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Rachel Foxx vs. Alexis Quinne
Topic Started: Oct 19 2015, 12:42 AM (88 Views)
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Rachel Foxx vs. Alexis Quinne
Rachel Foxx is coming off a hard fought battle with Rachel Foxx. Alexis Quinne found her title hopes dashed thanks to some demons from her past. These two will now clash, but the focus may be more on what mood these two are in given that both are known to be quick tempered and both have some significant issues in their lives that they are looking to resolve on their terms.



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Rachel Foxx
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Why am I here?

I’m not talking about that stupid existential “why are we all on this planet’ bullshit; I’ve come to peace long ago about the meaning of life. Humanity is a mistake, a parasite infecting an innocent host. What is the true meaning of life...it’s that there is no meaning. There is no secret, no higher power, no afterlife, no rhyme or reason to any of this. No, I’ve come to peace with the meaningless of it all; I mean, why am I HERE!!

There are some things people shouldn’t know, some questions that just shouldn’t be answered. Once Pandora’s Box has been opened, there is no closing it, you are forced to forever live with the horrors that were once trapped inside.

If you were going to die tomorrow, would you want to know? If tomorrow was your last day on this earth, and there was nothing you could do to change your fate, would you want to see it coming or would you want to be surprised? If you were going to lose EVERYTHING you hold dear, would you want to watch it happen, or is being caught off guard somehow better?

This is my dilema.

No, I’m not going to die tomorrow...as far as I know...but there is a dark cloud forming on the horizon. I see it forming, I know it’s coming...it is possible to prolong the prior calm, to delay the inevitable; but, in the end, it is just that...inevitable. You can run, you can hide, but the storm will always be behind you, bearing down on me.

So, here I am, face to face with Pandora’s Box, wondering if I should open it. Do I want to know what’s inside? Do I want to know what will happen to me? My mind is screaming for me to walk away, and yet my body refuses to move. My feet remain planted, I can’t bring myself to get up from this chair. I am frozen.

My palms sweat a bit as my hands squeeze, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can almost hear it. I am so caught in my own head, I don’t hear her as she approaches. Her words are muffled at first. It takes everything I have to finally look up at her as my face screws itself up in confusion. To her credit, she seems understanding. Most people in her position would roll their eyes, or just continue on about their day, but she seems a bit concerned. There is a pause before she bends over a bit and repeats herself.

WOMAN: “He’s ready to see you now, Mrs. Frost.”

I look at her blankly, trying as hard as I can to muster some kind of emotional response, but I can feel my face remaining blank. This should be a happy moment, a micro-victory as this is one of the few times anyone has called me by my actual married name, but it goes uncelebrated. The concern on her face becomes more apparent as she puts her hand on my shoulder, a gesture that would normally end with her being severely mangled; but, today, I actually appreciate the warmth in her gesture. Even her words are soothing as she

WOMAN: “Are you alright, Mrs. Frost?”

RACHEL: “I...I’m...I just...this is…”

I pause and the hand on my shoulder moves as she rubs it lightly, smiling warmly at me.

WOMAN: “I understand completely. This can be a hard thing to deal with, I think that is true for anyone in your position. I wish there was something I could say to make this easier; but, I’ve found that everyone processes this differently.”

Another long pause. After a few moments, she smiles as my feet get under me and I stand up. She watches me for a few moments before starting to walk towards the door.

RACHEL: “Wait…”

She stops and turns to me with her normal cheery smile.

WOMAN: “Yes Mrs. Frost?”


RACHEL: “How...how...is….he?”

My eyes dart around the room before coming to rest on hers. I know the smile is probably forced. a facade she is forced to wear 8-12 hours a day; and yet, I find comfort in it. She clearly notices the rare moment of vulnerability, but she doesn’t seem phased by it.

WOMAN: “He’s doing well. On the whole, he is still extremely lucid, though there are details he seems to be forgetting. This should be like having a normal conversation with him, but do not be surprised if he forgets a few things or crosses a few wires. All in all though, we are surprised by how well he’s doing.”

He’s doing well. Those words are a small comfort to me, but they still imply doom as they are always followed by “for now.” I sigh, forcing a smile which to the most oblivious observer can not possibly look even the least bit genuine. She tilts her head to the side a bit, like a happy little puppy as she speaks again.

WOMAN: “Anything else i can do for you Mrs. Frost.”

RACHEL: “Rachel...call me Rachel.”

She smiles a genuine smile and quickly says.

WOMAN: “Is there anything else I can do for you, Rachel?”

I shake my head and she quickly exits the room. I take a few moments to compose myself as I finally take time to admire the beautifully decorated sitting room I am in. The decorations and furniture in the room cost more than most people’s houses and have been imported from all over the world. I smile a little as I take it all in, realizing just how similar our tastes are before finally bringing myself to move, slowly walking to the other side of the room, though the door into the study. I smile as I enter and find him sitting behind his desk, phone to ear, wheeling and dealing as he always does. He smiles as he looks up and sees me, waving and directing me to a seat opposite him. I sit down and take a few moments to admire the decorating job he’s done in here, so many personal trophies adorning the wall; animal heads, pictures of himself with famous people or just having finished some monumental endeavor like climbing a mountain. He i much younger in those pictures of course and he bears a striking resemblance to me, something I’ve never really seen before.

RICHARD: “Look, I’ve got to go, something far more important has come up. You call me back when you’re ready to get serious!!!!”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he slams the phone, immediately smiling as he turns his attention to me.

RICHARD: “Well, there’s my little girl!!!”

He beams with pride.

RACHEL: “Hi Richard.”

He scoffs and feigns injury.

RICHARD: “Richard? RICHARD? What happened to daddy? Dad?”

I just laugh. It’s a forced laugh, but he just smiles.

RACHEL: “How are you doing?”

RICHARD: “Well, my back’s a little sore. Been sleeping like shit lately, I think I might need to replace my mattress. Other than that, I feel great. I can’t tell you how excited I was to hear that my little girl was coming to visit.”

