Post by Alexis Caffrey on May 1, 2017 3:53:01 GMT
They say that Payback is a bitch…
I disagree.
The scene fades in and we see Alexis sat Indian-style in the center of a wrestling ring. She’s gently rocking back and forth, shaking her head from side to side slowly.
You see, to me, payback is nothing more than the cruel carrying out of a plan, and this past week at Motor City Mayhem, I executed my plan to perfection.
She shutters.
In doing so, did I ruffle some already un-quaint feathers? Sure did. Do I care?
Her head shaking back and forth only intensifies before she stops and tilts her head to the side…
Nope.
She shrugs her shoulders.
You see, because my motivations are clear to me while very, VERY, cloudy to all of you. You think I did it because Paige holds my baby over her shoulder, dangling her to the rest of you all like a cheap piece of meat, but that’s not it at all.
She holds her hands out, palms up with a quizzical look on her face.
If not that, then why?
She slowly stands to her feet and starts skipping around the ring with a smile on her face before stopping right back where she was sitting, pointing into the camera.
Because like each and every single one of you, I have pride. I have a sense of self-worth…
She walks forward and stands on the bottom rope while leaning over the top rope, pointing her finger into her chest.
And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some twit like Paige Garcia diminish that feeling, those thoughts, that level of confidence I have within myself. This isn’t about titles, this is about me, and the sooner the world realizes that, the better off they’ll all be.
She steps down and starts skipping around again.
And that’s why I don’t care if I made someone an unhappy little girl who had her jalapeno pepper popped. It’s why I don’t care what some cotton candy haired wannabe DJ has to say about me. I know my purpose of being here right now and I intend to fulfill what it is I’ve set out to do.
She stops skipping again and tilts her head to the side, then straightens back up with a huge smile on her face, spreading from ear to ear.
And that brings me to this week on Sacrifice, the spot where I team with Paige, unfortunately, to take on the Jalapeno Popper and the Cotton Candy DJ. The question is...who do I feel like talking about more? I mean, I upset the feisty enchilada, but I have to congratulate that little piece of Bubble Yum on her huge victory.
She looks down, seemingly upset at her predicament before her eyes widen as an idea pops into her over-worked brain.
I GOT IT!
She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a quarter, flipping it through the air. She catches it and turns it onto the back of her hand, a smile re-forming on her face.
Enchilada it is!
She nods sympathetically.
I get it little girl...you’re upset. I popped that little bubble in your head that had you thinking you were gonna win the Diamonds Championship from Paige. I took that dream for you, and if I truly cared...I’d probably apologize.
She considers what she just said and then again shakes her head from side to side.
Nope! Nevermind! I’d rather drink drink my own urine than apologize to you. So, with that said, I expect you to be upset. I expect you to cuss me out and yell and scream, and threaten me six ways from Sunday.
She shrugs again.
And then, like your mommy should of all of those years ago, I’ll put you in your place, and punish you like the fit throwing little girl you are.
There’s a feigned giggle, insinuating her non-caring.
And just like that little girl, we’ll never hear from you again, and quite frankly, the world might be better off.
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“If Payback’s a Bitch...What Am I?”
I skipped around and then up the walkway into the backstage area where I jumped down the steps and started walking around to the halls of the arena. I was joyous and then...BOOM stopped in my tracks as I looked up and down at the person in front of me. He looked back, his arms crossed and I turned my head from side to side, trying to figure him out before I could see a mischievous grin cross his face that made me smile.
I see you’re having fun?
He phrased it like a question, or at least that’s what I gathered from the tone in his voice. I didn’t answer verbally, but I crossed my hands behind my back and looked up at him innocently, wavering my entire body from side to side, nodding my head like a guilty child.
Do you think she learned her lesson?
I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.
Nope.
Let’s take a stroll and you can tell me what you’re going to do.
I nodded and took his hand. He walked alongside me as I skipped down the hall, telling him my dastardly plan.
Well...I’m gonna make her life Hell. I’m gonna make sure she’s not able to do anything without looking over her shoulder. I wouldn’t even be too terribly hurt if I cost her the championship. I’m gonna take everything she has and tear it down one moment at a time, and then, just when she thinks I can’t take anything more...I’m going to beat her in the center of that ring.
He nodded approvingly as we got to our car in the parking lot.
May I add that you could easily be Catwoman.
I looked over my costume and thought about what was said.
I really could...huh?
So, what’s next?
Fun.
I smiled brightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
So...payback is a bitch huh?
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him somewhat upset.
If so...then what am I?
Deliciously seductive, and when you want to be...vindictive?
I nodded and skipped on by him.
I’ll take that.
He looked on and smiled, shaking his head.
God I love her.
*****************************************************************************
And then there was one.
The scene comes to and Alexis is in the same place she was earlier, this time, sitting on the edge of the apron, her feet dangling. She twirls her hair in her finger and looks around all wide-eyed and innocent, blowing a bubble from the gum she had been chewing. It pops, the sound echoing throughout the hollow gymnasium. She looks beyond the camera and the confusion is evident on her face.
