Post by Alexis Caffrey on Mar 13, 2017 4:05:38 GMT
The scene comes to and I’m sitting on a chair behind the desk in my office. I’m doing some paperwork as I start talking to the camera in front of me.
It’s the nature of man to want to be better than the one across the way from him Steve. It’s really society these days, and it all boils down to, “Only the strong survive.”. It’s why cities look to build upon what they already have. It’s why governments build upon their military powers to be better than those who surround them. It gives them a sense of pride, a sense of superiority.
I pause for a moment, setting the pen down on the desk before folding my hands and looking up at the camera.
It’s what I felt when I beat you at Danger Zone.
I sit back in my seat with a smirk on my face.
I saw it in your eyes during our “sensitivity” training Steve. To know that I planted my knee in your face and pinned your shoulders to the mat for a three count, it eats you up inside, because deep down, you believe yourself to be the better man.
I question this notion with a flaring out of my hands and a shrug of my shoulders.
Many, myself included would beg to differ. You see Steve, while you were off in Hollywood, making the money to blow in whatever fashion that forced your contract to be held over your head, I was busy becoming the Imperial Champion. While you were filming straight to DVD movies, I was winning the Joker In The Pack. When you realized your career as an actor was a bust, you came crawling back with your tail between your legs and a contract held over your head and you had a feud with Rob Diamond while I was main eventing the biggest show of the year.
I point into the camera.
You can say you love this place all you want Steve, but the fact of the matter is, this is merely a fallback option...an option you needed to fallback on because Option A was going nowhere and fast. So now, in the year 2017, you look to make yourself relevant again. You wish to thrust yourself into the main event at Night of the Immortals, announcing yourself for the Roulette before I had the opportunity to do so, and you think you’re just going to skip the line? You think you’re going to bypass those like me? Heh...think again.
I lean forward, resting on the edge of my desk.
But that’s down the line...so let’s talk about this past week shall we; you know, our great sensitivity training at the hands of the most loveable loser in all of the IWF’s history, Joe Everyman? We really solved everything in there, didn’t we Steve? We solved the fact that I’m better than you, and your little wife didn’t like it.
I wave my hand to the side.
Screw the pretenses Steve. Screw the jobbers, and the setting, and the stupidity that surrounded us. What this comes down to is the same damn thing I mentioned earlier, and that’s pride.
I point into the camera again.
You can’t handle the fact that I beat you. You can’t accept the fact that I’m better than you, and so now, you look to try and get some sort of vengeance. You want to try and prove all the talk you rambled on with during the little session don’t you? You want to psyche yourself, and you can do that all you want by telling me my win was a fluke, but while you’re doing all of that, while you’re trying to convince yourself that the words you speak are true...I can do this.
I sit back again, I lay my arms over the arms of the chair and I exhale.
I can sit back and relax because I know the opposite of what you’re trying to tell yourself Steve. I know that I’m the better man between the two of us. I know that I pinned you in the center of that ring not based on fluke, not based on luck, simply because I can, and come this week on Sacrifice...I’ll be glad to prove my point just one more time.
Hype yourself up Steve. Stare in the mirror and give yourself the pep talk of a lifetime. Have your wife sit by your side and tell you that it’s okay. Let her rub your back, and hell you might as well rub hers as well, because when me and my Hall of Fame wife are done...the two of you are going to be sore as hell.
Enjoy the night Steve...I know I will.
With that I let out another sigh with a smile on my face as the scene starts to fade.
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Title: What the Hell Was That?
Location: Site of Sacrifice on March 6, 2017
Time: 10:00 PM Local Time[/color
Alexis and I leave the scene of the “Sensitivity Training”. She glares at me, throwing her hands out.
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: A waste of our lives.
Alexis Caffrey: Hell yeah it was. I can’t believe she’s crazy enough to challenge us to a match next week.
Mike Laszlo: Now, now, she’s passionate about her husband and I’d expect you to do the same for me.
Alexis Caffrey: Of course I would. The difference is, I’m a Hall of Famer and she’s just someone who stands around and does nothing.
I nod my head from side to side, agreeing.
Mike Laszlo: True. Don’t take her lightly though. She’s scrappy.
She stops as I continued walking a little bit, only to realize she’s not by my side, stopping to turn, looking into a glare from my wife.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: That’s an insult to all of those people LIKE ME...who ARE scrappy.
I can’t help but feel I’ve lost this fight. I turn around and throw my hands in the air with not much more to say, other than apologizing.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, okay, okay; you’re right. I’m sorry. She’s not scrappy...maybe she’s...plucky?
