Post by Aliyah Jaxon on Mar 19, 2018 19:31:52 GMT -5
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With the click of a button, the viewers at home find themselves tuning in to a pre-show edition of L!GHTS OUT, in which the scene fades in to the backstage area of the Plovdiv Roman Theater in Bulgaria - the sight that's playing host for tonight's episode. Wrestling fanatics are quickly filling up the venue for tonight's showcase; screaming, cheering, holding up signs and chanting for some of their favorite stars that are set to step inside the squared circle. Tirelessly, Union Battleground's own backstage reporter, Savannah Skye, had been surveying the backstage area for the majority of the day in hopes of catching a word or two from some of the competitors - but probably no one in particular. One of Union Battleground's newest acquisitions, Aliyah Jaxon, would catch the eye of the young reporter, who's eyes would light up in excitement as she begins to quickly saunter in her direction - the clicking of Skye's heels making contact with the ground being the one thing that would alert the former two-time Women's champion. Donning a black bodysuit, a pair of high-waist denim jeans, matching boots on her feet, and an array of gold jewelry (a watch, bracelets and necklace), Jaxon stops in her tracks before turning around; whipping her auburn-colored locks out of her face and over her shoulder before folding her arms loosely over her chest with an unenthusiastic look heavily expressed upon her face. Rather arrogantly, Jaxon chews on her bubblegum as she looks Savannah up in and down in a judging manner; lightly rolling her eyes whilst Savannah lifts the microphone up to chin level, breathing slightly heavily.
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Aliyah--HEY! You're one of the few people I've been running around hoping to speak with before tonight's show--Evidently.--Uhm, yeah...and I, uh...I just wanted get a quick word from you ahead of your debut tonight - your uh, much-anticipated debut, I should say."
Savannah took notice of Jaxon's attitude almost immediately, and she would almost cautiously bring the microphone to Jaxon's face so she could offer up a response. Jaxon, however, still didn't seem too enthused; rather, a look of annoyance formulated upon her face, in which she would raise an eyebrow before speaking up again.
"First off, honey - how 'bout you try introducing yourself before you start speakin' to me, understood? I mean, uh...you obviously know my name--I mean, why wouldn't you? But uh, I don't see you wearin' a name tag or anything, so don't assume that I'm gonna' know who you are just by lookin' at you, a'ight? Kinda' rude, don'tcha think? Otherwise I'll just assume you're some dumb blonde bimbo chick."
backstage reporter
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Uh, okay, sorry. My name's Savannah Skye. I'm the backstage reporter, just looking to ge-- "
"Okay, OKAY! You're a reporter. Got it, babes. I think I figured that much by the mic in your hand an' the camera crew followin' you around an' stuff. I asked for your name. Nothin' more. So NOW you can start askin' me questions. Smart questions only, please."
backstage reporter
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Uh, right. So, tonight's your official debut match here in Union Battleground - a debut match-up that a lot of people have been hoping and anticipating for about a month now. Any nerves or anxiety heading in to tonight's match against Faren Black?"
"Anxiety?" Aliyah says as she formulates a faint smile over her face. "Awww, Savannah you're so cute!" Jaxon says in a higher pitch and less serious tone in her voice. "But seriously, what's your question? Am I not speakin' slow enough for you? I. Said. Smart. Questions. ONLY."
backstage reporter
SAVANNAH SKYE
"That...that is my question, Aliyah." Jaxon eyes narrow, mouthing the words "really?" as Skye resumes. "I mean, you're coming in to this match tonight heavily-touted by fellow wrestlers and higher-ups alike. I would assume that there's a lot of pressure on you to deliver tonig--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa--hol' up! Excuse you! First of all, I always deliver, understood? Don't get it twisted, honey. I may be in a new company an' everything, but the game remains the same an' I've proven more than once that I'm one of the best at it. Hell, if not? The best. Number one, baby - and nobody else comin' close to being second! So uh, to answer question? No. Not at all."
backstage reporter
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Your match on the Prelims will see you squaring-off against Faren Black--Oh yeah, that's his name.--...Not too much is known about your opponent, but how do you think you'll fair? What do you expect from him?"
"What do I expect from him, Savannah? Hm, let's see here. If I can recall, he's like, what? An eight-year pro in the biz' or somethin', but yet... he hasn't done shit to be warrant of any sort of threat toward someone such as myself? I think I'm correct, so don't bother arguing. An' trust me, I won't take him as such. I just got back from a getting a manicure--yeah, a manicure--so that right there should give you a just an idea on how little I'm expecting from him in our match - if it all." Savannah looks down at Aliyah's nails with a baffled expression. "What?! If I'm gonna claw someone's eyes out, I'mma have to do it in style!" A scoff follows as she says this, in which Aliyah proceeds to flash her gloss-painted nails in the camera lenses. "But if you really want me to be honest with you, Sav', the guy's less-than-stellar track record is one of the few issues I have with my match-up tonight - but, it's not my biggest gripe. Not at all." Jaxon clears her throat a bit before resuming. "Y'see; as you said a minute ago, I'm comin' in to this match heavily-touted - as I should be. I'm a former multiple-time champion - something that Faren Black can't even say he did a single time.I've made waves; I've conquered, I've dominated and I've made any an' everybody that's stepped to me drop to their knees an' bow down at my feet, 'cos I've never accepted anything less than that. And I'll continue to do such. So, that begs the question as to why, oh WHY am I not only stuck fightin' Faren Black - some thirty year-old, emo-lookin' loser - yeah, a LOSER - who probably locks himself inside of his bedroom an' lights candles, listens to My Chemical Romance an' cuts himself whilst he scribbles poetry or some shit, but I'm also relegated to do so... on the PRELIMS?! I'm not even on the opener for the main show, but hey--you know what? At this point, what can I do, huh? Easy. I won't just defeat Faren, nah. I'll simply dominate and humiliate him to the point where he'll scurry away an' hide in the shadows and darkness FOR GOOD - or maybe even cut himself just a lil' bit deeper so he can permanently take away whatever pain he's feeling. Then, an' only then, will the magical match-makers of this shindig can put me in the rightful spotlight that I've already earned looooong before the ink dried up on the contract. To put it simply, Faren's in a situation where he's a NOBODY tryin' to become a somebody at the expense of a competitor - an elite competitor - who's a lot more than just a SOMEBODY! Ask about me, sweetie! An' you can best believe there's not a thing--A SINGLE THING--he or anyone else, for that matter, can do that'll shift this crown even an inch off the top of my head! Faren's thinking tonight's gonna' go in his favor, but tonight's gonna' be the complete opposite of whatever his ideal experience is - and that's a promise. I'm sure he hopes to be seen as someone who has a lot more potential than what he's shown over the years, or maybe someone who could even possibly lead this place in to the future - and maybe he will, who knows...but what he fails to realize that his immediate future will see him being used as my own personal doormat and a stepping stone straight to the top! And rest assured, Aliyah Jaxon is about to get to steppin'."
