Welcome Guest
[Log In]
[Register]
Affiliates
- The Mystic Tavern
- →
- The Hearth
- →
- Writings
- →
- Next CABO WABO CHAMP
| Welcome to The Mystic Tavern. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Next CABO WABO CHAMP | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Aug 12 2008, 06:41 PM (20 Views) | |
| The Goddess Alexia | Aug 12 2008, 06:41 PM Post #1 |
"Eppur si muove"
|
Okay so I've just had the best match I've ever had when it comes to fedding. The last one being the 5 levels of hell match which I also won but didn't think I would. Anyway, I'm really proud of this RP, I was worried about losing becasue htis person is really well established around several froums affiliated with the VWF, and I only made one RP and they had two, but I still managed to win. I'm now 7-0 Anyway, the match was for Number One Contender for the Cabo Wabo title. I need this title (as a middle weight) in order to get a shot at the heavy weight. I have to hold Cabo wabo and the Pan Pacific too...not at the same time but I have to have them both....anyway, this was the RP that won my number one contendership.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene One The Past, the Opponent, and the Goddess Alexia was in her office at home. Cerb, as usual, was on the leather couch, and Saraneth was winding her way up into the potted gardenia tree that stood in full sunlight in one back corner of the room. She was lucky to be out at all. Alexia had busted her attempting to get into Jack’s cage earlier that day. Alexia was listening to some music on her computer, jamming her head to it and looking deep in thought. When the song ended a voice came from holder for her home phone. She was on speaker with Collin. “So, what do you think?” “I think we’re going to scoop up the next decent punk rock band out there Collin. These guys are amazing! They’re so eighties punk with a modern rock twist! Its exactly what I had in mind for Upir Lichey!” “Good I’m glad you like it. They’re natives over here, so I hope you don’t mind if we just sign them as quickly as possible?” “No, go for it. I’ve got a match to prep for anyway.” “Oh yeah. So um, how did you Queen of the Ring match go?” “No contest.” “Huh?” “I wasn’t pinned for the winner to win, but I didn’t win myself, so it’s a no contest. Its like a match that doesn’t actually count.” “But you didn’t win, so you lost.” “No I didn’t lose. I was not the one that Kirsta pinned to make the win. She pinned Cheyenne and won, therefore, I didn’t lost.” “You’re so confusing! I never did understand you.” “And that’s why you still don’t have me.” “Ouch. That hurt. Way below the belt, Alexia.” “Well its not my fault. If you’d made your move when you had the chance you wouldn’t still be wishing you had. You’d of had me, and probably still would today. But I moved back home and lost interest in being anything more than friends.” “Don’t remind me.” “Too late.” “So if your match was a no contest does the ruin your winning streak?” “No, not really. When I win this week It’ll be a continued winning streak.” “Meaning? No, know what never mind you’ll just confuse me. So what’s your match this week?” Alexia grinned at her computer screen as she did a few things on there while talking. “One of the girls I went up against this last time around actually. Oh it’s a good one of a match hon. Alexia versus Ariana London for the number one contender for the Cabo Wabo title.” Alexia could hear the “ew” in his vice as he spoke. “Cabo Wabo? Why would you want a title like that?” “First off saying Cabo Wabo amuses me. Its fun to say. And I want it because I have to hold it in order to get a shot at the Heavy Weight title, dur!” “Um…right. So this is a big match for you, huh?” “Yeah, I think it is. The current Cabo champ has had this title for a very long time and defended it very successfully. I plan on being the one to take that from him.” “Just like you planned on winning Queen of the Ring?” “Shut the fuck up before I reach through the phone and bitch slap you.” She grinned. “But then again you would like that!” “I would no….ugh, you’re a bitch you know that right?” “Honey, I make a living being a bitch. Its what I know best, and its pays, really well. You should try it sometime.” “No thanks. So This Ariana girl. Is she any good?” “She is…tolerable, I suppose….” “No Pride and Prejudice quotes please.” “She’s fairly good. I mean, she’s better than Cheyenne, and probably deserved to be in the ring longer than her, but oh well. She’s not a big threat, or a huge problem though, if that’s what you mean.” “You think this’ll be a cake match?” “I’m certain of it.” “But how can you know?” “Collin, I’m a goddess. Hello? I know these