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Scott Johnson vs. Vixen Frost; QFTG First Round Match
Topic Started: Mar 11 2008, 03:57 PM (307 Views)
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Quest For The Gold Tournament
First Round Match

Scott Johnson vs. Vixen Frost

RPing Rules: Each participant may RP once a day with a maximum of four RPs for the week. The deadline for RPs will be 5:00 PM CENTRAL TIME on Monday.
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I'm Here To Save You Pt. 1

3..2..1 Action!

My legacy is not to be tamed with. I'm much more than your average character. There's nothing in this world that they would rather be doing than worshipping me. I'm in the current state of mind that I'm at an untouchable level and moving at a faster pace that can not be kept up with by the rest. I feel like it's almost unfair for those who hate me. But that's there problem. I'd like to call today The Day Of Reckoning. It's time to have a Legend reborn and let the status rise while they admire. There's nothing more that they can do. I'm returning full force with a whole new persona and outlook on the way of life. All I can really say is I'll be better than I ever was which was already better than them. If you stand for nothing, prepare to fall for anything. the GOD is here. IPW is in danger. But don't worry.. I'm Here To Save You.


The day started off fairly decent. The clouds were blocking the sun but it was still a warm day in Orlando, Florida. Scott Johnson was just returning home as he slammed the trunk of his 2007 Black Chrysler down and walked into his home with a few bags. But things were different now. A few months prior, a beautiful wife would have greeted him with tender lips which he had only kept her around for. Now, he was greeted by nobody. Well, except for his dog Jackie. Scott had divorced his wife about three months ago because he was basically sick of everything. He didn't enjoy the complaining about him always being away from home and what not. But what do you expect? He's a businessman. Most guys would probably take the complaining. But not Scott. It had gotten to him enough and the way he looked at it was.. if stress can be relieved, let it go. That's exactly what he did.

He walked into his kitchen and put the bags on the counter. Scott was wearing a tight white shirt and you could tell that he was still in shape. Not much else changed about his look. It was still that "young and better than you" type look. He began putting stuff from the bag into the fridge. While in there, he grabbed a vitamin water with his picture on it. Since when did they start advertising Scott Johnson on vitamin water? None the less, he began drinking it as he walked into his living room to turn on the TV.. plasma, we should add. His answering machine was flashing. He was never really too concerned about his messages though because they were usually young female teenagers looking for some good sex. But every now and then there were important messages involving money that Scott could pay attention to. You wouldn't believe all the offers he gets from companies via messages. He never calls back.

"You Have Two New Messages. First Message:"

"Heeey Scottttt, this is Jessica. I was just wondering if..."

Skip.

"Next Message:"

"What's going on Scott? This is Jack Hoffman. You had hired me to keep you informed on everything happening in IPW. Well, I've got some news for ya. The company is finally ready for its returning event. You'll be traveling to Atlantic City in New Jersey. But there's plenty good news for you. There's a Quest For The Gold Tournament that's going to be taking place, starting this week and you're in it. Your opponent goes by the name of Vixen Frost. Now dont get me wrong, I'm not caught up on my IPW Superstar Research. But I believe that is that one diva from the first IPW era. Haha. If so, looks like an easy trip to Round 2. Well Scott, that's all I got for ya for now. I'll definatley call you back when more information comes. If you need to get ahold of me or just want to know about anything else, call me back at 972-4508. Alright, take care.."

Beep.

Scott's expression didn't change. He continued sipping on his vitamin water while flipping through the channels. It was as if he wasn't concerned at all about what he just heard.. or if he had even payed any attention to it. This so called Jack Hoffman probably had no idea what he was talking about. Vixen Frost is a more than worthy competitor. She wouldn't be in the Quest For The Gold Tournament if she wasn't. Scott himself probably wouldn't admit to this, but deep down he knows it. At least you would think so. But who knows with Scott. He always seemed to look at things a bit different from everybody else. So it's possible that he has no respect for this women what so ever even though she's a former soldier trained in muay thai kickboxing. A match with her is no walk in the park. Just then, Scott finally did something other than change the channel and sip vitamin water. He turned his head toward the phone and smirked a bit before grabbing it and dialing a number. He put the phone to his ear and waited a bit before whoever it was that he called had answered.

