Then he'll really have something to sue about."

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“That’s how I feel, problem is, then it would be theft and[/] assault, we don’t need that right before King Of The Ring. I just had to make sure you didn’t know him so he couldn’t claim we met him and took his ideas or some shit. I wanna know what this guy has to go on!”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
"Yeah! I'd like to see his proof.. watch it be some made up crap or something. I hope he knows what he is getting into.."

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Yeah really. He’s probably just pissed off that we’re taking all his business or something. From what I hear he own the Gay 90’s too, and that place, though not a strip club, is usually packed with gay men more than women, and I know we get more and more of them here every night so I wouldn’t doubt it if he’s just being a baby about losing money.”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
"That’s probably what it is then. He's just jealous because we're taking all his business. But hey, maybe if his clubs didn't suck, he wouldn't have this problem. No.. no wait, any club that has a Blow Pop near it, is going to lose business. Because we are the shit!”

Alexia laughed so hard she was practically cackling.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“That’s for sure. Alright, well we’ll discuss this later when I see you at the show. Talk to ya later.”

||The Vicious Vixen Victoria||
"Alright. See ya later."

Alexia hung up the phone and looked at Cassandra.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“We’re innocent, I knew we would be. Vic and I will discuss thing at the show and stuff, then I’ll make a call to a lawyer and send them over here. Make sure you have all the stats we need, about the kind of customers and things like that. Who’s lost the most business with us being here, and why, things like that.”

)(Cassandra)(
“Alright, will do.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Good, now Cerb and I must be going. Make sure you watch on Sunday to see me with the A.R. Title. Oh and put up flyers, if Vic win’s her match anyone in the club will get free drinks till midnight, if I win mine free drinks all night long. But make sure you stamp who was in before our matches end, so you know. Its good publicity.”

With that she turned and left, Cerb following in her wake.

End Scene Three
Scene Four

Physical Preperation And Mental Reflection

Alexia’s transport had arrived in town for the pay per view, she’d been to her hotel and checked in, then she changed and set out for the nearest gym. She looked and searched for the right one. When she found what she was looking for. A small gym that was nothing but weights. Sure she could have gone back to the base, but she wanted something less familiar. After speaking to the owner, a huge, burley and extremely muscular man in a black beater and blue jeans, she was given free reign of the place along with the four or five other people there, all men, and all seemingly twice her size or more. She pulled out her bright blue iPOD with the personal engraving of “Goddess” on the back, and putting the hear buds in, she to work stretching. She warmed her muscles up, and proceeded to the nearest bench press. She examined the weights that were left on from the last man to use it and added another twenty five to each side. Her limit was only another 35 total, but she was going to push herself with fifty instead. She started in on her reps and in the process, got lost in her own thoughts.

‘Sting… Finally, I get to personally see to his destruction. He never understood why I did what I did. Does he not realize that I will stop at nothing to reach the top, to be the best of the best? No, because he’s too concentrated on his own world. Well tomorrow night he’ll see that his hate for me is nothing compared to my will to risk and do all it takes to win. To prove to him I’m better. My will to dominate is far greater then his lust for revenge on me, that goes without saying. I will crush him tomorrow night, that’s for sure.

As for Foley. I had no problems with him until he tried that A.R. revolt against Vince. It wasn’t exactly hard to take his title from him out from under his nose. Tomorrow is going to be no more difficult when it comes to him. Sure I’ll take my anger out on him, but that’s about it. Course he’s going to be mad that he never got a chance to get his title back. Too bad for that candy ass. If he’d invoked the clause sooner it wouldn’t be a problem now would it?’

She moved on to the next machine, again putting on more weight then normal.

‘How the hell did Sting wind up in this match anyway? He hasn’t been around for so long! Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, I wouldn’t want to go up against just Foley, that would be like handing the title to me, and that’s no fun for me. I wanna tear people apart in the process. Sting will at least make it interesting. What to wear…? I’ll sort that out later. Once I have this title its only a matter of time before…. Well, again not something to think on just now.

I have to make sure I hide my bat out there. I’ll knock that ref out one way or another because I want Sting to feel the pain from the physical embodiment of my hate for him. I wonder who the ref will be? Damn it, they really need to start listing them on the cards, whatever… I think I’ll go for a nice long run after this, then come back tomorrow, run again, then shower and head to the arena. My workout routine has been this way since I agreed to trade my InterConn. And X titles for this one. I like this, nothing but pure determination floods through me every time I think of the beautiful A.R. Title gold around my waist. I want Foley and Sting to not expect a gods forsaken thing from me in there, that includes my strength. Most men don’t a woman can be as strong as I and look as I do, but that’s the beauty of not using things to bulk up. Body builder bodies on women is just gross. Glad I don’t look that way. Course I’m probably not as strong either but I’ll be just as strong as my opponent’s in there… I wonder if Cerb should accompany me out there…’

Her thought process continued along these lines for the next hour or so as she planned out her strategy, totally based around her usual malicious, life risking ring behavior, and then started thinking of what would happen if she encountered either of her opponent’s backstage tomorrow night before their match.

‘A backstage attack isn’t my bag. I want my victim ready and rearing to go out in that ring. How else can I say that I am truly the greatest. Attacking before a match is proof that I don’t think I can win otherwise. Ugh, people like that are such cheap asses!’

She finished on the last machine, got up and cleaned it off before swinging her bag over her shoulder and with a quick word to the owner, she left, leaving the other weight lifters staring with dropped jaws at the last machine she was on. She’s been doing butterflies and had the weight set higher than anyone (to their knowledge) had ever set it.

End Scene Four
Scene Five

Arrival And A Call

The sounds of a revving engine told everyone to get out of the way because Alexia was coming. People scampered to the sides of the driving isle to they didn’t die as Alexia’s beloved gold firebird shot past the other vehicles in the parking garage doing sixty. She was reaching a dead end, and with a shift of the clutch and a quick turn she pulled perfectly into her reserved parking spot next to the entrance between garage and arena building. She got out, let Cerb out, grabbed her bags and went in. People passed her muttering under their breaths, but she didn’t care. She smiled sweetly at someone who was doing just this, acid words coming from that sweet smile.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Just be glad its an exact copy of the original and not a new firebird, then you wouldn’t hear me coming in at all.”

She giggled wickedly and went on into the building. As she headed towards her locker room, her phone rings with the scream of “AAAAAALLLL ABOARRRRRD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” and “Crazy Train” starts to play. She pulled the dark, sparkly blue razr out of her pocket and answers it.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Hey Momma.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Hey baby. How are things?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Things are well, Cerberus and I just got to the arena.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Oh? Have you seen your brother yet?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“No, I told you we just got here. I haven’t even gotten to my locker room yet. He doesn’t even have a match tonight so I don’t know if he’s even here.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Well he said he was thinking about the dark match.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“If he loses that piece of crap, match for no talents I’ll disown him!”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“ALEXIA!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Well? Its true! He’s better than probably anyone who’s going to do it.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Alright, alright I get your point. Oh honey you’re father’s worried about your match tonight you know. He wasn’t this worried about you Wrestle Mania match but he doesn’t want you going up against Sting after what you did to him. The Colonel says to tell you not to die out there.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
"Fine, tell him I'm not dying before you anyway you evil, maniacal Colonel with a god complex!"

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“ALEXIA FROST!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Just tell him!”

Alexia heard her mother sigh and obviously turn her head because her vice muffled, then she heard her tell Alexia’s father her message. Alexia started laughing as she heard her father burst out and practically die laughing on the other end. Her mother sighed and returned to their conversatoin.

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“He says “That’s my girl.” Honestly you two are as bad as children.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I think we’re worse.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Right, well I spoke with your cousin yesterday. You hung up on him.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“He was being a douche!”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“He was being realistic and you didn’t like it.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“No he was being a dumb-ass and I didn’t like it. I was being realistic, Mother. I am going to win this match because I am the best there is! I’m prepared for it to be as bad if not worse than what I went through at Wrestle Mania, I know my opponent’s, I’m ready and I’m going to win.”

*~*Mrs. Frost*~*
“Alright, I’m not going to fight with you about this because we both know I won’t win. You’re too thick headed like your father. Its Juston that’s like me. Well good luck with you’re match baby. We’ll be watching! Bye.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Thanks Mom, bye.”

She flipped her phone shut just as she was walking into her locker room. She threw her bags onto a chair and sat down on the couch to relax for a short time before she started getting ready.

End Scene Five
Scene Six

The Big Dogs

Alexia, fresh from the shower was drying her wet hair. She wore blood red bondage pants with silver chains and black lining around the pants. Her top consisted of just a black bar under a long sleeved, matching red fishnet top, the sleeves of which hooked her thumbs, and the bottom hem stopped just under her chest, leaving her midsection bare. Her makeup was black liner and mascara with a blend of blacks and grays for her eye shadow, her lips were tinted a deep blood red, much darker then her pants and top. Cerb lay on the couch, his leather, spiked collar already around his neck, he waited patiently for his mistress to finish drying her hair.

Her hair done she walked out of the bathroom to look at the T.V. It was the ECW match set for ECW personnel only. She didn’t remember what number it as and didn’t really care. Running a hand through her hair, she attached the chain to Cerb’s collar.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Alright boy, lets go.”

