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Post by The BombTrax on Apr 15, 2016 4:31:47 GMT
Singles Match Alexandra Kelly versus Muru |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 16:14:45 GMT
●out of character● Feeling a little meh this week. Far from my best shot, but here we go.
●next match● Alexandra Kelly vs Muru
●She was tempted to say, I told you so. But then again sometimes you had to give in to temptation. With that said, I told you so. It would have been a lie to pretend that this didn’t feel good. Stepping back inside a wrestling ring after almost a month, soaking in the atmosphere. Feeling the electricity running through your body, that one feeling in the world that couldn’t be compared to anything else. For everyone that was in this business living and breathing it.- this was no absurd way of describing it. While the spotlight wasn’t on her yet.- she was patient. Having a close eye on the roster and her so called co workers. There was decent talent around.- some strange breed to say the very least. She was used to people like Trixie and Johnny, empty robotic like creatures. But what about now? Muru aka Brian Baxter. Why would you call yourself that? Not that it really mattered but for whatever reason it made her think of a sickness or pointless circles. A name. And that was all it truly was, made up or not. For Alexandra it did not make a difference if she faced that guy or the Queen of England. She came for a good fight. Not always a clean one.- but that was not the definition of good in her world. Following the rules only ever got you so far, before someone would throw you under the bus. While she quite enjoyed her stay here, she had not yet decided who was trustworthy. Munin and Alex? Obviously. They were sharing a strong friendship. Jack Nomad? The man she spent her long nights with. What about everyone else? Exactly. Not that she gave much of a damn about them. As long as the boss would allow her to explore her way of fighting.- she was satisfied. Satisfaction. Again this strange words. What got you to the point of total Satisfaction? A good meal. A decent person by your side. Or the moment when you allowed the monster inside to howl. Reaching out to your opponent with a bloody smile. There would come night where all of that was the truth. But, true Satisfaction was resting in accepting who you were, welcoming your personal hell. My name is Alexandra Marie Kelly and you’d be lucky to meet me. And live to tell about it. ●
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●Painkillers 1.2●
LOCATION: Somewhere over the Rainbow; Unknown
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
Did i run out of grief? Nah. Did my anger finally settle down? Nah. It was the first time in weeks that she felt calm. Her chaotic mind finally shutting up, without being drowned to death. There was no urge to punch strangers or threaten the cashier girl at the supermarket. Knowing how her life was going, this wouldn’t take all too long. Peace was something you had to earn, and she was far from it. With the rage that filled her petite body.- it was almost impossible to not set the world on fire. A thought that was so inviting that it hardly left her mind. She had built her walls double as high and thick as the last time. How much could a human being take before all hope would fade into insanity. Guns down. Alexandra was not insane, neither was she mental. Not fully at least. She was always in full charge of her actions and words, which made her a lot more dangerous. While most psychos would live in the heat of the moment, her way of thinking was structured. Sometimes taking months before delivering the final blow. But one thing for sure, she never forgot. And that was the cruelest thing itself. Remembering when the sweet taste was gone and that remained was the copper in your mouth.
Lesson I
It is about blood, always.
Blackouts. Every person had them before caused by different reasons. Mostly cause they got drunk and erased whatever was to remember. Others had been through traumatic situations, their brain shutting down. Closing a door on them, self protection. Allowing them to live on a semi normal life, till something or someone would unlock the door. While with hard work and digging deeper most people would get over it, not all of them could. The cuts too deep to ever be fixed.
Have I been here before? Her dark eyes would look around this park, taking notice of walking passing by. So little did they know. So little would they achieve in their lives. Leave alone being remembered. Her phone was still, finally. While it had been going off all morning, the same person calling all over. Home. What a joke. If this place truly existed it for sure was not back in West Palm Beach. The sunlight was blinding her but at the same time warmed her body, helping her recharge. For whatever reason her body was aching, maybe not used to the workout routine anymore. It was this moment of silence that got destroyed by heavy vibration in her pocket. And not the good kind that would leave you in ‘awe’. Not that it was necessary to check the callers ID.
“I didn’t wanna talk to you the first ten times, what you think changed?”
Silence. It was easy to tell that the caller expected a more friendly and respectful welcome. Not today. Not any other day. She was leaning back on the wooden bench, stretching out her legs.
“Alex you may watch your language… after all I am your father.”
“Biologically that probably is the case but in every other aspect you failed horribly. So what do you want? I think I made rather clear that I am a busy person and got better things to do.”
