Post by Alexis Caffrey on Feb 1, 2016 4:29:57 GMT
I don’t get it.
The scene opens up to Alexis, sitting on a flight of stairs, possibly in the arena, somewhere in the deep dark recesses of its corridors. She’s all alone, not a single person in sight…well…other than me…with the camera. She holds the IWF Diamonds Title in her hands, cradling it with her fingers peering over the top, her fingertips touching the gold plate as she stares down at it shaking her head.
I’ve done everything right by each and every one of you. I’ve given opportunities to those who otherwise may have never gotten one, and I’ve brought to light so many new names in this division, the likes of which an Ana Valentine or Jones, or whatever her name is nowadays, and Amber Richards could only dream.
She looks up into the camera and seems as if she’s almost on the verge of tears, her brown eyes staring into the camera.
And yet you all cast me as the villain. I’m not good enough to hold this title according to some. To others I’m not good enough to defend it for the entire length of my title reign. Then there’s some who proclaim over and over again that I’m some sort of coward; that I don’t have what it takes to carry this division to new, bigger, and better heights.
She looks down, her shoulders motion up and down from side to side, and the whimpering sounds of deep sorrow can be heard as she cries beneath her arm until suddenly it stops. She looks up slowly from her arm, the demeanor in her face a complete one-eighty from that of which it was mere seconds ago. There’s a burning fire in her eyes and as she raises her head to its peak, we see the devilish grin on her face.
That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to think you broke me down. You all thought that with your harsh words and your stupidity, you could tear me down into a little ball of nothing, cast me aside, and face one another for MY championship…MY BABY!
The one material item that means more than any other to me in this entire world!?
And they say I’m crazy…
She takes the title and turns it to the camera, displaying it in all of its glory as she goes on with her war of words against those who dare challenge her at Metamorphosis.
Let’s start with the person who made this match…little Miss Perfect, Kat Conway. She’s doing you all a favor really. She’s making it so that the three of you can cast away your differences and get rid of me. She’s giving you the opportunity to make it a fair playing field, because let’s face it…I’ve beaten you all before…and as much as she tries oh so hard to help you…I’ll do it again.
She holds out her right hand.
She saw you band against me. She saw the mutiny rising from the muck and decided she needed a little insurance policy, so she…inserted…um…Emma…Danielson?
That same right hand comes crashing into her forehead as she can’t believe the ignorance, the liability, the overall lack of sense, the move made.
Why? What insurance is she really Kathy? Can you comfortably sit behind you’re pretty oak, desk and relax, knowing that your buddy is in this match despite the fact that other than a slight blip on television under your wing, doing your dirty work, she’s been a complete and utter failure to date?
I mean come on…Hardcore Hellion? Really?
Lately, she’s been nothing more than a Hardcore Hooker, running around doing her pimp, in this case for you morons, Kathy’s bidding.
Face it Emma, nobody is afraid of you, nobody is intimidated, because we all know the end game. You walk down the ramp, you huff, and you puff, and you blow…no…wait…you choke. You’ve had your chance to show your beaten, battered face on television, you’ve had all the opportunities in the world to prove you are that bad bitch from a company once upon a time, and you had the chance to prove your worth to the world…
She smacks her hands together causing a loud, thunderous clap to echo around her.
…and you fell flat on your face.
She readjusts the title in her lap, one stroke on the top, appreciating its value with each passing second.
So what the hell could you represent that would possibly make Kathy think you’re worth putting in this match other than maybe a distraction, keeping one of the others at bay while I wrap myself around the other and make her scream for her mommy, only to realize she’s not coming, and tap out in the center of the ring?
She points into the camera, a stern look in her eye, lecturing Emma as if she were right in front of her.
You’re nothing Emma. Not now, not ever. You’re a sideshow with absolutely no ambition to go anywhere in life. You’re completely fine with sitting there and letting the world pass you by like the pathetic little lackey that you are. Enjoy the cellar. Enjoy all that surrounds me here Emma; the darkness, the emptiness, that feeling of being alone and having nobody care about you, because standing in that ring while the referee holds MY title in the air is about as close as you will EVER get.
