Lexi and Scott vs Becky and Cedrone

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Lexi and Scott vs Becky and Cedrone
Topic Started: Jul 11 2009, 11:25 AM (35 Views)
The Goddess Alexia	Jul 11 2009, 11:25 AM Post #1
"Eppur si muove" Posts: 2,841 Group: Tavern Owner Member #1 Joined: December 18, 2006	“Its been an interesting week with a good chain of events, occurring hasn’t it? The Intercontinental Championship is gone. Replaced by the new Triple X Hardcore Championship. Scott Carr is the new U.S. Champion. And Jace is dead. I can’t, in all honestly say this comes as a shock to me. The gifts bestowed upon me from the women of my mother’s line led me to suspect it would happen before autumn. Jace was a good guy. A determined one. Too determined for his own good it would seem. Impatient too for that matter. The one time in his life he should have listened to the doctors and just waited till he was better. What fucking use is he to Kirsta now? No use, that’s what he is. He can’t protect her now. Not dead anyway. And look what happened to her? Jumped by a woman she thought she could trust. Becky Hellian. She’s a bitch all right. Sitting there claiming she did what no one else could do, take out the Hellcat. Is that right? Because if you ask me, it just seems like little miss Becky merely did what everyone else in the VWF, heel and face alike, is too fucking good to do. Jump someone before a match instead of facing them fair and square. A TEAMMATE no less. That doesn’t make her better than anyone here, that’s for fucks sake sure. Its makes her garbage, that’s what is makes her. The Elite is made up of a group of ego’s who have the RIGHT to claim the greatness that they do. Attacking and tying someone up, whether an opponent or teammate, is NOT something ever we’d sink so low to. Jace is dead, the tag titles were given away by a two timer….I guess there is only one thing left to do. BECKY! You want to raise hell in the women’s division? That’s fine by me, but first you got to answer for what you did to Kirsta last week. You have to answer to me, and you better be ready to get on your knees and pray to The Goddess because I’m coming for you, and I’m bringing the fire and brimstone. You want hell, well you’ve got it. IN ABUNDANCE! Scott and I will not stand for what you did to our friend. And since Jace is gone, there is only us to make you atone for it. And you will. Believe me you will….” The week following King of the Ring, Alexia is found in her office. It is Thursday, she needs to be back in Chicago on Sunday where she and Scott will face Johnny Cedrone and Becky Hellian in a mixed gender tag team match up. Alexia is in her office, its completely dark except for the light of the full moon coming in through the windows. It’s night, around ten-thirty, just the time when all the light from the sun fully disappears. Her hands are clasped, thumbs together, resting against her mouth, her elbows are on her knees, and she’s staring blankly out at the night sky through the large paneled windows. Cerb is laying at her feet. He hasn’t liked the mood she’s been in the last few days and insists on making sure that she is near, just in case. Suddenly Cerb lifts his head and growls as he hears footsteps on the soft carpet down the hall. She ignores the dog and the light scratching at the door and just goes on thinking. The door opened, very…very slowly and a head pokes in. “Lexi?” Alexia: “What?” “Juston said you’ve stayed holed up in here all week.” Alexia: “What of it?” “He’s worried about you honey, that’s what.” Alexia: “Well you know what? I don’t give a shit if he’s worried or not.” “Do you if I’m worried?” Alexia: “No, Will, I don’t.” Will: “Lexi…” He steps in all the way and is followed by another figure, a woman, but she can’t be described in the dark. She closes the door quietly behind her and Cerb gets up to sniff the two new comers before returning to his spot at Alexia’s feet. Alexia hasn’t turned her chair away from the window. She still keeps her back to them. Will: “…That’s not fair. We’re your friends. Let us worry about you. You give us plenty reason to.” “See Will. I told you we should have just left her alone.” Alexia: “Heh. Keira seems to know me better than you do, Will.” Though it can’t be seen the much younger woman was beaming at this. Will: “Damn it Alexia get upset already! I hate it when you’re like this!” Alexia: “I don’t get upset about death anymore Will. I’ve coped with my grandfathers. I’ll never be able to cope with Noa’s. But she was part of my soul. That’s a hole that’s never going to heal and can never be refilled. But anyone and everyone else? Heh, I don’t get upset anymore. I haven’t really gotten upset about a death since I was twelve. I’m not upset about this. I expected it.” Will: “Premonition?” Keira: “Death sense.” Alexia: “She’s beating you two to zero Will. Yes, my death sense. I predicted it and I only needed my intuition to know. I didn’t know when, but I knew it would happen before September. I’m more concerned about Scott than myself.” Keira: “You are?” Alexia: “Scott and I are alike. We’ve both lost a great many people who are very, very dear to us. But I am a rock. I’m there for everyone. Noa being the exception, I have dealt with every death thrown my way in my own private way, and in public I’ve been everyone else’s rock. Scott, on the other hand…he deals with it way differently. He and Jace were very close, and he just keeps losing people. I don’t know how he’s handling this. And that’s what got me most upset. Despite what he says and does in front of others I’ve got easy odds that that’s not how he is inside. And that concerns me more than