What? Not what you were expecting? Were you expecting some mean spirited diatribe to come from my mouth, putting the current Iron Maiden down whilst boosting my own self-worth and over confidence?
She shrugs her shoulders.
If that’s what you’re looking for, perhaps you should check out a Paige Garcia promo.
Ooooooh, shots fired at her own partner, she’s so mean.
No, that’s not at all what’s going to happen. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I’m going to sit here, with my hands folded in my lap, and I’m going to look as sincere as I possibly can. Pandora...you’re on top of the world right now. I want to sit here and congratulate you on becoming the Iron Maiden. You didn’t let the criticisms of your work take you down. You took the advice of others and you propelled yourself to a height previously unknown to yourself.
Do me a favor?
Do more with your opportunity than Fiona McFly did, will ya? Restore the meaning of an Iron Maiden, carry on the tradition that I did, winning that championship at Night of the Immortals, claiming your spot atop the division.
She pulls the hair ties out of her hair, shaking her head a bit, allowing the hair to fall naturally down below her shoulders.
Despite the unorthodox hair, and the strange musings you may have, not to mention the lustful personality when it comes to one crazed Man of Steel Champion, I’ve seen how you’ve worked to become what you are today, and I can honestly say I’m proud of you.
She nods it off, understanding her words may seem a bit “talking down”ish.
I know, you’re probably passing this all off as useless dribble from an unstable person, but I’m sitting here and telling you that I mean every single word you’ve heard.
BUT…
Not for one second do I want you to think that this means that I don’t want to rip your face from your body, because that’s exactly what I plan on doing at Sacrifice. Perhaps not so graphic, but it gets the point across.
I have my reasons for coming back as I said earlier. I’m a former two time Diamonds Champion, and Iron Maiden, like yourself, and not to mention, a Hall of Famer, which in my twisted little mind means I can pretty much do what I want.
If that means interrupting a title match to get my point across to Paige...I will.
If that means costing Gabriela a title shot...oh well.
If that means waiting for you to beat Paige for the Diamonds Championship, then deciding that I want my baby BACK…
The seriousness is evident, but quickly turns with a tilt of the head and a smile.
Then I’ll skip down that ramp, face you in the center of the ring, and I’ll beat you for it.
I slide off the apron.
I hold no hard feelings toward you, the cotton candy princess, or the enchilada dutchess. For me, this coming Sacrifice is merely business. The personal stuff is between me and Paige.
Don’t make it worse on yourself...trust me.
Before the scene even has a chance to fade, the feed is cut.
I disagree.
The scene fades in and we see Alexis sat Indian-style in the center of a wrestling ring. She’s gently rocking back and forth, shaking her head from side to side slowly.
You see, to me, payback is nothing more than the cruel carrying out of a plan, and this past week at Motor City Mayhem, I executed my plan to perfection.
She shutters.
In doing so, did I ruffle some already un-quaint feathers? Sure did. Do I care?
Her head shaking back and forth only intensifies before she stops and tilts her head to the side…
Nope.
She shrugs her shoulders.
You see, because my motivations are clear to me while very, VERY, cloudy to all of you. You think I did it because Paige holds my baby over her shoulder, dangling her to the rest of you all like a cheap piece of meat, but that’s not it at all.
She holds her hands out, palms up with a quizzical look on her face.
If not that, then why?
She slowly stands to her feet and starts skipping around the ring with a smile on her face before stopping right back where she was sitting, pointing into the camera.
Because like each and every single one of you, I have pride. I have a sense of self-worth…
She walks forward and stands on the bottom rope while leaning over the top rope, pointing her finger into her chest.
And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some twit like Paige Garcia diminish that feeling, those thoughts, that level of confidence I have within myself. This isn’t about titles, this is about me, and the sooner the world realizes that, the better off they’ll all be.
She steps down and starts skipping around again.
And that’s why I don’t care if I made someone an unhappy little girl who had her jalapeno pepper popped. It’s why I don’t care what some cotton candy haired wannabe DJ has to say about me. I know my purpose of being here right now and I intend to fulfill what it is I’ve set out to do.
She stops skipping again and tilts her head to the side, then straightens back up with a huge smile on her face, spreading from ear to ear.
And that brings me to this week on Sacrifice, the spot where I team with Paige, unfortunately, to take on the Jalapeno Popper and the Cotton Candy DJ. The question is...who do I feel like talking about more? I mean, I upset the feisty enchilada, but I have to congratulate that little piece of Bubble Yum on her huge victory.
She looks down, seemingly upset at her predicament before her eyes widen as an idea pops into her over-worked brain.
I GOT IT!
She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a quarter, flipping it through the air. She catches it and turns it onto the back of her hand, a smile re-forming on her face.
Enchilada it is!
She nods sympathetically.
I get it little girl...you’re upset. I popped that little bubble in your head that had you thinking you were gonna win the Diamonds Championship from Paige. I took that dream for you, and if I truly cared...I’d probably apologize.
She considers what she just said and then again shakes her head from side to side.
