Post by Alexis Caffrey on Feb 22, 2015 20:03:47 GMT
The scene fades in on Alexis in her familiar spot at a local Starbucks.
You’re a bitch.
She looks on innocently with a bit of a shoulder shrug.
What? She told me to tell her exactly how I feel.
I couldn’t help but shake my head behind the camera as she lets out a bit of a giggle.
Oh my silly little Ana Banana. I know you haven’t been doing too much recently, but have you not been paying attention to the rest of us? Let me make it crystal clear so that your blondeness and Mercedes relative ignorance can understand. I know that us being in the main event is a shot at my fiancé. I know it’s a blatant slap in the face to him that he is not defending his Imperial Title in the main event. However, make absolutely no mistake that I am not in this match simply put for that purpose. I was put in a match to get here, a match that I won, not Mercedes, and I earned my way into this match.
The waiter interrupts and sets her mocha latte in front of her. Alexis gives the courteous nod as he walks out of the shot.
Now that I’ve earned my way here, and proved that I belong with the two of you, let me make something else perfectly clear…I’m here to win. I’m not the psychotic little side show. I’m not the whiney little girl you wish to portray me as. I’m not the weak link in this match; I’m not the third wheel.
She takes a sip of delicious coffee drink.
At the same time, I’m not going to demean the skills that either of you have as you will me. I’m not going to diminish your skills. There’s a reason the three of us are in this match ladies. Mercedes got her shot, I got mine, and Ana Valentine, you silly little vanilla latte, you beat Amber Richards for that belt. Each of us has shown off our skills, and it is now time to show who has the best of those skills by the end of the night.
Another sip followed by a long “AHHHHHH!”
That really is yummy.
Now Ana, obviously, as of now has the edge in the skills department. There’s a reason she is walking into Danger Zone with the belt, with the target on her back. There comes a time though where you just talk way too damn much and it bugstheeverlivinghelloutofme!
You talk about me like I’m nothing. You talk about my fiancé like he’s a piece of trash, yet you’re in bed with Alex Jones, so I guess people have to consider the source. Your opinions may not mean a lot, but in the end, so far at least, you’ve been able to back them up. You’ve had battles with some of the best women this company has had to offer; names like Amber Richards, Eternity, and Jessica Reed and you’ve held your own. There’s a reason you’re talked about as one of the best women’s wrestlers ever. I have to ask you though…are you content? Are you satisfied with being considered “one of the best”? I know I wouldn’t be. I know that when my career is said and done I don’t want to be “one of the best”. When all my matches are complete, I want to be “THE” best.
I want there to be no debate.
I want there to be no discussion.
So to do that I have to win, I have to beat the likes of you, the likes of Amber Richards, the likes of Mercedes Vargas, though that just comes naturally, because I have to remove that doubt. Titles help remove that doubt. Success helps remove that doubt. You have it now, I want it now and later. It starts with me beating the two of you at Danger Zone and raising that pretty little title high above my head, hearing my name called out as the NEEEEEW IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPION!
The scene fades as she takes another sip of her deliciously sweet drink.
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“Let The Planning Begin”
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. A certain page catches my eye as I stare at a slender brunette in the most gorgeous of wedding gowns. I can’t help but stare a moment at the intricate weaving of fabrics before my eyes glance up and notice the ring on my ring finger. The thoughts of a grand wedding with friends and family present danced through my head and caused a smile to slowly stretch across my face. As I gaze at my finger I didn’t hear the footsteps of my fiancé walking into the room. He stops and looks down, seeing me in deep thought.
What is it babe?
I snap out of my trance-like state and look up.
Nothing really. I was just admiring this girl in the dress and it got me thinking.
Oh?
He walks over and sits on the couch next to me.
Thinking how you’d look in that dress?
Something like that.
You’d look good in a cut up potato sack.
I couldn’t help but giggle. I knew he loved me. The ring on my finger was a symbol of that love, but I wanted a little bit more, I wanted the whole thing with the fanciness, the harmony, the pure joy that is a wedding. I think he could sense that.
You really want all that huh?
I nodded.
I would, but I know we agreed on a longer engagement.
We did. I’ve heard the words said backstage, and some in public, not to mention the numerous Twitter followers who bug me about sealing the deal. I’m not doing this because of them, but how would you like to start planning?
My ears perked. I was certainly ready for all of this to happen.
Are you serious!?
To see that much joy on my face obviously made him happy as was evident by the smile that stretched across his face as he nodded.
I am. I feel we’re ready for it, don’t you?
I over-anxiously nodded as I jumped up and tucked my legs under me.
Oh my God YES! I’ve just been waiting for you to say something because I didn’t want to pressure you, but I’ve been ready for this since the day you put the engagement ring on my finger.
Okay then, it’s settled. Let’s start with a date.
I thought for a moment and sprung to life with a great idea.