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“Into the Fold Part 1”
I walked down the hall after a hard fought match with Esperanza Serranto on the November 23rd edition of Sacrifice, patting my face dry with a towel as the beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I tossed the towel in a nearby bin and continued to the catering table where I grabbed a bottle of water before heading down the hall to the locker room area. As I walked, I heard fast approaching footsteps behind me and turned only to have the crap scared out of me by the Garcia Twins.
WHOA!
My stop must have startled them as they tried to stop and we all kind of braced one another before stabilizing.
Uh…hi?
That was close.
Yeah…you shouldn’t just stop like that Lexi.
I…uh…um…huh?
I shook my head, not really wanting an answer before inquiring about why they were running at me full steam ahead.
What did you two want?
They collected themselves.
We wanted to catch you before you started getting ready to go. We talked to Ms. Conway…we’re in!
A smile crossed my face. I wanted my own stable, something that could make an impact…something I could call my own…and now it was here.
Yeah, it wasn’t really that hard of a decision. We want our name out there, you want to help us do that…and at the same time leave your own footprint on this division, this company as a whole, so really, it’s a win-win for everyone.
I was overcome with a joy that was almost indescribable. This was the company, putting its faith in me, to pull this off. I had the ball in my hands, and now it was time to run with it.
You two don’t know how glad I am. I went to her with the idea of wanting to elevate the other talent around here. I wanted to put previously unknown names into the eyes of the audience whereas my predecessors focused more on their own goals, I want to help everyone achieve to their potential around here…make this belt, this division, mean something again.
Paige interjected.
I mean, that’s what this is really about. There are singular goals, but in the end, to leave a legacy, you have to leave the place better than when you got there.
I nodded.
Exactly.
Then your legacy gets passed on, which allows us to establish our own, and at the same time, by being by the side of the champion, we enhance our own brand as well.
Indeed.
So like I said…win-win.
I wrapped my arms around their shoulders as we started back down the hallway.
That it is girls…that it is.
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The flashbulbs of camera could be seen, the shutter “click” sound being heard rapidly and repeatedly as Alexis holds her hands up, shielding her eyes from the light.
Enough.
The flashes all stop in an instant. Alexis lowers her hands to reveal the black, sparkling dress she’s decided to wear, the Diamonds Title wrapped around her shoulder.
This is what you truly want, isn’t it Crystal? You want to be adored by the public, cheered as you go by waving your hand like a stuck up spoiled princess. You want your name, no matter what it is, to mean something again…something you haven’t had in quite some time.
She holds her arms out to the side as the cameras start flashing again.
You want the people to take your picture. You want your fans to hang your posters in their bedrooms, and you want little girls to look up to you and one day wish they were you…
She then grabs at the front of the dress and tears it from her body, revealing the jean shorts, cut off tank-top, and Chuck Taylors we’ve all become accustom to.
You’re the only one sweetie. I want what I already have…
She holds out the title belt.
THIS!
She slides the title back over her shoulder.
Crystal, I told you last week that what Vasco said before was true. This here, the time we live in, is the Era of Caffrey. This is MY TIME. This title is mine…and just like before…you still can’t have it no matter how much you desire it.
She walks up to a wall and leans back on it, placing the sole of one of her feet up against it.
I told you a lot last week Crystal. I let things be so clear that even you could understand…get it? Crystal clear.
I told you that you were once that fiery spark plug that I liked. You had the attitude, and the gift of gab, but hey…apparently I hand out praise too soon…ask Fiona when we’re in the ring at Metamorphosis.
I then turned on you. I told you that you, like Emma, were a worthless excuse of a woman; incapable of lacing my Chucks. Your name, Hilton or Millar is utterly useless and worthless because not a single person in this industry, fan or co-worker truly gives a damn about you.
She snickers a bit, realizing how much her words must be stinging the over-inflated ego of Crystal.
I can’t help but laugh. I told you about your complacency. I then thought about just how long you’ve been around in both NCW and here in IWF, and I realize how much better than you I truly am.
She points to the camera.
While you’ve pretty much been here all along, you’ve had nothing more than a worthless half a Ruby Title Reign for a month, and I’ve held this beautiful title, my precious belonging, not once…but twice, and for a total of 227 DAYS!
She rubs her title once up and once down before leaning in and kissing it like the cherished possession it is before turning back to the lens of the camera.
That must hurt that big head of yours, huh Crystal? To know that I’ve been here a fraction of the time you’ve been around in this business and yet I’ve accomplished so much more. I mean, do you even grasp what 227 days in totality really means?
