Post by Blake Archer on Apr 12, 2018 2:11:37 GMT -5
Standing there looking at the cold metal look, the void eye holes. This is not my face, but my wife means well by getting me this one. Last L!ights Out I tried to have fun, but where did it really get me?
Blake shakes his head and turns away from the alter where the mask is displayed. As the scene broadens, various copies of belts hang on wood panel walls. He came into this room after he won the GWP World title, he introduced her to all the rest of them. He turns, looking once more at the mask as if it had spoken or moved. With his illness, that is not rare so he tries to ignore it. This is where he regains his solitude. It is hard to be light and dark, to keep yourself from going across that line when it feels so natural. That is what he is aiming to do now that he has two boys to set an example for.
Mary-Jane: "My love. You are in a match with all women isn't that exciting?"
Blake thinks about saying something, but feels like it will just sound stupid. He trains a lot with his wife and here lately with his cousin and eldest daughter. So far, they are tougher to train with than any males because they have that natural chip on their shoulder.
Mary-Jane: "Love, I know that you been feeling a little blue since the doctor gave you orders to slow down, but the real fans are not going to turn against you.”
Blake: "That isn’t it babe. I am dishonoring our house.”
Mary-Jane: "What?”
Blake: "Brave and self-centered, even seemingly selfish; well-versed in dealing with financial issues. You know I looked over the charts, it says we’re not even compatible.”
She looks over his shoulder and sees the astrology textbooks he has been pouring over. His sprain hasn’t sidelined him, but the politics weighing on him while he continues to carry the GWP World Title is.
Mary-Jane: "What are you and Josie?”
Blake: "Usually the best. I know I looked it up. I was in my early twenties when I met Josie. Her and Shane were still acting like Ron and Hermione. They have never been side characters to me MJ. I made SURE that they were never side characters to me!”
Mary-Jane: "I know love.”
Blake: "When Shane won the Universe title, people said he couldn't win that big one. I made sure he won it. I am enemies with The Wild One Dax Clark for life now because I choose Shane. What the hell is their problem, do they forget?”
Mary-Jane: "You are all on edge because of how unstable work has been since Fox River burned down. You had no decisions to make. You woke up where you went to bed. Each day you knew you would see Josie and Shane, things didn’t change much if at all. You all three lived like that for nearly seven years.”
He stands up, ignoring the fact his wife has came into his personal sanctuary to check on him. He looks at his accolades on the wall the same way a hunter collects trophies of his game. He sees a picture of himself when he was a real blue chipper. Eighteen and the world was exciting and still felt new, not cold like it does now. Next to him was his tag team partner, he punches the picture without thinking.
Mary-Jane: "(Beep).”
He glares at her and she cups her hands over her face realizing she slipped and used his legal name.
Blake: "I am sure people are erased all the time, but how many of them are crazy? I don’t mean oh I am crazy, I mean, bordering on psychotic. Around people my heart is always pumping. I know what it is like to want to tie the people that judge you to a pole. Grease them up and set them on fire, perhaps you get some really hungry dogs and let them eat someone to the bone. I used to hear act up again I will feed you to the hogs boy! I knew that the ringmaster meant it. I think that was what made me snap. I needed Dorian. I needed him to protect me, but now I am stronger.”
His wife doesn’t know what to say, he’s always hated how people like him when behind his mask. It is a security blanket for him that many might take advantage of just like he feels over her and the children.
Blake: "You gave me back my face…. Why?”
Mary-Jane: "The mask? I made it, I-I know how you feel. I can compartmentalize love. You are not able to and f--- anyone that judges you for being you. I happen to love you the way you are, it is like being married to a lot of different people. I think you are too big a personality to be contained.”
He looks over at the mask she’d given him, it looks cold like steel. It is more like something forged in fire than the face he actually remembers looking at in the mirror yet he feels that demon almost possessing it.
Blake: "I have been places before Josie you know, places that prepared me for Union Battleground. What type of teacher am I if I do not guide her? One month, everyday for seven hours we were locked together in a cage. Everyday my capture told her to try and break me. I am not the GWP World Champion because I am a man. I am the champion because I earned it. There isn’t an excuse for last L!ghts out, I got burned playing with fire.”
