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Vs MM for title unification
Topic Started: May 8 2009, 08:45 AM (17 Views)
The Goddess Alexia	May 8 2009, 08:45 AM Post #1
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	Scene One Alexia stood in her living room, looking at a sheet of paper in her hands. The mail had just arrived and she was holding the card for the first Crucifiction show since the brand merger of VWF and KiWF. Alexia: “So. Rick thinks to take both of my titles from me, huh? We we’ll just see about that. I’ll win this week and take the Masked Moron’s title from him. Then I’ll win next week and prove to them again, why I am the Goddess of Wrestling. Jace, Lee, Fantastic, Rage, and possibly London. Yeah, this should be a great match at Bloodlust. But I suppose that’s not my prime focus at the moment is it? Right now I need to worry about which finisher I’m going to slap onto the Masked Idiot.” She threw the paper down and stormed off as she continued to bitch to herself. Alexia: “Fucking Asshat! Who does he think he is pitting me and my title against the likes of some foolhardy, cape wearing, masked, nancy boy who probably doesn’t even have nuts, let alone know what to do with them. What the fuck is he smoking and why isn’t he sharing, huh? He must either be trying to piss me off, or get rid of Masked Dickhead! Or both. And if that’s the case he’s succeeded very well. By the time I’m done with him, Marvel won’t know which was to put that fucking mask on, because his head will be on backwards!” She sighed and slammed the door into her office. Cerb was sleeping there and he lifted his head to look at her before going back to sleep. She flopped down at the desk and instead of jumping on the desktop, she leaned back with her laptop on her knees. Signing onto messengers she immediately saw Trippy on and IMed her. XTheDeadGoddessX (9:12:07 PM): Meh PopTartCornFlake (9:12:31 PM): lol hey whats wrong? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:12:46 PM): I'm fucking pissed PopTartCornFlake (9:12:53 PM): que? PopTartCornFlake (9:13:11 PM): I mean, come on Lexi, you're always pissed about something or other XTheDeadGoddessX (9:13:51 PM): Yeah well you'd be pissed too if you had a title pitted against an inferrior opponent in a bad attempt to merge it with theirs PopTartCornFlake (9:14:24 PM): ouch, who you gotta fight? Ace has called me yet about his match XTheDeadGoddessX (9:14:53 PM): ugh, the Masked Marvel...or as I like to call him, the masked moron PopTartCornFlake (9:15:16 PM): lol yeah Ace has called him that before too. This guy an idiot or something? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:16:07 PM): Oh gods, Tripp, he's way fucking more than that. He's a loser, a douche bag, and a wannabe wrestler and do gooder. He annoys the fuck out everyone I'm pretty sure PopTartCornFlake (9:16:13 PM): hmmmm XTheDeadGoddessX (9:16:19 PM): What? PopTartCornFlake (9:16:54 PM): oh nothing, I was just thinking that maybe if he's as bad as all of that, that he put him against you to sorta....you know...eliminate him from the roster? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:18:02 PM): It crossed my mind too actaully. Rick trying to use me in such a round about way, but in all honesty? I don't think he's dumb enough to try it. I think he might genuinely be attempting to merge the two titles....and maybe take some fire out of me for my match. Goddess knows he probably doesn't want me or Jace winning at the PPV PopTartCornFlake (9:18:39 PM): ah oka PopTartCornFlake (9:18:41 PM): okay* XTheDeadGoddessX (9:18:58 PM): Yeah....but that doesn't stop me from being pissed about this. XTheDeadGoddessX (9:19:23 PM): I hate going up against anyone so inferrior to me PopTartCornFlake (9:19:50 PM): I know, but think rationally about this, hon. To you EVERYONE is inferrior. Just ask you, you know XTheDeadGoddessX (9:21:03 PM): It is not just "to me" think about it. You've seen it yourself! Not many people can give me a real challenge, now can they? With so many witnesses to the various events at hand, how can it be just me that thinks that? PopTartCornFlake (9:22:12 PM): idk, I mean.... physically, and skill wise he is a lesser competitor than you. I admit that most are in that. But when you say it, it sounds like you mean over all. Like brain, charisma, social standing, etc, etc... XTheDeadGoddessX (9:22:16 PM): ............... XTheDeadGoddessX (9:22:22 PM): thats because I do PopTartCornFlake (9:22:26 PM): *dies* PopTartCornFlake (9:22:41 PM): Lexi I think your ego is hopeless sometimes. XTheDeadGoddessX (9:23:05 PM): And I think the hormones have clouded your brain XTheDeadGoddessX (9:23:09 PM): how is baby anyway? PopTartCornFlake (9:23:18 PM): getting bigger. PopTartCornFlake (9:23:32 PM): things are going well enough. Nothing to be real concerned about at least. XTheDeadGoddessX (9:23:38 PM): Thats good. XTheDeadGoddessX (9:23:58 PM): We don't want that little baby coming out too early....Goddess forbid PopTartCornFlake (9:24:27 PM): Yeah I know what you mean. I am really scared though that something is going to happen XTheDeadGoddessX (9:24:38 PM): It will PopTartCornFlake (9:24:42 PM): ? PopTartCornFlake (9:24:47 PM): what do you mean? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:25:07 PM): despite wants I promise you that baby is going to arrive early, you can mark my words that you won't make it to your eigth month. PopTartCornFlake (9:25:13 PM): oh god, Lexi don't say that! PopTartCornFlake (9:25:16 PM): Damn it! PopTartCornFlake (9:25:33 PM): This is why I stopped letting you predict stuff when we watch something together PopTartCornFlake (9:25:44 PM): When you predict shit you're ALWAYS right! PopTartCornFlake (9:25:50 PM): Take it back damn it! lol XTheDeadGoddessX (9:26:09 PM): sorry hon, I can't. Whats said is said PopTartCornFlake (9:26:14 PM): but you didn't mean it! XTheDeadGoddessX (9:26:23 PM): OH, I didn't? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:27:43 PM): *grins* You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth or your baby bro....oh shit. wrong girl *clears throat* You have thriteen hours in which to have the baby, or your ...um...boyfriend Ace become one of us....forever..........such a pity PopTartCornFlake (9:28:02 PM): OMGWTFROFLMFAOBBQ PopTartCornFlake (9:28:05 PM): wtf was that? XTheDeadGoddessX (9:28:18 PM): my bad attempt at mixing labyrinth with the situation PopTartCornFlake (9:28:25 PM): lol it was funny at least XTheDeadGoddessX (9:28:38 PM): took your mind off what I said, despite me being right and you knowing it PopTartCornFlake (9:28:47 PM): damn it. I hate when you're right! XTheDeadGoddessX (9:28:55 PM): lol I know, but you love me anyway PopTartCornFlake (9:29:04 PM): yeah well I have to since no one else will! XTheDeadGoddessX (9:29:14 PM): the baby will. I shall make sure of that XTheDeadGoddessX (9:29:38 PM): I'mma buy that kid the loudest most annoying toys I can find.......JUST to piss off Ace PopTartCornFlake (9:30:54 PM): lmfao great god, now I am going to have to buy ear plugs so I can't hear him bitch XTheDeadGoddessX (9:31:17 PM): lol, and you know, to make sure that HE is the one who gets up in the night to check on baby and not you PopTartCornFlake (9:31:25 PM): I think we will be sharing that duty XTheDeadGoddessX (9:31:59 PM): ah alrighty then, but I say that you tell him that u gave birth and almost died for that kid least he can do is take care of all the late night feedings! PopTartCornFlake (9:32:19 PM): lol I'm not you, Alexia. I can't emotionally blackmail him him like that XTheDeadGoddessX (9:32:26 PM): aww come on, try it, its fun! PopTartCornFlake (9:32:34 PM): anyone else I could but not Ace XTheDeadGoddessX (9:33:08 PM): oh pffft you're no fun! PopTartCornFlake (9:33:18 PM): lol leve me lone, I'm preggy! XTheDeadGoddessX (9:34:07 PM): alright fine, lol. I think I am going to go work out anyway. I'm still real pissed and the idea of the body bag is looking more and more appealing atm PopTartCornFlake (9:34:15 PM): have fun in the basement! XTheDeadGoddessX (9:35:16 PM): Fuck that shit! I'm going somewhere where I can get into a real good fight hopefully. Really work off some of this anger. I hate being this pissed....it makes me violent and when I can't release that violence on someone, then I get stressed and I can't sleep and it just sucks, so the more anger management now the better off I will be for my match PopTartCornFlake (9:35:42 PM): lol sounds about right huh? alright well have fun. I have to get going for an ultrasound anyway. ttyl XTheDeadGoddessX (9:35:49 PM): good luck, talk to u later hon PopTartCornFlake (9:35:52 PM): bye XTheDeadGoddessX (9:36:02 PM): see ya xthedeadgoddessx signed off at 9:36:30 PM. She sighed and replaced the laptop on the desk. Stretching as she rose she left the room to go get her workout things together. Scene Two Alexia strolled out of a bar room at around one am that night. