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Rachel Foxx vs. Stacy Kissinger
Topic Started: Feb 4 2013, 02:14 PM (245 Views)
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Rachel Foxx vs. Stacy Kissinger

2 RP Limit for singles; 2 per team for tag
Deadline: Noon EST Friday, February 8, 2013

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ALBUM: Is This The Year?
TRACK 5: Have No Fear

DATE: Sunday, February 3, 2013
TIME: 9:05 PM
CITY: Richardson, Texas
LOCATION: Gold’s Gym


I’m taking a breather at the moment, guzzling down some water from my water bottle that I purchased upon entering the gym. But I can’t help but notice a punching bag being dealt major punishment. Tatum McGraw is really smacking that thing around, as if it were one of Foxx Global’s heads! I let her take out her frustration though as it’s good and productive. I don’t even fear that she might come at me hard and knock me down once we start sparring against one another. I requested this session with her so she can channel her aggression and get her mind off of booze, even if only for one evening.

After one last swig of water, I put the top back on the bottle and place it back in my travel bag. I stand up and lace my ole set of boxing gloves back on my hands. Yeah I haven’t told this to the world before, but someone from the wrestling company I competed with before I came to SCW once trained me a bit in the art of boxing. Anyways, that’s not important now. Helping Tatum is. Thus why I’m walking back over to her. As she sees me coming, she catches the punching bag with her wrists, being that she’s wearing a pair of Gold’s Gym boxing gloves, coming back to reality.


Tatum: “Oh, I guess yer ready?”

Stacy: “Yeah. And I don’t want ya to take thangs easy on me. The way ya were punishin’ that bag just now? Do that. I can handle it.”

Tatum: “I’ve seen ya handle plenty else, so ya got it. Ready to get yer hide tanned?”

Stacy: “Let’s see ya try. Just picture me as Rachel Foxx.”

I probably shouldn’t have said that as she does go to punch me right in the jawbone, but I block it. I then return fire with one of my own, right to her abdomen. Tatum doubles over a bit but reaches back and returns fire, connecting with my chest, which makes me rock back a bit. This gives her time to draw back up to her full height.

Tatum: “Okay. Yer Rachel Foxx. Yer RACHEL FRIGGIN’ FOXX!!!”

She bounces around now and I circle partially before she finally does rock me with a punch right to my left cheek. I feel dazed and stagger a bit, but stay focused enough to turn and lay a shot right to her jaw and then land another to her abdomen, once again doubling her over. I barely see her shake out the cobwebs, but I do hear her speak to me.

Tatum: “I told ya Stacy. I told ya ya’d get me.”

Stacy: “Try hardah.”

I back away and shake out my own cobwebs and allow her to again raise herself up to her full height. Once we’re both feeling it, we begin circling one another again. This time we collide and begin to use the boxing gloves to punch each other, exchanging blows until we come to a complete stalemate.

Stacy: “That’s bettah Tates. Come on, give me all ya got.”

She winds back and delivers a hard right hook to my jaw, but I return fire with a right hook of my own. We exchange for a bit until finally I can feel myself teetering, which is when she gets in a few extra shots in on me. I do see the anger in her eyes as I drop to my knees. Tatum is about to deliver another extra blow, but stops with her arm in mid-air. I look up at her, nod and then smile, putting the signature Kissinger grin on my face. Tatum helps me up, not smiling.

Tatum: “Don’t know why yer smilin’ sweets.”

Stacy: “Ain’t it obvious? Sparrin’ session successful.”

Tatum: “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

Stacy: “Nah, I’ve taken worsah punishment. Just glad that yer showin’ yer aggressive side, that’s all. I know yer tired of losin’. Hell, I don’t like losin’ wrestlin’ matches eithah…but instead of hangin’ on it, may as well move on and train hardah, right?”

My tag team partner and fellow Texan just nods at me before she turns and goes to her own bag and takes out a bottle of water. After she chugs quite a bit of it, she uses the rest to cool off her face. Meanwhile I just go and lean up against a wall. I remove my boxing gloves and drop them to the padded floor in front of me and just relax, allowing my racing heartbeat to return to normal.

After a short while Tatum comes over to me and tells me something.


Tatum: “I’m gonna take off. Got somewhere I wanna go.”

Stacy: “That’s fine Tates. Just take care of yerself.”