They headed out of the room, on their way to Todd Grisham’s interview area. She was scheduled to have it after the current match was over. She rounded a corner, waved to a few people, greeted Maria and Trippy who were chatting excitedly then continued on her way. She rounded a corner and saw Mick Foley, his back to her, sitting on one of a stack of metal equipment bins. She smiled viciously and walked over to him. Standing behind him she bent low and whispered evilly in his ear.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“There is no hope for you.”

He jumped slightly and she straightened and laughed. He stood, turning to face her in the process.

@@Mick Foley@@
“Can I help you Miss Frost?”

She smiled wickedly.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Why yes, as a matter of fact, you can. Stay out of the ring tonight, and let the big dogs fight for that golden bone that is the AR. Title.”

@@Mick Foley@@
“And why would you want that? Worried I might be more than a big dog of your stature can chew?”

She laughed.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Hardly. I took your Intercontinental didn’t I? No I was only looking out for the well being of the old, washed up mongrel that you are, Mick. See, nothing but the purest intentions, seeing as we both know Sting and I will both eat you alive.”

@@Mick Foley@@
“I’m sure your intentions were pure, Alexia, but I’m also sure they weren’t pure for my own well being. As a matter of fact I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared shitless of going out there tonight. You’re afraid you might lose.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Mick, you can’t even see out of your own eyes with all that hair in your face, let alone be able to see into mine. I fear nothing! I know what is risked by me going out there tonight, and I don’t give a god’s fuck because I know something you don’t. I know that I will be winning tonight, so you see, there is nothing for me to fear.”

@@Mick Foley@@
“And what of the pain that’s going to be inflicted on you? Do you fear the pain Alexia?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Have you seen me wrestle, or do you just pretend to pay attention. Pain is nothing to me. I took on Kane in a Hell in a Cell Inferno match, you and Sting working together only to put me in as much pain as you can can’t even match that! Do you get what I’m saying? You can’t compare to Kane in any way, and he went and offed himself after he lost to me. As a matter of fact it kinda makes me worry about the two of you. What’s going to happen when I beat you do badly you’re grandkids will still be hurting form the pain. If Kane killed himself, what are you and Sting going to make yourselves suffer?”

Mick gave her a look as if she were crazy.

@@Mick Foley@@
“I highly doubt anything of the sort. Even if you do win, and there is only a small chance that’s going to happen, but if you did, I’m pretty sure Sting and myself have more sense than that, I mean Kane wasn‘t exactly all there.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“HA! That’s funny Mick. You should have been a comedian instead of a wrestler. Not all there! What-ev-er! This coming from a man who puts a sock on his hand after its been in his pants. And in favor of a man who has already had his ass beaten down by me, and disappeared for eight months. Frankly I think out of the two of you, you’re going to have a bigger problem. At least Sting had enough sense to leave. You on the other hand, I doubt you’ll let yourself leave your locker room unless its in a body bag! I’ve driven more mentally stable people to the loony bin than you Mick. You’re crazy but I’m insane, and you don’t want to hit an insane person. Like I said. Stay out of this match and let the big dogs play because you’re old and washed up, and if you get in there, I promise you, I’ll do shit you never even conceived. Shit so messed up, it’ll send you on a head trip so wretched, you’ll wind up in a mental hospital recouping and trying to repress the wicked memories that you’ll see in the ring tonight! I warn you now. If you want to keep your sanity, give up the title shot you old mutt!”

Cerb barked, sensing Alexia’s tone and deciding to punctuate it with his own comment. Alexia laughed maliciously and walked away leaving Mick to stare after her.

End Scene Six

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The Goddess Alexia Jul 27 2007, 07:49 PM Post #2
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 Scene Seven

Interview (Part One)

The ECW match ended and Todd Grisham’s face appeared on the Titan Tron. The crowd went wild, wondering what was going to happen next.

::Todd Grisham::
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my guest at this time. She is the first two time Women’s Champion, as well as the first woman to not only hold the Intercontinental and X-Division titles, but also she is the first to hold them together. And later tonight she has a chance to be the first woman to hold the AR Title. Ladies and Gentlemen, Alexia Frost!”

The camera pulled back to show Alexia in the shot with Todd. The crowd went wild giving a mix of both cheers and jeers, Alexia being a favored heel that everyone loved, or loved to hate. She smiled innocently at Todd as he handed her, her own mic.

::Todd Grisham::
“Alexia, I’m sorry but due to our last few encounters you’ll understand why I’m a bit weary of you right now. You can use your own mic.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Ah, okay, well thank you Todd.”

::Todd Grisham::
“Okay so lets get started. Alexia tonight you are in the main event. A three way dance for the chance to be the AR Champion. Now AR followed you around for a time, recording you training, learning of your life growing up, and things like that, so the fans can see just how one prepares for a match of this caliber. Would you like to introduce it?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Yes, thank you Todd. Like you said, it followed me around for a while. It shows a bit on how I trained and physically prepared for this match as well as mentally prepared. There are some bits of me just talking about it and other shit too. Not a whole lot to it, just like every other pay-per-view promo.”

She giggled and Todd nodded then looked directly into the camera.

::Todd Grisham::
“Alright, Attitude Reborn fan’s I give you the first of three AR Title Promos!”

End Scene Seven
Scene Eight

The Promo

The tron darkens then suddenly it shows the light and pyro’s for Alexia’s entrance, and her walking out with Cerb by her side. It was the entrance she’d done for Wrestle Mania. She and Cerb started walking down the ramp when it cut to show different images of Alexia performing Sacrifice and Invocation on different opponents and male voice over starts talking.

~V.O.~
“Is is mysterious, as hard to read or figure out at the dead sea scrolls. She is a multiple champion, as well as a form double champion, holding the Women’s Championship twice, the Intercontinental, and the X- Division, together. She has performed feats in the ring and survived that no living mortal would ever consider. She is Alexia, The Dead Goddess. And she’s out for the AR title.”[color]

The image on the screen as the voice ends is a slow motion replay of Alexia doing her most famous Sacrifice onto Kelly Kelly off of the top of the Hell in a Cell cage. As this image plays there is no sound except for a slow thud, sounding much like a heart beat. As the video shows her making the pin and winning then hanging off of Jeff Hardy it cuts out to show Alexia sitting on a white leather couch, apparently in her home, with Cerb curled up asleep next to her, and she is scratching behind his ear. She’s got on a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, her feet are tucked up under her, and they are bare.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I’ve been waiting a very long time for this chance, or I should say, these chances. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on this title since the day I signed my contract. I’ve also been wanting to go up against Foley, washed up as he is, its still an honor to be in the ring with him. And as for Sting. Lets just say I’m happy for our little reunion because now I’ll be able to finish what I started so long ago.”

The camera cut to a a slide show type of thing with different pictures of Alexia with family and friends as she was growing up. The first picture was one of three children, two girls and a boy all looking exactly alike. Alexia was now the voice over.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I am the oldest of a set of triplets born on Halloween. I grew up in a big military family. My father being a colonel, and both of my grandfathers being three star generals structure, routine and fitness were very big. My father and grandfather tried to groom us all into being have such a big ego that we were convinced we were the best. It worked with a few of us, some of my cousins, myself, and my triplet Noa. Then Noa died, Juston and I were left as simply twins, and I fell into an even deeper concentration of the grooming my father and grandfather’s were preparing me for. For the real world.”

Now pictures of Alexia and Cerb as well as her with other dogs appeared on the screen followed by pictures and video of her on her high school wrestling team and pictures and video of her in the indy circuit.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Living on base I watched the dog trainer’s learned their ways and improved on them The result was the first dog I’d ever trained, you know him as my constant companion’s sire, Hercules. Along with the dog training hobby I took up wrestling in high school. My brother and I were on the same team and I wound up as captain. After graduation I went to college majoring in physical fitness, and in the process made a name for myself in the indy circuit. Juston joined me but didn’t make it as much of a priority as I did. We would up holding the Mixed Tag team Championship titles for almost two years before I ignored his warning and attempted an Invocation on a man who was just too damn big. I broke my wrist in the process and we had to give up our titles because I couldn’t defend. We went our separate ways and one I healed, I was determined to never let that happen again.”

Video clips of her weight lifting, jogging, and initially working out in preparation for her match started playing.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I started strength training twice as hard, I worked my muscles and hand bones and I made sure that something like that would never happen again. Following a strict military style physical routine that my father help me set up, six months later I faced the same man on who I broke wrist in the first place and this time he was invoked. I’ve never looked back.”

A clip of Alexia smiling and laughing silently real quick before cutting to clips of her in apparent meditation, obviously footage taken during the same day as the interview because she’s sitting in the same room but on a white leather chair, and is in the same outfit.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Meditation is a very important of my life. It helps keep my otherwise short and violent temper under control. It also keeps one’s mind structured and organized, two elements that are key for a good decent life. If you don’t have structure and order than you nothing but a rebelling country who needs to be broken down and rebuilt. Yeah I’m not a military brat, am I? Meditation helps me to focus my anger, determination, and anything else I feel towards a match or opponent directly to that…the match or opponent. It allows me to detach myself from my body, so to speak, and go out there not caring, not giving a damn about what could happen to me, so long as I win. Its through personal meditation that I can do what I do out there. The insanely high sacrifices, the painful aerial techniques that do more damage to me than my opponent. I fear none of it because once I become detached, I remember nothing of what pain is. Its simple mind over matter and my mind is just as strong as the rest of me.”

