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| Stacy Kissinger vs. Shilo Valiant; Special Breakdown Rematch | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 19 2012, 08:54 PM (178 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Mar 19 2012, 08:54 PM Post #1 |
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SWC PRESENTS: Breakdown March 28, 2012 Special Breakdown Rematch Stacy Kissinger vs. Shilo Valiant RP Limit: 3 RP each Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, March 27, 2012 ~Good Luck Everyone!~ |
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| Shilo Valiant | Mar 27 2012, 10:53 AM Post #2 |
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OOC: Okay, the CD here is the first section and meant to push the storyline to a cliffhanger note, which will soon be revealed. For the MR, Shilo has gone into a darker mindset. Please enjoy. [align=center]NECROPHOBIA! --United We Stand-- ”Eyes of the Enemy”[/align] I wonder if anyone remembered seeing the film “The Mask of Zorro”? Antonio Banderas, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Anthony Hopkins. I saw it when I was a kid. Love it! Really brought the Zorro legend my generation. Anyway, there was a line that was discussed by the one bad guy of the film. He thought that if he ate the eyes of his enemy, he could “absorb their powers” and “see through the eyes of his enemy”… Okay… Truth is, I loved that line. Really made me think. I mean, what if that were so? What if I could do that, I thought as I strode down Bayview Avenue. What if I could take from all the greatest opponents I’ve ever faced their greatest attribute. Shawn Winters’ cunning, Jake Starr’s resilience, David Helms’ courage, Masquerade’s unpredictability, there were so many that I could just take for myself… But didn’t I have them? Had I not shown amazing cunning by outsmarting Shawn Winters at Retribution? Resilience in fighting through David Helms? Courage in persevering from the fluke loss at Masquerade’s hands? Unpredictability by showing my submission skills at Katie Steward? I knew the answer as I strolled past another pedestrian as I walked the warm streets of Toronto. Yes, I had those. I had those skills in ready supply. It was the reason I was a finalist in the Legends Bracket in the Gods of Wrestling tournament, while still remaining undefeated since Retribution. And why I’d be the winner if I had any say, but that was twelve days away. Plenty of time to focus on that later. What did I really want? The answer was as clear as the day, with the sun shining and the warm air. I wanted their good fortune. Shawn Winters had lost to me. LOST! As in defeated. And not by disqualification, but by being pinned 1 2 3! Yet there he was, getting a tag title shot with Adam Allocco. And if he won, he’d get a fucking SCW title shot! For losing! Then there was David Helms! If O. D. agreed, he’s have a match and if he won that match, he’d win the title shot. When he was already fucking US champion! Then there was Jake Starr and Katie Steward, both had lost their matches and now were fighting for the position of a title shot. And all the while…where was Shilo? Where was the winner of Retribution’s second main-event? Where was Shilo Valiant, the guy that WON the first Riding the Lightning? Emerging as the SCW Heavyweight Champion? Oh, he was facing Stacy Kissinger for the second time in a row! My hands gripped tighter. No. I wouldn’t allow this pay-per-view to slip through my fingers. I refused to be the main-event star one moment then distant simply because I BEAT Winters. I would not let such hypocrisy run in SCW! --Shilo (to himself)-- Something needs to be done. I had already laid the work in for the Women’s Division by aiding Marina in the attack of Madelyne MacDonald’s. I almost chucked at that nickname. The woman probably had more product in her than a Big Mac had grease and other products that could kill. No, that was done. And if Marina could get out of her funk and take down Gia Rose, the spotlight would be on her to take down Madelyne, something I knew she could do and had done in the past. Yes, the work was being laid out. It had been an image I had been chasing every since that fateful month of December 2010. The night Marina defeated Syren for the Women’s Title. When she had become the best in her division as I was the US champion at the same time. We held a title together, her and I. It was a wonderful feeling, to see her respected as she deserved to be and standing along side me, running divisions. But it was missing the SCW title. Now that I had stood at the top of the mountain two-times, maintaining longer reigns than the majority of the past few champions, I wanted to be the best in SCW while she was at the same time. It had to happen at Riding the Lightning. It had to occur that way. To do the impossible…for a new Women’s Champion and a new SCW champion in one night where they were bonded together. It was so beautiful, the idea of standing before the people of SCW, in the middle of the ring, holding our titles up, the greatest male and female superstar in SCW. It was such an entertaining thought. For what was this monopoly of title Infamous had a hard-on for? And with them getting title shots even when they failed? It was ridiculous. It was a rare occasion, but I found myself hoping that Winters would beat Dark Fantasy and end their tag reign. Yes, it took Winters back to the title picture, but I could beat Winters again if I had to. The tag division was done with Dark Fantasy and had stagnated enough. It needed to be shook up. The result wasn’t what I liked, but it was the entertainment needed. So I found myself hoping for Shawn’s success. But that was far any good feelings went towards my rival. He did not deserve an SCW title shot at Riding the Lighting. I did. I deserved it more than anyone else. More than Katie, Shawn, Jake or Helms. But had they not done this to me before? My mind scanned back to the 2011 End of the Year Awards. Yes. For four months of success, Shawn Winters had gotten the award. Whereas I, in ten months of success, including more and longer reigns than him, got nothing. Yes, it did seem I was once more in the uphill battle against the SCW people. Well, I had won last time, surviving the rough few weeks with Katie as champion as well as Masquerade as champion. That was done and over with. Now, I would survive this. It was open season. Decided on that, I felt my mood turn towards the better. Yes, I would be involved in the SCW title picture one way or another. I had earned that. Deserved it. Come what may, that pay-per-view had been mine last year. It would be mine again! --??