No?
It means that I’m a mere twenty-five days away from claiming the longest tenure of combined time as Diamonds Champion…and unlike the current record holder, it only took me two times…not three…a feat you could only hope and pray to achieve at least once.
She shrugs her shoulders.
It may one day happen for you Crystal, hell, you may luck into a victory at Metamorphosis…but then again…I doubt it.
I doubt you…
And most importantly…you doubt yourself, whereas I am Champion…I know it…and I love every single minute of it.
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“Into the Fold Part 2”
There was a method to the madness that was my little plan to ascend the division to new heights. I had the backing of the company, the head of the division, and now my two star pupils, the Garcias. It was time to lay out the plan. I was told to start this as soon as possible, so my time was all into this one idea.
I was sitting at the table of the hotel restaurant, a Starbucks coffee in front of me, and two more opposite me on the other side of the table. I took a sip as I waited, soon hearing the bell of the elevator ringing throughout the immediate area. I turned my head and saw the Garcias with smiles on their faces, Paige in a cute little red and black dress with heels to match, her sister, the exact opposite, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. I smiled as the imagery made me appreciate them just a tad bit more as they came up to the table prompting me to stand as I hugged them both.
Hey girly.
Good morning.
Morning.
Morning.
They sat on the opposite side of the table…Paige immediately fixating her glare upon the helpless cup of warmed beverage. She looked up and pointed to herself.
For me?
I nodded.
I hope you don’t mind. I thought we could all use a little sugar this morning as we go over things.
You just became my best friend ever…
She turned to her sister.
Sorry Sis.
They had a playful hip bump and shove as sisters do. We all took sips of the tasty, sugary beverages before I started to lay out what was going on.
So obviously, I’m the head of the group. We don’t have a name, and quite honestly, I don’t think we need one for what I want to accomplish.
The two nodded in agreement.
The thought of this isn’t too far off from classic groups of the past in wrestling. We’re all going to work for the betterment of each other, but in the end, the leader gets credit, which eventually will cause your characters to feel jealousy down the line, lash out, and start something bigger that will propel the two of you into the spotlight.
I love the spotlight.
In the process, you elevate your opponents by making them go through us, or stall them by us going through them before they can finally make the accent to you, eventually earning a title shot and whatnot.
Exactly. And even if they lose, after all the fighting they had to do to get themselves in position for a title shot, should be enough to get their name out there and elevate them as well.
And like you said…in the end, we turn on you or something along those lines, and you then elevate us.
I nodded.
I’m so glad we’re on the same page. This needs to be our everything though. We should be around each other more often, train together, get to know each other, basically add me in as the third sister, I want us to be that close.
The two nodded as I stuck my finger into the table top.
This right here is a huge opportunity for us, and for the Diamonds Division. We have the chance to pull something off that is rarely seen in wrestling on the women’s side because in the past, the roster has either been too small, or everyone has been out for themselves. This is going to be an exciting time, and we get to be the catalysts of it. I just want to make sure that the two of you are all in.
I’m definitely game.
Me too.
Good. Let’s grab these, and maybe go explore the town a little bit?
The two nod as the three of us grabbed our drinks and headed out the front door of the hotel and out onto the streets.
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And then there was one…and her name is Fiona.
For weeks on end you’ve basically called me a coward. You’d tell anyone who listened or read on Twitter that I was hiding behind the Devilish Duo that is the Garcia Twins. You told the world that I had say in who it was I defended MY title against, and yet here you are…with a shot. Here you are in the spotlight, a chance to take this title from my waist, strap it around yours and claim the glory all for yourself.
At least that’s what you’re hoping for.
As the scene fades in, Alexis is sitting on a park bench in Cleveland, her home, her LAND…and as queen she’s recognized by a few passers-by and she then focuses on the task at hand, looking into the camera with the Diamonds Title firmly in her possession, just like it will be when she defeats the troubled three at Metamorphosis.
Unfortunately, hopes and dreams are all you have Fiona. What you’ll have coming at Metamorphosis is a lot like Kharma…I call them “Just Deserts”. You see, for the longest time now, even when I’ve had nothing to do with you, you’ve consistently tried to call me out, and no matter how many times I smack you down, you’re like a gnat…you keep buzzing in my face.
