Post by Alexa Black on Apr 3, 2020 20:39:59 GMT -5
A Bar somewhere in Greenville
7:45 PM
“Hey isn’t that her?”
A obese gentleman in his mid 40’s stops talking to his friend and cranes his neck to see.
The gentleman in question is balding with a broom handle moustache five o clock shadow and beady hazel eyes.
He is dressed in a cheap knock off suit that just barely fits him. The buttons themselves look like they are practicing social distancing and will pop at any second.
He adjusts the specs that sit on his portly face as he tries to focus on the object in front of him
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a tissue cleaning his glasses whilst working up the courage to go and see if what he thinks he saw is indeed who it is. Looking down he grabs his scotch and downs it in one gulp before very cautiously approaching the lady sitting at the bar.
“Uh.... hello miss”
The woman upon hearing this turns to face him her face a scowl as she looks this annoying twerp up and down. She didn’t need the irritation right now and all she wanted was to be left alone.
“What do you want tubby?” She growls at him with a sneer
“Are...are”
“Spit it out or go away” she snaps
“Are you Alexa Black?” He stammers looking down at his feet his nerves getting the better of him.
“I am” she says with a nonchalant tone
“Nobody has seen you since the incident with David Hunter and Holden Ross”
“Correct” she replies nodding
“Well they are all in for a rude awakening when I get back.”
She picks up a bottle of Everclear and pours another shot gulping it down before leaving a $50 bill on the counter.
She gets up of her stool and leaves the bar slamming the door behind her.
Black Mansion
11:45 pm
Alexa Black sits in a chair by a roaring fire her face has an evil grin spread across it and her malicious intentions are very clear to see.
“Funny thing about that is those two morons thought they had taken me out.
The sheer arrogance is astounding. It is said that those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
And like so many others they are about to find out that I don’t take kindly to people messing with me. In fact I would go so far as to say that like the others they forget how much damage I can do.
He thinks he’s got everything right where he wants it doesn’t he?
I bet he’s just going to run his mouth like the others and say “oh well she’s no threat or danger to me because she’s not in my league blah blah blah.
Well guess what David... no matter what happens
I want you to play close attention to me
She leans in and her face becomes a vision of twisted hate and anger
I AM COMING FOR YOUR FUCKING HEAD
AND I WILL SMASH IT OPEN LIKE A RIPE MELON.
You can bring your beefcake boyfriend if you want cos he’s also a target and I’ll make sure he gets his as well.”
She stops speaking and reaches down for something on the mantle piece before continuing to speak
“And as for Grimm?
Well he’s not to be underestimated or looked past either.
He and I have history yes. He knows me as well as I know him.
The legend of the Hangtown Horror is one of PCW’s most well known and well told. They say he’s not human and that he’s a boogeyman.
But I don’t fear him. And I know he doesn’t fear me either.
But if I have to beat him to pass into the next round of the Iceman Tournament then I will give my everything to do so.
No mercy will be shown or given. And none will be expected.
But whatever the outcome win or loose David Hunter is a dead man
See you soon..”
She slides her black and white mask with the Japanese kanji on it over her face as her cold eyes stare out through the mask
7:45 PM
“Hey isn’t that her?”
A obese gentleman in his mid 40’s stops talking to his friend and cranes his neck to see.
The gentleman in question is balding with a broom handle moustache five o clock shadow and beady hazel eyes.
He is dressed in a cheap knock off suit that just barely fits him. The buttons themselves look like they are practicing social distancing and will pop at any second.
He adjusts the specs that sit on his portly face as he tries to focus on the object in front of him
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a tissue cleaning his glasses whilst working up the courage to go and see if what he thinks he saw is indeed who it is. Looking down he grabs his scotch and downs it in one gulp before very cautiously approaching the lady sitting at the bar.
“Uh.... hello miss”
The woman upon hearing this turns to face him her face a scowl as she looks this annoying twerp up and down. She didn’t need the irritation right now and all she wanted was to be left alone.
“What do you want tubby?” She growls at him with a sneer
“Are...are”
“Spit it out or go away” she snaps
“Are you Alexa Black?” He stammers looking down at his feet his nerves getting the better of him.
“I am” she says with a nonchalant tone
“Nobody has seen you since the incident with David Hunter and Holden Ross”
“Correct” she replies nodding
“Well they are all in for a rude awakening when I get back.”
She picks up a bottle of Everclear and pours another shot gulping it down before leaving a $50 bill on the counter.
She gets up of her stool and leaves the bar slamming the door behind her.
Black Mansion
11:45 pm
Alexa Black sits in a chair by a roaring fire her face has an evil grin spread across it and her malicious intentions are very clear to see.
“Funny thing about that is those two morons thought they had taken me out.
The sheer arrogance is astounding. It is said that those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
And like so many others they are about to find out that I don’t take kindly to people messing with me. In fact I would go so far as to say that like the others they forget how much damage I can do.
He thinks he’s got everything right where he wants it doesn’t he?
I bet he’s just going to run his mouth like the others and say “oh well she’s no threat or danger to me because she’s not in my league blah blah blah.
Well guess what David... no matter what happens
I want you to play close attention to me
She leans in and her face becomes a vision of twisted hate and anger
I AM COMING FOR YOUR FUCKING HEAD
AND I WILL SMASH IT OPEN LIKE A RIPE MELON.
You can bring your beefcake boyfriend if you want cos he’s also a target and I’ll make sure he gets his as well.”
She stops speaking and reaches down for something on the mantle piece before continuing to speak
“And as for Grimm?
Well he’s not to be underestimated or looked past either.
He and I have history yes. He knows me as well as I know him.
The legend of the Hangtown Horror is one of PCW’s most well known and well told. They say he’s not human and that he’s a boogeyman.
But I don’t fear him. And I know he doesn’t fear me either.
But if I have to beat him to pass into the next round of the Iceman Tournament then I will give my everything to do so.
No mercy will be shown or given. And none will be expected.
But whatever the outcome win or loose David Hunter is a dead man
See you soon..”
She slides her black and white mask with the Japanese kanji on it over her face as her cold eyes stare out through the mask
