Something Old Sonething New Part 2: Present War & Past Scars
Nov 11, 2016 8:32:34 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Nov 11, 2016 8:32:34 GMT -5
Post Trauma 201, PCW Arena 10:30 PM.
A dazed and thoroughly confused Alexa stumbles her way backstage through the curtain and past the gorilla position completely unsure of just what happened exactly.
She knew that magical shit stain had taken her allies from her. But to where and for what purpose was a complete unknown. Wandering down the corridors past the fans her fellow wrestlers and various PCW staff she comes to her locker room pushes it open with a turn on the door knob and walks in slamming the door behind her.
She stars pacing up and down the length of the room her mind ticking away at the possibilities of what just happened and what she would need to do to counter his efforts. This was a major problem for her. Pulling out her phone from her pocket she dials the first number on her contacts list
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
The phone trilled away next to her ear then it stopped.
A deep voice grumbles down the line
"This is Alexander Shaw if you can hear this I'm not available right now so please leave a message after the tone."
Beeeeeeeeeeep
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
She screeches with rage and hurls the phone with full force across the room sending it sailing before it comes to a sudden and violent halt after being intercepted by the wall smashing it into a dozen pieces which scatter across the floor.
"Fine. Human communication systems are stupid anyhow. I'm going to do the this old fashioned way. It still works better."
Walking over to a cupboard she opens it and picks up a silver chalice before closing the doors. She walks over to the south wall and picks up one of her daggers and drags it down the length of her arm and a stream of crimson blood seeps out flowing down into the chalice forming a pool.
Looking down she cups the base of the chalice and chants an incarnation in a deep droning voice.
"Tire quiero patem me a di"
Stirring her finger in the blood it burbles and rises before going flat again. She speaks clearly
"Alexander this is your master where are you? Answer me damn it.
She tries again and again getting no response from the other side where here minion should be. Now more than a little pissed off she slams her fist down on the table making the goblet jump and almost dump it's contents everywhere.
"If you can hear this I'm coming to find you and your brother He won't keep you away from me. I have my ways of finding people. Just sit tight and whatever you do DON'T listen to him and whatever bullshit he tells you. It's all lies and cheap palouur tricks designed to deceive you.
You will be free soon.
And as for my opposition I assure you that they will feel the full unyielding force of my wrath at Trauma 202.
Especially that arcane asswipe and his cancer cunt of a girlfriend. I have something very special in mind for them.
Maybe I'll take dearest Kelli on a trip to the basement to have some fun. I know how much she LOVES closed spaces all dark and dank with barely any air to breathe feeling like the walls are closing in getting tighter and tighter.
It must be maddening. I wonder what it's like to be scared of something you can't control?"
She claps her hands and laughs at Kelli.
"What a feeble weak minded creature she is."
Maybe Majors can tell her all about the wonderful things that happen down there."
She cackles with wicked pleasure at the thought of the many unspeakable, immoral and soul destroying torture techniques that she had learned during her many millennia in Hell's lowest and most depraved places. The places where the worst of the worst were kept.
In fact it was where she did her best work.
All the denizens in Hell still say her name in hushed whispers of sheer terror to this day. She was chosen by Lucifer himself and she knew she was the best.
And as for that rum sucking gutter trash who calls himself a "pirate"
She was not concerned by him.
Choosing to be one in these modern times an outdated and rather stupid way of living. She was sure that poor choice was just the alcohol talking and nothing more. Even, she reasoned if he stops destroying his liver and remembers to actually show up he would be dispatched with no trouble.
She was supremely confident with both her tag team partners.
The powerful and charismatic Seromine and his group of devoted followers who simply by their existence had in such a short time shaken up PCW and made EVERYONE sit up and take notice.
No one wasn't aware of him and what he was doing. She was sure that Nathan was more than troubled by him. And that was good.
And Grimm...
Well what really needs to be said?
The Hangtown horror is a legend in PCW and rightly so. He will soon harvest there more victims after Trauma is said and done."
Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it reading the incoming text message before sliding it back into her pocket.
Turning away from the table she is still frowning as she walks away out the door shutting it behind her with a bang. She stalks out to the parking lot and jumps in her SUV screeching out of the parking lot and off into the night.
Greenville Zoo,Greenville,South Carolina 11:15 PM
A plume of black smoke drifts across the night sky and funnels down to the ground when it clears lone figure appears beside a cage of lions.
A man aged in his mid 40's dressed impeccably in a dark navy Armani suit with caramel Gucci loafers he puffs away on a cigarette sending plumes of white smoke wafting into the breeze.
As he steps under the tall shadowing figure of a outdoor lamppost we see his slicked back brown hair and his emerald green eyes.
Hearing a noise he turns sharply and looks in the direction of the disturbance.
"Hello old friend"
Alexa's sarcastic greeting is met with an equally sarcastic reply
"Alexa how nice to see you"
"And you Amon. It's been a few hundred years how've you been?"
"Still the same. I still owe you one from the last time we met." His tone is ice cold as Amon speaks.
"So that's why you called me here? To settle an old score? How sad. You see I've moved on unlike you and now I am living the life."
"So I've heard. A pro wrestler now? Really? I mean really? You could do so much more but then again you always were an uncivilised savage and I see nothing had changed."
Amon says with the utmost disdain
"Well enough chit chat I have orders to kill you and that's what I'm going to do. But of course funnily enough I'm not the only one who wants to to I've brung some friends .. I believe you are well acquainted."