-- Keep walking. The phrase would have been simple, a request, had it not had an edge of demand on the threatening level to it. I tried to turn around to view the source, but a hand shot out and gripped my shoulder, keeping me facing forward. --??-- Don’t look behind you. Keep walking! Now the voice sounds more threatening. --Shilo-- What the hell is this? --??-- Unfinished business. Angrily, I felt my jaw clench. I knew that voice. It was one that I had heard long ago. The size of the hand and fingers pushing into my shoulder confirmed it. Female. Normally, I would have just kept walking and then dart away into an alley back into the safety of the KOS. That was the common concept of fleeing danger. Running and disappearing. And maybe I would have if my mind hadn’t been focused on making my presence known. Of being done with just saying “yes” to match requests and making my demands. I walked a few steps until we past a nearby electronic store. There were dozens of televisions aligned along the inside, separate from the world by glass. On a row of television screens though, was a display of what was occurring right in front of them, the camera placed just above the set of televisions. As we passed, I turned my head just enough so my peripheral vision could catch the screens. She stood behind me alright, her hand on my shoulder. She wore a baggy brown coat, a cloth of some kind over her head…I couldn’t remember what they were called…and her eyes were covered by thick sunglasses. She looked like a fool in such warm temperatures. But that wasn’t my true focus. It was her hands. There was nothing in them. No gun, no knife, no weapon. With that conformation, I knew what this was. A bluff. With a turn, my form spun around along her arm till I was standing behind her. She did not have a second to respond before my arm seized hers, locking around hers and drawing her close. Before she could speak, I pushed her forward with me down the street, still walking. --Shilo-- Keep walking. She obeyed immediately, securing my initial hypothesis as correct. She wasn’t carrying any weapon. --Shilo-- So…how are you? Still trying to sneak around I see. --??-- I figured it was the best idea. She tried to fight out of my hold, but I was far stronger than her and kept it locked. --Shilo-- I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I must admit, the hand on the shoulder was a good touch. Made everyone think you were blind and no idea where you were. Who’d suspect? I turned her around to look just to the left, towards where the television set was. --Shilo-- But you got recorded on there, so if you run or scream, I’ll have that to convince anyone that you were lying. You reveal you can see, they’ll want to know why you were holding me that way. You’ll have no alibi. I will. She was silent immediately as I turned us back around. --Shilo-- Good choice. Now move. We walked a block or two until we could duck into an alley. Without hesitating, I unlocked my arm and tossed the woman further into the alley, grabbing her glasses as I did and pulling them off her face. She gave a quiet shout before turning to face me, the hazel eyes meeting mine, her face revealed. --Shilo-- Well, Valerie Links. How good to see you. She said nothing, the birth mother of Gwynplaine. She merely removed her coat, revealing spring wear of wind-pants and a t-shirt. --Shilo-- How long has it been? A year? Year and a half? You look good. Despite my passive attitude, my eyes were scanning the area, reminding myself that there was an entrance nearby. Valerie, however, remained silent. Slowly, my mind focused on the reality of who I was talking to. --Shilo-- You know what’s been happening. Just answer me this. Are you part of it? --Valerie-- I am. In a way. I nodded my head. Deep down, I didn’t hate Valerie. It was more hate by association. She had been supporting her husband, but had also been wanting her daughter back. I almost could understand that. But she had abandoned Gwynplaine long ago. She had no claim to her and I reminded myself the depths of insanity she had, and the lowness she would go to get Gwynplaine. Marina’s and my daughter. --Shilo-- And what way is that? She looked up at me, her eyes staring into mine with a hint of menace. --Valerie-- You know what I want. --Shilo-- She’s not yours anymore. She doesn’t want anything to do with you. --Valerie-- She knows the truth? --Shilo-- Marina and I told her the moment she returned to us. She chose us. --Valerie-- I don’t believe you. --Shilo-- Believe what you want. I don’t care. You’re a murderer. --Valerie-- I’m not a murderer- --Shilo-- Fine. You’re an accomplice to murder. You allowed it just as much as your husband did. --Valerie-- It had to be done! --Shilo-- Why?! I didn’t care how absurd she was sounding or how loud she was making me speak. I had wanted to know this for a long time. I wanted to know the truth. --Shilo-- You know who Madison is? --Valerie-- Yes. I saw her look away when she said that. There was something there. Something I’d have to learn later. --Shilo-- She was away from all this. She was of no use to you. Neither was Joanna. --Valerie-- Who? --Shilo-- The woman you killed. --Valerie-- I didn’t- --Shilo-- Who drove the car? --Valerie (defiantly)-- Ryper. --Shilo-- Bullshit! Ryper’s kneecaps were shattered! He’d be lucky to walk! How could he have done that? How could he have- I stopped myself. It was my failing I could not accept. I had left him for dead. But I was unable to accept the reality. In time, things like broken kneecaps could heal or be replaced and strengthened on. I may have made him less of a walker and maybe not as fast a runner, but that had only seemed to slow him down. --Shilo-- All this…to get me out of the KOS. Why? --Valerie-- We all have different reasons. Ryper wants you dead, I want you out of the way so I can get my daughter back, and Merrick wants