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| Michael Hopkins vs. Vixen Frost; QFTG Semi-Final Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 27 2008, 02:40 PM (542 Views) | |
| Josh | Mar 27 2008, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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IPW Ignition April 2, 2008 From IPW Arena in Atlantic City, NJ Quest For The Gold Tournament: Semi-Final Match Michael Hopkins 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 Tuesday. |
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| WelshDragon | Mar 28 2008, 09:08 AM Post #2 |
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[size=7]IPW.COM EXCLUSIVE[/size] (The scene opens backstage at the IPW Arena in a hallway outside the EMT’s room. Yells of agony can be heard as an arm appears from behind the camera and knocks on the door. After a few seconds the door opens and the camera guy moves in to the room) Voice: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! (As the camera moves in we can make out Michael Hopkins sitting on the doctors table with IPW’s backstage doctor checking him over. Michael is sat on the table in absolute agony still sweating profusely from the match that just took place) Doctor: Does this hurt? (The doctor proceed to press Michael’s ribs which brings another loud yell of agony from Michael) Michael: OF COURSE IT BLOODY HURTS! I JUST TOLD YOU IT DID! That’s what pisses me off with you doctors, I come in here and I tell you that my ribs are killing me and then you go and poke my ribs. If I tell you it hurts, when you poke at it of course it is still going to hurt it will just hurt more. You people are all sadists. You get off on inflicting more pain to the already agony ridden. Doctor: Sorry, I’m just doing my job. Michael: JOB! What job? The local resident torturer? Doctor: Look I don’t have to take this. You may have some broken ribs, so if you want my help……….. Michael: Look. Just tape my damn ribs up and let me get the hell out of here. (Michael notices the camera and also notices someone with a microphone behind the camera) Michael: What the hell do you want? Voice: We just wanted to get a few words for IPW.com. (The person with a mic moves in to shot to show that it is Jessica Vail. Jessica moves closer to Michael as the doctor proceeds to tape up Michael’s ribs) Michael: Well I got a little time while the doc sorts my ribs out. Jessica: Great. So how are you feeling about what took place out in the ring tonight? Michael: Are you serious? (Jessica looks at Michael with a puzzled face) Jessica: Pardon? Michael: What kind of question is that? Jessica: ……… (Michael cuts her off before she can speak and snatches the microphone out of her hands) Michael: Look go stand over there while I tell the world what is going through my head. (Michael points to behind the camera and Jessica walks out of shot with a shocked expression on her face) Michael: How the hell do you think I feel? Pissed Off? Hurt? Battered? Bruised? Vengeful? Well if you think I am all of these things then guess what? You’re right. I’m hurting all over. I am batter and bruised. I am vengeful. And I damn sure am pissed off. Pissed off big time. But mostly pissed off at myself. Why you ask? Simply because I fell for a trap out there. I should of realised that Adam wasn’t going to come alone. I should of realised that he would have some bitches there to back him up. But I let my hatred for him over cloud my judgement. Something that I am really ashamed about. I should of seen it but I didn’t and when you let you judgment go for one second this is what happens. (Michael puts his arms out, slowly and cautiously, and looks down at his ribs) Michael: You get yourself hurt. An experience that I will learn from and never let happen again. People would think that because of what happened out there tonight I would be extremely pissed off with Adam Green but that is not the case. See what happened out there was more of a compliment than anything else. A compliment to me and Vixen. Let me explain. You see Adam knew that he and Jesse could not win this match so he had his little bitches run in and attack me. He knew, and still knows, that I am better than him. He knows when it comes down to it, he just can’t beat me. So that bring me on to his two new play things, Scott Johnson and Julian Norris. Now I have never had beef with either of you, so, at first, I was a bit shocked that you attacked me out there. But after thinking to myself, I figured out why you did what you did. You fear me. Just like Adam, you fear me. You know that when you look at me you look at the Next IPW Champion. And that is something that all three of you fear. So you try and take me out of the equation. A plan that didn’t, and will never, work. So you guys are calling yourselves The Hollywood Hitmen. Whoop-dee-doo. I don’t give a crap what the hell you guys call yourselves. Just know one fact. What goes around comes around. And eventually it will come back around to you. Now it may be today, tomorrow, next week, next year, I don’t know when. All I know is that when it comes around I will be there delivering it first hand and you will understand the literal meaning of the phrase, “Revenge is sweet”. A day will come when the three of you assholes get what you deserve and, personally, I can not wait. So listen to the boy scouts and, “BE PREPARED!” Because I will get my revenge and until then crouch in a corner and hide under a