Mary-Jane: "No someone put their...foot on my property! Stop being so shy about it. You know if you let Josie do that I will be so pissed off. Work more on blocking if you have to, do I have to call up your dad?"
Blake: "NO!"
He grumbles at her. He gets her point sitting here letting himself drown in his own thoughts is not going to prepare him for anything. At least not right now. ====================================
Blake: "This time I need to return somewhere Josie hasn’t been. I have roots, and while some of them have went off to become a tree of their own I am still a part of that tree of life. I guess some people make fun of looking to the stars for answers. I can laugh about looking to a book written by a KING to give them answers. I just haven't got time to make irrelevant judgements. I did that with Kai Stevens. I figured you wrong, you are not below getting dirty to get what you want. People here might take advantage of that, just like they could take offense to the way I carry myself. Pride is only a sin if in excess. I don't need to explain to Josie why I am here. The world... it can be a lot. I hold that in my hands at least my mind believes so. Greed, even humans need greed to survive, shutting that off would make one less human. I say it is that ambition that sets us apart. I have a partner that has shown her ambition quite clearly and she isn't giving up on it. I don't think I have to say that Trixie and myself is the obvious better team. I do the hard hitting when it is needed and trust me I will be waiting to take that shot. We're friends... standing across from each other. You want people to believe that you would hold this championship if you were a man. I don't think so Josie. I won my first match here one my third match, so this is your chance. Is it possible that you can finally get something in the win column before fighting me for this at War of the Worlds?"
He looks down at the belt he has around his waist, the title he is spending some bonding time with right now. It will be her showcase coming up and his job to display the talent she covets.
Blake: "War. Friends against friends, brothers and sisters fighting for rank. This is what is awaiting us after L!ghts Out. How it happens doesn't matter but either Josie or Aliyah will find their shoulders pinned down to that mat. I have been sharpening my skills this week, I realize this isn't just fun and games anymore is it? Kai Stevens woke me up. Josie might be thinking she is going to use this match to size me up. After all winning is nice, but it is winning one of these shiny prizes that really puts the icing on that cake isn't it. This is you last chance before this is on the line, come and get me Josie if you can, I am not going back to sleep anymore."
Post by Aliyah Jaxon on Apr 15, 2018 19:34:42 GMT -5
Having notched back-to-back singles victories under her belt upon her debut in Union Battleground, Aliyah Jaxon now finds herself in tag team competition come this Friday's edition of L!GHTS OUT!, which is emanating from London, England - a country that she's become quite accustomed to over her brief pro-wrestling career thus far.
The scene opens up somewhere backstage, where we see Aliyah Jaxon's personal male chauffeur accompanying her with luggage being toted in both of his hands; the laborious look expressed upon his visage and the slow, steady stride in his step indicating that the luggage he was a being forced to carry was bit too heavy for him to haul all at once. Jaxon, however, showed no care, which is quite evident based on the apathetic demeanor that was conveyed after the doors slammed completely shut in the face of the grey-haired gentlemen. With her back turned, she'd briefly pause for moment; heavily rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh of annoyance before turning on her heel and opening the door for the chauffeur with reluctance. "WILL YOU HURRY UP?!", she exclaims, as the driver enters the vicinity as quickly as he possible whilst Jaxon props the door open and looks on in a neglecting manner. Out of further disregard for the man, Aliyah sharply snaps her finger together; ordering the bag-carrier to follow her in the direction of her locker room. The sudden appearance of the company's backstage reporter, Savannah Skye, however, causes Jaxon's saunter down the long hall to come to a halt. With a microphone in hand, Miss Skye approaches Aliyah and greets her with a bright, welcoming smile.
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Hey, Aliya--..."
"Can yoooou, I dunno'...walk n' talk with me? That'd be great. If not, move an' get outta' my face."
Jaxon would say, obviously not feeling in the mood to have an interview conducted - especially not one that was planned. Because of this, Jaxon would hardly acknowledge Skye's presence and wouldn't bother breaking her sight from what's in front of her.
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Oh, yeah--sure! I just wanted to kno--..."
"HEY! You hard of hearin', old man? I said pick up the pace! You know what's gonna' happen? You gonna' end up fired--yeah, that's right--FIRED tryna' make me feel sorry for you because you can't haul a few bags!" Aliyah says all of this after quickly glancing over her shoulder, noticing that the chauffeur was now having bated breath in an attempt make the long distance. "He'll catch up, but anyways, whad'ya want?"