She waves her hand around in front of her face, making a buzzing sound before finally smacking it down with her other hand into her lap.
No more buzzing.
This is your shot to do what nobody else has been able to do. You’re being given an opportunity, and for your sake, you should probably do whatever it is you have to do to achieve victory, because that’s what I’m going to do…it’s what I’ve always done, it’s what my husband taught me in this business, it’s the same method he himself applies to his craft, and a run as Imperial Champion for him, and two reigns as Diamonds Champion for me, prove the theory to work quite well.
She scoots forward on the bench, leaning forward, holding out her hands, palms face up.
You see Fiona, a leopard never changes its spots and I myself never have claimed to. All along I told my doubters that I would prove them wrong. I never once said I would do it morally; I never once claimed my methods would be pure. I said I would do it…and to this day, and for many more going forward, I plan on doing just that…I don’t care if you like it or not.
She stands from her seat and crosses her arms.
I never once said I was a role model for little girls all around the world, though I should be, they could stand to learn a thing or two. I never once said I was there hero, nor that I wanted to be. What I am is an inspiration to people as a whole. I proved that a little girl with a prostitute for a mother, moving from hotel to hotel, school to school, could one day succeed in this cruel, unforgiving world by putting her mind and body on the line, and working hard at perfecting her craft. I showed the world and doubters like yourself that I could do so, not by conforming the society’s rules, your rules, or anyone else’s, but by walking to the beat of my own drum, being myself, and doing things my way, never accepting failure.
She points to the camera.
That’s where you…
She points to herself.
…And I differ. You accept failure…I learn from it. That’s why I am now, and will be after Metamorphosis…your reigning…defending…ever-deserving Diamonds Champions…and you’re not.
Try little engines that could…try as hard as you can to not be obscene failures in this company, and more importantly life. Try no longer to live in my shadow…so that when I cast you back into it…it will be that much sweeter when I am announced victorious.
The doubters, the naysayers, they will all be shut up once more as the odds are stacked against me, and yet I overcome them once more. I don’t care if its Emma, Crystal, or Fiona…in the end the only one left standing with MY BABY held high overhead…is ME!
She walks out of scene as the feed cuts.
The scene opens up to Alexis, sitting on a flight of stairs, possibly in the arena, somewhere in the deep dark recesses of its corridors. She’s all alone, not a single person in sight…well…other than me…with the camera. She holds the IWF Diamonds Title in her hands, cradling it with her fingers peering over the top, her fingertips touching the gold plate as she stares down at it shaking her head.
I’ve done everything right by each and every one of you. I’ve given opportunities to those who otherwise may have never gotten one, and I’ve brought to light so many new names in this division, the likes of which an Ana Valentine or Jones, or whatever her name is nowadays, and Amber Richards could only dream.
She looks up into the camera and seems as if she’s almost on the verge of tears, her brown eyes staring into the camera.
And yet you all cast me as the villain. I’m not good enough to hold this title according to some. To others I’m not good enough to defend it for the entire length of my title reign. Then there’s some who proclaim over and over again that I’m some sort of coward; that I don’t have what it takes to carry this division to new, bigger, and better heights.
She looks down, her shoulders motion up and down from side to side, and the whimpering sounds of deep sorrow can be heard as she cries beneath her arm until suddenly it stops. She looks up slowly from her arm, the demeanor in her face a complete one-eighty from that of which it was mere seconds ago. There’s a burning fire in her eyes and as she raises her head to its peak, we see the devilish grin on her face.
That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to think you broke me down. You all thought that with your harsh words and your stupidity, you could tear me down into a little ball of nothing, cast me aside, and face one another for MY championship…MY BABY!
The one material item that means more than any other to me in this entire world!?
And they say I’m crazy…
She takes the title and turns it to the camera, displaying it in all of its glory as she goes on with her war of words against those who dare challenge her at Metamorphosis.
Let’s start with the person who made this match…little Miss Perfect, Kat Conway. She’s doing you all a favor really. She’s making it so that the three of you can cast away your differences and get rid of me. She’s giving you the opportunity to make it a fair playing field, because let’s face it…I’ve beaten you all before…and as much as she tries oh so hard to help you…I’ll do it again.
She holds out her right hand.
