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Stacy Kissinger vs. Alexis Rayne
Topic Started: Oct 10 2011, 12:46 PM (188 Views)
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SCW Presents... Breakdown Oct 19,2011, Featuring;


Stacy Kissinger vs. Alexis Rayne

RP Limit: 1 RP per person. 2 RP per team (1 per team member)
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday October 18, 2011


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OOC: Just finished this. Honestly I have been more focused on Pete. Never the less, I liked how this came out. The scenes are shorter than normal but they set up for my PPV Rp's. Especially the second scene. As usual if Chad does not seem "Chad Like" take it up with Mr. Casey lol. He approves it!! Anyways. Enjoy.



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OOC: And here's my offering. Thanks for the extension Olek and I'll make sure it doesn't become a habit. I really have been busy since Friday as I haven't even been on MSN since then. As for you Tiff, good luck in this match and for the PPV. :)

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Album: The Rest Of My Life
Track 8: Be More Thoughtful

Baltimore, Maryland. A yellow taxi cab pulls up in front of the Baltimore Marriott - Inner Harbor at Camden Yards. It comes to a full stop and the two rear doors open first, pretty much at the same time. The first to step out is Jenna. She immediately looks all around her, already astonished at the view of the Inner Harbor. Her blue eyes really go wide when she turns to see the hotel that skies about 10 stories high. Stacy, who has since stepped out the other side of the cab, walks over to Jenna and stands at her side, not afraid to speak her mind.

Stacy: “Yep, anotha hotel. I’m ovah it though.”

Jenna: “We’re actually stayin’…here? How is this affordable?”

Stacy: “I got more than enough earnings throughout mah career Jenna. Figured I’d nevah know when I’d drop dead, so I figured, may as well use it all. So enjoy it if ya must Jenna. I even got ya yer own room. This one’s on me.”

Jenna looks like she’s about to reply to Stacy, but doesn’t. She instead continues to be enamored by the view. When she turns a bit it’s now that she sees the beach, which isn’t all that populated now that we’re getting fully into the fall season. Stacy soon catches sight of the beach too and really focuses her deep brown eyes on it. Her focus however is snuffed out when the cab driver holds his hand out the window, pretty much silently demanding cab fare. Stacy sees him from out of the corner of her eye and reaches into the pocket of her pants. She passes him a wad of bills that satisfies the driver.

Stacy: “Well, come on Jenna. Let’s get our thangs and get inside. Aftah that, go ahead and do whatevah. Just remembah what that prison guard said, don’t leave the country.”

Jenna: “Not gonna happen. I have a guilty enough conscience as it is Stacy. I still can’t believe ya did that…”

The driver has his window rolled up so he can’t hear them. He just waits for them to grab their bags from the trunk. Stacy responds to Jenna as she begins unloading their bags from the trunk of the cab.

Stacy: “Well I did. And I have mah reasons. Besides Jenna, ya weren’t the one that plunged the knife in. I was. Ya can’t deny that.”

Jenna: “Well, YOU can’t deny that I pushed ya into yer fathah!”

Stacy: “Whatevah. Here, take yer bags.”

Jenna doesn’t make a fuss but takes her two bags. By now Stacy is several feet ahead of her, probably eager to have some alone time.

Jenna: “Wait up Stacy!

Stacy takes a glance back to see that Jenna is fine. So she keeps walking right into the hotel. She’s quick to go to the front desk and get all the usual stuff out of the way. By the time Jenna gets up to the desk to join Stacy, the clerk is already hard at work and about ready to hand over the room cards to Stacy.

Jenna: “Are we at least roomin’ next to one anotha?”

Stacy: “Nah. Figured ya’d enjoy some solo time Jenna.”

Jenna: “May I remind ya what happened the last time I was by mahself… Remembah how ya found me?”

Stacy seems to be thinking back and eventually does stumble upon that moment, recalling how Jenna was in Las Vegas, immersed in a little…game of sorts for a room chock full of males. Stacy’s eyes narrow as she looks at Jenna.

Stacy: “Yeah, I also remembah you not wantin’ my help. But anyways, we’re here now and you should treat this like a vacation Jenna. That’s what I’m gonna try and do…”

Jenna: “Okay, I get it. Yer tryin’ to ditch me. Fine.”