SAVANNAH SKYE
"Just wanted to get a few comments from you, Aliyah - first, about your win from last week against Josie Pleasure. Much like the week before, your win seemed to have come easily."
"Well, ya'know somethin', Sav'? The best make it look easy, baby girl - sometimes a bit too easy. But in my case? It didn't look easy, nah. Ya'know why? 'Cus it WAS easy, Sav'! And I'll admit somethin'... Josie managed to put up a better fight than I had expected, so I'll give her a lil' bit of praise for that - but that's about it."
SAVANNAH SKYE
"And that begs the first question I have for you, Aliyah - how do you thing the tandem of you and Josie will fare against Blake Archer and Trixie?"
"Look, Sav'. If there's one thing that you should know about me - an' it's probably somethin' you've already figured out by now - it's that I don't really play nice with others. Nothin' personal or anything, trust me. I just prefer to do things solo dolo, but if I gotta' have a partner tonight just to get myself up the rankings, then so be it. Assuming that Josie isn't holdin' any sort of grudge or "hard feelings" over the L that I gave her last week and assuming she proves to be a worthy partner by putting up somewhat of a decent fight unlike last week's match--if you even wanna' call it that--then yeah, we won't just fare well against Blake and Trixie, honey. We're gonna' come out of it as winners. I'd like to think Josie is smarter than she looks and decides to see last week as more of a... lesson rather than a straight-up ass whoopin', 'cos if last week should let her and anyone else know anything, it's that I'll be leader of this tandem, not her. I'll be callin' the shots and I'll ultimately lead us to a dub. And then Josie and her boyfriend can BOTH thank me for givin' her a tally in that win column of hers that I just knooow she's been strugglin' to get."
SAVANNAH SKYE
"As I already mentioned, your opponents will be Blake Archer and Trixie - the woman you attacked last week on your debut night. I don't recall you ever giving anyone a clear explanation as to why yo--..."
"Oh, really? An' ya'know somethin', Savannah? I don't recall having to give you or ANYONE an explanation for my actions. I uh, I don't really know who everyone else is, but I'll let you know who I am, since you apparently aren't too aware, sweetie. My name's Aliyah fuckin' Jaxon an' I'll say an' do whatever I wanna' do to whoever I please, capiche? Is that uh, "clear" enough for you? Is that a good enough explanation that'll make everyone happy an' content? If so, then great. If not, then just kiss my ass."
And as she says this, Jaxon finally arrives to her locker room door; twisting and turning the door knob and pushing the door open as the chauffeur tirelessly trails behind.
"'Bout time, slow ass!" She says, rolling her eyes once more as she watches the chauffeur prop the baggage alongside the wall with contempt in her eyes. "Okay, see ya' bye, hold hag! Oh, an' uh, that goes for you too, Skye. That's all your gettin' from me right now, 'kay? Just be happy I even gave you the time of the day. How 'bout you go interview Trixie an' Blake? Tell 'em I said be ready to bow down."
FIN.
Last Edit: Apr 16, 2018 2:19:56 GMT -5 by Aliyah Jaxon
Post by Josie Pleasure on Apr 15, 2018 22:05:10 GMT -5
The scene opens backstage to Josie's locker room as she paces back and forth like a caged animal mumbling to herself as she rubs the strands of hair snatched from Chambers along her cheek. Her boyfriend, Shane Trudex, is watching silently as he has seen this behavior before and knows what is about to happen. White knuckling the loose hair as though an invisible force is trying to pry it from her hands. Back and forth like the pendulum of a clock, Shane's eyes follow her every movement with precision.
They're underestimating me!
She keeps mumbling that on repeat like a worn out record. She can feel the darkness taking hold, her arms feel restricted like when the hospital put her in that bright white jacket that made her hug herself. Her mind is filling with the voices that are pleading with her to let them loose. She just keeps rubbing that bundle of hair on her cheek as the mumbling ceases and she can now be understood.