She saw you band against me. She saw the mutiny rising from the muck and decided she needed a little insurance policy, so she…inserted…um…Emma…Danielson?
That same right hand comes crashing into her forehead as she can’t believe the ignorance, the liability, the overall lack of sense, the move made.
Why? What insurance is she really Kathy? Can you comfortably sit behind you’re pretty oak, desk and relax, knowing that your buddy is in this match despite the fact that other than a slight blip on television under your wing, doing your dirty work, she’s been a complete and utter failure to date?
I mean come on…Hardcore Hellion? Really?
Lately, she’s been nothing more than a Hardcore Hooker, running around doing her pimp, in this case for you morons, Kathy’s bidding.
Face it Emma, nobody is afraid of you, nobody is intimidated, because we all know the end game. You walk down the ramp, you huff, and you puff, and you blow…no…wait…you choke. You’ve had your chance to show your beaten, battered face on television, you’ve had all the opportunities in the world to prove you are that bad bitch from a company once upon a time, and you had the chance to prove your worth to the world…
She smacks her hands together causing a loud, thunderous clap to echo around her.
…and you fell flat on your face.
She readjusts the title in her lap, one stroke on the top, appreciating its value with each passing second.
So what the hell could you represent that would possibly make Kathy think you’re worth putting in this match other than maybe a distraction, keeping one of the others at bay while I wrap myself around the other and make her scream for her mommy, only to realize she’s not coming, and tap out in the center of the ring?
She points into the camera, a stern look in her eye, lecturing Emma as if she were right in front of her.
You’re nothing Emma. Not now, not ever. You’re a sideshow with absolutely no ambition to go anywhere in life. You’re completely fine with sitting there and letting the world pass you by like the pathetic little lackey that you are. Enjoy the cellar. Enjoy all that surrounds me here Emma; the darkness, the emptiness, that feeling of being alone and having nobody care about you, because standing in that ring while the referee holds MY title in the air is about as close as you will EVER get.
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“Into the Fold Part 1”
I walked down the hall after a hard fought match with Esperanza Serranto on the November 23rd edition of Sacrifice, patting my face dry with a towel as the beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I tossed the towel in a nearby bin and continued to the catering table where I grabbed a bottle of water before heading down the hall to the locker room area. As I walked, I heard fast approaching footsteps behind me and turned only to have the crap scared out of me by the Garcia Twins.
WHOA!
My stop must have startled them as they tried to stop and we all kind of braced one another before stabilizing.
Uh…hi?
That was close.
Yeah…you shouldn’t just stop like that Lexi.
I…uh…um…huh?
I shook my head, not really wanting an answer before inquiring about why they were running at me full steam ahead.
What did you two want?
They collected themselves.
We wanted to catch you before you started getting ready to go. We talked to Ms. Conway…we’re in!
A smile crossed my face. I wanted my own stable, something that could make an impact…something I could call my own…and now it was here.
Yeah, it wasn’t really that hard of a decision. We want our name out there, you want to help us do that…and at the same time leave your own footprint on this division, this company as a whole, so really, it’s a win-win for everyone.
I was overcome with a joy that was almost indescribable. This was the company, putting its faith in me, to pull this off. I had the ball in my hands, and now it was time to run with it.
You two don’t know how glad I am. I went to her with the idea of wanting to elevate the other talent around here. I wanted to put previously unknown names into the eyes of the audience whereas my predecessors focused more on their own goals, I want to help everyone achieve to their potential around here…make this belt, this division, mean something again.
Paige interjected.
I mean, that’s what this is really about. There are singular goals, but in the end, to leave a legacy, you have to leave the place better than when you got there.
I nodded.
Exactly.
Then your legacy gets passed on, which allows us to establish our own, and at the same time, by being by the side of the champion, we enhance our own brand as well.
Indeed.
So like I said…win-win.
I wrapped my arms around their shoulders as we started back down the hallway.
That it is girls…that it is.
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The flashbulbs of camera could be seen, the shutter “click” sound being heard rapidly and repeatedly as Alexis holds her hands up, shielding her eyes from the light.
Enough.
The flashes all stop in an instant. Alexis lowers her hands to reveal the black, sparkling dress she’s decided to wear, the Diamonds Title wrapped around her shoulder.
