Sandra to Wilkie: Come on, Alex. We're wrestlers, not basement virgins.
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #1 on Jul 1, 2008, 8:03pm »
(CO-RP by Nina and I. Will code it in color in a few, wanted it up for more time to be read.)
The scene begins inside a generic video store. Generic because the PWA Is too cheap to get permission from any major stores to film in them. As we peer inside, we find Chamelion and Sandra scouting the sections for a couple movies to take home and curl up too. Picking up one of your basic B-quality horror movies, Chamelion holds it up over the top of the shelves towards Sandra, "How about something cheesy?"
Sandra raises an eyebrow and picks up Saw 4, "Are you kidding me? I'm in the mood for brains. C'mon! Brains!"
"That series?" Chamelion balks, "For brains, go with Silence of the Lambs. Cause we sure ain't getting any out of Wilkie or Fire this week!"
Sandra rolls her eyes, "Oh c'mon, it's got more fake blood than one of Fire's paternity tests! Fricking sweet!"
"I suppose. I do sort of owe you, don't I?" Chamelion sighs, putting the case down of "The Cavern" and walks around to join her, "But I do have a little surprise for you I've been keeping secret this weekend while you were out practicing with your band."
Sandra raises both eyebrows and looks Chamelion up and down, "What, you're pregnant? Ain't my baby.."
“Would have to be, “Chamelion grins, kissing her chastely, “You’re my only one. But no, I know we had a deal with our match, but I got to thinking and what you wanted wasn’t such a bad idea, so…” Chamelion lifts his left shirt sleeve up past his shoulder, and there on his arm is displayed the very tattoo Sandra desired on him.
Sandra's eyes widen considerably as she puts down the DVD case, "Holy sh-BLEEP!-, you actually did it?? That is f-BLEEP!-ing sweet, baby! Geez!"
"It's the least I could do for you. We agreed to go all out in our match, and we did. I never enjoyed getting my ass beat as much as I did Friday night, but I didn’t know if you'd be a bit sore about it after. It's not why I did this, though, it's not to make amends. You asked of something from me, and I love you, so I went and had it done. Besides, you didn't ask me to put MOM on here, so I had no problems!" Chamelion grins.
Sandra grins blissfully and grabs Chamelion by his wrist, pulling him towards her, "You know, now that you're all inked up, I'm gonna have to get you to go riding with me. Maybe after we beat the piss out of Wilkie and tits McGee, you and I can go check out Harleys, hmm?"
Blinking, Chamelion let's her enfold him but smirks back at her, "Okay, now you're pushing it girl!" He pauses, "We'll talk. Right now, aside from your cute pet names for Fire, we do have to come up with a strategy against them. It seems Fire has gone to Wilkie to be her enforcer, which to me is a good choice since Wilkie already has it out for me.. but these continued backstabbing kicks are getting a bit tiresome. Got any new ideas brewing in that cute head of yours?"
Sandra shrugs nonchalantly, "I could set them both on fire."
"Anything MATCH Legal?" Chamelion chuckles.
"Oh, well!" She throws up her hands. "I got plenty of ideas for that! But it's not a good idea to you know.. TALK about them in PUBLIC. Shouldn't we save the 'out in public' talk for talking about how many crabs those two are trading? Or how badly I'm going to bust open Wilkie's trachea and eat his esophagus like an undercooked Alf redo noodle?"
Carefully taking the copy of Saw 4 out of Sandra's hands, Chamelion replaces it on the shelf, "I think you've seen too many of these, and forget I offered Silence of the Lambs!" Chamelion turns her towards the Sci-Fi section, "Better we go with over the top to fit your current mood. And you're right, we'll save strategy talk for later. They've not really said anything we need to respond too anyway, so I have to wonder what they have planned."
Sandra rolls her eyes, "Maybe Wilkie'll kick you in the face while Fire tries to boob you to death!”
“I think Fire’s plan is a bit more in the realm of castration. And I know you don’t much like her, but she is pretty much a victim in this too. Try to keep your rage focused inside the ring, hun. Now, as for Wilkie, totally different story, and while I’m sure I don’t want my wife turning cannibal, putting the hurt on him is definitely on the menu. Dude’s just pissed that he’s been second rate since he got here, both in matches, and with picking partners. McNasty left him, Fire didn’t pick him at first, it’s gotta be eating away at him.”
Sandra cocks her head back, "Well hell if I care if he's butt-hurt over being second best.. and don't give me any of that 'she's a victim' bullcrap. She was hooking up with a married man, and regardless of how big a show you put on, any chick is a severe ho-bag for doing that. So if she's gonna be a ho, I'm damn well gonna treat her like one and smack her down like the testicle-gagging piece of maggot-crawling garbage that she is."
A moment’s silence passes until both realize the entire video store’s patrons have turned their way with wide eyes. Sandra gives them a ‘so what are you looking at glare’ and Chamelion deftly steers her towards the entrance, “Maybe we’ll just go check out the early premier of Hancock, okay?” As they leave, he smirks and leans against Sandra, teasing her, “I love it when you talk dirty, but not necessarily THAT way. And I agree with you, I do. I completely understand your anger, and I’m not trying to turn you away from Fire in that regard, we’ll need it for our match.. .and you’ll need it for the PPV. But outside the ring, remain a bit calm. Any distraction before we’re in the ring could hurt us. This is the first time we’ve got to team up in… well, two years, so no mistakes, okay sweetie?” (end)
Sandra blinks, looking confused, "Huh? I am calm! You're the one who asked about the match, shnookums."
“I did, but I didn’t realize I was gonna get a show of fireworks out of you.” He pauses, realizing the pun, “Never mind. Ok, so aside from eating their innards, got anything you want them to know? Cause it seems that this damned camera won’t stop following us until we say our piece.”
Sandra looks up at the sky, sighing innocently, "Well... see it's not so much that I wanna go cannibal on those two because they're gonna taste good. I have every indication that they're both gamey, bland, and would need some severe tenderizing first. So I think the first thing I'm gonna do is hold 'em down and pound 'em like a pair of tough cheap steak cuts."
With a start, Chamelion realizes the problem here, and even though they had been walking down towards the movie theater, he opts to turn her into the nearest door. She looks at him with a ‘what’ look and he points, as they enter an Italian restaurant, “Forget the movie, you need to eat, cause this constant talk of food and our opponents is getting ME hungry.” He stops before they get to the ‘Wait to be Seated” sign, “I love your aggressive attitude, but beyond pulverizing them, remember; Wilkie’s blind sided us twice now, he and Fire have something up their sleeve, and I can promise you this.. I can promise THEM this; that Friday will be a whole nother story. Wilkie is owed and he’s gonna pay, Fire? I’ll leave her to you, cause I think I will want to avoid any castration attempts. But we get in there, we fight, we win… you get a head start towards your match, and I get Wilkie primed for an asswhipping in our title match. Then we move onwards, cause I hear there’s a nice set of tag titles out there waiting to be claimed!”
Sandra chuckles, putting a hand on Chamelion's shoulder, "Heh, alright.. we can do that. Sounds kinda romantic, don't it? You and me, beating the ever living piss outta people.. just like the first time, yeah? Heh!" She suddenly grabs his belt and uses it to drag him against her, "By the way, I'm hungry too," she adds with a smirk.