I’ve always found it funny how, after a lifetime of watching me being raised by another man, then abused by my alcoholic, gold digging mother without any small amount of intervention, he still has the gall to drop the whole “my little girl” schtick on me. To be fair, it was that life that made me more like him then he ever could; probably the reason he allowed it all. But, according to himself, and his own personal records, he has been watching me my entire life, dreaming about having some kind of relationship with his daughter. And, had he saved me from my misery, what’s to say I wouldn’t have ended up like my self-righteous brother? How long has he fought for faith and virtue, only to watch everything crumble around him. He lost his wife, lost his daughter. For the longest time he spent all of his time pining for them. Sure, he has that little blonde thing he carries on with now a days, they try to keep it quiet, but I like to keep tabs on the people around me. But still, the whole “Superman” complex he carries with him, as if he must single-handedly save the entire world by himself...that must be wearing on him. Add sobriety on top of that, and you have a boring life. I’d rather kill myself than be forced to live one day in his shoes. Richard saved me from that.

I raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles.

RICHARD: “But...I’m guessing that’s not what you’re asking about.”

His smile fades a bit as he looks down at his desk and sighs.

RICHARD: “I don’t know...it’s hard to tell how it’s all progressing. They tell me I’m doing fine but…”

My arms move as if they have a mind of their own, stretching across the desk and offering my hands to him. He hesitates for a moment, then smiles at me as he places his hands in mine. We sit in silence for a few moments before I finally gather the courage to speak.

RACHEL: “Can I ask you a...question?”

He smiles at me.

RICHARD: “Of course you can. You know I have nothing to hide from you. Ask away.”

I take a deep breath, my eyes falling to the desk as I try to muster the courage to just come out and ask the question on my mind. A few more deep breaths, and the words finally come out.

RACHEL: “How...how does it…”

I take another deep breath.

RACHEL: “...feel?”

He stifle a chuckle, though he isn’t smiling as he is deep in thought. His hands squeeze mine as we sit in silence for what feels like an eternity, with me waiting anxiously for his answer. After a few moments, he speaks.

RICHARD: “It feels…”

He furrows his brow a bit.

RICHARD: “It feels...I don’t know.”

He looks into my eyes and sees the disappointment I’m trying so hard to hide from him.

RICHARD: “I know you’re looking for a straightforward answer, and I truly wish I had one for you. The truth is, it feels like…”

He furrows his brow again, then continues.

RICHARD: “It feels like nothing. I mean, everyone keeps telling me that my mind is slipping, and that someday I won’t even be able to recognize my own children…”

He smiles at me

RICHARD: “Though I doubt I could ever forget that face.”

He chuckles, and I oblige him with a forced smile.

RICHARD: “The truth is...it feels like nothing. I mean, I feel like me, like I’ve always felt. It feels like there’s nothing wrong and yet, I’m constantly being corrected about the most stupid little details!! I mean, your mother...Jennifer? No, that’s not it...Justine?...Jamie?”

RACHEL: “Jessica”

He suddenly snaps as it comes to mind.

RICHARD: “JESSICA!!! See...though I doubt I would have remembered that one anyways. Other than you, there isn’t much that sad woman has done right in her life.”

I chuckle slightly. Even as his mind is going, he has managed to hold on to his ability to be charming when he wants to be. He laughs a bit before continuing.

RICHARD: “Honestly though, I wish I had a better answer. It doesn’t really feel like I’m losing my mind until someone has to tell me what my dog’s name is, or remind me of where I went to high school. Those little moments where you have to be reminded about your own life...those are the moments where I feel like a prisoner to this fucking condition!!”

He slams his fist on the desk, then his eyes suddenly go wide as he catches himself.

RICHARD: “I’m sorry sweetie, I know you don’t like the swearing.”

He has been trying to refrain from swearing when I’m around, though I’m not exactly sure how it started. He always seems to go above and beyond to make sure I am happy, and as much as it a bit weird, I really enjoy it. He looks at me the way Jonas did, a feeling I’ve craved since the day he died. I push a smile across my face.

RACHEL: “It’s okay. Is there anything I can do for you?”


Richard chuckles as he shakes his head.

RICHARD: “That’s the worst part. Everyone talks to me like a lost child or a puppy. They are constantly checking up on me, no matter where I go like I’ve already lost it.”

He hesitates, then a smile creeps across his face as he leans forward a little bit.

RICHARD: “That nurse isn’t bad though, huh?”

He moves to air nudge me, then suddenly seems to remember I’m a woman and kind of backs off. I pause for a moment then add.

RACHEL: “She’s not bad. Not enough junk in the trunk for my taste, but she has a great face and decent everything else.”

He is surprised and we both share a genuine laugh for the first time. After a few moments though, his face turns serious.

RICHARD: “If I may ask YOU a possibly personal question, why are you so worried about me?”

RACHEL: “I...I don’t know.”

RICHARD: “You’re worried that it may have been passed to you?”

I sigh, then force a smile again.

RACHEL: “No, I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay.”

I lie, and I can tell he doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t want to press the issue. It isn’t very often people come to visit him who aren’t paid to be there, the product of a lifetime of cutthroat business. His philosophy in life, which he has told me more than a handful of times: “You can either make money or you can make friends.” He’s also, though he won’t admit it, afraid that he might scare me off if he pries too deeply. He won’t of course, I find it comforting to spend time with someone so like myself. He squints a bit as he stares at me, then a smile creeps across his face.

RICHARD: “Well, it’s a good thing you came by today, I have a business proposition for you.”

RACHEL: “For me?”

He leans back in his chair as he opens the drawer of his desk and pulls out a wooden box. He opens the box and pulls a cigar, cutter and lighter out. He takes his time as he cuts the tip, and places it in his mouth before sparking the lighter and rolling the cigar in the flame as he inhales deeply. He pauses for a moment, then exhales with an audible “ahhhhhh.” He is mid inhale when he remembers I am sitting there.

RICHARD: “I’m so sorry, how rude of me!!!”

He fumbles for a moment then holds the box out.

RICHARD: “Would you like one? They’re real Cubans.”

I smile as I politely decline.

RICHARD: “I will never understand you. You smoke cigarettes, because you like them, but you refuse to smoke cigars.”

RACHEL: “Have you been checking up on me again?”

RICHARD: “Are we pretending that you haven’t been checking up on me?”

RACHEL: “Touche! So, this business proposition you have for me?”

RICHARD: “Well, you know that I built my fortune in shipping.”

I nod

RICHARD: “That shipping company is my pride and joy.”

