Post by Alexa Black on Jul 3, 2016 9:18:07 GMT -5
Post PCW Trauma 194 10:00 PM
Somewhere in the corridors of the PCW arena long after everyone else has packed up and left, a lone cameraman follows, at an extremely cautious distance of course three members of the vile Darkness faction that has been plaguing PCW. The three being Alexa Black and her two cohorts the Shaw brothers who flank her on either side chattering away with her as they walk discussing the events of Trauma. Getting close as he would dare the camera picks up the conversation in progress.
"Well another week and another loss. I have to say that this is starting to really shit me. We should be dominating in and out of the ring but it just isn't happening. I mean what the fuck already?"
An exasperated Alexa Black almost shouts.
I just don't get it. This week we had a chance to show what we can truly do against that uppity angsty emo twat Brenna Gordon and that upstart rookie Dontevius Ellis. There was even a title on the line a title by all rights should have come to The Darkness and cemented our place here. Jenks could have been Underground Queen. She had it and yet again she blew it.
They turn a corner and continue down a corridor past the merchandise table where boxes of unsold t-shirts are stacked in piles.
I know I couldn't help her as I was, at that point barely conscious on the floor thanks to Ellis. What ever the fuck that move was that he hit me with still has my head ringing. All I remember is going up in the air and then nothing till I got back up and it was already over.
And in saying that I have another question that I need answered and it relates to you two and your whereabouts during all this? So I have to ask....
"WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK WERE YOU? AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT DIDN'T DO YOUR JOB?
This is screamed at the top of her lungs so loud it echoes off the walls and down the corridors that stand unpopulated and cold. There is no one else around to answer the question other than the Shaw's who stop dead as the scream leaves her lips.
"Uh w-w-well you see" Alexander begins with a stutter trying to come up with a plausible excuse even though both he and Frederick know that they haven't one.
"LOOK AT ME!" She roars grabbing Alexander by his scraggly beard and bringing him nose to nose , Alexa's eyeballs almost popping out of her skull, her face looking like a ripe tomato. Even he, large a man is he is is terrified of Alexa. He knows full well what she could do if he chose to and that he couldn't do anything about it.
Her breathing continues laboured and heavy for a few moments before she speaks again her voice ice cold. She is almost inhuman as her voice becomes a frightening whisper...
"You ever do that to me again and I assure you that both you and your brother's fate will be whispered about in the innermost circles of hell to frighten even the most evil of it's denizens. If you recall what happened to The Faces Of Fear after they failed me I think that should be suitable motivation don't you?"
She sounds out each word so there is no room for misinterpretation.
"I...do...not...tolerate...failure."
They continue on and leave the PCW arena via a side door waking past a group of 4 PCAS officers who don't even acknowledge them as they go.
They know better than to say anything.
"Right now that I have that out of the way I have to say I did enjoy your work on the now broken has been Rick Majors. You really worked him over well. It seems he finally stopped playing the role he loved so much and started with something new.
He went from being a has been hero to a massacred miserable martyr for a lost cause. He tried for weeks to conquer us. But even though he conquered his own demons and came back poor little Ricky couldn't overcome us. We were simply too much for him to handle.
She laughs manically her face a smiling picture of warped joy.
Arriving in the Parking lot the there climb into a 2016 Mereceds ML 63 AMG closing the doors behind them. Alexander takes the wheel while Freddie and Alexa ride in the back.
"We took a good man and turned him into a shell. And I for one am glad we did. His schtick was getting old and tiresome. I mean come on how many times does life have to kick you in the ass before you give up? I guess now he knows for sure.
"So where exactly did you dump him? I hope it was somewhere where the cops won't find him. Or anyone else for that matter."
She looks at the brothers who look straight back at her.
"Yes. He won't be bothering us any more. He's gone and he isn't coming back." Alexander replies confidently. "The lost sheep strayed and got eaten by the wolves. And now with him and NCM out of the picture we can do what ever we want and no body can stop us. We will crush all who oppose us. Let those two wretched souls serve as an example.
The SUV roars out of the parking lot as the camera fades out.
Smoke On The Water Resteraunt
Augusta Street,Greenville,South Carolina, Wednesday, 8:30 PM
Alexa and the Shaw's pull up outside the resteraunt and exit their big SUV. walking as one they come to the door of the classy upmarket resteraunt and push it open to enter.
As they do every pair of eyes in the room seem to follow them and hushed whispers and pointing can be heard and seen from nearby tables.
It is hardly surprising as the three would look out of place anywhere but the PCW ring. The tall and muscular Alexa, the bulky and bearded Alexander and his brother the hulking Frederick whose 6"8 385 lb frame makes everyone else in the room look like ants.
