The Columbian Connection Part 2: Darkness Past and Present
Jun 4, 2016 7:54:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Jun 4, 2016 7:54:44 GMT -5
Post Living A Legacy VIII 10:00 PM
A triumphant and jubilant Alexa Black parades herself through the curtain past the gorilla position with a huge grin on her face and sitting on her shoulder is the reason for that grin. Her newly won PCW North American Championship.
Having crushed NCM just as she says she would she feels vindicated finally having achieved what many had said was not possible. So many had belittled and mocked her over the last two years and she had showed them.
She had showed all those fuckers that she is capable of destruction and domination. She left one of the longest reigning North American champions in PCW history laying in an motionless heap in the ring, his future unlike hers was undertiminable.
She holds it up in the air and screeches joyfully so that no one within hearing distance could possibly miss it unless they were deaf or had music blaring in their ears. Her companions, the Shaw's were as always by her side and shared in the celebration that their master was having. A win for her was a win for them.
"SEE THIS? THIS IS MINE! MINE MINE MINE!!"
"AND NO MOTHERFUCKER IS TAKING IT FROM ME YOU HEAR? NO ONE!"
Most of the people backstage simply say nothing out of fear but continue going about their duties cleaning or packing up equipment. Most of the other talent have left the building but Alexa doesn't see the hurry opting to hang around for a bit before heading off home. The time is one of celebration. The trio continues on down the corridor and to Alexa's dressing room before entering and slamming the door behind them.
"Break out the Goût de Diamants boys tonight is the night for partying. Tonight was the night the Darkness truly descended upon PCW and swallowed it whole. No one will ever run their mouth at me anymore or they will be crushed under for just like that cockroach Rick Majors!
Speaking of... How many fucking times do we have to keep destroying him before it sinks in? His conviction to getting rid of us is admirable but foolish. No matter what he does he can't over come the odds. He may have defeated Jenks but it took everything he had just to do so. I saw him struggle and claw his way through that match and I know he was completely obliterated after that match. I'm sure he's enjoying the ICU right now or licking his wounds at home like the dog he is.
I've looked into his history online and going by what I've seen he's had a pretty rough time of it what with his neck breaking in 2005 and again 2006, which by the way is something we should seriously consider doing again if he continues to be a nuisance. Then he can celebrate the 10th anniversary of that as a vegetable like his wife did when she got collected by that drunk driver in 2009."
They laugh at this though it is not funny in the slightest. Alexander retrieves four champagne glasses from a near by cupboard and pours out the Goût de Diamants into them before passing them out to his comrades who clink their glasses and drink the fine expensive bubbly happily.
"Cigar boss?" He asks motioning to a big black humidor with a glass front door. It is lined with fine cigars of all kinds and kept at the perfect temperature.
"Yes I think. Get me a Gurkha Black Dragon." Alexa commands and he quickly obeys fetching the cigar and opening it before she takes it from him and lights it inhaling deeply.
"Ahhhhhh that's good. Man I've been craving one of these for a long time now. And it's so good'l
She puts the cigar down in a nearby ashtray and takes another sip of champagne before continuing to speak to her followers.
"Ok boys now to business there is a few things I have to discuss with you and the first of which is regarding what happened last week with me and the Columbians who tried to wipe me out. Now that I have taken out the hit team I am sure they will send more men after me as Colonel Vega is not a forgiving man. He is a ruthless drug kingpin who won't stop till I am dead. But like I told that lackey if the dear Colonel wants a war I'll give him one.
I may not have my powers yet and being a mortal instead of my usual demonic self hampers things somewhat. Being here on Earth since 1840, I know our "Friends who live downstairs" are most likely pacified for now but that will quickly pass and I'll be having to explain to them why I'm not causing hell up here. I don't particularly want to talk to them if I don't have to. Last time I did it didn't end well."
She lifts up her shirt and the Shaw's see huge dark violent scars cross crossing her body like a road map. The Shaw's stare wide eyed before she lowers her shirt
She shudders and continues.
"But first let me tell you how it came to be that the Colonel and I met and I became his number 2 operative.
The year was 1977. Columbia was pretty much run by a corrupt government and enforced by an equally corrupt army. Colonel Vega was the head of the army at the time and also dealing coke on the side.
I was in Columbia at the time because I was on holiday from the US. Or rather a holiday away from the prying eyes of Uncle Sam. Anyways I was hanging out in a local bar when a man approached me and asked if I would be interested in earning some good money. Of course I was so we left the bar and quickly drove to a near by house.
And that is where I met him. Colonel Luis Armando Vega. He was a handsome man. Six feet three caramel skin with a very muscular build. He was impressive.
"Ah Senõra Black there you are." He smiles at her crossing the room before taking her hand and kissing it.
"Colonel. I have been informed that you having paying work for me?"
He nods.
"Yes I need your help in acquiring a shipment of a certain powder from a guarded safe house 20 miles from here. It is a high risk but succeeding you will be well rewarded."
"Certain powder? Come on Colonel I'm not an idiot. It's coke isn't it?"
He laughs and nods again.
"Yes it is. I like your directness Senõra. You don't mince your words." His thick spanish accent lingered in the air.
"Well I think you and I will have no problems. I will pick up that package for you and collect my payment."
She replies.
"Very good. I will arrange transport and a team of men to support you"
There is more to that story but I'll have to tell you another time. I have to worry about what's around the corner. Trauma 193 is coming up and I have been given "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard as an opponent.
He is a high risk devil may care high flyer who's in ring accomplishments speak for themselves. He's beaten quite a few big names and is also a former PCW Heavyweight champion and therefore is not to be underestimated. I'll have to bring my A game now I'm a champion and show PCW that what happened to NCM wasn't a fluke.
It's time PCW suffered from an unfortunate case of regicide."