blanket but most importantly don’t forget to….PRAY…..YOU…..SURVIVE! (Michael goes to throw the mic to the floor when Jessica Veil walks in to the shot again) Jessica: What about your second round match with Vixen? (Michael pause and pulls the mic back to his mouth as Jessica exit’s the shot again. The doctor still continuing to tape Michael’s ribs accidentally presses in to Michael’s ribs) Michael: AAAAHHHH! You stupid Son of a….. (Michael raises his hand as if he is about to smack the doctor) Doctor: Sorry. Accident. (Michael lowers his hand and just turns his attention back to the camera) Michael: As I was about to say. So you want me to talk about this weeks match against Vixen? Well since the old doc is still busy here I will say a couple of things. Now as you saw in the ring, me and Vixen, we worked well as a team and we would have won if not for the interruption from The Hollywood Pussies but just like we both said last week, as soon as that final bell sounded it was no longer about Vixen and Welsh Dragon the team but about Vixen and The Welsh Dragon the opponents. And when our match comes around there will be no left over feelings of comradery from me. And I expect the same from you too, Vixen. I walk in to the ring this week with one goal and one goal only. Beating you and advancing on in my Quest For The Gold. Now I know all throughout your past you have probably had men, who you face in the ring, come out and comment that they will never lose to you because you’re a woman. I…I ain’t like that. I am not as stupid or gullible as the other men you have faced in the past. I know that just because you’re a women doesn’t mean you couldn’t kick my ass. The reason why you won’t or can’t kick my ass or beat me in that ring is the same as many other wrestling superstars, male or female, who can’t beat me. Because I am simply just better than you. A statement that I will prove in the ring at Ignition. And trust me, I know that facing you is not going to be an easy ride because I have studied what you are capable of in the ring and I know that you will be tough for me to put down. But I also know that I have what it takes to be the man to put you down. So bring all you got to the ring and then try to make me tap out but realise I will never tap, instead realise that when you step in the ring with me…..I will make you Black Out. So Vixen, all our friendly thoughts and gestures have been put away in a cupboard and this week is all about which one of us can overcome the other. A feat I am confident I can achieve. This week you are not an ally on the ladder to Glory, no, this week you are just like Steven Jones, another hurdle for The Welsh Dragon to overcome. And when Ignition comes around I WILL walk away the winner and I WILL advance to the final of the Tournament. And Vixen there is but one thing that you can do about it….. PRAY…..YOU…..SURVIVE! (Michael throws the mic towards Jessica Veil who catches it and leaves the room) Doctor: Right done. Michael: Good. Now I am out of here. (Michael easily gets off the table, holding his ribs, and leaves the room as the scene fades out to black) |
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| Vixen Frost | Mar 29 2008, 10:04 PM Post #3 |
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"Good morning, this is your captain speaking and welcome to Houston Texas. Estimated time of arrival at Hobby airport is..." Vixen looked up at the speaker that the voice was emanating from then glanced at the wristwatch that graced her arm. Smiling slightly, she leans back and lets her eyes close behind the dark shades she is wearing. Dressed like every other traveller, no one would suspect that her ribs were taped heavily and various aches and pains were plaguing the woman. To her fellow passengers, she was just another person on the early morning flight into Houston. To wrestling fans, she was the only woman in IPW that was in the hunt for the gold. Moments later, she bites her lip as the plane gives a little bounce on the tarmac of Hobby Airport and taxis towards the terminal. Once the plane stops and the doors are opened, Vixen waits in her seat as the plane empties then stands and reaches for an emerald gym bag in the overhead compartment. As she is leaving the plane, the pilot comes out of the cockpit and stops her before she leaves. “Aren’t you Vixen Frost, the wrestler?” he asks with a curious smile to which Vixen gives him a half smile as she shoulders the bag slowly. If she had a nickel for everyone who asked that question she thought with a soft chuckle and nod to the pilot. “Can I get your autograph ma’am? I’m a big fan,” he adds as he pulls out his flight log book and rips out a page and holds it out to the blonde. Taking the paper, Vixen is handed a pen and she signs the autograph and hands it back to the pilot. With a smile and a wave, she disembarks the plane and walks slowly down the skywalk to the gate, longing for nothing more than home and some tlc that she could get there. After arriving at the ranch, she slowly works her way up onto the porch and opens the front door. Calling out, she hears a squealing yell from a little girl who hurtles her way down the hall brings a wide grin to the face of Vixen as she braces for the impact that she knows is coming. “Lexi, ma cherie, I missed you so much,” she says as she catches the little girl before she can cause any pain to Vixen’s battered body. Straightening, she smiles at the dark haired man that had followed