Alexis didn’t take too kindly to that, but it did get her walking in my direction. She stopped right next to me and looked into my eyes for a moment.
Alexis Caffrey: Pfft...you want to see plucky? Wait until I smack the blonde out of her.
With that, she storms off toward our locker room. Thunder Sid comes up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn and stare him down with a raised eyebrow. He stutters a couple of times before I scare the daylights out of him.
Mike Laszlo: SPIT IT OUT PRICK!
Thunder Sid: I-I-I just wanted to apologize to your wife.
Mike Laszlo: You’d be better off…
Before I could finish, Alexis stomps back into the scene.
Alexis Caffrey: YOU!?
She hauls off and slaps Thunder Sid right across the face before storming off again. Not to be outdone, I grab the stunned grappler and throw him across a table of food and flip the table on top of him. He groans in pain, rolling along the floor as I kneel beside him.
Mike Laszlo: Just so you know...there’s no hostility here...this is me expressing myself in a creative manner.
I reach into the bowl of food and grab a biscuit. Taking a bite out of it, I stare at it before spiking it down on the downed “Enhancement Talent”.
Mike Laszlo: This sucks…
I walk off as the camera focuses on the injured Thunder Sid.
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The scene fades back in and I am leaned forward on my desk again.
I understand your way of thinking Mandi. I’m a passionate person, and when someone decides to take up a beef with a family member of mine I step in and do what I can to help. What you did...was just...well…
I motion behind the camera and with cute little shuffle steps, Alexis slides into the picture and has a seat across my lap, wrapping her arm around my neck before turning to the now stationed camera.
What he is trying to say is, you’re dumb.
She’s looking dead seriously into the camera before quickly switching personas to a cute, perhaps overly exaggerated smile while waving at the camera.
Hi guys! Did you miss me!? I mean, you haven’t really heard a peep out of me since I tried to topple the mighty Eternity, in an invitational Ladder Match a few months ago...you probably even wondered if I’d be coming back at all and yet!
She turns in the chair, now sitting in my lap, her arms thrown as far out and as high as she can get them.
HERE I AM!
She takes a second to allow all who are watching to admire her as I wrap my arms around her stomach and pull her back a bit, kissing her on the back of her neck.
Here I am, and I’m here because I think a little girl might need a proper lesson in respect. You see Mandi, this is where the big girls come to play. This is perhaps the best female roster on the planet Earth and yet, you seem to think you can hang with perhaps one of the best of them all...me.
And they call me crazy?
Well...at least...they used to before forgetting about me.
She stands up and leans forward, the palms of her hands holding her up.
Make no mistake Mandi, I may have been out of that ring for some time, letting my proteges take the reigns and oh yeah...by the way...one of them beating Jessica Reed to become Diamonds Champion...couldn’t be much prouder.
She puts her hands on her heart, fluttering her eyelashes like a proud parent, even going as far as to wipe the pretend tear from her eyes before shaking her head and refocusing on her goal at hand.
Anyway...like I was saying, I may have been gone for quite a bit...almost a year from constant action, but that doesn’t mean in the slightest of bits that I can’t comeback and be one hundred percent of the Diamonds Champion that I was a year ago.
She points into the camera.
You love your man and that’s quite admirable, but to stand up and challenge me and mine to a match is simply the biggest mistake of your entire life, and there’s really nothing you can do to rectify the situation other than take the butt kicking we’re going to give you and simply move on with a lesson learned.
She points into her chest.
Mandi, you may have put up a decent fight against Laura Howlett, and kudos to you for that, but I’m far more dangerous than that business suit wearing Barbie doll, and for the love of God, I dress so much better...and more comfortable.
Anyway. Laura, like you, is a bonafide cheerleader. She stands at ringside and smacks the mat or yells at the referee or whatever else she does….JUST LIKE YOU.
I...am a former Diamonds Champion. I carried this division on my back for one hundred and fifty-four days without a single complaint. I did what I needed to do to prove that I was without a doubt the absolute best this company had to offer. People doubted me, that called me fragile, called me weak, and I took each and every one of their words and shoved them down their throats.
Maybe that’s what you’ll do someday? Maybe you’ll take these words and you’ll change opinions of yourself. I’m telling you now...it won’t be this day...it won’t be against me.
I’m better than you...it’s a fact. My husband...is better than your husband...it’s a fact. After Sacrifice, when the two of us beat up the two of you...it will be known as a PROVEN fact.