The camera cut back to Alexia sitting on the couch with Cerb. This time she was actually talking, not being a vice over.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“As you can see over the years I’ve become a very well trained machine in body, mind and soul. I am looking forward to this match. I won’t underestimate Foley or Sting, but I can promise you that they won’t be coming out the winner. I will be the next AR Championship title holder.”

The tron cut to an image of Alexia holding her Women’s Championship belt, celebrating it in the ring when she’d first won it at her debut match at SummerSlam. There was now sound and the video was slow motion. This is the image that was seen as the tron faded out, ending the video.

End Scene Eight
Scene Nine

Interview (Part Two)

The image on the tron cuts back to Todd and Alexia, who is standing there looking extremely proud and very cocky at the moment. Todd is looking thoughtful.

::Todd Grisham::
“Alexia, you were the first person scheduled for this match up. What do you think of Foley being in it?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Not much really. I figured he would be actually seeing as it was originally supposed to be a six way and he wouldn’t be getting a shot at one of my titles, I figured he’s be given this as a replacement instead. Actually it was kinda obvious that he would be.”

::Todd Grisham::
“And what about Sting?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“What about him? We feuded what I first debuted, then he disappeared for eight months off the face of the fucking planet, and now he’s back and in my match. They threw him in for two reasons. First, there is no one on RAW good enough to go up against me, or brave enough, so they were short people and didn’t want a match with just me and Foley. Second, it sparks major controversy again for two reasons. The first being that he’s been gone so long and then suddenly shows up and gets a title shot. Second being our age old feud which hasn’t exactly been resolved. As Eric Bischoff said, controversy creates cash. Sting winding up in this match was the obvious missing element in an otherwise perfect mixture.”

::Todd Grisham::
“So you don’t have a problem with him not really earning a this match then?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Hell no. It means I get to have to him again. But seriously, Todd, think of it. Me, first I’m a woman. I’ve been working for this kind of thing since the day I started here in the A.R. I’m tough and I’m probably the most dominate woman there is, more so than our current Women’s Champion, Leyla. Why do I think that? Because unlike her I know I am brave enough and good to strike out of the norm and fight with the men as well as handle it really well in the process, she hasn’t done that. Until I see one of them getting a major title shot of this caliber I dominate all. So like I said you have the A.R.’s most dominate diva. Along with a man who she not only took a title from but also gave it up before he had a chance for a rematch, Foley. He’s gotta be mad, that’s controversy right there. Follow that up with Sting, who I said before was a double controversy with our old feud as well as not really earning the title shot and you’ve got a match that’s pure gold. You know what Shane O-Mac is thinking right now at the very moment as he watches this and thinks about the title match?”

Todd Cleared his throat nervously.

::Todd Grisham::
“Um…no?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“He’s thinking “Here comes the money”! Because he’s not an idiot. He knows a great match when he sees one, and he knows its going to bring in big time cash because people are going to buy the show only to too this match. Not everyone but I know people who watch just for certain matches, so you get my point. Shane knows this. He sees it and he plays off of it. It means solid gold for him and for us. I mean after all no matter the outcome of the match, big time gold is coming back to RAW, and I am not anything if not totally dedicated to RAW. I haven’t been on any other show since I was signed and I’ll view it as a huge insult if I’m ever moved. Raw lost its glory until I won the Interconn. and X titles. I made that show great again, but it wasn’t at it’s former glory. I have no doubt that with the AR Title back on RAW, we will once again be the best brand in the business, and I shall be hailed as it’s savior for I will be the one to bring it back!”

::Todd Grisham::
“I see. Well that makes perfect sense. Alexia what do you think will happen tonight?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“You mean besides me winning? I think tonight is, though going to be crazy insane and hard, its going to be nothing compared to what I’ve gone through before. Tonight I’m going to go out there and I’m going to make them bow to their goddess! By the time I finish with them, they’ll be licking my Van’s begging for mercy and for me to make a quick pin to end the match. But that’s not going to happen. I will continue the match and I will not only make them beg for mercy bug Foley will wish he’d listened when I told him to not even enter the ring, and Sting…”[color]

She grinned evilly and giggled darkly.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Sting will have to be carried out on a strecher. He’ll be in such bad condition that he will beg for me to smite him and end his suffering then and there.”

Todd backed away from her some.

::Todd Grisham::
“That’s um…scary. Alright Alexia, well thank you very much for you input on your match tonight and I wish you all the luck in the world with it.”

Before Alexia could say or do anything Todd dropped his mic and ran, afraid of her attacking him again. She stood there for a moment staring after him before rolling her eyes. Then she dropped her mic and turned to walk away as the tron faded to black to prepare for the next entrance video.

End Scene Nine
Scene Ten

Evil Meets Dark

Alexia was leaving her interview, very happy with how it had gone. She was walking down the corridor that her locker room was in but she passed it and kept walking. That’s when she heard Maria’s voice sounding distressed from behind her own locker room door.

^_^Maria^_^
“Oh! Oh Damn! Is there a girl out there at all!? I need help!”

Alexia knocked once on the door and called through it to her.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Maria? Are you okay?”

^_^Maria^_^
“Alexia? ALEXIA! ALEXIA HELP! I CAN’T GET MY SHIT ON!”

Alexia couldn’t help but laugh. She went into Maria’s locker room, shutting the door behind her and Cerb and started laughing again as Maria was standing in the middle of the room, in a bra and panties, turning in circles as she attempted to hook her bra behind her back.

^_^Maria^_^
“Alexia, help!”

Snickering Alexia walked over and hooked Maria’s bra for her.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“How did you….no…know what? I don’t want to know. Finding the cause of this very major blonde moment might infect me with the idiot virus.”

Maria laughed.

^_^Maria^_^
“Oh I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t latch it is all!”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Riiight…so uh, Why didn’t you just latch it around your waist and pull it up?”

Alexia received a very blank look from this.

^_^Maria^_^
“OHMYGOD! Why didn’t I think of that!?”

Alexia laughed stating that she had no clue. That’s when Maria started turning in circles again, this time looking around the room.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“What are you doing?”

^_^Maria^_^
“Um…where are my clothes?”

Alexia laughed so hard at this one she was doubled over with a stitch in her side. It took her several minutes before she could stand right and talk again.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Try that open bag on your chair that I see clothes in.”

^_^Maria^_^
“Oh! Thanks!”

Alexia rolled her eyes snickering then bid Maria good bye and left. She addressed Cerb as they continued walking down the hall.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Sometimes I worry about her.”

Cerb sneezed and they kept walking. Several minutes later Alexia was found in an area of the building she normally would never have been in. She was looking for Sting. She turned a corned and there, at the other end of the hall he was standing, as though he were waiting for her. She walked deliberately towards him, stopping maybe six feet from him.

< The Stinger >
“I knew you’d come looking for me before our match.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“I knew you’d be waiting.”

There was silence for a moment before he spoke again.

< The Stinger >
“You’re not going to try and attack me?”

Alexia’s chin lifted full of pride.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Hardly! Its not my bag. I pride myself on the fact that I don’t have to attack an opponent before the match. I know I can beat them in the ring without the pre match cheap shot. You knew I was coming, how is it you didn’t know why I was looking for you?”

More silence…and then…

< The Stinger >
“You did before, I just figured you try to cheap shot me again.”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“That wasn’t before a match though was it? I don’t jump people before their match. I’ve too much pride for that!”

< The Stinger >
“Then what did you come for?”

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“To tell you something, that’s all.”

There was silence. She was waiting for him ask what it was and he was waiting for her to just say it. They stood there face to face for what felt like an eternity. Finally he gave in first.

< The Stinger >
“What?”

She smiled cruelly at him.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“Just to let you know that you have no hope because tonight, I am going to dominate the match, and you’re going to lose.”

Then she smiled playfully and gave him a wink.

!~The Dead Goddess Alexia~!
“And also…Watch out for flying balls. If Foley pulls out that sock, who knows what else is going to come out with it.”

She turned on her heel and walked away, Cerb following her. She was using all her will to hold back a laugh at her last comment. Little to her knowledge, there was the a possibility of a slight smirk on Sting’s face as well. She went to her locker room to get something to drink and then finish preparing for the match.

End Scene Ten
Scene Eleven

The Entrance Of A Goddess

The arena totally darkens as the deep beat of "Zombie Stomp" starts playing. Then, suddenly, the music starts building up and suddenly blue, purple and silver spot lights run over the crowd. Then suddenly…BOOM…Alexia’s signature blue, silver and purple pyros go off and she emerges from the matching colored smoke, Cerb by her side as usual.

Tenay:
“Here comes our first main eventer, the former double champion, Alexia Frost.