behind the little girl. “I also missed you too cher,” she adds before being pulled into a tight hug that brings a whimper to her lips. The man chuckles before letting her go, then meets her pained glare with a teasing look of his own. "Yeah, I figured as much. Remember, I've had a couple rib injuries myself in my younger days. Go lay down and try not to laugh... talk...breathe... whatever works for you" “Hey...I seem to remember those rib injuries getting some tlc from yours truly,” she jokes before chuckling and clutching at her ribs. “Besides, I gotta get them healed before Ignition when I face Hopkins in the second round. I have to beat him so I can get one step closer to Adam Green and make him pay.” "Ah yes, bandage the injuries and return to the fray. Very noble." he said, and although it was spoken in jest, it wasn't hard to hear the contempt underlying his low voice. "No time to heal when there are spot lights to stand under." Leaning up against him, she smiles and kisses him softly. “Sounds like someone I know...or how he use to be,” she teases back gently before caressing his cheek. “But I am giving myself lots of time to heal with this one cher. I got all this week to rest and recover. Doc said it was only bruised ribs...nothing broken.” "Oh well, if thats all it is..." he said as he rolled his eyes and gave her a gentle push on the small of her back towards the back bedroom. "And if you are so insistent on sounding and acting like that other person, maybe you can keep injuries like this up until it drives you over the edge too." “I love you cher, and I promise...I won’t ever let it get that far,” she says with a smile at the man. “And if I do...you have my permission to smack some sense into me.” Turning, she begins to walk backwards towards the room and blows a kiss to the man. “I’ll be out soon...maybe some rest and a hot shower will help.” The man stands there with his hands crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed and all the mirth gone from his expression. "I don't like any of this... I don't want it destroying you like it destroyed.... him." Even after these past couple years, he still wouldn't say Kevin's name aloud. Somewhat chilled by the look, Vixen only offers a sad half smile. “I know cher...but I needed to prove it to myself. Everyone said it was because of him that I achieved anything in my career,” she said softly before adding, “and once I prove it then I am done and coming home to stay with you and Lexi.” The look on the man's face showed he had no interest in helping Vixen save her own ego. "And in what condition? Too banged up to ever play with your daughter? Or maybe worse... so strung out that you'll be useless to everyone around you like he was?" said the man as his arms dropped to his side, fists clentched in rising anger. “Definitely not strung out...I don’t do painkillers, you know that,” she says slowly, evenly as she fights to remain calm. “I saw what they did to him and I don’t want to fight about this. I’m going to have a hot shower and calm down, then I will be out and I want to spend my downtime with the two of you, not worrying about my match coming up on Ignition, or arguing with you about this. I just want us to spend time together.” From the hard set of his jaw it was obvious that this wasn't the first quarrel about this topic and it probably wouldn't be the last. "You go take your bath... I promised Lexi that I'd take her to a movie. We'll be back in a couple hours. " “Okay cher,” she says slowly, sounding defeated as she runs a hand through her blonde curls. “I’ll watch for you guys later.” Moving towards the man, she smiles up at him, leaning up for a kiss. “How about we agree to disagree cher and call a ceasefire?” she whispers softly. With his eyes still hard set, he lets a slight smirk cross his features. "This isn't over Mrs. Frost. I'm not going to lose you without a fight. But go... enjoy your bath, and then we can enjoy one of our own later." Softly chuckling, she leans up and quickly kisses his cheek and lips. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she teases. “Promise you’ll wash my back later?” As little Lexi runs back into the room, he looks at her as though he was confused by her request. "Your back? But all the fun things to play with are in front...." And with that he bent down to pick up Lexi and headed towards the door. “Which is why I wanted to remind you about my back,” she calls out to him. “You always seem to forget it.” Smiling, she moves to the door and lays a hand on his arm. “Mommy will see you later Lexi, be good.” Kissing the two as they leave, Vixen turns and grabs the bag she had set down and headed towards the bedroom. Walking inside, Vixen lets the bag drop on the floor near the door and then moves to the full length mirror as she works off her shirt to stare at the offwhite bandages that encircle her midsection. Anger crosses her face as she takes a shallow breath and exhales it with a hiss. “Getting Green back for that surprise introduction that I was forced to endure will be a pleasure. Sadly I am going to have to get through Michael Hopkins to do it. But if I want to face Adam Green, I am going to have to put him down and down hard,” she mutters as she moves to lay on the bed. Stretched out, she puts her hands under her head and stares at the ceiling. “We worked well together in that tag match and probably should have won,” she says with a sigh. “But leave it to Green to need help and bring in Johnson