Hunters In The Night Part 2: Revelation Of The Wicked
Mar 23, 2016 19:30:13 GMT -5
Nathan Saniti likes this
Post by Alexa Black on Mar 23, 2016 19:30:13 GMT -5
Thursday March 18th 2016 11:30 PM...
It's a dark cold evening in March when Alexa arrives at her Greenville, South Carolina home. There is a chill in the air and the night is silent and peaceful
After the events of Mass Destruction VI, at which she failed to take the North American Heavyweight Championship from Non Compos Mentis, she made sure he wasn't left standing when all was said and done. He paid the price for winning when he got smashed with a barb wire bat and had the fuck stomped out of him, leaving him laying face down in the ring. She took comfort in that despite the loss. His suffering soothed her and took away some of the sting.
I know this will not be the last time I will cross paths with him but I know next time I will destroy him, make him am example of what happens to people who dare to cross my path. He knows I can beat him and he knows I won't stop till I do, she thinks to herself. The war is far from over!
Her black Bentley Continental Speed growls into the driveway like a menacing panther sprinting up the long winding path and to the entrance of the huge house before the engine burbles down and finally fades away as the car comes to a halt and the lights die as the key is pulled from the ignition.
Set on over 23 acres of gently rolling hills and fenced pastures with views of Paris Mountain, this 2.75 million dollar 2 storey Georgian estate is one of finest in South Carolina and Alexa would settle for nothing less. She may be a wrestler but she doesn't live like a pauper. Her time in Japan and Mexico and her other less than legal "adventures" had netted her a healthy sum and allowed her to live comfortably. Her PCW paycheck was little more than pocket money to her. A trifling thing.
The estate features stables with 6 stalls and office area; new gunite heated pool and outside gazebo; detached and attached garages for up to 10 vehicles; over 4,000 sq ft of new terraces, and walkways. The main house has 5 bedrooms, 5 full baths and 2 half baths with an open floor plan. The master suite is on the main floor with spacious his and her baths. It is a palace fit for a queen.
"Ah home. There really is no place like it." She smiles and points her fob at the car which chirps signifying it's locked.
She walks up the path to the front door through the lush garden that frame the house so nicely. The house is as you would expect beautifully furnished with antique furniture. The wood floors and plastered walls give a homely feel that stretches through out the home.
Tall trees tower over and big full green bushes surround the expansive grounds.
She walks through the door shutting the door behind her throwing her keys in a bowl that sits stop the wooden table by the entrance with a clink before striding down the hall and into the main entrance and up the stairs to her room. Slipping out of her clothes and into a black nightie she throws back the covers and climbs into the big king size bed.
Laying beneath the covers she slowly drifts off and falls asleep. Her mind flashes back to a vivid memory of a time long ago a time of pure beautiful chaos where she was free and unstoppable.
Los Angeles June 13th 1994 3:30 AM
"Where the hell is she damn it?. We have to find her and get her contained NOW!"
A large African American man shouts at the top of his lungs and 6 squads of uniformed riot police quickly scatter searching every area they can to find the wanted fugitive.
It's Jackson Wade. A decorated detective and elite police officer.
His face is etched with a mixture of anger and worry. He knows if she escapes it will be his head on the chopping block. She had to be stopped before she killed again.
He scans across the street but sees no sign of her. Walking at a hurried vpace he ducks into a side alley where he sees a shadowy figure fleeing away. "STOP POLICE!"
The shout does nothing and the mystery person continues running away as he gives chase.
The figure runs down an alley way but is out of luck as it turns out to be a dead end. She turns to face the man who is chasing her with a malevolent grin her hands at the ready to dish out some damage.
Wade goes to draw his pistol and take her down but before he can she lets out a screech her aura and her eyes glow black and a bolt of dark energy blasts out like lightning out of her hands hitting him squarely in the chest knocking him flying into the wall and she laughs as he slides down barely conscious.
