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Post by The BombTrax on Apr 15, 2016 4:33:33 GMT
Opening Bout Fatal Four Way Trixie versus Al Envy versus Kelsey Spencer versus Jack Nomad |
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Post by The Hard Core Society on Apr 22, 2016 8:32:06 GMT
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April 20th - 8:34 am - Main street, Purity Louisiana
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I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye, I saw a pretty little thing approaching me... Actually no, I wish that were the case but I knew something was up when I saw a Purity police cruiser roll up. I knew the drill. The fucker's had me on the hood of a car and in cuffs within seconds, reading me my Miranda rights. I didn't have a clue what the fuck I was being arrested for, I've actually been a halfway decent motherfucker this year. Then a thought occurred to me as I took a quiet ride down to the police station. All those death threats I made to the higher ups in the last place I worked back in St. Louis, Missouri. Guess that dickhead lawyer fuck decided to process papers after all.
We rolled into the Purity PD parking lot and I was escorted in. I probably could have snapped these fucker's necks, but that would just lead to a fun little chase that would most likely end with a nightstick up my ass and a bullet through my head. I know how these good old boys in the country work. No camera, off the grid, and in the swamp as gator chow. Louisiana had a million ways to dodge paperwork for a police officer.
So moments later, I found myself seated in an interrogation room when in steps this older fuck. He had Salt and pepper gray hair, mid forties with a face that showed it. The wardrobe was government issue as well; A cheap blue suit, black shoes, and one of those brown rain coats. He flipped open his wallet, FBI badge. I didn't get a chance to read anything off it beyond his picture and the FBI badge and logo. Yup, called it. This was just fucking great... " So, Mr. Jack Nomad," the man said to me, " Or should I say Mr. Adrian Rhodes?" With my hands cuffed, my urge to ring his fucking neck for saying that name was effectively stymied. Oh yeah, that was a name I haven't heard in years and for a reason. After glaring as hard as I could at him, letting him score the first point in this volley, I gave that reason up. " That name is meaningless to me. Adrian Rhodes died years ago. He couldn't handle his shit, so here I am," I told him. He responded with a smirk, " I seem to have you at a disadvantage. My name is Matthew Prichard, senior special agent for the FBI, and I'm investigating the disappearance of David Kelly." Aaaahhh... so the penny drops. That bit of old news surfaces. I wondered when they'd find that bastard's burned out car. " So tell me, Adrian, where were you on the night of February 2nd, 2016?" He asked me rather plainly. I saw something in his eyes, something that told me there was more to this than a simple disappearance. The intensity in those ice blues told me the tale of a dog who has been in the hunt for a long time and I'm willing to bet cash money that there's more to this than a simple missing person's investigation. A senior special agent doesn't waste his time with this kind of low-end shit. " I was with friends for most of the day and enjoying time off from the promotion I was working at the time," I answered. I think the investigator smelled bullshit, maybe had a small ace up his sleeve from the look he gave me. From my files beside him on the table, he pulled out a manila folder and showed a photograph of me with a couple members of the Fury Riders biker gang that was taken from a traffic cam on a street corner. That seemed harmless enough, until I'm shown a picture of those two guys following the brother of Alexandra Kelly from a security camera. Well ain't that some fucking shit? I've got my best poker face on at this point, so I'm just waiting for him to say something at this point. " Mr. Rhodes, I have two scenarios in my brain," He replied with that cool, dry tone, " You either are responsible for Mr. Kelly's disappearance or you are involved and these two men did the work while you provided some sort of assistance or aid." Hmmm... so he's fishing and hoping I'll bite. Most likely, he has already questioned them and if they have any brain cells at all, they kept their fucking mouths shut. " So you say, Agent Prichard. I know these two and yeah, I'll admit it reflects badly on my character but it proves nothing. I hung out with them and we parted ways that day. I'm a known affiliate of the Fury Riders and all we do is hang out and chill," I tell him in no uncertain terms. He gave me an accepting nod, but Matthew was definitely suspicious. I would think less of him if he wasn't. I mean it is his job after all, right? Be suspicious of questionable motherfuckers such as myself. " Alright, Adrian," He said, aggravating the fuck out of me further by using that name. " We located Mr. Kelly's car just outside the Mingo National Wildlife Preserve in Missouri. What we found implicates foul play. There were signs of an intense struggle and a great deal of blood with much of it being David Kelly's. The amount of blood on site pretty much says the man was murdered in a violent manner and It's my hunch that his body was left for the swamp gators to feast on. The killer then threw any incriminating evidence into the car and torched it with a gasoline fueled fire." I suppressed a desire to smile pretty successfully. Instead I arched my brow and gave him a look of modest surprise as I said with perfectly masked sarcasm, " Really, you don't say?" " Until we discover remains, it's all a theory, but our experts are scouring the swamp for answers and it's only a matter of time and when we do find even the smallest pieces of him, Adrian, all eyes will be on you and your associates," He said with great rehearsed conviction. Get the fuck out of my face, motherfucker. It's time to lay on some truth on the situation I found myself in. " Well, Matthew, I'd say you've drawn some pretty interesting conclusions but I honestly don't know or give a flying fuck about David Kelly. It's clear to me that you think I'm involved in either his death or disappearance and are fishing for clues. You've got no body, no smoking gun, and just a few gut hunches to go on. Now, either you cut me loose or hold me for up twenty-four hours and fuck off and give me my phone call either way." " Well, Adrian, considering you're having a relationship with his sister suggests otherwise," The investigator stated, " She's never mentioned him to you, even once?" I smirked. That one was an easy one, considering our relationship is more than hinted at on Twitter. Fucking twitter... if it wasn't so hilarious, I wouldn't keep that shit up. What Alexandra has told me about her brother will remain the secret she shared in confidence with me. " Mathew, just because