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Post by The BombTrax on Jun 28, 2016 6:40:36 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday July 6th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, July 5th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
{MAIN EVENT}
Singles Match
Nova Wonder versus Alexandra Kelly
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2016 19:18:37 GMT
●out of character● here we go. Thanks tons to Jackson for making this wonderful CD part possible <3
●next match● Alexandra Kelly versus Nova Wonder
●I came. I saw. I fucked up. Short and sweet. Just like Alexandra Kelly herself. A lot of things had gone wrong as of late. Which was the main reason she had asked for a brief vacation. Settling her troubled mind. Or better said, putting some order to all this disorder in ther life. But things wouldn't fix themselves. She knew that. If life gave you lemons... someone was hiding the tequila. The silence had been going on for too long. If we indeed burn down, at least it will be in style. And while on the subject- taking as many motherfuckers down as possible. Team Pixie was still a thing. And it's leader was finally coming home. There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all you believed in and the thought that you were. ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan●
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●Rolling Stones●
LOCATION: Tokyo; Japan
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
To say she was nervous did not even come close to all those feelings inside her stomach. She felt excited, sick then excited again. They had not seen each other in months. In reality it felt like a lifetime. So much time wasted for nothing. And for what? Nothing. Lies and betrayal caused a good thing to end. Almost.
Forgetting about the business relationship herself and Jackson share- there was a lot more. When meeting back in Carnage Wrestling they had gotten close. Very close. But nothing romantic about this. She had adopted him as a father. The first person she would call when something had happened. Good or bad. And no matter what the world thought they knew about Jackson- they knew nothing. He had grown fond on Alexandra Kelly. Inviting her in. Making her his business. But that was then.
He had insisted picking her up from the airport but she wasn’t ready for that. Instead she had rented a car- giving herself some time. All the small things rushing through her head. How to greet him? What to say? Those thoughts were interrupted when she arrived way too early. Making her way through the crowded streets towards the entrance. No one took notice of her. Which was some sort of relief. Moments later she had arrived at his room, hesitating to knock.
“C’mon. Don’t be a wuss.”
She knocked softly. Waiting for a response. The sound of heavy footsteps actually echoed through the thin door, giving her no time to actually back out before it opened. Jackson stood there, his hair a little longer than it had been the last time they’d actually been face to face. A wry smile curved his lips as he took a step back, allowing her entry if she chose to take it.
“Good to see you, Pixie Lee.” There was warmth in his voice, a tease of that sarcastic laugh of his.
It felt like nothing had changed. But she knew better. And while they both probably looked a little different- she still saw the man she once knew. Yeah. Dramatic and all that. Alexandra was taking a seat on one of the stools, obviously tired from the long flight. He by then had closed the door. There was the urge to hug him but she knew better than to overstep that line. Yet.
“I am less offended by that name since you are using it. But it had been a trend for a while.” She smiled a little but her eyes remained serious. “You haven’t aged a day. A young wife suits you well, huh?”
“Happiness suits me,” he replied, crossing the room to the little kitchenette before pulling open the fridge. “Is it too early for a drink? Assuming you’re still on Louisiana time, or wherever it is that you’re hanging your hat. You want beer? Water, maybe?”
“Beer sounds perfect. And wasn’t you the one that told me about the fact- that it is always 2am somewhere.” She laughed. Getting up from the stool again. Somewhat restless. “After all this time, I don’t think water will pay the bill.”
Nodding, he let out a hoarse chuckle, “can’t take credit for that, really. I just twisted the words to a terrible song.” Grabbing two silver cans of Sapporo, he crossed back to her side, handing her one. “Kinda grown fond of this one- it’s gluten free so you know I can justify it that way. Gotta watch my figure.”
She looked at him from head to toes hiding the growing grin. “For your age you look fantastic.” Alexandra would remain serious a little longer before bursting out laughing. It was like poking a bear. But then again back then he knew how to handle it. “Jokes aside, I have seen guys less your age looking worse. You are still handsome.”
She opened the beer and had a huge sip. Nearly choking but she wouldn’t dare to make a funny face. Trying to hide the fact that she had a heart rate that was unhealthy at this moment.