RACHEL: “And you want to offer me a discount on shipping? That’s sweet, but I’ve already got guys for that.”

RICHARD: “Funny...but what if I told you, you could save a fortune on shipping by having your own in-house shipping company?”

RACHEL: “I’d ask you what the catch was.”

Richard laughs as he leans back in the chair again, taking a long inhale from his cigar and blowing it up towards the ceiling.

RICHARD: “No catch…”

He sighs as his eyes scan the room, I can tell he’s fighting back emotion. Funny, how even sociopaths can feel. I stifle a chuckle. His eyes keep scanning the room for a few moments before words start flowing again.

RICHARD: “I don’t know...how long I have...left”

The last word is almost mumbled.

RICHARD: “The doctors...they have been quite unable to give me a proper timeline on how this is all going to progress. The only certainty is that, at some point...I will not be able to function in my current capacity. There has already been talk among the board of voting me out. Currently, they don’t have enough votes, it’s just talk; but, we all know there is a ticking time bomb in my head, and I want to make sure my company is taken care of before it goes off.”

I lean back in my seat, kicking my feet up in the desk as I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and pull a small tin box. They are the same brand of cigarillos my husband smokes. I pull one from the tin and place it between my lips as I snap the box shut and place it back in my pocket. Richard is quick to lean forward and offer me a light, but I wave him off as I produce my own from my pocket. This time it is I who lights my cigar and take a long inhale. holding it in a few moments before exhaling.

RICHARD: “I will never understand you”

He says it with a smile, and I just shrug.

RACHEL: “Kirian turned me on to these.”

He lets out a short chuckle, before the room descends into silence again. We both take a long inhale before Richard pushes into the serious again.

RICHARD: Look, like I said...I want to make sure my baby is taken care of before I’m not able to take care of it myself. The board members keep offering possible replacements, but I don’t like the thought of some random jag off taking over the company I built with my own two hands and a single moving truck. I want to keep it in the family.”

My brow scrunches a bit as I wait for the impending request.

RACHEL: “What are you saying?”

Richard leans back in his chair now, kicking his feet up as it is I who is sitting up straight now. He takes a long inhale, blowing it towards the ceiling.

RICHARD: “I want you to take over my shipping company.”

RACHEL: “Me?”

RICHARD: “Oh come on, who the hell else would I choose?”

RACHEL: “Simon”

He chuckles, not even bothering to stifle it.

RICHARD: “Dudley Doright? Really? That boy has the business sense of a child, and the self-righteousness of a complete moron. He still believes the world is a genuinely good place that he can save. Besides, he’s more interested in spending time with that little blonde girl he’s been trying not very hard to hide from the world.”

RACHEL: “Cailey? She seems nice. A far cry better than her sister.”

RICHARD: “If you say so. The point is, if I turn the company over to your brother, he’ll either run it into the ground, or sell it off. You are the only one with any real business sense, who understands the cutthroat business world. You aren’t afraid to make the tough choices, and that is why I want you.”

I want to scream. My mind is scattered, my thoughts have become an indecipherable whirlwind lately. My hold on sanity is tenuous at best. I fear that I might lose it before he does, but I can’t bring myself to say any of that. I manage to hold it all together, taking a long drag from my cigarillo as I clench my teeth before speaking in a calm tone.

RACHEL: “You realize that if I take control of your shipping company, it will become a subsidiary of Foxx-Frost Industries, right?

He smiles

RICHARD: “Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. But, I also believe you know the value of an established name brand. Sure, my company will be a Foxx-Frost subsidiary, but it will still be the company I built, with the same name and the same spirit.”

I sigh, taking one last drag of my cigarillo before putting it out. I rub my temples as I take a deep breath.

RACHEL: “Can I have a week to think about it?”

RICHARD: “What is there to think about? “

His tone is harsh, and he suddenly catches himself. I’m not scared, but the guilt still spreads over his face as he reigns it in.

RICHARD: “I’m sorry princess. I’m just...I...look, take all the time you need. The next board meeting isn’t until the middle of next month, I’m hoping you will have an answer by then?”

RACHEL: “And if I don’t, will you consider offering the job to Simon.”

Richard breaks out laughing. I force a chuckle as I stand up.

RICHARD: “Look at that, you’re even funnier than your sad sack brother.”

He stands up and makes his way around the desk, wrapping me in a big hug. I just stand there for a few moments before putting my arms around him. He holds on tight for about a minute before letting me go.

RICHARD: “This was nice!!! I really like it when you stop by Princess. Perhaps next time you can bring Angel with you.”

I am walking towards the door, but I freeze.

RACHEL: “Who?

RICHARD: “Angel...your daughter. You know I enjoy spending time with that little...angel...pardon the pun. Why not bring her with you next time.”

Every fiber of my being screams for me to correct him. It’s not that I have a problem with my brother or his daughter; but, she isn’t Karsten. My son is so much better than she is; and yet, I remain quiet. I force a smile as I turn to him.

RACHEL: “I’ll make sure I do that.”

RICHARD: “I can’t wait!!”

He sits back down at his desk, picking up the phone and dialing as I slowly walk out of the study. I begin walking towards the door but the nurse catches me.

NURSE: “So, how did it go?”

I sigh as I rub the bridge of my nose then force a smile again.

RACHEL: “It was great. Good to see him doing so well.”

She shakes her head a bit.

NURSE: “How’d it REALLY go?”

I sigh again as I drop the forced smile.

RACHEL: “He confused my son with my brother’s daughter. Other than that…”

She smiles warmly at me as she waits.

RACHEL: “He asked me to take over his business.”

NURSE: “Of course he did. Your father speaks so highly of you. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in this world he trusts, and more than that, he LIKES you. Not many people are that fortunate.”

I just shake my head as I make my way to the front door.

NURSE: “Your brother will be happy to hear you came to visit.”

I stop

RACHEL: “My brother?”

NURSE: “Yeah, he comes to visit every now and then. I don’t understand it though, Richard always ends up berating him and calling him a failure. And yet, he keeps coming back. I’ll let him know you were here.”

I turn to her, lifting the hood of my zip-up over my head.

RACHEL: “No. You never tell Simon I was here, got it?”

Her smile fades as she nods. And with that, I make my way out the door.