“Uh uh!” He separates himself from her, “Dessert comes after dinner! And it is time, isn’t it? To get back as a team, take on the PWA from the ground up! What’cha think? Los Amigos again? Or something new, something US?”
Sandra sighs, looking like a child who's just had candy taken away from her, "Well.. we -could- do that..." She moves her mouth to one side in thought, when suddenly her cell phone rings. "Just a sec... hello? ... No. ... No! ... No, f-BLEEP!- you!!"
Raising a concerned eyebrow, Chamelion moves her to the side away from prying ears and listens, waiting.
Sandra slams the cell phone closed and tosses it at a nearby brick wall, where it shatters into a few pieces. Chamelion quickly steps in and holds her gently, whispering, “What? What is it!?”
Sandra's brow furrows. She looks both shocked and angry, but unable to respond, "..oh. Nothing. Wrong number."
Turning her to face him, he lifts her chin, “Bullshit. We promised no more secrets between us. Trust me, please”
Sandra turns to the camera and sighs. She takes a step forward and kicks, eliciting a high pitched scream from the camera man who falls on his side, the camera dropping on the ground and going to static.
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #2 on Jul 1, 2008, 10:14pm »
Lestat's Ultimatum....
The scene fades in showing Fire standing next to Lestat. Lestat looks displeased as he glances down at the floor.
Lestat: I just don’t understand Fire. How could you hook up with Alex?
Fire looks to him taken back by the question. Lestat was never one to judge her actions before.
Fire: Because he can get me what I want. I want Chamelion to pay! I want him to suffer. I want him to be embarrassed like I was! I want all those feelings inflicted upon him and more. Alex can help me reach this goal.
Lestat: And I could not?
Fire shakes her head no.
Fire: No, you are not an active wrestler here in the PWA. So, you can’t help me reach my goal.
Lestat glares to the floor.
Lestat: Just because I am not part of the PWA legally doesn’t mean I couldn’t have helped you destroy Chamelion. Did it EVER just once cross your mind that I MIGHT actually want to destroy him too? No I bet not. You could care less about me anymore. That’s just fine then. I shall leave and you will never have to see me again.
Lestat goes to start storming off. Fire quickly reacts by grabbing his arm.
Fire: Wait! You can’t go! Look I do want you around Lestat. It’s just right now I need Alex. He’s got a grudge against Chamelion, I have one. It works.
Lestat shakes his head and pulls his arm free.
Lestat: When you realize that you need me do not come begging for me to return. I won’t be there for you this time!
Lestat storms out the door slamming it behind him with great force. Fire rushes out behind him.
Fire: Lestat! Please stop overreacting! I still need you for other more important things!
Lestat turns and looks at her one more time the look in his eyes shows nothing but hate, the glimmer of love and trust that had been there has all but vanished. Has Fire finally pushed Lestat completely away?
Lestat: We all know there is nothing more important to you right now then taking down Chamelion. And seriously I don’t CARE what you think anymore! I’m done! I’ve had it! I’m sick and tired of playing second fiddle to whatever loser you drag into your life. First it was your dumbass mother, then it was your modeling trainer, then it was Mr. Showtime, then it was an attempt with Cody Frost, then there was Chamelion himself, and now Alex. When will you fucking realize that none of those people in your life gave a rat’s ass about you? I am the only one who cares for you, but not anymore! I cannot take this being pushed away any longer!
Fire’s eyes get as big as saucers hearing Lestat basically just say that he has loved her from day one.
Fire: L…Lestat I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I... I always thought you wanted to be nothing more than friends, except that one time you approached me when I was still married to Mr. Showtime. And, even then I didn’t believe what I was hearing. I am sorry I have hurt you so much. Please, don’t be so mad at me. I really do want you to stay.
Fire pouts at him hoping her puppy dog look will still work on Lestat in this state. She has never seen him so upset with her. Why was he keeping this all bottled up inside? What else was he keeping from her? Is there some kind of load he is bearing that he hasn’t shared with her yet?
Lestat takes a deep breath and forces a smile on his face.
Lestat: Fine I will stick around for now, but you really need to think about how you want me to be involved or not in your life. So, what DO you want from me?
Fire looks down then up to Lestat looking him in the eyes.
Fire: Honestly, Lestat, I don’t know. Please just let me figure all this out. Don’t leave me right now.
Lestat grumbles and walks back inside.
Lestat: Okay fine.
Lestat walks to the black leather couch and plops down on it propping his feet up on the dark oak and glass coffee table. Fire smiles and looks to him.
Fire: I’m going to the kitchen to start dinner make yourself comfortable. Okay?
Lestat nods and watches Fire leave the room. He gets more comfortable and smirks knowing she would never let him leave.
Lestat: Finally I’m starting to get here right where I want her. She will be mine and there is nothing NO one can do to stop it. Alex, let me approach you first. Keep your hands off of Fire. You are only allowed near her because of this match. After she has gained her revenge on Chamelion you are to disappear from her life, and if you so choose not to then I shall make your life a living hell. You are a worthless wrestler, which is why McNasty didn’t stay with you. He had the smarts to leave you in the dust. I’m sure he was carrying all the weight of the team. So if you don’t do as I says plan on meeting me in the wring because I will join PWA so fast it will make your head spin. That I promise you Alex.
Now on to you Chamelion. I hope you didn’t think you were going to get left out of this little rant of mine. Chamelion, I understand that you were blackmailed into being with Fire, but that is NO excuse. You hurt her more than even you realize, and your gonna let that crazy bitch of yours hurt her more. What kind of person are you? Let me answer that for you okay. You are a bastard. You do not deserve to take another single breath as long as you live. You should be burned alive for what you have done to Fire. Yes, you may have been married, and it may have been wrong for her to chase after you, but even still your little thing said you had to hook up with her. Meaning that even if she hadn’t chased for you, you would’ve had to chase after her. So, what I’m getting at is you are as much to blame for this mess as anyone. And, you will pay. If not from Alex, and Fire... then from me. And, I swear to you and all of the PWA…. You will not see it coming!
Fire sticks her head into the room with a smile.
Fire: I’m gonna order out is pizza okay?
Lestat nods to her letting her know its okay. Fire walks back into the kitchen and picks up the phone.
Fire: Yes, I would like to order. Yes you may. It’s 863-890-****. Yes, that is the correct address and name. I would like one extra large pizza with everything, one extra large with just pepperoni, cheese, and pineapples, and also we would like an order of breadsticks, an order of cheese sticks. Yeah that’s fine.
Fire hangs up the phone and smiles.
Fire: So, this week I find out I am facing Chamelion and his crazy wife. Now I was thrilled to find out that I will get a chance to take my pain out on Chamelion, but not so excited to find out that the crazy woman would be there as well. See my fight isn’t with you Sandra. I’m glad that love won out and that you have your man back. See, I was under the impression that you didn’t want him anymore. That is why I was seeking his company. So, if I have upset you in any fashion I am sorry, but do not expect me to hold back in the ring when we meet this Friday. You may have some wonderful names for me like tits McGee for example, but seriously if you want to talk trash about me at least get your facts straight. I am not a ho, I was simply chasing something I thought would be free.
