VS ck for interconn

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VS ck for interconn
Topic Started: Jun 20 2009, 02:14 PM (15 Views)
The Goddess Alexia	Jun 20 2009, 02:14 PM Post #1
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	Scene One Sunday, the night of Crucifiction, Alexia was in her garage, in old ratty pants and an ancient Pink Floyd t-shirt, working on her firebird. She’d gone to start it up on Friday morning to leave for the show when the transmission went. She didn’t know why. She babied that car, everything should be in top condition. Well, there was no time to book a flight, and her Explorer was in the shop getting the paint job redone. She couldn’t make it out to Chicago. So she spent her Sunday night, in the garage working on her baby. Cerb slept on the floor next to an oil stain that had been there for years. On the tv stand in one of the upper corner’s of the garage Alexia had the 32” tv on, and was watching Crucifiction. If she couldn’t be there, she damn well was at least going to watch. The show revved up and Lacy Rain made an entrance to the stage. Alexia worked on the car as she listened to the goody goody’s words. She heard mention of herself and the fact that she was unable to show due to traveling issues. Then she heard mention of the King of the Ring finals being tonight. Then she heard something else that had caught her attention. Lacy Rain: “And as a part of that final four, the main event with "DBR" Scott Carr taking on "All That" Lee Ryan in what will now be a Falls Count Anywhere Match!" Alexia’s head shot up to look at the tv so fast she hit it on the hood of her car. Alexia: “Well that’s just great. I forgot about Scott’s match this week, and I won’t even be there to watch it happen. God damn fucking….SON OF A BITCH!” Her string of cussing had interrupted itself with a new oath for a very different reason. She’d gone back to looking inside her car and reached for the belt, which suddenly snapped on her hand. She shook her hand off. Great just one more thing to go wrong for her. She sighed and went back to work. Forty minutes later Alexia was found under the car. She had the new transmission and was working on changing it out. A new belt was going to have to wait till morning and she could just take the bike to go get that. She was grumbling to herself when she heard the announcement for the match she should have been in. She slid out from under the car and sat up to watch as Brandy faced off with Rage. Alexia smiled. She was doing well. Brandy should be able to take Rage. She’d have to really focus to do it but do it none the less she could. Alexia watched and cussed when Rage suddenly ended the match with his finisher. She sighed and shook her head and was about to go back under the car when the announcement for the main event coming up next came on. She rolled her shoulders and got up. Leaning back against the front of the car she turned the volume up and watched as Crucifiction came back from commercials and the boys made their entrances. She was amazed to see the fans from this point of view. They loved Lee and they loved Scott. They loved to hate him. She never paid attention before to just how mixed his reactions were but there you have it. The match started and she looked on with hungry eyes, waiting to see Scott shred Lee to pieces. Announcer tables, flames, chairs, Carr Bombs! And still Lee managed to walk away the winner! She swore and went to turn away when she watched Scott get up and hit a Carrearender on Lee. She grinned and then went slack jawed as Jace showed up on the tron and told Scott to do it again. She grinned. A second attack and Lee wouldn’t survive long without life support. Then there was The Rick. A sellout. He had the makings of greatness just not the balls to do whatever he had to do to get there. He Had morals and they were holding him back. But at least he didn’t piss her off as much as Lee did. She watched the exchange in silence between Jace and Rick, all the time screaming in her mind for Carr to drop Lee again just for shits and giggles. Extreme disappointment struck when he didn’t. This was wrong. This was very wrong. She didn’t like how Scott was acting now. The Scott she knew would have done it anyway. Would have taken the chance and ended Lee just to be rid of him. Would have done it on his own accord but on Jace’s or Rick’s command. Even if he did drop Rick instead, why didn’t he go for Lee again anyway? This….this was soft. Scene Two A week later Alexia finds herself in her locker room, the Saturday before Crucifiction. She was there for a house show. Rick wanted to put her in as a guest referee. She was wearing a stripped ref shirt hiked up and tied under her bust line, and black short shorts. Her hair was down but she’d teased it giving it lots of extra body and waves. She knew Scott was there that night, and went to find him, hoping he was in his locker room and not wandering around. She stopped and knocked on his door. Carr- WHAT! Oh... hey Lexi. What's up hotty? She walked in and looked him up and down, thinking. Alexia: "Haven't seen you all week, what've you been up to?" Carr- Not too much... I took some time and ran some training sessions for new talent... that weren't very talented... Alexia: "Most aren't. But that’s not why I'm here. I wanted to ask you something. She looked