Wellll, my birthday is the nineteenth and yours is the twenty-fourth, what about in between?
The twenty-first?
I nodded again.
Yeah, it’s perfect. It’s a Saturday, so there’s immune system boost to worry about and it should be nice and warm by then, if not we can plan it for California.
He looked at me funny.
What?
You do know that’s in less than a month? That’s a lot of planning to fit into that little window.
Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
It’s all yours.
YAAAY!
I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around him, planting a nice passionate kiss right on his lips.
You’ll love it…I promise.
He smiled as he kissed me back.
I’d love it if we wore overalls and got married in a barn. As long as you’re there, and I’m there…it’ll be perfect.
The scene fades as we kiss some more on the couch.
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We come back to Alexis at the same Starbucks location.
We got from the boring vanilla latte that is Ana Banana and we go to my favorite little cookie and cream iced coffee, Mercedes Vargas. The one who came up with this oh so great little stipulation. I mean, who saw a Triple Threat Last Diamond Standing match coming? I mean, I would have much rather had a ladder match, or a cage match, but you want to get knocked out instead. It works for me, I’m not above knocking anyone out, or finding a little way to keep someone down for the count of ten.
She takes another sip of her delicious drink.
I hope you realize Mercy that what I said on Sacrifice wasn’t just to get under your skin. It wasn’t my way of taking a dig at you. I’ve faced you three times here in IWF and I’ve beaten you each…and every…single…time. So what’s the difference this time around? You added a new wrinkle, a new way for me to beat you and I enjoy taking that challenge. I told you the stipulation wouldn’t matter, I would beat you again, and I meant every word.
She gulps down the last of her drink and tosses it in a nearby trash can.
Mercedes, there’s really not much that I can say about you or to you that I haven’t said before. I know you’re a challenge to an extent. That’s not arrogance, it’s simple truth. You’ve taken me to the brink and yet you think you’d learn that you have to push me over the edge, but time and time again you fail. You have another opportunity to do so and all I can say is, Bring It!
She stands to her feet and politely pushes in her seat.
No matter how either of you frame this, we’re going to be in a massive battle. There’s a possibility someone will get hurt in this match, it’s almost a certainty. The object is the hold your opponent down for ten seconds. That’s hard enough to do to one opponent, but two? This match doesn’t require the best skill, or the best ability. It requires brutality, it requires stamina, and it requires the will to win. I have all of those and I’ve proven it over and over again. I will prove it again at Danger Zone, and it will be my absolute pleasure to show you both…first hand.
She walks out of the screen as the feed cuts.
You’re a bitch.
She looks on innocently with a bit of a shoulder shrug.
What? She told me to tell her exactly how I feel.
I couldn’t help but shake my head behind the camera as she lets out a bit of a giggle.
Oh my silly little Ana Banana. I know you haven’t been doing too much recently, but have you not been paying attention to the rest of us? Let me make it crystal clear so that your blondeness and Mercedes relative ignorance can understand. I know that us being in the main event is a shot at my fiancé. I know it’s a blatant slap in the face to him that he is not defending his Imperial Title in the main event. However, make absolutely no mistake that I am not in this match simply put for that purpose. I was put in a match to get here, a match that I won, not Mercedes, and I earned my way into this match.
The waiter interrupts and sets her mocha latte in front of her. Alexis gives the courteous nod as he walks out of the shot.
Now that I’ve earned my way here, and proved that I belong with the two of you, let me make something else perfectly clear…I’m here to win. I’m not the psychotic little side show. I’m not the whiney little girl you wish to portray me as. I’m not the weak link in this match; I’m not the third wheel.
She takes a sip of delicious coffee drink.
At the same time, I’m not going to demean the skills that either of you have as you will me. I’m not going to diminish your skills. There’s a reason the three of us are in this match ladies. Mercedes got her shot, I got mine, and Ana Valentine, you silly little vanilla latte, you beat Amber Richards for that belt. Each of us has shown off our skills, and it is now time to show who has the best of those skills by the end of the night.
Another sip followed by a long “AHHHHHH!”
That really is yummy.
Now Ana, obviously, as of now has the edge in the skills department. There’s a reason she is walking into Danger Zone with the belt, with the target on her back. There comes a time though where you just talk way too damn much and it bugstheeverlivinghelloutofme!
You talk about me like I’m nothing. You talk about my fiancé like he’s a piece of trash, yet you’re in bed with Alex Jones, so I guess people have to consider the source. Your opinions may not mean a lot, but in the end, so far at least, you’ve been able to back them up. You’ve had battles with some of the best women this company has had to offer; names like Amber Richards, Eternity, and Jessica Reed and you’ve held your own. There’s a reason you’re talked about as one of the best women’s wrestlers ever. I have to ask you though…are you content? Are you satisfied with being considered “one of the best”? I know I wouldn’t be. I know that when my career is said and done I don’t want to be “one of the best”. When all my matches are complete, I want to be “THE” best.