King:
“Why it’s the Misses! Alexia honey over here!”

The music dims timed just right for the lyrics to start as the fans calm down.

“I don't need a doctor
But I need something to kill the pain
Don't know what I'm after
But the pressure's driving me insane

Searching for a different role
Had a funny feeling I can't hide
Hey hey do the Zombie Stomp
Why can't they just let me be
Alone without the misery
Hey hey do the Zombie Zombie Stomp
Hey hey do the Zombie Stomp
Hey hey do the Zombie Stomp”

Her hair is down and flows out behind her as she, Cerb, start walking down the ramp. She is wearing the same red and black outfit as earlier. The arena is still dark with only the colored lights going over the crowd, and a blue light on them.

“Flirting with disaster
Morning after killing me again
Hiding from the laughter
And the demons dancing round my brain

Always dancing on thin ice
I guess I'll have to pay the price
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Thinkin' how it could have been
If I had never let them in
Hey, hey, do the Zombie, Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp “

The song enters into its breakdown before the last verse and course, just as they reach the ring steps. She climbs them, after permitting Cerb to go on ahead of her, and ducking under the second rope, enters the ring. Once in, she circles to each corner, climbing the turnbuckles and giving the fans the double rock on sign , before hopping down and going onto the next one., as usual.

“Take me to the doctor
'Cause I feel it coming on again
Don't know where I'm going
'Cause I guess I don't know where I've been

Looking for a different ride
Always dancing on thin ice
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Thinking how it could have been
If I had never let them in
Hey, hey, do the Zombie, Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp”

Cerb trotted along behind her, his chain dragging on the mat behind him, as she moved to each corner. When she finished on the last turnbuckle, she back flipped off, and the music cut. With the song ended and the fans went wild. Alexia smiled, as she passed the dog out of the ring, kissing him on the top of the head first, and then paced the ring waiting for the other two to come out.

End Scene Eleven
End RP

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 Sting's RP

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Down in Venice Beach, California a black Mercedes-Benz has just pulled into the drive way of a very well designed and built beach house. Its white rooftop and cream colored texture make the house stand out as being both beautiful and cool. The backdoor of the benz opens slowly and a brown haired individual steps out in his wingtiped brown dress shoes with his grey suit and tie. This man puts his hand on top of the car and scopes the house over before reading the address and determining that it was the right place. His left eyebrow raises in a bit of surprise at how nice this house is. He did not expect the wrestler who supposedly resides here to have this kind of taste, he more expected a hut on the sand.

Shane McMahon: Wow, I think this is the place guys. Lets give this a shot.

Shane steps completely out of the car and closes the door before straightening his tie and walking up the rest of the driveway toward the house. The opposing backseat door opens and a man wearing black dress shoes with a black suit slowly steps out of the car and his reaction is similar to Shane's as in he can not believe what he is seeing. He motions to the third man to step out of the car with his right hand and then closes the door before approaching the house as if he is freaked out.

Jerry Lawler (King): Shane are you sure this is the place? I mean I was expecting flying bats and witchcraft to be going on. This place can't be it.

While King is brushing his jacket and slacks off, the passenger side frontdoor of the car opens slowly and a heavyset grey haired individual steps out of the car also brushing his white dress jacket and slacks. This man also looks at the house and yard in disbelief that the place was liveable looking. There was a stone fountain in the front yard with the side walk leading up to the front door of the house surrounding it. The front steps were white and the door had what looked to be sterling silver surrounding the frames. The three men continued walking toward the house with Patterson and Lawler looking toward each other in a dumbfounded way.

Pat Patterson: Does Sting actually live here?! No he couldn't live here. Are you sure that we are at the right place because Steve Borden is a pretty wierd individual.

King: Yeah I was expecting Castlevania or Transylvania or something like that. You know where they drink blood and sacrifice goats.

Shane then turns his body around and faces Patterson and Lawler while backing his way toward the house. He shakes his head and lets out a light laugh before motioning to the driver that he will not be long.

Shane: Will you guys please be serious, get your heads right and lets do this so it can be over with? We have a pay-per-view this Sunday.

King: I know Shane but do you really think that this Sting guy is going to come back and wrestle for us? I mean he is a bit out there and who is to say that he is any good?

Shane turns around just before he can ring the doorbell and gives King and Patterson a look of disgust. He knows that he along with these guys do not particularly get along with Sting in anyway. But they have a pay-per-view coming up this Sunday and Shane knows that with Sting back it will cause a lot of contreversy and could stir the pot of Attitude Reborn. Shane extends his arm to the side and pushes the button on the side of the door which lets out a high pitch and typical ring.

Shane: Look I don't like this guy anymore than you guys do. But the fans love him, most of the other wrestlers on Attitude Reborn love him, so how about we buckle down and work together to bring this guy back to the ring?

After Shane completed his statement King and Patterson once again look at each other a bit dumbfounded. They both figured that there was going to be no way of talking Shane or any of the McMahons out of this. They both sighed as Shane again reached his hand out and rang the doorbell.

King: Don't tell me this idiot isn't even home. We travel all these miles from Stamford all the way out here to Venice Beach and the son of a bitch isn't even home. I'm telling you Shane this guy isn't even worth your time. He was a champion in World Championship Wrestling. This guy was their franchise player which makes him king of World Championship Wrestling. They were our bad stepchild before they fell.

Patterson: I can't stand those NWA guys. Always sending out some kind of half ass competition and then get mad when we buy them out. Shane I just don't feel right about this guy.

Shane raises his hand toward Patterson and King and in turn they stop talking. Rubbing his head due to a small headache, Shane turns around and knocks on the door. When he knocks the door begins to open and swings open slowly about two feet before coming to a stop. Shane peeks inside and is doubly surprised that the inside of the house looks even better than the outside. Sting isn't your run of the mill typical guy. This guy has a few screws loose so Shane figures to head on in. Shane pushes the door open and begins to walk in and Patterson acts as if he has seen a ghost.

Patterson: You're going to just walk into the man's house like this? What are you thinking?

Shane: Hey this guy is under contract to us so we own him. Beside i'm sure Sting will be more than happy that we have thought about him in such a way to fly all the way here and to come see him.

With that statement Shane smiles and walks into the house and begins to look around. He could either head upstairs or head down the kitchen. Knowing Patterson is probably hungry for the nine millionth time today Shane picks the kitchen. He almost slips on the shiney white tiled floor and then he recognizes that there are no bats, or any nonsense of that nature. Patterson and King cautiously and slowly make their way into the house and King pushes the door but it does not close all the way. He is so busy looking around the house that he does not even notice that the door is still open. Shane is the first to arrive in the kitchen and notices the silver top stove and the extremely large refrigerator. Shane turns around to find Patterson and King still looking creeped out in the hallway leading to the kitchen and waves them to come on.

Shane: See what did I tell you two? No bats are flying around. No goats are being sacrificed. And most of all the refrigerator is right over there.

King: Well I am hungry and sense this guy is under contract I guess that means that his food is our food isn't that right Pat?

Patterson: Well I think we can dig right in and help ourselves, ain't that right Shane O'Mac?

Shane: You two are the ones that need help but we can go along with what you just said. Oh yeah and don't eat everything, I don't want you two passing gas in my car on the way back to the airport.

King and Patterson open the huge refrigerator and find loads of food on both sides. King decides to get some roast beef and make it into a sandwich and Patterson is a little undecided before reaching in and grabbing a steak that has already been cooked and preserved. The two men scramble and use nearly all of the sauces in the kitchen and sitdown at the white wooden round kitchen table. Shane just sits at the far end of the table shaking his head as the two men stuff their faces. He can't help but laugh and think to himself that strangely this strategy just might bring Sting back to wrestling. If there is one thing that Vince has taught Shane it has to be that aggression and leverage work hand and hand.

Outside the house there was no car in the driveway and that is due to the fact that Sting's care is in the garage. Sting was inside of his neighbor's house on a friendly visit when these men in suits drove up to his house. This is a nice neighborhood so break ins are not to be expected. When his neighbor looks out of their window and see a black car in Sting's driveway they quickly let him know. Sting gets outside and finds that his front door is open. He suspects the worst and his neighbor tosses him a small gun. Sting then notices that the driver of the car is taking a nap with his window down. He creeps up to the driver's side of the car and sticks his gun on the side of the man's head which makes the man all of a sudden jump out of his sleep and smack his hands against the car ceiling along with his head.

Afterwards the man is breathing hard and looking at Sting dead in his pitchblack sunglasses not knowing what in the world to say or do. Not that there is really anything that the man can do. Sting raises his eyebrow because he recognizes the man in the driver's seat as one of the backstage tech. workers from the WWEAR where he worked last summer and fall. Sting opens the driver's door and pulls the man out of the car while still holding the gun to his head. Whoever this is that has intruded Sting's home will more than likely not live to tell about it. Sting grabes the man into a headlock while still holding the gun and basically drags the gasping man up the driveway and up the front steps to the door. Sting stops for a minute and peeks inside his house for any activity. He can see on the far wall three shadows. Two of them look to be eating and the third appears to be on a cellphone.

Sting: You thought you could just come into my house without asking? What the hell were you thinking?