things!” “Well you look like one, at least.” Alexia’s cheeks flushed and she was thankful that Collin couldn’t see it. “Yeah well, you’re biased. I don’t think your say should count.” “Aye! Anyone who looks at you would agree. Annie has says it every time you’re mentioned. “Oh are you talking about Alexia? Good holy mother Mary, that girl looks like divinity herself.” That’s her favorite line. But she’s got a bunch of them. Mikey thinks so too, but he wants you bad, for obvious reasons.” “Yeah well Mikey will grow up and get over it, won’t he?” “Yeah, he will, eventually.” Alexia laughed. “Alright Collin, I’ve gotta jet. I’m driving over to Chicago for the show instead of flying and I still have to pack, and take Jack over to mom’s.” “How come you’re taking him over there?” “Because Saraneth got out again today and was halfway into his cage when I busted her. I don’t want that happening again while I’m gone. Che isn’t going to be here twenty-four-seven to watch her, so Momma is gonna take Jack, Saraneth is already taken care of, All Che has to do is let her out for a few hours on the days I’m gone, put her away, get the mail, and take care of the plants.” “Ah I see. Yeah then better safe than sorry. Anyway, I’ll call you tomorrow before your show.” “Yeah, let me know about this band. I wanna be there for the first studio recordings and shit.” “Will do.” “Thanks. Laterz Gaterz!” “Bye.” She hung up, smiling. She had missed Collin a lot. They’d been good friends when she was in Ireland. They’d nearly been more than that, but he never made the move on her, and she was an old fashioned girl. She was happy to have him in her life again on the Upir Lichey deal. Thinking about her old guy friends made her think of one person inparticular. Suddenly she missed him, a lot. She sighed and closed out of what she was doing quickly. Sighing again she gently took Saraneth from the tree, and put her back in her cage, closing the bedroom door behind her. Then she picked up the phone and dialed a number. She was silent as it rang then someone must have picked up. “Hey. Its been a while…” End Scene One Scene Two Jace and Rage Alexia sat in her locker room on the over stuffed black leather couch. Her elbows were resting on her knees and she was playing nervously with her hands. She looked upset. Deep in thought. She’d spoken with Collin moments before, but that conversation was only a temporary distraction. She was still thinking about the night before. She hadn’t realized how much of a toll his not being around had taken on her. She’d been as bad with him as Collin had with her, she’d never told him how she felt. But unlike Collin when she’d left AR, she’d never actually dwelt on it either. She knew he’d always felt the same way as her. She also knew he was first, too proud, and second, too focused on wrestling and fucking Vince over to notice it, or her. But she knew. She knew because despite his claims that she was just a friend, he treated her different than all the other women. He was much more protective of her. She was the only one he’d screw over and then beg for forgivness. He as still racked with guilt for putting her through the Juston Hunter ordeal, and he still owed her for it. She lowered her head into her hands and started crying, just a little. Only a few tears leaked out, nothing that anyone would find noticeable. Thinking of him. Thinking of the old days. Thinking about how good things had been at AR until people started accusing her of shit. She missed the good things, the good days. Things just, haven’t been the same. She barely stayed in contact with anyone except for Trippy and Ace, and of course Victoria. She talked to Jeff occasionally. Hmph, at least he was able to tell her how he’d felt, and they’d broken up on good terms. But him…. Its not that she regretted never saying anything to him. She didn’t. But thinking of him made her realize that she missed what she used to have with Jeff. She missed feeling wanted and needed. And this confused her. She didn’t know what to do. She was still lost in her thoughts when Cerb started growling followed almost immediately by a knock on her door. She wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat. “Yeah, come in. Cerb, heel.” Cerb retreated to the couch to stand by the sitting Alexia, awaiting further orders. The door opened and it was Jace’s head that showed up. “Is that monster at bay?” “Cerb won’t do anything, what’s up?” She stood and stretched. She’d been sitting and thinking for a rather long time, it was time to warm her muscles and arms up and Jace turning up was a good excuse to get up and stop concentrating on her heart and start thinking about her match. “I