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with two fresh tears in them, one in the left thigh, and another at the right knee. She readjusted her black cami so it fit over her blood red bra like it was supposed to, then dusted her hands off on her pants. Turning they turned to look back into the bar. The scene was a massacre of bikers. Bodies strewn all over the place. People on the bar and tables. Busted up chairs and beer bottles. Each and every one of them were groaning and crawling in a pathetic attempt to rise. Men and women alike, none had been spared but for the two bard tenders who had been smart enough to duck and hide. She chuckled as she looked on at it. “You had to pick a bar fight with biker’s didn’t you?” Alexia startled slightly, but then gasped as her eyes widened. She knew that voice and she hadn’t heard it since she was eighteen. Alexia: “Fred?” She spun on her heel and sure enough she was nose to nose with a good looking red head with a joker’s smile. Fred: “It’s been a long time, Lexi. I see you’re still up to your usual antics. I’d have thought they’d ban you from this place by now.” She laughed and hugged him, throwing her arms around his neck. He held her close as he hugged her back before pulling away. Alexia: “What are you doing here? Last we talked you were still in India a month ago.” Fred: “Yeah I know. So do you want a lie about why I came back or do you want to know the truth?” Alexia: “If you’re offering a lie then I’m going to assume you think I won’t enjoy the truth too much.” They turned and started walking down the sidewalk. Fred: “I’m hoping the opposite but I don’t think that’ll happen.” She smirked. Alexia: “You never were able to hide much from me for long. Might as well tell it to me straight.” Fred: “You just took out a bar full of bikers. You’re not in a good mood. I’m not dumb enough to tempt the fates tonight.” Alexia: “Then why’d you ask?” They’d already walked a block by now, neither one being the kind to enjoy a slow paced walk. Fred: “Because you did.” Alexia sighed. Alexia: “Just tell me. It can’t possibly be as bad as the last time we were face to face, now can it?” Fred: “Alright, but if you get pissed and knock my head off its all on you.” She smirked. Alexia: “Alright. So tell me.” He stopped and turned to her, grabbing her hands in his. He had to look down at her, despite her height he was still taller by a few inches. Fred: “Lexi. I. I came back for you.” Alexia’s eyes narrowed. Alexia: “What?” Fred: “I realized after your last letter that I still love you.” Her blue eyes went stormy gray and she yanked her hands from him. Alexia: “It took you five and a half years to figure that out? After what you did to me? After I managed to forgive you and remain friends with you? After everything that happened after the last time we were face to face, you walk back into my life and tell me you came back because you still love me? What the fuck are you thinking?” Fred sighed and dropped his hands. Fred: “I knew you’d react that way.” Alexia: “Yeah and you also knew I’d want to knock your block off too. Which I do.” She turned and walked away. Fred groaned and followed. Fred: “Lex. Listen to me! Please, just give me a chance? Lex, come on. Will you just listen to me?” With his last words he grabbed her upper arm and she stopped and spun on him. Alexia: “No! You don’t deserve a fucking chance. Hell your second chance was staying friends with me! You’re the one who left. You’re the one who dumped me when I was eighteen because you were away at Columbia and couldn’t handle the fucking distance. You’re the one who said you loved me then left me because the pain of having to meet then part again because of distance sucked and you couldn’t handle it! What you did almost killed me. Do you want to know the only reason why I decided to at least stay friends with you, Fred? Do you? Because the answer will kill you. Did you know the night you broke up with me, I was planning on telling you I was six weeks pregnant?” Fred: “What?” Alexia: “Yeah! I was. I miscarried a week later due to the stress that you and your stupid fucking break up caused me! That’s how bad you hurt me Fred! It’s also the reason I decided t stay friends with you. Because if I’d had the kid as a reminder, I wouldn’t have been able to. So don’t you dare come back here now after all the fucking shit you did to me.” She stormed away and Fred stared after her. She was three blocks away before he was able to recover from the shock he’d just gotten. Fred: “Oh come on! Lexi you’re killin me!” Her rolled his eyes dramatically and chased after her. Fred: “Lexi! Lexi, wait up!” He caught up with her and passed her by so he could cut her off forcing her to stop. She folded her arms and stared him down. Fred: “How come you didn’t tell me at the time?” Alexia: “Because I felt that you’d lied to me and didn’t deserve to know. And believe me, if I hadn’t miscarried, I would have made damn sure you never knew.” Fred: “So you would have kept a father from his child?” Alexia: “Yeah. After what you did, I would have. I was eighteen. Not yet out of high school. Look, why are you even here? Wasn’t