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FROM THE BLOG OF RACHEL FOXX-FROST:

Are you kidding me?

For the last few months I have asked for one fucking thing. While most of these moronic sheep beg for undeserved title shots and main event bookings, unsure of what it is they REALLY want, I have made only one, unchanging request to the powers that be in this pathetic little company:

GIVE

ME

DAISY

LEE!!!!

That’s all I want, all I’ve been asking for. All I have demanded since the very first moment little Miss Overdramatics decided to put my son in danger.

K.R.F.F.

These letters mean EVERYTHING!!!

I will kill for him,

I will die for him!!!

All I have asked for is what I so undeniably deserve, one chance to step into the ring and face her, one-on-one!!

Now, I have been patient, as the top brass of SCW have jerked me around and seen fit to throw me everything but what I have been asking for. And the time they allow me into a ring with Daisy, it is in a fourway match!!!

Seriously, did you think that would appease me? Did you really believe that because you dangled another one of your worthless little brass rings in front of me, I’d overlook the fact that you once again failed to give me the one thing I’ve been asking for?

How long will you sit idle as Blood Grove runs roughshod over your product? How long will you sit behind your desk like the ball-less, impotent little boy that you are, allowing the inmates to dictate how the prison is run. Is it really any wonder that people are banding together to get what they want. There are those who do not agree with the way Monarchy does business; but, you cannot argue with the fact that they get results. And I for one, applaud them. When the system is broken, you do whatever you have to do to stand out, whatever you have to do to reach the top.

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

And when the cat is an impotent little manchild, you must take what you want.

Isn’t that the lesson we’ve all learned from Monarchy? Nobody in this world is looking out for you. There is no god, there is no one up high who has your best interest at heart. If you want something, it is up to you to take it?

For months now, I have given my blood and sweat to this company in pints. Night after night I have stood and watched my own blood swirl hypnotically down my shower drain, a sight so common it has become almost therapeutic. I have gone all in, week after week after week, and each time I have come up short.

Well, I’m done losing.

If the house is so set on stacking the deck against me, perhaps it’s time I burn the house to the ground!!

It would be easy for them to give me what I want...it would be nothing more than the flick of an eraser and a few swipes of a pencil to give me what I want RIGHT NOW!!

Selena (I refuse to acknowledge her last name, she is NOT a Frost!!) has made nothing but enemies in this business. She does not deserve yet another chance at a title, spoonfed to her on a regular basis until she somehow lucks back into a title reign. She deserves to be flayed, drawn and quartered. Can’t find a suitable replacement opponent for her? Throw a rock in literally ANY direction, and you will hit a competitor who would be more than willing to make sure she leaves Denver with a severe spinal injury.

Give me Daisy!!

Lock me in a cage with her, fill it with weapons, remove even the hint of a set of rules!!

Let me do what I have come here to do. Sure, people will say they are against a public execution, but I promise you it will be the most watched match on your pathetic little show, since that is all you care about. You could give a fuck about what we want as you bow down at the altar of Nielsen and fellate the ratings gods.

You want ratings? I’ll give you fucking ratings when I kill Daisy and her “daughters” live on national TV!!

But no, here I am, set to go one on one with Alexis Quinne...yet again!! I am set to face a woman who seems more worried about the group of misfit toys she is trying to establish in IWC’s developmental territory than anything else. That’s right, I am being forced to face a woman I have beaten before, in a match that means absolutely nothing!!

I have been buried in the middle of the card, given a match at the last minute in the hopes it will placate me.

Well...I am not placated.

You want me to face Alexis? FINE!!! I will participate in this little farce of yours, but I will break your little toy in the process.

Starting this week, I will send each and every one of the little distractions you put in front of me home in an ambulance. I will break each and every one of your toys until you give me me what I want.

How many of your loyal employees are you willing to sacrifice to me? How many of your toy soldiers will I have to break before you realize that I am not kidding? How much of the house you built with your own two hands will I have to burn down before you realize this is not a game? Will you let them all fall to me? Will you willingly sacrifice each and every one of them to deny me this one simple request? Will I have to come after you personally, O.?

I will remind you of this one more time before I make an example of poor little Alexis…

GIVE

ME

DAISY

LEE!!!

Every time you fail to meet my demand...blood will be shed…

Bodies will be broken…

Another toy soldier goes home on a stretcher!!
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Note: This takes place after the last CD. Continuing on with the current arc after Apocalypse. Was a struggle to get this up because my mind was focused on other things(i.e. my late mother's 50th birthday) but hey, here it is. Good luck Rachel ad Enjoy!


ALEXIS QUINNE PRESENTS.......

QUINNESTINAL DREAMS: REDUX EDITION


SESSION THREE
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SCENE ONE

SETTING: A set of Railroad tracks in San Francisco, California
DATE: Wednesday, September 8th, 2015
TIME FRAME: 7:30 P.M.

[Three morning and two nights had now passed since Sunday yet the feeling of loss was still fresh. For every high expectation, for either limitless ceiling, there was an equally harsh floor. One no one wants to crash face first. For Alexis Quinne, she found herself realizing how fast one could come from the top of the mountain and stumble all the way to the bottom in a mere three seconds. The Women's Championship, the item that she cherished most in her career and arguably her life. was now gone. In the hands of a woman she deeply loathed in Dawn Lohan. What made matters worse was that Dawn went on to then win the World Heavyweight Championship, shocking the world in the process.

It was a double whammy for Alexis. Not only did she lose his title, but she allowed someone that she hated to go on and have the best moment of their life. A moment she had planned to be hers and PUNK HAZARD. By winning the World Title, she already had plans to merge it with her Women's Championship, thus rendering the World title useless and then giving it to Rudo as a trophy or her conquest. It was suppose to be the ultimate event that would forever define her. Something she could hang her hat on and could never been ignored or taken away. She was on the cusp of making history and instead, someone else did to her expense.

For the first time in a long time, Alexis was exposed to being the one thing she fought against in every facet of life. In the record books, it will always say that Dawn Lohan beat her for the Women's Championship; the one she expected to hold until the end of days. Most importantly, it would be remembered as the time Alexis lost. That was the key. And like always, that was the essence to life. There was no shades of grey, no middle grounds, no exceptions. You're either a winner or a loser. And right now, Alexis was perceived to be a loser.