and Norris into the match. He probably knew that we would win so he punked us out with his little Hitmen. Well that is just one more thing that I have to pay him back for. And trust me, I am going to get my own back.” Getting to her feet, she begins the slow job of unwrapping her ribs and taking a deeper breath than she had been able to for the last day and a half. Even the stabbing pain didn’t take her mind off the match that was coming up this week. “Michael Hopkins...a man that wants to advance to the finals and is probably going to say he won’t underestimate me. He at least recognizes just how dangerous of a wrestler I can be. Well, when it comes to this match, I am not going to settle for second best. I am out to win and if that means that I have to make Michael Hopkins a stepping stone to Adam Green and then the gold, then so be it.” A smirk crosses her face as she moves towards the bathroom and sets the water running to fill the tub as she pushes off the shoes and socks on her feet and pushes the dark jeans over her hips and downward. Sliding into the hot water, her body screaming in protest even as her aches begin to fade from the heat, Vixen lays back, her eyes closing as she relaxes. After all, she needed to rehab her ribs quickly...luckily, she had a couple of hours to kill before she had to worry about possibly hurting them in physical activity. It was good to be home...it would be even better later. |
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| WelshDragon | Mar 31 2008, 06:14 PM Post #4 |
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(The scene opens outside Michael Hopkins’ home in Miami. The camera is focused in on the road outside Michael’s house as if it was waiting for someone. After only a few seconds of waiting a red Chevrolet Camaro enters the frame and proceeds to turn in to the drive of Michael’s home. Once the car had come to a complete stop and the engine was switched off, the door swings open and out steps Michael Hopkins. He slowly gets out of the car with one hand on his ribs and then shuts the door and heads to the boot of the car. He quickly grabs his bag out of the boot and shuts it down and heads towards the front of his home. Once at the door, he puts his key in and opens the door. Once in the house, he throws his bag down on the floor and throws his keys on to a nearby table and takes off his jacket very carefully. As he hangs his jacket up he can hear voices coming from a nearby room and picks up a baseball bat that was lying next to the door and goes to investigate. Once at the door of the room he quickly swings the door open and enters the room, bat back ready to swing, to find the TV on and a man sat on a nearby sofa. As soon as Michael catches a glimpse of the man he lowers his bat indicating that he knows him and then turns on the lights) Michael: Well, well, well. What do we have here then? When did you get in bro? (The man stands up at the sound of Michael’s voice and moves towards Michael) Man: I got in like two hours ago. I knew you were still on your way back from the show, so I just came back here. Michael: Sweet. How you been doing? How is mam and the wife and kids? (The man who turns out to be Michael’s brother, Brad, leans in for a quick embrace as he answers) Brad: They are all good. The kids are well and the wife is doing great. But mam did say you need to call her because she hasn’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. And……. (Michael stops Brad just before he connects with the hug) Michael: Wow now. The ribs are still a bit tender from last week. (Michael extends his hand instead and Brad grabs his hand and pulls him in and hugs him which brings a yelp of pain from Michael who pushes Brad away) Michael: AH. I just told you my ribs are sore. Brad: Come on you big girl’s blouse. A little pain never hurt anyone. Michael: Yeah just remember that when I put you on the floor because you touch my ribs again, brother or not, you will be flat on your back. Brad: Calm down, little bro. Just playing with ya. Michael: Yeah well leave the ribs out of the game. Now let me sit down on something comfortable because the plane seats are a load of rubbish. (Michael sits down and is soon followed by Brad) Michael: You see the match last week or not? Brad: Of course. I never miss a match with my bro in. Michael: What about…. Brad: Okay, well I may of missed a few but not this one. Michael: What did you think? Brad: Well it is blatantly obvious you guys got screwed out there. I mean you had the match won but then those two assholes came down and jumped you. Frigging pussies. You got to get them back. Michael: Oh. Don’t worry. The time will come. And it will come soon. If all goes well this week then two of those pussies will get a big sample of revenge courtesy of The Welsh Dragon. Brad: What do you mean? Michael: Well there is a possibility that two of those guys could make it to the final of this Tournament thing that we got going on and obviously there is a strong possibility that I will qualify and thus I get a small slice of revenge by not only hurting them physically but I get to dash their hopes and dreams by capturing the World Title. Brad: So speaking of this Tournament, who you got in the next round? Michael: I thought you followed my career. Brad: ….. Michael: Never mind. Anyway, I am going up against Vixen Frost. Brad: The chick you tagged with last week? Michael: Yeah. Brad: Your kidding me? You are facing a girl? HA! HA! HA! This