it good enough for you that I’d forgiven you for what you did? Wasn’t going back to being the great friends we have been enough for you? Did you really have to dreg up the past?” Fred: “I decided I wanted you back. My life has been a veritable hell since I fucked up and I regret every moment I didn’t have you when I needed you and know that it was my own fault.” Alexia: “You’re right, it is your own fault. But I got over you. My life has been great. I’ve got two very successful businesses. I’m wrestling and fighting like I’ve always wanted to. I have Cerb and Saraneth. I’ve got Trippy, and Scott, and Juston and Will. I’m not looking for a real serious relationship, and I most certainly don’t want or need your vows of love! Especially after you told me last time that you flat out lied about loving me before!” Fred: “I lied about that Alexia! I did it to make it easier on both of us!” Alexia’s hand shot out and she slapped him so hard his head snapped to the right, and the mark of her hand started to form immediately. Alexia: “You lied to me about not loving me anymore? THAT’S THE MAIN REASON I MISCARRIED! How dare you tell me that? No, you know what, you’d have been one hell of a lot better off if you’d just left things as they were. I don’t need this shit right now. I’ve got enough on my plat with having to keep one of my title on Sunday, and concentrating on keeping my KiWF title at Redemption!” She stepped around him and kept walking. Her car wasn’t too far from where she was at now. Fred looked after her. Fred: “Alexia! Alexia, wait, please!” She reached her car turned and looked at him. Alexia: “We’re done here.” She got in and slammed the door. As she backed up out of her spot and drove off Fred watched her go. Fred: “I’m sorry.” Scene Three Alexia sat on the couch in her home, in nothing but a tiny thong black thong, and white cami. It was early morning, and she hadn’t yet gone through her morning workout, let alone showered. As a matter of fact she’d just gotten up, brushed her teeth and had her breakfast. Now she was sitting on her couch, feet curled up under her, and her pretty silver lap top resting on her knees and she typed away. She was sucking on a chocolate pocky that rested in her mouth. She was going back and forth in an IM with Collin about Upir Lichey’s recent acquisition of Neo Records. He was bringing her up to date on how the transition was going. She finished her pocky stick and reached for her box, but it was empty. She flipped a gasket. Told Collin that she had to get dressed so she could go to the store and get more pocky, and she’d get a hold of him later to finish what they started. Poor Collin was caught off guard and wound up picturing her naked while she’d been talking to him. Pocky, next to cherry coke, and cherry ices and hot tamales were a huge addiction for her. She was on a huge kick right now and needed her pocky. She ran up stairs threw on a pair of jeans and the first pair of shoes she found, which just so happened to black stilettos, and grabbing her purse ran out to the garage and started up the firebird. Ten minutes later she was walking into Wal=Mart. The only place in her area of Minnesota that sold pocky. She rested her large diva sunglasses on her head as she entered and heads turned. Of course she’d attract attention, she was wearing a white cami with no bra. She went directly to the foreign foods aisle, and to where the pocky was supposed to be. It was empty. There was no chocolate, strawberry, or coconut. She sighed and looked around for an associate. She found a young man of maybe eighteen years old. Alexia: “Hey, you have one of those scanner things with you?” He stared at her, stammered, and gulped. Wal-Mart Employee: “Um, no Ma’am, but I uh, I can run and get one, hang on.” He turned and scampered away and Alexia sighed. Normally she’d take extra time to enjoy torturing the kid a bit more, but she wanted her damn pocky, and was impatient to get it. The kid returned with one of the hand held scanner things. Wal-Mart Employee: “What did you need now?” She led him back to the shelf where the pocky was supposed to be. Alexia: “It’s empty. All three flavors. I want the chocolate, but will settle for the others if I have to.” He scanned the label on the shelf for the chocolate. Wal-Mart Employee: “We’re actually out of the chocolate. We don’t even have any in the warehouse according to this.” She sighed as he scanned the other two. Wal-Mart Employee: “We’re totally out of those too.” Alexia: “You’re kidding me. Can’t you have some sent here from another store?” Wal-Mart Employee: “I don’t think so. Even so, it would take a few days for it to arrive.” Alexia: “You’re kidding me? I want one box