Fire walks to a kitchen chair twirling it around she sit down crossing her arms over the top of the back of the chair.
Fire: Now, Chamelion. Let’s address you shall we. You are by far the WORST man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. You used me and tossed me away, like I was nothing but a used rubber to you. So, why should I let you be free without making you pay? You wanna claim that were all just victims in someone’s sick twisted little game. Well I think you are wrong. I think you planed this out all along! You wanted to see just how far you could push your wife and still be able to get her to come back to you. Well congratulations Chamelion! You can break another woman’s heart and play games and still keep the one you truly love. What a wonderful catch you are.
Fire rolls her eyes.
Fire: Now as far as this match is concerned Chamelion don’t try and run and hide from me, it won’t work! You will feel some of my pain and suffering. And don’t be so worried that I’m going to harm your manhood. I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot poll. See the pain I want to inflict on you is far worse than chopping it off or harming it. I want to make you feel as if everything you have ever worked for or ever will mean nothing! And, those tag team titles you and your wife hinted about, don’t plan on getting them. If I have anything to do with it you won’t have them in your possession.
Fire gets up and makes her way back to the living room sitting down near Lestat.
Fire: I hope it tastes good when it gets here I’m so hungry, especially after cutting that promo.
Lestat smiles.
Lestat: Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything. I have a plan.
Lestat flips on the TV as the scene fades to black.
Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #3 on Jul 1, 2008, 11:18pm »
The scene came back after a nice infomercial about buying and owning your very own set of Katana's ironically enough, Alex Wilkie, PWA Superstar and all around Grade A guy was his very own proprietor of a collection of swords... He was a bit of a weapons freak. Guns, Swords, Bo Staffs- Hell he owns a classic gun powder front loader hunting rifle. Original from the Britain. To bad he couldn't use some of these in this match to just kill Chamelion. The camera turned around from the Washington Memorial site, where a bunch of people have flocked to see something amazing- A magician was doing some random but astounding tricks.
The Magician: “Now watch... I shall turn this shoelace...INTO A BOA-CONSTRICTOR!!” The crowd gasped as the Magician made a couple of hand movements then turned the shoelace...into a handfull of worms...
The Magician: “Ummm...”
From behind the crowd watched Alex Wilkie... with little contempt for the magician he lifted up his hand and called out to him...
Alex: “BOOOO!!!”
The Magician: “WHO SAID THAT! WHO THE F*** SAID THAT!!”
Alex: “I did?”
The Magician walked through the crowd right up to Alex with a very serious look on his face.
The Magician: “And do you think you could do better, SIR?!”
Alex: “No, but you suck either away.”
The crowd laughed, and the Magician looked as if he had just pooped a bit in his pants.
The Magician: “Well, then...Before all the crowd here, I will show them what I do to negative Nancie's like you... BRACTU...SPEARATA...NIC-”
Alex socked the Magician in the nose with a hard right and he went down. Nose bleeding like there was no tomorrow.
Alex: “No Army of Darkness references while in my presence. SIR!”
He turned and walked away as some of the onlookers tried to wake the Magician from his stupor. Alex rubbed his hand a bit.
Alex: “Son of a bitch that hurts... must've had a steel nose or something... I mean... it hurts, but not as much as the Sommer couples insults. Man you guys must've been thinking of those all night... I mean insulting my brains... then talking about Fire and her lady stuff? Wow, and you insult me for not having brains..”
He ran his fingers through his hair and walked up to a Hot dog stand, he retrieved a Dr.Pepper and paid the man serving the unsightly tube steaks.
Alex: “First, I'd like to point out to Chamelion, I'm not second-rate...Second-rate is The Grim Reaper choking on whatever piece of emo garbage he comes up with in one week. I'm pretty sure you'd lose a huge fan base if Alex took off for awhile. I mean, I'm pretty sure Fire can shake her fun bags enough to keep them pre-occupied while I was away. But that wouldn't be enough, the ladies need their Grade A fix and if i'm not there to give it to them.. who will? Rob Robinson? That washed up piece of guano couldn't hold a candle... Nah Chamelion if you lost me, PWA stocks drop... You know as well as I do as soon as people start sellin- Alex is on his way out.”
He cracked open the can and took a seat at a bench, an Ambulance had come to pick up the magician, this is going on in the corner of the screen.
Alex: “Speaking of selling out... Here's Psycho Sandra, Man if I didn't know any better, I used to have an Aunt who pretended to be as kick ass and awsome as you, She got herself shot in a biker gang... to bad for her... But your not a poser, oh no, You aren't. Your just how everyone remebers you, just tiny and a mom... I mean your just like that Sabine chick, if I can just examine the two for a second, both like to talk about how they are going to beat me, kill me, send me to the cleaners etc... I mean what took the cake is how Psycho bitch sandra is going to eat my neck. Nice. And then she calls Chamelion Schnookums... lets look for a little bit of shall we say...staying in character.. first you wanna Cannabalize someones body then you say something cute like Schnookums, Sorry but I'm not convinced, and I'm certainly not shaking in my booties which is what you'd like to think I'm doing...”
He takes a long gulp from his drink.
Alex: “So...You can trust me on these words... Chamelion, you and your cock mongling whore of a wife will definitely know what its like to have a cracked skull...Well... I'd expect Chamelion to not know what it feels like, But I'm having a hard time knowing if Sandra doesn't know...”
He grins then finishes off his Dr.Pepper and crushes it. He looks at it for a moment then tosses it in a recyclable can next to a garbage can.
Alex: “Even if I don't prevail Friday...A farewell to arms... Chamelion, Well you've fallen for the bait and now I'll be able hurt you in ways you couldn't possibly imagine... Your going to wish Fire castrated you friday so you wouldn't have to be in this match...”
He laughs a bit, gets up from his seat and walks away.
MotW- Alex vs Pohatu Alex and Fire vs Psycho Sandra and Chamelion
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #4 on Jul 2, 2008, 7:11pm »
After returning home, Chamelion urged Sandra to shower, drink some tea and relax, pretty much putting his foot down that she needed to take some time to get her mind in order, before anything else went on. Some of what she shared with him really did piss him off, but as he told her, he had to take his own advice and focus on Friday first… the rest, would come later.
They had watched one of the videos together that they had gone back to rent, opting out of dinner and the movie and instead grabbed take out. When the movie had finished, he found her curled asleep at the end of the couch and he left her there. Getting into his Ford Mustang, Chamelion took a long drive to cool his head from what she had revealed, and in the process turned on the radio to the PWA’s own XM station. This is where he discovered that Fire and Wilkie had responded right quick to their on-air events, and he shook his head that these two seemed to have waited in the wings to strike back… likely cause they had nothing to strike WITH. Still, he knew he had to say something in response to what Fire said, even though he knew it would have little calming affect.