Or at least that's what she thought.

Scrolling through message boards and forums and seeing post from people commenting about how happy they were that Alexis no longer held the championship both on her phone and on her laptop only angered Alexis. She knew people were anticipating her downfall however that didn't stop her from seething as the days went on. She's had almost three days to allow everything to soak in and with more clarity of the situation she was in, the more painful the loss became. This was the hardest loss Alexis had to swallow in her life. She had elevated herself into a rising star in the wrestling business. She was finally beginning to gain media attention for her skills, whether that came in the form of being the guest at local clubs, doing morning media blitz representing SCW, getting VIP at Comic-Con, meeting Steph Curry and her hometown team Golden State Warriors. And the unit that had became apart of her identity PUNK HAZARD in general were moving upward as a group and as individuals and they had a deal set in principle to plant roots for a second unit/sister unit in Cartel Nxt Gen. She had spent all of her life wanting to gain all the material accolades that would make her feel significant that she didn't even consider the harsh reality of failing. It was like getting drunk and then waking up the next day with a massive hangover.

Unfortunately, that "hangover" had lasted for now half the week. Even now, as she stood inside a signal bridge above a set of train tracks, staring off into the sunset, the failed opportunity that was Apocalypse was still stewing in her mind. Imagining Dawn Lohan's celebration with both Alexis' beloved Women's title and the World Heavyweight Championship was making Alexis nauseous. That was suppose to be her. Now she was standing on top of here wondering what went wrong. She wasn't along up here as standing right next to her was El Rudo; with a black and yellow hoodie and black baggy pants hugging his frame. Before climbing up here, Alexis attempted to let out some steam regarding the events of last weekend by spray painting multiple areas of nearby buildings. She didn't have a particular design in mind. The main objective was to let the anger out. It didn't work, hopefully, but it did kill time before Alexis and Rudo went on to attend a local wrestling show starting around 8:00 P.M.The two would embark in their first "recruiting mission" in hopes of filling out the roster for Black Saboady Parade; the sister unit that would signal a new beginning for PUNK HAZARD and for Alexis as a professional wrestler.]

El Rudo: "Lext...you ok?"[Alexis doesn't turn her head to face El Rudo. She instead continues to stare into the sunset, placing her hands on the rails. She glances down briefly before she adjust the hood of her black and green PUNK HAZARD hoodie.]

Alexis[candidly]: "No. Not really."[Alexis' words were lacking the recent braggadocios tone it had possessed recently. It was a rare moment. One Alexis would normally try to conceal in front of the world. She couldn't allow herself to look vulnerable in front of everyone. Being vulnerable now meant an opening for people to attack her physically, mentally and emotionally. However, El Rudo was her friend, her ally and so she could be brutally honest with him; even if honestly entailed revealing how bruised her ego was at the moment.]

El Rudo: "We have to go soon. Show's going to start."

Alexis: "It's not going anywhere. Even if we don't make it in time they'll let us in."[Alexis began replaying the string of events that occurred three nights ago again. Everything back to the match with Dawn, her gameplan going in as a result of studying Dawn. Her and Rudo had seemingly figured out all of her nuances and all of her tricks. The more she thinks about the amount of effort she put into making sure she was prepared for Dawn, the more mystified she became. How did she lose when there was everything to gain? And to cap it off, what transpired as she was walking to the back, title less, felt just as devastating and demoralizing.]


(FLASHBACK)

SETTING: Apocalypse 2015 on Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
DATE: Sunday, September 6th, 2015
TIME FRAME: 8:45 P.M.

[Alexis recalled being assisted through the curtains minutes after losing the Women's Championship by El Rudo and Grundy. There was apart of Alexis that was still groggy after taking Dawn Lohan's New Dawn finisher that took the wind from under Alexis' sails. It left Alexis grasping for air momentarily before she came back into. At the moment however, she was wore out from the battle and the loss made it feel as if she was in a heavyweight boxing fight and was knocked out. Essentially, that is what happened. She was knocked out and lost her title. And now her night was over while she would watch others continue on to the main event.

Alexis found both of her arms dragged around the necks of El Rudo and Grundy while Dante simply walked behind them. No one said a word to each other because they understood the gravity of the situation for Alexis. One being that she wasn't truly 100% conscious and two, she had just lost her pride and joy. She was no longer one of he six wrestlers to hold a championship. By the end of the night, Alexis Quinne's nameplate on the championship would be taken out and in its place would be Dawn's. In the process, Dawn would eventually rid the Women's title of the green spray paint that simply said "LEXI" on top; Alexis' way of staking what was hers. Now it was no longer hers.

Grundy soon grabbed Alexis and placed her on his shoulders stomach first, reliving EL Rudo of his duties. The PPV was still in full swing, which meant multiple staff members running around working on the production of the show so there would be no hiccups. Alexis sprawled on top of Grundy, letting her arms dangle downward as Grundy carried her. The floor kept moving and spinning as a result of Alexis looking down. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. Most importantly, Grundy stopped. This was followed by hearing El Rudo mouth off something in his native language and while Alexis didn't understand exactly what he said, the tone of his voice suggested it wasn't pleasant.]

Alexis[weakly]: "The hell is going on?"[Alexis repeatedly tapped the back of Grundy, signaling for him to place her back onto the ground. She feels Grundy slowly doing so until her two feet were planted on the ground. Instantly, Alexis clutched her mid-section and winced in pain as she used the board shoulders of Grundy to stand on her feet. It was this moment where she turned her attention to what made everyone stop in their tracks. Standing by the water fountain that was located a few feet from PUNK HAZARD's lockeroom for the night was the last person Alexis wanted to see; Christy Matthews. She wasn't looking for her or vice versa. It was just an example of the cruel fate Alexis was facing with tonight. As if anything less could go wrong, when Alexis locked eyes with her occasional rival this year, she felt dread overcome her heart. She knew where this was heading.]

Christy[with a smug expression]: "How it's going champ?"{The way Christy said champ, was in a way that would leave no doubt that she was mocking Alexis. After spending half of the year trying to eliminate Christy from the Women's title picture, taunting her for her missuses both then and when she won the title, Christy was reveling in this moment. The tables were reversed and while Christy herself was unsuccessful in the Women's Battle Royal tonight, she knew how much the Women's Championship boosted Alexis' ego. She saw it first hand last week when Alexis flew to Los Angeles just to confront her at a local gym, offering her unit membership in PUNK HAZARD. She had seen it all year.]