Sting then drags the gasping man into the house and hears forks and knifes hitting dishes before thinking to himself that these guys must not only be criminals but stupid, illogical and utterly ignorant criminals at that. When Sting walks into the kitchen with his left arm around the neck of the gasping driver and his gun pointed at Shane, Patterson, and King with his right hand, two of the men stop dead in their tracks. Shane drops his cellphone on the floor which shatters into multiple pieces and throws his hands straight into the air. At the same time king drops his sandwich, in which the sauce goes all over the plate and the beef falls out from inbetween the two pieces of bread, and he silently throws his hands straight in the air as well.

Patterson is still stuffing his face and does not even realize what is going on. He is scarfing down the steak as if he has not eaten anything in a month. Shane and King just watch in disbelief as well as Sting who just stands and holds the driver who is still gasping for air. Patterson bites off a little more of the steak than he can chew and decides to try and wash it down with some wine that he poured into a glass before. He lifts the glass and begin to suck the wine down and just notices that Shane and King have their hands up. In an instant he sees Sting in his street clothes with his arm around the driver's neck and a gun pointed in his direction. Patterson, in a panick, drops the whin glass, which shatters on the table, and tries to throw his hands into the air, stand straight up, and swallow the large chunk of steak and wine all at the same time. This does not work too well since he forgot to slide his chair out from under the table so his knees and thighs hit the bottom of the table which make him jerk, fall backwards and slam the back of his head into the wall, and when he twist his way out he begins to gag and cough miserably. Patterson bends over pounding his chest and making loud noises like a sick donkey trying to cough up a hairball or something.

Sting: I should shoot you all where you are for doing this? Who do you guys think you are? You invade my home, my security? Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you all where you are right now?

Shane and King don't say anything due to the shock of a gun still rattling through their heads. Patterson and the driver's faces have turned red. Patterson is starting to get lighthead and falls to one knees still hacking and coughing and making noises like a camel that just keeps spitting. Shane is the first one to gather his thoughts and speaks in a low toned voice.

Shane: Well Sting you...you...you wouldn't want to shoot us because then you would be missing out on a great chance to revolutionize yourself. Welcome back to World Wrestling Entertainment Attitude Reborn Sting.

Sting: Lawler you can take fatso here out back and help him. If he throws up make sure its over by the fence, if it is on my sidewalk I will literally plant my boot into both your asses.

Lawler buts his hands down and stands up with his head shaking toward Sting. He then reaches down and slowly helps Patterson to his feet who is still coughing and guides him out of the backdoor. Sting the notices that the driver is tapping his shoulder and decides to put him to work. Sting while still holding the gun slowly lets go of the driver and point to the mess on the table. The driver immediately nods his head and cleans it up. Sting then turns the safety on and puts the gun into his pocket before noticing Shane picking up the pieces of his cellphone and shaking his head about it. Shane then turns to Sting while putting the pieces of the phone into his jacket pocket. Sting isn't really interested in hearing what Shane has to say but he figure the faster Shane talks and says what he has to say the faster these guys will be out of Sting's house and his life.

Shane: Stinger we are summoning you to come back and wrestle for us. Man do I have some big plans for you. You are going to be an even hotter ticket than you already are man. Now this Sunday you be wrestling for.....

Sting: I haven't said that I will wrestle for you or anyone of your authority henchman at Attitude Reborn.

Shane does not like to be interupted at all and would usually take action against someone who does as such. But Shane has an objective here and that objective is to get Sting back into his attire and back out into that ring. He and the other aiuthority figures and investors and shareholders and so forth and so on sat down a few weeks ago in a meeting and decided that the RAW market is fading. Shane adjust his position in his seat and remains calm. He figures that Sting is a smart guy, he would not be as big of a name as he is if he was not smart to the business. Shane decides to use a pitch and not to sugarcoat anything. Boosting Sting's name up and raising his ego will not work. Sting is very straight forward is one of the few guys that does not care about hearing his name every five seconds.

Shane: Alright Stinger I will be honest with you. Most of the authority damn near snapped when they heard that I was bringing you back.

Sting: Bringing? Don't you mean asking for me to come back? My contract is open so you can't force....

Shane: Our policy has changed Mr. Borden. After Wrestlemania all contracts, open, short term, long term, developmental, or exclusive are under full control of Attitude Reborn. Therefore you along with everyone else compete when we say compete. We've had too many walkouts so we've had to adjust with the times so to speak.

Shane hands Sting a xerox copy of his contract who looks it over and reads everything word for word. Sting sees that Shane is correct but his contract was only for one year and one month which means that it expires after the next pay-per-view which is Summerslam aka Attitude Reborn's one year anniversary event. Sting figures that he may have to comeback but he only has to deal with these guys for a month.

Shane: No listen Sting, I am going to be straight forward with you on this because the whole situation has made me sick quite frankly and I want it solved. The situation is RAW our precious Monday night brand and Attitude Reborn's first ever show has been beaten, battered, striped of its championship titles, and left to die by Attitude Reborn's superstars. Even Triple H has made the jump for the benefit of himself. You like Alexia, Claudio, and Mick Foley are not only Attitude Reborn Originals, but you are RAW Originals as well. This Sunday I want a triple threat match between three top superstars in our sport. But not just any three superstars....

Sting: You want three RAW superstars right?

Sting knows the direction that Shane is taking this and lets him know it. Shanes hears Sting's serious expressionless voice and at first is thinking that this attempt is a failure because he can force Sting into it, but if Sting gives no effort then there is no point. The balance of Attitude Reborn could be determined this Sunday. Shane stands up and looks outside to find King still smacking Patterson's back who is still choking apparently. Shane rolls his eyes and peers back toward Sting who is looking him dead in his eye which means that Shane has succeeded in getting Sting to pay attention at least.

Shane: Yes...three RAW Originals. Alexia Frost has given up her X-Division and Intercontinental titles to compete in this match. Mick Foley has declared retirement after Summerslam but not before he challenges for the big time. After those two signed on I decided who would be the third participant. I was flipping through my contract list and found yours Stinger. I said to myself "Wow what has this guys been doing? He has immense backstage influence on Attitude Reborn and he barely says anything. Just about all the wrestlers like him or if not they respect his accomplishments both in WCW and on Attitude Reborn." Who better than you Stinger? You are in the best shape of your life...come on man. The authority might not care for you but the shareholders do and the superstars in our lockerroom look up to you. You represent everyone who can't speak that wants to speak and when people say that they want you to win that means something.

Sting walks around the kitchen a bit while thinking about what Shane has just said. He figures that he is in the match by contract but it is nice that Shane was willing to fly all the way out here to find him and bring him back. He has a lot of history with Alexia Frost and would love to have the chance to knock her teeth down her throat. Mick is a good guy to work with, hell kick your ass and make you bleed but he is a good guy to test your fortitude against. Sting poured himself and Shane a shot of wine and handed the second shot to Shane.

Just then King runs back into the house with horrified look on his face. He can not believe what he has just heard. He does not think that Sting deserves to be in this match and that it would be disgusting if he actually won the damn thing. That means that every week he would have to announce Sting and WWEAR Champion in the same sentence and that was just as bad as Randy Orton wearing a dress week in and week out.

King: What the hell?! Shane you are actually going to put this face paint wearing, baseball bat carrying, arena rafter walking psychopath in the ring with my future wife?!!! Its bad enough you have that idiot crash dummy Mick Foley in there! Now their are two no talent wrestling rejects in there with the single most talented superstar of all time..

Shane extends his arm and hand in the direction of Jerry Lawler in a motion that is Shane's nice way of saying shut up. He really needs Sting for this matchup and Sting has the star power to do it. Shane smiles since he can feel that Sting is going to say yes and after Sting says yes Shane can go home, have a bottle of vodka, and think about what a star stunned main event King of the Ring is going to have.

Sting: Alright Shane you either mean what you say which means you are desperate, or you are an extremely good liar. You know my history, you know how I am and i'm not going to take any bullshit. You coming into my house and your idiots eating my food is bullshit enough.

Shanes smiles because the aggression has worked apparently. Sting raises his glass in the air and Shane raises his own in the air before both of them suck the wine down their throats and place the glasses down.

Sting: I'm in now take your guys and get the hell out of my house.



[size=7]KING OF THE RING[/size]

Sting, just like he was before, is one of the first superstars to arrive in the building and keeps to himself almost all of the time. In his lockerroom the light are very dim which is the way he likes them. It gets him into his dark frame of mind tht he loves to be in. Sting amoung other superstars can feel the intensity in the air of the arena tonight at King of the Ring. Many championships are on the line and in the last match the rebirth of a brand will take place. A mark in history that will live on forever. And a match that will be unforgetable will take place. Sting's face has already been painted with the legendary black and white pattern. He can hear other superstars arriving at the arena. Some of them are talking about their matches, others are talking about how they see their careers in a year from now. Some are even laid back enough to talk about the events of the day.