Spider. --Shilo-- Spider is dead. He died the night you were in the Kings- --Valerie-- Save it, Shilo. I know Joseph Wells. Faking a death like that? He did it twenty-four years ago in a drug bust. Same tactic. Faked a heart attack and left Merrick to deal with the mess. --Shilo-- Oh really? --Valerie-- Why you think they became enemies in the first place? --Shilo-- Because you couldn’t make up your mind or your legs closed? If I bruised her ego, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she merely continued. --Valerie-- It’s because your father was a coward and left Merrick to handle something that nearly cost him his life. I stopped walking around the area, making sure that the entrance to the KOS was right behind me. --Shilo-- I don’t care about the past. It has nothing to do with me. --Valerie-- You have to care, knowing you’re on the wrong side- --Shilo-- There are no sides, Valerie. I don’t condone Spider’s actions. I personally am not his friend right now after the shit he’s pulled. But he didn’t kidnap my daughter, he didn’t assault Marina, he didn’t force her to have a miscarriage, he didn’t threaten my mother, and he didn’t kill someone to get to me. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. --Shilo (slowly)-- What will it take to end this? --Valerie-- End it? --Shilo-- End it. Stop all this. She laughed at me then, her voice ringing in the alley. --??-- You can’t end it. She turned out of the way and I saw the man standing at the entrance of the alley where we had entered. It didn’t take a genius to recognize him in his wind-breaker jacket. --Shilo-- Merrick. He only needed a moment to stand beside his wife. If Valerie hadn’t aged in a year, he surely hadn’t. He looked the exact same, with the thick beard and long hair. --Merrick-- Shilo. --Shilo-- You were tailing Valerie. --Merrick-- Of course. --Shilo-- You know where we’re standing? --Merrick-- I do. --Shilo-- And escaping you would be easy? --Merrick-- Very. --Shilo-- You’re not here to kill me then. --Merrick-- I wish it was that simple. Truly I do. I didn’t want to kill anyone, really. Ryper was meant to get Joanna into a car accident. An injury, but nothing too serious. But you know Ryper. --Shilo-- You’re trying to ease your guilt. --Merrick-- No, boy. I’m not. I’m quite upset that he went and did what he did, but that is something I cannot help anymore. What is done is done. --Shilo-- You can arrest him. Report him. Take responsibility- --Merrick-- For a crime in the states? No. I won’t. I need him right now. --Shilo-- Merrick… I couldn’t believe the tone of my voice but it sounded almost pleading. --Shilo-- Can’t you let this go? The both of you. We’ve already lost people in these battles. With you and with Ryper. Can’t we move on with your lives? There is nothing to gain from this! Slowly, Merrick looked away, to the nearby building before looking at me. --Merrick-- There was a time I wanted to. With your actions before, I believed that we had done the wrong thing in hunting down your world or Spider. When we awoke outside our place, I was ready to move on. --Shilo-- Why didn’t you? --Valerie-- We did. But then Ryper and Jade found us. --Shilo-- Ryper AND Jade? My form shook a little, though I doubt they noticed. Jade had been Ryper’s right-hand woman. His pawn in his attempt to create a Soul-Merchant in case Marina had failed. Marina hadn’t and Jade had felt jilted. --Merrick-- It was months after “Spider’s death”. We both were convinced he had passed when Ryper found us. According to him, Jade had seen Spider on the surface for a moment. She had reported it to Ryper who then found us. He knew that I had the resources to check this. Out of curiosity, I did. And he was right. Joseph Wells was very much alive and was watching everything. You can imagine how Ryper felt about that. --Shilo-- And naturally, his feeling of being set up reminded you how Spider and later on, I set you up. So the thirst is back on. --Merrick-- No, not thirst. Please understand, I am not in this for revenge anymore. --Shilo-- Then what is so important that you’re condoning murder?! He smiled at me, though it was a sad smile. --Merrick-- I’m afraid we’re going to have to have that conversation another time, Shilo. It’s getting late, and Spider will be sending a party after you if you do not return when you said you would…3:30pm. I was quiet, shocked to the core. How had he known that? Spider and I had made the report protocol take place. A person was to report their goings and times whenever they left for the surface, including time of return. A failure to return at that time meant something was wrong. He and I had instigated the protocol when Madison had arrived into the Kings of Shadows. How had he known?! Sensing my surprise, he merely smiled at me once more. --Merrick-- Tell Spider that we will be sending our demands soon. --Shilo-- Tell me them now. --Merrick-- I can’t…Ryper is the one that’s writing them down… The implication sent shivers down my spine. The unspoken phrase “and you know how Ryper is with messages”. --Shilo-- No. Don’t let him do it! Just tell me and I’ll tell Spider. --Merrick-- I’m sorry, Shilo. I wish it was another way, but really…there isn’t…you and your kind have caused too much damage. Too much interference. --Shilo-- Tell me how we can make this right and I will! I didn’t care what it was, as long as the bloodshed stopped. --Merrick-- In time, Shilo. I promise, you’ll have a chance to end all this. But this isn’t my world we’re fighting in. It’ll be yours. Tell Spider that. They both turned to go, their backs to me. This was insane! Another murder? I couldn’t stand it! I couldn’t! I refused! No more innocent killing. This was Merrick, Valerie, Ryper against Spider, Madison and myself. No one else was to be brought into this! --Shilo-- STOP! They did, but only so Merrick could turn his head to me. --Merrick-- Calm yourself, Shilo. We’ll be in touch. Just be patient. Ohh…and keep walking. They were gone, the threat made and the fear in me paramount. I had to stop them. I had to tell Spider. Had to get word out. There had to be some way. Some way to see this world in their eyes. Some way to use that to help the innocent people in my world. Some way for all of us to survive. All of us to win. All of us to keep