Alexis: "Go away."[Alexis heard Christy chuckle to herself.]

Christy: Oh what's that? Ms Big Deal doesn't want to be bothered after her display of how great she is out there? Is that what I'm hearing?"

El Rudo: "Hey, stop. Go away"

Christy: "But I want to talk to the champ. I'm sure you guys have heard by now but Alexis here is a big deal. I mean it would be hard not to know. She tells EVERYBODY"

Alexis: "Leave me alone."[Alexis' words shown that Christy' mockery of her was starting to make her upset. In the moment where she was most vulnerable, she just so happened to the woman that she had previously acted as if she was beneath her. As if she needed her. When she confronted Christy earlier in the week, it was at the height of her title reign; the peak of her narcissism. Now she was experiencing the crash. The falling down to Earth and Christy just managed to be at the right place at the right time to witness it. She wasn;t finished paying back Alexis in full. El Rudo also started to become animated but Dante quickly restrained him.]

Christy: "What's wrong? Am I bothering you like you bothered me last week? I'm sure she told you guys by now but yo're little friend here thought it would be a good idea to show up at the gym and tried to invite me to your little group. I had to listen to her throws stones at my failures, talk about all the times I fucked up to use exact words. The way you were talking, you would have thought you were Mother Thersea."

Alexis[growing angrier]: "Shut up."

Christy: "And you went on and on and on about how i needed your help? ME needing YOUR help? Let me remind you of something kid. I was your favorite wrestler growing up right? I was the one that you idolized the most if I remember hearing you correctly.That means you grew up watching me battle the best in this company and beating them. You saw me win the World Title, you saw me main event Rise to Greatness. All these things you and your friends are trying to do? All the shit you're trying to pull off? I've been there. I've done that. All the things you dream about becoming in this business I've lived it. I've accomplished everything you want to be and you saw me do it from your TV screen.'[Christy steps forward, staring at Alexis in the face.] "You may think I'm not relevant but guess what? When I'm done wrestling, I'll leave a legacy behind. They'll remember what I accomplished in this company. Truth be told Alexis, no one would remember you if you did the same. You would be forgotten within seconds."

Alexis[angered]: "Shut up and leave me alone!"[Alexis looks up for the first time and stares right into the face of Christy. Christy doesn't back down or flinch at the sight of Alexis visibly seething. When Alexis was ridiculing Christy throughout this year, she didn't view her as her favorite wrestler. Sixteen year old Alexis Quinne would have been starstruck. Even twenty one year old Alexis Quinne, fresh out of signing her contract to SCW two years ago, would have put Christy on that pedestal. Along the way to this very moment, from watching at home, rooting her on to joining SCW to now fighting against her on a constant basics, Alexis had realized something. She immediately recalled a verse on a Drake song when he was referring to the fact that his idols had became his rivals once they found out he had the skills to succeed. Alexis had gone from being a fan to now actually being one of those people in Christy's way; the same type of people she used to root against. The way Christy was verbally attacking Alexis, it put everything in perspective. For the first time in a long time, she didn't see Christy as a rival or an opponent. She saw her for what she was back then; her favorite wrestler. Her wrestling hero. And right now, her wrestling hero was stripping down her ego and bravado with every word.]

Christy: "I've seen people like you come and go. You're all the same. You want the titles so you can shove it in people's faces. You want the fame and the glory as soon as possible and when you flame out, you do this. You get angry, you throw a temper tantrum and you give up."

Alexis: "Who are you to talk shit about me? I beat you and Autumn at Rise to Greatness. I've been killing it all year while you're getting eliminated in stupid Battle Royals to Autumn. I've been kicking her ass this year and you can't even attack her without wearing a mask. I have enough guts to look her in the eye and fight her. You couldn't even show your face but you're talking shit about ME?! You could't even FUCKING throw her over the top rope tonight! I beat her in the middle of the ring and took everything from her. I beat you on the biggest show of the year."[Christy takes another step, her face now directly in front of Alexis, who is still using Grundy's shoulders as support.]

Christy: "And like I said, i have a resume. I could walk tomorrow and it'll stand over yours. Just like Autumn. You're right, she eliminated me tonight. Perhaps I had that coming to me. But answer this for me, how does it feel knowing that she's going to last longer than you?[The question immediately got a reaction from Alexis, prompting Grundy to push her back.] "Sure, her and I have had our disagreements and she hasn't returned any of my calls. That doesn't change the fact that for one year and a month she carried that Women's Championship; your baby, beating everyone in her way. She held that title for a full calendar year. No one in this company has ever done that. Look at what she's accomplished Alexis. Look at who she's beaten. You've pinned her a few times but has that stopped her? No it hasn't. She's going to last longer in this business than you."

Alexis[angered} "Over my dead body."[Christy laughs and that only incenses Alexis. She breaks out of Grundy's grip and stares face to face with Christy yet again. The pain she was feeling in her mid-section was fading as a recent surge of adrenaline flowed through her veins.]

Christy: "You don't get it. I'm not surprised. Autumn doesn't need all the gimmicks you use to be relevant. She's made her mark with her own two hands. That's why she's going to last. it's about longevity. You know why David Helms is getting this big send off tour? Because, like me, he's outlasted everyone else and he's won because of that. The true great ones in this business preserve , not crumble when they lose. They don't talk about how it was the worst moment of their life and whine and complain about everyone being against them. That's what you've done even since Autumn beat you at Perfect Destruction. That's why you care about winning so much. Because you don't want everyone to find out what you really think about yourself all these years."

Alexis[angry]: "I don't need a fucking lecture about what you think about me."

Christy[ignoring Alexis' last comment]: "You don't want to become insignificant because everyone's always thought of you as just that. You're so desperate for attention that without it, you feel like you're worthless.'

Alexis: "You don't know shit about me!"