is going to be a piece of cake. Michael: What the hell do you mean?!?!?! Brad: Well you are a man and she is a woman. Michael: Grow up you chauvinistic pig. Brad: Huh? Michael: Have some damn respect. Yeah she’s a woman but she could kick your ass. Hell she may be able to kick my ass, just not this week. Vixen is one tough cookie. So don’t go saying stupid shit because when it comes down to it she could kick any man’s ass on this planet. Brad: Okay, okay. Sorry. Michael: You should be. She isn’t just some chick. Vixen was once in the marines and you know that you don’t get in the marines unless you are one tough bastard, male or female. And hell, just look at what happened in Round One against Scott Johnson…… Brad: Isn’t that…… Michael: Yeah he is one of the pussies who jumped me in the ring. Anyway, what happened in that first round? Scott Johnson thought it was going to be easy because Vixen was a girl. He soon changed his tone when Vixen made the bitch tap. So in the future you really need to think before you open that big mouth of yours. Brad: Point taken. Anyway I am going to get a drink and something to eat you coming? Michael: Yeah just give me a few minutes. (Michael points over to the camera as Brad gets up and just smiles and then leaves the room) Michael: First off let me let all of you know that my ribs are not broken. They are just a little bruised. I will be better by the time Ignition comes around so don’t worry yourselves. Now, Vixen, I know that you want so desperately to beat me this week to advance to the final not only to capture what everyone wants but, maybe more importantly, get some revenge on Green. And I know you will put that desire to good use at Ignition and you will give your all. But I am afraid that I can’t and I won’t allow you to beat me. I won’t allow you to beat me for the exact same reasons that you have for wanting to win. I want revenge and I damn sure want that belt. So we both want the exact same things but only one of us will get what we both want. And I am really sorry to tell you, but I always get what I want. Now the time is dwindling down for when we have to lock up in that ring. So rest up, heal those ribs, hug your daughter, kiss your man and be prepared to feel the sorrow of defeat because there can be only one winner this week and….Vixen….you are, as you will at Ignition, staring in to that one winner’s eyes. So Vixen get ready because, this week, you face off against the only man to have talent on loan from God. And a man like that will not lose. And, as always, there is but one thing thou can do about it…… PRAY….YOU….SURVIVE! (Michael stands up and exit’s the shot as the scene fades out slowly to black) |
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| Vixen Frost | Mar 31 2008, 10:11 PM Post #5 |
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The day was quiet as the blonde woman sits on the porch of the ranch. A book lays ignored on the seat beside her as she cuddles with a small child who had laid her head on Vixen’s shoulder and fallen asleep. In the drowsy early afternoon, Vixen watches the distance seeing a vehicle moving along the highway and turing into the ranch drive. Unable to move, the blonde is surprised to see Jessica Vail pull up in a rental car and open the driver door. “VIX..” she calls out loudly before being shushed by Vixen who motions at the sleeping little girl. Jessica motions to the cameraman to be quiet as they approach the porch. Taking in the blonde and the small brunette snuggled on the seat together, Jessica smiles and motions towards the opposite chair. “Mind if I sit down for this?” Vixen nods her agreement before reaching her free hand to run it through her blonde curls. “Why are you here Jessica? I mean I know Ignition isn’t for a couple of days yet but I would have thought that I would have the week off and could spend it in relative peace and quiet,” says the blonde with a smile. “I know and in reality I would have said that no one would want to bother you but seeing as you are high profile in IPW, you are prime interview material and seeing as I am the voice of IPW interviewers, it’s my job to get the interviews,” Jessica replies as she buffs her nails on her shirt. Vixen watches her with disinterest before Jessica notices and then points at the cameraperson. “So since you are big news in IPW, think I could get an interview with you?” Sighing softly so as not to wake her daughter, Vixen takes a slow breath and releases it. “All right Jessica, I suppose I could let you ask a few questions.” Snuggling the little girl, laying her head along the little ones for a moment, Vixen then smiles as the cameraman starts to film her. Vixen turns back to Jessica who leans towards her with a microphone that she had pulled out of somewhere. “IPW interviews Vixen Frost take one...” says Jessica before counting down then beginning. “This is Jessica Vail for IPW and today we are here to talk to Vixen Frost, one of the contenders for the IPW Championship. So Vixen, I guess the first question is why?” Vixen looks at the interviewer as if she had grown two heads. “Why what? You are going to have to be more specific than that. Why did I join IPW? Why am I facing men? Why should my competitors be worried about facing me? “ Vixen smiles as she holds up her hand. “Sorry, my bad. I guess my answer should be why not? I know that I have things to prove and people to put in their places. That’s why I am back and that is why I am doing