anything.” Will: “So what are you going to do about it?” Alexia: “Keep thinking, what else can I do?” Keira: “Will it be an issue for your match?” Alexia: “I think not. He’s learned to channel his energies pretty well, and like me he’s pretty pissed with this Becky bitch.” Will: “I saw that. You’ve done some pretty low things in your day, like getting Trippy to spy on Edge for you…” Keira: “Choking Kelly with the chain from your red Tripp pants…” Will: “Stealing the VWF ring for the sole fact that you were pissed that your matches were so early on in the shows…” Keira: “Handing cisco KID over to Sm@rt Mom…” Will: “Well…handing ANYONE over to Sm@rt Mom is pretty low anyway…but my point is you’ve done some low shit, but even you’re too good for that.” Alexia: “Yeah I know. A real wrestler. A real fighter. Someone with an ounce of talent or skill would have enough pride not to do something like that. I don’t understand how someone can be proud of themselves for jumping someone unprepared. Fucking A! Man up, and fight them face on like a wrestler should! I’m sorry but that Hellian chick has no right to be in the VWF if she thinks shit like that is going to fly. Fuck she’s got no right to call herself a wrestler even. If she’s gonna do shit that dirty, I say we ship her ass off to Siberian Wrestling and see how she handles THAT!” Will: “Lexi, you’re a bitch. Hell, you’re a Fuckin’ bitch. But you’re a bitch with a heart.” Keira: “A very cold and black heart.” Will: “True, a very cold and black heart, but you know where your priorities lie, and your pride and your ego come from all of the right places. You get your pride in you abilities because you can beat people one after another at the very top of their game in a fair match. You don’t have to cheap shot saps just to make yourself feel better, unlike Butchie.” Keira: “Becky.” Will: “She looks like a dyke! My point is, all of that, it makes you better than she is.” Alexia spins her chair around finally to look at Will though the darkness. The moonlight crosses her fact and her eyes appear with a flash that causes her friends to gasp at the danger they now see in them. Alexia: “Will, did I ever once just now give any indication that I didn’t think I was better than her? Did I say something that led you to misunderstand what I was saying? Let me clarify things for you, alright? I am better than her. I know I am. I don’t need to attack people when they aren’t prepared for it. I can bring on a fair fight and hold my own just as well as a dirty one. Becky Hellian is going up against me and Scott. And she’s tagging with that Elvis wannabe, Johnny Cedrone, who’s known for condoning just cheap trick behavior himself. This isn’t going to be a difficult match to win Will. Not at all. She’s going to pay for what she did. As the final act of the Elite, I can promise that. She’s going to suffer badly. What I was getting at is that I just don’t understand how someone can be so small like that. How petty and low breed that is, for real. It really goes to show that she is just a lowly serf in comparison to the Goddess that I am. She thinks she’s so high and mighty for what she did to Kirsta but that fact remains that I’m still better. Because I posses the ability to look down on her. To point out her major flaw in thinking. And actually I pity her!” Keira’s and Will’s faces each change to one of shock at Alexia’s last three words. Will: “Alexia, pity is a sign of compassion.” Keira: “I didn’t know you knew how to be compassionate. Are you feel well?” Alexia: “I do, for those who deserve it. She doesn’t. All she gets is pity from me. Not compassion. Do you know why?” They both shake their heads. Alexia: “Because she is to be pitied and she doesn’t know it. She thinks she doesn’t need it so to know she is pitied is just going to piss her off more. It’s going to anger her and it’s going to throw her off her game! She wants to play that’s fine by me. By the time that match is over I will have made her my rag doll. Will, you know the one. The one I gave Cerb to chew on when he was a pup.” Will: “That thing looked like it’s been through a wood chipper when it was finally thrown away.” Alexia: “My point exactly. Becky is nothing but a piece of serf garbage that wants to be upper-class and is pissed she can’t. I am going to shred her like Cerb did that doll, then I’m going to throw her away just that same. She wants to raise hell in VWF she’s going to have to wait till she heals from our match first. GOD I hope Scott snaps her spine in fucking half!” She spins her chair back around and goes back to looking out at the dazzling night sky. Keira clears her throat and takes a slight step forward. Keira: “Ah-hem…um…Lexi? Is….Is that what you’ve been doing all week? Locked up planning on how you’re going to get back at her?” Alexia: “What? Did you guys think I was sitting up here all pensive over Jace? Yeah right. I told you, death doesn’t bother me any more. It hasn’t for a long time. Yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing. Jace can’t get back at her for Kirsta, so as a final favor to him, I will. With Scott’s help. It’ll be the final brutal act of the Elite…” End RP Edited by The Goddess Alexia, Jul 11 2009, 11:26 AM.
	Oh and btw.... You just lost the game!


Cherry	Jul 24 2009, 01:27 PM Post #2
Slave Posts: 60 Group: Members Member #20 Joined: February 24, 2007	I log in to read the stuff you write for your wrestling thing and I like it a lot. I am sorry Jace was killed off though. I only know what you write in your RP's but still seemed like a good character. Don't stop posting this stuff here I love to read it!
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