walking… ****************************************************************************** HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEPLOPHILIACS AND PHONIES!!! Are you entertained now? Are you? You have yourselves a fine selection of possible championship matches for Riding the Lightning. You have so many possible contenders. You have Shawn Winters, who lost to me, you have Jake Starr, who lost to me, you have Katie Steward, who lost to me, and you have David Helms, who lost to me. But where oh where has Shilo Valiant gone? Oh where or where could he be? Well, I’m still here, but let me tell you were I’ve been placed. To be the fulfillment of bitter superstars’ demands. You see, ingrates, when I approached you last time, I was coming off a fresh win against Shawn Winters and I was set to face Stacy Kissinger. What proceeded to follow was a beat down that saw Kissinger do what she does best and fail against high-calibre superstars but also, Shilo Valiant being dismissed. Why? Because out of that list, I’m the only non-champion that won his match?! I’m the only one that kept my word to entertain you and defeat my opponent? Is that how the most entertaining superstar in SCW is to be treated? By watching the losers get the prize? How else do you explain Shawn getting the chance at TWO title shots? What? Were we supposed to lose that match? Cause last I checked, our match at Retribution was supposed to determine who the “Best” in SCW was. Wasn’t that what Knots, Sharper, and even D. on the occasion spoke of? Finding the best of SCW? And since I won that match, what does that say? Does it not say that I am the best in SCW?! So tell me, if that’s the case, and I am indeed the best of SCW, why the hell am I not the front-runner to enter MY pay-per-view to get MY title back? Hmmm? Did I not win the SCW title last year at the same event? The first of its kind? Does that not make me the original Mr. Lightning? Much how the originals are always remembered and always thought of with these events? Like Sammy Sosa and homeruns, like Michael Jordan and basketball, like Wayne Gretzky with hockey? Am I not like them? Defying the odds, breaking records and being the best by beating the rest? Even you simpletons can see that! Can see that I am worth more than this. That you deserve more than these “under-the-mill” losers going for the SCW title. No. We all know why, don’t we? Because it’s what I’ve said before. Infamous cannot touch me. They cannot beat me on their own, and they sure as hell can’t stop me. Christy, the current champion, tried in the elimination chamber, failing nearly as often as Katie Steward did, before she won the title, ironically from Katie Steward. And like Katie and Masquerade, she knows against someone like Shawn Winters or I, she will fail and lose the title just as quickly. So she’s eyeing in getting the titles all to Infamous. The US, the tag, the women’s, the adrenaline and the underground. An ambitious concept, but how can you do it when I’m around? See, people of SCW? They can wear the belts all they want, but till they’ve beaten me, as Knots said, they’ve haven’t proven a thing. I PROVED that I am the best in SCW and that I am the greatest SCW superstar there is. Bar none. So Infamous runs and cries to the management, trying to ignore me and what I can and will do to their “golden empire” and while they’re crying, Stacy Kissinger is crying. Which brings me to this Breakdown. A “Special Rematch” between Shilo Valiant and Stacy Kissinger. Really, Stacy? You know what that translates to? You faced me, you lost, and proceeded to cry to your former Infection buddy, O. D., that you “wanted a rematch, boo hoo hoo”. Just because you are a woman, Stacy, doesn’t mean you need to act like a crying bitch. It’s amazing, Stacy, because I honestly thought you were beyond that. I honestly thought you were past the crying and the whining, and the “it’s not fair” bullshit that you’ll riddle us with and that you obviously threw at D., that reminiscent of your tag years against Karnivale. How many times did you beat us by the way? I thought the “Dallas Delight” would have a bit more class in accepting her loss to the better superstar. I thought you’d take it as the learning experience it was and move on to other things and let me move on to the true challenges and goals of mine, which is capturing the SCW title once more. Clearly, I was very wrong. Clearly, Stacy, you don’t believe in losing with dignity. With losing like a man…you know what? I change that…with losing like a former champion. Losing with pride and accepting lost. You know how many losses I had to accept? Shawn Winters, Masquerade, Doc Green, Simon Kalis, James Evans. I had to eat crow and move on. I didn’t cry for a rematch the next show, citing “bad vision” or “poor health”. I had to wait, and I had to wait till I was given a rematch and guess what? It never was like what I asked for. But that’s how the world should work. You learn and you take what you can get. You don’t throw a tantrum and demand more. You, Stacy, certainly should not do that. Because quite honestly, you don’t deserve to be demanding more. After your botched up relationship with Gable Winchester, being the Woman of Loss that you are, you had a brief run with the women’s title, but oh! You lost it two months later to Infamous newest member. You were the fucking initiation test for Madelyne, Stacy. Then you lose to her again, then to me. How funny is that, Stacy? You lost your man, lost your title, lost your winning ways. You are, without a doubt, the biggest loser in SCW today! With Masquerade gone, you’re the biggest! Oh, I’m sorry. Were you hoping I’d amp up the match for the “sake of the entertainment”? That I’d praise your innovations with that bulldog move of yours or your strong heart to overcome adversity time and time again? That this match is exciting? You think I’d say that? You really think I’d say that, Stacy? I would have for our first match because it was the reunion of two old foes, but I’m not saying it now. This match isn’t entertaining. It isn’t exciting and it sure as hell ISN’T what these people need. What this is is your demented, pitiful cries to try and “stop the losing ways and giveyah a chance!” again to overcome the greatest in SCW, which