All of this passes in a blur due to Sting's deep concentration. He is a dark, mysterious, and enigmatic individual. Many on Attitude Reborn believe that he was not supposed to happen. Others believe that he is the greatest ever. Some believe that he just not that great. But all of this will be tossed aside when that bell rings. Sting already has his attire on and just has to slip on his black trenchcoat and grab his black bat. He looks at himself in the mirror and for some reason he believe thats this could be the night the he rises to the top of the AR ladder. He is in his prime and in the best shape of his life and most importantly of all is that noone is going to be able to handle the monster that is Sting.

The black boots are on, the black tights are on, the white scorpion is on the back of his black trenchcoat which drapes on his shoulders, around his arms, and nearly drags the floor behind him. In the hallway Sting silently walks and notices a whole slew of other superstars either talking to eatch other or are warming up for their matches. The first one Sting comes across is Gregery Helms who is jumping up and down on his toes and doing some jabs to get ready for his cruiserweight title match. Sting has always respected cruiserweights and has never liked the anomosity between "small guys" and "big guys" because it is all comparison. A superstar is only as big or as small as the other superstars on the roster.

This week a lot of superstars spoke out about their predictions for the match ups at the King of the Ring. Sting didn't listen to it or look at it. He is in his own world as always. He walks past Greg Helms and Helms sniggers at him, probably being one of the superstars that believes Sting should not be in the match.

Greg Helms: Dude it doesn't even matter if some say that you deserve it or not because Mick Foley is going to take out the garbage and thats all there is to it.

The words go in Sting's ear and out the other as he keeps walking through the arena. When passing a lockerroom One&Only comes through the door and into Sting's path. He extends his hand and after Sting gazes at him with his cold star and expressionless face he finally extends his hand and shakes One&Only's. One&Only recently graduated from Ohio Valley Wrestling and has a six man tag match which is up first. Sting has not opened an event in a long time but knows how important the first match of the night is for setting the tone. Near the staircase where Sting is headed a man by the name of Ace Andrews from Smackdown is jogging up and down one set of stairs to warm himself up for his bout. If it weren't for the high stakes of RAW's new championship, everybody would be talking about this man who has a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship held by The Game. Sting's footsteps can be heard by Ace and he turns around to find a man in black and white face paint walking toward him. He steps aside and lets Sting pass and climb the stairs. Just before Sting is out of sight Ace sports his opinion about the main event.

Ace Andrews: Hey what is this halloween? Good luck out there because neither you nor Mick are on the level of Alexia Frost. At the end of the night her and me are going to have the gold. Maybe next time sport.

Sting just lets it go and continues on his path toward the arena rafters. In the second floor hallway Rob Van Dam is teaching Leyla Milani to do a split with her feet on the seats of both chairs and to lift weight while doing it. Leyla is watching him do it when both of them hear sudden footsteps and turn to see Sting walking past them with a look as if he is on a mission. RVD is set to do double duty and defend two titles while Leyla is defends her title in a four way. Leyla nods to Sting and RVD actually stands up to greet him.

RVD: Hey Sting you're back dude. I see you have ya game face on tonight so i'ma leave you alone. Good luck out there tonight man.

RVD extends his taped up right hand out toward Sting who returns the favor and shakes hands with now dubbed "Mr. Tuesday Night" and continues on. Sting can hear off in the distance a little bit of RVD and Leyla having a conversation. Their voices are so muffled that he can barely hear them but he can just enough to understand a few sentences.

Leyla: He is wierd. Oh well Alexia Frost is going to win anyway so it doesn't matter. She is the best on RAW no doubt.

RVD: Leyla must we go over this a thousand times? Its going to be Foley. *uses hand jester* Because Foley Is Gawd of RAW.

Sting turns the corner on his long walk up to rafters and notices many security guards and tech workers walking around the backstage area. Every is hyped up about this event and not just the wrestlers. The voices of Lita and Cm Punk are heard from around the corner. They are having a conversation about something. Whatever it is Sting pays no attention to it. He continues and just walks past them not even looking their way. He is focus on the match and nothing else which is how he has to be against the competitors of Mick and Alexia.

Lita: Wow looks like scary man over there is ready. Alexia is going to take it though so it doesn't matter anyway.

Cm Punk: Hey Sting is RAW so watch it. But I'll have to go for Foley or Frost myself.

Off in the distance a well developed and up and coming star notices Sting and walks toward him with a smile on his face. In his silver shorts and "Testdrive" t-shirt, Test extends his hand to Sting out of respect for what the man has done both for the sport in general and for Attitude Reborn. Sting is not being an ass but he is not letting his concentration be broken. He extends his hand to return to return the favor to Test.

Test: Hey Sting, kick all of their asses out there for me. Bring that RAW brand back to its feet because I may end up there.

The man in black and white nods his head slowly and continues past Test. In a lockerroom the voices of Rey Mysterio and Eric Bischoff are heard by Sting respectively. Rey is going on talking about how great a time he was having on vacation and Eric is talking about how important the six man tag match is for the exposure of young talent to the television world. Before Sting can past the two men get on the subject of the main event.

Rey Mysterio; Alexia is going to win no doubt Eric.

Eric Bischoff: Yeah i'm going to have to go with Mick or Alexia. Speak of the devil if it isn't the devil himself.

Eric Bischoff notices Sting walking past and he is dressed to wrestle. Eric hastily walks out of the door and catches up with Sting. This man and Sting go a long way back and are both more than key figures in the evolution of prowrestling through out the years. Sting worked for Eric for a long time and was the one man that was loyal to WCW from beginning to end. But Eric is one of many who believe that Sting does not deserve to be in the main event match.

Eric Bischoff: Well well well, if it isn't mister main eventer. Oh please why are you even here Sting? The great Sting is that what they call you? People here say they have heard stories about how good you are. People here say that you are deserving of your spot amoung the elite of Attitude Reborn. But you know what Stinger? I think its a bunch of garbage. I don't buy into a single word of it. You see Sting or Stinger or whatever they call you, we have a system and do you know what that system is? Its called pulling your time and earning a title shot. Which are two things you have not done in your wildest dreams Stinger. But the match is in stone now so I guess when Alexia Frost and Mick Foley take you out of the equation and battle amoungest themselves for the title you can start at the bottom where you belong.

Sting actually turns and faces Eric Bischoff just as he has done on many occasions when he was warring with the New World Order. Bischoff actually is the first person to make Sting want to hit him. But Sting just straightens his black trenchcoat and lets Bischoff be on his way. Sting has finally made it to the rafters and though he does not show it on his face he is amazed at what he sees.

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Sting stands silently up in the rafters while fans trickle into the arena chatting about what they think is going to happen tonight. Sting thinks to himself that this is it. He is back in black, and Mick Foley and Alexia do not know what to expect from him tonight. He is the one man with nothing to loose and everything to gain. That ring is where history will be made tonight. Three RAW originals fighting for RAW's new ultimate prize. The World Wrestling Entertainment Attitude Reborn Championship. There is only one and not only does the title hang in the balance but the fate of RAW also. The weight of RAW falls on this match. Some like the match, others don't like it, some don't care, others do care. The world will be watching and you know what I say. The only for sure about Sting...is that nothing is for sure. With that its time to go to the ring. Alexia and Mick bring all you've got! ITS SHOWTIME FOLKS!

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Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!

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 Foley's RP...

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[size=3]Scene One: Follow the White Rabbit[/size]

The scene opens up in a small, dark, desolate, shady motel room just thirty five miles from the HP Pavilion, the site of WWE Attitude Reborn's Pay Per View, King of the Ring. The motel seems to be just about out of business. The rooms don't look like they've been cleaned in months, especially the beds, whose sheets are strung around as if someone just had sex in the bed. Light suddenly spills into the room as the door opens up with a sudden bang. The camera pans around to reveal a rather large man in the door way. In his right hand, is, what appears to be, a long necked bottle of some sort, and in his left is what appears to be a duffel bag. The man lifts the bottle up to his lips and takes a swig as we hear the contents splashing around inside of the bottle. He brings the bottle back down as he steps into the doorway. He immediately loses his balance, and comes crashing to the floor. The bottle drops and spills its contents as he barely catches himself with both of his hands. He stands up, giving off a chuckle of sorts, and picks up the bottle, leaving his bag by the door. He starts to walk towards the small, miniscule sink, but slips in the puddle of liquor he just spilled. He releases the bottle as he is falling and as he lands on his back, he looks up and sees it coming flying down towards his head. The bottle comes down and hits Mick squarely between the eyes with a heavy thud. He lays there, for what seems like forever, before the phone, a small green phone with a green coil cord, and a green number pad, starts ringing like mad. He groans and rolls over onto his side, bringing his right hand up to his head to rub the nasty knot on his forehead. He continues to roll over onto his stomach, and then pushes himself up onto a base, before slowly standing up. He starts to turn around, trying to steady himself, as he reaches for the phone on the small, yellowish, circular table. He picks up the receiver and slowly brings it to his ear as he answers this unexpected phone call.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Uh....hello?

//Unknown Man\\ Voice

Hello Mick. Don't talk for now, just listen. Only respond when I say it is an appropriate time. My name, though it doesn't matter, is Montagio. I have a set of instructions that you must follow in order to seek what you want most.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Do you mean the WWEAR Championship?