wanted to talk to you about your match tonight.” He frowned at her. “You okay? You’re going to need your head on straight to win.” “Yeah! I’m fine! What do you want?” She was snippy with him. She didn’t like being questioned. “Well you’re going to win. I know you want that title, if only as a stepping stone to something bigger. But you winning it will be a huge step for the Elite, so you need to focus tonight.” “I’m always focused.” "Are you sure? You seem a little bit off tonight. You're not acting your usual self.” “So what if I am? My personal issues have never entered the ring before, so its not a problem.” "As long as I've known you, your personal issues have never entered the locker room either." “You haven’t known me that long. And what I think about when I’m alone doesn’t get let out when I’m with others. I know you didn’t come here to hound me about my personal life, so why don’t you just get to what you came about?” Cerb could sense that Alexia was getting annoyed and growled at Jace. Jace blinked and looked to Cerb. "If he bites me, I'm going to kick him through that wall..." “He won’t, I’m here he won’t do anything unless commanded. I’m hoping you didn’t come to discuss him now. That’s just be weird.” Cerb gave a half assed bark, just to see what Jace would do. Jace just stared at the dog for a moment before muttering under his breath. "They don't brew enough beer for the things I put up with in this locker room..." He then shook his head and looked back to Alexia. "Alright, so, just like me, if you win tonight, you get a title shot. One thing I -did- agree with Scott on, is that The Elite should be holding every title in the VWF, so I hope you're going to have your head on straight so you can do your part." She glared at him. “Did I just stutter a moment ago? Didn’t I just say that I always stay focused? I want that damn title. I will win tonight, you don’t have to worry about that!” "Alright, that's what I want to hear. But I've been keeping an eye on Ariana London. She had a good showing in the Queen of the Ring tournament and has proven to be no slouch." He pointed to his head. "When you get in that ring tonight, you've got to let it all go. You let your thoughts get in that ring with you and they'll fuck you over." “Yeah I know!” She was starting to sound like an annoyed teenager talking to her parents now. “Great Goddess preserve me! You’re as bad as Hunter or Vice ever were. I know what you’re doing! And I hate you because its working. Fucking men!” Cerb growled louder now, eyes Jace like he was a raw steak. Jace just laughed before looking to Cerb and then back to Alexia. "Do you have a rubber ball?" “I have Cerb’s racket ball, why?” “Let me see it.” “I didn’t hear a please” “…Please…” She smiled haughtily at him and got his ball from the corner where the rest of his toys were. She walked back over to where she’d been standing and handed it to him without a word. Jace took the ball from Alexia and waved it in front of Cerb's nose before tossing it out the door and down the hallway. “Go fetch!” Alexia tried not to snigger as Cerb just stood there and looked at Jace like he needed help dressing in the morning. Jace stared back at Cerb with much the same expression on his face. "Stupid mutt." He then looks back to Alexia. "Anyways, you're sure you can beat Ariana London?" “As sure as I am that Cerb thinks your nuts if you think he’d play with you.” "Alright then, providing you win this match, are you sure you can beat Draeden for that title?" “More positive than I am that the Foreign Mafia are fruit-loops. And I’m pretty damn certain about that.” "Well that's pretty damn certain then, isn't it?" Alexia grinned. “That it is.” "But just on the odd chance you lose, what's your plan then?" “You’re the one who claims to know me so well, yet you don’t know that I never reveal my plan to anyone? that’s funny. But I’ll give you a hint. It involves his and her lube, booze, and a couple of people on the VWF roster thinking they’ve conceived.” And smiled wickedly and winked. “But then, I might follow that plan anyway just for my own sick amusement. We’ll see.” Jace just raised an eyebrow at that. "You're going to make Lee Ryan think that Cheyenne is having Scott Carr's baby?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. “How’d you know!?” Jace shrugged slightly. "You said it, I know you so well." She narrowed her eyes and spoke slyly. “I’ll bet. Anyway, I‘ve still gotta get ready, so if you‘re done doubting me?