Her voice was somewhat cold and every word pronounced in a sharp manner.
“As I already told your mailbox, your brother is missing. David has not called in several months or came home. I was wondering… .”
The old song about her older brother and the way he was supposed to carry on the legacy. Just when you thought it couldn’t become any more pathetic, you had to find yourself in a call like that. It took all of her self control to not start screaming, causing a scene.
“And how is that my problem? He only ever called me when he was broken or in a mess. I haven’t seen him neither have I heard of him. So you might stop looking for him and accept that he was fed up. Or caught a tripper from one of his sluttish girlfriends.”
“What have I taught you Alex? Family always comes first., then you can go back to your little wrestling game.”
Lesson II
Weak hearts bleed slowly, but forever
A wave of heat was flushing through her body, all the warmth absorbed previously felt mild compared to that fire. It had taken years for her to ignore his insults, or the way he looked down on his only daughter. Angry about the fact that she had not been the boy he wished for. Keeping her calm was what made her survive a loveless childhood. But every now and then those bitter feelings got the better of her. Just like now.
“Wrestling game? Are you really that ignorant and dumb, father? Or have you been hit in the head too often? You are right Mister Kelly.- it is always family first. But we hit a crossroad here, because the time I considered you my family is long gone. Devin Hawk is my family. My brother. I would go to hell and back for him.- but you? I couldn’t care less if you break your neck or get hit by a car. You will listen to me very well now, make sure you memorise every word that comes out of my mouth. I will shall not repeat myself… .”
Alexandra was sitting up straight while taking a deep breath when pushing her long hair back over her shoulder. Of course he did not see that, but it made her feel better. People had been already looking at her. Who cares?
“... it does not matter what has happened to David. I am not sure you expect me to feel worry or sadness about him vanishing. Especially after what he has done to me ten years ago… .”
“Lies. You still making up those little stories.”
“That was always your biggest problem, father. You are so blind to what is going around you, as long as everyone believes your family is intact. I highly advice you delete my number and forget you have a daughter. Which should be easy, right? If you indeed bother me again, either Hawk or Jack will pay you a visit. And that my old friend is no threat, it is a promise. Ps. My name is Alexandra you piece of shit.”
She wouldn’t give him the chance to give any verbal response. Remember when speaking of calm? That idea was good and all.- but nothing but a bursted bubble. It was like acid was running through her veins, burning her alive. Forcing her to remember all those times she had been rejected by the so called family. It was impossible to close her eyes, too many visions of the past would provoke her. The many nights she felt helpless locked in that room. The times they cut her hair short, forcing her to be after their desire. The prom night.
Her fingernails would dig into the wood to the level where blood was running down her hands. No, I am not mental. Thinking that and then looking down at her hands.- yeah easy to believe. Alexandra would slowly get up from the bench, covering her wounded hands. It was impossible to run from the truth. It would work for a while and if you got lucky people would forget. But what about yourself?
Lesson III
Wicked people do bleed as well, but with a smile
●Open all Night 2.2●
LOCATION: Tartarus; Chamber IV
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF
We all got holes in our hearts, but that only reminds us we have lived. If you thought about it all too literal that was bullshit. One hole was enough to kill a human being, but yeah it was the thought that did count.
“I am supposed to be impressed by my opponent this week, I know. I also shall pay some respect to all he might has done or is going to do, but I just can’t find it inside of me. I am trying so please do not get me wrong.”
A coy grin was on her face followed by biting her bottom lip for several moments. It was her normal face when thinking, as others would bite their nails. There were moments when Jack would have to poke her, as she was chewing too hard. Today it was that rough voice in the back of her mind that would make her stop.
“I am sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, Muru. I know literally nothing about you and I am not even sure it does matter. You see what happened last week? How two people tried to get their way with me, well one and half.- since good old Johnny has somewhat forgotten what his job was. It took him almost all of the match to sneak up on me, well done boy. And then you had Trix the shix.- looking as wonderful as always. But what? She tapped like a little bitch, you may excuse my language. I have no submissive nature, so the idea of quitting does not really spread in my mind. What about you though? Do you have what it takes to push through your darkest moment, coming out on top? It takes a lot more than muscles and wishful thinking. Only when you have looked defeat in the eyes you know what it truly means to win. Rising once more cause you realise your work is not done yet.”
For a moment her attention would fall on her hands, almost healed. They hurt like hell, but then again it did remind her of something. I am still here. And I am still me.