"I've had enough of playing with you copper. This time I will end it and then you will leave me alone. I don't like being harassed and you won't take my freedom either."
Her dark energy becomes a blade as she advances on him to finish the job. But as she does a robed figure steps out of the shadows and a buzzing blue sphere surrounds her and stops her from killing him. Enraged she screeches and bangs her fists on the sphere but it won't give. He mutters a few unintelligible words and the orb zaps Alexa and she falls unconscious.
"Thanks man. Who are you?"
He gets back up to his feet and turns to the stranger who simply smiles and says
"A friend. We knew this was coming and decided to act. Your lucky I got here in time. We have to get her locked away before she comes around."
"Right. Let's get her out of here"
They drag her out of the alley and into a near by van and drives off into the night.
Sitting bolt upright in her bed Alexa's eyes are wide and her brow drenched with sweat. She looks at her alarm clock it reads 5:00 AM
She gets out of bed and puts on some comfy clothes before grabbing her keys and climbing back into her Bentley and speeding off into the darkness. Her phone buzzes and she looks down and sees a new text it reads
I need to meet you to discuss Trauma 189. Meet me at Paris Mountain State Park. I'll be waiting
Raven Hex.
Throwing the phone onto the seat she puts her foot down and hurries to meet her tag team partner.
As her car speeds through the night she thinks on what's to come at Trauma 189.
So it seems that this week I am to be partnered with Raven Hex. The very same girl who helped Nathan Saniti set me up.
That's not a great candidate for a tag team partner. Someone I know I can't trust. I'm sure given the opportunity she would do it again but I don't think she will and do you know why?
Because she wants the win over that flaming queer Dan Fierce and I want to win over Crazy Boy. I want to win and rub his stupid face in it. Last time I lost to him and quite frankly one loss is one too many. He needs to be taken down and taken down HARD.
"So Crazy Boy prepare to fight at Trauma because I am bringing the war to you and that pansy poofter Fierce.
Expect no mercy!"
The car pulls up at Paris Mountain Park and she gets out walking off into the orange glow of an early morning sunrise to meet Raven Hex
It's a dark cold evening in March when Alexa arrives at her Greenville, South Carolina home. There is a chill in the air and the night is silent and peaceful
After the events of Mass Destruction VI, at which she failed to take the North American Heavyweight Championship from Non Compos Mentis, she made sure he wasn't left standing when all was said and done. He paid the price for winning when he got smashed with a barb wire bat and had the fuck stomped out of him, leaving him laying face down in the ring. She took comfort in that despite the loss. His suffering soothed her and took away some of the sting.
I know this will not be the last time I will cross paths with him but I know next time I will destroy him, make him am example of what happens to people who dare to cross my path. He knows I can beat him and he knows I won't stop till I do, she thinks to herself. The war is far from over!
Her black Bentley Continental Speed growls into the driveway like a menacing panther sprinting up the long winding path and to the entrance of the huge house before the engine burbles down and finally fades away as the car comes to a halt and the lights die as the key is pulled from the ignition.
Set on over 23 acres of gently rolling hills and fenced pastures with views of Paris Mountain, this 2.75 million dollar 2 storey Georgian estate is one of finest in South Carolina and Alexa would settle for nothing less. She may be a wrestler but she doesn't live like a pauper. Her time in Japan and Mexico and her other less than legal "adventures" had netted her a healthy sum and allowed her to live comfortably. Her PCW paycheck was little more than pocket money to her. A trifling thing.
The estate features stables with 6 stalls and office area; new gunite heated pool and outside gazebo; detached and attached garages for up to 10 vehicles; over 4,000 sq ft of new terraces, and walkways. The main house has 5 bedrooms, 5 full baths and 2 half baths with an open floor plan. The master suite is on the main floor with spacious his and her baths. It is a palace fit for a queen.
"Ah home. There really is no place like it." She smiles and points her fob at the car which chirps signifying it's locked.