….” "I never doubted you. I just wanted to make sure you weren't doubting yourself." “You could have fooled me. Come on, do I even have a reason to doubt myself? No. Don’t worry about me winning tonight. What you’re going to have to worry about is the law suit after I hospitalize Ariana and slam her ass into a body cast.” Jace nodded slowly as he moved towards the door. "There's that killer spirit I like to see. Good luck tonight." She smiled. “I don’t need luck. I have talent.” Jace left and Alexia started moving all the furniture to the edge of the walls, clearing the middle of the room. She grabbed the six foot long combat staff she had in a corner and started working through a series of motions, slowly and steadily getting more complex and harder. After a wile she didn’t have to focus on her breathing, or her movement and could think about her match. Staff fighting meditation was her favorite way to meditate. She needed to ground and center herself. A few minutes later she was in within herself once more. She was calm, she was focused. Everything was going right, everyone was as it should be. She had a contender match, which she deserved, a match, which she would win. She’d been in her own little nirvana, focusing solely on her match and running through quick, complex maneuvers that take years to learn how to execute correctly, when Cerb growled and there was another knock on the door. She rolled her eyes cussing. “Fucking Christ, can’t I get any damn peace around here? Come in!” She rounded to face the door as it opened, leaning her staff against the wall. This time it was Rage, followed by a camera crew who was filming. He looked anxious. “Hey, Alexia.” “Hey. What’s up?” “Well, I wanted to know if you knew about Bacon’s off the record interview with Ariana?” “No, why?” “Well he did a quick write up of what happened and put it up on the site. Do you prefer to be pissed off right before you go out for a match with the offender, or no?” “Doesn’t matter, though the more pissed I am, the more fun I have hurting them.” “I printed it off, thought you might wanna see it.” He handed her the paper and she read as he spoke. “She seems to think you deal in, what was it? Celebrity status? And that you play with insults. She doesn’t think you’ve got the skill or something like that.” Alexia read out loud the direct quote from the paper. ““But I chalk it up to your own way of playing this game. While you deal in insults and celebrity status, I deal in fists and blood. Alexia… will you bring your top game to me at Crucifiction? I hope so, because I’ll be bringing everything I always bring. You’re going to see a new side of me… an Ariana London that refuses to take a backseat to wannabe divas on their road to stardom. Alexia, I’m not a barrier for you to avoid, nor am I a rock for you to stumble on. I’m the road you’ll be lost on. Don’t look past me. Don’t look ahead to that shot at Draeden’s title… because you won’t have the chance.”” Alexia tossed her head back and laughed. Rage looked a little confused. When she was done she looked maliciously at the camera. “Ariana, you think I deal in insults and celebrity status? You’re brain just isn’t advanced enough to see its all mind games that I play. You saw what they did to Cheyenne out there. We both know she wouldn’t have made it that far if I hadn’t pissed her off and pushed her. I don’t play with insults and status. I play with mind games and physical talent! You deal in blood, but I deal in pain. I enjoy putting my opponents through as much pain as I possibly can. You didn’t get to experience that before, but tonight, you will. Oh I promise you, you will. And when I’m through with you, and well on my way to being the new Cabo Wabo champion, you’re going to regret ever going up against me in that ring. But you know, you’re right, you aren’t a barrier to avoid, or a rock for me to stumble on. You are nothing more than a piece of garbage in the middle of my road to success. You have no real skill or talent. All I have to do is kick you out of the way and gone you’ll be. You’ll pass through my life for a moment then be of no concern, and that’s it. I’m not looking past you Ariana. I’m seeing into you, through to your soul. These icy blues of mine do more than strike fear into my victims, they read people as easily as a child‘s book, and you‘re the most open book I‘ve read in a long time. You’re pissed that you lost at Queen of the Ring. You’re just a sad and wounded puppy licking her wounds and trying to numb your pain. You’re the one who claims I deal in insults, yet you go on about my lack of talent? Take a look n the mirror honey! If your pride hadn’t been hurt at being the first eliminated, you wouldn’t be out here now, saying Kirsta, and I are lesser competitors. Kirsta deserved to win more than anyone, she is one of the best this place has to offer, and you couldn’t touch