“I do not really give a rats ass about things people spread about me. Neither does it interest me what you believe. The truth is as easy as killing a fly, you know nothing. I almost feel pity for you thinking you might have figured me out. Watching me on social media and during my match in PAW. It is a trap Muru. It always is. It is such a shame that people are not able to see the thin line between reality and fiction. I am me. And in the end that is all I can ever be. Not cause my acting skills suck.- more like I won't take the effort to be anyone else. It is only causing stress and in the end people fuck you over anyhow. So why waste your time? You will not be the golden boy of this company. I won’t either, and that although my balls are bigger than half the males roster. I will take risks that none of them can imagine, own the crowd. That is who I am Brian and that is who you are up against.”
In her head she was counting till ten, allowing her words to settle down. She had high hopes that even though having a stupid name.- the guy had some sort of sense in him. But even if not, the outcome would still be the same. Somewhere nearby someone was dropping some glass, which was what caused her snap out of silence. Her eyes wandering over, watching a girl pick up a shattered cup.
“Everyone always seems to picture me as the person coming with a thousand men behind my back, my army. Your guess is as good as mine Muru when it comes to that, but people feel the urge to stand behind me. And while it would be possible to have protection, what for? I fight my own fights. I always have. Some you win, some you lose. When I started my career I thought winning was everything. And while I still pick it over option B, I learnt my lesson the hard way. Realising that in the end it is not about your clean record. Who gives a shit about how many titles you won? What big names you have beaten? Understand where I am leading you with this? I am no one’s doll or puppet and many companies have not liked that. I will do what I want and often enough step on someone's toes. I might only be 5’2’’ on a good day, but I combine the rage of five hungry lions. And just like every hungry animal, I love to play with my food. I know mommy said we shouldn’t, but mommy aint looking anymore.”
Whoever the fuck mommy was. Alexandra was highly amused by the thought, wondering if Munin gave a damn about her way of business. While she was rather strict with certain things, she did certainly not have a problem with violence. Maybe it was time to test the boundaries and overstep them.
“I know you are good at what you do Muru otherwise you wouldn’t be working at PAW. But for me the question is still the one we hit in the beginning. Do you know what I am good at? Do you understand why there is this hype about my person? Or why people fall at my feet, being loyal to Team Pixie? So many questions and never enough time. I am feeling generous though today, so I will enlighten you dearest Muru. I have no idea. I do not know why people think I am that special at what I do. There are thousands of people in this industry that will never breakthrough. Some of them probably more talented than us. I believe in something though that half the people are lacking, devotion. No matter what I do.- it always will be a 110%. If you are not willing to sacrifice yourself for your goal, why bother trying? There is no easy answer when it comes to that, and the tribute is too high for most people. Blood. Sweat and Tears. I live to deliver pain but I am willing to receive just as much. It is my fuel. Keeping my engine roaring.”
She caught herself getting lost in thoughts again, not quite sure how to phrase her message right. Some of her opponents had problems understanding.- yet it was leading back to their inability to listen. Or reading between the lines. Alexandra Kelly was a complicated creature, yet all too simple. A fighter through and through. Her dark brown eyes remained soft when she focused, the so called calm before the storm.
“Sometimes you gotta look at yourself and forget everything you think to know. Because there comes a point where you have to let yourself die. Create the person you always wanted to be. Were supposed to be even. No matter how many times people beat me down, I always get back up. On my own. I might keep some people close Muru, but that does not mean I need anyone. Need and Want are two different subjects. While i want some of them in my life, I do never need anyone to hold my hand. It is not who I am, it is not what life has made me. Patience aint one of my qualities. Sitting back or preparing all too long for matches.- what for? I wanna get down there and give you my best shot, easy as that. I may not be gentle when it comes to my actions, but i am truthful. So if you ask yourself what will happen, just lean back and enjoy the ride. We both know that i will lead you each step of the way, till we reach the edge. And with a gentle smile I will push you down into darkness. Not because I have to. But I want to. It is what Pixie’s do. Even those of us with broken wings.”
She laughed. Not her soprano light laughter. More deep and unstable, while her white teeth were shining bright. The last view of the camera being Alexandra staring into the lense, her eyes closing slowly.
Nothing in this world happens without consequences, even if they are not viewable in the beginning. No good deed left unpunished. You either get born that way, or you learn to accept the facts. She had been good. She had been bad. But it for the first time was about something else. Being herself. People do not help the people. You can only help yourself. Pixie 187.