Again she just nods at me before gathering up her things and leaving the gym. I sigh as the front door closes before I too begin to pack up to get ready. Except I’m going to be headed back to a hotel. Even though I’m home here in Dallas, I don’t feel like imposing on my mother, especially since I won’t be home here in Texas for long. Only for another two days in fact…

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DATE: Tuesday, February 5, 2013
TIME: 7:00 PM
CITY: Dallas, Texas
LOCATION: Sweet Georgia Brown Bar-B-Que Buffet


With the temperatures having warmed up a bit over the past couple of days here in the Dallas area, I find myself tonight in a rather nice ensemble…a dark purple knee-high skirt with a matching halter top. I have a light coat draped around my upper torso, but as I step inside the buffet place that I told Tatum we’d meet at for supper, I take off the light overcoat and sling it over my left arm. A few younger men that are in the waiting area waiting to be seated do look my way and I even get a wink or two. I just turn away and go to the hostess stand and am about ready to ask if Tatum has already checked in when…I hear her, loud and clear…and a bit slurred.

Tatum: “Ya’ll should be ashamed of yerselves! Stop lookin’ at me! I’m a taken cowgirl that can kick yer hide like crazy!”

Damn it. She’s been drinking. Doesn’t look like I have a choice.

Stacy: “Tatum! I’m here up front.”

It takes a few moments but she walk…er…walks not in a straight line, towards me. She then takes me roughly by the hand and pulls me towards the bar area of the buffet.

Tatum: “Yer late sweets. Ya’ve been missin’ out on all the fun!!!”

Okay. I see I’m the one half of the Dallas Delights that’s going to have the clear mind tonight. I pull my hand away from hers but do sit down on a barstool at the bar as Tatum goes to order another drink.

Tatum: “Hey bartendah, got another SoCo for me? Nothin’ like drownin’ yerself in such a good drink!”

Stacy: “Um, haven’t ya had enough already Tatum?”

Tatum: “Eh, yer not mah mom. Come on Stacy, live a lil’!”

Stacy: “What would Wendell think if he saw ya like this?”

That makes Tatum freeze and slowly turn to me. Her eyes dart around a lot, meaning she must have been here for a while drinking. She says no words, so I offer up a suggestion.

Stacy: “How ‘bout we get a table and eat Tates? You’ll feel bettah.”

Tatum: “I’m fine right here.”

Stacy: “Alright. Look Tates, I wanted to kinda have this sistah-to-sistah bondin’ time and I was figurin’ we could do it ovah suppah, but since yer drunk pretty hardcore, I don’t know…”

Tatum: “We can still talk. I’m listenin’…”

Stacy: “Okay. It’s just that well…even though ya were focused and whatnot a couple nights ago, I got a bit worried ‘bout ya when ya left. And now I find ya here, basically stoned. Look Tatum, I know ya hate losin’ yer wrestlin’ matches and all, but I hope yer not drinkin’ ‘cause of that. ‘Cause it ain’t gonna make thangs any bettah. It’ll make thangs worse.”

Tatum: “How do ya know that sweets? I actually feel SOOOOO much bettah when I got this good damn stuff in me! I feel aggressive. I feel like I can take somebody’s head off! God I wish Rachel or Brittany or Regan were here right now!”

Well, at least it does keep her upbeat. But I worry now about when the alcohol wears off. Oh well, I may as well just let her be happy for now. And besides, I’m right here for her, so nothing bad will happen. No harm will come. So, instead of saying what could happen…I’m just going to speak to her about something positive instead…

Stacy: “Since yer not hungry Tates, we don’t have to get a table.”

Tatum: “I’ll be fine up here Stacy. You go eat. We’ll have enough talk time aftah ya do.”

Stacy: “Well, I mainly just wanted to say that we’ll both be back on the winnin’ path soonah or latah. And I wanted to tell ya to keep yer head up. That’s the one good thang about Blake Mason. His upbeat attitude. I hope that rubs off on ya.”

Tatum: “Eh. I’m far from perfect.”

Stacy: “Ya don’t see me askin’ fer perfection Tatum. I’m not gonna ask anythin’ of ya at this time. I’ll go get a table. Feel free to join me if ya want.”

Tatum: “K…”

I walk away from the bar and I hear her about to order the SoCo again, but she cuts her own self off before looking over to the direction that I’m walking in. She watches me depart into the dining room area of the buffet. I’m not alone at the table I’ve picked out for long however as Tatum soon joins me. A waitress comes over and brings us a couple glasses of water. Tatum immediately tips her glass back and drains the entire glass in 10 seconds flat. I just shrug towards the waitress as she says she’ll go get another glass of water…and also that we can go head up to the buffet and dig in.