Jaxon, I'm not butt hurt that you handed me the "L" and I don't need your praise of how tough my fight was. I came up short plain and simple, but fool me once shame on you. See we have to be a cohesive unit this week in that you speak the truth, but like you, I don't play very well with others either and really I view this match as a handicap, three on one cuz from where I sit, you won't be much help. Handing me my first win? I think not baby girl cuz I'm the baddest bitch that walks this planet and for two weeks I've been playing possum and now it's time that I show how it's done. I don't care about your lame attacks on unsuspecting victims, it's old news and I don't care for reruns, but since you brought it up...I nearly made Chambers bald in my debut so whose to say that I don't rip something from you? As far as your lil princess attitude goes, I've already grown sick of it. Just be warned Jaxon, you want me as friend more than you do an enemy and right now you're tittering on the edge and it's up to me whether I pull ya back or give you that final send off. I suggest you choose wisely.
Trixie, I don't know you, but I'm sorry to say you're on the wrong side of the battle lines. I don't know what kind of history you and Archer have, but I know what kind of history he and I have and it's not pretty. So you have a choice as well cuz you're about to walk through a mind field so I hope that you know what you're doing otherwise you're about to lose a limp or even your life. Is he really worth all that? I mean I know we had no say in who our partners are cuz believe me I could have found someone far more qualified to stand beside me, but with that being said you hold your destiny in your hands at this very moment. You could take me on as a guide and I can get you safely to the otherside or you can take your chances and pray that you know what you're doing. Think you've got what it takes?
Archer...no wait...I want to talk to my old pal, Dorian. I see that you're fighting to gain control once again, isn't it funny how you are constantly shoved back in the box like an old toy? At one time you were a real menace and I know that you really miss those days. You're just another voice inside that crowded mind begging to be heard and really you're the one that should be the loudest. Go ahead Archer, put that mask on, set him free cuz I wanna play, don't you wanna come out and play Dorian? This watered down version of your former self is boring, stop trying to be a hero and embrace the villain. Being good gets you nowhere in this business listen to Dorian, hell listen to Pain. I know that she's roaming around in that head of yours, she'd love for you to hand over the reigns and get this party started gothic style. What are you scared of Archer? You afraid there's no returning from this trip? Damn I think even MJ, gets worn out with your constant whining and maybe she's ready for a change, a taste of the wild instead of the mild. If these back to back losses have taught me anything is that it's time for me to get mean and let go of this good Josie. Come on, Dorian come play cuz all these people are pushing us back to the beasts we try to cage. SET HIM FREE!
The mumbling takes over again, but Shane is now pacing with her, whispering something constantly in her ear. She smiles like a Cheshire cat, Shane still whispering in her ear the whole time as she continues to rub the hair on her cheek. Let it go baby, they deserve it, show them the darkness.
Trixie comes out of the office of her agent, Charles Florence. Another sort of dismissive meeting with him as that one she had back during LO21. The blonde composes herself as she runs into a camera man with a news.
Male Voice: "If it isn't the Prime Girl Trixie. Keep rolling."
Trixie comes to an absolute halt in her suede heels as the young looking paparazzi type guy steps in with a fake tan but smartly dressed.
TRIXIE: "I don't really want to talk right now."
Male Voice: "We can't get just a short snippet for your tag match, I mean Batallion match with Archer. You and Archer coming off a loss while Jaxon literally stomped her way through Faren Black."
The second person today to relay her recent loss to her got to Trixie as she took a deep breath. Mentally trying to count to ten.
TRIXIE: "She won a singles match, her partner Josie didn't. I've had and won batallion matches in Union Battleground and elsewhere. Remember Beautiful Storm?"
Paparazzi Guy: "Tornado isn't here anymore."
TRIXIE: "I'm aware. But he's doing great work in Octane and that was because of my mentorship. I don't need to mentor Blake Archer. Did you not see him practically rip out Johnny Vachon's arm with that fujiwara back in Japan? It's no secret I too use the armbar and doesn't take a doctor to know Jaxon and Josie have far slender and "snappier" arms. They go for a clothesline and myself, or the king of Canines, could totally have them ready to tap out."
Paparazzi Guy: "Alright alright alright, fine."
He says annoyed she appeared more knowledgeable than he gave her credit for.
Paparazzi Guy: "So is this your new team now? Are you and Blake an item?"
TRIXIE: "Might need to check your sources…I think we're all very familiar with Blake being married. Happily. "
Trixie has now walked out of the building to the crisp Vegas sun momentarily glaring the camera.