It is decorated in a modest way with wooden paneled walls and a long wooden bar lined by stools. Tables and chairs are doted through out with nice place settings.
The trio are greeted by the front of house server who quickly comes over. A slim bespectacled man with thin blonde hair and blue eyes. Wearing a smart white shirt and black pants with a bow tie, He doesn't hesitate to make sure his customers are taken care of.
"Hello guys welcome to Smoke on The Water. I have a table for 3 available over here please follow me."
He heads over to a corner of the resteraunt and they follow him sitting at the table before he hands them three menus which they open and read.
"Can I get you drinks?" He asks
"Yeah I'll have a John Crow Batty Rum" Alexa replies
"I'll have the Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whiskey" Alexander says
"And for you sir?" He asks Frederick who thinks for a second before replying
"The Sierra Tequila Silver" he growls
The waiter heads off to get the drinks and Alexa turns to her companions and speaks
"Gentleman, I believe I promised you the next part of the story of my travel through Columbia from long ago. Now as you recall I came there to escape the heat I had in the US and to earn some money along the way.
I had met my contact in the local bar before meeting El Hefe himself General Juan Carlos Vega.. Head of the Columbian Army and the most corrupt and powerful drug lord in all of Columbia.
No one dared to cross him. The police, military and special forces were all commanded by him so anyone who did vanished along with their entire family. And trust me when I say I've seen that shit happen.
Once in the middle of the night, a corrupt goverment official who wouldn't co operate with the General gets his house stormed by a dozen armed special forces as I watched and him his wife kids and parents all loaded into a van and driven off into the night and never seen again.
The next day I went back and everything in the house was gone. The furniture the TV and all appliances, the car, fucking everything...all disappeared as if no one ever lived there in the first place and a for sale sign out front.
That's how fucking powerful that guy was at the time.
"Fuck!" Alexander exclaims in surprise
The waiter returns with a round black tray with their drinks order placing it in front of each of them before asking for their order.
"I'll have the grilled 'Cue shrimp to start followed by a Rib Eye Steak with a salad and steak fries for main and a Fried Bourbon Bread pudding for dessert." Alexa states.
"And for you sir?"
Alexander peruses the menu then says "I'll have the Smoke'n Jackets to start a full rack of Baby Back Ribs with mashed potato and coleslaw and the Jack Daniels Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie for dessert"
"And you sir?"
"The Smoked Chipotle wings to start then Fried Catfish for a main and Fried Bananas Foster for dessert"
"Very good I'll take your menus and have your meal ready soon"
He quickly hurries off to the kitchen and Alexa continues her story.
So there I was outside this house ready to go in and kill who ever was inside so I could retrieve the package and get paid. What I wasn't told was the house was much more heavily guarded than usual and that they were expecting us.
So me and Paco headed in the front and the other two round the back then seconds later shots rang out and then silence.
As I charged up the front to the gate there were four goons waiting for us two of which I shot right away one through the head and the other through the neck. Blood goes every fucking where the windows look like the scene of some movie red from top to bottom once those two were wasted we ran up and stated beating the next two guards.
I grab the guy and BAM head through the window. Then I spot a shard of glass and jam it hard as I can into his throat and listen to him gargle like a garbage disposal.
She stops momentarily to scull from her drink.
"Paco neck snaps the other guy and we kick in the front door and go in blasting everyone in site and then I see it... The biggest haul of coke I've ever seen. It has to be 100 keys of pure Columbian grade A coke
"This is a huge load! El Hefe will be pleased!" Paco says happily
"Yes he will. Too bad he won't see it and nor will you" Alexa says coldly
We smile at each other and then before he knows what happened boom hot lead injection between the eyes. He drops to the floor and I start loading the coke into the SUV before dragging all the bodies inside and drenching the house in petrol and setting it alight. It was a beautiful sight.
Then of course I got the fuck out of Columbia and came back to the US via Canada. And that coke netted me at least $25 mill. I had to sneak it past customs via plane from Canada but I managed it.
And now that Columbian cockstain wants me dead unsurprisingly. But I'm not that easy to kill. He'll keep coming till I'm dead.
But that was all in the past and now I have to deal with the present. The present being my match against Dan Fierce and Donnie Ellis.
"And going in I have to say I'm fairly confident we'll win. We have two of the most violent and dangerous people in PCW's history.
MURDOC is no slouch in that ring and just his name brings fear to everyone on that roster. And what do you have on the other side?
A man who has won the Icemann Invitational Tournament and can more than hold his own. And a rookie who hasn't really won anything yet. And that's the weak link.
We take him out and Dan is all alone.
Both of them will be consumed by Darkness and become lost souls...