[size=4]"the GOD" Scott Johnson:[/size] "Hey Jack, it's Scott. . . I just got back home and heard your message. . . Yeah I know, Good work. . . Yeah but that's not why I called you back. . . You said if I wanted to know anything else I could get ahold of you, so here I am. . . Well Jack, what I want you to do is get me Vixen's number. . . To be honest, I don't care what you have to do. . . Call up IPW Headquarters and say your her manager or something. . . Just get it done. This will be your first bonus if you get me her number within the next hour. . . Why do I want it? Because I need to talk to her about something. . . That's not your problem though, just get the number. . . I didn't hire you to get into my personal business, I hired you to benefit me with some important knowledge about what's going on. . . and now this! And with what I'm paying you, you should be happy. So do it. . . No, this will not get you into any law trouble! What the hell is wrong with you?. . . Look Jack, I don't care about paranoia issues. . . Just get the damn number. Sixty Minutes."

Scott hangs the phone up. What the hell was it with this guy? He always had to be an asshole, didn't he? But what in the world was he planning on saying to Vixen? It's not like Scott to actually call up his opponent and talk to him. Superstars who have a relationship and respect each other may do something like that, but not Scott. Respect? That's not even in the Johnson Dictionary. The only words in that Dictionary are me, myself and I.. along with anything that involves him being above everybody else.

Time passed and less than forty five minutes later, the phone rang once again. Scott smirked. He was surprisingly still sitting on his couch watching SportsCenter. He had gotten up once to get food, but that was it. Anyway, he picked it up.

[size=4]"the GOD" Scott Johnson:[/size] "Here we are. . . how did it go? . . . You got it? Very good. See, you're making yourself into somebody. I bet it feels good. . . But what's the number? . . . Hold on, let me get a pen and paper."

Walking into his office, Scott grabs a pen and rips a yellow piece out of one of his notebooks.

[size=4]"the GOD" Scott Johnson:[/size] "Alright, go ahead. . . Yup. . . Alright. . . There we have it. Simple as that. Keep up the good work and you'll be happy. But in the meantime, I've got some business to handle."

Once again, he hangs up the phone without saying bye. How sweet. Scott quickly began dialing the number he had written down. This would be good. Only God knows what Scott was going to say here. And I'm talking about the real God, not him. Scott grew frustrated rather quickly as nobody seemed to answer, but it apparently went to the voice mail after a few more rings. He decided he would leave a nice warm felt message. Lets see what he has to say.

[size=4]"the GOD" Scott Johnson:[/size] "Hey Vixen, it's Scott Johnson. I'm sure you remember me. How you been? haha. Well, I just wanted to call you up and let you know that we'll be facing each other next week in IPW's returning show. How 'bout that huh? Vixen and Scott Johnson. Sounds more like a sex tape. But really, I just wanted to talk to you about it,you know? I'm not really for hurting women physically. It's not something I like to do. But you and I both know that's what will happen. That is unless of course you just lay down for me. Hell, then you can do the same thing later that night. Either at a hotel or you can come back to Orlando for a night with me. That's up to you."

"But Vixen . . Vixen . . Vixen, knowing you, you'll probably be all about giving it your all, actually thinking you stand a chance. Look at this way honey, this match is like a relationship with me. . you'll never stand a chance. One night could happen possibly, if I'm not busy. So you let me know."