I stick my dick in someone and happen to harbor intimate feelings about them, doesn't mean I know every aspect of her life. Do you really think that if I bent you over a table, fucked your pasty white ass into oblivion and said to you, 'I love you' that I'd know everything there is to know about you in that instant? You know what?! Fuck this! What's it going to be, old fuck? Do I resume my walk to the liquor store from further away or do you throw me in a cell and jerk off at a security monitor for the next twenty four hours?" The sour look he gave me told me how this was going to go. Yeah, things played out exactly as I figured. I was given my phone call, which I used to update Alexandra about my little situation and then was placed in jail cell. Thankfully I was alone. I wouldn't want to give them a reason to extend the length of my visit by beating the fuck out of some idiot who thinks stealing a cherry pie from a convenience store marks him as a real gangsta. Alexandra picked me up from my little stint in jail the following morning. After a shower and a breakfast, yeah I still felt like shit, but at least I wasn't alone for the shower.======================================
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April 21st - 10:35 am - Purity, Louisiana, PAW Carnival Grounds Underneath the Rock-N-Roller Roller coaster
====================================== I allowed myself a little smile as I walked beneath the rails and girders of the Rock-N-Roller roller coaster. The ride was down for daily maintenance at the moment so nobody would be there to interrupt my words for the upcoming match. In the humid morning heat of Louisiana, I sported an old Hardcore T-shirt from a long time ago. Fuck if I can remember where I got it, some wrestling promotion printed them up and I kept one as a souvenir. I've also got on my best pair of blue jeans and motorcycle boots. With my back leaned up against the steel rail behind me and the camera rolling, I decided it was time to get this fucking show on the road. " So," I said to the little camera on it's sturdy tripod, " After breaking Luke Knux's face in front of a crowd filled with all his best friends, I'm stuck in a match with a vapid piece of blond fuck meat, I guy who is something of a known commodity in certain circles and is named after the most vain of the seven deadly sins, and a goody two-shoes with a pretty face that's begging for some face rape from my fists." I crossed my arms over my chest, deciding to address the blond fuck meat first. " Hey Trixie, was it fear that kept your mouth shut or did you just have so little respect for my Pixie that you couldn't be bothered to open your cock holster and try and say something? Know this, bitch, I have a special place in hell for silent whores like you. In Baltimore, there was a motherfucker just like you that I left in a Coma after our match was over. You see, I can call you every insulting thing in the book, but to not even say a fucking thing about who you're up against is an even bigger insult and I take it very personally. You keep your mouth shut and see what I do to you bitch. I promise you that what Luke Knux's face suffered will pale in comparison to the level of reconstructive surgery you're going to need when I'm finished." Sneering, I shifted my stance a bit and crossed my legs. Nothing more disrespectful than a lazy whore who feels she's too good to cut a goddamned promo, let alone talk shit. " It serves you right that Alexandra twisted you up into a useless cunt pretzel and made you scream like you were her bitch. That's about all the breath I'm going to waste on you. You'll probably be too busy wasting your breath on some random Carnie's cock to say some shit about me too, I'm willing to bet. However, if you can muster up the ovaries to be enough of a woman to talk some shit, be my guest. I 'might' consider not focusing on you as my victim for the entire match." Yeah, that should've gotten my fucking point across. With little deliberation, I moved on to the next subject on the list... " I know of at least one fucker I can't afford to ignore in this match. Al Envy has a recognizable name, I mean I've actually heard of him and that's saying something. I'm sure he's asking himself, 'Who the fuck is Jack Nomad and why should I worry about him?' Well Alan, I'm glad I asked for you. You know how you run across that one motherfucker you shouldn't fuck with?" I paused to point a thumb at myself, my expression cold and unfeeling as I stare into that camera. " I am that motherfucker. Do some digging and you'll find my track record speaks for itself. Even at my weakest, I am the most destructive human being in this match and for you to believe any differently is to court disaster. You walk into the ring against a man who cares less about his own well being than yours and will do whatever the fuck he can to beat you into a puddle of blood, powdered bones, and shit. I don't say this out of ego or to scare you, Alan. I say this because I want you to fully know the level of deep shit you're in for against me." With a wicked smile cracking my otherwise stone like face, I tilted my head forward. " I've beaten men half to death that were better than you in every conceivable way, men that should have never put their reputations on the line against me, just like you will be at Wicked number nine. I wonder, Alan, after you step into the ring against me and these two ladies and you're sent packing, will you be able to look yourself in the mirror? Will you be able look that reflection in the eye ever again? This match is just another chance for you to recapture fading glory, but for me? This match is one more step closer to a goal... a rather big goal at that." I lowered my arms from my chest and ran my hands back and forth over my waist as if running my thumbs along an imaginary championship belt. Letting my hands drop, I shoved off the railing and decided to take a little stroll. The sounds of people milling about started to get a bit louder, meaning It was time to move. I gathered the camera up and carried in such a way that it pointed up at my face. At least that's what the view finder on the side told me. " In the past, I was accused of having no ambition and succeeded despite that. Alexandra posed the question to me before I came here, 'How well would I succeed if I actually tried for a change?' and you know, that's a good fucking question don't you think?" I slipped out from under the roller coaster, the sounds of people above were heard boarding the coaster. I cut the camera off briefly to spare you the boring as fuck search for a new spot. Before anyone saw me, I slipped through a blue service door and entered one of the fenced off service walkways. Once I found a quiet little spot outside of the boarded up Black Cage, which served as a more fitting back drop anyways, I set the camera up and continued right where I left off. " You see Al Envy, guys like you have always had to work hard