I want there to be no debate.
I want there to be no discussion.
So to do that I have to win, I have to beat the likes of you, the likes of Amber Richards, the likes of Mercedes Vargas, though that just comes naturally, because I have to remove that doubt. Titles help remove that doubt. Success helps remove that doubt. You have it now, I want it now and later. It starts with me beating the two of you at Danger Zone and raising that pretty little title high above my head, hearing my name called out as the NEEEEEW IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPION!
The scene fades as she takes another sip of her deliciously sweet drink.
********************
“Let The Planning Begin”
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. A certain page catches my eye as I stare at a slender brunette in the most gorgeous of wedding gowns. I can’t help but stare a moment at the intricate weaving of fabrics before my eyes glance up and notice the ring on my ring finger. The thoughts of a grand wedding with friends and family present danced through my head and caused a smile to slowly stretch across my face. As I gaze at my finger I didn’t hear the footsteps of my fiancé walking into the room. He stops and looks down, seeing me in deep thought.
What is it babe?
I snap out of my trance-like state and look up.
Nothing really. I was just admiring this girl in the dress and it got me thinking.
Oh?
He walks over and sits on the couch next to me.
Thinking how you’d look in that dress?
Something like that.
You’d look good in a cut up potato sack.
I couldn’t help but giggle. I knew he loved me. The ring on my finger was a symbol of that love, but I wanted a little bit more, I wanted the whole thing with the fanciness, the harmony, the pure joy that is a wedding. I think he could sense that.
You really want all that huh?
I nodded.
I would, but I know we agreed on a longer engagement.
We did. I’ve heard the words said backstage, and some in public, not to mention the numerous Twitter followers who bug me about sealing the deal. I’m not doing this because of them, but how would you like to start planning?
My ears perked. I was certainly ready for all of this to happen.
Are you serious!?
To see that much joy on my face obviously made him happy as was evident by the smile that stretched across his face as he nodded.
I am. I feel we’re ready for it, don’t you?
I over-anxiously nodded as I jumped up and tucked my legs under me.
Oh my God YES! I’ve just been waiting for you to say something because I didn’t want to pressure you, but I’ve been ready for this since the day you put the engagement ring on my finger.
Okay then, it’s settled. Let’s start with a date.
I thought for a moment and sprung to life with a great idea.
Wellll, my birthday is the nineteenth and yours is the twenty-fourth, what about in between?
The twenty-first?
I nodded again.
Yeah, it’s perfect. It’s a Saturday, so there’s immune system boost to worry about and it should be nice and warm by then, if not we can plan it for California.
He looked at me funny.
What?
You do know that’s in less than a month? That’s a lot of planning to fit into that little window.
Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
It’s all yours.
YAAAY!
I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around him, planting a nice passionate kiss right on his lips.
You’ll love it…I promise.
He smiled as he kissed me back.
I’d love it if we wore overalls and got married in a barn. As long as you’re there, and I’m there…it’ll be perfect.
The scene fades as we kiss some more on the couch.
********************
We come back to Alexis at the same Starbucks location.
We got from the boring vanilla latte that is Ana Banana and we go to my favorite little cookie and cream iced coffee, Mercedes Vargas. The one who came up with this oh so great little stipulation. I mean, who saw a Triple Threat Last Diamond Standing match coming? I mean, I would have much rather had a ladder match, or a cage match, but you want to get knocked out instead. It works for me, I’m not above knocking anyone out, or finding a little way to keep someone down for the count of ten.
She takes another sip of her delicious drink.
I hope you realize Mercy that what I said on Sacrifice wasn’t just to get under your skin. It wasn’t my way of taking a dig at you. I’ve faced you three times here in IWF and I’ve beaten you each…and every…single…time. So what’s the difference this time around? You added a new wrinkle, a new way for me to beat you and I enjoy taking that challenge. I told you the stipulation wouldn’t matter, I would beat you again, and I meant every word.
She gulps down the last of her drink and tosses it in a nearby trash can.
Mercedes, there’s really not much that I can say about you or to you that I haven’t said before. I know you’re a challenge to an extent. That’s not arrogance, it’s simple truth. You’ve taken me to the brink and yet you think you’d learn that you have to push me over the edge, but time and time again you fail. You have another opportunity to do so and all I can say is, Bring It!
She stands to her feet and politely pushes in her seat.
No matter how either of you frame this, we’re going to be in a massive battle. There’s a possibility someone will get hurt in this match, it’s almost a certainty. The object is the hold your opponent down for ten seconds. That’s hard enough to do to one opponent, but two? This match doesn’t require the best skill, or the best ability. It requires brutality, it requires stamina, and it requires the will to win. I have all of those and I’ve proven it over and over again. I will prove it again at Danger Zone, and it will be my absolute pleasure to show you both…first hand.
She walks out of the screen as the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.