Stacy speaks no more as she gets her room cards from the clerk. She stomps off with her luggage toward the elevator as Jenna’s turn at the desk is now. The elevator doors open and Stacy pushes her stuff in. She gets one last view of Jenna before the doors close. As soon as they do Stacy lets out a groan and then a sigh before talking to herself, out loud.

Stacy: “GOD I hope she leaves me alone!!! If she actually does this, I can think of a way to ensure that I’m the one found guilty. I owe that much to mah dad.”

The Texas-born brunette just now stares at the elevator doors as she goes all the way up to the top floor. The doors open and she immediately begins to look for her room. She finds the matching number that is on the envelope of room cards and slides one in the slot, not being able to wait to get into the room. No sooner than she does, she parks her luggage then just walks to the blinds in the room. She opens them up all the way, revealing the bright sunshine that is still in the sky. Stacy then looks straight down at the ocean and the beach, which appears to still be open. This gives her an idea…

Stacy: “Very few seem to be brave enough to brave those coolah watahs. Doubt Jenna would. Least I’ll be able to find peace down there!”

Another slight grumble from Stacy before she begins to strip down to her skin… Once she arrives at a nude state, she unzips one of her bags of luggage with her back and butt to the window, not even caring if anyone can see. From the bag she has opened, her hands produce the special “wrestling attire” that her father had given her not but a few months prior to his death. Stacy nods before slipping into the black thong and tying the black bikini top around the top portion of her body. She doesn’t even look into the mirror but instead begins to look for her black sandals, which she finds after a short bit. After they’re comfortably on her feet she goes into the bathroom and grabs one of the hotel towels that are supplied in the bathroom. She comes back out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her. She’s about to pick back up her room cards and head out, but she then stops at her purse She looks first into it at her cell phone and almost grabs for it, but instead moves her left hand over and pulls out her I-Pod. She takes that and then walks to the door of her newest hotel room. Stacy doesn’t look back but instead only forward…through the hallway, to the elevator, down the elevator, through the lobby and all the way on her walk down to the beach, which isn’t all that far away. And one positive for Stacy? Not once did she meet back up with Jenna.

Now down at the beach, Stacy lays out her hotel room towel and then just proceeds to sit on it. She sits with her knees upwards and her arms leaned back. Stacy looks out at the water and is quickly immersing herself with hearing the waves crash over and over again. For now her I-Pod is off her ears and just sits there in the sand right next to the towel. The beautiful brunette closes her eyes, but soon finds that she will never have full 100 percent peace. She begins talking to herself, not out loud as she did in the elevator, but loud enough so she can hear her own thoughts.

Stacy: “Hmmm, while a moment like this is nice, I know it ain’t gonna stay this way. Askin’ fer full peace is just too much to ask. ‘Specially with the life I lead. Oh well, may as well hit the watah in a bit. Feel good while I can…”

But even that hope is snuffed out as walking from the hotel and down to the beach at this moment wrapped in a similar towel to Stacy’s is Jenna. As soon as her feet hit the sand she sees where Stacy is laid out and heads in that direction. She removes her towel now and lays it beside Stacy’s. Stacy opens her eyes and looks over with an annoyed look on her face, as she sees her childhood best friend in a pink bikini. One of the few guys on the beach has watched her remove her towel and he whistles. Jenna looks that way and she quickly blushes before turning her attention to her friend that is still down on the towel. Stacy is obviously not amused and she shows it in her tone of voice. One that’s not friendly at all…

Stacy: “Ya know Jenna, I thought ya would have gotten it. I want my time alone. Can’t ya at least gimme that?”

Stacy rolls her eyes while Jenna sets up her towel and then lies down on it, exactly how Stacy is on her towel. Stacy changes her position so she’s on her side and Jenna does the same, clearly on purpose now.

Stacy: “Really?”

Jenna: “Yeah. Really. Look Stacy, I don’t appreciate ya tryin’ to ditch me. I know I did the same to you, but I realize my mistake. Ya shouldn’t go makin’ the same one when at least ya have a friend here fer ya.”

Stacy: “If yer gonna stay here, I’m just gonna go in the watah.”

Jenna: “Sounds like a good idea to me. In fact, I might streak down there nude so I can get arrested by the cops. Then I can confess to-”

Stacy: “NO! Yer not gettin’ yerself arrested just so ya can take the rap fer me!”