of fucking pocky and I can’t get it because Wal-Mart is too blind to pay attention to the big selling product and actually keep it in stock! Tell your managers they’ve just made a very big enemy, and they’ve lost a customer for life.” She turned and stormed out, vowing that she’d punish them for their incompetence. Scene Four Alexia sat in her locker room the night of Crucifiction. She was still in the ripped jeans and black cami she’d been wearing earlier in the night at Cujo’s with Brandy. She was on her over stuffed, black leather couch, on leg crossed over the other, messing around on her phone. Alexia: “God, he needs to leave me alone! I wish t-mobile would allow me to black people. He’s been trying to apologize all fucking week.” She looked at Cerb who slept deeply beside her. Alexia: “I’m tempted to let you have at him, Bubby.” She sighed and got up, leaving the room and closing the door behind her, so Cerb wouldn’t get out. She walked down the halls rolling her shoulders. She needed to clear her mind. She didn’t need Fred’s shit right now. She rounded a corner stretching her legs. That’s when she heard her name being called behind her. She turned and rolled her eyes. Kyle Bacon was scampering up, mic in hand, and a camera man following. Alexia could see the red light. They were in fact recording as they ran. Kyle Bacon: “Alexia! Can I get an interview?” Alexia: “No. I’m not in a tolerable mood at the moment Bacon Bits. I don’t want to put up with your winey ass at the moment.” Bacon Bits: “But I was asked to interview you on your title match tonight. Please. All I want is what you think about the Rick taking over, and also what do you think about having both of your titles merged?” Alexia sighed. Alexia: “You want to know what I think? I think that, despite having a great mind, VK got old and finally snapped. He needed the break and I can’t say I blame him. Rick, despite being a dick, has a great mind for this sort of thing. I can’t stand the man but I have to admit that he does make a great card. He’s going to be able to put the Elite on the right track so we can bring VWF back to its greatest glory.” Bacon Bits: “So you respect him?” Alexia: “God no!” Bacon Bits: “Oh, right, okay. But what about your titles?” Alexia: “Rick is doing to me exactly what he and his lackeys are always accusing the Elite of. Throwing cheap shots. I haven’t even gotten a chance to have a title match with either of my titles and he’s trying to take them both from me by merging them? What the fuck is that shit? I’m not saying I’m concerned about tonight or Bloodlust, but I am pissed that I have to fight tonight against someone who’s so decidedly below me!” Bacon Bits: “You mean the Masked Marvel?” Alexia: “No, I mean yo mamma! Of course I mean the Masked Moron! Look at him, he thinks he’s fucking Superman or some shit. Talk about being disconnected from reality! I’m going to go out there tonight, I am going to decimate him. I am going to crush his do good spirit. Break his body, and eliminate any hope of a future career. And you want to know why I’m going to do it?” Bacon Bits: “Why?” Alexia: “Because I can! Because Rick pissed me the fuck off, and now Masked Moron has to pay the price. Just like Lee Ryan pissed me off a few weeks back at KiWF and Felecia had to pay. I’ve done it before, and I will do it again. I will not hesitate to make the innocent suffer severely for the fuck ups of others! I am going to keep my title tonight and its going to be a big “Fuck You” to Rick when I do. Because all it’s going to be is a foreshadowing of what’s going to happen at Bloodlust. My title will remain mine tonight, just like it will at the pay-per-view. That’s all there is to it. Now you got your fucking interview, go away now. Shoo fly.” She flicked her hands at him, shooing him away. Bacon Bits: “But…” Alexia: “No buts. I answered the questions you told me you had, now get the fuck away from me before I use you as a match warm up.” Bacon Bits: “Right. Gone.” Kyle Bacon and his cameraman turned and left the same way they’d come. Alexia just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She checked her phone and decided it was time to go get ready for her match. Scene Five Alexia was just walking out of her locker room when her phone went off. She picked it up. It was a text from Will. Call me later. Some pictures leaked out onto the net I think you should see! She frowned slightly confused, and put her phone back on the table. She left her locker room then, planning on calling Will after her match. End RP Edited by The Goddess Alexia, May 8 2009, 08:56 AM.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!
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