Paparazzi Guy: "Wait, I have a couple more questions."
TRIXIE: "Sorry. I have places to go, people to see and matches to train for."
CUT TO:
INT. DINER - LATER THAT DAY
Trixie enters the little diner after a day at the gym, spending it training and working on the match tapes of Pleasure and Jaxon's tenure as well as having herself work on a few little surprises for the match. Opposite her as she sits down is a broader gentlemen with glasses, breath taken away by Trixie's beauty literally as he takes a hit from his inhaler. She couldn't help but smile at the compliment.
TRIXIE: "Hi, Simon. Thank you for coming."
Simon: (STRAINED) "It's quite alright. I saw that ambush earlier. Not nice."
Trixie shrugged but enjoyed the sympathetic understanding while gazing on the laptop and iPad Simon had laid out. She did lightly chuckle.
TRIXIE: "Still can't believe after all these years your still helping me with all the stats."
Simon: "It's always a pleasure. I got to tackle 10th grade math while in 7th grade, it was honestly a joy. Now."
He dives right in making Trixie jump a little by showing her graphs and charts.
Simon: "According to my data. Aliyah has quite a bit of a resume. And Josie has way more. If the news sites and database are true, she and Blake did team at one point in time to win the IWS Tag Team titles."
She nods a little surprised.
TRIXIE: "Oh wow. I guess that does mean Blake knows her very well and can use his experience against her to surprise her. I'm pretty sure that this is the first time they're teaming together."
Simon quickly consults his notes and nods.
TRIXIE: "Whereas Blake and I may be teaming up but we've spent a while in Union Battleground together. And he's very tall and powerful."
Simon: "And let's not forget your chun-lee like kicking ability."
The reference goes over Trixie's head a little as she furrows her brow.
Simon: "She's a-unimportant. Here."
He shows Trixie another little human model with a red spine and a blue head. Before Simon can impress her, Trixie catches on.
TRIXIE: "So she's had a couple of concussions and a bad spine. I do totally putA LOT into my superkicks to the back of the head or the spine. I mean, I don't want to cause them any damage but…I kinda need to win…"
FLASHBACK TO:
AGENCY BUILDING - LAS VEGAS - EARLIER THAT DAY
Trixie sits opposite her agent Charles Florance inside his office while he's flicking through a certain file with some identity documents which has Trixie a little uneasy when the folder does have her name on the front.
Charles Florance: "So, you shouldn't have too much trouble with this one. Aliyah and Pleasure. Reminds me of this one girl I knew called Pleasure."
Trixie shuts her eyes as a small shudder runs down her spine.
TRIXIE: "No, I'm sure I can with Blake. I know I've messed up a lot on this season against too many. I'm succeeding everywhere else, I'm going to do it."
Charles Florance: "Yeah I'd prefer to see you actually do that, Trix. I mean really shatter these girls and let Union know that Charlie's Angel is wicked and fierce. I want your next opponent to cover their eyes after watching your tag match, I want them to repress that memory and have a breakdown in 5 years' time in therapy because of what you did to Aliyah and Pleasurina. I don't handle losers, don't be one. Get to these girls and stack the deck. You're a Vegas girl after all. You've got a hulk pyscho on your team. You need to win."
FLASHFORWARD TO:
INT. DINER - LATER THAT DAY
TRIXIE: "I kinda need to win…"
Trixie smiles, disguising the pressure she was under from her agent.
Simon: "Well, I know both you and Blake are incredible strikers. You should watch this superkick he does to Johnny"
TRIXIE: "I'm very familiar. So we've got great catch strikes. Great submission ability to blend together which will totally wear down our opponents. A giant and a lightning quick blonde."
Simon: "And you'll be in London, very lively crowd."
Trixie smiles ever so confidently for the first time today.
TRIXIE: "Oh that doesn't bother me at all, sweetie. The louder the better, I have a feeling Lights Out this time is going to be full of energy from open to close like it was one long scumbag society concert."
Simon gets out of his laptop bag his little Luke Knux funko pop figure thinking Trixie was as big of a fan of them as he was.
Simon: "Yes it will."
He says as suggestively as he can, with Trixie being completely oblivious to it. Soon their waitress comes over, makes a small wise crack about the graphs and gadgets on their table that has Trixie giggle slightly.