Tatum stays at the table but I get up and go begin to fill a plate. Hopefully Tatum will follow. The glass of water was a good start, but if she’s going to maintain her self-control and be aggressive with killer instincts while sober, it’ll take much more than that. Though then again, after seeing her inside Tactical Warfare, I don’t know. Because I did like what I saw from her. She showed passion. She showed heart. Two things that I have and will always exemplify. And she showed what she’s capable of doing when you piss her off. After seeing what she delivered at Body, Heart and Soul, I wouldn’t want to end up like those that ended up on the wrong end of a smashing beer bottle hit from Tatum McGraw. And so instead of arguing with her, I’ll just offer up sisterly advice. If she doesn’t want to listen to it, as long as she ends up okay, I’m fine with that. I’ll just continue on with being her tag team partner and friend…


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DATE: Friday, February 8, 2013
TIME: 8:30 PM
CITY: Chicago, Illinois
LOCATION: A Coffee Shop on Lake Shore Drive


The winds are whipping around quite violently, which is to be expected. This is the Windy City after all, and it’s dead in the middle of winter. But to be honest, I can handle an environment like this one. I can handle ANY environment. Though the SCW cameraman that has been walking with me for the past half hour or so, I can see him shivering. Yet still he keeps up with me until finally I point to the left and the two of us walk into a coffee shop. He’s quick to put his camera down on the table that’s furthest away from the door to the place and head for the counter, probably to purchase a hot beverage of some sort. While he does that, I take a seat at this table and make myself comfortable, leaning back in the chair, but not slouching at all. Because well, when I’m not fighting my beating heart out and I’m away from the ring, I’m a proper Southern Belle. I’m a lady, unlike what many seem to think. But they can have their opinions and can continue to spout their bile. It doesn’t matter in the least.

I sit calmly, knowing that this calm won’t last long, being in one night’s time, I’m back in that ring, this time against SCW’s rough and rugged Underground Champion, Rachel Foxx. The two of us are no strangers, that’s for sure…


Stacy: “Tomorrow night’ll be… Hmm, what’s the word I’m lookin’ fer?”

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I drop that thought quickly as the cameraman comes towards me, with a hot cup of what I’m assuming to be coffee in his right hand. He’s already sipping it as he’s still shivering from the brutal cold that Chicago is currently under. He puts his cup of coffee down on the table and actually asks me a question.

SCW Cameraman: “I’m sorry about that Stacy. Would you like me to get you one too?”

Stacy: “Nah. Not necessary. I’m fine. But thanks fer askin’.”

The cameraman sits down across from me and continues to sip away, no doubt the coffee warming him up. After a bit he puts the cup back down and picks up his video camera. I see this and sit up in my seat a bit. I already did promise him that he could record my thoughts for the entire world to hear. I’m not going back on that promise. Hell, I HATE it when I break promises, which is why lately I haven’t made any guarantees. Because well, nothing is a guarantee…

SCW Cameraman: “Being that we’re out of the cold and in here, I’m thinking now would be a good time to get your thoughts.”

Stacy: “Sure.”

He hoists the camera up onto his right shoulder, points and shoots. I see the red light come on, but hey, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve ever been on camera. That said, away we go…

Stacy: “Hey ya’ll out there. When ya’ll last saw me in the ring…well…in 2 rings surrounded by a cage, ya’ll I know saw at least one thang. That I had no fear of mah surroundings. Not once did I cowah in a cornah and leave the rest of mah teammates to pick up the slack fer me. Not once did I give up or have mah eyes go wide. Why is that? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t mah first caged rodeo. I’ve lived to tell tales aftah bein’ involved in a few matches similah to Tactical Warfare. And while some are no doubt still lickin’ their wounds, I’m ready to move on.”

I can already feel my face growing stern, but it’s good to hold firm. It shows all ya’ll critics out there that I’m not weak like I used to be. Not winning a portion of your matches is NOT a weakness. Hell, I’ve learned plenty more from losses than from victories. But in the case of tomorrow night on a special Saturday Night Breakdown, I’m not looking to learn anything. Besides I know more than I ever wanted to know about Rachel Foxx and her…methods.

Stacy: “And so here I am on the cusp of mah next battle. But just like I had no bout of Tactical Warfare-itis, and just like I have no fear of being recorded and well…,to be bluntly honest, I don’t fear much at all…”

I pause and find myself winking at the camera before I go back completely 100 percent focused.

Stacy: “And that includes you Rachel. A lot of people out there prob’ly think I’m terrified to once again take ya on one-on-one. But that’s just it. I’ve faced ya before and I know ‘bout yer lust fer blood. I know ‘bout yer sledgehammah. And I know ‘bout how ya wanna get people to follow ya like dogs in yer quest to liberate people like me and Tatum. How’s that last one workin’ out fer ya by the way? I don’t see a huge army behind ya or anythin’. I only see you, Brittany Lohan and Regan Street floodin’ Twittah with senseless rubbish.”