She puts the cigar back in her mouth and continues to smoke as the cameras fade to black.
A triumphant and jubilant Alexa Black parades herself through the curtain past the gorilla position with a huge grin on her face and sitting on her shoulder is the reason for that grin. Her newly won PCW North American Championship.
Having crushed NCM just as she says she would she feels vindicated finally having achieved what many had said was not possible. So many had belittled and mocked her over the last two years and she had showed them.
She had showed all those fuckers that she is capable of destruction and domination. She left one of the longest reigning North American champions in PCW history laying in an motionless heap in the ring, his future unlike hers was undertiminable.
She holds it up in the air and screeches joyfully so that no one within hearing distance could possibly miss it unless they were deaf or had music blaring in their ears. Her companions, the Shaw's were as always by her side and shared in the celebration that their master was having. A win for her was a win for them.
"SEE THIS? THIS IS MINE! MINE MINE MINE!!"
"AND NO MOTHERFUCKER IS TAKING IT FROM ME YOU HEAR? NO ONE!"
Most of the people backstage simply say nothing out of fear but continue going about their duties cleaning or packing up equipment. Most of the other talent have left the building but Alexa doesn't see the hurry opting to hang around for a bit before heading off home. The time is one of celebration. The trio continues on down the corridor and to Alexa's dressing room before entering and slamming the door behind them.
"Break out the Goût de Diamants boys tonight is the night for partying. Tonight was the night the Darkness truly descended upon PCW and swallowed it whole. No one will ever run their mouth at me anymore or they will be crushed under for just like that cockroach Rick Majors!
Speaking of... How many fucking times do we have to keep destroying him before it sinks in? His conviction to getting rid of us is admirable but foolish. No matter what he does he can't over come the odds. He may have defeated Jenks but it took everything he had just to do so. I saw him struggle and claw his way through that match and I know he was completely obliterated after that match. I'm sure he's enjoying the ICU right now or licking his wounds at home like the dog he is.
I've looked into his history online and going by what I've seen he's had a pretty rough time of it what with his neck breaking in 2005 and again 2006, which by the way is something we should seriously consider doing again if he continues to be a nuisance. Then he can celebrate the 10th anniversary of that as a vegetable like his wife did when she got collected by that drunk driver in 2009."
They laugh at this though it is not funny in the slightest. Alexander retrieves four champagne glasses from a near by cupboard and pours out the Goût de Diamants into them before passing them out to his comrades who clink their glasses and drink the fine expensive bubbly happily.
"Cigar boss?" He asks motioning to a big black humidor with a glass front door. It is lined with fine cigars of all kinds and kept at the perfect temperature.
"Yes I think. Get me a Gurkha Black Dragon." Alexa commands and he quickly obeys fetching the cigar and opening it before she takes it from him and lights it inhaling deeply.
"Ahhhhhh that's good. Man I've been craving one of these for a long time now. And it's so good'l
She puts the cigar down in a nearby ashtray and takes another sip of champagne before continuing to speak to her followers.
"Ok boys now to business there is a few things I have to discuss with you and the first of which is regarding what happened last week with me and the Columbians who tried to wipe me out. Now that I have taken out the hit team I am sure they will send more men after me as Colonel Vega is not a forgiving man. He is a ruthless drug kingpin who won't stop till I am dead. But like I told that lackey if the dear Colonel wants a war I'll give him one.
I may not have my powers yet and being a mortal instead of my usual demonic self hampers things somewhat. Being here on Earth since 1840, I know our "Friends who live downstairs" are most likely pacified for now but that will quickly pass and I'll be having to explain to them why I'm not causing hell up here. I don't particularly want to talk to them if I don't have to. Last time I did it didn't end well."
She lifts up her shirt and the Shaw's see huge dark violent scars cross crossing her body like a road map. The Shaw's stare wide eyed before she lowers her shirt
She shudders and continues.
"But first let me tell you how it came to be that the Colonel and I met and I became his number 2 operative.
The year was 1977. Columbia was pretty much run by a corrupt government and enforced by an equally corrupt army. Colonel Vega was the head of the army at the time and also dealing coke on the side.
I was in Columbia at the time because I was on holiday from the US. Or rather a holiday away from the prying eyes of Uncle Sam. Anyways I was hanging out in a local bar when a man approached me and asked if I would be interested in earning some good money. Of course I was so we left the bar and quickly drove to a near by house.
And that is where I met him. Colonel Luis Armando Vega. He was a handsome man. Six feet three caramel skin with a very muscular build. He was impressive.
"Ah Senõra Black there you are." He smiles at her crossing the room before taking her hand and kissing it.
"Colonel. I have been informed that you having paying work for me?"
He nods.
"Yes I need your help in acquiring a shipment of a certain powder from a guarded safe house 20 miles from here. It is a high risk but succeeding you will be well rewarded."
"Certain powder? Come on Colonel I'm not an idiot. It's coke isn't it?"
He laughs and nods again.
"Yes it is. I like your directness Senõra. You don't mince your words." His thick spanish accent lingered in the air.
"Well I think you and I will have no problems. I will pick up that package for you and collect my payment."
She replies.
"Very good. I will arrange transport and a team of men to support you"
There is more to that story but I'll have to tell you another time. I have to worry about what's around the corner. Trauma 193 is coming up and I have been given "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard as an opponent.
He is a high risk devil may care high flyer who's in ring accomplishments speak for themselves. He's beaten quite a few big names and is also a former PCW Heavyweight champion and therefore is not to be underestimated. I'll have to bring my A game now I'm a champion and show PCW that what happened to NCM wasn't a fluke.
It's time PCW suffered from an unfortunate case of regicide."
She puts the cigar back in her mouth and continues to smoke as the cameras fade to black.