would catapult you back to some wave of momentum, I’m sure. Well, news flash “Dallas Dumpster”, I don’t give a shit about this match and I don’t give a shit about entertaining your notions of some kind of rebirth. In the end, I’m going to do what the people need to see happen and end you as quickly as I ended you last Breakdown. I’m going to walk in, nail you with the Inside Joke…or better yet, make you cry to the Necronomicon, then I’m going kick you out of my ring, walk to the back and on the same night, I’m going to make my demands known. I am the most entertaining superstar in SCW! I am the one that deserves to make demands. And come Breakdown, I shall make them. Breakdown, this time, Stacy, isn’t about repeating history like last time, though I shall be doing that. It isn’t about rebirthing anything of yours. It isn’t about giving you what you want. It’s about showing what happens when you get what you wish for. You get your boring, unimaginative, pitiful rematch against me and you shall see what happens when you try and keep me from the matches the ingrates need and the entertainment they need. You will see that no matter how fast and how strong or how angry you are and get, it won’t make a difference when you face me. Because now? I’m stronger. I’m faster. And I’m angrier. Angrier because I have been denied from my rightful place at Riding the Lighting for too long because of pitiful criers like you and Jake Starr. Angrier because I have been dismissed despite my superior showings in SCW. Angrier because I am through not getting what I want. Come Breakdown…I too will get exactly what I wish for. And unlike you…I plan on getting it and never leaving to regret it. This is the part where you, dumpster…stop wishing… NECRO! |
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| Stacy Kissinger | Mar 27 2012, 10:33 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: The Character Development and Promo for this RP both occur on Friday, March 16th...thus no happenings of Ammo are discussed. Only mentioned is the fact that Stacy would not be on Ammo, which she wasn't anyways. :lol: Also, good luck Hayden. I had been hoping to get 2 up for this, but time bit me in the ass yet again. At least I got one up and I'm happy with it. Yours was good too. ![]() __________________________________________________________ ALBUM: Media Darling TRACK 1: Airport Artwork Date: Friday, March 16, 2012 Location: Chicago, IL… O’Hare Airport Those familiar airport sounds can be heard all around…the planes coming in, the planes departing, the same repetitive message about how all bags are always subject to search and to not accept any baggage from strangers or bring said baggage onto a flight. Along with those sounds is the sound of bags of luggage on wheels being rolled on the hard floors of the airport terminal. Emerging from a flight gate are two familiar faces, those being of Stacy Kissinger and Matthew Scoresby. Stacy looks to her left out the terminal window to see that the sun is almost completely down for the day. She stops here and lets go of her carry-on bag before just staring out the window. Mr. Scoresby can see that his travel companion is in a troubled state of mind, much like she was for the whole flight from Vancouver to Chicago. In fact the only time her mind looked really focused was when they had to make the flight connection in Denver to get to the Windy City. Otherwise to Mr. Scoresby, Stacy has looked extremely blue and very distracted. Mr. Scoresby turns around to see that there are quite a few other people around, people from a flight that look to soon be departing on the same airplane that he and Stacy had just arrived on. He puts his attention back to Stacy and stands right behind her and talks pretty low, so only she can hear what he’s saying. Mr. Scoresby: “Stacy, if it’s okay with you, perhaps we should go someplace private. I mean, this has been happening a lot lately, with you being really silent and very distracted. I…erm…you know that I’m worried about you.” Stacy talks but it’s just barely above a whisper. Stacy: “I know. And yeah, might be a good idea. Get away from the media lights and the public eye.” Mr. Scoresby: “It’s settled then. Besides, we do have up to a week that we can spend around here before you have to head to Milwaukee. At least you get a rematch with…” Stacy: “Shilo. I know. Just like I know I can give him a good fight. Last night, I…I wasn’t mahself Mistah Scoresby. But…I’m not gonna let Shilo know that. I’m just gonna get mah head on straight fer the rematch. Though easiah said than done…” Stacy’s voice, much like it’s done as of late, trails off. Mr. Scoresby, from the look on his face, doesn’t care for Stacy’s lack of confidence, but still he doesn’t desert her. He reaches forward and grazes one of Stacy’s arms just barely, but it’s enough of a touch to make Stacy jolt a bit. Stacy turns slowly and picks her carry-on bag back up before gazing quickly at Mr. Scoresby and then walking out of the flight gate area. Mr. Scoresby follows her all the way to the baggage claim, which is pretty much clear across the airport from where they are. They take their time getting there, but when they do arrive at the baggage claim, Stacy’s air of being unconfident seems to be dissipating. Only bad thing is it’s been replaced by a look of anger as her face turns beat red as she sees someone very familiar standing across from where the baggage claim is. As her face reddens, she clearly doesn’t think about what she’s doing as she stomps towards the man that’s standing next to an framed painting…a painting of Stacy Kissinger herself. So why the anger from the leggy Texan? Let’s just say she’s showing far more than just leg… Stacy: “Ethan! Ethan Bell! I TOLD ya no funny business!!!” Stacy’s deep brown eyes really look like two scorching pillars of fire now as her fiery gaze turns from the painter and photographer to the nude painting that Ethan is so proudly showing off. Stacy keeps walking all the way up to him and stands in front of the painting, doing her best to cover the risqué image of herself. The people admiring the painting tell Stacy to just move out of the way, but she ignores them. Mr. Scoresby comes after Stacy, but stops when he sees that Stacy right now pretty much