what I am doing.” Smiling, Vixen spares a glance at the cameraman who gives her a thumbs up as Jessica gets a confused look on her face. “Well, I suppose but my why would be why are you here when you should be getting ready to face Michael Hopkins on Ignition,” Jessica says as if she was going to ask that all along. Vixen nods slowly and smiles almost self consciously as she again pushes curls out of her face. “I’m here because this is where I gain my inspiration...where I can gain the focus and gather my strength for my next match which just happens to be Michael Hopkins.” “Speaking of Michael Hopkins,” Jessica says, ”He was your partner this past Ignition and the two of you seems to jive quite well. Does this mean that this week you aren’t going to be giving it your all against him out of some kind of respect?” Vixen thinks about it for a moment then slowly answers. “I have to give him props Jessica. Michael Hopkins on his game is one hell of a competitor. And trust me, I am not taking him lightly at all and if you think that because I respect the man that I won’t be focused on beating him then you have no idea about what I am going to do to him in the ring this week.” Straightening slightly, still with the girl leaning against her, murmuring in her sleep, Vixen smiles at the camera and talks to it like it is Michael Hopkins. “I have to take this opportunity right now to apologize to Michael Hopkins. I have two things to apologize to him for. First, I have to apologize for letting Adam Green get the drop on us in that tag match when he brought in tweedle dee and tweedle dum. For that I am sorry. And the second thing is that I have to apologize for beating you this week. I know we both want it in the worse way but I think that I want it a little bit more than you do Michael. Once we step into the ring, I will still have respect for you but I will also be ready to take your head off your shoulders if it means I will move on in this tournament. “ Jessica gives Vixen a look. “Do you really mean that Vixen? I mean I know girl power and all that jazz but this is Michael Hopkins.” Vixen gives a soft depreciating laugh. “I know it is Michael Hopkins Jessica and I am not discounting anything that he can do in that ring. But I also know what I am capable of and believe me when I say that I learned from the best and trust me, everyone realizes that I am army trained and that I have beaten bigger men than him. But I will say that this should be main event caliber at the show.” The small girl on her lap begins to stir and wakes up, rubbing at her ice blue eyes. “Who dat Mamma?” she says in her sleepy little voice. “My name is Jessica and I am here to talk to Momma,” says Jessica who smiles at the little girl. Vixen slowly stands with barely a grunt of pain from her ribs. “I think it is time for the interview to come to an end since petite here is awake. I wish I could talk more Jessica but I don’t think that now is the time,” says Vixen as she moves towards the door of the ranch house with the girl holding her mother around the neck. “But Vixen...” says Jessica but is stopped as Vixen opens the door and turns to Jessica. “I will talk to you at Ignition Jessica. Lexi here is a little more important than an interview. But thank you for wanting to talk to me.” With that, Vixen walks into the ranch leaving Jessica and the cameraman nothing to do but get into their rental car and leave. |
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| Vixen Frost | Apr 1 2008, 01:48 PM Post #6 |
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Tick tock...closer and closer to the time that Vixen is scheduled to step into the ring with Michael Hopkins. About this time, any other wrestler would be getting more nervous and tense. Normally so would Vixen but that was before she stepped into the silence of the room that she hadn't been in a long time. Opening the door slowly, a slight creak proving just how long it has been since she has been there, Vixen looks around the "trophy" room at the ranch. Inside, her professional life in wrestling is spread all over, mixed with the trophies that Kevin had won along the way. Walking slowly into the room and shutting the door, Vixen breaths deeply as she runs a hand along the table against the wall by the door. On it is a picture of Kevin Frost and rodeo star Lane Frost with a bunch of good show ribbons and one lone belt buckle. Looking further, Kevin's world title rests in a place of honour on a shelf. But Kevin's awards weren't what she was here to see. She moves further into the room towards a shelf that has its own belts on it. With each belt is a picture showing the winner of the belt. In each picture is Vixen, her hands raised. Looking at them slowly, she lowers her head. She is getting into a really bad habit, talking to herself. Kevin of course would claim that her "Canadian" was really getting serious. But Vixen somehow found comfort in expressing things, even if it was just to herself. “Titles...symbols that show I am serious about what I do. And I am serious when I put my mind to it. And I have put my mind to going out there week after week and proving everyone wrong, proving that I can comeback just as tough...just as dangerous as I use to be. And this week is the test that I have been dreading,” says Vixen as she runs a hand over one title. “You see, last week's tag match wasn't one that I feared. Last week it was me and my opponent against two men who also advanced in the