Before The Fall...
Mar 11, 2019 5:21:34 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Mar 11, 2019 5:21:34 GMT -5
A big black 2018 Jeep Trackhawk roars down a long winding drive that is bordered by a wave of large trees that tower over it. The car screeches down the driveway almost loosing direction on a few occasions before correctinh itself back and steering forward. The crunch of gravel can also be heard along with a storm of very strong profanity not far behind.
It comes to a halt outside a huge two story home that overlooks the city. The door swings violently open and the engine dies. A resounding bang is heard as the door slams shut followed bleep of the alarm system.
A limping and sore Alexa drags herself with some degree of difficulty to the front door of her large house her body looking like she has been on a demolition derby.
"FUCKING CUNT”
Bruises and welts and patches of blood still stain her body and her hair looks like she stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Her clothes are not much better with tips and tears that leave gaping holes and her shoes are no longer wearable after the incident that occurred on Trauma.
She curses hereslf for being to cocky and thinking that she had the last laugh against Handy who found a way to get her once again leaving her face down and him somehow still standing but only barely.
Slamming the front door behind her she hobbles up the stairs to the landing then on to her bedroom where she flops down on the bed
staring up at the ceiling.
“What the fuck do I have to do to be rid of this god damn asshole?
His never say die attitude is really starting to piss me off.
But now thanks to our beloved PCW President he has ordered me and Handy to sort things out once and for all and in a scaffold match no less...”
She thinks for a moment before laughing.
“Actually that is not a problem for me it’s not like I haven’t thrown people off high places before. Like that time I threw that guy who couldn’t pay off that high rise in Dubai...
He made a wonderful addition to the pavement. It was a work of art really. Blood and brains splattered like a dropped watermelon.”
She smiles fondly upon reminiscing this moment.
“And I can tell you Handy that I will end this at Mass Destruction !
Only unlike the other problems we seem to be having with the ring lately I can assure you what will happen to you will be NO ACCIDENT.”
“This is the end”
It comes to a halt outside a huge two story home that overlooks the city. The door swings violently open and the engine dies. A resounding bang is heard as the door slams shut followed bleep of the alarm system.
A limping and sore Alexa drags herself with some degree of difficulty to the front door of her large house her body looking like she has been on a demolition derby.
"FUCKING CUNT”
Bruises and welts and patches of blood still stain her body and her hair looks like she stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Her clothes are not much better with tips and tears that leave gaping holes and her shoes are no longer wearable after the incident that occurred on Trauma.
She curses hereslf for being to cocky and thinking that she had the last laugh against Handy who found a way to get her once again leaving her face down and him somehow still standing but only barely.
Slamming the front door behind her she hobbles up the stairs to the landing then on to her bedroom where she flops down on the bed
staring up at the ceiling.
“What the fuck do I have to do to be rid of this god damn asshole?
His never say die attitude is really starting to piss me off.
But now thanks to our beloved PCW President he has ordered me and Handy to sort things out once and for all and in a scaffold match no less...”
She thinks for a moment before laughing.
“Actually that is not a problem for me it’s not like I haven’t thrown people off high places before. Like that time I threw that guy who couldn’t pay off that high rise in Dubai...
He made a wonderful addition to the pavement. It was a work of art really. Blood and brains splattered like a dropped watermelon.”
She smiles fondly upon reminiscing this moment.
“And I can tell you Handy that I will end this at Mass Destruction !
Only unlike the other problems we seem to be having with the ring lately I can assure you what will happen to you will be NO ACCIDENT.”
“This is the end”