He took a slow, measured sip of his own brew, studying her closely, “I should have reached out to you sooner.” The words came out slowly as he perched against the metal arm of the little futon that was far too low to the floor otherwise. “Maybe could have avoided…” Jackson paused, considering the right word, “this unpleasantness. Not that I’m calling this visit that. Just talking about that look on your face when you don’t think anyone’s watching.”
It took several moments before she looked up to him. He noticed. Not many did. She had perfected her act over the past months. After Carnage. After CJ Wylde. After everything. But he still noticed. She put the can down before walking closer- not close but closer. Those dark eyes looking at him, focusing on some spots in his eyes.
“I should have not just walked away. My mind had been filled with poison. I know that now- but back then I didn’t. I thought you had left me. Abandoned me from the little family we had created. You, Missy and me. To cut this mushy thing short. I was hurt. And I reacted in the only way I know. I walked away.” She took a small pause. “Many things have gone wrong since that day, but that is not why I am here. I have lost my way.”
“It happens, kiddo.” He stayed where he was, knowing that any sudden movement on his part might spook her. The amount of effort it had taken for her to fly around the world just for this conversation was enough of an indication how bad it had become without her spelling out all the details. “We both drank from the same well. Just glad I got out when I did. Place is a joke now- fuckin’ shitshow. Actually makes that carnival look good by comparison. But you’re not here to talk about ancient history.” He took another measured drink of his beer, watching her shift her weight from one foot to the other, restless and indecisive. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Let’s start with the easy part. My career is kinda not satisfying me. I just don’t know where to move it. Yeah. I have changed a lot. But deep inside I am still too sensitive. Too insecure. Too much me.” She avoided looking at him. Aware of how small she appeared in this moment- something she did not appreciate. Letting guards down was not something Alexandra enjoyed. “I have become the target of this girl. And I am not scared of her… just scared I lose control. And now the hard part… I miss you… and need your help.”
“Nova.” Jackson nodded, “yeah. I’ve been following. I’d tell you what I know about her, about the places she’s been and the bridges she’s burned- wouldn’t help. She’s already under your skin.” He sighed, shaking his head, “Alex, I’d rather you be you than try to be someone else.”
"You know it is not hard to get under my skin. But it is a impossible to stay there for very long."
He sat in silence for a few seconds, content to polish off the rest of his beer before crumpling the can in his fist. Checking the Timex on his wrist, he nodded. “I’ve got about seven hours before I have to get over to the venue, start my match preparation. So, if you want to go to the gym I’ve been using… work out some kinks?” He shrugged, tossing his empty can into the trash can from where he stood. “See if we can’t purge this wonderful disease,” the sarcasm was thick in his voice as he held out his arms to her, “now get the hell over here and give your Dad a hug.”
For the first time since she got here those walls began to break. It was viewable on her face. A lot of things entering her mind but for now she would shut them down, stepping forward to find safety in his arms. Wrapping her small arms around his waist while she rested her head on his chest. “I.. am…” She stopped herself from speaking. It didn’t matter. From time to time she would look up, making sure he didn’t try to step away. The fact that he didn’t finally gave her a measure of peace that had been lacking for months.
“You’re gonna be alright,” Jackson’s voice came out low, “no stranger to getting lost- sometimes we just need to learn to read the signs so we can navigate our way back out.” He hugged her tight, calm conviction in his words, “this isn’t the end for you, kiddo. It’s a new beginning.”
She looked at him still, nodding . For the first time in months she had hope that those words were true. Although it still felt like a scene from another life.
●Old Haunts●
LOCATION: Purity; Louisiana
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
Time was a fickle thing. Sometimes you could not get enough of it. Other moments you kept counting every second- waiting for the end. The end of a day. A week. A month. She had never been a quitter. There was a fine line between giving up and just walking away. Wasting previous mentioned time was nothing Alexandra was a fan of. Listening to songs about the good times made her tired. It was hard to believe there even were good times to begin with.
You have to clear your head.
The monologue inside of her mind had turned into a fight. Where her god given sense told her to just move on. There was this other voice that tortured her to stay. Fighting back. Making this once again her game. She didn’t feel it. To be correct, she had not felt it in weeks. The Pixie was on radio silence with the PAW crowd and management. Rethinking all past events. Will i recover from this? Do I even care?
Pity yourself much? Fuck you.
Was there anything else left to be said? Those two words did describe everything and nothing at the same time. The blind anger that had driven her to the edge was silenced. It was time to find another way of getting motivated. Alexandra had not expected to happen ever. The moment you stop caring- you gotta find a solution.