The three laugh and clink their glasses as the camera fades out..
Somewhere in the corridors of the PCW arena long after everyone else has packed up and left, a lone cameraman follows, at an extremely cautious distance of course three members of the vile Darkness faction that has been plaguing PCW. The three being Alexa Black and her two cohorts the Shaw brothers who flank her on either side chattering away with her as they walk discussing the events of Trauma. Getting close as he would dare the camera picks up the conversation in progress.
"Well another week and another loss. I have to say that this is starting to really shit me. We should be dominating in and out of the ring but it just isn't happening. I mean what the fuck already?"
An exasperated Alexa Black almost shouts.
I just don't get it. This week we had a chance to show what we can truly do against that uppity angsty emo twat Brenna Gordon and that upstart rookie Dontevius Ellis. There was even a title on the line a title by all rights should have come to The Darkness and cemented our place here. Jenks could have been Underground Queen. She had it and yet again she blew it.
They turn a corner and continue down a corridor past the merchandise table where boxes of unsold t-shirts are stacked in piles.
I know I couldn't help her as I was, at that point barely conscious on the floor thanks to Ellis. What ever the fuck that move was that he hit me with still has my head ringing. All I remember is going up in the air and then nothing till I got back up and it was already over.
And in saying that I have another question that I need answered and it relates to you two and your whereabouts during all this? So I have to ask....
"WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK WERE YOU? AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT DIDN'T DO YOUR JOB?
This is screamed at the top of her lungs so loud it echoes off the walls and down the corridors that stand unpopulated and cold. There is no one else around to answer the question other than the Shaw's who stop dead as the scream leaves her lips.
"Uh w-w-well you see" Alexander begins with a stutter trying to come up with a plausible excuse even though both he and Frederick know that they haven't one.
"LOOK AT ME!" She roars grabbing Alexander by his scraggly beard and bringing him nose to nose , Alexa's eyeballs almost popping out of her skull, her face looking like a ripe tomato. Even he, large a man is he is is terrified of Alexa. He knows full well what she could do if he chose to and that he couldn't do anything about it.
Her breathing continues laboured and heavy for a few moments before she speaks again her voice ice cold. She is almost inhuman as her voice becomes a frightening whisper...
"You ever do that to me again and I assure you that both you and your brother's fate will be whispered about in the innermost circles of hell to frighten even the most evil of it's denizens. If you recall what happened to The Faces Of Fear after they failed me I think that should be suitable motivation don't you?"
She sounds out each word so there is no room for misinterpretation.
"I...do...not...tolerate...failure."
They continue on and leave the PCW arena via a side door waking past a group of 4 PCAS officers who don't even acknowledge them as they go.
They know better than to say anything.
"Right now that I have that out of the way I have to say I did enjoy your work on the now broken has been Rick Majors. You really worked him over well. It seems he finally stopped playing the role he loved so much and started with something new.
He went from being a has been hero to a massacred miserable martyr for a lost cause. He tried for weeks to conquer us. But even though he conquered his own demons and came back poor little Ricky couldn't overcome us. We were simply too much for him to handle.
She laughs manically her face a smiling picture of warped joy.
Arriving in the Parking lot the there climb into a 2016 Mereceds ML 63 AMG closing the doors behind them. Alexander takes the wheel while Freddie and Alexa ride in the back.
"We took a good man and turned him into a shell. And I for one am glad we did. His schtick was getting old and tiresome. I mean come on how many times does life have to kick you in the ass before you give up? I guess now he knows for sure.
"So where exactly did you dump him? I hope it was somewhere where the cops won't find him. Or anyone else for that matter."
She looks at the brothers who look straight back at her.
"Yes. He won't be bothering us any more. He's gone and he isn't coming back." Alexander replies confidently. "The lost sheep strayed and got eaten by the wolves. And now with him and NCM out of the picture we can do what ever we want and no body can stop us. We will crush all who oppose us. Let those two wretched souls serve as an example.
The SUV roars out of the parking lot as the camera fades out.
Smoke On The Water Resteraunt
Augusta Street,Greenville,South Carolina, Wednesday, 8:30 PM
Alexa and the Shaw's pull up outside the resteraunt and exit their big SUV. walking as one they come to the door of the classy upmarket resteraunt and push it open to enter.
As they do every pair of eyes in the room seem to follow them and hushed whispers and pointing can be heard and seen from nearby tables.
It is hardly surprising as the three would look out of place anywhere but the PCW ring. The tall and muscular Alexa, the bulky and bearded Alexander and his brother the hulking Frederick whose 6"8 385 lb frame makes everyone else in the room look like ants.