Jenna: “Watch me…”

Jenna stands up and goes to remove her bikini top. She gets it off and flips it at Stacy before beginning to run down towards the water. Stacy begins to get red in the face, an irritated red and not an embarrassed one. She stands up and runs after Jenna. Due to her conditioning and wrestling almost week in and week out, she catches up with Jenna right at the water’s edge, tackling her down into the water. Jenna pulls at Stacy and rolls her over into the water and the two begin to tussle for a bit. The few males on the beach are cheering them on, hooting and hollering, until a couple of female lifeguards come to break things up between Stacy and Jenna. One of them speaks quite loud, in an abrupt tone.

Lifeguard: “Stop it you two! And you blondie, go get your top back on. This is NOT a nude beach!”

Jenna: “Don’t care. I’d rathah get arrested.”

Lifeguard: “That can be arranged. I’ll call them up right now.”

The lifeguard takes her cell phone from out of her pocket and begins dialing as Stacy finds herself once dragging Jenna by the arm up the beach. Jenna purposely leaves her boobs exposed as the males continue to cheer on the fact that they got to see a hot blonde almost naked. Stacy though, yet again, is not amused or happy as she reaches down and picks up Jenna’s pink bikini top. Jenna waves at the guys and they whistle at her again. Stacy angrily snatches her towel and I-Pod up along with her room cards and Jenna’s which were also on the sand. She then grabs Jenna with her free arm and begins yanking her real hard back towards the hotel. No sooner are they inside the lobby they hear the police sirens. Jenna tries to free herself to head back outside, but Stacy tries far harder and is able to yank Jenna into the now open elevator. Stacy quickly hits the button for “Close Doors” and then hits the number for the floor she is rooming on. As soon as the elevator makes it up to the top floor Stacy pushes Jenna out of the elevator with her one hand hard and then comes out herself.

Stacy: “Mah room…NOW! I’ve had it with yer crap Jenna! And this Friday when we’re back in New York, yer NOT gonna take mah place in prison.”

Jenna: “Whoa! Take a chill pill Stacy.”

Stacy: “Don’t…don’t say that! I’m turnin’ mahself in and you can head back to Dallas. I bet yer family’s worried sick ‘bout ya anyways.”

Jenna: “I can say the same thing ‘bout yer mom.”

Stacy stays silent as she knows that she can’t argue that one. Her mom probably is worried about her being that she hasn’t seen her in months and months. Stacy looks disgusted as she turns away from her friend and walks towards her room. This time Jenna actually does follow her and waits for Jenna to open the door. Once the door is open Stacy walks through and tosses her and Jenna’s stuff to the left. Jenna follows Stacy in and then reaches down to pick up her bikini top, being that she knows she won’t get arrested here in Stacy’s hotel room. As Jenna puts it back on Stacy again looks out the window down at the beach that she thought she’d be able to spend valuable quiet time at. Without turning around, Stacy speaks her mind.

Stacy: “Alright Jenna look, here’s the deal. Ya leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone. And please, if I’m doin’ somethin’ these next couple days and ya see me, just go do somethin’ else and DON’T TALK TO ME!”

Stacy’s emphasis is on those last 4 words. Jenna doesn’t look sad like a puppy or anything. Instead she takes it very well, even lifting up her chin a bit.

Jenna: “Done…but on one condition Stacy.”

Stacy: “And that is?”

Jenna: “I’m takin’ the fall fer ya pa’s death.”

Stacy: “To HELL you are!”

Stacy spins and throws herself at Jenna, again tackling her down, this time to the floor. The two roll around and around, neither of them giving an inch this time, at least not for a while anyways. The fatigue begins to set in on both though and soon they find themselves separated, Jenna breathing heavier than Stacy.

Jenna: “O…K…then. I…I guess that hearin’…will decide it all…”

Stacy: “Yup. Now…get outta mah room. I REALLY need the alone time. Got it? Please say ya got it this time?”

Jenna: “Yeah…yeah.”

Stacy: “Good and thanks. Bye now.”

Stacy turns and faces the outside world again, waiting for the door to open and close. It takes Jenna about a minute to leave the room, but not soon after she does, Stacy crashes onto one of the beds in the room before releasing a heavy sigh and some words in almost an orgasmic yet relieved tone.

Stacy: “Uuuuhhh, she’s finally GONE! God, thank you! Now finally I can have mah own thoughts without ‘em gettin’ interrupted!”

No sooner does she say that, her cell phone rings.

Stacy: “Grrrrrrrr!!!”