“But whatevah. While the three of yas have yer dreams or liberatin’ the world, Tatum and I will just keep pushin’ along, improvin’ and improvin’ every time out. Hell, I know she woke ya up Rachel inside Tactical Warfare. I don’t think I need to tell ya this, but ya made the BIGGEST mistake of yer life when you and Brittany went aftah Wild Bill. If I were the two of ya, I’d be shakin’ in mah booties, ‘cause I’ve spoken with Tatum on a few occasions since Body, Heart and Soul, and well… She ain’t done with yas. Tactical Warfare was only just the start. And I fer one will be supportin’ her 110 percent of the way!”


Two people look across the coffee shop to where I’m seated. I guess I got a bit too loud. I’ll try my best to contain myself and save the outpour of emotions and fight for when it truly matters, tomorrow night. I compose myself and continue.

Stacy: “Just like she has to me. We share that bond. No mattah how low one of us is feelin’, the othah will always be there to lend the helpin’ hand if it’s desired. Tomorrow night though Rachel, Tatum knows that I can handle ya. Aftah the bell to end our match though, should she choose to do anythin’, I made a promise to her that I’m not gonna break. She wants to go aftah ya, she can have ya. I ain’t gonna stop her eithah.”

“And just so ya know Rachel? Tatum don’t fear ya neithah. Ya may have broken her down emotionally bah attackin’ Bill who is like a fathah to her, but as ya saw at Body, Heart and Soul, all ya did was let the beast outta the cage. So tomorrow night, ya best be ready to woman up to the consequences. ‘Cause I ain’t gonna be singin’. I’m gonna be focused on takin’ ya down a few pegs. Fer Tatum’s sake, fer Wild Bill’s sake, fer the rest of SCW’s sake, hell…FOR THE WORLD’S SAKE!!!”


Again I get a few looks. Yeah, I’ve always had a problem with keeping my blood from boiling and my voice from raising. I know where I got that quality from. My father. Sigh.

I shake the quick thought of him off though. There is definitely no need to look back right now. There’s only time to look forward. Especially when there is plenty on the plate.


Stacy: “At least I don’t have to wait long at all to get that done. That in mind Rachel, make sure yer head’s on straight and ya show no moment of weakness when yer in that ring with me tomorrow night. Don’t take yer eyes off the prize and say that I’m not a worthy opponent. ‘Cause ya saw inside Tactical Warfare what I can do when I bring it to the table.”

“If I were you Rachel, and thankfully I’m not, ya should be fearin’ losin’ to me. I mean look at it. If I lose to ya tomorrow night, the world don’t change and ya get to go on tryin’ to enforce yer will upon people to believe in yer cause. But if I defeat ya…you’ll begin to question yerself. You’ll begin to fear that maybe, just maybe Brittany Lohan and Regan Street see a hint of weakness and…gasp…humanity in ya!”

“So yeah Rachel, just like how Dylan Howell’s fear is blood and how Christy Matthews feared Xander Valentine wouldn’t stay down fer a count of 10 at Body, Heart and Soul…yer fear is obvious…but one that can be avoided.”


The customers inside the coffee shop have now cleared out. The cameraman keeps his equipment rolling, even though I’ve chosen to pause for a few moments, collecting my thoughts, until they come to me and roll off my tongue.

Stacy: “So with that said Rachel, tomorrow night the war continues. And what’s best is that it’s not ‘bout title belts at all. It’s not ‘bout survival. It’s not even ‘bout all the bull that you and yer cohorts of Foxx Global have pulled as of late. Instead, it’s all ‘bout makin’ ya realize yer worst fear. Losin’ to Stacy Kissinger.”

I can sense that my eyes are piercing the SCW camera. I just let them linger for a bit, until the cameraman shuts off his recording device and sets it back down on the table. He then continues his coffee as I just sit and continue to think about tomorrow night…with two words looming large in my mind. No fear. That’s what I’ve had as of late. And that’s what I’ll have moving forward…no matter if it’s dealing with Foxx Global, helping my tag team partner and Texan sister Tatum McGraw, or eventually competing for the SCW World Championship…
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Well fuck. I know you all probably hate me by now. Been babysitting my sister's kid which has turned out to be harder than I thought it would be as he is an asshole and I am not the most maternal person in the world. I thought this little monster would go down way before he did, and I could finish my RP. Not so much :( I also take the blame for trashing a perfectly good RP in response to the results of TW and recent Twitter interactions.

Anyway, I'm an asshole and I'm sorry, especially to Jay who got shafted facing me again. I really am sorry Jay :( I WILL make this up to you.
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