“Fire, I am sorry. I really am. Yes, I used you. I did it to protect Sandra, I did it to protect my family. I would have told you, asked you to help, but that person, that THING covered its bases really well, and warned me against such tactics. Do you think it makes me less of a man?? Maybe, but I would have been far worse the monster to let my Sandra die, just to avoid hurting your feelings. Truth is, I like you, and if I’d never met Sandra you’d be a real special lady to be with. But it was an act, I don’t deny that. I was pretty good at faking it, though, wasn’t I? One of the reasons they call me Chamelion. And you gotta understand this; while I am sorry for what I did to you; it doesn’t mean I’m going to just open my arms and let you have your way with me. You chose to get Wilkie to help you, and you brought him in to hit not only me, but Sandra as well. I could forgive that, and focus solely on Wilkie, but you pulled Sandra back into the game… and I don’t take too kindly to that.”
“I wish I could take back what I did to you then, but I can’t. So, moving forward this is what will happen; you, in your blind self defensive rage, will come at me with the belief you’re extracting a bit of retribution for my actions, and I, I will be defending myself in that ring with the sole intent of winning and moving on. Wilkie, on the other hand, gets me in the ring in ten days, in a street fight to dish out his own brand of justice. And what justice is that, exactly? Is he being your Knight in Shining armor? Or is he just hard up? Doesn’t he have a woman too? How many men are you going to get involved with before you realize the one that really wants you is the only one you ignore?”
“Yeah, I knew what Sandra was involved in when we got together, but you didn’t. You really thought I was on the verge of being single, and I admit it felt nice to be wanted by someone as lovely as you, and I’m a man enough to admit what I did was terrible. Are the reasons just, or just an excuse? People will take up both sides in that, and it’s not a unanimous choice in either way. There is a reason I’m called the Most Devious SOB in the Business today, and it’s not always by choice. So you go ahead and you come at me with everything you have; in fact, I expect it and demand it of you. But Fire, hun, I can’t just lay there and let you have your way… this match, it’s definitely personal, but it’s still a match; and Sandra and I have a lot to work up towards… you get your shot, take it, but afterwards, move on. Wilkie, when you and I fight? Expect a bit of my own retribution for kicking Sandra the way you did. Sure, she can take care of herself, but as her husband, I won’t stand idly by. As for Fire, I’d be careful; I wouldn’t get caught using her… and for the sake of your own woman, I wouldn’t get too close.”
“But that’s the last piece of friendly advice you get from me. See, I know you like to act really tough; kicking me from behind, attacking helpless magicians trying to make a buck, and hell, it takes a real man to want sloppy seconds, but you do your best, don’t you, to be that tough man for Fire.”
“Aside from trying to be ‘a Hero’ for her, what is your real motivation? Pissed at me for something? Cause frankly I can’t think of what it may be? Couple years ago I gave you a fair break and you won the PWA World title at Who’s The Man!? I didn’t try to stop you, or anything like that, and then when Sandra pinned you and took that title, I wasn’t involved and cost you that belt. BWF? Well, okay, I DID sort of mess with you when hiding under the mask as Xameneoh, but I still fought in the ring and was just simply better then you. And when we had our little three way dance, yeah, I did beat you, and take the International Championship and later won the World title… but I did it in the ring, not behind your back…. “I guess it didn’t help that I swooped in and took Fire away from you a couple of months ago, either. That I suddenly lashed out and knocked you out cold with a well placed superkick.”
“Hmm, maybe you have reason to be pissed? And I gotta tell ya, I am not too concerned about the PWA ratings if you up and left.. it’s really not like you’ve done a great deal around here lately. You had your shot in the EC match and from then on, what? Really, honestly; WHAT? But that’s not really here or there; it doesn’t matter to me if you’re second rate, first rate or inflated postal rates, you still can’t deliver, and Friday will just continue to be another example of that.”
“I wouldn’t worry much about Sandra’s character, cause anyone with an ounce of common sense knows that when her mindset is on destruction, she’s poetic in her words, and when it’s on me… well, it’s poetic in another sense. Sorry you have to see some of our more, how shall I say, saucy moments… but what can I say? We’re hot!”
With a pause, Chamelion suddenly becomes very still, very calm, very soft in his voice, and that, if you know him, can be far more scary then his rage.
“And one last word for ya, kiddo. I don’t care if you feel enraged, eager to break me in two. I don’t care if you’re the kind of man who would take hold of my wife and try to twist of her arm or leg.. I do care, that you insult her with such names that you know to be false.. I do care that you disrespect her so… and its with that knowledge I hope you understand that on Friday; I’m going to shove your head so far up your ass, you can count the inside of your own teeth. GOT IT?!”
Pressing on the accelerator, Chamelion takes off full tilt down the highway, the streaks of the Mustangs tail lights gleaming as we fade out.
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #5 on Jul 2, 2008, 7:47pm »
There is static on the screen for a few seconds, before we fade into a black and white image. From the looks of things, this transmission seems to be coming from an alternate source than usual. The reception isn’t very good, and radio signals interfere with the audio at first. Soon it steadies however, and we’re introduced to two figures that walk inside of a small cramped office; Psycho Sandra, and an older balding man with glasses. As they sit down, Sandra looks nervous. She folds one leg over the other, the leather of her pants squeaking slightly, as if giving voice to her discomfort.
“It’s been a few weeks, Sandra,” the older man says, pulling out a notepad. “So, how have you been?” Sandra shrugs, looking away, “Okay I guess. I mean, you know the man and I are back together. We’ve got a match, this upcoming weekend against—“
“Sandra, the whole world knows about that,” he chuckles. “What I want to know is how are you doing? With all of the other issues?”
There is a pause as she stops to consider.
“If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, you know I don’t wanna talk about it.”
There is a long bout of silence as the older man tries to think of something to say. “Sandra, I think you need to talk about this. It’s not healthy, and you’re still not fully recovered yet.”
Sandra narrows her eyebrows, “I’m fine. I beat Wilkie, I beat Fire, and now I’m gonna do it again. Only this time, I’m gonna have Chamo with me.”
“You haven’t been taking them, have you?”
She grunts, looking away. “They make me sleepy.”
“You should sleep,” he argues. “You should rest and try to work through this. Why don’t you talk to Mark about it? I think he would understand—“
“Understand?!” Sandra stands up, her voice raised for the first time in months. “Understand what?? That I was sedated and groped by some asshole in a mental hospital!? I’m a goddamn fighter, Bernie! I’m not some weak little bitch who takes some guy’s s-BLEEP!- for any reason! And now you want me to keep taking pills so I can calm my ass down?? Do you have any idea what that feels like?”
Bernie seems to remain calm in his seat, despite the screaming woman in front of him. “No. Why don’t you tell me?”
“It fu-BLEEP!-ing sucks,” she admits, sitting down. “I think about it all. I think about that white room, and I’m all alone. Everyone’s abandoned me. My family has my daughter, my husband’s with another woman, and all of my friends are gone. Nobody knows where I am. I can’t talk to anyone, and lying down, I can’t even get up. The weight of the world is pressing down on my chest, and that blinding white makes my eyes strain to stay open. So I close them..”
Sandra blinks.
“..and when I open them, he’s there. He’s smiling at me, and telling me about Chamo and Fire. And he’s telling me how disappointed Chamo is, because I’m just a weak and pathetic little slut in this hospital. And the whole time he talks to me, he’s touching me. Everywhere. And I get so sick that I throw up, right there on the bed, and on myself, and on the floor, and on him. And you know what he does?”
Bernie shakes his head.