a little uncomfortable, like she didn't want to know the answer to what she was going to say, but would ask anyway. Carr- What's wrong, Lexi? Come on in... talk to me. Alexia: "That’s just it. It’s not really what’s wrong with me. It’s that I want to know if something...other than the usual I mean..is wrong with you." Carr- Why? She smirked ruefully to herself. Alexia: "You looked soft last week, that’s why. You have Lee ready a second time, you could have decimated him, gotten rid of him for good. If ONLY for shits and giggles, and you dropped him on command and went after Rick. Why didn't you take out Lee a second time? It doesn't seem right to me. Especially when its YOU of all people doing it. It seemed soft, so again I ask, is something wrong?" Carr- No... I just want him to suffer - longer. And, Jace had asked me for my help... so I gave it to him. Alexia: "That’s all. Really that’s it? Wouldn't making him unable to wrestle right before King of the Ring, make him suffer more though?" Carr- No... fuck him... he doesn't deserve to be an underdog. I'm sick of handing that cocksucker pity ploys. You told me to go about it differently - so I am, Lexi. She held up her hands in mock defense. Alexia: "Alright! I was just making sure is all. It didn't seem right to me, so I thought I'd make sure it wasn't something else. Don't get worked up." Carr- Oh... I'm not worked up... I'm being calculated, hotty. Alexia's mind was elsewhere already, thinking about something else like she had add so her next few words came as one of her very rare blonde moments. Alexia: "Oh? Who’s calculating you?" Carr smiles and gently traces his hand through her pretty, usually pin straight hair. Carr- You, I hope. She smiled. Alexia: "Maybe later babe. If you can't tell I've got to go ref tonight, then I have to decide what to do about tomorrow." Carr- That's fine... I'll be here, same as usual. Alexia: "Yeah, you're predictable like that. OH yeah! Guess what I I got the other day!" Carr- A new bong for me? Alexia: "I already told you I don't care if you do it, but I won't support it. No something even better. Something I MIGHT let you play with too. I got a new toy! Guess!" She was giddy now, bouncing up and down on her toes. Carr- Does it plug into the wall or something? She rolled her eyes. Alexia: "Not THAT kind of dirty! Meh. No I had so much fun fixing my firebird over the week and doing all that hard work jazz I finally went and bought something I've been wanting to buy for a while." She paused and grinned at him like a Cheshire cat, she was so excited. Carr- A shaggin' wagon? She sighed. Alexia: "That’s what my Explorer is for! No! I bought a 69' Mustang Mach 1! Jet black. Needs epic fixing up and a new paint job. It’s gonna be so fun!" Carr- I can help, I rent a garage so I can fix my own cars and bikes anyways. She giggled. Alexia: "I can do it. I said I might let you help, because I know you would like to. After I get her taken care of, then all I need is a beautiful classic Camaro and I'll have the whole set! I'm so stoked! I've been putting it off cuz of time constraints but after changing the tranny in the Firebird this week it’s like, I had to do it. Its so beautiful even if it does look like shit! But yeah I thought you'd get a kick out of that." Carr- It's awesome, just pop back before you take off tonight and I'll give you the spare key and address to the garage. And... leave the Camaro to me. She stared at him wide eyed, and slightly confused. Maybe it was a blonde night for her, or maybe she was just really tired due to recent insomnia, she didn’t know but she did know she was a little confused. Alexia: "Oh....okay. I will. Anyway I better go. I have to go ref that damn match. I'll see you later, kay?" Carr- ok... She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek before leaving, and wondering to herself what the fuck he meant about leaving the Camaro to him. Scene Three The match was long and boring. The news guys Rick had hired had no chance of making it past house show and dark match status with VWF. This feud had been going on for a few months and Alexia had been brought in the spice things up as guest ref. She loved to ref, she found it fun, but these guys weren’t exactly show stoppers. It was a lot of technical wrestling and no fireworks. No momentum build up bad attempts at pins, finishers and tap outs. What made it worse is that they both had ladies man egos and had been trying to do shit to get her attention all match. This match was going into the twenty minuet mark with no sign of it ending soon. She had better things to do. As the two men squared off again, she grabbed them by the back of their head and slammed them into each other before dropping them like bad habits. She dusted her hands off and called for a mic. One was tossed in to her and she sighed, relieved. Alexia: “I know you were all suffering as much from that match as I was. Something had to be done about it.” One guy rolled and tried to get up but Alexia kicked him in the temple and he dropped again. Alexia: “I didn’t say you could get up! Stay at the feet of your Goddess, Bitch!” The crowd roared and Alexia went back to addressing them. Alexia: “I’m sorry but this is bull shit. On a regular basis someone from the Elite is out here destroying these losers who won’t make it any farther in this