is in an uncontrollable state, so he lays back a bit. Ethan: “It’s not funny business. It’s called freedom of expression. It’s art at its purest form.” Stacy: “Art that ya said ya’d give right to me when it was done! I nevah shoulda trusted ya…ya…ya…” Stacy can’t seem to find the word that she’s looking for, being that she’s so angry. Ethan: “Tongue-tied I see. Anyways, there isn’t anything you can do about it. At least it’ll make you more famous than you already are. You shouldn’t be all angry like you are. You should be proud. I made you look good…” Ethan pulls the stand and painting out from behind Stacy so the crowd can see once again. Upon doing so Stacy rears back and her right hand smacks Ethan’s left cheek SO hard that she leaves a mark. Ethan rubs at it and takes one step back from Stacy, who is no longer lost for words. Stacy: “Hand it ovah or destroy it Ethan! Othawise I’ll twist that paintah’s arm off of ya!” Ethan continues rubbing where Stacy just slapped him and looks at the ill-tempered 6 foot tall Texan that stands before him ready to knock his teeth down his throat. He responds to her, actually in a calm manner, controlling himself. Ethan: “I can’t do that. As of tonight, this painting will be put on display at one of the major art galleries here in Chicago.” Stacy continues to glare at the artist as Ethan looks back at her and slyly smirks, showing that he was a peeping tom from the very beginning. Stacy pulls her right arm back again but this time from behind Mr. Scoresby grabs it. Stacy whips around and looks right into the eyes of Mr. Scoresby, still looking very angry. Stacy: “But he…he…he…” Mr. Scoresby: “Stacy. All this is doing is getting you more bad publicity. Come with me before you do something you might regret. Please.” Ethan’s quick to speak this time around. Ethan: “Yeah. Go away. I kept my end of the bargain. I would have given you the painting right now too, if you hadn’t let your temper get the best of you. Good day Miss Kissinger.” Stacy yanks her arm away from Mr. Scoresby powerfully and executes this time not a slap, but a punch right to Ethan’s jaw that sends him staggering. Ethan loses his balance and falls right into the nude portrait of Stacy. The painting does survive with minor damage, but now the once-calm Ethan is livid. While he gets up, Mr. Scoresby uses a little of his force to pull Stacy away from the escalating situation before it can get worse. Just in time too as Mr. Scoresby can see both of their sets of luggage emerging from behind the curtain and out onto one of the conveyor belts. Stacy seethes beside Mr. Scoresby and doesn’t reach for anything. Mr. Scoresby gets all of their bags off. It’s only then that Stacy takes her two wheeling bags and sets off away from Mr. Scoresby, stomping as she goes. Mr. Scoresby hurries to catch up. He even stays to the right of her, acting as a roadblock so Stacy doesn’t attempt to go after the now famed video and painter voyeur again. It’s when the pair is outside in the open Chicago air, which is unseasonably warm, where Stacy shoots fire at Mr. Scoresby, showing that she can snap at anyone at any time, something she had been trying so hard not to do for the past two years. Stacy: “Why did ya stop me?!?! He deserved it! I’ve nevah felt more embarrassed in mah entire life! And ya did nothin’! I thought ya cared ‘bout me!” Mr. Scoresby interrupts her, raising his tone now as well. Many heads are turning, watching the two now. Mr. Scoresby: “I DO! That’s why I pulled you away! That’s why I wanted you out of there! Look Stacy, you’re losing yourself and I don’t want to just watch it happen!!!” Mr. Scoresby’s eyes are piercing now. Stacy’s cheeks are still red and she’s still seething mad, but she chooses for now to turn away. This is when she sees the people looking at them. She’s about to open her mouth to tell them off, but she thinks better of it and just walks towards the airport’s bus stop. Mr. Scoresby follows her but Stacy turns and holds her hand up and just mouths the word “NO” to him. Mr. Scoresby sighs and goes after her anyways, defying what Stacy currently wants. He’s even very bold and speaks to her too, showing he’s not scared of her firecracker ways. Mr. Scoresby: “I’m not letting you go off on your own. NOT when you’re like this. Stacy look, it’s okay to be angry. It’s even okay if you want to hit me. But please at least listen to what I have to say.” Stacy, still obviously extremely pissed off, rolls her eyes and grunts as the bus comes up the road to the stop in front of the terminal. She waits for the doors to open and climbs aboard. Mr. Scoresby follows her onto the bus. Stacy purposely takes a seat in the part of the bus that’s the most packed, so Mr. Scoresby can’t sit next to her. Mr. Scoresby finds another seat further back from Stacy. He does nothing but look in her direction for the entire bus trip, that is until Stacy pulls the ripcord above, requesting a stop. She shares no words with no one, not even Mr. Scoresby as she disembarks from the bus. He follows her and for now says nothing, but is clearly hoping Stacy won’t keep giving him the silent treatment for much longer. Unfortunately she doesn’t even look at him. Even when she walks into a hotel. Instead she talks only with the male clerk at the counter, who recognizes her. Clerk: “Oh. Wow. How about having the famous Stacy Kissinger staying at our hotel… We have a few rooms. I’ll get you the best one we’ve got left.” Stacy responds with only one word. Stacy: “Thanks.” The clerk looks at his computer screen and then sees Mr. Scoresby from out of the corner of his eye and sees him approach Stacy from behind. Clerk: “Will it be a room for t-?” Stacy: “One please.” Clerk: “One it is.” The man continues to look in the computer until he finds one and books it for Stacy. Stacy hands him her credit card and the transaction gets completed. The final part of the transaction is the clerk giving Stacy her room key. She takes it, thanks him again, then heads for the elevator, leaving Mr. Scoresby to fend for herself…again not even looking in his direction… [align=center]* * * * *[/align] Date: Friday, March 16, 2012 Location: Chicago, IL… Stacy Kissinger’s Hotel Room Locked safely in yet another hotel room, this one rather spacious and