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Post by Muru on Apr 22, 2016 23:41:32 GMT
In just a couple of weeks I'm going to be another year older. Now to most turning thirty-eight wouldn't seem that old. I would agree with them, but my body? It would tell you a different story. When you have spent twenty years in this business it's impossible to not feel it. I feel it everyday. Sometimes I question why I still do it.
My neck isn't in great shape, and my back is even worse. I'm fortunate I haven't suffered any serious injuries to my knees. That would put a huge damper on my in ring abilities. I'm not as good as I once was. I know that. Once I used to be called “The Greatest Show on Earth”, now I'm not even the greatest show on any roster I'm a member of.
I know my best days are behind me. That's obvious. But...I know I can still bring value to a roster. I still have a lot of fight in me. The quality of that fight can be debated. I want to make an impact in PAW. That was my goal from the moment I signed the contract.
The truth is...I didn't want to be a part of PAW. It's a little lower class than I'm used to. The thing is no one else wanted me, and believe me I tried to get a job whenever I could. When all was said and done I signed on the dotted line with Pure Amusement Wrestling.
Don't read into that and think I'm just here to collect a check. That couldn't be farther from the truth. When I am part of a company, I give that company my all. So if there is anyone out there who thinks I'm not going to give my all for the PAW fans, they are wrong. I wrestle to entertain. I wrestle to prove to the fans I'm worth their dollar. I wrestle to prove I still have it...
And just maybe I'm trying to prove it to myself.
April 22nd, 2016
In just about a week Pure Wrestling Amusement will be hitting the road. They will blaze their trail and head to Texas for Wicked #9. As everyone knows, everything is bigger in Texas and things are shaping up for the biggest show yet.
This is a show that is going to include newcomer Muru. Last week he defeated “Rock Hard” Richard Stone and it felt good to be in the ring again. Sure it wasn't against the highest level of competition but still, it got him pumped up. It also let him know that his work is never done and he will have to continue to work hard. This has never been an issue for Muru.
He lives and works out in his own warehouse. The perfect place to hone his skills for almost twenty years. It is also a place where every once in awhile a local talent asks for his help. It's all about giving back.
Right now he is training a girl who is barely eighteen. One of those girls who were always a fan and wanted to get in the business. She went about it in a weird way stalking his cousin in hopes he would train her. Instead he sent her to Muru, the same man who started his training.
As Muru and the young woman stand in the ring facing each other there is sweat dripping from the both of them.
Muru: Are you sure you want to keep doing this? It's alright if you want to throw in the towel.
Lily Flowers: No! I can do this...
There isn't much confidence in her voice.
Muru: Are you sure? It looks like you've had enough. No one is going to think any less of you. You are just a little girl after all.
This doesn't sit well with her and she charges at the man who is technically old enough to be her father. Muru tosses her aside with ease. She just lays there staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
Muru: That's enough for now.
Lily sits up, totally drained from the workout.
Lily Flowers: Why do you keep telling me I should quit? Am I really that bad?
Muru: It's not that at all. I'm just trying to light a fire under you. You need to be confident in yourself and stay in control.
Lily Flowers: It just pisses me off...
Muru: Use that, but be in control. Charging into battle with your head down isn't going to help you.
Lily Flowers: This isn't easy you know.
Muru: I know.
Lily Flowers: It isn't supposed to be though is it?
Muru: Nothing worth doing ever is.
Lily Flowers: Do you think I will make it one day?
Muru: I don't know. That's partly up to you, the rest is a bit of luck. I do know that if you stick with it your chances will be better.
Lily Flowers: Thanks for doing this.
Muru: No problem kiddo.
The wrestling business can be a funny one. I have been in places where men and women fighting each other is frowned upon. Other places they go toe to toe with each other. The PAW is one of those places.
I want to be clear I don't condone hitting women, or violence against them of any kind. Outside of the ring I would never raise my hand to any female, no matter what. In the ring? That's a whole different story. It's business. They know what they are getting into.
At Wicked #9 I am booked in a match with Alexandra Kelly. A woman who calls herself “The Pixie”. I don't know much about her but I do know that last week she was pretty damn impressive.
One thing I can promise is that I'm not going to be taking her lightly. I've been in the ring with women before and lost. It happens. Again it's all part of the business.
All I will say is...good luck.
I'm probably going to need it.
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