"While I'm here though, I wanna know something. It's been a while now, but hows Kevin's death treatin ya? You find any other boyfriend that OD's and dies on you yet? I'm just curious, you know? Girls like you are always interesting to hear about. You might as well be a damn hooker. You mess around with these Jeff Hardy superstars as it is. Why not start in the business? I know this girl that worked for me back when I was running a business. She worked both ways, that is. You might know her, name was Fertility Lynch. Eh, doesn't really matter. I'm sure you could handle it on your own. But hell, if you need any help.. just give me a call back. I'll be glad to start you off. Anyway, I'll talk to you later Vix. Enjoy your week."


Click.

The click might as well have been Vixen loading a gun and blowing her brains out. How bad can it possibly get? Just when you think someone is a true asshole at the top of their game, they prove that they can still elevate. Well, at least Scott does. How could he bring up Kevin Frost? Vixen and Kevin were on there way to having a happy life together and his personal problems stepped in the way of that. Kevin meant the world to Vixen. IPW had actually had a rest in peace ceremony honoring Kevin Frost a week after he had passed. Scott was present at that event. You wonder if he had even cared. Obviously he doesn't at this point. It's quite clear that Scott looks out for one thing and one thing only..

Himself.

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The red light on the answering machine blinked in the quiet house. Nearby, a black patch rests on the couch until the sound of running feet can be heard on the porch. Raising it's head and opening its golden eyes, the bombay recognizes the sound and arching, she purrs slightly before jumping to the floor and padding slowly to the door as the little feet stamp impatiently as a second set of footsteps are heard. A key in the lock alerts the cat to the imminent opening of the door. Meowing its greeting, the cat is quickly to her feet and jumping on the table inside the doorway to get its due but is surprised by the banging door as a small brunette runs into the room, squealing happily, a Dora the Explorer backpack bouncing on her back. She spies the answering machine and it's little beacon of interest.

"Blink Mama," she calls out before reaching for the button on the answering machine and pressing it. "Lexi press!" she adds excitedly as the machine begins. Listening to the messages, Lexi's eyes widen to hear someone saying bad words. Shaking her head, turns towards the door as a blonde walks in loaded down with packages.

Kicking the door shut and dropping her keys beside the cat and giving it a scratch behind its ear, Vixen takes a quick breath and heads to the kitchen. Setting the bulky pile on the counter, the woman turns to look down at the little girl on the floor. "What was it you said petite," she asks.

Giving her mother a look, she tilts her head and sticks her finger in her mouth, a very familiar habit Vixen has herself and she was always trying to break herself of. Vixen knelt down to the same level as her daughter replies, "What'sadamnhooker?" Gently taking her finger out of her mouth, Vixen asks Lexi to repeat herself.

"Lexi say what's a damn hooker Mama," answers the little girl, a curious intensity on her face.

Vixen's shocked expression makes her daughter laugh until Vixen shakes her head. "Where did you hear such bad words Alexandria Dega?" asks Vixen, anger tinging her voice. The tone brings a pout to Lexi's lips as she points at the phone and answering machine. Hugging the now crying little girl to her, Vixen then leans her back again. "Those words are bad ones cherie and Mama and Daddy wouldn't want you using them, okay?" says Vixen to which Lexi nods and swipes at her tears. With a slight tap on her bottom, Vixen sends her daughter to play in her room before turning to the machine with a glare.

"Whoever the 'chienne' is that used that kind of language on this machine is going to receive an earful when I find out," she grumbles angrily as she goes through the messages. Listening to the message left by her opponent this week, Vixen's calm exterior shatters as she explodes angrily, watched by the Bombay cat who appears very disinterested. A spat of expletives in french escapes her as her fist slams down on the stop button of the machine, sending it flying to the floor.

Fists clenched, Vixen fights for calm, breathing hard. Once she does, she reaches for the phone and dials a number. Tapping a foot as she waits for someone to pick up, she smiles as she hears a very familiar voice on the other end.

"Hi. I need a favour and I need it now," she begins. "I have to go to Orlando asap and I need you to stay with Lexi...I know we were just there but something's come up," she adds after what must have been a rather rude comment. Vixen breaks out in a smile as the reply comes over the phone. "Great, we'll be waiting for you to come home to the ranch. I'll book a flight for this afternoon. So don't take too long. You have to come here because you drive faster than I do."

