Something Old Something New Part 1: Past Is Never Past
Oct 29, 2016 18:26:41 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Oct 29, 2016 18:26:41 GMT -5
Trauma 200
A dejected Alexa stomps her way back to the jeers of the PCW faithful having just been eliminated from the big 10 man elimination match. This was a pain in the ass, it wasn't what she had planned to do. It seemed to her as of late that the tide was indeed changing and certainly not in her favour. She would have to take drastic measures in order to come out on top at the end of all this.
Thanks again to interference from PCW management,including she was sure PCW's current President "Mr Showtime" Michael
Wryght, her allies the Shaw's along with Seromine's chosen followers had been ejected from ringside and prevented from returning by Double D" Domino D'Angelo and Big Dave Brant with a dozen black shirt PCW security staff forming a human wall.
"Godamn fucking assholes. I'm really getting quite sick of this constant interference from management, I swear if it keeps going I will be paying a personal visit to Wryght's office to have "words" with him.
Her voice drips with menace on each word as she spits it put from her face which is now a wicked scowl.
"I need more help. Where the hell is Jenks these days? She pops in and out whenever she feels and doesn't seem to be around otherwise which makes me wonder if she even knows what being part of a goddamn team is. I know she's my sister and I love her dearly but she needs to up her game because things are getting hot around here and the numbers game isn't in our favour as much these days."
She continues her walk down the empty and lifeless corridors of the PCW arena that are now abandoned of all but a few people. Her frustration is boiling as she stalks left down another corridor that leads to a number of doors each with a star on them and underneath in big printed letters a name of a PCW talent to whom the room belonged.
She goes to hers and pushes it open before slamming it extremely violently behind her almost taking it right off it's hinges. Striding her way over to the liquor cabinet she flings it open and finds a large bottle of scotch and grabs it. She retrieves a glass and some ice cubes before pouring the alcohol watching it splash it's way into the glass.
"Right. So it seems just when I thought I was on top of things the game decided to change it's self and become more of a game of chance. Because now we have a bunch of degenerate yahoo's calling themselves the LwO running around here offering assistance to the other bloody do gooders in the locker room to help them rid the company of us and make it a better place. And THAT is precisely why we must make absolutely sure we don't fuck up from now on.
She paces back and forth as she ponders her the next part of her lecture as Alexander and Frederick wait patiently to see what tiger leads has to say next.
"Well we shall see who wins this game of attrition. I've gone to war with heaven and hell and both of them are still after me but they haven't put me down yet. And with my powers restored to their full former glory I should have no problems flushing those turds out.
Sitting down in her black high back leather chair she sips at her beverage and contemplates her next move as it regards her upcoming match at Trauma 201 against her old foe and rival Cory Steel.
She had body breaking matches with him and each time she did she got through somehow but neither of them left without paying a huge mental and physical price for their battles.
The last time was one of the most brutal of all her matches and though she didn't win he didn't walking away and had to be helped to the back. She knew what was coming and knew that he wouldn't hold anything back and nor would she.
"Ok boss so listen to this I have some very interesting news as it relates to your Trauma opponent. He's not going in at 100%. His physical body has numerous things you can exploit to your advantage"
Alexander explains
"Through various means I have found out all I can about your former rival and what I've found is this
A month ago Cory Steel was convicted of multiple murders and during his transfer to prison his escort truck was attacked and he was kidnapped.
What happened during that attack and after no one knows but he didn't get out of it unscathed he's now
deaf In his left ear and blind In his left eye. So make sure you take full advantage of that.
We know he's a heavy striker and he's brilliant at it so what you will need to do is anticipate and counter when you can, Also taking him out at the knee. Use your submissions to weaken him and make him unstable.
Cripple him and show no mercy."
Alexander walks over to a pile of papers and picks them up handing them to Alexa who scans them carefully.
"Thank you Alexander you have done well. All this info will help me greatly,"
She smiles a wicked smile before finishing her reading and placing the papers back where they came from.
She rises from her chair and looks to her companions.
"Go home boys you need to rest we have a long road ahead and I want you at 100% for Trauma"
The Shaw's nod and exit the room In a cloud of black smoke before Alexa raises her hands and she herself vanishes surrounded in a veil of onyx flames leaving the camera man alone in the room.
Mansion Noir
Post Trauma 200
10:30 PM
A tired Alexa waltzes into her mansion and up the stairs to her vast bedroom the centre piece of which is a big four poster king size bed with black satin sheets and pillows.
Just as she lays down on the bed her phone buzzes and rings in her pocket. Sighing with annoyance she looks down and sees the name on the caller ID and is somewhat shocked by the caller. It reads Benjamin Steel.
"What the fuck?" She exclaims in surprise.
Reaching her finger down she presses the green answer button and growls
Where are you? You got some..."
She is cut off by Steel who rants at her down the phone line asking her her if she had anything to do with the night he was attacked from behind the last time he was on Trauma
Then for a minute or so there is nothing. Just a blank silence down the line as if no one was there.
Growing very impatient she yells
"You there prick?"
His gravely voice once again comes into her ear and she listens intently before giving her reply to him.
"So you want to know what really happened that night eh? Well since I'm feeling generous I will tell you exactly what happened that night.
You see it was my boys that to lead you into an ambush and you like the idiot you are fell right into it and BLAM your dumb ass gets taken out of commission.
You know what I would do it again in a heartbeat. You may win battles in the ring that's all well and good but when it comes to war your going to forever be on the loosing side."
She laughs as she knows that Steel is furious right now but can't do diddly squat about it.
" So I'll see you in the ring at Trauma 201. And remember....dead ain't dead, Bye bye Benjie."