//Mysterious Man\\ Montagio

Hey! You will not speak until I say it is time for you to speak, you got that?!

Mick, not really wanting to upset this guy any further stays quiet, as he isn't sure if it is an appropriate time to respond.

//Mysterious Man\\ Montagio

I said....do....you....got....that!?

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Yes! Yes, I got it. Jesus Christ, calm down a bit, it might do you some good.

//Mysterious Man\\ Montagio

Calm down? Why don't you get serious for once Mick. You'll never be what you really want to be, you'll never succeed like you truly should, unless you start to take things more seriously. For now, I only have one instruction for you, but if you do not follow it, the WWEAR Championship will not be in your grasps. That WWEAR Championship will never be yours. Just listen to me, and that WWEAR Championship will literally come right to you!

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Alright, fine. Now what is it that you want me to do Montagio? Give you money? Buy you drugs? Have sex with you? If it's that, I'll gladly give up the WWEAR Championship. I would never have sex with another man for any championship!

//Mysterious Man\\ Montagio

No, it's not sex! Just shut up for five seconds and I'll tell you! Mick, all you need to do is follow the white rabbit. Just follow the white rabbit.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

The white rabbit? You mean like in Alice in Wonderland? Or maybe you're talking about the Matrix, you know, the movie with Keanu Reeves? Am I supposed to be looking for a real white rabbit or some kind of tattoo?

//Mysterious Man\\ Montagio

Listen to me Mick! Just forget about Alice in Wonderland, forget about Keanu Reeves, and forget about whether the rabbit is going to be real or some kind of tattoo! Keep your eyes open, and you'll know what I'm talking about.

Montagio hangs up the phone with a click. Just then, Mick hears a distant knocking. He looks around the room, and doesn't see anyone or anything even remotely close enough to be able to hear a knocking coming from them. He shakes his head a couple of times as the knocking appears to get closer.

All of a sudden, Mick's eyes shoot open. He sits up with a jolt and looks around and sees that his motel room door is wide open, and none other than Eric Bischoff, General Manager of Ohio Valley Wrestling, standing there, knocking on the door.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Eric? What the hell are you doing here?

Eric Bischoff walks slowly walks over to Mick and then bends down so he is close to Mick's height, as he is still sitting on the floor. He offers his hand out to help Mick up. Mick takes his hand and stands up. He quickly thinks back, and brings his left hand up to his forehead. He feels a slight bump remembers the bottle of alcohol.

//General Manager of OVW\\ Eric Bischoff

Well Mick, when I heard that you had come here directly after learning about your match, I figured that you'd be drinking again, and I came to stop you. It looks like I was too late however. That's a pretty nice bump you got on your head.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

What do you mean you came to stop me? It's not like I was going to kill myself or intentionally hurt myself.

//General Manager of OVW\\ Eric Bischoff

You know what I mean Mick. Every single time you get the opportunity at something big, you always start drinking and go into a deep bout of depression. The pressure gets to you, and you crack, and you lose your head, and the match. I came here to give you a pep talk of sorts, and I still plan on doing it, even if you've already started drinking. So go take a seat at the table and I'll start.

Mick walks over to the small, yellowish, circular, table and notices the small green phone on it. He thinks back to last night, or what he thought was last night. Was it a dream? It must have been.

//General Manager of OVW\\ Eric Bischoff

Mick you've gotta listen to me here buddy. You gotta take in what I say, and you've got to take it in fast. It's Wednesday. The match is this Sunday! This Sunday, Mick! So listen up. You need to stop doubting yourself and realize that you deserve the shot. You need to stop doubting your abilities and realize that you have the biggest chance of winning this match. Sting, the guy's overrated. He's old, and while you may not be a spring chicken, he's way out of his game. In his first match back he's just pushed to the moon? He'll be regretting taking the title shot by the time the Pay Per View is over and you're standing tall with the WWEAR Championship.

And Alexia Frost? Give me a break Mick! You know you can beat her, I know you can beat her, the fans for Christ's sake, know you can beat her! Hell, even Alexia knows you can beat her! She was absolutely devastated when she heard you where in the match. She's never faced you one on one, and she knows, that given the opportunity, you can step up to the plate and kick an unlimited amount of ass! You think about what I just told you Mick. I'll be waiting outside in my car. I'll give you a ride to a proper hotel. Take your time, there's no rush.

Eric turns to face away from Mick, and walks right out of the door, closing it behind him. Mick sits there, not moving at all. He seems to be in deep thought. He closes his eyes, and brings his right hand up and begins to rub his eyes. Everything that Bischoff just told him was true. The realization of the fact came to him only as Bischoff was stating the facts, but he knew it was absolutely true. He did suffer from bouts of depression and did constantly doubt himself whenever the stakes were high.

He thought back to the biggest example he could think of. It was Wrestlemania. He was facing off against both Randy Orton and Alex Kendall and he was representing Jim Ross. He walked through the halls of the arenas during the weeks leading up to Wrestlemania and he had to hear the constant reminder that everyone thought he was going to lose. Not a single superstar thought he was going to win. Everybody thought he was a fool for signing up for the match, and maybe he was, but nobody else would step up to the plate and defend JR's honor. This lack of confidence definitely hurt his pride and definitely made him believe that he couldn't win. The match came around and he lost. No surprise to anyone, but of course he was still rather pissed off.

Mick let out a sigh and stood up from his seat. He walked over to the make-shift kitchen and turned on the faucet. He cupped his hands under the water and brought his face down towards the running water. He brought his hands up towards his face and splashed the water onto his face.

This time with the stakes even higher, he wasn't going to be worrying about what other people thought. This time he wasn't going to go into the match doubting himself. This time, he was going to walk out with his head held high, and the championship on his shoulder. This time, he would win the match and claim what was rightfully his. This time, he would show everyone that he is true championship material.

He started to walk towards the door, and picked up his duffel bag on his way. He noticed something white taped to the side of his bag. He curiously rips the piece of paper off and quickly unfolds it. On the paper, written in black ink, are the words: "Follow the white rabbit....". Last night was proving to be more of a mystery than he could have ever imagined. He crumpled up the note and threw it to the floor as he opened up the door and walked out of the hotel room toward Eric's car.

[size=3]End of Scene One: Follow the White Rabbit[/size]

[size=3]Scene Two: Press Conference[/size]

The scene opens up in a conference room inside the World Wrestling Entertainment Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut. At the front of the room is a stage, complete with a podium, and fifteen chairs, six on one side of podium and nine on the other. Behind the stage is a great big banner, a King of the Ring banner, with the following text stamped upon it: “King of the Ring. This Sunday night on Pay Per View. Live from the HP Pavilion in San Diego, California." In front of the stage sits ten rows of ten chairs, which already happen to be filled with people. The first two rows are separated by a maroon colored rope attached to two posts. The first two rows are filled entirely with twenty members of the press, all ready to ask questions, take pictures, and take notes to give to their superiors later on, after the conference is over. The remaining eight rows are filled with rowdy fans, most of them dressed in merchandise of their favorite superstars. The fans, unlike the press, are all chatting together rather loudly, most of them not sitting. Most of them, in fact, are wandering around, talking amongst each other about various wrestling topics. As the chattering starts to rise to an alarming level, it is suddenly drowned out by Avenged Sevenfold's "Beast and the Harlot". The fans immediately all turn towards the stage in enough time to witness Vince McMahon, followed closely by his son, Shane McMahon, his daughter, Stephanie McMahon, and the other brand General Managers, Paul Heyman, Jim Ross, and Eric Bischoff. They all begin to shout and cheer loudly as they climb over the chairs in an attempt to sit down as the Press Conference for King of the Ring is only minutes away. Vince stops in front of the large podium while the other five administrative figures go and stand in front of five of the six chairs on one side of the podium, before all sitting down in unison. "Beast and the Harlot" begins to slowly fade out as camera flashes start to go off and fans begin to cheer for an opening statement from Vince himself. Vince raises his hands, signaling for it to get quiet before he finally addresses the crowd.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

Thank you members of the press, and thank you World Wrestling Entertainment Attitude Reborn fans, for coming to this press conference! I would like you to hold off on all of your questions for now while I introduce some of the wrestlers you will be seeing at King of the Ring. First, let me introduce a man who will be competing for the right to be called the King of the Ring, representing ECW, Alex Kendall!

Vince McMahon turns to his left and has a big grin on his face as "Waking Up" by Julien-K hits. Alex Kendall, the future of ECW and quite possibly the future of WWEAR, walks out on the stage dressed rather well, an all black suit, as the fans cheer for him loudly. He raises his arms in the air as he stands in front of his chair. As his music fades away, he sits down, a smug smile on his face. Vince turns back to face the podium to announce the other participant in the match.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

And his challenger, representing the Smackdown brand, Carlito Caribbean Cool!

