Post by Aliyah Jaxon on May 1, 2018 14:26:22 GMT -5
With the simple click of a button - whether it be on your smartphone, tablet, laptop or computer - a media player opens up on your screen, in which the ever-so dreaded buffer icon emerges before you. Soon, however, the video eventually commences; thus, fading in from pitch black and greeting the viewers with the beautiful mug of none other than ALIYAH JAXON. The prevailing smug expression and overall demeanor was on full display right from the get-go, as Jaxon is seen donning a white crop underneath a black leather jacket, a pair of distressed denim blue jeans and a pair of black combat-styled boot worn on her feet whilst her long, auburn-colored hair would be styled in a French braid and worn over her left shoulder. The room Miss Jaxon would be occupying is brightly-lit and was void of any loud, vibrant colors - just simply white all-around. A quick smirk finds itself formulating upon Jaxon's visage prior to opening her mouth to speak in front of the camera.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you know the name an' you know the face - it's Union Battleground's Elite Empress herself, Aliyah Jaxon. You're probably watchin' this at home or whatever, askin' yourself and wonderin' how the outcome of my last match will somehow affect the outcome of my next match in just a few short days - but hey, listen up. I gotchu'. I'm here to provide you all with an answer, people..." A very brief pause, followed by a light chuckle here before she resumes. "It can't affect me, and it won't." As she says this, her eyes begin narrowing toward the camera with a stern look now heavily expressed in her eyes. "I won't be affected in the least bit, 'cos it's mono y mono, one-on-one in Dublin against Trixie. No trashy, stupid - yeah, that's right - STUPID partners to hinder my success and stop me from doin' what I do best--and that's win! And speakin' of winnin', I'd be oh-so remiss to not to mention said partner by name; and that's Josie Pleasure, the win-less Josie Pleasure, might I add - who somehow, has managed to find herself in a World title match...above me. I know, right? It's a head-scratch-er, for sure. A woman who got her face drug from pillar to fuckin' post by yours truly is in one of the main-events for a World title, an' if that isn't just flat-out dumb and STUPID like she is, then I don't know what else is. For those of you watchin' at home, I'm sure I made it quite clear when I first arrived--CRYSTAL CLEAR, actually--that my intentions were straight-forward and simple; and that was to win championships and not just be a star in Union Battleground, but THE star. I walk, talk, look and wrestle like a star, which is evident by my track record so far unlike a certain someone - so to even imply that Josie Pleasure--or hell, ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER, even the likes of Trixie, is more fit to be champion let alone compete for a title than I am is nothin' short of asinine! It's disrespectful an' anyone who knows me just a lil' bit knows full an' well that disrespect? It's somethin' I DON'T tolerate! And oh, how fitting is that disrespect is what has lead me to my match against Trixie at War of the Worlds?"
Aliyah says, whilst heavily rolling her eyes out of annoyance at the mere mention of the woman's name and the thought of even competing in a pay-per-view match-up against the fellow star. Jaxon continues with a confident smirk plastered over her face.
"Yes, Trixie. Ya'know, the same woman I who I stomped out in my very first night for reasons that may be...I dunno', questionable to some? Lookin' at it from my point of view, though, where you're someone who isn't even featured on the main show and is relegated to the prelims against a guy who's nothing more than a glint in the eye of the wrestling biz', then yeah - my, uh..."disrespectful" and questionable actions that night may not seem soooo...questionable. It may not have you askin' yourself "why?", but instead, askin' yourself "why wouldn't she?". Any man or woman that knows me will tell you that I simply take. Not just take what I'm given, but simply take...what I want. What I want, is money! What I want, is championship gold! What I want, is power, baby - and that's EXACTLY what I'll take come hell or high water. But what I was given, however, was disrespect. It was flat-out disrespect in the form of Prelim matches against sub-par "competition" that aren't even fit to shine my fuckin' boots and a tag team partner who's incompetent and foolish. Had I not made a statement and sent a message in my debut night after Trixie failed miserably to become a champion, who's to say I'd even have a match tonight? Instead of sittin' on my hands backstage, watchin' people in spots that I feel belong to ME and taking whatever it was that was simply given to me, I decided to do somethin' about it and show the entire World what's up, 'cos evidently management is totally unaware of who I am and what I bring to the table - and I can assure everybody that it's a helluva' lot more than what Trixie can even imagine serving up on her end! So in other words, be prepared, Trixie. I'm beggin' you too. Be prepared for a very, very long night that'll see you get tossed to the wayside after you get out-wrestled, out-classed and out-matched in every way possible from bell to freakin' bell, honey! If beatin' those pretty lil' eyes of yours completely SHUT is what it takes to OPEN the eyes of management, then so be it!" Jaxon exclaims this, with both fist tightly clinched at her sides with somewhat of a menacing look expressed in her hazel-colored eyes. A bit of laughter escapes from her mouth as she resumes her speech."And yeah, I know, I know...beating your eyes shut an' everything? That sounds...I dunno', a bit extreme, maybe? It's nothin' personal, doll face, trust - but, it's extremely necessary. A girl's gotta' do what a girl's gotta' do, ya'know?But hey, don't worry, though...'cos I'll be nice for once an' I'll comfort you with the fact that this beat down is something you'll actually see comin'..."
