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| Alexis Quinne vs. Jessica Howell; September 17/2014 | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 6 2014, 04:37 PM (79 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Sep 6 2014, 04:37 PM Post #1 |
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Alexis Quinne vs. Jessica Howell 2 RP Limit per match; 4 per team in tag match; 6 per team in six man tag Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, September 16, 2014 ~~Good Luck Everyone!!~~ |
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| Rachel Foxx | Sep 16 2014, 02:38 AM Post #2 |
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The Duchess of Debauchery
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When I started this...when this all began, I didn’t care about anything. Wrestling was secondary, bowing at the feet of Rachel Foxx was all that mattered to me. When she gets into your ear, it’s hard to hear anything else. The noise made by those pathetic people out there was meaningless, white noise that hung under her message like the annoying buzz of a house fly. You hear it, but you never really pay attention to it because you know it is nothing more. It feels like love, and to someone like me who was raised in cold and cruelty, it is very alluring. The perfect bait in the perfect trap and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. As I broke away from her grasp, their voices became louder. I started to hear them for what they really were, the people who made this fantasy life of ours possible. Seriously, how many kids sit at home each night dreaming about the day they will stand where I stand? How many people have taken to their back yards, throwing each other through tables, hit each other with chairs and damn near ended their own lives trying to imitate us? How many little girls have have pretended to be...ME? Rachel has a weird way of making you lose perspective on the world, but I had suddenly gotten it back. Soon, they cheered me. They sent me flowers, little kids drew me pictures and sent me handwritten letters telling me they wanted to be like me. It was weird...to be actually loved. Not the “love” that Rachel claims to have for all of her followers...a seething indifference that she somehow convinces you is warmth. No, this was real love...real warmth. They were happy to see me, they were invested in me and they cheered when I succeeded. When I lost, they encouraged me to get up, try again. It was only the second time in my life I felt truly loved, the first being...Dylan. Oh sure, he was broody, and loved to call himself Saint Asshole; but, underneath it all, he was sweet and loving. He was the man who made me breakfast each morning, took in a little Irish girl as his very own daughter and would take a bullet for the few people in this world he truly loved. Under all the brooding, curmudgeon, doom and gloom, he was a warm teddy bear who knew how to make me feel safe. In his arms, the rest of the world melted, and in his eyes I found something I had never had before. But, all the love and warmth in my life...the new found perspective...the fans who sent scores of flowers and cards while we recovered from a hellacious imprisonment at the hands of my former employer...none of it could save us from what came next. After all the sunshine that had filled my life, I had allowed myself to believe the storm had passed and the worst was over. Rachel was out of our lives, and if we could survive her, we could survive ANYTHING...right? I never stopped to consider that this might just be the eye of the storm passing over. I had been so focused on Rachel and the Coalition that I never considered the fact that it might have been our inner demons that got the best of us. Will Durant once wrote: “A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself within” There are more than a handful of times where life will give you enough rope to hang yourself, the seeds of your own self-destruction, sown in the twilight hours when you never realize the impact they will have on your life. For me, that rope was the Supreme Championship Wrestling management, and the seeds were their own seething indifference towards most of the roster. Oh sure, they gave me regular work, enough to to keep my face out there and send me home with a decent paycheck; but, their focus had been so captured by the more boisterous and problematic members of the SCW roster for them to ever really care about the rest of us, those of us who came to work and did our jobs without complaint because we love what we do. As long as we weren’t causing problems, we were ignored, something that I tried to force myself to accept; but Dylan… Dylan refused to fade into the woodwork and accept his place as their lap dog. It was a slow burn, but they had forced his hand and they would not like what they unearthed in him. It started with the eyes...I always saw the warmth in his eyes, but suddenly I couldn’t. He never let it spill out on Marisa and I, but the light in his eyes was fading. I had hoped he would realize it was just work, but he couldn’t see it that way. I felt like I was losing him with each day that passed as he watched the SCW management basically ignore and abuse the two women he loved in the company. He hated it, his sister being ignored despite being the most dominant female...no, competitor in the company; and his wife being overlooked and marginalized. He started talking about how the world was conspiring against us, claiming that it was time we stopped living by their rules because they only kept us down. That’s when the gifts started coming. watches, necklaces, earrings, dresses, shoes...anything