The fans immediately start up a chorus of boo's as "I Spit in the Face of People Who Don't Want to Be Cool!" is heard. Carlito comes out, dressed more comfortably than Kendall, dressed in a blue baggy shirt and a pair of light brown pants. In his right hand is a red apple, just like the one he usually has accompanying him. He stops at the first chair in the row, looks at the chair that is open next to Kendall, and shakes his head in disgust as he sits down, as far away from Kendall as possible.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

As I said before, these two will be competing in the King of the Ring Finals with the winner being awarded a title shot at either the WWEAR Championship, which is currently vacant, World Heavyweight Championship, currently head by Triple H, or the ECW Championship, currently held by Rob Van Dam. With all of this on the line, this is sure to be a great contest between these two amazing competitors.

Speaking of World Championships, let's introduce one champion who will be defending two titles at King of the Ring, the current ECW Champion and WWEAR United States Champion, Rob....Van....Dam!

"One of a Kind" by Breaking Point suddenly blares as the fans jump to their feet. Camera flashes start to rapidly go off as the World Champion of Extreme Championship Wrestling makes his way out on the stage wearing a black RVD shirt, a pair of blue denim jean shorts, carrying his ECW title on his right shoulder. Rob raises the ECW Championship in the air before sitting down next to Alex Kendall and smiling to him.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

And the challenger, the man who will be looking to take that coveted ECW Championship away from Rob, is none other than the Highlight Reel, Y2J, Chris Jericho!

"Break the Walls Down" by Sevendust hits as the rock star of WWEAR makes his way out onto the stage. He gets a mixed reaction, mostly boos, as opposed to his opponent, RVD, who just got a very positive response. He shakes off the response from the fans and just sits down next to Carlito.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

That should be a great match tonight, which will be contested under Extreme Rules! Speaking of other great matches, the next match on the card is Smackdown's Main Event. Introducing first, the man who will be looking to gain the World Heavyweight Championship, Ace Andrews!

"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor as Ace Andrews comes out to an immediate face pop. The fans in the back are going absolutely nuts for the man they are hoping will be able to dethrone Triple H this Sunday. He blows a few kisses to his fans before taking his seat next to Rob Van Dam and Alex Kendall.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

His opponent, Smackdown's World Heavyweight Champion, who I'm sure you're all familiar with, The Game, Triple H!

"The Game" by Motorhead fills the room as boos follow it. Triple H comes out dressed in a rather nice suit, complete with a pair of sunglasses. He doesn't even acknowledge the fans, but instead he just takes his seat right next to Chris Jericho, his former ally.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

Well it looks like Triple H has made his statement about how he feels about the fans. But regardless, we are now down to our Main Event! The Triple Threat match where the winner will be granted the vacant WWEAR Championship! I'm happy to introduce the first challenger in the match! She is a former Intercontinental and X-Division Champion, who was never beaten for either of those titles! Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Alexia Frost!

"Zombie Stomp" by Ozzy Osbourne and Rob Zombie blares out as Alexia Frost comes out to a massive amount of boos. Being the only full-fledged heel in the match, nothing more can be expected. She shakes it off and sits down next to her former ally, Triple H, as her music fades away.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

The next competitor in the match is a legend in the wrestling business. Working for both TNA and WCW in their primes, and even having a prior stint here in WWEAR, he is the man known only as Sting!

The familiar tune of "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica is played as the fans give a decent pop for the entrance music of The Stinger. He steps out on the stage, his black bat in tow, and poses for the fans for a few seconds before taking the open seat next to Ace Andrews.

//General Manager of Raw\\ Vince McMahon

And now for the last competitor in the match, and the last superstar that will be joining us for this Press Conference tonight! He will be the first to speak to you all tonight. He'll have five minutes to talk and then we'll move on since we have nine superstars tonight. Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce, the Hardcore Legend, Mick Foley!

"Wreck" hits as the fans immediately begin cheering for Mick. The fans only get louder as Mick makes his way out on the stage, wearing his usual wrestling attire, a black t-shirt, black spandex, and a red sleeveless flannel. He walks over to Vince McMahon, shakes his hand, and then takes his spot in front of the podium as "Wreck" fades away. The fans immediately start to get quiet as Mick raises his hands.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Thank you all for that very warm welcome. Let me just say that it's great to be able to have the chance to be in front of you all today! But now, let's get onto business. In just three days, three days from right now, Raw will have a proper champion. Raw will finally have someone that can compete with Triple H and Rob Van Dam over there, two very fine competitors. Raw will finally have something that all of the superstars will be wanting. Raw will finally have the WWEAR Championship. You see, for weeks now, we've been without a top title, after Rob burned the belt at the Saturday Night's Main Event. True, we did have the Intercontinental and X-Division Championships, but we didn't have a World title. This Sunday, that will change when I step into the ring with Alexia Frost and Sting, two of the absolute toughest competitors Raw has to offer. All three of us will be putting our hearts and souls into winning this match. All three of us will stop at nothing to walk away with that WWEAR Championship smugly in our hands. All three of us will use every tactic in the book to get the best of the other two in the match!

You see, I respect both Alexia Frost and Sting, and this match will not change a thing! No matter who wins, my respect for them will only grow! But just because I respect them, doesn't mean that I, Mick Foley, the Hardcore Legend of Raw, will just lay down for them! No, hell no in fact! You see, everyone seems to have me slated as the one that's least likely to win! You know what I say to those people? Fuck them! Who cares what they think. Most of them have no idea what it's like to even be in a wrestling ring, let alone fighting for the World Championship in the Main Event of a Pay Per View!

No matter what my opponents throw at me, no what my opponents have planned for me in the match, I'll be ready! You see, veterans like me don't go into important matches without first researching my opponents. First off, is Sting. What's he got? The Scorpion Deathlock? The Stinger Splash? Or perhaps his enforcer, that black baseball bat? While those may be two great moves when used correctly, can a man well into his later forty's properly execute them like he could 15 years ago? Who knows. We shall see this Sunday I guess.

And Alexia. Quite possibly the toughest female competitor that this business has seen since the likes of Chyna. Every man on Raw, Smackdown, and even ECW quake in fear when her name is uttered. I don't blame them, but when I hear the name, the only thing I do is think about how I'm going to beat the living hell out of her. You see, even though she may be a girl, she's playing with the big dogs. She's playing at the top of the card now, and everything is fair up here. Just because she may be a woman, doesn't mean that I can't plant her hot, sexy ass with a Double Arm DDT and pin her! And that, my friends, is just what I plan to do!

The scene fades away as the fans jump up and cheer for Mick Foley as he steps down from the podium and takes his seat as the fans continue to go wild for the speech he just made.

[size=3]End of Scene Two: Press Conference[/size]

[size=3]Scene Three: Destiny![/size]

The scene opens up inside of the empty HP Pavilion arena in San Diego, California, just two hours before World Wrestling Entertainment's Pay Per View, King of the Ring. Every single seat is empty, except for one, just eight rows back from the announce booths. The man appears to be deep in thought just mere hours before such a promising Pay Per View. The camera zooms in on him and reveals it to be none other than Mick Foley, one of the three superstars that will be competing for the vacant WWEAR Championship tonight in the Main Event. It can be said that he is probably deep in thought about his high stakes match, but who knows for sure? There's only one person that could be absolutely sure, Mick Foley, himself.

As he lets his head fall backwards a bit, his train of thought is immediately interrupted by the sound of yelling. He looks up just in time to see two backstage workers walking down the ramp.

//Backstage Worker #1\\ White Rabbit

How many times do I have to tell you not to call me White Rabbit in front of the other guys dude? That's just not cool. Just because I'm the Easter Bunny during Easter season to pick up a few extra bills.

//Backstage Worker #2\\ White Rabbit's Friend

Dude just chill, they don't care what you do in your spare time. Whatever man, what are you caring that belt for anyways?

//Backstage Worker #1\\ White Rabbit

I got the word from the top, Vince McMahon himself. He wants this belt down here since it's vacant and all. That way nobody will have to carry it down during the show. Hold on a second. Let me set it down and then we can get going.

"White Rabbit" sets the belt on one of the two announce desks before turning around with his friend and walking off, still having their conversation. Mick, his attention now drawn towards the belt sitting on the announce desk, stands up, and begins walking through the eight rows of chairs, pushing them out of his way. He reaches the barrier and hopes over it, now standing directly behind the announce desk. He takes a few steps towards the table and reaches out for the WWEAR Championship. His hands glide along the top of the belt, just sort of wiping away the impurities. He picks up the belt and brings it close to his body.

//Hardcore Legend\\ Mick Foley

Ever since October 8th, this is what I have been chasing. Ever since I signed that contract that Vince McMahon offered me, this has been what I've been after. Now, it sits here, without an owner, someone to claim it as their possession. Tonight, that will change. Tonight, I will absolutely destroy Alexia Frost and Steve Borden to get my hands on this belt! I will whatever it takes to take this home with me tonight! I will do whatever it takes to be able to show my kids that dear sweet Daddy still has what it takes to be a top dog in such a competitive company. I will do whatever it takes to prove to my mom that Mrs. Foley's baby boy isn't just some glorified stuntman, but instead, a true champion! Tonight is the night that my destiny....will finally be fulfilled when I win the WWEAR Championship!

Mick raises the WWEAR Championship up to his face, kisses it, and then places it back on the table as he stares at it as the scene fades away.

[size=3]End of Scene Three: Destiny![/size]


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Okay, so tell me what you though and who won

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Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!

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