tournament for the IPW gold and are set to square off this week, just like I am preparing to face last week’s partner and beat him in the ring. Granted, he is not going to make it easy” It was close but she did pull it out. But why is Vixen talking this way. What is this about tests? Sighing, she continues, “This week's match has me facing a man who is a former champion which means he has been to the top of the world. And he is definitely going to test me in that ring. But what he doesn't know is that I can go the distance. I have faced odds that he has never even dreamed of.” Vixen turns and looks behind her, at a picture that shows a young girl, hair tangled and stringy as she stands in full fatigues. Picking up the picture, Vixen laughs under her breath. “Basic training...forced into it by that judge. I was 18 at the time, caught between the choice of jail or the army. I chose the army and suffered through those three years,” she says proudly. “But it made me strong. It made me realize that I couldn't let anyone push me around anymore. Just like I won't be letting anyone in IPW push me around, least of all my opponents.” Vixen puts the picture back, setting it just right as she takes a slow deep breath. “Michael Hopkins,” Vixen murmurs in a slow voice, “facing me in a match that will see us trying to beat each other. Now most people would say to let you beat me…losing to you would not be a bad thing. I am afraid I can't do that. I can't let you get the cheap win. So I will tell you right now, this is going to be a fight alright...and I don't shy away from fights. Never have and never will. So come Ignition and the ring announcer calls out my name...you better be prepared for one hell of a fight because I am coming to bring you one.” Sounding so fierce, Vixen grins as her head moves from side to side. Never before has she been this eager to prove herself...well, almost never before...but that is another story. Walking towards the door, she stops as she pulls it open. Taking one last look around the room, she smiles and steps outside, closing the door behind her. In the hallway, she is confronted by her daughter who has a finger in her mouth and a smile on her face. “What’s Mama doin’?” says the little brunette. Vixen smiles and looks at the room door and then down at her little girl and kneels down to get on the same level as Lexi. “Mama is just talking to herself,” Vixen answers only to be surprised by the little girl’s reply of “Is you bein’ Cadian again?” Vixen narrows her eyes slightly at the little girl, a chuckle escaping her as the little girl tilts her head.“Petite…Mama is Canadian…that makes you half Canadian too,” says the blonde as she ruffles the hair of Lexi. “Ooooo…Lexi’s Cadian! I tellin’” screams the little girl with what sounds like faked fear. The little girl runs off and Vixen straightens to watch her as an arm drops around her shoulder. Turning, she smiles and lays her blonde head on the shoulder of the man. “Sometimes I think she is too much like her father,” says Vixen with a sigh. “Not that it is a bad thing…but the whole Canadian thing isn’t good for her to start. Considering she is partially Canadian.” “What, you don’t think she can’t convince anyone she isn’t Canadian with that drawl of hers?” jokes the man who is holding an emerald green bag on his shoulder. “Besides, that Canadian thing as you so charmingly put it is pretty funny if you ask me. You look so cute when you are pissed about it.” Emitting an angry squeak, Vixen nudges the man in the ribs only to be caught and pulled close for a kiss then twirled and pointed at the door. “You’re gonna miss your plane and lose by default,” he jokes. “De fault of you not being able to get over that Canadian thing.” Laughter follows her as she is guided out of the hallway and to the front door. “Hurry home to us tomorrow,” he adds, a serious look coming over his face. “And take care of yourself Mrs Frost tonight.” Turning back to the man, Vixen has a half smirk on her face and nods. “I know the drill,” she teases back before kissing him and opening the door. Walking to the car, she looks back one more time to find the man and little girl standing on the porch in the shade waving at her. Waving back, she slides into the car and slamming the door shut, puts the car in gear and pulls away from the ranch. A little while later, the blonde is seen, slouched in a chair in the terminal for her flight to be called. Dressed like every other traveller, the only difference being that she was on her way to fulfilling her destiny by moving on in the IPW Quest for the Gold tournament while everyone else was just looking to go to Jersey for whatever they had planned. As their flight is called, Vixen waits until the few passengers are well on their way through the gate before pulling the emerald bag over her shoulder and moving to the gate. “Excuse me miss…but aren’t you Vixen Frost?” asks the steward at the gate, celebrity lust shining in his eyes as he holds out some paper. “Can I get your autograph?” The more things change…the more they stay the same she thinks as she signs then smiling her way through the gate, she moves down the skyway and boards the plane. |
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| WelshDragon | Apr 1 2008, 02:34 PM Post #7 |