This is what you truly want, isn’t it Crystal? You want to be adored by the public, cheered as you go by waving your hand like a stuck up spoiled princess. You want your name, no matter what it is, to mean something again…something you haven’t had in quite some time.
She holds her arms out to the side as the cameras start flashing again.
You want the people to take your picture. You want your fans to hang your posters in their bedrooms, and you want little girls to look up to you and one day wish they were you…
She then grabs at the front of the dress and tears it from her body, revealing the jean shorts, cut off tank-top, and Chuck Taylors we’ve all become accustom to.
You’re the only one sweetie. I want what I already have…
She holds out the title belt.
THIS!
She slides the title back over her shoulder.
Crystal, I told you last week that what Vasco said before was true. This here, the time we live in, is the Era of Caffrey. This is MY TIME. This title is mine…and just like before…you still can’t have it no matter how much you desire it.
She walks up to a wall and leans back on it, placing the sole of one of her feet up against it.
I told you a lot last week Crystal. I let things be so clear that even you could understand…get it? Crystal clear.
I told you that you were once that fiery spark plug that I liked. You had the attitude, and the gift of gab, but hey…apparently I hand out praise too soon…ask Fiona when we’re in the ring at Metamorphosis.
I then turned on you. I told you that you, like Emma, were a worthless excuse of a woman; incapable of lacing my Chucks. Your name, Hilton or Millar is utterly useless and worthless because not a single person in this industry, fan or co-worker truly gives a damn about you.
She snickers a bit, realizing how much her words must be stinging the over-inflated ego of Crystal.
I can’t help but laugh. I told you about your complacency. I then thought about just how long you’ve been around in both NCW and here in IWF, and I realize how much better than you I truly am.
She points to the camera.
While you’ve pretty much been here all along, you’ve had nothing more than a worthless half a Ruby Title Reign for a month, and I’ve held this beautiful title, my precious belonging, not once…but twice, and for a total of 227 DAYS!
She rubs her title once up and once down before leaning in and kissing it like the cherished possession it is before turning back to the lens of the camera.
That must hurt that big head of yours, huh Crystal? To know that I’ve been here a fraction of the time you’ve been around in this business and yet I’ve accomplished so much more. I mean, do you even grasp what 227 days in totality really means?
No?
It means that I’m a mere twenty-five days away from claiming the longest tenure of combined time as Diamonds Champion…and unlike the current record holder, it only took me two times…not three…a feat you could only hope and pray to achieve at least once.
She shrugs her shoulders.
It may one day happen for you Crystal, hell, you may luck into a victory at Metamorphosis…but then again…I doubt it.
I doubt you…
And most importantly…you doubt yourself, whereas I am Champion…I know it…and I love every single minute of it.
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“Into the Fold Part 2”
There was a method to the madness that was my little plan to ascend the division to new heights. I had the backing of the company, the head of the division, and now my two star pupils, the Garcias. It was time to lay out the plan. I was told to start this as soon as possible, so my time was all into this one idea.
I was sitting at the table of the hotel restaurant, a Starbucks coffee in front of me, and two more opposite me on the other side of the table. I took a sip as I waited, soon hearing the bell of the elevator ringing throughout the immediate area. I turned my head and saw the Garcias with smiles on their faces, Paige in a cute little red and black dress with heels to match, her sister, the exact opposite, a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. I smiled as the imagery made me appreciate them just a tad bit more as they came up to the table prompting me to stand as I hugged them both.
Hey girly.
Good morning.
Morning.
Morning.
They sat on the opposite side of the table…Paige immediately fixating her glare upon the helpless cup of warmed beverage. She looked up and pointed to herself.
For me?
I nodded.
I hope you don’t mind. I thought we could all use a little sugar this morning as we go over things.
You just became my best friend ever…
She turned to her sister.
Sorry Sis.
They had a playful hip bump and shove as sisters do. We all took sips of the tasty, sugary beverages before I started to lay out what was going on.
So obviously, I’m the head of the group. We don’t have a name, and quite honestly, I don’t think we need one for what I want to accomplish.
The two nodded in agreement.
The thought of this isn’t too far off from classic groups of the past in wrestling. We’re all going to work for the betterment of each other, but in the end, the leader gets credit, which eventually will cause your characters to feel jealousy down the line, lash out, and start something bigger that will propel the two of you into the spotlight.