After traveling to Europe and meeting friends she finally had made it back to the States. It felt strange being gone for so long- but even worse coming back. To this big house that held a lot of silence as of late. She was well aware there was a lot on her to do list. Business was calling for her attention, again. So while the rain outside was crashing hard against the windows she sat in front of their huge plasma screen. Switching channels every three seconds. The tension in her body was growing bigger with every moment passing. In total frustration she slammed the control down, walking towards the front door. Both dogs looking at her excited.
“Wanna go out?”
As if she had to ask. Their tails wiggled fast as she opened the door. Neither of them seemed to mind the rain. For a moment she thought about taking an umbrella but instead she shrugged her shoulders. It was one of those heavy, summer rain showers. Causing you to soak wet immediately. Maybe I catch a pneumonia. Go me.
“You know what is funny? How quick this business seems to forget. One loss in months and you are out of the picture. Right? But do not fret because I never forget. I have been busting my ass off for Pure Amusement Wrestling since day one. I have been always available for whatever they needed, for what? To be replaced by someone that waltzes in this company to spread shade? Applause. I could pretend to be bitter- we all know very well I am an awful actor. I was angered in the beginning. Seeing how someone I have never met in my life went on about my past. Well done. But let me get one thing straight- very easy so it is certain you understand. I do not look at my past. Because that is certainly not where I am heading to. I am no fool though. I know how this industry works. Suck up and you succeed. Speak up against authority and you pack your bags. Often enough stories will be made up- believed by stupid tramps. Does that ring a bell?”
Alexandra felt her long hair stuck to the side of her face. Her clothes heavy, already dripping wet.
“After Nova opened her mouth for the first time, I was surprised. Not because of the insults. Or the hate. It was a nice try. But for me it was more about the why? What could I have possibly done to deserve that blackmailing? The shaming? It kept me awake more than it should have. Because at a certain point I did realise two things. Number one: it doesn’t matter. Number two: some people will do everything for attention. Attacking on social media like only a cunt can. Without ever daring to add the person to the conversation. Funny. I must have forgotten we are in the century of childsplay. Although with time passing, I finally got it. Jealousy is a real fucking bitch. Insecurity has ruined people before. I am not here to make any friends, Nova girl. Weird enough you think that you matter to me in the slightest. This is not about your talent or your fucked up mind. It wasn’t in the first place. Let me spell it out for you. One match. You won one match. This is hardly enough to build a reputation in a company. No wait, you are the star now.”
In a mocking manner she bowed down, having a hard time keeping that grin off of her face.
“I believe in living wild and free. I do not need to color my hair in a funny color to become interesting. Like it or not, you are nothing more than a fluke. All of this could have gone a different direction. But you decided to showcase your true colors. The breed of some incest fest. I have not treated you with any sort of disrespect. Not in my work for the company- not on social platforms. Yeah. The same ones that seem to give you a high. Which leads back to what I have said before. You just do not matter to me enough. Although it was some sort of amusing how you reacted to the little group that got formed last Wicked. I personally think they should send you to a safe place- where you get one of those wonderful jackets. Finally someone will huge you. Poor, little Nova. So angry at the world. So upset with everything. It must be shocking that no one cares. Heartbreaking really. One good advice from me to you- get over it. Get the fluffy out of your ass- maybe then the sour look on your face will change too.”
Her attention was drawn to the dogs for a moment. They were chasing after something. As a good person she was supposed to stop them. Yeah. No. Maybe.
“Well actually I must apologise. It is not a sour look- more like you are constantly on dope. Always a little out of space. I know it is what the cool kids do but you should not be a bad role model. I mean the future of this company rests on your shoulder.” She laughed so hard it almost hurt her stomach. The chill air tickle her lungs. “You wanna treat me like I am a little stupid doll then let me treat you with the same passion. Your little bubble will burst sooner or later. And at the last show you got a very good idea of what I am talking about. I was leaning back in my chair and watched everything in delight. Once again arrogance turned into ignorance- and fisted you back and forth. But that is life my pet. Not all that is shines is golden. Trash remains trash. And by the way you have been acting- that is all worth being said about you. And yet we work in a business that requires talking. Too much. When all that truly matters is how hard you can hit. How much pain you can withstand. And how quickly you recover after losing. It takes the heart of a fighter to understand that- not a little prima donna that lurks for attention.”
