Post by Alexa Black on Jul 21, 2014 5:33:53 GMT -5
Alexa Black...
She has only been in PCW a short while and while nothing has been gained
it seems that there is something that can be. A win here at Trauma will get things on the right path. A stepping stone to the future. A future that will be by any mmeans necessary.
A future where the past is forgotten where the pain and anguish don't torment her anymore. Where she can finally sleep without waking drenched in sweat in the middle if the night. That seemingly unobtainable peace that she yearned for.
She is sitting backstage in her locker room with a glass of red wine and a lot cigar smouldering in a metal black ash tray beside her. She knows now is HER time. They can't stop her like they did in the past because this time she would be ruthless and brutal, a merciless monster that knew nothing of limits and embraced herself wholly. Yes they knew nothing of what was to come and they wouldn't know until it was too late. And then they will wish they hadn't unleashed her and their guilt would consume them until they drown in it.
Her eyes close...
The past comes rushing back to her
Flashes of the dark place where she used to be . A padded cell in a psychiatric ward is where her mind takes her. She knows it well but wishes she didn't. This place was what she has become cold and empty inside only the voices in her head kept her company and now she trusted them. She knew that they knew what to do and why. They would be the key to get freedom. She needed to get out and away now but she knew that when the time was right she would know.
"Is this her?" A pudgy balding bespectacled man. In his 40's looks her up and down with a frown on his face. His bushy brown mustache twitching under his large bulbous nose. He's dressed in a cheap suit and tie that looks like it is 30 years out of date. It is marked with sweat and food stains signs that the owner is a slob if nothing else. His jelly belly hidden by a white shirt that just covers it. His bushy eyebrows like two caterpillars on his face that moved when he talked.
He reaches into the pocket of his brown jacket and pulls out a large black fountain pen. He looks down at his clipboard which has 6 or 7 crisp white sheets clipped into it. His eyes skim down the page noting various things as he reads on his frown is replaced by a look of horror and disgust. This woman is not what she seems at all. It's unerving that she is so eerily calm and quiet. It doesn't seem right. How could she be the sane woman the pages told him about?
"Yes" a large burly man stands beside her with his hands on her holding her down
Even though this is going on it seems as if Alexa is relaxed her body is not hiring at all at any attempt to resist or break away from the grip she just sits there saying nothing and staring straight ahead.
"She doesn't look very dangerous" the doctor says, his tone almost mocking her as if to say "You don't scare me"
But Alexa could tell this was just a lie that this fat phony was terrified of her and if the orderly was nor restraing her he would be a mile in the other direction.
He looks her up and down and writes some notes on his clipboard with his expensive fountain pen before putting it away.
"Be very careful Doctor she is a violent psychopath. She would kill you or I without thinking twice about it. She is a danger to herself and everyone around here. The man keeps his hands firmly on her keeping her in the chair she is sitting in. He knew that he couldn't let his guard down for a second otherwise they both wouldn't make it out of there in one piece.
After being overlooked by management she HAD to do something to get attention and show that she was worthy of being here. So putting a major hurt one of their major players seems to have done the trick. She was noticed and now the world was hers for the taking. But it wasn't just for attention it was also revenge. Revenge for humiliation.
Corey Steel humiliated her that night and she wouldn't forget or forgive it. No that wouldn't do. He deserves to suffer for his crime. And at Trauma I will have my chance to get what I want .
Her vision returned to the past back to that padded cell that was her home for so many years. A place of torment that turned her into herself twisting and morphing until there was only evil.
"Well now it seems that our patient here is not going anywhere according to this she is going to be here for a long long time"
The doctor tells the orderly who nods he flips the papers to the front and walks out of the cell. As he does Alexander swings her head back and slams the back of her head into the orderly's stomach
"Oof" the man doubles over with pain the wind driven out of him with the force of the blow. Alexa quickly rises up out of the chair and spins around he grabs the ordery's head and drives a knee into his temple knocking him out. He crumbles to the floor and doesn't move. She grand the keys from his belt and unlocks the door.
An alarm blares through the corridor screaming out to alert the guards who come rushing down the corridor and surround Alexa.
The first one throws a punch but she blocks it and slams her fist into his face then follows up with a kick to the stomach and a knee to the face sending him to the ground in a heap. "Come on then!" She taunts them a wicked grin comes across her face.
The other two charge but she is ready for them the first one swings his baton but she grabs his arm and punches him in the throat sending him backwards splattering and gasping for air. She raises the baton and slams it across his skull with a sickening thud and he joins his fellow guard on the floor knocked out.
The third guard hesitantly comes forward and tries to strike her with his baton but she blocks it with the other baton and kicks him in the balls she grabs him and places the baton across his throat.
She walks down the corridor to the locked gate where a security guard is stationed.
He looks up and asseses the situation.
"Open the door or I snap his neck like a French loaf." Alexa demands.
The guard seeing he has no choice reluctantly buzzes her through the door and watches as she continues up the corridor.
She sees the front door and walks to it.stepping out into the cold night air. It feels good on her skin after so long.
She knocks out the guard dropping him like a sack of potatoes and runs down to the road where a car screeches to a halt in front her" What the fuck lady!?!" The driver screams at her. She runs round to the driver side and opens it punching him in the face and throwing him out onto the road before speeding off.
Sometime later as she is sitting at a diner drinking a coffee she she spys an ad for a local wrestling company by the name of PCW. She smiles drops a bill on the counter and walks out to the car gets in and drives off.
We see her again sitting in the locker room her mind back in the present
And Gem? What of her?
She is nothing. A insignificant nobody who will be crushed under my boot if she gets in my way.