for success. Me? I got it without even fucking trying. A miserable, violent scrub like me who never gave one fuck about any championship and yet can say he's won the lion's share of them. That has to piss you off just a little bit. It's like child's play for me and yet a guy like you, who busts his ass having to constantly break yourself for everything you have." I shook my head with a sigh. With my hands in my pockets, I leaned up against the boarded black cage door with a smirk on my face. Oh how I wondered if Al Envy was capable of feeling his namesake. " I think I've devoted enough time to you, Alan. Keep busting your ass in the gym, I'll break your face when we cross in the ring. Now for the last piece of this four part puzzle, the relative unknown newcomer, Kelsey Spencer. I don't know much about you darling, but given a few bare bones facts about you, I'd say you're probably the happiest fucking Aussie bitch I've ever seen. A bubbling fountain of optimism that just can't be beat." The words dripped with sarcastic inflection, my face a flat expression that together really told the tale of how much I believed in that kind of positive bullshit. Yeah, I don't know this Kelsey bitch in the slightest and it's that sort of thing that could create an unknown wild card factor in a match like this. Think that'll stop me? Think again motherfuckers. " Kelsey Spencer, I have zero fucks to give about who you are or where you come from. You're walking into my Personal Amusement Wrestling and you will amuse me with your screams, tears, and whatever kind of Rorschach patterns you might bleed in with each splat your face makes on the canvas. Kelsey, on the ninth edition of Wicked, you'll learn what the definition of violence is. You may scoff right now and think I'm talking out of my ass, but let me say this to you here and now... whatever you've faced before. Whatever level of bad ass you may think you are, you're going to learn your true place here in PAW. Maybe you'll go down swinging, maybe you'll go out screaming like a bitch..." I gave a shrug of my shoulders and stepped in towards the camera. My hands leave my pockets as a crouched down to bring myself at eye level with the lens, my image being recorded on it for a broadcast hours later. I placed my hand against the side of the camera. In the view finder, I looked as if I were cupping someone's face in my palm. " Fight me as hard as you can, Kelsey. I want you to prove to me why I should give a fuck about you and maybe if you're worthy, I might let you limp away. Then again, if Trixie treats me as disrespectfully as she treated my dearest Alexandra, then it may be a moot point as I tear her apart while you and Alan have a nice little chat far away from me and her." My hand gently patted the side of the camera, giving the view a slight shake for a second. I briefly wore a rather disingenuous smile on my face. Then I rose to a stand, the camera looking up at me as if an eager, one-eyed child. " I have nothing to lose and everything to gain from this match and I will not hesitate to fuck you up whether you have a nice set of tits or are a beloved wrestling veteran. Wicked number eight... April 28th inside the PAW Wrestling Arena, I will be walking out of that ring with my fist in the air and my head held high in victory." I lift my fist into the air, staring as intensely as I could at the camera. Slowly my lip twists into a devious smirk. In post edit, it would be at that point where shit faded to black like all promos do. What actually happened was a bit different. I lowered my fist, shut the camera off and walked my happy ass out of the park. After a decent bike ride back, I'd have the guy who does Alexandra's promo work do a bit of editing and cutting and poof, you get another video of this asshole. Doesn't that make you all happy? No? Well then you can go fuck yourself to death with a horse cock then. |
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Post by Kelsey Spencer on Apr 25, 2016 22:53:41 GMT
The name’s Kelsey Spencer. Now in the world of professional wrestling, that probably doesn’t mean too much. But, if I have my way, it will someday.
I grew up in a small suburb called Cornubia, all the way over in Queensland, Australia. Yep, I’ve travelled quite some distance to get here, to meet the best of the best that this industry has to offer. My story’s a painful, protracted one littered with broken hearts and tragedies… But, that’s a story I’ll tell you another time. I want your first impression of me to be a positive one, because -- let’s face it -- there really isn’t enough positivity in the modern world.
Wrestling’s always had a place in my heart, even when those around me didn’t support my viewing habits. The seeds for this passion were planted when I was just eight years old…
Cornubia, QLD, Australia
19 years ago
Flashing lights and blaring sounds flood the night sky, bouncing off the beaming faces of youngsters filled with far too much sugar. They dash around the fairgrounds, kicking up dust as they leave their plodding guardians in their wake.
“Poppy, Poppy!” I called out, tugging on my elderly grandfather’s hand so hard that it felt like his arthritis-ridden bones might break. “I wanna go on the tea cups again!”
“Sweetheart, Poppy’s very tired…” he sighed deeply, wiping sweat from his brow with a handkerchief he had strategically placed in his front pocket, specifically for that night’s festivities. I had been pulling him here, there and everywhere all evening, and he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken.
“Okay Poppy, if you don’t want to…” I sadly slouched, half playing the guilt trip card that children do.
“Let’s go,” he marched onwards through the exhaustion; he clutched my tiny hand as he led me toward my favourite carnival ride. That’s the kind of man my Poppy was -- he was a noble, generous man who would do anything it takes to see his granddaughter smile. It wasn’t just me, though; he’d put everyone’s happiness above his own. He was taken from us way too soon.
As my Poppy pushed through the gathering crowd, I resisted his heave when something caught my peripherals. It was a wrestling match -- of course, I didn’t know it at the time. I broke free of Poppy’s grip and dashed through the sea of humanity, my grandpa desperately scrambled to recapture me. I made it to the front of the crowd and climbed up the barricade, peeking over to get a closer look.
I was mesmerised by what I saw. Two large gentlemen competing in a highly-athletic contest. I watched in awe as the man in the blue trunks whipped the one in the red -- but instead of crashing into the turnbuckle, Red dashed up to the top rope, leaping off with a time-stopping Moonsault. If you could only imagine the impression that moment left on me… It was like something out of a movie, me with my jaw touching the floor as this man flew gracefully through the air. He finally came crashing down onto his opponent, catching him in a quick pin for the three count.