Stacy rolls off the bed and stomps across the room before digging her right hand into her purse and shutting off her cell phone. She then goes to her bags since she is already up and unzips one, pretty quickly pulling out her familiar spiral notebook and pen. The still scantily clad brunette isn’t getting any less angry as she opens the notebook to a fresh new page. She lets her feet carry her back to the nearest bed. Once she’s in it, her head resting against one of the pillows, she begins to write…and quite feverishly too…

To Supreme Championship Wrestling:

I know the paint on the wall is barely dry from Friday Night Ammo and all, but I have to get right into it here. I was listening to what Mister D said in his interview with Jessica Winters as I was warming up for my match back in my assigned locker room. When he said he had “reliable” people that supposedly said I was in my locker room, well, let’s just say those reliable people aren’t as reliable as he thinks, as they flat out lied to him, right to his face. I wasn’t even inside the Garden that night in Boston. I had no match and no SCW camera saw my whereabouts the whole night.

That being said, this is the part where I’ll admit I embellished a little bit. No, I didn’t run his daughter over with the white car. What I WAS doing…I was actually outside that evening deep in thought, behind the arena close by to the parking lot where Sasha got hit. I was thinking about Mr. Winchester. I was thinking about my dad. I was thinking about where my life was going to go from that moment. That is until I heard the screeching tires. I froze where I was and by the time I ran in the direction of where I heard the tires screeching, the car was gone and all I could see was a mass of guards and EMTs gathered around a body. When I saw them lift up the stretcher and I saw that it was Sasha, I froze even more, remembering that in the past I haven’t treated her all that nicely. I couldn’t help but to shiver a lot as I heard the ambulance’s sirens wail. No one deserves to have that happen to them…not even any member of Infamous and not even Mr. Winchester. To be honest with you all, I wish it was me on that stretcher, being that a lot of you have already admitted that you don’t care for me one bit.

I wonder why that is though. I wonder why a lot of you feel the dire need to insult me on Twitter time after time after time after t- You get the picture. It was one of the reasons why I’ve wanted alone time for the past few days. I did get a little bit, and when I did, it hit me. The reason is because you think it’s fun to pick on someone that isn’t you. Why I bet most of ya would rather turn on your best friend and pick on them relentlessly rather than you getting picked on yourself.

Who is gonna stand up to deny that? Yeah, nobody. Definitely not my next opponent Alexis Rayne. If the chance provided itself to her, she too would throw her best friend into the crosshairs of ridicule and jokes from her peers rather than face them herself. Of course though it’s why Alexis and others do it all on Twitter or via a video camera, camcorder or other device. No one has dared yet to come to me face to face and toss fun at me being Southern or make fun of me for my dad being around or make fun of me because Mr. Winchester supposedly left me for greener pastures. Really, I want someone to name me ONE person that has come to me. Trust me, it can’t be done.

Anyways, moving along, since I’ve already mentioned one of the top Miss Twitter’s of SCW, it’s time to concentrate on now leaving all the other stuff going on in my life on the back burner so I can deal with just her. I’ve said it lots of times. It’s in that ring that I can actually have fun and be completely, totally normal. I get to be my competitive self with no consequence. That’s what I love about wrestling. That’s what drew me to wrestling Alexis. You and everybody else on the roster and on this planet should know that by now. Just like everyone knows that wins and losses aren’t the top things that matter to me. So unlike what you expect Alexis, no, I’m not going to make fun of you for losing any match. That’s extremely petty when anyone does it. In fact, I’m going to come out right now and say that you deserve the rematch against Syren. You deserve a second chance to knock her off. It’s one of the few things that I’ve ever agreed with Mister D on. And what’s better he’s made sure that it’s a fair competitive fight between you and her by putting in a special ringside enforcer. Again to be honest, I wish I was down there too to make things went even MORE cleanly between the two of you as I’m split down the middle on the both of you anyways. But I’m sure Marina can handle it.

Just like I have my chance to handle you this Wednesday night Alexis. Trust me when I say I’m not going to be riding in on a “Pity Party” float. I have never asked for anyone’s pity. And I know why people like Mister D have been brushing me off. It’s because they think they’re the only people that matter. They think the world revolved around them. You fit that same mold Alexis. So does Infamous. So does Greaternity. So does David Miller and I know for a fact that Jason Zero will be the same way at Under Attack. But I don’t want to fit that same mold as you guys and gals. Instead, I enjoy showing care towards LOTS of other people, including those that I despise. I know it’s a shock Alexis, but yes, I even care about you a small touch. Because what you’ve done on Twitter is pretty much cry out for help.