Alexandra was looking up into the dark sky. The rain seemed to become heavier with every moment passing. Pretty much expressing her mood.
“You think this will be an easy walk for you. Hey you have done it before, right? I am no competition for you. I got it. It has been noted somewhere in the back of my mind. So why would it be any different this time? What has changed? Well, I have. Forget about a Win or Loss record. Forget about entertaining a crowd. This is personal my friend. Because you made it that way. I do not react very well when someone is playing hide and seek with me. Shading ain’t something I have ever done. The moment this bell rings you will understand what I am made of. There are no other fourteen people that get in the way. No excuses. I want you down with your face smashed into the mat. Maybe I must thank you for all the things you had to say. All the things you pretend to know. Your name should be Nova Snow. Because we will agree on the fact that you know indeed nothing. Not about me. I am known for being rather vocal and transparent. Because face it, the truth hurts a lot more than a lie ever could. And that is practically what your success has been build on. Lies. You are just another chapter in the story of my life. A book I hardly open. So be prepared to be covered in dust. And guts. Yours.”
By then she had almost reached the end of the little forest. Looking through the trees it was hard to see anything. The rain slowing down caused fog to lift. Like the beginning for a horror movie. Fine. Thanks.
“I have wasted way too much time with idiots like you. Trying to use me as a stepping stone. I do not give a rats ass who you are out of PAW. What you have done. Or who you are sleeping with. Calvin can stick his magic stick in whoever. Doesn’t make him less my friend. Do you see the difference? I can separate business and personal stuff. You have not reached adulthood obviously. Just a little side note, being clingy and desperate is not very attractive for guys. I won’t be the one judging you because like it or not, I am better than that. Instead of mocking me you should drag your pale ass to the gym. Or work on your business ethics. Because one thing for sure, either way this will be over after Wicked. I am not sure what people expect out of me but I do not care either way. Do not call this a match, Nova, because it won’t be. It will be a fight. I will not hesitate to shatter your skull when the chance arrives. You ain’t ready for this. I might not be big, darling. I have maybe not felt the need to bash you on every occasion. But I got a boiling point and we are coming rather close to hear the end of this story. This ain’t complicated. You crossed bridges you shouldn’t have crossed. Starting a fire you can not tame. It is no secret that Pixies create chaos and disorder. We are made for it. But you? Pathetic.”
From afar she heard the bike of Jack Nomad. Once again she grinned- already hearing all the fine words he had for that weather. Especially since it was sunny when he left the house. Luck was a motherfucker. And so was he.
“Enjoy the safety you feel in your heart. Keep playing the charade of how dangerous and mean you are. We all seen it before. And I can assure you- we have seen people do it better. The harder you try the more of a joke you will become. I do not need to be as eloquent as you are to kick your teeth out. All this mission requires is going back to my roots. Remembering who I am. I struggle. I fall. But the fuck I always pick myself up. I do not need a helping hand to lead me through my misery. Disrespect only will get you this far. I have seen dark places. I crashed with dangerous creatures. But I am still standing. It does not matter what was Nova. How things played out to your favour. In the end it is all about what is there to come. Your light shined bright. But like every star you are going to fade. Sooner rather than later….”
Alexandra was interrupted with Jack arriving next to her. The dogs had reached them as well as he took his helmet off. He still looked badass. No worries.
“What the fuck you doing out here?”
“Enjoying the view?”
He was about responding but Alexandra was quick to lean. Placing her glossy lips on his while wrapping her arms around his waist. He was quick to pull her closer, pressing that slender body against his. She felt her body heat up by this kiss, breaking away.
“I don’t know about you… but I feel wet enough…”
A slick grin appeared on his face. Knowing how she loved to play with words. The moment she winked at him, no questions needed to be asked. Pixie moved her body on the back of his bike, holding on tight. This was indeed not the end. Just the rebirth of the Pixie.
The Pixie
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Post by Nova Wonder on Jul 6, 2016 9:11:30 GMT
003. COATHANGER
I could not stop writing this. lol, here we are, 3 AM, I gotta be up for work in about five hours... so I better hit the hay. But, I didn't want to even think of stopping and coming back to it. Best of luck, and thanks to Miguel for loaning me Calvin. :3 Enjoy!
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