Everyone exploded with excitement, spilling their beers and causing a ruckus -- it was almost a little too overwhelming for 8-year-old me, but I felt safe when I sensed my beloved Poppy standing right behind me.
“You know, this sport isn’t just for boys…” I remember him whispering to me. “Little girls can do it, too.”
After that day, it was off to the races we went. Every time the fair was in town, my Poppy and I would go, solely to watch the wrestling. It was much easier on him than going on the rides; he was more than thrilled to sit in the stands and quietly enjoy a show with his granddaughter. We didn’t tell my parents -- they loathed wrestling, and still do -- it was our little secret.
Present Day
So here I am, sitting in the back of a cab as it speeds along the freeway to my destination. I’m nervous, as always, as the tyres roll the car closer to the amusement park. It doesn’t make any sense why I’d be feeling this way -- I’ve done this for years, all over the world.
I get that all-too-familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach; butterflies, the size of seahawks. And they’re all throwing up. How can I shake this feeling? Oh, man, I’m panicking.
“Uhh, driver?” I sheepishly call for him, tapping on his shoulder. He turns his head slightly, offering a listening ear. “How much farther?”
“Should be there in about 20 minutes, ma’am,” he responded.
For once, I’m not worried about the cab driver taking advantage of the meter; he can take all the time he wants, I need time to compose myself and come to grips with what I’m about to do. That’s when it hits me; it’s not the size of the promotion or the people working there that have me nervous -- it’s the setting.
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Kelsey’s vlog
The camera phone comes on, and I inspect the camera to make sure I'm looking my spiffiest. I cough into my hand -- half-clearing my throat, half-alerting the driver that I’m about to speak as not to startle him into suddenly swerving and crashing into a lamp post where we both die in a horrible burning wreck by the side of the road.
I’m sorry, that got dark. I don’t want to give him a fright.
“What up, Kelsey Club!?” I enthusiastically and rhetorically ask my phone, addressing my growing fan base. I look around the cab for a moment, then back at my face on the screen. “I’m in the backseat of a cab, which is taking me to Purity as we speak. A lot of you following me on social media may have seen me talk about it, but for those who haven’t: I’ve recently signed a contract to begin competing in Pure Amusement Wrestling.
I’m excited. PAW’s a promotion unlike any I’ve seen recently, and I’ve been a fan for quite some time; I own every DVD they’ve produced so far and have every intention of continuing my purchases in the future. I dunno what it is, something about the idea of a promotion being run out of an amusement park caught my eye; I knew I had to be a part of it.”
I take a sip from my water, trying to calm my nerves; speaking about everything has made me realise how real this situation is. It's actually unfolding.
“A long time ago, my Poppy took me to the fair, where we watching wrestling… It was a thing we shared. When he passed away, I spoke at his service about how we bonded over something that neither of us was interested in before we both discovered it on that day… Wrestling brought us together.
When I first heard of PAW, I was working on the other side of the country. I wasn't happy with my life at that point, and I decided to get back into wrestling as a fan, not just a performer. The more I watched, the more nostalgic and refreshed I began to feel -- to the point where I wanted to be a part of this promotion myself.
And so, here I am; about to make my debut appearance at Wicked’s ninth DVD Taping.”
I raise my forearm to the camera for a moment, proudly displaying the raised hairs and goosebumps protruding from it.
“See that? I have chills right now just thinking about it. Just the thought that Lady Munin has seen my work is enough to make my stomach do backflips over itself… I had no idea how broad my audience really is, it’s kinda scary and humbling at the same time.
If you guys haven’t been keeping up with the news, let me fill you in as quickly as I can -- I’ll be opening the show in a Fatal 4-Way Match against Trixie, Al Envy, and Jack Nomad! Some wrestlers may take the opening match as an insult, but I’ve never seen it that way; we set the tone and pace for the remainder of the show, and when you look at the quality of matches that are following us, you can see why they chose us for the job.”
I shake my head and bite my tongue, catching myself going into fangirl mode.
“I’d just like to go on record right now and say what an honour it is for me to step into the ring with Trixie. I’ve followed Trixie’s PAW career through DVD purchases; I admire her spunk, reminds me a lot of myself. We’ve got similarly-structured move sets -- even similar sounding theme music! Sure, she’s got boat loads of self-esteem while I’ve got next to none, but I think her and I could get along pretty well. I know she hasn’t had too much experience, but that’s no reason for me to underestimate her. I know she has tricks hidden up those sleeves of hers… For me to underestimate anyone in this match would just be straight-up foolish, regardless of how little I know about them.
Which brings me to Al Envy. I know next to nothing about this guy -- I’m not sure if that’s due to my own ignorance, and I apologise if it is. All I know is he’s 6’3’’... When you’re my size -- a modest 5’7’’ -- that’s like taking on a skyscraper.”
I chuckle slightly to myself.
“I know, I’m selling myself short. You guys -- the Kelsey Club -- you’ve seen me chop down guys bigger than him, I’m sure I can do it again.”
I screw my face up with discomfort as I shift in my seat, feeling a slight jolt shoot up my neck and shoulder. Years ago, I took a nasty fall during a match and I’ve had a nagging shoulder injury ever since. Doctors advised me to stop wrestling or risk permanent damage -- I didn’t listen, and now I have this hindrance to contend with on a near-daily basis.
The smile that’s been painted on my face since the blog began has been drained; replaced by a stern expression.
“I don’t have a problem with Trixie, nor Al Envy. But, one man I do have a problem with in this match is the guy who’s been very vocal about me. Yup, the last person in this opening attraction…”
I push the lingering breath past my lips with a groan, along with the individual’s name.