She hits the remote and just like that...the feed cuts.
It’s the nature of man to want to be better than the one across the way from him Steve. It’s really society these days, and it all boils down to, “Only the strong survive.”. It’s why cities look to build upon what they already have. It’s why governments build upon their military powers to be better than those who surround them. It gives them a sense of pride, a sense of superiority.
I pause for a moment, setting the pen down on the desk before folding my hands and looking up at the camera.
It’s what I felt when I beat you at Danger Zone.
I sit back in my seat with a smirk on my face.
I saw it in your eyes during our “sensitivity” training Steve. To know that I planted my knee in your face and pinned your shoulders to the mat for a three count, it eats you up inside, because deep down, you believe yourself to be the better man.
I question this notion with a flaring out of my hands and a shrug of my shoulders.
Many, myself included would beg to differ. You see Steve, while you were off in Hollywood, making the money to blow in whatever fashion that forced your contract to be held over your head, I was busy becoming the Imperial Champion. While you were filming straight to DVD movies, I was winning the Joker In The Pack. When you realized your career as an actor was a bust, you came crawling back with your tail between your legs and a contract held over your head and you had a feud with Rob Diamond while I was main eventing the biggest show of the year.
I point into the camera.
You can say you love this place all you want Steve, but the fact of the matter is, this is merely a fallback option...an option you needed to fallback on because Option A was going nowhere and fast. So now, in the year 2017, you look to make yourself relevant again. You wish to thrust yourself into the main event at Night of the Immortals, announcing yourself for the Roulette before I had the opportunity to do so, and you think you’re just going to skip the line? You think you’re going to bypass those like me? Heh...think again.
I lean forward, resting on the edge of my desk.
But that’s down the line...so let’s talk about this past week shall we; you know, our great sensitivity training at the hands of the most loveable loser in all of the IWF’s history, Joe Everyman? We really solved everything in there, didn’t we Steve? We solved the fact that I’m better than you, and your little wife didn’t like it.
I wave my hand to the side.
Screw the pretenses Steve. Screw the jobbers, and the setting, and the stupidity that surrounded us. What this comes down to is the same damn thing I mentioned earlier, and that’s pride.
I point into the camera again.
You can’t handle the fact that I beat you. You can’t accept the fact that I’m better than you, and so now, you look to try and get some sort of vengeance. You want to try and prove all the talk you rambled on with during the little session don’t you? You want to psyche yourself, and you can do that all you want by telling me my win was a fluke, but while you’re doing all of that, while you’re trying to convince yourself that the words you speak are true...I can do this.
I sit back again, I lay my arms over the arms of the chair and I exhale.
I can sit back and relax because I know the opposite of what you’re trying to tell yourself Steve. I know that I’m the better man between the two of us. I know that I pinned you in the center of that ring not based on fluke, not based on luck, simply because I can, and come this week on Sacrifice...I’ll be glad to prove my point just one more time.
Hype yourself up Steve. Stare in the mirror and give yourself the pep talk of a lifetime. Have your wife sit by your side and tell you that it’s okay. Let her rub your back, and hell you might as well rub hers as well, because when me and my Hall of Fame wife are done...the two of you are going to be sore as hell.
Enjoy the night Steve...I know I will.
With that I let out another sigh with a smile on my face as the scene starts to fade.
====================================
Title: What the Hell Was That?
Location: Site of Sacrifice on March 6, 2017
Time: 10:00 PM Local Time[/color
Alexis and I leave the scene of the “Sensitivity Training”. She glares at me, throwing her hands out.
Alexis Caffrey: What the hell was that?
Mike Laszlo: A waste of our lives.
Alexis Caffrey: Hell yeah it was. I can’t believe she’s crazy enough to challenge us to a match next week.
Mike Laszlo: Now, now, she’s passionate about her husband and I’d expect you to do the same for me.
Alexis Caffrey: Of course I would. The difference is, I’m a Hall of Famer and she’s just someone who stands around and does nothing.
I nod my head from side to side, agreeing.
Mike Laszlo: True. Don’t take her lightly though. She’s scrappy.
She stops as I continued walking a little bit, only to realize she’s not by my side, stopping to turn, looking into a glare from my wife.
Mike Laszlo: What?
Alexis Caffrey: That’s an insult to all of those people LIKE ME...who ARE scrappy.
I can’t help but feel I’ve lost this fight. I turn around and throw my hands in the air with not much more to say, other than apologizing.
Mike Laszlo: Okay, okay, okay; you’re right. I’m sorry. She’s not scrappy...maybe she’s...plucky?