lavish with extra amenities, Stacy Kissinger has been able to calm herself down somewhat, after having taken a shower. Her thick brunette hair shows this as it is wet and still dripping quite a bit. She allows the water droplets to fall off her body though, that she only has wrapped in one towel. Even though she’s alone with no one else to bother her, she still searches the room, making sure there are no hidden cameras. When she’s convinced that she’s completely by herself, Stacy drops the towel and puts on a pair of black panties, a black bra and a dark blue nightshirt that extends down to almost her knees. After she finishes dressing herself for early bedtime, she sits on the edge of one of the queen size beds in the room. She looks at the vacant one and sighs, perhaps finally feeling sorry for how she’s treated Mr. Scoresby this evening. Stacy soon looks away from the vacant bed though and picks up her spiral notebook and a pen that she left on one of the pillows on the bed she had picked to sleep in, the one closer to the window. She sighs but then opens up her notebook and brings the pen to the paper. Just from the tone of the words that spill out, it’s easy to tell that her focus is definitely wavering, as is her confidence. Stacy Kissinger just doesn’t feel like the way she wants to feel. She doesn’t feel like herself. To Supreme Championship Wrestling: I guess I’ll get to Shilo Valiant in a little bit. But first, to all of SCW and especially the fans out there, I’ve failed you. I promised to you all that I’d bring the Women’s Division out of the Dark Ages and into a Renaissance. Along the way though, I lost sight of that goal, but even worse, I have seemed to have lost sight of myself. I’m not afraid to admit it. I don’t know what to think right now. I have so much on my plate away from the ring, and also within SCW walls as well. Now I still stand by my decision to request that Women’s Gauntlet for the Gold for the Women’s Division, as that was a breath of fresh air. Sure I opened the flood gates and lost the SCW Women’s Championship because of it, but that’s not the reason why I’m in such an unsure and unconfident state right now. Also the other thing I stick by is the truth that if Madelyne McTaggert actually puts her Infamous dealings aside and defend the Women’s Title, she’ll be a good champion. I never said she wouldn’t be and I’m standing behind what I said there. However if she strays off the right course and chooses not to defend, I will not hesitate to make it a goal of mind to remind her that she’s here to do what everyone else is supposed to be doing, competing. Speaking of which, despite not being anywhere near focused two weeks ago on Breakdown, I still competed. I fulfilled my duty as an SCW wrestler and took on Shilo Valiant. I tried my best to keep my head clear, but in the end, he was able to hit me with the Inside Joke, thus pretty much laughing right in my face. That…that I’m not okay with. And why am I not? It’s simple. It’s because Shilo Valiant used to not act like that. It’s because Shilo Valiant has turned into what he calls all you fans out there… He’s turned into a phony himself! Shilo, to you directly, you said you’d always entertain the fans. I remember back when I was in Infection and was in basically the same position you are now. You love hearing the boos I guess. You love being a hated man. Shilo, that’s just something I can’t be. I don’t want to be hated, because when I was, secretly, it was tearing me up inside. I wanted to be free. I wanted to live my own life and make my own decisions. That’s something that Mister D didn’t let me do while I was in his Infection. I saw that look on his face when the calendar turned 2010. He wasn’t happy with me for scarring Sasha’s innocent face up. It was that moment on New Year’s Eve night, the last night of 2009, that I realized that I needed to grow up…and grow up fast! Over these last two years and a little bit Shilo, I felt I’ve done so. Yet still there’s that small part of me that remains. The part of me that I’ve been trying very hard to keep down. The same part of me that Brittany Lohan probably STILL wants me to unleash on everyone in creation. Shilo, I’ll be honest with you. Even I don’t know when I might snap. I’ve been known to do it at inopportune times. I’ve been known to let my temper get the best of me, even when I’m face to face with someone I care about. Just think Shilo…and remember when I say that I care about the fans out there, no matter how I’m feeling. So when you call them decaying matter and phonies, especially right to their faces like how you do, I might just lose it against you in the ring in Milwaukee. I’m just saying, that risk is there Shilo. I’m hoping I don’t lose it. I really don’t. I mean, this is a chance for not just me, but for you as well, to show what we’ve both got at this stage in our careers. For you Shilo, you’ve made it clear that you think you’re being marooned from a possible Riding The Lightning main event match, quite possibly even an SCW World Title Match. You think that you’re all of a sudden a forgotten man. Yes, I said man and not clown. Because unlike Gable Winchester, I’ve grown up and view everyone as human beings. This next Breakdown, I know you don’t really want to face me. You see me as beneath you and that’s a major mistake. I know I won’t be 100 percent focused on you, but you’ve already admitted that you couldn’t care less about getting in the ring against me. You want to take on David Helms. You want to take on Jake Starr. Katie Steward. And most importantly, Christy Matthews. You want to face those that are currently in the SCW main event scene…and since you’re not, you’re basically saying that I’m holding you back because in your opinion I supposedly walked into Mister D’s office and asked for a rematch against you. Shilo, did you actually see me walking out of Mister D’s office last Breakdown after I lost to you? No? Well, there are two reasons for that. One, I’m not on Mister D’s favorites list. You should know that. And two, because I didn’t enter his office, period! And just so you know in advance, I won’t be in St. Paul for Ammo either. Instead, I’ve chosen to take some time off and attempt to lay low…even though I’ve been miserably failing at that…until