“...Jack Nomad.
I heard that Jack had some choice words for me; acknowledging I may be a wildcard, yet going ahead and making some pretty big assumptions about me anyway. It’s poetic, in a way -- I watched his match with Luke Knux on Wicked #8 on the plane ride over here, and thought to myself “Gee, I’d hate to run into that guy in a dark alley…” Hours later, I get the news that I’ll be sharing the ring with him in my debut.
I could fire back at Mr. Nomad with empty threats and profanities. I could tell all of you watching this that I’m gonna make him tap, that I’ll crush Trixie’s spirit, that I’ll pin Al Envy… All that stuff isn’t really my style; I don’t talk a good game, and I don’t have to.”
My smile returns, in the form of a slight smirk.
“I’ve been here before; the new kid, whom nobody takes seriously. Everyone takes one look and scoffs, then looks around for what else is out there -- it’s the story of not just my career, but my life.”
I inhale deeply then exhale, trying to shake what few nerves are lingering.
“I didn’t come here to fail. I signed with Pure Amusement Wrestling to be successful. That feeling I got when I saw wrestling at the fair with my Poppy for the very first time? I wanna be the one to instill that in little girls -- and little boys -- who come to PAW shows. I want to inspire; when everyone around those youngsters -- the Jack Nomads of this world -- are telling them they can’t, I wanna be the one to show them they can.
The name’s Kelsey Spencer. I know that name doesn’t mean a whole lot in the world of Pure Amusement Wrestling.
But, if I have my way, it will someday.”
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Post by trixie on Apr 28, 2016 2:11:52 GMT
Monday 18th April 2016
Louisiana MMA Training Center @ 11:21 AM.
In a small training center most commonly used for MMA we find a series of young men currently engaged and determined in their respective arts. One man currently performing a series of strike combinations being yelled out by his trainer. Two rising men are engaging in a small sparring contest and a series of others are engaging in weight and cardio training to gain or break weight for their upcoming bouts in their respective weight division.
Trixie walks in wearing her hair tied back in a ponytail, using a black hairband to keep it out of her face and wearing on either wrist, matching black wrist bands as she comes into the light of the windows in Louisiana. Her outfit is a white sports bra reading her own name across the front while staying true to her black attire of yoga pants. Her trainers are grey with some green designs as Trixie walks into the center and gets herself a lot of attention from some casual and not so casual glances. This of course brings a tickle to herself and she smiles at all those who look her in the eye. While walking into the center, Trixie calls out with both hands either side of her mouth to project her voice as loud as possible.
Trixie: "Brian?! Brian Hobbs?!”
The call out gets some attention as one older gentlemen in his late 30’s comes into the picture. Under his arms are a set of pads and a bag of equipment walks up to her, looking her up and down
Brian Hobbs: "I’m Brian, and you’re the wrestler who requested striking training?”
Trixie nods to herself and gives a Brian a very confident look. She places both hands on her hips and raises her eyebrow to him
Trixie: "Yes! I’m called and asked for Striking training because you were the best, MMA trained and could help, if you’re not, I’ll go elsewhere”
Trixie steps off her back foot and gets stopped by Brian who is clearly more accepting and holds his hands up
Brian Hobbs: "I’m sorry, usually when I hear strike training to beat a guy, I assumed it was a guy needing the training. I apologize and don’t worry, I can help you defeat this..Jack Nomad…guy. I watched his tape and I’ll gladly help you out, both in striking and also I noticed he has a few other moves that you should be aware off and can easily counter.”
Trixie is taken back by the competence of Brian, his professionalism and initiative to go the extra mile and is speechless for just a moment
Trixie: "Well I’m getting great value for money. My previous two trainers turned out to be truly awful jerks, it’s nice to meet one who isn’t. Let’s begin shall we?”
Trixie enters the small wrestling ring they have for boxers mainly and begins to stretch out, taking full notice of Brian not taking time to ogle her as he is currently instructing a young man in the other corner on what to do right now and applies pads on his hands, shins and body. Trixie looks at him, puzzled at the preparation and walks up to the young man in pads, telling him as clear as she can.
Trixie: "Don’t worry, I only hurt assholes.”
Trixie backs up, while limbering her arms, Brian steps aside and talks Trixie through. Keeping the kid in pads close and holding his hand up to not have him start yet as he talks to Trixie, facing her
Brian Hobbs: "So Trixie. After watching Nomad’s match up with Knux, I’ve seen what he does and I want you to avoid his kicks. Chip here is going to replicate those kicks and I want you to use those forearms, to get them up and block the shot. Ok go”
Trixie doesn’t have time to react as Chip throws out a kick to Trixie’s chest, with a pad, but she still feels the full force of the MMA kick and causes her to fall back. Brian helps her back up and moves her back to her standing position.
Brian Hobbs: "Gotta be quick Trixie on the reaction. Chip here kicks fast and kicks hard, so you block his, you can block Jack’s. And Go”
Trixie gets her forearms up in the nick of time but feels the sting on her arms and drops them to shake them out, leaving her open to the second kick she didn’t expect and falls down again. She stays down holding her arms while Brian calls her to get up
Brian Hobbs: "Up you come Trixie, never drop that guard unless you’ve got his leg, lemme show you what I mean. Chip, strike”
Chip does and Brian blocks it like a champ, he blocks another and on the third, he catches it, one forearm to block, the other hooks under and then lifts up to take Chip off his feet and is very quick to take the arm and put chip in an armbar on the floor. Trixie is in awe of how quick he did it and sees Chip tap and the quick stop of Brian. Brian points for Chip to get back in position and Trixie to do the same. He doesn’t speak and calls for it to begin.