Christy: "That's why you turned on your friend to start this group. That's why you came into that gym and you taunted me and made fun of me and offered me a spot in this little clique. You need to feel like I, and everyone else, needs you in some way.Because deep down, you know if you were to disappear tomorrow, no one would remember you. And that's all you really care about right? It's a shame that such a talented kid like yourself Alexis, someone who could become so great, can't even grow up to see it. It's sad. [Out of rage, Alexis shoves Christy back a few feet. El Rudo tries to pull back Alexis but she slaps his hands away. She does the same to Grundy. Christy doesn't respond angrily. She merely looks on, unphased.}

Alexis: "You don't know SHIT about me or about us[points to PUNK HAZARD.] "Everyone likes to tell us what we can and can't be. They all think they're hot shit or something yet they give us shade. They told us we couldn't have all these things people have because of who we are. They said Rudo couldn't wrestle. They said Grundy couldn't live a normal life. They put him in the Sanatorium. They told him he was crazy. Just like they told me I wouldn't become shit! A[Alexis then walks up and grabs the collar of Christy's black hoodie, to which Christy quickly shoves her off. Alexis continues to grab about it and she continues to be thawed off.] "That's why I can't lose. When either one of us lose, everyone wins. Everyone's happy and all smiles. That can't happen. I can't let Autumn become better than me. i can't let Dawn Lohan become better than me. We can't let anyone be higher than us. We can't lose. ll four of us Christy, we want everything Christy. I want everything people want so I can take it away from them. We want to take it all from them and leave them with NOTHING. We want people to regret every word they've said about us. We want everyone to be miserable as we TAKE everything everyone has even dreamed of for ourselves. So if that means I have to every bone in my body to make sure that PUNK HAZARD accomplishes our goal, then it'll be worth it."

[Alexis soon collapses to the ground, holding her rib cage. The pain inflicted by the New Dawn was creeping up again. El Rudo quickly picked her up and Grundy then placed her on his shoulders once again. Christy crosses her arms.]

Christy: "You have conviction. I'll give you that. That doesn't change anything that I said. And that doesn't change the fact that tonight you wasn't good enough. like I said, it's about longevity. Throwing tantrums after losses won't change a thing if you can't handle accepting them. You can keep chipping away at me and my shortcomings, but I'm able to bounce back, not dwell on them. How can you plan on doing what you say you want to do when you can even't handle a loss? It's funny how last week you strutted into that gym with your chest puffed up. You were high and mighty then weren't you? Where's that bravado now? Ask yourself this, why exactly does this keep happening to you? When you find out or if you brave enough to find out for yourself, the maybe you'll stop being a little girl."[Christy goes to speak but instead she stops herself and slowly walks away. As she does, Alexis mouths off a few curse words towards her direction. El Rudo continues to tell Alexis to calm down but to no avail.]

(FLASHBACK)


Back to Present Day

[There were few times where Alexis found herself humbled. The fact that her teenage hero Christy Matthews, was the one that put her in check was a morale killer. She had thought she had elevated to a point where she was truly better than people. Christy Matthews effectively put Alexis in her place and it left Alexis with a lot of questions. What did she mean when she asked Alexis to examine why losing big matches drained her emotionally. Wasn't it obvious? Wins and losses are the only thing that mattered. Right? Or perhaps she meant something more. But what exactly? Christy' words suddenly plunged Alexis into self doubt. Did she really think Autumn Valentine was more equipped to last longer in professional wrestling than her?

This added into what was already a growing list of comments that Alexis had either heard or seen in the last few days. Dawn Loahn had even said it herself. Alexis Quinne wasn't prepared to last in this business. Alexis wanted to push these thoughts to the farthest region of her mind and she was failing miserably at it. In the process, she allowed her subconscious to take control of her mind. Somehow, she began climbing up a ladder to the very top of the signal bridge. El Rudo was repeatedly trying to stop Alexis but she had blocked out his voice in her head. Once she got to the top, she stood on the grate, where she could see a beautiful view of Downtown San Francisco. She looked down below at the ground. About 100 feet in the air. She then gazed up at the sky, her thoughts racing through her mind.

Alexis[yelling]: "FUCK YOU ALL!"[Alexis screamed at the top of her lungs, seemingly out of instinct. El Rudo could see Alexis pant a bit shortly after, as if she had just ran a marathon. What it was, actually, was Alexis releasing the angst and the bitterness from within her. A portion of the hatred that had always been doormat in her soul was being exhaled, thus taking the burden of the last three days off her shoulders.

Alexis[still yelling]: "I'M STILL HERE CLUMPNUGGETS! AND I'M NEVER GOING AWAY SO YOU CAN ALL KISS MY ASS!"[At this moment, Alexis had regained control of her conscious and smirked after hearing her own echo. Everything looked so robust and massive from up top. She wondered was this how the view was being at the metaphorical top. She was hoping to find out soon and while she missed her opportunity at getting there Sunday, this right her re-aligned Alexis' true motivation for life.]

END SCENE
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[A camera pans open to see Alexis Quinne, by her lonesome, in a local hotel room in Denver. Sporting a black and green slim PUNK HAZARD hoodie, she does not greet the camera with a nice expression.]

Alexis: She keeps doing it...she keeps doing it...she keeps doing it. Every single show. It's almost as if someone's allowing her to do this. i mean really Mr. D, you need to ask yourself a question here/ if your security team can be so absolutely trash and let ONE person constantly jump over the guardrails and attack me while I'm wrestling than what does that say about you? Or, as I should say, the amount of money you're putting into your security team. Huh? HUH? Answer me this Mr. D?

[Alexis continues to glare at the camera.]

Alexis: Crissy Gardner just thinks whenever she wants to sneak attack me, she can because she KNOWS your security team is the drizzling shits. That's right. The drizzling shits and you should fire them. Or better yet, you should do what I've been BEGGING you to do for the last few weeks and that's use that famous pull that you got, work those puppet strings and make the right people dance to sign Crissy Gardner to a contract so she can legally step into a SCW ring once again so I can officially end her once and for all.

And really Crissy, why now huh? Why have you decided to come after me? Are you hating? I now you're hating. You see me win the Women's championship, you see me win at Rise to Greatness, you see me officially plant roots to Cartel Nxt Gen and you've decided since you can never get to my level that you would ruin EVERYTHING for me. That's like your purpose in life apparently. To ruin things because we all know your career is going SO well right now. You keep cheat shotting me and jumping me from behind and attacking me when I'm caught off guard and while that was annoying all in itself, the icing on the cake was what you did to me at Under Attack.