I showed an interest in, suddenly it appeared despite the fact we did not have the money for any of it. I know, this seems like a stupid thing to complain about, but it was a real problem. It was no longer my husband behind those eyes. The darkness growing deep inside of him was threatening to consume him and I had no idea what to do about it. I tried to save him, but as each week passed, and the world continued to bear down on us… I feel like I am losing him… I try to keep cheery through it all, hoping Marisa and my smile can bring him back, but his “take what you want” attitude leaves him cold and frighteningly indifferent towards the problem. He keeps telling me to join him, pointing out the futility of our situation. He tells me how good it would feel to just let go of my morals and finally take what I want. I keep refusing, trying to be the voice of reason, even as my world crumbles around me; refusing to allow myself to sucumb to the temptation of it all. But in the dark, when left by myself… Tears are still running down my face as I set up the camera tripod and make sure it is facing forward before sitting down in front of it. My hands move quick to wipe the streaks from my cheeks before taking a deep breath and hitting a button on the remote in my hand. The red light on the front of the camera flashes to life to let me know it is recording, but I suddenly realize I have no idea what I want to say as I force myself to fight back tears. JESSICA: “So...here we are again. Does it really matter what I say here? Does it really matter whether or not I win? Does ANY of this really matter? I mean really...do any of you even remember who I am? I bet you do. I bet you know exactly who I am. With all the effort you have put into subjugating Regan Street and anyone connected to her, you have to know me, right? I’m not Merrick Wiseman, constantly claiming to be the last vestige of law and order in SCW, despite only looking out for myself. I’m not Selena Frost, sending letters and whining about how unfairly I’m being treated by this worthless company. I’m not the Coalition, imposing my will on this company by force. I have not complained even once...even as you’ve overlooked me over and over and over again!! It was almost a year and a half ago now when Regan shocked the ignorant world and proved something the rest of us already knew...that she was the baddest woman walking the halls of this company and more than able to carry the company on her back. Regan broke through the wall of mediocrity and repetitiveness that have become the hallmark of SCW. The exact same faces have populated the SCW Championship scene for far too long, how dare she break through and succeed despite the deck being stacked against her. And just as she broke through, there was the foot of authority to kick her back into the futile darkness of the SCW mid card. Sure she lost the title the very next night; but she proved her worth in this pointless company and she hasn’t gotten so much as even a hint of a chance to prove it wasn’t a fluke. No! Instead, you waste her time making her face her own brother, her sister...a parade of worthless nobodies that proves absolutely nothing about what she is truly capable of. And what does that say about me? I was never allowed a chance to really prove that I could be a world champion like Regan, I was never allowed to flex my true ability anywhere NEAR a title belt. Hell, even my husband had the Adrenaline Championship dangled in front of him a couple times as you all tried to keep him in line. But me...Is the assumption that the smile means I will just fall in line as I watch you kick my family around? Should I smile warmly as you systematically humiliate everyone I care about? Would you all like to come to our house and kick my daughter around while you’re at it? I’m tired of this...all of it!! I’m set to face Alexis Quinn, but what will that really prove to anyone? Does it put my husband and I in line for a tag team shot because I defeated half of one of the tag teams that failed to make any sort of an impact at the last Pay Per View. And what next, does my husband get thrown in against another member of the Falconry as we slowly play this game of proving our worth? I mean, why bother? Why should I really give a crap about any of this? Will beating Quinn convince you to stop trying to tear my family apart? If so, I will beat her, submit her, even crucify her if need be. Seriously, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!?!?! Do I need to write a whiny little letter? Campaign for what I want like Katie Steward used to? Or should I tear my way through this company like the Coalition before me? Would you finally pay attention to me if I broke Quinn’s pretty little neck? Would you find me worthy if I strung her up and cut her open? I have spent my entire life running. running from my father… running from my past… running from the darkness… running from the monster that beckons to me each and every night in my dreams. I have spent the majority of my life trying to find peace in this world, to just settle down and be happy… But no matter how hard I try to push myself into the light, the darkness is always behind me. For too long, the Howells have been little more than cannon fodder and jokes to the rest of the wrestling world. We were nice, we were humble, we were approachable, we were the perfect picture of suburban bliss and we were the perfect doormat for you as you walked all over us. Well, keep pushing you worthless...useless drones…keep pushing the girl who is trying to outrun her demons… Eventually, she’ll stop running. And you will not like what happens when she does!!!” And with that, I push the button again. The camera crackles before the picture goes black, just as the tears began streaming again. |