He clicks his fingers and out of the shadows step two figures and as she sees their faces Alexa's comes over with one of shock.
A dazed and thoroughly confused Alexa stumbles her way backstage through the curtain and past the gorilla position completely unsure of just what happened exactly.
She knew that magical shit stain had taken her allies from her. But to where and for what purpose was a complete unknown. Wandering down the corridors past the fans her fellow wrestlers and various PCW staff she comes to her locker room pushes it open with a turn on the door knob and walks in slamming the door behind her.
She stars pacing up and down the length of the room her mind ticking away at the possibilities of what just happened and what she would need to do to counter his efforts. This was a major problem for her. Pulling out her phone from her pocket she dials the first number on her contacts list
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
The phone trilled away next to her ear then it stopped.
A deep voice grumbles down the line
"This is Alexander Shaw if you can hear this I'm not available right now so please leave a message after the tone."
Beeeeeeeeeeep
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
She screeches with rage and hurls the phone with full force across the room sending it sailing before it comes to a sudden and violent halt after being intercepted by the wall smashing it into a dozen pieces which scatter across the floor.
"Fine. Human communication systems are stupid anyhow. I'm going to do the this old fashioned way. It still works better."
Walking over to a cupboard she opens it and picks up a silver chalice before closing the doors. She walks over to the south wall and picks up one of her daggers and drags it down the length of her arm and a stream of crimson blood seeps out flowing down into the chalice forming a pool.
Looking down she cups the base of the chalice and chants an incarnation in a deep droning voice.
"Tire quiero patem me a di"
Stirring her finger in the blood it burbles and rises before going flat again. She speaks clearly
"Alexander this is your master where are you? Answer me damn it.
She tries again and again getting no response from the other side where here minion should be. Now more than a little pissed off she slams her fist down on the table making the goblet jump and almost dump it's contents everywhere.
"If you can hear this I'm coming to find you and your brother He won't keep you away from me. I have my ways of finding people. Just sit tight and whatever you do DON'T listen to him and whatever bullshit he tells you. It's all lies and cheap palouur tricks designed to deceive you.
You will be free soon.
And as for my opposition I assure you that they will feel the full unyielding force of my wrath at Trauma 202.
Especially that arcane asswipe and his cancer cunt of a girlfriend. I have something very special in mind for them.
Maybe I'll take dearest Kelli on a trip to the basement to have some fun. I know how much she LOVES closed spaces all dark and dank with barely any air to breathe feeling like the walls are closing in getting tighter and tighter.
It must be maddening. I wonder what it's like to be scared of something you can't control?"
She claps her hands and laughs at Kelli.
"What a feeble weak minded creature she is."
Maybe Majors can tell her all about the wonderful things that happen down there."
She cackles with wicked pleasure at the thought of the many unspeakable, immoral and soul destroying torture techniques that she had learned during her many millennia in Hell's lowest and most depraved places. The places where the worst of the worst were kept.
In fact it was where she did her best work.
All the denizens in Hell still say her name in hushed whispers of sheer terror to this day. She was chosen by Lucifer himself and she knew she was the best.
And as for that rum sucking gutter trash who calls himself a "pirate"
She was not concerned by him.
Choosing to be one in these modern times an outdated and rather stupid way of living. She was sure that poor choice was just the alcohol talking and nothing more. Even, she reasoned if he stops destroying his liver and remembers to actually show up he would be dispatched with no trouble.
She was supremely confident with both her tag team partners.
The powerful and charismatic Seromine and his group of devoted followers who simply by their existence had in such a short time shaken up PCW and made EVERYONE sit up and take notice.
No one wasn't aware of him and what he was doing. She was sure that Nathan was more than troubled by him. And that was good.
And Grimm...
Well what really needs to be said?
The Hangtown horror is a legend in PCW and rightly so. He will soon harvest there more victims after Trauma is said and done."
Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it reading the incoming text message before sliding it back into her pocket.
Turning away from the table she is still frowning as she walks away out the door shutting it behind her with a bang. She stalks out to the parking lot and jumps in her SUV screeching out of the parking lot and off into the night.
Greenville Zoo,Greenville,South Carolina 11:15 PM
A plume of black smoke drifts across the night sky and funnels down to the ground when it clears lone figure appears beside a cage of lions.
A man aged in his mid 40's dressed impeccably in a dark navy Armani suit with caramel Gucci loafers he puffs away on a cigarette sending plumes of white smoke wafting into the breeze.
As he steps under the tall shadowing figure of a outdoor lamppost we see his slicked back brown hair and his emerald green eyes.
Hearing a noise he turns sharply and looks in the direction of the disturbance.
"Hello old friend"
Alexa's sarcastic greeting is met with an equally sarcastic reply
"Alexa how nice to see you"
"And you Amon. It's been a few hundred years how've you been?"
"Still the same. I still owe you one from the last time we met." His tone is ice cold as Amon speaks.
"So that's why you called me here? To settle an old score? How sad. You see I've moved on unlike you and now I am living the life."
"So I've heard. A pro wrestler now? Really? I mean really? You could do so much more but then again you always were an uncivilised savage and I see nothing had changed."
Amon says with the utmost disdain
"Well enough chit chat I have orders to kill you and that's what I'm going to do. But of course funnily enough I'm not the only one who wants to to I've brung some friends .. I believe you are well acquainted."
He clicks his fingers and out of the shadows step two figures and as she sees their faces Alexa's comes over with one of shock.