Hanging up, she rushes towards the back of the house and into the room she shared with Kevin Frost. Looking around the room she sighs and gets a bag from behind the door. "Gotta pack then tell Lexi that I am going," she mumbles to herself as she unzips the bag and heads to grab a couple of pairs of jeans then dark camo pants that she lays across the bottom of the bed. Rushing through the rest of her packing, she finishes in record time (for her) and then heads off to Lexi's room.

An hour later, a physically tired Vixen walks out and looks back to see her angel sleeping, her tear reddened face breaking her heart just like every other time she has dealt with a tantrum from Lexi. Sliding back into her own room, she begins to talk to herself as she heads for the shower, stripping away her clothes as she goes.

"Bravo Scott Johnson, you did what you wanted," she mumbles as she turns on the hot water. "You thought that I was all about how I would give my all. That can't be further from the truth. I'm not about giving it my all...I am about giving people the beating of a lifetime like I was trained to do."

Turning to the mirror, she glares and poses, like she is cutting a promo. It had been a while and she had better get back into it if she was going to give good tv for IPW. Leaning forward, she plants her hands on the bathroom counter.

"You better just remember that I'm not just a wrestler...not just a muay thai kickboxer...not just a former special forces soldier...if you are dumb enough to know all of that and no be worried then you just better hope that I am not going to take too much advantage of you when I beat...no...to quote Kevin, when I ICE your ass!" she exclaims, punctuating the quote by stabbing the air.

All seriousness is lost as she begins to laugh. "Cutting a promo naked isn't the way to get it done Kit," she jokes as she climbs into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, Vixen walks out of the room in the back, dressed in her camo pants with a dark tee and her ice blue tipped blonde hair pulled back into a long ponytail. Letting the bag drop softly on the rug by the door, she checks out the window on the side then heads to the kitchen with her right hand clutching something. Grabbing a bottle of water, she also grabs her purse and moves to perch on a barstool that is against the kitchen breakfast bar, opening her hand to reveal a silver and emerald pendent that she puts on then rubs it with a smile.

"I am ready for this match and I am ready for Scott Johnson," she says with a smile. "Now all I need is..." Her voice fades into a soft chuckle as she hears the throbbing roar of an american classic.

"Ask and ye shall receive," she jokes as a car door slams then boots can be heard on the porch moving towards the door. Getting to her feet, she moves to open the door and smiles as she leans against it to greet the person on the other side of it.

"I told you that you drove faster than I do but today must be a new record," she says with a smile, a familiar chuckle coming from the person outside. The answer only makes her roll her eyes.

"That's because I don't follow the speed limit like you do Kit. And if you are planning to make that plane this afternoon, y'all better leave now for Hobby."

Vixen shakes her head as she reaches for her bag as the person walks into the ranchhouse, trading places with Vixen who hugs the dark haired man who returns it then spins her and slaps her ass, pushing her towards the drive.

"Now get goin' so you'll be back faster. I can't miss ya til ya leave."
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A camera is recording as it moves along the hallway of the arena where Ignition is taking place later tonight. But this is early afternoon as a half eaten salad is seen sitting on what looks like a plain table found at arenas nationwide. To the side, the sound of nails hitting keys of a keyboard can be heard one peck at a time for the most part, as if the person typing just didn't care. Speaking of persons...the camera pans upwards to take in a blonde woman with a very intent look on her face as she seems to be reading something. Finally, her attention is drawn to the cameraman after he coughs slightly. Looking up at the cameraman, a smile slowly drifting across her face, Vixen tilts her head slightly and lets a vague "how can I help you?" look cross her face as she closes the laptop that is sitting on the table in front of her.

"I didn't think that anyone would be here this early," she says as she reaches for the salad and pulls it closer. "After all, nothing is going to be going on for a little while yet and I needed some peace and quiet to work on this."