Alexis didn’t take too kindly to that, but it did get her walking in my direction. She stopped right next to me and looked into my eyes for a moment.
Alexis Caffrey: Pfft...you want to see plucky? Wait until I smack the blonde out of her.
With that, she storms off toward our locker room. Thunder Sid comes up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn and stare him down with a raised eyebrow. He stutters a couple of times before I scare the daylights out of him.
Mike Laszlo: SPIT IT OUT PRICK!
Thunder Sid: I-I-I just wanted to apologize to your wife.
Mike Laszlo: You’d be better off…
Before I could finish, Alexis stomps back into the scene.
Alexis Caffrey: YOU!?
She hauls off and slaps Thunder Sid right across the face before storming off again. Not to be outdone, I grab the stunned grappler and throw him across a table of food and flip the table on top of him. He groans in pain, rolling along the floor as I kneel beside him.
Mike Laszlo: Just so you know...there’s no hostility here...this is me expressing myself in a creative manner.
I reach into the bowl of food and grab a biscuit. Taking a bite out of it, I stare at it before spiking it down on the downed “Enhancement Talent”.
Mike Laszlo: This sucks…
I walk off as the camera focuses on the injured Thunder Sid.
==============================================
The scene fades back in and I am leaned forward on my desk again.
I understand your way of thinking Mandi. I’m a passionate person, and when someone decides to take up a beef with a family member of mine I step in and do what I can to help. What you did...was just...well…
I motion behind the camera and with cute little shuffle steps, Alexis slides into the picture and has a seat across my lap, wrapping her arm around my neck before turning to the now stationed camera.
What he is trying to say is, you’re dumb.
She’s looking dead seriously into the camera before quickly switching personas to a cute, perhaps overly exaggerated smile while waving at the camera.
Hi guys! Did you miss me!? I mean, you haven’t really heard a peep out of me since I tried to topple the mighty Eternity, in an invitational Ladder Match a few months ago...you probably even wondered if I’d be coming back at all and yet!
She turns in the chair, now sitting in my lap, her arms thrown as far out and as high as she can get them.
HERE I AM!
She takes a second to allow all who are watching to admire her as I wrap my arms around her stomach and pull her back a bit, kissing her on the back of her neck.
Here I am, and I’m here because I think a little girl might need a proper lesson in respect. You see Mandi, this is where the big girls come to play. This is perhaps the best female roster on the planet Earth and yet, you seem to think you can hang with perhaps one of the best of them all...me.
And they call me crazy?
Well...at least...they used to before forgetting about me.
She stands up and leans forward, the palms of her hands holding her up.
Make no mistake Mandi, I may have been out of that ring for some time, letting my proteges take the reigns and oh yeah...by the way...one of them beating Jessica Reed to become Diamonds Champion...couldn’t be much prouder.
She puts her hands on her heart, fluttering her eyelashes like a proud parent, even going as far as to wipe the pretend tear from her eyes before shaking her head and refocusing on her goal at hand.
Anyway...like I was saying, I may have been gone for quite a bit...almost a year from constant action, but that doesn’t mean in the slightest of bits that I can’t comeback and be one hundred percent of the Diamonds Champion that I was a year ago.
She points into the camera.
You love your man and that’s quite admirable, but to stand up and challenge me and mine to a match is simply the biggest mistake of your entire life, and there’s really nothing you can do to rectify the situation other than take the butt kicking we’re going to give you and simply move on with a lesson learned.
She points into her chest.
Mandi, you may have put up a decent fight against Laura Howlett, and kudos to you for that, but I’m far more dangerous than that business suit wearing Barbie doll, and for the love of God, I dress so much better...and more comfortable.
Anyway. Laura, like you, is a bonafide cheerleader. She stands at ringside and smacks the mat or yells at the referee or whatever else she does….JUST LIKE YOU.
I...am a former Diamonds Champion. I carried this division on my back for one hundred and fifty-four days without a single complaint. I did what I needed to do to prove that I was without a doubt the absolute best this company had to offer. People doubted me, that called me fragile, called me weak, and I took each and every one of their words and shoved them down their throats.
Maybe that’s what you’ll do someday? Maybe you’ll take these words and you’ll change opinions of yourself. I’m telling you now...it won’t be this day...it won’t be against me.
I’m better than you...it’s a fact. My husband...is better than your husband...it’s a fact. After Sacrifice, when the two of us beat up the two of you...it will be known as a PROVEN fact.
She hits the remote and just like that...the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.