“He laughs. That f-BLEEP!-er laughs. He laughs and leaves me there, and when I wake up me and the room are clean again. He wouldn’t let me stay awake for more than a few hours, but when I was it was just to watch him..” She grits her teeth. “..talk to me. And his voice is like ink on my skin that won’t wash off, and his eyes are like those big hot lights that burn through my face. And he has the nerve to say he cares about me, that this is for my own good, and that when I’m well again he’ll stop giving me the sedatives. And now you..”
She glares at him.
“You have the nerve to medicate me?”
Bernie blinks, looking at her with disappointment. “Sandra, you know I would never try to hurt you. Or exploit you. I’m just trying to help you to think clearly. Ever since you came back, your bipolarity has reached a critical level. You’re on this high right now, and I’m worried that when you come off of it, you’ll be the same way you were when you were admitted.”
She grunts, “I was just upset over Mark.”
“You almost died, Sandra,” he argues. “That’s why they sedated you to begin with. To get that feeding tube into your nose. Is that what you want to happen, again? To lose everything you’ve been gaining?”
Sandra narrows her eyes, “I can’t take them anymore. They taste like him.”
“And how do you expect to beat Fire, and Wilkie? Like this?” He shakes his head, “You could be exploited so easily, and you’re too head-strong and stubborn to admit it. Mark could do it. What makes you think that they can’t?”
She leans her head down, “Because they don’t understand. Dire and her thing, Lestat, they have each other. Lestat fawns over her and she’s to dumb to realize it, but, her career is built on Lestat’s work. She fights for nothing but her own advancement. She fights Chamo for revenge, but that’s not enough to work on him. Or me. Nothing against me? She has nothing against me. Did you hear that? I’m the crazy psycho bitch, Bernie. Just the crazy psycho bitch wife of his. And they think they can beat me with that? I’ve got so much more to fight for. So much more to prove.”
“To who?”
“To all of them!” She waves her hand. “To Wilkie, who thinks that I’m some kind of poser because I ride a bike and call my husband pet names?? I’m not some comic book character! I’m a real person and I love my husband, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ride a bike, or fight, or be who and what I am. I’m not some side character. I’m not some two-dimensional bitch who can’t throw a nice word into a sentence. I’m a two time world champion, and I’ve beat both those assholes before. I’m going to do it again, because I’m going to show them. I’m going to show everyone. If I’m going to be the ‘psycho bitch’, I’ll show them just how much of a ‘psycho bitch’ I can be. And after they’re both down on the floor, spitting up blood, looking up at –my- eyes like those white hot lights that burn through skin, they’ll know. They’ll know everything.”
Bernie seems silenced.
“I’m going to show them all pain. Not just physical pain.. but real pain. The kind that comes when you close your eyes and can’t stop screaming inside. Except I don’t scream anymore, Bernie.”
Sandra’s face suddenly changes. Her lips curl into a grin, and she sits up straight.
Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #6 on Jul 3, 2008, 3:54pm »
The scene faded in from black, nothing before it, nothing except an EXCITING DR.PEPPER COMMERCIAL FEATURING TWO WOLVES FIGHTING A LONE SAMURAI! IT was sweet, there are somethings you only witness once in life and that was it.
The scene consisted of a large table. Except this was no ordinary table, it was a nicely designed table, with some fake trees, craters, a couple destroyed buildings... this was in fact a Warhammer 40k gaming table. From of screen comes Alex Wilkie, owner of this table and Warhammer 40k enthusiast.
Alex: “Hello, Your probably wondering what this is here, well if you didn't hear the social commentary then this is a Warhammer 40k gaming table, I'm a bit of a fan myself...”
He lifts up a fair bulky looking briefcase and cracks it open, this brief case looked as if it could fit a weeks worth of clothes, it was more tall width wise however so it still looked like it was made for bussiness.
Alex: “Well, I was going to play a game with a few friends of mine but they haven't arrived yet... so I guess I might as well deploy these guys then talk to you for a bit.”
The scene faded away then faded back into Alex who was standing beside his large two thousand point Space Marine “Space Wolves” Army.
Alex: “There all finished... Now... PWA... Heh if you've been living under a rock you would know that myself and the “Fiery Vixen” Fire are going to be taking on Chamelion and Psycho Sandra in a tag match at Rampage this week. Now I'm all for cracking skulls with just my fists, but I know The Psycho Bitch and the man with a tiny lizard in his pants... Oh do I ever know them... And it'll take alittle bit more than fists to beat them, it takes something they do not have. Thats right, it takes scraping the bottom of the barrel and picking up the oldest insult the book- Brains- Yes. Brains. Zombies crave em' and inventors have em' these days its a rare occurrence when someone has a brain and actually uses it to their advantage, I'd like to say Chamelion and Sandra use theirs but so far I'm sure their's have reached a consistency of chocolate pudding.”
He turned away from the table and pulled out another brief case. This one was alittle bit larger than the last, he walked over to the other side of the table and began to pull out miniatures from the brief case, these were actually models from the Imperial Guard army. Alex had just finished his first ever Armored Division of tanks and this was only half of it, first to go to the field were the Basilisk artillery tanks. Something he adored- taking out the enemy from far away, then cutting them down with heavy machine gun fire as soon as they get close.
Alex: “First, Since I know how much Chamelion loves when I talk about his wife. I'm going to rant about Psycho Sandra... Well Sandra... Here we are again... and just listening to you talk.... well all I could think about was a special song by a band named queen...”
He looks away then pulls out what looks like a “Rockband” Microphone... Alex: “ARRRRREEE YOU GONNA TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!! AHHHH DOWN BESIDE THAT RED FIRE LIIIGHT!!! ARRRE YOU GONNA LET IT ALL HANG OUT! FAT BOTTOMED GIRLS YOU MAKE THE ROCKIN WORLD GOOO ROUND!!”
He coughes... Places the microphone back where he found it.
Alex: “Singing, not one of my best traits, but I'd have to say, I don't have very many great ones either... Insulting, apparently, is one of yours, Sandra, like insult my intelligence with the mindless dribble you've concocted. Are you trying to dumb it down for the rest of Washington? Or is it that you just don't have a clue? I'd think it'd be both. But of course, thats just me. And what do I know? I know what its like to spit up blood, I know what its like to have broken bones, a crack skull, two concussions in one day. Yeah, its not fun. But of course, no. Psycho Sandra still has some things to teach me. Like what? Where is this superior intelligence that you must think you have to teach me everything. Hmm? Your laughing, while I see nothing funny about your pointless word vomit.”
He looked down at his tank battalion, his artillery and Troop transport tanks had been set up... now it was time for defense. The most important part of an Armored division is to have something to hold back Soldiers. This is where his Company of Sentinel Walkers and Leman Russ battle tanks came in, while the Imperial guards men set up a defense perimeter to hold of the Space marines, the Sentinels and Leman Russ tanks would provide heavy support. A basic Defensive maneuver thats used even in the real military today.
Alex: “The thing about Word vomit, Sandra, is that one day you'll choke on the words you spew out of that refuse you call a mouth... and that day will be Friday, wether its me that knocks your ass out, or Fire who kicks your teeth down your throat... you'll choke on the words you speak...”
