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Gigi Steward vs. Rachel Foxx
Topic Started: Jul 25 2008, 11:03 AM (240 Views)
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Gigi Steward vs. Rachel Foxx

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July 26, 2008


Arson is suspected in a fire that swept through the Endeavor Talent Agency early Thursday morning.

No one was believed to be inside when the fire started inside ETA's 4-story US Headquarters, which collapsed into a pile of smoldering rubble because of the flames and the massive amount of water used to put them out.

"We have some evidence that indicates that we do have an intentionally set fire," said state Fire Marshall Kate Dargan. "So we believe that we may be looking at a criminal act here."

Rachel Foxx, CEO of the Endeavor Talent Agency's chief rival, was orginally being considered as the primary suspect in the fire, but after hours of questioning Rachel, her staff and her friends it was determined that her aliby was solid, and she was released from custody. Nine other suspects and two eye witnesses have also been questioned, but turned up nothing.

"As of right now, the culprit is still at large," said Bevely Hills police chief David Snowden "but I want to assure everyone that we are doing absolutely everything we can do to find whoever perpetrated this heinous crime."


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My eyes burn as I walk out of the police station, and into the sunlight. My head is still in a bit of a fog, but the realization that I am free begins to set in. I can still feel the ashes on my hands, and I can smell the gasoline all over me, even though I took multiple showers and washed them both thouroghly off. Oh well, at least buisness will be easier for a while.

I lift my hair and take the cigarette from behind my ear, and light it. I take a long drag, and slump against the wall in exhaustion as I exhale. As I take a second drag Toby, my chauffer, pulls up in a limo.


TOBY: "Ms. Foxx, your publicist sent me to pick you up and take you home"

I blow the rich tobacco smoke into the air.

"No thank you, I think I'll walk."

My chauffer shoots me a confused look.

TOBY: "Are you sure Ms. Foxx? You look completely exhausted and your house is miles away."

"I know where my house is," I say in a tone that betrays my frustration "but its a beautiful day, and the exercise won't hurt me at all."

I try to soften my tone, and force what must be the world's fakest smile onto my lips.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off, and take your kids out. I'm sure they would appreciate it."

Toby's expression shifts from one of confusion to one of happiness. He thanks me multiple times before rolling up the window and driving off. As he fades into the distance, I finish my cigarette and get back on my feet. I take a couplte steps and realize that turning down that ride home was an extremely bad idea; but, since my cell phone is laying on my dresser at the house, there is very little I can do about it.

Ugh, this would be better if I had my iPhone, then I could listen to music. What am I saying, then I could call Daniel and have him pick me up. Oh well, I light the last cigarette I have, and continue walking down the street. As I walk I get a mixture of reactions. A few people run up to me asking for my autograph, while most shake their hads at me in dissappointment over the way I have behaved my self recently. I manage to tune them all out and continue walking. Most people realize that I am ignoring them, and go on about their business, but one voice follows me for blocks, nagging me, judging me, pointing out all of my indiscretions to anyone willing to listen. I keep walking, but he is getting harder and harder to ignore, and then he says the wrong thing.


HECKLER: "Look at you!! What would your mother think if she could see you now?"

Before I know what's happening, I have slammed this man against a restaraunt window and am holding him there with my hand around his throat.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I scream at him

I await a response, but he is suddenly silent. He has a look of shear terror in his eyes as tears stream down his cheeks. He begs me not to hurt him as his entire body begins to flail in an attempt to break free of my grasp. It is truly pathetic. I cock my hand back, but my eyes is suddenly caught by my reflection. I see the rage in my eyes, and suddenly the anger is gone. Is this real me? Am I really a monster?

I release my grip from the mans neck. He wipes the tears from his cheeks, and runs away as quick as he can. I stare at my reflection for a few moments before a sign across the street catches my eyes.


FREE REDEMPTION, INQUIRE WITHIN

The sign sits in front of Good Shepard Catholic Church. I stare at it for what seems like an eternity, before crossing the street and entering the church.

When I was a little girl, I was sent to a Catholic boarding school, not because we were Catholic, more because my mother wanted me out of her hair, so I guess you could say that I was raised Catholic, but it has been years since I have actually been in a church of any kind. I enter and quickly make my way into the confessional.