FIN.
Last Edit: May 1, 2018 16:38:31 GMT -5 by Aliyah Jaxon
Just Brad's blue eyes are seen eyeballing something ahead of him. Trixie's school friend, as she aged 14 with a high ponytail, no fringe eyeballs what Brad is watching.
TRIXIE: "Don't be so dramatic."
Lowering an eyebrow at Brad.
Brad: "You have to time it just right..."
TRIXIE: "It's just popcorn."
As is revealed by a bag of popcorn being expanded in the microwave. It dings and Brad takes it out of the microwave and pours it into a bowl. There's ranch dip, salsa, bbq and guacamole in a pot divided into four surrounded by chips. Homemade pizza bagels, garlic knots on a tray with an italian half roll stacked with grilled pastrami, swiss cheese, coleslaw and pickles with a few tater tots in a neat pile.
Brad: "Err you asked me to help make you a range of food for your guy, and I think I bloody well knocked it out the park as you say. You do say that, don't you?"
Still new to the country, Brad's immersion wasn't quite there.
TRIXIE: "I would have made all of this but I had to go out and buy this cute dress after I found out he prefers red over magenta."
She says showing it off as her discarded, burned eggs were in the trash by Brad who didn't bother to tell her he'd thrown them away, letting Trixie continue to believe she was a good cook.
Brad: "So who's coming over?"
TRIXIE: "Clayton. But his last name is Hennesy, his dad is Irish and he totally has that cute Irish accent I could just spend hours listening to it."
She smiles with a tilt of her head, breaking off the corner of a chip to eat nervously hoping her date to arrive would love her apartment, the food, dress, the movie and all go well.
Brad: "I like how they say mirror."
BEAT.
Brad: (Poor Irish Accent) "MRRRR"
Trixie shakes her head, clearly preferring Clayton's and Brad quickly covers his faux pas with a question/change of topic.
Brad: "He's bringing over his favourite movie then?"
Trixie gives her phone a look, checking the time left to do any last minute touch ups on herself, the room before he arrived.
TRIXIE: "Yep. If things go well tonight I could totally see us taking a trip to Ireland, I've never been."
Daydreaming herself again.
Brad: "But what's the movie called?"
Trixie pulls out her phone scrolls through her texts with him, her face brightening up to the light as well as some of the messages.
TRIXIE: "War of the worlds."
INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - YEARS LATER - PRESENT
Trixie is looking over the photo of her old apartment, now in a much grander home thanks to her hardwork globally in the business. She turns around to show off her Prime Girl shirt she's known to wear in EWC, but her hint of camo shorts much like Rosita in the walking dead as her Superkick Sentry gun name she wears in CWC, unified in Union.
TRIXIE: "War of the worlds. Aliyah."
Trixie says with a clear little hint of dislike in her voice, short and sharply spoken.
TRIXIE: "War of the worlds. Aliyah gets to meet me with no Pleasure and I'm without Archer, good luck by the way, sweetie.
But Jaxon, you're left all alone with me. Like we were at the very end of our match when my knee dropped you. We, me, you, our tag partners and the fans in Dublin know that's totally how I can win.
But you did attack me. You stomped your foot into my head as if you were taking a step up the ladder here in Union, but I 'kneed' you back down. Here we are."
TRIXIE: "War of the worlds. Ireland. My world, reality, vs. your fabricated world where you seem to believe you deserve more. Empress, it's a good name, I've certainly seen other Empresses in this business, but you're the Empress in Union, I'll give you that.
Because like many great action movies, a lot of emperors, or empresses totally turn out to be evil and one brave rebel stands up to take them down. You're looking at her. The Prime Girl."
She then smiles, tapping her logo over her chest and then pulls her fist up to cover the logo, striking the pose of a fighter.
TRIXIE: "I'm a fighter. I've fought for love, I've fought for glory and in both, I've had some wins and some losses being single right now.
But I'm here to fight for the bigger thing, my own self-respect.
That's what this match is about to me. Ireland, War of the Worlds is where I'll be knocking you down and making the killshot to the back of your head, a well placed superkick to the back of your head WILL let you see how it feels BUT"
Her fist changes as her index finger bursts out to momentarily pause the fans on her point.
TRIXIE: "But that specific kick will totally let the Irish fan see the Empress bow before The Prime Girl as the fallen. I've given you your first loss in Union Battleground, I can and I will do it again."
She nods and the feed comes to a close, narrowing around Trixie's hazel eyes, glaring and determined as ever. She would be going to Ireland soon.