He put some of the empty briefcases away in their designated spots. He then turned back to the table and cracked open the third briefcase. Which was the second half of his tank division.
Alex: “Now that I've successfully ranted about Psycho Sandra... its not time for Chamelion... Mark Sommers. Ooh how the might have fallen. Its too bad your brother doesn't like you anymore cause if it weren't for him I'd have a bit of a problem with kicking you and your wife in the back of the head, You know the whole reason you sign my pay checks and shit. But now, Heh, Now your just a measly little ring monkey. Hopping through Raizzors hoops until he finds something better for you to do... Well, good thing I've come along to pull you into something that people might actually notice you for. Whats that? You say people notice you now? I find it hard to believe since the only thing you've done since lose your position as the man in charge is beat your wife for the TV title. Awesome, Now instead of pretending like everything is cool on camera you can have a reason to back hand her around. I mean I'm not all for wife beating, but Sandra could use a few, maybe knock those lose screws back into place if your picking up what I'm throwing down.”
He chuckled then began to remove the leman russ tanks from the case and placed them strategically around the ruined city.
Alex: “Its too bad we have to stay in the ring for this match Chamelion, You'll probably go in thinking you've got this match won, Hell I bet your thinking your wife won't even have to get in the ring, but as I always have and always will, to quote Judas priest, you've got another thing coming. Not only will you lose this Friday, but you'll be leaving on a stretcher. If I was as much of a dick as I usually am, I would hope that it would be on a stretcher in an ambulance to the nearest morgue, unfortunately, I have a bit of a problem with killing people... the whole life sentence and all.” Once he was finished with the five leman russ tanks, it was now time to place the walkers around the city, some he placed beside the tank to provide support against soldiers, others were placed next to the trooper transport tanks
Alex: “On the matter of Fire, Chamelion, since you think that I'm doing this just for Poonani. But alas that is not the case, I mean, considering I'm single I would love to get with fire, what man wouldn't? But as it turns out, I also respect women who aren't complete and utter bitches, and while you and Fire were sucking faces I still, god forbid, respected her cause she is a great wrestler. And while you USED her because you were too pussy to kick that bitch who threatened to give some pills to Psycho Sandra, I like you for your wife, would not stand idly by and let it slide, Come on, Chamelion you know me better than that. Sure I like to be the knight in shining armor guy, who wouldn't once in a while...”
He finally finished placing the miniatures all along the table. He couldn't wait to play, hopefully the others brought their entire army, that would mean he could get another table out... Oh yeah, he had another table to add onto this... and its bigger than the one he had set up.
Alex: “And now I stand here, I've had my say about everyone... feels nice to get it all off my chest... now I can enjoy a nice relaxing Warhammer game in peace..”
He grinned the scene faded away
Then faded back in, the extra table had been brought out, and the three guys who were over had their armies out... Alex was rolling dice- they clatter against the table... 20's on all four dice.
Alex: “OHH FUCK YEAH! ARTILLERY TAKES OUT THIS ENTIRE SQUAD!! IN YOOOO FAAAAAACE!!”
Guy #1: “Dude, relax...” Alex: “ALEXMANIA IS RUNNIN WIIIIIIIIIIIILD!!!”
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #7 on Jul 3, 2008, 6:07pm »
The scene opens outside of a large brick building. There are several people milling about outside, two of them drinking from bottles in paper bags. The third is Psycho Sandra, who seems to be wearing her usual rehearsal getup; a pair of tight low cut jeans, a red tank top, and a red bandana. In her hands is a piece of paper with type printed on it, which she seems to be scribbling on with a red pen.
"No dude, you don't get it. You have four beats per measure. Four measures per verse, four measures per chorus. We have to add it up to forty for it to be even. Right now it's adding up to thirty six."
One of the men drinking shrugs. He has long blonde hair and is exceptionally pale, "Yeah but.. maybe you didn't count it right. I know it adds up."
"It doesn't add up!" She argues. "You watched me count it! Dan, didn't it add up to thirty-six?"
The other man shrugs, looking at the blonde at a loss. "Sounded like it."
The blonde rolls his eyes and shrugs. Sandra grunts and tries not to pound her fist into the wall, obviously disgruntled. "I swear, sometimes I feel as if you don't listen.. I know what I'm talking about when it comes to music. I've been doing this a long-ass time and I know what I'm talking about."
"Okay, well.. maybe.. we'll do it again," the blonde interjects. "And see if it adds up to forty this time."
Sandra slaps her forehead and waves them inside, "Fine fine, let’s try it again."
As they all walk towards the door, Sandra catches a glimpse of her reflection in the glass. She notices the camera behind her, and turns around to face it.
"You again?? Dude, don't your balls hurt!?"
"Fervently."
"Then why did they send you back!?"
"Budget cuts."
"Holy sh-BLEEP!-..." She groans, closing the door after her two guitarists. "Well I guess you want me to say something about Wilkie huh? Okay. Let’s get this over with..."
Sandra clears her throat and faces the camera.
"Wilkie, you say a lot of crap about my husband and I. And I gotta admit, some of it was pretty well grounded. Chamo -does- tend to talk about me, a lot. He's just that kinda guy, yanno? He likes to think he needs to protect me. Or at least, he wants to. You and I on the other hand, we both know I don't need that. We both know what I'm capable of, and despite your inane ability to insult my character flaws, you forgot one intricate detail."
She blinks.
"I will f-BLEEP!-ing kill you. C'mere, follow me."
Sandra waves the cameraman inside of the recording studio, passing a wall full of gold records and autographed photos of Eddie VanHalen, Elvis, and Slash. They walk into an office, which seems remotely empty of everything except a tv and several videotapes. Sandra goes towards the TV and presses play, then rewinds. She takes a step back and uses the remote to freeze the frame, showing Wilkie during his last promo.
"Okay, Wilkie. You had a lot to say about me questioning your intelligence. That makes sense, yanno? I mean here you are, some big blonde jack-hole, fighting with a chick you know next to nothing about because your ass is hurt that you can't win for sh-BLEEP!-. And then you get pissed at me for saying I'm going to beat that sh-BLEEP!- out of you. Is that really fair? No, no it isn't. Now, you asked me to tell you why you deserve to be called a dumb-ass. Or something like that, it's hard to pay attention when you TALK SO DAMN MUCH, but I gave it my best shot. Especially considering the fact that somewhere over the past few weeks, you gained a Mexican accent."
Sandra presses play.
--Insulting, apparently, is one of yours, Sandra, like insult my intelligence with the mindless dribble you've concocted.
She presses pause, and looks back at the camera.
"Mindless dribble? If I want to insult your intelligence, I'll do this. I'll replay you your inability to form full words or coherent sentences. Is that what you want? For me to call you a dumbass? Or do you wanna actually fight me?"
She presses play again.
--I know what its like to have broken bones, a crack skull,
She presses pause.
"It's okay, Wilkie. We know you've never recovered from your 'crack skull'. You're as much a crack-head as ever, and I won't hold it against you. Now if you're talking about a cracked skull, that's one thing, but I'd like to think that the boss gives everyone a drug test.. and I don't like the sound of this 'crack skull' you got going on."
She presses play.
Mark Sommers. Ooh how the might have fallen.
She presses stop.