She walks up the path to the front door through the lush garden that frame the house so nicely. The house is as you would expect beautifully furnished with antique furniture. The wood floors and plastered walls give a homely feel that stretches through out the home.
Tall trees tower over and big full green bushes surround the expansive grounds.
She walks through the door shutting the door behind her throwing her keys in a bowl that sits stop the wooden table by the entrance with a clink before striding down the hall and into the main entrance and up the stairs to her room. Slipping out of her clothes and into a black nightie she throws back the covers and climbs into the big king size bed.
Laying beneath the covers she slowly drifts off and falls asleep. Her mind flashes back to a vivid memory of a time long ago a time of pure beautiful chaos where she was free and unstoppable.
Los Angeles June 13th 1994 3:30 AM
"Where the hell is she damn it?. We have to find her and get her contained NOW!"
A large African American man shouts at the top of his lungs and 6 squads of uniformed riot police quickly scatter searching every area they can to find the wanted fugitive.
It's Jackson Wade. A decorated detective and elite police officer.
His face is etched with a mixture of anger and worry. He knows if she escapes it will be his head on the chopping block. She had to be stopped before she killed again.
He scans across the street but sees no sign of her. Walking at a hurried vpace he ducks into a side alley where he sees a shadowy figure fleeing away. "STOP POLICE!"
The shout does nothing and the mystery person continues running away as he gives chase.
The figure runs down an alley way but is out of luck as it turns out to be a dead end. She turns to face the man who is chasing her with a malevolent grin her hands at the ready to dish out some damage.
Wade goes to draw his pistol and take her down but before he can she lets out a screech her aura and her eyes glow black and a bolt of dark energy blasts out like lightning out of her hands hitting him squarely in the chest knocking him flying into the wall and she laughs as he slides down barely conscious.
"I've had enough of playing with you copper. This time I will end it and then you will leave me alone. I don't like being harassed and you won't take my freedom either."
Her dark energy becomes a blade as she advances on him to finish the job. But as she does a robed figure steps out of the shadows and a buzzing blue sphere surrounds her and stops her from killing him. Enraged she screeches and bangs her fists on the sphere but it won't give. He mutters a few unintelligible words and the orb zaps Alexa and she falls unconscious.
"Thanks man. Who are you?"
He gets back up to his feet and turns to the stranger who simply smiles and says
"A friend. We knew this was coming and decided to act. Your lucky I got here in time. We have to get her locked away before she comes around."
"Right. Let's get her out of here"
They drag her out of the alley and into a near by van and drives off into the night.
Sitting bolt upright in her bed Alexa's eyes are wide and her brow drenched with sweat. She looks at her alarm clock it reads 5:00 AM
She gets out of bed and puts on some comfy clothes before grabbing her keys and climbing back into her Bentley and speeding off into the darkness. Her phone buzzes and she looks down and sees a new text it reads
I need to meet you to discuss Trauma 189. Meet me at Paris Mountain State Park. I'll be waiting
Raven Hex.
Throwing the phone onto the seat she puts her foot down and hurries to meet her tag team partner.
As her car speeds through the night she thinks on what's to come at Trauma 189.
So it seems that this week I am to be partnered with Raven Hex. The very same girl who helped Nathan Saniti set me up.
That's not a great candidate for a tag team partner. Someone I know I can't trust. I'm sure given the opportunity she would do it again but I don't think she will and do you know why?
Because she wants the win over that flaming queer Dan Fierce and I want to win over Crazy Boy. I want to win and rub his stupid face in it. Last time I lost to him and quite frankly one loss is one too many. He needs to be taken down and taken down HARD.
"So Crazy Boy prepare to fight at Trauma because I am bringing the war to you and that pansy poofter Fierce.
Expect no mercy!"
The car pulls up at Paris Mountain Park and she gets out walking off into the orange glow of an early morning sunrise to meet Raven Hex