PRIEST: "How may I help you my child?"

The voice startles me a bit, but I go to the text book Catrholic response.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned."

PRIEST: "How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Its been...years"

PRIEST: "What would you like to confess?"

I chuckle

"Where should I begin?"

PRIEST: "Wherever you want."

"Everything I say in here stays between you and I, right?"

PRIEST: "I am not allowed to repeat anything you say to anyone."

I take a deep breath before I begin.

"I burned down my chief rival's business last night."

PRIEST: "Are you repentant for this?"

"Not even a little bit."

PRIEST: "Why is that?"

"He deserved it. As a matter of fact, he deserved a lot worse than what I did to him. The weird thing is I know I will never get caught. You see I have recently had an epiphany. Violence is what makes the world go 'round, which means that we need villians."

PRIEST: "What do you mean?"

"When something bad happens (arson, robbery, kidnapping, murder) everyone runs in fear. They lock themselves in the safety of their homes, and then complain about how unsafe the world is. They write newspaper editorials, rant on the radio, and complain to one another condeming the guilty for their crimes, and the police for not doing a good enough job, but no one is willing to roll up their sleeves and do anything about it. Do you know why?"

PRIEST: "Why is that?"

"Because secretly, we love it when the bad things happen. We mask our inner love for violence by openly condeming the guilty, but deep deep down, we enjoy their work. When the DC snipers were terrorizing the Maryland/DC area, yeah people hid in fear, but each and every one of them was glued to their TV set, taking in each and every update as they came, because it was exciting. They were shaken from their normal 9-5 routine, and forced to deal with the world around them. While everyone praised the police for finally catching them, deep down everyone was really dissappointed."

I pause for a moment, but I can hear the priest quietly gasp.

"Let me give you another example. On Thursday night, I am going to step into the SCW ring with the self-proclaimed 'savior' of the women's division, Gigi Steward. She is a despicable, arrogant, over-priviledged little girl and the daughter of the most over-rated diva of all time. She somehow managed a miracle win at our last Pay Per View, and is now the new SCW Women's Champion."

A small chuckle once again escapes my lips as I picture the carnage I have in store for the new Women's Champ.

"When I square off with her, I will once again not be looking for a win. My goal is to put Gigi in the hospital. I am planning to bring the 'princess of wrestling' down from her throne, and give her a taste of a world she couldn't possibly imagine. I am going to smash her face in with my sledge hammer, break every bone in her body, and that's just where I am going to begin. By the time I finish with her, she will beg me to release her from her earthly bonds."

Another gasp of horror from the priest, but this time he doesn't even bother to stifle it. I smile upon hearing it, and continue.

"Then, on Friday morning, I will condemned for the unspeakable acts I commited against the newly crowned queen of SCW. Because Gigi is, in this case, the lesser of two evils, the internet wrestling sites will tell the world that I am a monster. Fans will log onto the message boards in record numbers to blast me, enraged parents will flood the corporate offices with letters and calls asking for me to be fired; but, watch the tape of my match, and you will hear the fans cheering enthusiastically each time I bring the hammer down on Gigi's frail body."

PRIEST: "Why are you telling me this?"

"I am not exactly sure...I...I..."

PRIEST: " Well let me take a wild guess here. I am guessing that you are here because your subconscious brought you here. Secretly you are looking for me to talk you out of doing what you are going to do. Well, I could do that, and I could tell you that what you are planning to do is completely wrong in the eyes of God, but I'm guessing you wouldn't take that advice to heart. So, all I can tell you is that you need to do what you feel is right."

"But this is what I feel is right. Hurting people is what drives me!! It is my reason to live, and I am almost ppositive it IS the one thing that keeps my heart beating. I don't feel guilt."

PRIEST: "Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't be here talking to me. Look, I could tell you the penance that you would have to do to atone for your most recent sins, but you probably wouldn't do them. However, something inside you has brought you here to see me. So, I want you to do exactly what you are planning to do. Live your life like you normally would. Then, a week from today, I would like you to return here, and we will see if you view things the same way."

"I...I understand father."

PRIEST: "Go with God my child."

I smile as I open the door to the confessional and make my way out.

"I think god will be sitting this one out."

With my week long free pass to do anything I want, I make my way out of the church, closing the door behind me as the scene fades to black.
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