"Yes. The might. The might Sommers! If you were trying to say mighty but couldn't get your mouth around the word, I understand. Hard for me to get my mouth around the whole thing too. I understand how superior my husband is to you that you can't even say the entire word 'mighty' about him without getting tongue-tied. So let's get this straightened, shall we? My husband is ten times the man that you will ever be, and the jealousy that you ooze in his presence like a salted slug is more pathetic than your juvenile attempts at name-calling. I think I've heard better insults come out of a nine year old in 1993, but let’s not get into that. If the Fresh Prince taught us anything, it's that joaning should be kept in the early 90's, and should only be spoken by people who know how to perform the art. That being said..."
Sandra turns off the TV.
"Wilkie, you and Miss Porniverse are about to face me and Chamo. You're fighting for no other reason than your own sore ass, and maybe the chance to get into some Dante's Inferno action. Fire just wants to beat on Mark because she found out what he did, and at least that I can understand.. But you? You have nothing in this fight. You've got about as much drive as a Geo. You know what it's like to be injured? Well I'm glad, because I'm about to give a whole new meaning to whatever you've felt before, and shove it down your throat. I hope you're prepared, Alexandria. I hope you and Captain Har-cock are ready to face me and the lizard-man in the ring. I hope you can psych yourself up enough to make it through the next few days without pissing yourself unconscious, and I hope to whatever pregnant moon goddess that Fire worships that you'll both be able to give me more than just a couple of bodies to tenderize. You got me Wilkie?"
Sandra's phone rings again. She grabs it, looks at the number, and groans.
"Well that's it for me, camera guy. Go ahead and get outta here. ..oh, and," she winces slightly. "Sorry about the balls."
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #8 on Jul 3, 2008, 8:49pm »
“I want to try something a bit different here, if you all don’t mind? I’m just going to talk, and explain to you what you’re seeing as we go along. Right now, my wife and I are in Washington, D.C. A very historic place, and very patriotic. Which fits quite nicely since tomorrow is the Fourth of July; America’s Independence Day.”
“Currently, Sandra is busy with her band and I’ll give her a call when this is done so we can hook up and get dinner. I worry though that I’ll bother her at a crucial point, but I’ll cope.”
“I love her, but sometimes the focus has to be on business. Anyway, the sun is setting, the air is getting cooler and it’s a lovely evening here. I decided on Knee length blue jean shorts and a dark green tank top, to get as much of this nice breeze as I can. It really is beautiful here at the Reflecting Pool as I stare up at the Washington Monument, and after I finish here, Sandra and I will visit the Capital. But enough of our personal business, you didn’t tune in for a tour, did you?”
“Let me find a nice spot on the grass here, away from the paths and onlookers. I’ve already had to sign about three dozen autographs before I managed to quench the thirst of the people around me. Let’s hope I get this all out before I’m distracted again. Heh.”
“Ahh, nice. Alright, Alex Wilkie, let’s talk irony. It’s ironic that you speak about the concept of brains, considering that just listening to your words, you sound pretty much like a dysfunctional adult who can’t comprehend basic verbal skills. Let me quote you a couple of times here, alright?”
(Imitating Alex Wilkie): “ That’s right, it takes scraping the bottom of the barrel and picking up the oldest insult the book- Brains- Yes. Brains.”
(Clears throat): “Now, did you hear me when I quoted you? Did that sound like proper English? Now, our fight isn’t going to be won and lost on how we talk, but if you’re GOING to try to insult our intelligence, could you at least PLEASE speak in an intelligent manner!? It really deflates your argument, kiddo, when you do stupid shit like that.”
“And I’d rather have Chocolate pudding for brains, then your apparent Jell-O mold, cause at least pudding uses milk, and you’re nothing but powder and water. Ok, maybe that was a bit extreme, but you brought up pudding, not I.”
“Are you trying to be funny by singing like a drunk biker in a karaoke bar? I admit I got a bit defensive on the name calling, but I’m not perfect. The funny thing here is, calling Sandra a Ho is about as backwards as you can possibly get. I mean, of the four of us here, she’s the most innocent. If we’re going to allow that word to be utilized in proper context here; I’m a ho for going to Fire while married, Fire’s a Ho for shacking up with about five people in the space of half a year. You’re a ho because well, you’re a ho. See? That wasn’t very accurate that last one, was it? That’s just simply me calling you a name. To back it up, didn’t you lay with a girl in one of your promos, and yet now you’re single? Not very committed are you? And now you say you’re not after Fire?? Who may just be using you to get back at me? I’m not too sure that’s quite believable and you know we see that Lestat has feelings for her, so why not back off, and let him be her hero? No, you won’t and you’ll continue this “MINDLESS DRIBBLE” you accuse my wife of because it’s the only weapon you have, and it’s not a very effective weapon, is it?”
“I’m going to lay down now and watch as the stars start to peek out, cause the rest of my words don’t require a lot of effort. Wilkie, for a man who touts an intelligent brain, you’ve not been paying a great deal of attention, so I’ll be a nice guy and spell it out for you. The Sommers Family is intact. This means that Sandra and I are together, my brother and I are cool with each other and sweet Jasmine cooks us dinner on Sundays. Daniel is an excellent cousin to our daughter, and frankly Raizzor puts me in these positions cause he knows I can make good on them. I’m not sure exactly what hoops you think it is he’s putting me through because as far as I can recall, every match I’ve wanted, I’ve gotten and every match I’ve been put into, I’ve proven my worth. See, no one puts a wedge between us unless we have internal issues and right now, we don’t.”
“You may now wonder; so why are you not back in charge, Chamelion? Isn’t it obvious? I’m happy in the ring! I can fight for titles and earn them fair and square, I can kick the asses of idiots like yourself, I can team with the best in the business and most importantly, most definitely the best reason ever; I’m fighting with my wife! We’re going to dominate the tag team division in the future here, and I couldn’t do it while in charge. So, ya know; try and get your facts straight before you try to impart any words of supposed wisdom. The worst thing anyone can do is put their own foot in their mouth, and at the moment Wilkie, you’re having quite the foot fetish!”
“Oh, speaking of that; can you explain what Poonani is? I very much would like to know if it’s a variable of Poontang.”
“So yeah, I’m not perfect, I made some mistakes when it came to Fire and Sandra. I admitted them, I offered my apologies to Fire, and Sandra and I are tight! Well, she’s tight, and I’m a bit bigger then a tree lizard, but we won’t discuss that any further. So yeah, you make up whatever excuse it is you need to feel good when you try to put me on that stretcher. Just remember, I’m a bit tougher then most, and it’s going to take a lot of effort, a lot of power, to get me in position to hurt me that bad… I’ll fight you every step of the way, and Sandra will be by my side, because she loves me, she loves to fight and she loves to show the world just how strong she is in that ring. What do you and Fire have to compensate? Vengeance? Will it be enough, kiddo? Can you justify your vengeance with an honest heart, or are you playing into Fire’s hands? I don’t have those answers, and I bet you don’t either.”
“Alright, time to make that call. I’ll see you both in the ring tomorrow, Wilkie, and we’ll see just who it is who has the better reason to win! GOT IT?”