[Alexis' expression doesn't change.]

Alexis: You come into MY county, the Bay Area where I was born and raised. You come to my stepping grounds, my home turf and you screw me out of my rightful rematch for MY SCW Women's Championship. The same title you tried to win and failed. Like you do with EVERYTHING in your life. Autumn Valentine is walkig around here with the number one contendership to my baby and it's because of you Crissy. You're the reason she's going to get another chance at my baby when it should have been me. you're the reason she managed to come into my home area and walk away with a victory. You're the reason why she's happy and I've made it my mission to make sure Autumn Valentine is never happy. Attacking me from behind week after week after week is one thing. Coming into PUNK HAZARD area and screwing me over?

Now it's personal.

And maybe I should not even lace up my boots tomorrow and wrestle because all that's going to happen is that you're going to somehow find your way into the arena because SCW security sure as hell can't do their jobs properly, you'll jump over the barricade ad you'll attack me from behind. Since you're not a REAL woman and is afraid to go toes with Pint Sized Awesomeness face to face, you're going to keep this up. And SCW apparently isn't going to do anything about it. I man really Mr.D, there's nothing to look into. One woman keeps attacking me because she doesn't have the guts to step up to me in person.

So yeah, I'm pissed and for all you clumpnuggets that think this is really funny, yeah? Well you guys can kill yourselves. All I want is one thing Mr.D. I want Cirssy Gardner delivered to me on a silver platter so I can give her a real Come to Jesus moment. You're delaying the slaughter she's owned by me and the longer you do, the more impatient I'll become. Look, if PUNK HAZARD has to go to IWC and kick Crissy's ass, then that's what we may have to do. But I don't want to step foot into an IWC ring. Never. SCW is where it's at. So all you're doing Mr. D is robbing me of what I deserve.

The Lexi Revenge Tour can't end without Crissy Gardner's head. But since you're putting me in a match with Rachel Foxx, I'll show up. And I'll be there because like Crissy Gardner, Rachel Foxx has an ass kicking waiitng for her courtesy of your girl Pint Sized Awesomeness. You probably have forgotton what you did to me last summer Rachel but I haven't. It's hard to forget when someone splits you wide open and gives you the strawberry jam. it's hard to forget waking up in the hospital as your brother is in the same room. That's why you did to me and El Rudo and Grundy. And to think you did that so you could get to Collin, which would be getting to Katelyn Buehler, means you just saw me as a pawn.

[Alexis stares directly into the camera.]

Alexis: Let's make one thing clear Rachel, I'm no one's pawn. And NO ONE makes Pint Sized Awesomeness bleed. I saw my own blood because of you as it dripped all over my face and into my mouth. My teeth had my blood stained onto them and it was because of you. I've been waiting and waiting for the day we would meet again because you got a receipt coming your way Rachel.

What's so funny is that when I kick your ass tomorrow before Crissy Gardner most likely attacks me from behind, is the fact that you're goign to act like this never happened. Because that's the Rachel Foxx Way clumpnuggets. If she wins a title or if she hits someone with a sledgehammer, she'll remind you she's the Suicide Queen and she is death personified and what not! BAAAAH! But yet when she keeps getting her ass kicked by Red Rayne she;ll just sweep that under the rug. She'll be like "oh no wins and losses don't matter." But of course when she wins, it all of a sudden DOES matter.

So wait, what is it?

Am I suppose to forget the fact that new Eden dropped you like a bad habit or the fact that now you can't have Foxx Global out there with you anymore? Remember when that happened? Last year when you got pinned in that big Chamber match/ Of course not because you lost and when Rachel Foxx losses, it's not a big deal(according to her.) But just imagine if she won that clumpnuggets. Oh shit she would have gone boosie all day, everyday. Suicide Queen? More like Pump Faker Queen. You think I'm just worried about Crissy gardner while you're screaming to the heavens.

GIVE ME DAISY LEE OR GIVE ME DEATH?!?!?!

Despite the fact that you could have taken her championship away from her at under Attack and lost. You could have punished her at Rise to Greatness but you walked out on your partner. Because you see clumpnuggets, that's the Rachel Foxx Way. She's been Pump Faker for years but no one wants to talk about it. Why don't you just give up already/ Red Rayne keeps kicking your ass and yet you think you can do something about it. Maybe there is something you can do about it. You can keep positing those clearly Google images of people cutting themselves as their blood goes into the drain. Like that's suppose to scare someone.

Please Pump Faker Queen.

You've never beaten me before. This is actually our first match we've ever had. Granted, I saw you at Rise to Greatness last year and while I didn't win that match you didn't either. But, of course, Pump Faker Queen won't mention that. No instead she'll continue to act as if her act is still scary. Oh the system is broken, which is true. By system I mean your security system of course. All this nonsense I hear out of your mouth Rachel.

I'm almost offended that you don't remember what you did to me. That's ok because I'll make you remember. I love how this woman just says "oh yeah, this match doesn't matter but yet she's going to sue me as an example." That's the Rachel Foxx Way. Having her cake and eating it too. She couldn't dare face the reality that she's no longer the most vcious wrestler in this business. Just like she won't accept the fact that she keeps getting her ass kicked by those same people, cough Blood Groove.

But hey, you'll keep posting those weird blood drain pictures. Rinse, wash, repeat.

And while I probably have ten minutes tops before Crissy Gardner jumps over and attacks me, I'm going to make those ten minutes count Rachel. you SPLIT my BLOOD on the mat. You're paying for that. And just think tomorrow, I got the numbers game. You think this match doesn't mean anything? There's four of us in PUNK HZARD, there's one of you. Still think this doesn't matter? Still think it doesn't matter that you ruined El Rudo's Rise to Greatness that year? You still think what you did to me doesn't matter Pump Faker Queen? I'll show you tomorrow. Payback's a bitch and you know that. What comes around, goes around. you better pray that Crissy Gardner gets to me before I get to use because no matter what YOU think. this match is important. Because like you did to me last summer, I'm going to make an example out of you. And trust me, this won't be something you can sweep under the rug so easily. Crissy Gardner, since I know you'll be in the arena, watch what PUNK HAZARD does to Rachel because guess what?

It's going to happen to you too.
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