Yes things are going to be good.
This time history won't repeat itself..
She has only been in PCW a short while and while nothing has been gained
it seems that there is something that can be. A win here at Trauma will get things on the right path. A stepping stone to the future. A future that will be by any mmeans necessary.
A future where the past is forgotten where the pain and anguish don't torment her anymore. Where she can finally sleep without waking drenched in sweat in the middle if the night. That seemingly unobtainable peace that she yearned for.
She is sitting backstage in her locker room with a glass of red wine and a lot cigar smouldering in a metal black ash tray beside her. She knows now is HER time. They can't stop her like they did in the past because this time she would be ruthless and brutal, a merciless monster that knew nothing of limits and embraced herself wholly. Yes they knew nothing of what was to come and they wouldn't know until it was too late. And then they will wish they hadn't unleashed her and their guilt would consume them until they drown in it.
Her eyes close...
The past comes rushing back to her
Flashes of the dark place where she used to be . A padded cell in a psychiatric ward is where her mind takes her. She knows it well but wishes she didn't. This place was what she has become cold and empty inside only the voices in her head kept her company and now she trusted them. She knew that they knew what to do and why. They would be the key to get freedom. She needed to get out and away now but she knew that when the time was right she would know.
"Is this her?" A pudgy balding bespectacled man. In his 40's looks her up and down with a frown on his face. His bushy brown mustache twitching under his large bulbous nose. He's dressed in a cheap suit and tie that looks like it is 30 years out of date. It is marked with sweat and food stains signs that the owner is a slob if nothing else. His jelly belly hidden by a white shirt that just covers it. His bushy eyebrows like two caterpillars on his face that moved when he talked.
He reaches into the pocket of his brown jacket and pulls out a large black fountain pen. He looks down at his clipboard which has 6 or 7 crisp white sheets clipped into it. His eyes skim down the page noting various things as he reads on his frown is replaced by a look of horror and disgust. This woman is not what she seems at all. It's unerving that she is so eerily calm and quiet. It doesn't seem right. How could she be the sane woman the pages told him about?
"Yes" a large burly man stands beside her with his hands on her holding her down
Even though this is going on it seems as if Alexa is relaxed her body is not hiring at all at any attempt to resist or break away from the grip she just sits there saying nothing and staring straight ahead.
"She doesn't look very dangerous" the doctor says, his tone almost mocking her as if to say "You don't scare me"
But Alexa could tell this was just a lie that this fat phony was terrified of her and if the orderly was nor restraing her he would be a mile in the other direction.
He looks her up and down and writes some notes on his clipboard with his expensive fountain pen before putting it away.
"Be very careful Doctor she is a violent psychopath. She would kill you or I without thinking twice about it. She is a danger to herself and everyone around here. The man keeps his hands firmly on her keeping her in the chair she is sitting in. He knew that he couldn't let his guard down for a second otherwise they both wouldn't make it out of there in one piece.
After being overlooked by management she HAD to do something to get attention and show that she was worthy of being here. So putting a major hurt one of their major players seems to have done the trick. She was noticed and now the world was hers for the taking. But it wasn't just for attention it was also revenge. Revenge for humiliation.
Corey Steel humiliated her that night and she wouldn't forget or forgive it. No that wouldn't do. He deserves to suffer for his crime. And at Trauma I will have my chance to get what I want .
Her vision returned to the past back to that padded cell that was her home for so many years. A place of torment that turned her into herself twisting and morphing until there was only evil.
"Well now it seems that our patient here is not going anywhere according to this she is going to be here for a long long time"
The doctor tells the orderly who nods he flips the papers to the front and walks out of the cell. As he does Alexander swings her head back and slams the back of her head into the orderly's stomach
"Oof" the man doubles over with pain the wind driven out of him with the force of the blow. Alexa quickly rises up out of the chair and spins around he grabs the ordery's head and drives a knee into his temple knocking him out. He crumbles to the floor and doesn't move. She grand the keys from his belt and unlocks the door.
An alarm blares through the corridor screaming out to alert the guards who come rushing down the corridor and surround Alexa.
The first one throws a punch but she blocks it and slams her fist into his face then follows up with a kick to the stomach and a knee to the face sending him to the ground in a heap. "Come on then!" She taunts them a wicked grin comes across her face.
The other two charge but she is ready for them the first one swings his baton but she grabs his arm and punches him in the throat sending him backwards splattering and gasping for air. She raises the baton and slams it across his skull with a sickening thud and he joins his fellow guard on the floor knocked out.
The third guard hesitantly comes forward and tries to strike her with his baton but she blocks it with the other baton and kicks him in the balls she grabs him and places the baton across his throat.
She walks down the corridor to the locked gate where a security guard is stationed.
He looks up and asseses the situation.
"Open the door or I snap his neck like a French loaf." Alexa demands.
The guard seeing he has no choice reluctantly buzzes her through the door and watches as she continues up the corridor.
She sees the front door and walks to it.stepping out into the cold night air. It feels good on her skin after so long.
She knocks out the guard dropping him like a sack of potatoes and runs down to the road where a car screeches to a halt in front her" What the fuck lady!?!" The driver screams at her. She runs round to the driver side and opens it punching him in the face and throwing him out onto the road before speeding off.
Sometime later as she is sitting at a diner drinking a coffee she she spys an ad for a local wrestling company by the name of PCW. She smiles drops a bill on the counter and walks out to the car gets in and drives off.
We see her again sitting in the locker room her mind back in the present
And Gem? What of her?
She is nothing. A insignificant nobody who will be crushed under my boot if she gets in my way.
Yes things are going to be good.
This time history won't repeat itself..
