Alexia meets her soul mate

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Alexia meets her soul mate
Topic Started: Dec 9 2008, 09:32 AM (32 Views)
The Goddess Alexia	Dec 9 2008, 09:32 AM Post #1
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	So there has been this tentative storyline in the works ever since I started at the FWV, with Alexia getting together with this monster of a guy called Scott Carr. He is her in male form, he's 7 feet tall, he doesn't give a shit about winning a match only destroying his opponents, he's good looking, well build, egotistical, and had pride the size of Russia. He was also the man the recruited Alexia for the Elite, then she helped kick him out of the stable, and they kinda hate eachother with a passion. They are PERFECT for one another. The ultimate love hate relationship, too much alike they are always argueing, but its the fire they see in eachother that attracts them. Great humor. Well the whole time we were all planning on putting him back in, now we finally figured out a reasonable way to do it...Alexia. Go figure. So here is the first, more important, of two promos. Its great humor, she'd such a bitch. ~~~~~~~~~~ We see inside Carr's dressing room - it looks empty at first - only the blasting sounds of "Everything Sucks" by Dope can be heard, barely drowning out the ever more obvious sounds of a shower being run. Carr steps out of the washroom uncharacteristically lead by a cloud of steam. We can only see him from midriff up but the look on his face tells us he is hunting for something. Carr: Where the fuck did I leave that towel? It sure as fuck better not be at my hotel... Just then there was a slam, as his door flew open, followed by Alexia storming in, wearing jeans and a light blue halter top. She looks anything but pleased. Alexia: Alright Carr... Is all she managed to say before stopping dead in her tracks, eye wide in slight shock, but otherwise the look on her face is unreadable. Carr: WHAT! You want something in particular? I Mean fuck lady, it's kind of cold in here... I'm hardly at my best right now. She raised an eyebrow, and smothered a laugh. Alexia: If I had a dollar for everytime I'd heard that one, I'd be a lot richer, and a lot more men would have been given a chance. She waved the throught aside, and looked him in the eyes. Alexia: But discussing your...short comings... isn't why I'm here. Carr: Well then I guess to answer your next question - No... I'm not looking for a "date" - so fuck off. Alexia: I'm not interested, so get over yourself. I want a match. Carr reaches into his gym bag and pulls out a pair of sports boxers which he puts on, not taking a suspicious eye off of Alexia - he walks to his coffee table and opens his stash box, he pulls out a pack of matches and tosses them at in with a devilish smirk. Carr: Here... now you've got a match - go light yourself on fire. Not taking her eyes off him, she defiantly strikes one of the matches, lights the entire booklet onfire, then throws it into his still open gym bag. Alexia: I want a wrestling match. I'm sick of putting up with all the bullsh it jobbers around this place, and despite how disgusted I am to have to admit this, especially to you of all people, you're one of the few who can at least give me a decent fight. Carr kicks over his bag before the flames catch - the matches fizzle out as he walks to his toppled gym bag and pulls out a "VWF = Viking Wrestling Forever" t-shirt which he pulls on. He pauses for a moment, soaking in what this beautiful creature has just said to him. Carr: You know... a woman as beautiful as you - shouldn't have to go looking for what she wants... it should come to her. Maybe all these failure fucks they've pitted you against since your hag parnert bailed on you has left you a little confussed as to why exactly I recruited you for The Elite in the first place. Of the two of you it was your passion... your fire that I saw. She was along for the ride... now you're just along for the ride using a title you god damned well know I can't even fight for to roust me? Alexia: Who the fuck ever said I wanted it to be a title match? I got what I wanted I became the champ. Take the damn thing for all I care, my next goal in the Pan Pacific anyway! I just want a fucking match! One decent match. I left my last fed for a reason. No one could beat me. Here there is promise of finding that one person who can actually push me to my limits in a fair match. I haven't gotten what I came to VWF looking for by waiting, so, I came in search of it myself...but hey...if you're too afraid you'll lose to me, whatever then. Carr smiles his sadistic smile at her and before she can react, Carr grabs Alexia by the throat and lifts her off the ground, she struggles to escape thinking of course - that this is her prelude to a Carr Bomb, but instead Carr pins her up against the wall and gets right in her face. Carr: You REALLY want some of me? Carr glares into her eyes, unable to speak Alexia gasps defiantly for air as she swipes at Carr. Carr seems to see something in her. He freezes - unlike anything we've seen him do before... his face turns warm and compassionate... almost giving a glimps of love... he drops Alexia onto the couch her feet were formerly dancing across in an attempt to steady herself. Despite her rather helpless situation she was defiant to the end. Her eyes lowered cooly. Alexia: Yeah, I do... because you can do that. Carr: I can't believe it... I mean... I mean NO! I won't fight you. I'm sorry... you remind me too much of... know what? Fuck it. You won't understand anyways. She massaged her hand over her throat a moment before shooting him a confused, and almost angry look. Alexia: What? You can't honestly tell me its because I'm a woman. You're not that pig headed. So what is it? I come here asking for a straight match, just you and I, and you're declining. I think I deserve to know why. Carr: You are part of The Elite - I owe you sweet fuck all darling. Alexia: Yeah, as if I'd accept that answer. I didn't turn