it’s time to take you on in Milwaukee. Ah yes, of course you’ll just say it’s something new for me to fail at. Ha ha ha, very funny… Stacy takes her pen off the page and scowls; even though she knows she’s the one that just wrote her own sarcasm. She takes a short writing break, but it’s not a long one before she’s back at it again. But that’s just it Shilo. In the end, you’re not funny at all. And lately you sure as heck haven’t been entertaining. You haven’t been yourself. Perhaps, just like myself, you TOO need to take a look in a mirror and take a real close look at what you are at this point in time. And no, not in a funhouse mirror either Shilo. Stacy takes her own advice as she stands up and takes the notebook and pen with her. She places them on the dresser and looks into the mirror hanging on the wall. Stacy doesn’t like the look that’s coming from her eyes, the look of definite uncertainty. She sighs before putting her face down and continuing her writing from where she left off. Alright, no more circus, fair or carnival lingo. From this point on, I’m going to put it to you straight Shilo. Not to mention straighten up some of what you threw at me. For example, one, Gable was the one that ended our relationship. He thought he could move on from me and be the Man of WIN and eventually become the SCW World Champion. That hasn’t worked out for him. You called me the Woman of Loss but before the past month I was very successful. Everyone hits a rough patch once in a while Shilo, and well, while I may have hit yet another in my career, it’ll eventually end. Just like how I know this bout of not being confident and focused will end soon enough. I…I just feel like I have to talk with someone, someone that’ll guide me. Someone that’ll be a friend. I know that that someone isn’t you Shilo, nor did I ask you to be one. All I’m asking from you is to not complain that you’re “stuck” for a second match in a row against me. This isn’t a punishment Shilo. I know Wheeler considered it one when Mister D pitted him against me, but I didn’t. I considered that match as an opportunity to show the fans what I’m capable of. And yes, I’m capable of more than just losing matches Shilo. I’m capable of winning them as well, as you’ve seen. So if I do beat you in Milwaukee Shilo, what then? What will you think when the fans are laughing at you? What will you think when the fans have smiles on their faces and are cheering and are actually…oh my gosh…entertained? Will you say anything? Or will you just ignore the fact that you got defeated by a female athlete who you deem to obviously be nothing but southern trailer trash? Yeah, I think that’s EXACTLY what you’d do. You’d ignore me and still say that you’re the best wrestler in SCW. Shilo, winning one match doesn’t make you that. Hell, winning a series of matches doesn’t make you the best wrestler in SCW. Here’s a newsflash for YOU Shilo…NO ONE will ever be the best wrestler in SCW. Why is that? Why would I say such a shocking revelation? Because it’s true! No doubt there have been many excellent athletes that have walked the SCW halls, but no one has been unbeatable. To be the best, you need to be unbeatable. Which means you should have no losses to your name. And you Shilo, you have plenty of them. I do too, so no, I’m not tooting my own horn here. Not even close! I’m just telling it like it is to someone like you that obviously needs to hear, or in this case at least read those words. Anyways, I’ve got some things I need to get cleared up so I can at least be somewhat focused for Breakdown on the 28th. I want to be as ready for you as I can this time. Perhaps just for this once I need to not just wrestle for the fans, but maybe, just maybe wrestle for myself. Though then again, I don’t want to be selfish. Being selfish will only put me on the path to resurrecting a past that I just don’t want to live. Instead, I want to be true to myself Shilo. And I’m being truthful when I say I LOVE entertaining the fans. I’m truthful when I say I LOVE to challenge myself. And last but not least, I’m being truthful when I say that I’ll do my best to sing a Melody loud and proud for all the fans to hear, even if I’m emotionally not at my best… Sincerely, Stacy Kissinger Stacy dots the i’s in her last name before closing her spiral notebook, leaving it and the pen on top of the dresser. She slowly walks back to the bed. When she’s about to slide in for the night, she hears a knock on the door. Stacy rolls her eyes and walks over to the door, this time quicker. She looks through the peephole to see Mr. Scoresby standing there on the other side of the door. Mr. Scoresby knocks again but still Stacy doesn’t open the door. After a few more moments of silence Mr. Scoresby finally speaks, his voice calmer than it was before. Mr. Scoresby: “Stacy, I know this is the room you have. The clerk downstairs told me. Can I please come in? It’s nothing personal. I just want to talk about ideas for your next album.” Stacy thinks about it for a moment, but leaves the door closed. She turns her back to the door and is visibly upset, her cheeks reddening. This time not with anger though. Mr. Scoresby knocks again a couple times before he speaks a few more words. Mr. Scoresby: “I just really hope you’re okay in there. I don’t want to beat a drum Stacy, but I can’t stop saying it. I care about you. A lot. Just remember that I’m around if you want to talk. I’m actually in the room right above yours. Goodnight Stacy.” Stacy can hear his footsteps as Mr. Scoresby moves away from the door. She looks back into the peephole just in time to see him walking out of sight. Stacy turns back around, again her back to the door. As she slides her back down the actual door to the hotel room, a few tears drop out of her eyes. She doesn’t even bother to attempt to wipe them away from her face, but instead lets them drip as she just sits there, wondering what she should do next. She sits here for quite a while before finally picking herself up and moving herself to the bed closest to the door now. But she doesn’t fall asleep. Of course with quite a bit on her mind, it’s easy to see why she can’t. Hopefully for Stacy’s sake, the morning will look far brighter… |
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