Trixie on her attempt endures four kicks to her forearms before hearing Brian yell reverse at her and she does what he did, taking the kick on her forearm and lifts up chip but isn’t fast enough to get the armbar in. She’s ordered to do it again and again, reversing quicker and after a dozen failed attempts Trixie gets 10 back to back reversals and armbars on Chip. Happy with herself, she jumps up and down and Brian holds her arms to keep her focused on the job.
Trixie: "Sorry. I’m just so happy. Like I slap that on Nomad and he’ll be tapping in front of his girlfriend, like a little submissive bitch...what’s next?”
Brian Hobbs: "Next I want you to be able to block that knee he uses. He came off the top rope, and off the ring ropes, so Trixie, when you see either I want you at out the way and let him land on the fucking thing and break it. Then you can knock him out with that knee I see you use, taste of his own medicine. But I wanna make sure you basically never get hit by his finisher. Ok? So for the snapmare, he’ll be in front of you, back to you and holding your head, he's reaching for behind. From there he’ll be slamming your face into the mat, so you gotta be quick and react, use your head and snap back out of his clutches, stomp on his knees which are exposed and key to his offense or use his own offense against him and knee him in the back, guaranteed to drive the air out of his lungs. Like Terry Silver said in Karate Kid III, a man can’t fight if he can’t breathe. Chip try and snapmare Trixie”
Chip gets in front of Trixie fast and grabs her from behind, Trixie does as Brian first instructed and gets her head out of there by pushing. Brian claps and then shows her how to take advantage, showing Trixie to charge at the knee and how Chip falls down onto his knees, and is prone for a shining apprentice. Trixie does this again and chop blocks Chip down. She is asked to do this a couple more times and then instead of getting her chop blocking, Trixie holds Chip by his chest and sees CJ O’ Donnell for a moment. Trixie drives a knee into his back and its clear from his loud muzzled exhale she drove the wind out of him. Trixie backs away as Chip goes to his knees and Brian approaches Trixie.
Trixie: "I didn’t mean too sorry. I just pictured Chip as someone else entirely for just a second”
Brian Hobbs: "Don’t worry. It’s fine. The boy could use a shot like that, toughen him up. But look, he’s down. When Nomad gets the same treatment, he’ll fall like the same way. But you said you have more than one opponent right?
Trixie: "Yeah. Its four stars. So a move like that I haven’t done, so my opponents won’t see it coming, especially Nomad, I’m gonna enjoy seeing him gasping for air though. I feel bad for chip, he’s so innocent”
Brian Hobbs: "Well Chip may hit back. I wanted to finish off your work with a set of strike reversals. This will be Nomad and I guarantee your other opponents will do it the same
Trixie: "I haven’t seen work from either of them. But if you think they will, then being able to block what they throw out will be great. I don’t want to do any photoshoots with bruises on my face.”
Brian Hobbs: "Not to worry, Chip! Up you get buddy. You can get her back. I want you to throw out some of the strikes I showed you before she got here. Trixie. Let’s begin.
Trixie follows Brian to the position and watches him avoid a clothesline and grab it to force down Chip to the mat as he then rolls Chip over and locks in the armbar. Trixie sees this and does it, with a little difficulty at first, but a few dozen tries has her more comfortable and another dozen taking Chip down easily and applying the armbar expertly. Trixie is shown Chip trying a straight body punch, a front kick, a gut kick attempt, a backfist, a superkick and how to avoid and take the opponent down to the ground to apply an armbar and spends the better part of four hours doing them. Having random strikes thrown at her and being able to react and take them down. Brian excuses Chip and hands Trixie a cup of water he fetches from the water cooler. Trixie happily drinks the entire cup
Brian Hobbs: "Fantastic work. We’ll do the same thing over the past week and then I guarantee you’ll be in tip top shape with some new strikes to hurt and blast an opponent with that knee, and you’ll break an arm dear with that armbra..excuse me, Armbar.
Trixie giggles at his miss up of words, putting it down to her sports bra being the word in his mind and is happy she’s getting some sort of desire vibe from Brian.
Trixie: "I’ll be here, all week Brian. What I wanted to ask, could you source me a camera? I want to film a message to all 3. Like I want to do a series of videos. One for Nomad, One for Kelsey and One for Al. I’ll pay you for finding it and renting out the space…”
Brian puts up his hand as he had done to Chip and Trixie knew this meant stop, and crosses her legs, feeling a little dominated by Brian from only his hand. Regardless she was more eager for his reply on sourcing the camera.
Brian Hobbs: "I have a camera set. We film the boys in matches so we can make them a demo. I can set it up for you no problem on Friday only if each and every day I see improvement. No money, this time you’re going to pay with your in-ring skills, too many people rely on money power”.
Trixie is taken back by Brian’s comment and sees the challenge. Standing right up and shakes his hand as hard as she can, squeezing as hard as she can. Brian chuckles at Trixie’s fortitude to succeed his challenge.
Trixie: "Keep smiling buster, I’ll be using that camera. I can wrestle. You didn’t believe me when I came in, but I bet I could even make you tap with my armbar.”
Brian Hobbs: "Lets just saw your PAW opponents will and agree to disagree. See you tomorrow, bright and early. Training here is gonna be long hours, there is no fashionably late excuses. I’ll see you tomorrow”.
Friday 18th April 2016
Louisiana MMA Training Center @ 16:31 PM.
VIDEO #1 – JACK NOMAD – HARDCORE?
We see in a private room of the MMA Training Center is a dark room that features Trixie in an ultimate fighter kind of position. The feature? Trixie who sits in the center of the camera frame done up glamorously. Her blonde hair cascades down her face to give it her feminine shape. She has on a very light pink dress with clear glitter on the dress, making it sparkle from the lights provided by the MMA Center to keep their stars lit on videos. Trixie has attached to her left shoulder is a pinned microphone to pick up everything she says clearly and precisely.