Motioning at the laptop with the fork before spearing a piece of chicken from the dense leaves of lettuce, she smiles after depositing the bite in her mouth. Holding up her finger as the camera goes to view what it is that she is looking at on the computer.

"Now now, don't get nosey before I am ready to show you," Vixen teased as she set the lettuce filled bowl down and leaned over the laptop. Crossing her hands on it, she motions the cameraman to a seat that had been set across from her, as if she was expecting him. Sitting down, he moves to lower the camera but Vixen stops him with her next words.

"I want to talk about Scott Johnson...or rather to Scott Johnson and you are going to be my messenger."

Giving the blonde a look of surprise, the cameraman shakes his head. "I ain't gonna be yer messenger..."

Vixen rests her chin on a hand that she holds up. "Okay..I guess I will just have to sit here and talk to myself. I'll let Mr. Lowery know that you just couldn't do your job," she says slowly and sadly. Manipulative to a fault at times when it suits her, Vixen easily slips back into the happy go lucky woman she normally is and reaches for the laptop and opens it as the cameraman sighs and begins to film her.

Vixen smiles as she is seen holding an open laptop on her legs and is typing into it. Looking up at the camera she smiles more and waves.
"Well Scott, seems that you think you have gotten to me and I will admit that I did get a little testy at the language you used on that message you left for me on my answering machine at home. Bravo, my daughter now has a couple of new words in her vocabulary thanks to you," she says slowly, in a friendly voice that belies the seriousness of what she is saying. "Well what could I expect from someone who doesn't have any children. But thank you just the same."

Looking again at the laptop, Vixen can't help but shake her head. Pointing down to it, she smirks slightly. "I don't know what you might be thinking I am doing with this laptop. And before you even say it, no I am not looking at porn or whatever else you might think with your limited neurons. I am actually looking up information about someone near and dear to you Scott. I am looking up information about..." she says, heightening the anticipation for the moment before making the big reveal. "YOU!"


"Don't tell me you are doing that," says the cameraman in disgust. "That's just weak ass stuff yanno. Not like he's going to be worried or anything. Oooo Vixen's gonna be gettin' pictures of me and say that I am a man whore or something...I've seen that on like two wrestling programs and a pay per view yanno."

Vixen glares at the cameraman who shrugs and says "wha?" under his breath. "As a matter of fact, I wasn't going to do that so if you would be so kind..." she replies as she waves her hand at the camera.

"As I was saying," she begins, "I was looking up information about you. And I have to say Scott, I am mighty impressed. It says here that you are one of the toughest competitors out there and odds on favourite to win the IPW Gold. It also says here that because of you, I am a longshot to even get to round two. Between you and me, I have even seen websites that tell me in no uncertain terms to lay down for you because I don't even have a chance in this match."

Vixen sighs as she slowly closes the laptop and crosses her arms over her chest. "If I was a lesser competitor, I would do something like that. Laydown and take my beating like a good girl. But I don't see myself as a lesser competitor. I don't see myself as someone who could give up a chance that could see me make history in the world of professional wrestling. In short Scott, I don't see me as a wrestler that will lay down for you or any other man in IPW just because the odds are against me."

"You see, when someone says the odds are against me, that is when I get dangerous. Because if the odds are against you, that means you have everything to fight for and nothing to lose. And for me that means it is all out dominance that I am going for. All out aggression that I haven't released in my career until now. Until this match because that is what I am coming to do. I am coming to beat the odds and prove once and for all, just because you big bad guys are so tough, doesn't mean that someone like me can't be just as tough."


Vixen gets to her feet and turns the laptop where a video is playing. Playing is a title match showing Vixen beating a man for the title and the title says Vixen outfoxing the Champ. saying nothing else, Vixen picks up her salad and taking another forkful, she smiles and leaves the cameraman filming the laptop before the whole scene fades out.
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