She laughs again happy at the misery she has caused before hanging up. Throwing the phone on her bedside table she climbs under the covers and goes to sleep.
A dejected Alexa stomps her way back to the jeers of the PCW faithful having just been eliminated from the big 10 man elimination match. This was a pain in the ass, it wasn't what she had planned to do. It seemed to her as of late that the tide was indeed changing and certainly not in her favour. She would have to take drastic measures in order to come out on top at the end of all this.
Thanks again to interference from PCW management,including she was sure PCW's current President "Mr Showtime" Michael
Wryght, her allies the Shaw's along with Seromine's chosen followers had been ejected from ringside and prevented from returning by Double D" Domino D'Angelo and Big Dave Brant with a dozen black shirt PCW security staff forming a human wall.
"Godamn fucking assholes. I'm really getting quite sick of this constant interference from management, I swear if it keeps going I will be paying a personal visit to Wryght's office to have "words" with him.
Her voice drips with menace on each word as she spits it put from her face which is now a wicked scowl.
"I need more help. Where the hell is Jenks these days? She pops in and out whenever she feels and doesn't seem to be around otherwise which makes me wonder if she even knows what being part of a goddamn team is. I know she's my sister and I love her dearly but she needs to up her game because things are getting hot around here and the numbers game isn't in our favour as much these days."
She continues her walk down the empty and lifeless corridors of the PCW arena that are now abandoned of all but a few people. Her frustration is boiling as she stalks left down another corridor that leads to a number of doors each with a star on them and underneath in big printed letters a name of a PCW talent to whom the room belonged.
She goes to hers and pushes it open before slamming it extremely violently behind her almost taking it right off it's hinges. Striding her way over to the liquor cabinet she flings it open and finds a large bottle of scotch and grabs it. She retrieves a glass and some ice cubes before pouring the alcohol watching it splash it's way into the glass.
"Right. So it seems just when I thought I was on top of things the game decided to change it's self and become more of a game of chance. Because now we have a bunch of degenerate yahoo's calling themselves the LwO running around here offering assistance to the other bloody do gooders in the locker room to help them rid the company of us and make it a better place. And THAT is precisely why we must make absolutely sure we don't fuck up from now on.
She paces back and forth as she ponders her the next part of her lecture as Alexander and Frederick wait patiently to see what tiger leads has to say next.
"Well we shall see who wins this game of attrition. I've gone to war with heaven and hell and both of them are still after me but they haven't put me down yet. And with my powers restored to their full former glory I should have no problems flushing those turds out.
Sitting down in her black high back leather chair she sips at her beverage and contemplates her next move as it regards her upcoming match at Trauma 201 against her old foe and rival Cory Steel.
She had body breaking matches with him and each time she did she got through somehow but neither of them left without paying a huge mental and physical price for their battles.
The last time was one of the most brutal of all her matches and though she didn't win he didn't walking away and had to be helped to the back. She knew what was coming and knew that he wouldn't hold anything back and nor would she.
"Ok boss so listen to this I have some very interesting news as it relates to your Trauma opponent. He's not going in at 100%. His physical body has numerous things you can exploit to your advantage"
Alexander explains
"Through various means I have found out all I can about your former rival and what I've found is this
A month ago Cory Steel was convicted of multiple murders and during his transfer to prison his escort truck was attacked and he was kidnapped.
What happened during that attack and after no one knows but he didn't get out of it unscathed he's now
deaf In his left ear and blind In his left eye. So make sure you take full advantage of that.
We know he's a heavy striker and he's brilliant at it so what you will need to do is anticipate and counter when you can, Also taking him out at the knee. Use your submissions to weaken him and make him unstable.
Cripple him and show no mercy."
Alexander walks over to a pile of papers and picks them up handing them to Alexa who scans them carefully.
"Thank you Alexander you have done well. All this info will help me greatly,"
She smiles a wicked smile before finishing her reading and placing the papers back where they came from.
She rises from her chair and looks to her companions.
"Go home boys you need to rest we have a long road ahead and I want you at 100% for Trauma"
The Shaw's nod and exit the room In a cloud of black smoke before Alexa raises her hands and she herself vanishes surrounded in a veil of onyx flames leaving the camera man alone in the room.
Mansion Noir
Post Trauma 200
10:30 PM
A tired Alexa waltzes into her mansion and up the stairs to her vast bedroom the centre piece of which is a big four poster king size bed with black satin sheets and pillows.
Just as she lays down on the bed her phone buzzes and rings in her pocket. Sighing with annoyance she looks down and sees the name on the caller ID and is somewhat shocked by the caller. It reads Benjamin Steel.
"What the fuck?" She exclaims in surprise.
Reaching her finger down she presses the green answer button and growls
Where are you? You got some..."
She is cut off by Steel who rants at her down the phone line asking her her if she had anything to do with the night he was attacked from behind the last time he was on Trauma
Then for a minute or so there is nothing. Just a blank silence down the line as if no one was there.
Growing very impatient she yells
"You there prick?"
His gravely voice once again comes into her ear and she listens intently before giving her reply to him.
"So you want to know what really happened that night eh? Well since I'm feeling generous I will tell you exactly what happened that night.
You see it was my boys that to lead you into an ambush and you like the idiot you are fell right into it and BLAM your dumb ass gets taken out of commission.
You know what I would do it again in a heartbeat. You may win battles in the ring that's all well and good but when it comes to war your going to forever be on the loosing side."
She laughs as she knows that Steel is furious right now but can't do diddly squat about it.
" So I'll see you in the ring at Trauma 201. And remember....dead ain't dead, Bye bye Benjie."
She laughs again happy at the misery she has caused before hanging up. Throwing the phone on her bedside table she climbs under the covers and goes to sleep.