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| Max Kane | Sep 16 2014, 10:30 AM Post #3 |
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Note: Doing this promo from work(seriously I overslept). So here goes nothing! [SCW cameras quickly pan around to an undisclosed location where quickly, the camera shows Alexis Quinne sitting on a crate alongside the masked El Rudo; both sporting Falconry hoodies. Alexis looks at the camera as does Rudo before she starts stroking her long hair.] Alexis: [looking at Rudo} You know Rudo, you know what I hate? And no, don't say people! That's an easy one but seriously you know the one thing that I can't be never or allow myself to become? [El Rudo pauses.} Three guess? Want to phone a friend? I mean we're in your country here so you probably got some hookups if you know what I mean?{El Rudo nods his head and starts muttering words in Japanese. Alexis doesn't understand, but she nods her head as if she does.] Alexis: Well, you're right Rudo! Losing is what I hate the most out of everything in this world. More than Justin Beiber or Dawnie Lohan or ANY CLUMPNUGGET from the city of Oakland. Seriously Oakland blows. But to make this quick losing is the one thing I refuse to do. I refuse to become a loser because my existence would mean nothing if I'm a loser. It just doesn't well with you you know? Am I the only one that would get SO heated when you would play like Connect Four with someone and they beat you every time? I know, you peeps think that's not a big deal but I don't care. Connect Four, hopscotch, Uno, most importantly, wrestling, life in general. I don't live my life to lose. When my back was pinned AGAIN against those Hollow clumpnuggets once again I felt that stinging feeling of defeat. It fucking sucks and I had plans to be sitting here right now with my bud Rudo here as one half of the Tag Team Champions with my bud Collin. But liek Rise to Greatness, my back was pinned against the mat and that maade me a loser. [Alexis sports a serious expression.] Alexis: This shit doesn't sit well with me Rudo. I don't like being carried to the back because I got my ass kicked so bad I can't walk to the back by myself. I don't want to be carried out as a loser because pint sized awesomeness doesn't lose ok? I'm not in wrestling for shits and giggles. I'm in it for glory and wins! Winning is all that matters and I don't like when my back is pinned on the mat.I rather be on top. [Alexis pauses.] Alexis: No not like that people. I mean being on top doing the PINNING not getting pinned. I goofed at the biggest show of the year and let that traitor Brittany Lohan beat me and when Collin and I got our second chance, I goofed and let Psycho No Tits pin me. That's a problem. I can't be on top if I'm losing and I can't show everyone how awesome I am if I'm losing and I kinda feel like I let Collin and myself down here. It just sucks. But I'm not ugly crying nor am I going to commit suicide like Jesse Howell is apparently because Wednesday night, here in Ruudo Country![El Rudo pauses and starts blurting out words to Alexis.] [to Rudo] OK so you're not technically from this region in Japan. So what if you're from the North! These are your people@! You look like them and you talk like them too! These are your people Rudo! Come on. Work with me here. [Alexis shakes her head in laughter.] Alexis: Jessie Jesse you said one thing that pissed me off and that was when you said beating em wouldn't be a big deal. Excuse what? This match isn't a big deal? Chica, WE'RE IN JAPAN and you're going against the only pint sized awesomeness in the world. It's a pretty big deal. Every match is a big deal because in the end, I rather be a winner than a loser! It's a big deal damnit! Wake up Jesse! Don't tell me this isn't a thing, to quote Collin. Don't tell the chica that's still bummed about losing a chance to become a champion. Don't talk that girl this match isn't a big deal. And let's be real gurl, you and your hubby have every chance to make a name for yourself. Every match you're in you have a chance to make some noise. So don't ugly cry and say you two don't get chances when you then say matches like this don't matter! Bullshit! EVERY MATCH MATTERS! Every match I win, I prove to the world, all the clumpnuggets that doubted me since Day 1 that they can shove it. And that means something to me. Losing to the Hollow twice means something to me because it left such a bad taste in my mouth. Don't you dare say that shit doesn't matter because if it didn't burh why the hell am I still wanting to stab things after losing a match that happened almost two weeks ago? Because this shit matters to me chica and the one thing you and your hubby are forgetting is that the difference between a winner and a loser is the biggest difference that exist. You should care about Wednesday because I want to use your tears to heal my wounds of losing at Apocalypse. I don't give two fucks about you crying about shit you can do. I'm still boiling over Apocalypse and yet I plan on doing something about it and that means kicking your ass in Rudo country and making sure I become what I want to become in this business. A winner. If you don't care then fine because I'm going to steamroll you. Clearly it seems you don't care about being on top. Being the best at what you do. Coolies because I do. It's what I have to become in order to make my life meaningful. So I'm going to crush you ok? Cools. See ya then. |
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