Off of that though Alexis, even though this is none of your business, from the moment that Gable and I became close, which was quite early in 2010, I cared about him and loved him genuinely. And you know what Alexis? I still do! You see, once you care about someone and love someone, those feelings never go away. Deep down inside Gable, and he’s already shown it by thinking about me day after day, he still does care, even if it is just a little. Why is that? Because he knows that I didn’t put a collar and leash around his neck and lead him around like a puppy dog. I let him be his own man. I let him wrestle his own matches. Things only went sour because people around us like Brittany Lohan tried their hardest to rip our relationship apart at the seams. And Gable in the end let them succeed. He made the choice to split away from me to simply be the Man of WIN, but Alexis, tell me, what has Mr. Winchester won? Yeah…exactly.

As for you, you shouldn’t be saying that I’m oh so needy to have a guy on my arm when you’ve been wooing Chad Evans on Twitter. You accused me of doing something that you’re doing! Who is the weak one now? You don’t see me asking guys to go out on a date with me or anything. But hey, I’m not going to insult you like you’ve done to me countless times. I’m just going to enter that ring this Wednesday to square off against you for the second time and compete to the best of my ability. That same level of ability that I showed against David Miller…that same level of ability that has actually admittedly been missing from me for quite some time.

So what happens Alexis if the level I bring is better than the level of competition and fight that you bring to me? Will it not matter if I defeat you? I mean you are the current number one contender to the SCW Women’s Championship. Will you say it’s no friggin’ deal? Or will you at least look at me and realize that you along with many of the other members of the SCW roster have made a bad judgment call about me? Don’t worry Alexis, I won’t be holding my breath hoping for the latter to happen. I know your head doesn’t work like that. You only want to give praise to yourself and those whom you consider your friends. Outside of your circle, you don’t show anyone respect, which is unfortunately the same problem that over 80 percent of the current roster has. Their heads are too big for their shoulders. What the 80 percent needs is to eat a big ole slice of humble pie and realize that life is short and realize that they should be more thoughtful than what they have been in the past.

Of course this too will probably fall on death ears. Again, unfortunate. Unfortunate that you just can’t be thoughtful. Just like Mister D. He only thought about what I had told him once he almost got run over by what appeared to be the same car that his daughter did. He didn’t want to listen to me earlier that night because he thought I was just completely irrelevant. I only tried to help him Alexis…and well, he almost got killed! And now you’re pretty much going down that same path. Now no Alexis, I’m not going to get into a car and attempt to run you over. That’s not my style anymore. I’ve grown up over the last couple of years and have become a woman. I’ve decided to do what I was paid to do around here…and that’s wrestle. Now I know you’re capable of doing the same thing Alexis, so let’s go do it. You know, instead of you saying you know how I think, even though you clearly don’t.

Basically Alexis, let’s not talk about all the crap anymore. Besides, with that word manipulator that you used, you have me confused for Ravyn. I have actually never manipulated a single soul. I have also never gone on Twitter obsessing over my next opponent, unlike the growing numbers that seem to be doing it. See Mr. Winchester getting all goo-goo-gah-gah before facing Pugh. I know you and some of the others think it’s all fun and games, but again, you’re not being thoughtful at all. You’re not doing anything constructive and meaningful. All you’re doing is making your ego blow up like a hot air balloon. What happens one day when that air balloon gets to big?

POP! Someone will stick the needle in that big balloon and pop it, deflating your head and ego back to normal. As far as your concerned Alexis, did you ever think that I could be one of those athletes that bruises your ego a bit by defeating you, and not by disqualification like Lucas Knight did? Ah, of course you didn’t, but only because I went on a 7 match losing skid. After that streak of losses, everyone around here lost faith in me. You all probably never thought I’d win another match in my life, but this past Friday I ended that streak. I put aside all the bull from the last few months and just went out and got the job done, from start to finish. That’s the mindset I’ll be in this Wednesday night on Breakdown Alexis. I’ll see you there. This “speed bump” WILL be more than ready for you…

Sincerely,

Stacy Kissinger


The leggy Texan closes up her spiral notebook, leaving her letter to SCW in it for now, most likely to be ripped out later, copied, and sent to all of SCW. She flips the notebook aside to the vacant bed that is closer to the window. She then lies back, hoping that for now this will be at least a few peaceful moments for her, before she has to go on with her life.
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