industry than they already have. Rick I hope you’re watching, because you’ve picked a bunch of lemons lately. So now you know.” She started to pace and step over the downed men. Alexia: “Well, since I have everyone’s attention, I might as well speak a little bit. Tomorrow, I hope you’re all watching. I will, for the first time, be defending my “new” Intercontinental championship. Against who? You ask? Why, the pervy Cisco Kid, who else? Well I won’t be defending it exactly as I will be retaining it. I’m just wondering how I should go about doing it. I mean. Cisco isn’t exactly hard to distract with a little cleavage. We all know he isn’t the best wrestler out there, so should I go easy on him? Make the match quick and painful? He’s not worth me putting my best into the match, that’s for sure. So what should I do? The options are easy. Use a minimum of my feminine wiles, or a minimum of my wrestling skill? It’s not like one is more difficult over the other, am I right? Tomorrow night, ladies and gents, in the main event, you will see me retain my title against Cisco. Tune in to see how I do it.” She drops the mic on the mat next to one of the fallen men and leaves the ring for back stage. Scene Four The night of the show Alexia arrived at the Arena with Cerb, and she looked like the goddess she claimed to be. She was wearing a tight fitting, strapless black dress and silver heels that wrapped up her legs twining around each other in the classic Greek fashion. Her hair was back to being pin straight, which added to her perfectly sleek look. There was a young man passing in the parking garage and Alexia recognized him as being new to the crew. She stopped him and asked him if he would be so kind as to carry her bags for her. He agreed and Alexia was pleased to see that he managed to hide his drool. She directed him to take her stuff to her locker room and leave it on the table. Then she gave him a twenty and she and Cerb went a different direction. Down the halls and around corners until she arrived at the of her opponent that night. It read, “the cisco Kid.” She knocked on the door and heard him call for her to come in. She opened it and stepped in. As she closed it behind her again she bade Cerb to sit and stay outside the door. Then she smiled sweetly at cK as he stared at her. Alexia: “Hello, You.” cK: “Um…can I help you?” He was staring at her hard, but was still trying to be wary. Alexia: “I’m sure you can.” She passed him and she felt him flinch slightly. She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. Alexia: “I’m not going to attack you. I wouldn’t ruin this dress like that. I’ve come to speak to you, about tonight. I thought you’d appreciate me coming to you.” cK: “Yeah, but I hoped one day it would be under very different circumstances.” Alexia: “I just want to make you a business proposition, that’s all. Honestly.” cK: “I know not to trust you. I’m not an idiot but…dear god you’re so hot! What do you want?” She pulled all of her hair over one shoulder and stroked it as she spoke. Alexia: “I’ve been in a bit of a down mood lately Cisco. I’m so upset by it, nothing helps, not even fooling around with Scott. That says a lot about me because usually nothing works better than Scott. Losing my title tonight, would just be the one thing that could push my depressed mood over the edge. I want to keep my title Cisco.” cK: “And I’d like to take it from you.” Alexia grinned at him seductively. Alexia: “Amongst other things of mine you’d like to have at, am I right.” cK: “Well…” Alexia: “Of course you would.” She lowered her hand and started lightly stroking her collar bone. Alexia: “I would be personally, very, grateful if you threw our match tonight Cisco. I take very good care of people who help me, Cisco. I am extremely good to those who know how to take advantage of my gratitude.” Cisco Kid raised his eyebrow, interested now. cK: “You mean to tell me I would get a go at…eh-hem…your goods, if I let you beat me tonight.” Alexia: “I’ll beat you in any way you want. Just so long as you lose tonight.” She rose and opened the door to go. Alexia: “Think about it, Cisco. If you lose tonight, then go to the Marriott Hotel, room 311 after the show.” She slipped out the door shutting it quietly behind her. As she and Cerb walked back down the halls to her locker room she giggled at the dog. Alexia: “Little does he know that it’s going to be Smart Mom in that hotel room.” Scene Five Alexia went back to her locker room and started to change into her jeans and a mini-tee for the match. As she prepared for the match she talked to Cerb. Alexia: “I’m going to win tonight no matter what. I don’t care if I he decides to throw the match or not. It was just fun to screw with him. Cerb, after King of the Ring I am going to turn this place upside down. I’ll retain and then I’m finished with it. With all of it. Cerb I mean it. cK thinks he can get away with hiding cameras in my house and not get off scott free? Nuh-uh. I am going to destroy him tonight and when he goes to the hotel room, it’ll just be the final blow.” She giggled and hooked the dog’s leash onto him. Alexia: “Let’s go for a walk before the match, boy.” End RP Edited by The Goddess Alexia, Jun 20 2009, 02:25 PM.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!


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