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Re: Chamelion/Sandra vs. Alex Wilkie/Fire « Reply #9 on Jul 3, 2008, 9:41pm »
The scene fades in showing Fire laying all sprawled out on her black leather couch. The remnants of two boxes of pizza, and breadsticks litter the coffee table, along with two empty cups that seem to have held dark soda of sorts. Fire’s cloths show wrinkles from a long and wrestles night. What could have been keeping her up so long? Was it the fact that Lestat almost left her alone? Was it that she was stressed over her upcoming match? Was it because she somehow knew all this mess wasn’t exactly Chamelions fault and anyone would’ve protected their family first? Who knows exactly what is going on in that mind of hers?
Fire tosses and turns a bit with a small whine escaping her lips as if a bad dream has come to plague her once again this eve.
There is a dark figure standing next to an old four post bed. The bed is made from oak and covered with a dark finish. The bedding that adorned it was made from the finest silk and was a beautiful dark blue. There were also many pillows laid on the bed. The figure points to the bed. The focus goes blurry then all the sudden there is someone tied spread eagle to the bed. The person appears to be of the male persona, has a medium build, and shoulder length hair.
Jessica: LESTAT?!?
Jessica runs quickly to the bed to find it’s not Lestat at all, but Mr. Showtime. She shakes her head in disbelief.
Jessica: Hunny?? Wh...What happened? Are you okay? Did Shadow do this to you?
The woman quickly starts untying Mr. Showtime as if she was deeply in love with him.
Mr. Showtime: Leave me be! We are no longer together! You left me, and for WHAT? A life where you ruin other married couples lives? You have really changed. I no longer know who you are!
Jessica turns away as tears roll down her face.
Jessica: Showtime, hunny, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you but things were just changing so much. We were lying to each other all the time. I kept the secret about Purity from you, and faking my own kidnapping. I lied so much, but then again so did you, but none of that is an excuse for the ultimate hurt I gave you when I left you and filed for divorce. I am so sorry. Please let me help you now.
Things once again go blurry and now the figure on the bed has changed. It appears to be a younger female with long flowing hair. Jessica looks to the figure closely as her eyes widen in disbelief. Could it really be her? Could she really be here?
Jessica: Leyna?? No, this can’t be real!
Leyna opens her eyes and looks right at Jessica.
Leyna: (Speaking in German) Yes, Jessica it is truly me. I can’t believe how you have hurt me so. How could you just abandon me like you did? I thought we were going to be the best of friends, but no you abandon me, and take my brother away from me yet again. How could you!?
Jessica drops her head down low feeling awful for hurting Leyna.
Jessica: Leyna I am so sorry that I hurt you by leaving you behind, but at the time you were taking care of Silver. You should you know that you are always welcome to come here at anytime. I miss having you around. You are like a little sister to me Leyna.
Once more things go blurry. Jessica rubs her eyes this time seeing another male figure tied to the bed. Her eyes widen even more once she realizes that the man lying on the bed is none other than one of her previous members of Society of Chaos, Silver. She runs quickly to the bed and looks down.
Jessica: Silver??? How can this be? You…
Silver turns his head away from her and acts as if he is shunning her.
Jessica: I didn’t put Lestat up to hurting you I swear! I didn’t convince Leyna to leave you either. All I ever did to you is kept the fact that I had taken over Purity from you! Please don’t shun me like this!
Jessica starts to cry as she realizes all the devastation she has caused just this far. She was really that horrible. She was worse then what everyone was saying. Or, at least she felt that way. Things get blurry once more as Jessica screams out.
Jessica: NOOOOO!
Once her eyes regain correct vision she notices that the bed now holds someone else dear and close to her. This time it was Lestat. Why was he laying on the bed now? What had Jessica done to him that would cause him to appear before her now?
Lestat: How could you do this to me? After all I have ever done for you. All I have ever done is love you, and this is how you repay me? I get a chance to help you harm the person who hurt you and you shun me like I am nothing to you. You treat me like a second rate wrestler when we both know I’m not that at all. I was ever here for you when Mr. Showtime and you went through that horrible divorce.
Jessica looks down as a long frown adorns her face.
Jessica: Lestat I have hurt you too, and never meant to. I am so sorry. I am just horrible. I hurt all those I care about. I should just leave and live alone until the day I die. The world would be a much better place that way.
Lestat: You can’t do that. Do you know how many more people you will hurt if you just run away?
Jessica sobs.
Lestat gently shakes Fire back and forth trying to wake her from her bad dream.
Lestat: Fire, darling, are you okay? Come on wake up.
Showing a bit of worry he shakes a bit harder.
Lestat: JESSICA??
She quickly opens her eyes and sets up quickly. Looking around as if she doesn’t know where she is. Once she realizes where she is at she smiles to Lestat.
Fire: Thanks for waking me. That was a horrible dream.
Lestat: Don’t worry about it. Do you want to watch the promos that have been cut by Chamelion, Sandra, and even Alex?
Fire nods as she sits up letting Lestat sit next to her. They spend the next little bit watching the promos. Fire looks to the PWA camera.
Fire: Well well well. Let me address this mess that I have just witnessed shall I. Chamelion, let’s start with you. You apologize in an odd sense for using me, but that doesn’t make things better. I kinda understand where you are coming from, but there is ALWAYS a choice. You could’ve told me from the start and I would’ve played along and this mystery person would’ve never been any the wiser and I would’ve never thought you were actually in the process of becoming single. You also want to insult me by saying I’m hooking up with Alex. Let’s get something straight right now. I am not and, never will be romantically involved with Alex. This working together you are getting from us is purely for my gain. I wanted someone to help me make you pay, and I turned to him.
You have also mentioned that I brought your wife back into this messy business. I beg to differ. See, if you wouldn’t have been playing games with my emotions then there wouldn’t have ever been a Fire and Chamelion. Then there wouldn’t have been any need for your wife to drag herself back into this business. So if anyone is to blame for your wife getting back into this business it is YOU or you can blame it on the mystery man who seems to be turning your life upside down. Whichever works best for you. Because, I am not to blame for this in any way.
Fire runs her fingers through her tangled hair and smiles a bit as she is finally starting to wake up.
Fire: Now, I guess that brings me to you Sandra. Truthfully and Honestly I didn’t want to bring you back into this business. I honestly thought you and Chamelion were through that is the only reason I tried to hook up with him. So, for my mistake I am sorry. But, what I really want to talk about is that fact that you keep saying things that are not quite true, like calling me a Miss.Proniverse, and saying I worshiped a pregnant moon goddess. Those things are not true. I am not a porn star, I WAS, key word was, once a model, but it wasn’t porno. Also, I do NOT worship any goddesses. So if you wish to insult me at least use something that is truthful. It will make it so much harder for me to debunk it when I speak to the wonderful PWA fans. So take your melancholy self to get help and follow their advice. Generally doctors know what they are talking about, and from what I’ve seen of your promos, you could really use some help.
Fire pulls her hair back and holds it back with a black hair-tie.
Fire: Now one last thing to the both of you. I may have set some things straight, and said that one of you is more important than the other, but please be aware; I am entering this match totally calm. The best thing I can do is win this match and I plan to do just that.
The scene fades to black as Lestat starts to pick up the empty pizza boxes.
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