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(The scene opens back at Michael Hopkins’ home in Miami. To be precise outside in his back yard metres in front of a pool. Splashes can be heard coming from the pool so the camera moves in closer to show Michael Hopkins doing lengths. After four more lengths Michael gets out of the pool on the far side opposite where the camera was positioned. The camera quickly moves around to where Michael is just as Michael takes a seat in to a nearby lounger. Once the camera finally gets around to where Michael is, the camera focuses in on Michael’s ribs. Once focused you can see a huge bruise. After seconds of looking at the bruise the camera moves up to Michael’s face. Michael is just sat there, now wearing sunglasses, with a little smirk on his face) Michael: About time. I asked for you guys here hours ago. Camera Man: We…….. Michael: Never mind excuses. At least you’re here now. So lets get this under way. First off let me state one fact. I am ready for tomorrow night. Ribs are almost healed. The rest of the body if fit and healthy. I am focused. I am confident. And, more importantly, I am ready to beat Vixen Frost. You know many, many guys always make threats to their opponents, including me. Things like, “I am going to destroy you”, “I am going to kill you” and, “I will win”. But only a few of those guys can go out every night and back their words up. Me…I am one of those men. And I have said, all week, that I will beat Vixen. Words that I will back up. So sorry to you Vixen. You know I like you and all but this week I have to put you down and if you don’t stay down, I am going to have to put you down for good. Now that is not a threat. No, no, no…. (Michael takes his sunglasses off) Michael: That is a God Damn promise. (Michael puts his glasses back on) Michael: When I was young, my mother always taught me to never hit a woman and that is a lesson I have never forgotten and a rule that I have never broken. But this week for me to win this match I have to, reluctantly, break the rule and ignore my mother’s lesson. I HAVE to hit a woman. Something that I don’t like to do, but something I must do. This week Vixen I have do hit you…..and I have to hurt you. And, as much as I hate to do it, for me there is no other choice. I NEED to beat you at Ignition. Simply because I NEED the World Title and I damn sure NEED revenge on The Hollywood Hitmen. So you can say you WANT it more than me but, fact is, I NEED it more than you. A need that I WILL for fill. There is no need for any apologies Vixen. The first or the second. Because fact is, we both know Adam Green well and WE should of known that he would have some idiots to do his dirty work because Adam Green never travels alone. And as for the second apology there definitely is no need for it because, even though I am sure it will be tough, I am going to win at Ignition so the apology is neither warranted or needed. The respect you have for me is returned but as far as you taking my head of my shoulders….not happening. I am not saying that you can’t because I have done my research and I know that you could. It is just I will not allow you. I know you will hurt me out there but you won’t hurt me sufficiently enough to put me down for the three count. So you can give me all you got but I will not stay down. I will always get back up and come at you faster and harder. The only way you can possibly keep me down for the count, is if you KILL ME! Trust me Vixen, I know that you are capable of going the distance and I am sure this match will push both of us to the very edge of our abilities but the fact will always remain that my edge is further out than yours. Now that is not a sexist thing…That is just a talent thing. But take it how ever way you wish but the point I am trying to make is that I am simply better than you. A point that I will both prove and make in that ring in just mere hours. Let me tell you another thing. I will be walking to that ring 100% ready for a fight. I will fight until my last breathe. I will fight until the bell sounds and the ref raises my arm in victory. I will give you my all Vixen and I don’t hope it will be enough…I know it will. Now go and hug your little girl Vixen and then whisper in her ear. Tell her not to watch Mommy on the TV this week because, even though I don’t want to, I am going to beat you badly Vixen. I will beat you to within an inch of your life because I know that is what it will take to beat you. So I am ready for a fight and it seems so are you. So all that is left is for us to get in that ring and light it up. So Vixen….I will see you in the Main Event. (Michael gets out of his lounger and walks back over towards the pool but just before diving in he takes off his sunglasses, once again, and throws them to the ground and turns to the camera with an intense look in his eyes) Michael: Oh I forgot…….. PRAY YOU SURVIVE! (With those words Michael dives in to the pool and the scene fades as Michael starts to swim lengths again) |
![]() Props and thanks go to the GFX Master Adam Green^^^^^ <select size="1" name="GP" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10 pt; font-weight: bold; background-color: red"><br/> <br></br> <option selected>Welsh Dragon's IPW Record: 1 Win, 2 Losses, 0 Ties <option>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</option> <option>>>>Defeated Steven Jones in 1st Rond of Quest For Gold Tournament</option> <option>>>>Lost Tag Match to Adam Green and Jesse James with Vixen Frost</option> <option>>>>Lost to Vixen Frost in 2nd Round of Quest For Gold Tournament</option> </select> | |
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