Project Blackwidow Part 4: Something Broken Something New
Aug 14, 2017 5:33:19 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Aug 14, 2017 5:33:19 GMT -5
A gleeful Alexa Syria backstage to a round of applause from her two associates who are all smiles as they watch Gabriel lying unconscious on a backstage monitor.
The unprovoked and savage assault at the annual Icey awards was not just some random attack. It was a precise planned and brutal beating.
It sent Gabriel a message that he couldn't ignore and that those who had faced her knew all too well.
"Well done Alexa! That is how you send a message! He knew we were coming for him at Return To Glory but tonight he got a taste of what is to come."
James King's face is a picture of smugness as his voice praises her for a bad deed well done. The trio walk off down the hall past the last smattering of people left backstage shutting down the arena for the night.
"The best part is he's been left alone for this match. His puppet master Seromine is too busy looking out for Nathan Saniti to worry about what Gabriel is doing. I believe that Seromiine thinks that his lackey is more than capable of standing up to me and retaining his title. Alexa intones her voice firm and clear.
They come to the door that marks the back exit to the PCW arena and push it open stepping out into the crisp cool night air. Looking up Alexa smiles as she sees a blue sky dotted with stars twinkling like LED's
"Truth is he's a sitting duck and he knows it. Have you heard what he's been saying about me?
To be fair most of it is true and accurate. I am a sinner I can't be saved, not that you or your master ever could and I will not stop until I have what i want. But he thinks I am just going to be a walkover. What an arrogant idiot. I swear so many people in this company have their heads up their ass I'm surprised anything gets done around here.
They cross the parking lot to a big black ML65 AMG that sits like a patient dog awaiting its master. King opens the passenger door for Alexa and she climbs in and Masters follows her before the door slams shut behind them. King slips into the drivers seat and turns on the engine which goes from a low burble to an almost pained roar as a foot is planted on the gas pedal.
I guess when he was "Reborn"
and saved by Seromine he must have developed a sudden case of amnesia. Because I was the one who broke him I was the one who took everything away and left him a shell with nothing to live for.
And now that he is champion and under Seromine's guidance he truly feels that he is ok and that no harm can come to him?
Nope. There is no force holy or unholy that can stop me when I set my mind to something and I have set my mind to the task of destroying him and watching him devolve back to the pitiful pathetic wretch we know he truly is.
That Championship WILL be mine and there is nothing else to say.
The SUV drives off into the night and towards the airport...
24 Hours later
Outer suburban Los Angeles
"Where the hell are we?" Steven Masters gravelly baritone broke the silence with his question. Looking around neither of the two men had any. clue where they were. All they could see was a plain brick house surrounded by plants that had long since died from neglect.
The windows were boarded due to repeated attacks of vandalism. Spray paint tags litter it's walls.
There is still police tape across the door that means to keep people out but Alexa of course ignores it and rips it off before kicking the door off its hinges.
Walking in with her companions following behind her she walks into a 70's deco kitchen filled with plastic and wood. The floors are filthy and littered with trash
"Again I ask.. what the hell is this place and why are we here?" Masters grumbles.
"This is my house... where I grew up.. I just bought it. I think with some work this place could be liveable and again. Where you are standing is where my parents were murdered in front of me..
"What the actual fuck?!?" Masters exclaims stepping immediately to his right a horrified expression on his face.
"Yes. This is where I began to become the woman I am today. This was the turning point. Here was where I first lusted for blood and where I first killed taking the lives of those who took my parents. I was only 10 but I knew what I wanted to do and I did it without hesitation.
And that is what I am bringing to Return To Glory. A turning point in my career. Fuelled by bloodlust and focused like a laser there is nothing
I won't do to take that title. He has been broken and glued back together but he hasn't been fully healed. He's cracked and fragile like a vase.
All I have to do is give him a little push an he will shatter..."
She laughs evilly. As she continues to show her friends around her former home.
The unprovoked and savage assault at the annual Icey awards was not just some random attack. It was a precise planned and brutal beating.
It sent Gabriel a message that he couldn't ignore and that those who had faced her knew all too well.
"Well done Alexa! That is how you send a message! He knew we were coming for him at Return To Glory but tonight he got a taste of what is to come."
James King's face is a picture of smugness as his voice praises her for a bad deed well done. The trio walk off down the hall past the last smattering of people left backstage shutting down the arena for the night.
"The best part is he's been left alone for this match. His puppet master Seromine is too busy looking out for Nathan Saniti to worry about what Gabriel is doing. I believe that Seromiine thinks that his lackey is more than capable of standing up to me and retaining his title. Alexa intones her voice firm and clear.
They come to the door that marks the back exit to the PCW arena and push it open stepping out into the crisp cool night air. Looking up Alexa smiles as she sees a blue sky dotted with stars twinkling like LED's
"Truth is he's a sitting duck and he knows it. Have you heard what he's been saying about me?
To be fair most of it is true and accurate. I am a sinner I can't be saved, not that you or your master ever could and I will not stop until I have what i want. But he thinks I am just going to be a walkover. What an arrogant idiot. I swear so many people in this company have their heads up their ass I'm surprised anything gets done around here.
They cross the parking lot to a big black ML65 AMG that sits like a patient dog awaiting its master. King opens the passenger door for Alexa and she climbs in and Masters follows her before the door slams shut behind them. King slips into the drivers seat and turns on the engine which goes from a low burble to an almost pained roar as a foot is planted on the gas pedal.
I guess when he was "Reborn"
and saved by Seromine he must have developed a sudden case of amnesia. Because I was the one who broke him I was the one who took everything away and left him a shell with nothing to live for.
And now that he is champion and under Seromine's guidance he truly feels that he is ok and that no harm can come to him?
Nope. There is no force holy or unholy that can stop me when I set my mind to something and I have set my mind to the task of destroying him and watching him devolve back to the pitiful pathetic wretch we know he truly is.
That Championship WILL be mine and there is nothing else to say.
The SUV drives off into the night and towards the airport...
24 Hours later
Outer suburban Los Angeles
"Where the hell are we?" Steven Masters gravelly baritone broke the silence with his question. Looking around neither of the two men had any. clue where they were. All they could see was a plain brick house surrounded by plants that had long since died from neglect.
The windows were boarded due to repeated attacks of vandalism. Spray paint tags litter it's walls.
There is still police tape across the door that means to keep people out but Alexa of course ignores it and rips it off before kicking the door off its hinges.
Walking in with her companions following behind her she walks into a 70's deco kitchen filled with plastic and wood. The floors are filthy and littered with trash
"Again I ask.. what the hell is this place and why are we here?" Masters grumbles.
"This is my house... where I grew up.. I just bought it. I think with some work this place could be liveable and again. Where you are standing is where my parents were murdered in front of me..
"What the actual fuck?!?" Masters exclaims stepping immediately to his right a horrified expression on his face.
"Yes. This is where I began to become the woman I am today. This was the turning point. Here was where I first lusted for blood and where I first killed taking the lives of those who took my parents. I was only 10 but I knew what I wanted to do and I did it without hesitation.
And that is what I am bringing to Return To Glory. A turning point in my career. Fuelled by bloodlust and focused like a laser there is nothing
I won't do to take that title. He has been broken and glued back together but he hasn't been fully healed. He's cracked and fragile like a vase.
All I have to do is give him a little push an he will shatter..."
She laughs evilly. As she continues to show her friends around her former home.