Trixie’s make-up has been done to a natural standard and has her breasts not so much on display than she normally would. She gives a nod to the cameraman, Brian who starts to record her first video.
Trixie: "Jack Nomad. You’ve boasted about being someone who I should be terrified of. Someone that kids should be afraid of so they scoop up more vegetables so they grow up big and strong so they can fight you off. I heard what you had to say about me. You think I’m worthless, and you immediately…. immediately jump to insulting me in a sexual manner”
Trixie pauses as she gives Mr. Jack Nomad a clap for his approach, lips puckered and nodding as if Jack won an Oscar. Of course, Trixie can’t hold her expression and giggles to herself
Trixie: "Jack, I might have missed the paper about you putting that ‘Motherfucker’ in a coma, it just didn’t pop up as news. I reckon you’re used to that though. I always like to wonder why some guys are angry. A common problem is sexual frustration or maybe Jack Nomad has No Willy really. Perhaps he bolts around the roster with the smallest pecker of the bunch.”
Trixie as she says this holds her hand up, index finger and thumb near enough together giving just an inch between them as Trixie glances over at her hand and gives a very painful chuckle to some people. She turns back to the camera with her hands now placed on her lap and head tilts only slightly to show just how sassy Trixie can be
Trixie: "See Jack? I can go low as well. The thing I don’t seem to understand with men is they try to brand women with shame. Slut, Whore, Harlot, Jezebel, they all brand a woman for exploring her sexuality but guys on the other hand, well they get recognition for their sexual numbers. I really don’t care for your comments about me because to me, you’re as small as the trouser snake you have.”
Trixie stops and looks off camera with a “What” like expression, nodding at someone and once again does the small hand gesture before turning back to the camera. She takes a just a moment to clear her throat and talks just that little bit faster, shown to be slightly irritated by what she’s thinking about
Trixie: "I actually wonder how a guy like you actually landed a girl, Alexandra Kelly was it? You had some harsh comments for Kelsey, but for Mr. Al Envy, the other opponent in our fatal four way, you opened up with respect.”
Trixie simply tilts her head forward, eyebrows raised and questioning Jack as if he was the camera and then scans the film crew members off frame around her with a smiling question on her face and opens her arms up
Trixie: "Is it just me? I mean I’ve got blonde hair and large breasts, so I get pegged as the dumb bimbo. But even I see through the lines. If you’ve got a cock and balls, Jack Nomad will give you a nice little compliment before dishing some dirt. But girls like me and Kelsey, Jack throws shit like a retarded monkey in the zoo.”
Trixie pauses with a smirk visibly on her face but when she moves onto her next point, we can see a serious approach in not only her facial expression but whole body language. Sitting down and leaning forward, her hands now moving rather than remaining on her lap to emphasize her points in her next statement
Trixie: "Jack Nomad talks a lot. Face raping with his fists? Good One(!) Out of all the phrases, I’ve never heard such an offensive term to those poor victims of the abuse. What you won’t see from me is that kind of offensive language. Jack Nomad comes to me as the scary boy toy of Alex Kelly something… and out of both guys, Al Envy is by far the cuter guy, the more rugged. I guarantee you even your Pixie has closed her eyes and replaced you with that hunk Nomad, a couple of times I bet. Of course we never tell you that, we’re not monsters who face rape with fists. No, we girls are far more dangerous. You may talk like you’re going to win but your jaw will be wider than us gals do when we are in the giving mood for more well-endowed guys when I walk out the winner. Actually seeing the big man from Jersey lose his shit when I end up walking out the winner will be very satisfying in a way you Jack have never given any gal, aren’t I right Pixie?”
Trixie holds open her hands as if Alexandra Kelly had the floor to answer and just like that, Trixie swats away her opening. Instead Trixie glances past the camera to Brian, looking down at her lap and then back at the camera
Trixie: "I’ve spent time devoted to blocking strikes Jack, I am not saying every single one can be blocked. It’s a fatal four way and I’ll need to keep my eye out for the hunk with the nice junk and Kelsey Spencer. But that training will enable me to stop you Jack on you’re a-game. Hit you back with a strike you’ll never suspect and equal the odds you very much like to have.”
Trixie says with a wink as she pauses to herself and gets ready to close her video up with one final message on Nomad, clear in her eyes and face, Trixie is sick of talking about him and eager to finish her first video of three
Trixie: "I watched your match against Knux as well Jack. I’m very happy you won, because just as you make a commitment to improve where you stand in this promotion, I. Trixie. A Woman. Someone who you believe sucks of the Carnies. When I defeat you in this match, by pinning you or our other two opponents, I improve myself and I push you down, under my heel as a submissive bitch. That’s all I have to say about you Jack. Toodles”
Trixie waves by one finger at a time and gives a large smile, turning her head slightly as she gives the camera a seductive but girlish look as the feed comes to an end by fading slowly to black.
Friday 18th April 2016
Louisiana MMA Training Center @ 17:27 PM.
VIDEO #2 – Kelsey Spencer – Fan, Idol, Threat?
In the shot, Trixie is sitting, with some slight touch ups on her make-up. Lipstick now applied in a vibrant red shade as she also has on a slight add of mascara. Trixie’s pink dress now has the microphone attached at the right shoulder, clear she exited between videos from the scene and Trixie clears her throat in a cheerful mood.
Trixie: "So Kelsey, Kelsey, Kelsey. I know in my last video, I was quick to blast Nomad, my first and only mention of him in this video, for his sexist natured comments. But I must lead with one of my own and admire how clever the female mind is compared to the man. Kelsey knows I have tricks up my sleeves and I admire your spunk Kelsey for saying that. Just for saying that, I value you the most in this match, above brawn and muscles, because you are a clever cat in the ring. And I cannot take you at all for granted with a mind like that.”