Nope! Nevermind! I’d rather drink drink my own urine than apologize to you. So, with that said, I expect you to be upset. I expect you to cuss me out and yell and scream, and threaten me six ways from Sunday.
She shrugs again.
And then, like your mommy should of all of those years ago, I’ll put you in your place, and punish you like the fit throwing little girl you are.
There’s a feigned giggle, insinuating her non-caring.
And just like that little girl, we’ll never hear from you again, and quite frankly, the world might be better off.
**************************************************************
“If Payback’s a Bitch...What Am I?”
I skipped around and then up the walkway into the backstage area where I jumped down the steps and started walking around to the halls of the arena. I was joyous and then...BOOM stopped in my tracks as I looked up and down at the person in front of me. He looked back, his arms crossed and I turned my head from side to side, trying to figure him out before I could see a mischievous grin cross his face that made me smile.
I see you’re having fun?
He phrased it like a question, or at least that’s what I gathered from the tone in his voice. I didn’t answer verbally, but I crossed my hands behind my back and looked up at him innocently, wavering my entire body from side to side, nodding my head like a guilty child.
Do you think she learned her lesson?
I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.
Nope.
Let’s take a stroll and you can tell me what you’re going to do.
I nodded and took his hand. He walked alongside me as I skipped down the hall, telling him my dastardly plan.
Well...I’m gonna make her life Hell. I’m gonna make sure she’s not able to do anything without looking over her shoulder. I wouldn’t even be too terribly hurt if I cost her the championship. I’m gonna take everything she has and tear it down one moment at a time, and then, just when she thinks I can’t take anything more...I’m going to beat her in the center of that ring.
He nodded approvingly as we got to our car in the parking lot.
May I add that you could easily be Catwoman.
I looked over my costume and thought about what was said.
I really could...huh?
So, what’s next?
Fun.
I smiled brightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
So...payback is a bitch huh?
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him somewhat upset.
If so...then what am I?
Deliciously seductive, and when you want to be...vindictive?
I nodded and skipped on by him.
I’ll take that.
He looked on and smiled, shaking his head.
God I love her.
*****************************************************************************
And then there was one.
The scene comes to and Alexis is in the same place she was earlier, this time, sitting on the edge of the apron, her feet dangling. She twirls her hair in her finger and looks around all wide-eyed and innocent, blowing a bubble from the gum she had been chewing. It pops, the sound echoing throughout the hollow gymnasium. She looks beyond the camera and the confusion is evident on her face.
What? Not what you were expecting? Were you expecting some mean spirited diatribe to come from my mouth, putting the current Iron Maiden down whilst boosting my own self-worth and over confidence?
She shrugs her shoulders.
If that’s what you’re looking for, perhaps you should check out a Paige Garcia promo.
Ooooooh, shots fired at her own partner, she’s so mean.
No, that’s not at all what’s going to happen. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I’m going to sit here, with my hands folded in my lap, and I’m going to look as sincere as I possibly can. Pandora...you’re on top of the world right now. I want to sit here and congratulate you on becoming the Iron Maiden. You didn’t let the criticisms of your work take you down. You took the advice of others and you propelled yourself to a height previously unknown to yourself.
Do me a favor?
Do more with your opportunity than Fiona McFly did, will ya? Restore the meaning of an Iron Maiden, carry on the tradition that I did, winning that championship at Night of the Immortals, claiming your spot atop the division.
She pulls the hair ties out of her hair, shaking her head a bit, allowing the hair to fall naturally down below her shoulders.
Despite the unorthodox hair, and the strange musings you may have, not to mention the lustful personality when it comes to one crazed Man of Steel Champion, I’ve seen how you’ve worked to become what you are today, and I can honestly say I’m proud of you.
She nods it off, understanding her words may seem a bit “talking down”ish.
I know, you’re probably passing this all off as useless dribble from an unstable person, but I’m sitting here and telling you that I mean every single word you’ve heard.
BUT…
Not for one second do I want you to think that this means that I don’t want to rip your face from your body, because that’s exactly what I plan on doing at Sacrifice. Perhaps not so graphic, but it gets the point across.
I have my reasons for coming back as I said earlier. I’m a former two time Diamonds Champion, and Iron Maiden, like yourself, and not to mention, a Hall of Famer, which in my twisted little mind means I can pretty much do what I want.
If that means interrupting a title match to get my point across to Paige...I will.
If that means costing Gabriela a title shot...oh well.
If that means waiting for you to beat Paige for the Diamonds Championship, then deciding that I want my baby BACK…
The seriousness is evident, but quickly turns with a tilt of the head and a smile.
Then I’ll skip down that ramp, face you in the center of the ring, and I’ll beat you for it.
I slide off the apron.
I hold no hard feelings toward you, the cotton candy princess, or the enchilada dutchess. For me, this coming Sacrifice is merely business. The personal stuff is between me and Paige.
Don’t make it worse on yourself...trust me.
Before the scene even has a chance to fade, the feed is cut.
Well howdy there pardner.