I love the spotlight.
In the process, you elevate your opponents by making them go through us, or stall them by us going through them before they can finally make the accent to you, eventually earning a title shot and whatnot.
Exactly. And even if they lose, after all the fighting they had to do to get themselves in position for a title shot, should be enough to get their name out there and elevate them as well.
And like you said…in the end, we turn on you or something along those lines, and you then elevate us.
I nodded.
I’m so glad we’re on the same page. This needs to be our everything though. We should be around each other more often, train together, get to know each other, basically add me in as the third sister, I want us to be that close.
The two nodded as I stuck my finger into the table top.
This right here is a huge opportunity for us, and for the Diamonds Division. We have the chance to pull something off that is rarely seen in wrestling on the women’s side because in the past, the roster has either been too small, or everyone has been out for themselves. This is going to be an exciting time, and we get to be the catalysts of it. I just want to make sure that the two of you are all in.
I’m definitely game.
Me too.
Good. Let’s grab these, and maybe go explore the town a little bit?
The two nod as the three of us grabbed our drinks and headed out the front door of the hotel and out onto the streets.
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And then there was one…and her name is Fiona.
For weeks on end you’ve basically called me a coward. You’d tell anyone who listened or read on Twitter that I was hiding behind the Devilish Duo that is the Garcia Twins. You told the world that I had say in who it was I defended MY title against, and yet here you are…with a shot. Here you are in the spotlight, a chance to take this title from my waist, strap it around yours and claim the glory all for yourself.
At least that’s what you’re hoping for.
As the scene fades in, Alexis is sitting on a park bench in Cleveland, her home, her LAND…and as queen she’s recognized by a few passers-by and she then focuses on the task at hand, looking into the camera with the Diamonds Title firmly in her possession, just like it will be when she defeats the troubled three at Metamorphosis.
Unfortunately, hopes and dreams are all you have Fiona. What you’ll have coming at Metamorphosis is a lot like Kharma…I call them “Just Deserts”. You see, for the longest time now, even when I’ve had nothing to do with you, you’ve consistently tried to call me out, and no matter how many times I smack you down, you’re like a gnat…you keep buzzing in my face.
She waves her hand around in front of her face, making a buzzing sound before finally smacking it down with her other hand into her lap.
No more buzzing.
This is your shot to do what nobody else has been able to do. You’re being given an opportunity, and for your sake, you should probably do whatever it is you have to do to achieve victory, because that’s what I’m going to do…it’s what I’ve always done, it’s what my husband taught me in this business, it’s the same method he himself applies to his craft, and a run as Imperial Champion for him, and two reigns as Diamonds Champion for me, prove the theory to work quite well.
She scoots forward on the bench, leaning forward, holding out her hands, palms face up.
You see Fiona, a leopard never changes its spots and I myself never have claimed to. All along I told my doubters that I would prove them wrong. I never once said I would do it morally; I never once claimed my methods would be pure. I said I would do it…and to this day, and for many more going forward, I plan on doing just that…I don’t care if you like it or not.
She stands from her seat and crosses her arms.
I never once said I was a role model for little girls all around the world, though I should be, they could stand to learn a thing or two. I never once said I was there hero, nor that I wanted to be. What I am is an inspiration to people as a whole. I proved that a little girl with a prostitute for a mother, moving from hotel to hotel, school to school, could one day succeed in this cruel, unforgiving world by putting her mind and body on the line, and working hard at perfecting her craft. I showed the world and doubters like yourself that I could do so, not by conforming the society’s rules, your rules, or anyone else’s, but by walking to the beat of my own drum, being myself, and doing things my way, never accepting failure.
She points to the camera.
That’s where you…
She points to herself.
…And I differ. You accept failure…I learn from it. That’s why I am now, and will be after Metamorphosis…your reigning…defending…ever-deserving Diamonds Champions…and you’re not.
Try little engines that could…try as hard as you can to not be obscene failures in this company, and more importantly life. Try no longer to live in my shadow…so that when I cast you back into it…it will be that much sweeter when I am announced victorious.
The doubters, the naysayers, they will all be shut up once more as the odds are stacked against me, and yet I overcome them once more. I don’t care if its Emma, Crystal, or Fiona…in the end the only one left standing with MY BABY held high overhead…is ME!
She walks out of scene as the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.