up as a member of the Elite, I came here as just a wrestler. So give me a fucking reason damn it! She got up in his face, requiring her tippy toes to do so. Alexia: Why won't you fight me? Carr grabs Alexia by the shoulders and lifts her up pushing her into her seat again, this time - rather than harsh words she is met with a firm kiss. Carr: Because what I do best... is why you're here... and what I do best - is flat out motherfucking destroy people... how could I destroy something so beautiful as you? I haven't seen a woman so painfully stunning since... well... you know. Her eyes darkened evilly, her voice a malicious whisper. Alexia: No, I don't know. Tell me. Floored by his actions, and more so by his words something shifted in her, though she couldn't say what. Her eyes darkened evilly, her voice a malicious whisper. Alexia: No, I don't know. I came here to find my chance at being just that, destroyed, and by the only person I think can do it. Now that person says I'm too beautiful to do that too. So once again I say; No. I don't know. So tell me. Carr: You have those same eyes she did... and that right there is a good reason why you and I spent so much time together when I was still with The Elite, I think you know I wasn't ever trying to get into your pants... you just remind me so much of her and everything good she made me feel - so for now, fucking go get a dye job and I'll gladly break your motherfucking spine across my knee if you need it that badly. She gave him a look of mocked hope and glee as she jumpped up and down on her toes and clapped her hands excitedly. Alexia: You really mean it? You really mean that you'll fight me if I change my hair color? Thats so GREAT! She stopped suddenly, her look darkening agian. Alexia: Fuck you. I came here looking for a fight and what I thought was a real man, who could leave his personal life out of the ring. Or at least channel those feeling into a match agianst someone who looked like her, to cleanse the aura, if you will. Hmph, I came looking for a man, all I found was a broken toy soldier. Sorry I wasted my time." She tossed her hair and turned to go. Carr grabs his rather large coffee table with one hand, and closes the door with it - as he sends it hurtling into the door and it's frame keeping Alexia from leaving the room. She turns back with a "Whatever" sort of look on her face only this time Scott isn't across the room - he is looming over her - seething with a level of rage we have yet to see from this Mountain of Hate. Carr: Give me one good reason I shouldn't rip out your eyes and put them on the shelf you can watch me motherfucking kill you right fucking now! His creepy calm tone is unsettling to say the least - but his posture, his demeanor, everything about him lately that he has tried in vain to main better - has faded away. She smiled up at him sweetly, showing her pretty white teeth, her voice sweet as honey. Alexia: For the self same reason you won't fight me. I look like her Carr. You won't touch me. Carr: Oh... don't make that mistake, miss... I'd gladly touch you... and if you want to ink a sanction that badly... THEN THAT'S FINE! You won't look like her so much after I shatter your jaw, and splatter that cute little button nose across your fucking face! Angela was an angel... you? I don't even think you know what the fuck you really are. You can come here and insult me and my life all you damned well please... but the fact of the matter is - you came to me... because you know what I am capable of. You know you won't win... I know you will try your very best... but size, severity, skill and sheer experience are all against you... You'd have been better off coming here and asking me on a fucking date than you would a match. At least at the end of the night - if you felt sore, it'd be something you could smile about. Alexia: I'm sure she was, she'd have to be, to put up with you! With your ego especially. As for knowing I won't win? I don't. I've taken on guys who are all those things you just listed against me, and still came out the victor! With as easy you are to anger and distract, frankly I'm surprised you wind up on top as much as you do! Carr: Not a single one of them was me though... and I don't distract easily... my hatred makes me focus. Alexia: Uh-huh, sure, and I really came looking for a cookie. Prove it to me. She knew she shouldn't continue to challenge him like this, but she just couldn't help it. She liked seeing him angry and bearing down on her. Carr: ARE YOU FUCKING BRAIN DAMAGED? YOU'RE ONLY HALF MY FUCKING SIZE... IF YOU GAINED TWENTY POUNDS! You'd better have a good reason to stay - or just get the fuck out of my dressing room. Carr opens his dressing room door and walks back to sit on his couch, seething with rage, turning red with passionate fury he looks up at her, and sees her biting her bottom lip. The camera crew exits the room, waiting for Alexia to leave Carr's dressing room. She was silent for a moment, the look on her face unreadable as she steps out of his dressing room. She turns back to look at him. Alexia: Now Scott, I think between you and I, something can be worked out don't you think? Her voice was back to the honied tone, her head tilted slighly, protraying only a hint of what might be called innocence. Alexia: I mean, we're both reasonable adults here. There is no reason we can't... come up... with something we could do to get these aggressions of ours out, is there? Alexia steps back into his room, closing the door behind her blocking out the camera crew, and the audience as we hear Carr's door lock from the inside before Alexia lets out a succulent little giggle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yes, she set his gym bag on fire. You should have seen Scotts reaction when I gave him that reply he was all (wtf, is she really that much of a bitch) or something liek that it was hilarious, he jsut couldn't believe she'd did that.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!


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