her if you had help from half the VWF roster! If you could, you’d have been asked to join the Elite. At least I can give her decent competition. Am I right?” She glanced over at Rage for this, who, with a firm, angry look, nodded his agreement. “I always bring my best to my matches, London. You shouldn’t be worrying about me not bringing my A game, as a matter of fact you should be worried that I do. You say you’re a fighter? Well I an a warrior! I have been places and seen things in the ring that would leave someone like you scarred for life having nightmares of every night. Hell, I’ve done things like that to people myself in the ring. And tonight, you’re going to be one of them. After tonight, you’re going to piss yourself from fear every time you hear my name or catch a glimpse of my face.” She turned and walked away to a spot off camera. The crew stopped filming, and the camera man thanked her for the great footage they’d just broadcasted live, and left. But Rage was still there, he was staring at her and she frowned. “What?” He smirked. “You’re kinda evil.” “Yeah, and?” “I don’t know, I just think its funny.” She gave him a look that said “you’re a dork!” and threw a pillow from the couch at him. It plowed him in the face. “Get outta here unless you’ve got something constructive to say you goof ball!” “Alright! Alright! I’m going! Jut came to make sure you knew about what she’d said anyway. Have fun out there.” She grinned wickedly. “Oh I will.” Rage left and Alexia went back to her meditation. A little while later, ground and centered, she was ready, and it was nearly time for her match. She checked her makeup and then left with Cerb. Standing backstage, waiting for her intro she giggled to Cerb. “We have a serious Dragon problem. Bring your sword.” She sniggered to herself once more then she saw the arena darken. End Scene Two Scene Three The Entrance The introduction music to “Head Like A Hole” hits the arena as Alexia’s blue, purple, and silver spot lights run over random parts of the crowd. They start going insane. Alexia’s blue, silver, and purple colored pyrotechnics shoot off at the top of the ramp, leaving the usual colored smoke behind. It was from that smoke that Alexia and Cerb suddenly appeared. As soon as the smoke cleared, Alexia and Cerb were hit by three spot lights. One of each color. The rest continued to rush over the dark arena. Once the lights hit her, the crowd went ballistic with their usual mixed reaction, jeering Alexia to an insane degree. They reached the ring and Alexia stopped at it, turned and hopped up backwards, to perch on the edge of it, crossing one leg over the other. She patted the space next to her and Cerb jumped up. Then she spun and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, Cerb crawling under it right next to her. From there she climbed each turnbuckle, displayed her usual “rock on” sign with both hands. When she finished with the fourth corner, she back flipped off, landing in the center of the ring, the music cutting out suddenly at the exact same time as her landing. She handed Cerb out of the ring. Alexia paced her side of the ring, just waiting for the bell to ring… End Scene Three End RP |
 Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!    | |
 |
 
|
| The Goddess Alexia | Aug 12 2008, 06:42 PM Post #2 |
|
"Eppur si muove"
|
So I won the match like I said so today I posted a character development RP for Alexia. I'm REALLY proud of this one. Here it is... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Head Like A Hole" blasts over the airwaves of the arena as Alexia makes her usual entrance with all the color and flair she usually has. When the smoke clears from the top of the ramp, the crowd can see her and Cerb standing side by side. Her hair is down in one long blonde sheet, and her makeup consists only of black eyliner and mascara, making her blue eyes stand out. She is wearing what appears to be a floor legnth black skirt and a neon blue tank top. Shes got a mic in her right hand. As she starts walking down the ramp, space is visible between her legs and it dawns on everyone that she's not wearing a skit but a pair of dress pants with really wide legs. She and Cerb enter the ring via the steps, and she wait in the middle for her music to die out. When it finally does, she lifts her mic and speaks. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you're looking at the next Cabo Wabo champion. I beat Ariana London at Crucifixion to be the number one contender for Draeden’s title. I’m currently on a seven match winning streak, with one no contest under my belt as well. Ariana was the final obstacle to overcome, and that little piece of litter was nothing. I didn’t even have to step up my game to beat her!” Alexia looked directly into the camera. “Ariana, the next time you want to insult my in ring ability. The next time you want to call me a lesser competitor. The next time you want to take me on when a title shot is on the line, when anything is on the line, or even when nothing is on the line, remember our last match! Remember how bad you lost. Remember that you feel hard because of how high that pride of yours was, and feel lucky that I didn’t make you fall any harder than you had to. I enjoyed shoving your words down your throat, I’ll be happy to do it again. The next time you want to face me Ariana, don’t. Because next time, I promise, I won’t go as easy on you. Next, I’ll make sure I put a complete and total stop to that worthless thing you call a wrestling career! If I were you, I’d consider going up against someone with real lesser talent, like Cheyenne, or that douche bag Alanzo!” The crowd roared at Alexia, not liking what she had to say. Alexia showed no sign of caring. “Do you people really think I give a fuck what you think? Have I ever, once, in my entire career led you fuckers to believe that I cared about you in any way, shape or form? Fuck no! That’s because I don’t. I’m not here for you! I’m here for me! The only reason I come out to this ring to talk is because it gets the attention of the people I want to care. Like I want Ariana to care that she isn’t as good as she thought. I want her to care that if she faces me again, its over for her, completely and entirely. And now, I want Draeden Darksky to care, because Draeden, you’re next buddy! I’ve got a long path of destruction behind me. A path I promised to make when I first signed on with the VWF. So far I have kept my promise. I don’t intend to break it. Darksky, you have something I want. I’m going to take it from you, even if it kills you. Because until I get that championship you’re holding, I’m not going to stop for anything! You’ve defended your title a great many times. All of them successful too. But you’re running out of luck. You’re getting tired, and you don’t know how much longer you can go. I know it. I can see it in your eyes every time you enter the ring. I watch, oh yes, believe me, I watch. You’ve defended your title more times than you can remember, Darksky. Its been one time too many, because now, after all this long time, after all your hard work. Its all going to come to nothing because I’m going to take it from you. You’re going to lose it. And you’re never going to get it back from me. I hope you realize what your getting into Darksky, because when it comes to championships I don’t fuck around. I’ve never had a title won off of me. Every time one of my titles changed hands, it was because I gave it up in exchange for the opportunity to go for something bigger and better. In my former fed I won every title I took a shot at. I held the women’s for six months before giving it up to be double champ. I held Intercontinental and X-Division for three months and all the discarders couldn’t touch me either. I was offered to hand them over at a shot for one of the heavy weight titles, which I took without a second though. I won that too, in my first attempt and held it for six months before I walked out of there, giving up the title and literally being an undefeated champion. I’ll say it again, just one more time so you really get it through that underdeveloped man brain of yours. I have never lost a title match, ever! Your title is as good as mine Darksky. Keep it close, sleep with it, spend as much time as you possibly can with it, then kiss that bitch good bye because once I’m through with you, you’ll never see it again!” She threw down the mic and her music started up along with an insane reaction from the crowd. She and Cerb left the ring, walked up the ramp, then almost, as if on second thought she paused, stopped, turned around and with both hands flipped the entire arena the bird before disappearing backstage. |
|
Oh and btw.... You just lost the game! | |
|
|
|
| Willikins | Aug 12 2008, 08:29 PM Post #3 |
Zydrate Junkie
|
Totally ballin'. I so dug how you rubbed that shit in her face in the second post. Soooo bitchtastic. |
  
| |
|
|
|
| The Goddess Alexia | Aug 12 2008, 09:10 PM Post #4 |
|
"Eppur si muove"
|
lmfao thanks, well you saw in the first post how Alexia was reading something out loud, that was a direct quote from her RP...so I ran with it.
|
|
Oh and btw.... You just lost the game! | |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Writings · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
 4:32 AM Nov 8
|
Hosted for free by ZetaBoards