It is decorated in a modest way with wooden paneled walls and a long wooden bar lined by stools. Tables and chairs are doted through out with nice place settings.
The trio are greeted by the front of house server who quickly comes over. A slim bespectacled man with thin blonde hair and blue eyes. Wearing a smart white shirt and black pants with a bow tie, He doesn't hesitate to make sure his customers are taken care of.
"Hello guys welcome to Smoke on The Water. I have a table for 3 available over here please follow me."
He heads over to a corner of the resteraunt and they follow him sitting at the table before he hands them three menus which they open and read.
"Can I get you drinks?" He asks
"Yeah I'll have a John Crow Batty Rum" Alexa replies
"I'll have the Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whiskey" Alexander says
"And for you sir?" He asks Frederick who thinks for a second before replying
"The Sierra Tequila Silver" he growls
The waiter heads off to get the drinks and Alexa turns to her companions and speaks
"Gentleman, I believe I promised you the next part of the story of my travel through Columbia from long ago. Now as you recall I came there to escape the heat I had in the US and to earn some money along the way.
I had met my contact in the local bar before meeting El Hefe himself General Juan Carlos Vega.. Head of the Columbian Army and the most corrupt and powerful drug lord in all of Columbia.
No one dared to cross him. The police, military and special forces were all commanded by him so anyone who did vanished along with their entire family. And trust me when I say I've seen that shit happen.
Once in the middle of the night, a corrupt goverment official who wouldn't co operate with the General gets his house stormed by a dozen armed special forces as I watched and him his wife kids and parents all loaded into a van and driven off into the night and never seen again.
The next day I went back and everything in the house was gone. The furniture the TV and all appliances, the car, fucking everything...all disappeared as if no one ever lived there in the first place and a for sale sign out front.
That's how fucking powerful that guy was at the time.
"Fuck!" Alexander exclaims in surprise
The waiter returns with a round black tray with their drinks order placing it in front of each of them before asking for their order.
"I'll have the grilled 'Cue shrimp to start followed by a Rib Eye Steak with a salad and steak fries for main and a Fried Bourbon Bread pudding for dessert." Alexa states.
"And for you sir?"
Alexander peruses the menu then says "I'll have the Smoke'n Jackets to start a full rack of Baby Back Ribs with mashed potato and coleslaw and the Jack Daniels Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie for dessert"
"And you sir?"
"The Smoked Chipotle wings to start then Fried Catfish for a main and Fried Bananas Foster for dessert"
"Very good I'll take your menus and have your meal ready soon"
He quickly hurries off to the kitchen and Alexa continues her story.
So there I was outside this house ready to go in and kill who ever was inside so I could retrieve the package and get paid. What I wasn't told was the house was much more heavily guarded than usual and that they were expecting us.
So me and Paco headed in the front and the other two round the back then seconds later shots rang out and then silence.
As I charged up the front to the gate there were four goons waiting for us two of which I shot right away one through the head and the other through the neck. Blood goes every fucking where the windows look like the scene of some movie red from top to bottom once those two were wasted we ran up and stated beating the next two guards.
I grab the guy and BAM head through the window. Then I spot a shard of glass and jam it hard as I can into his throat and listen to him gargle like a garbage disposal.
She stops momentarily to scull from her drink.
"Paco neck snaps the other guy and we kick in the front door and go in blasting everyone in site and then I see it... The biggest haul of coke I've ever seen. It has to be 100 keys of pure Columbian grade A coke
"This is a huge load! El Hefe will be pleased!" Paco says happily
"Yes he will. Too bad he won't see it and nor will you" Alexa says coldly
We smile at each other and then before he knows what happened boom hot lead injection between the eyes. He drops to the floor and I start loading the coke into the SUV before dragging all the bodies inside and drenching the house in petrol and setting it alight. It was a beautiful sight.
Then of course I got the fuck out of Columbia and came back to the US via Canada. And that coke netted me at least $25 mill. I had to sneak it past customs via plane from Canada but I managed it.
And now that Columbian cockstain wants me dead unsurprisingly. But I'm not that easy to kill. He'll keep coming till I'm dead.
But that was all in the past and now I have to deal with the present. The present being my match against Dan Fierce and Donnie Ellis.
"And going in I have to say I'm fairly confident we'll win. We have two of the most violent and dangerous people in PCW's history.
MURDOC is no slouch in that ring and just his name brings fear to everyone on that roster. And what do you have on the other side?
A man who has won the Icemann Invitational Tournament and can more than hold his own. And a rookie who hasn't really won anything yet. And that's the weak link.
We take him out and Dan is all alone.
Both of them will be consumed by Darkness and become lost souls...
The three laugh and clink their glasses as the camera fades out..