Trixie pauses with a look of admiration for Kelsey as she looks away to cough and cover it before turning back to resume speaking
Trixie: "I really appreciate you saying you followed the DVD’s for me. You bought DVD’s for me, and that is clear….what’s the word? Draw. I learned it the other day. I drew in some sales, and is part of being a wrestler. You’ve proven what I say with just a step in my walk, Trixie sells and maybe Kelsey Spencer sells too, but when you compare us both, I think I can sit here and confidently say I outsell you by a margin. I don’t mean that in a bad way, its just fact, because you seem to think we can get along and a friend in PAW is really something that is hard to come by. Friends from my experience come by and emotionally toy with you. So if you think we’re going to be friends Kelsey, there is something that need to change with us.”
Trixie uses her hand to point at the camera as she starts her statement and begins by first brushing her hair back over her ear to look cute.
Trixie: "I like that you want to make Mr. Nomad tap, and believe me, different circumstances, I’d openly help you bend him into a certain pretzel. I’d allow you to lock in a submission and watch the little submissive bitch tap out. But its a fatal four way. I can tell you know what it means, every woman for herself and it means I’ll be slapping on the submission, I’ll be pinning Al Envy and I’ll be crushing your spirit. Out of everyone in this match up, you need to learn pretty fast PAW is Louisiana based, but in no way has country values of helping one another. Once you help a certain someone get to a title, they stab you in the back, crush your heart and leave you to bleed out…”
Trixie says as she looks down, appearing as a victim and still scorn to someone’s actions many a Wicked ago. Trixie can be seen balling up her right and into a fist and takes a deep breathe before releasing her hand and continues her promo, composed and confident, letting go of the past….it seems
Trixie: "Kelsey. I wish to welcome you to the promotion. PAW give a lot of breaks and you didn’t get any try-out. No dark match. PAW gave you this opening bout, and you’re gonna have to accept, I want to get ahead and I do that by standing on each and everyone of you. I’m so glad this match happened. Fatal Four Way means I beat 3 opponents in one match up. Look at the rest of the card, Single, Single, Tag, Single. At most Lola and Harris or Bombtrax come away by beating two people in one night. I get to walk away with 3 defeated and that is what I think you are missing. Show some respect girl. Because Trixie is coming to knee it out of you. Fitting name my finisher is called the shining apprentice, I may have just found mine. See Ya”
Trixie gives a wave to Kelsey, this one more using her wrist and elbow to wave, by keeping her fingers rested as the feed ends by fading to black
Friday 18th April 2016
Louisiana MMA Training Center @ 17:59 PM.
VIDEO #3 – Al Envy – Hello? Handsome
In the shot, Trixie is sitting, with her cleavage more on display and make-up done far more glamorously, with darkened eyes from eye-liner and eye shadow along with some bronzer and blush to enhance her appearance as much as possible
Trixie: "And lastly the handsome hunk Al Envy who I’m oh-so disappointed I didn’t get to hear him even speak my name. I’m a sucker for a guy who can fill out his trunks and he does just that. A perfect way for someone scorn to forget about someone would be Al Envy, the certain someone would be full of envy. Al, I can’t wait to see you in the ring up close.”
Trixie stops speaking as she looks on at the camera quite lustfully and over exhibiting to show she’s over a certain someone. She then rubs her hands down her sides for emphasis to Al (and whoever else maybe watching) just how curvy she really is.
Trixie: "Now I may not seem like much of a wrestler, I’ve already heard that all week long. I am. I can and I’ll show you exactly how I do it in the ring because I’m oh so looking forward to getting my hands on you. My, My. You’re even taller than the other man in this match and far taller than a certain Boston resident who I won’t name for personal reasons. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on you because I’m so concentrated on you, if that makes any sense.”
Trixie kinda of plays with her hair briefly to fix it and make herself more appealing to Envy and also to look her best, but more so the former than the latter. She crosses her legs and we can see the tip of her knee on frame as it’s smooth and soft as well as tanned.
Trixie: "I haven’t seen any of your wrestling Al, but I’ve heard rumours and hushes, more so about certain physical aspects I was interested in but a couple of actual wrestling things too. I hear you’re a great striker, I bet even better than the smaller man, in both aspects, in this match and I hate to say it but I’ve been working on them all week long. So I plan on bringing you down Al and making you tap out, and getting the victory first of all, with an armbar I still get to feel your arms, gorgeous arms.”
Trixie imagines holding the arms of Al Envy and then holds her own shoulders as over emphasis of her desires to show a certain someone he’s old news and publically display her new found affection
Trixie: "I’m really not sure what else to say except, later cutie pie. Come find me and introduce yourself, don’t be a stranger”
Trixie says as she blows Mr. Envy a kiss and waves to the camera. The feed comes to an end with a fade to black
Friday 18th April 2016
Louisiana MMA Training Center @ 19:00 PM.
Trixie can be seen in the editing suite of the MMA Center where she is joined by Brian who is currently playing back the Wicked #8 DVD. He chuckles to himself and Trixie questions him
Trixie: "What’s so funny?”
Brian Hobbs: "Trixie, you’ve got one hell of a stalker. This clown guy, sniffs your underwear and look, look, watch”
Trixie observes Redrum divulge into Trixie’s underwear and sniffing the thong, but doesn’t stay to see him, instead turns back around in a fit of mild anger
Trixie: "That dirty, perverted clown. I’m gonna have a little chat with him next time I see him. More anger for my match up I guess.”
Trixie walks off to leave the editors to piece together the editing and Trixie herself goes home for a nice and needed rest after the week of intense training, ready for the next week and her fatal four way.
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