Alexandra Kelly

Name: Alexandra Kelly aka The Pixie
Age: 27
Years of Fed Experience: 9 years+
Contact Info: You got my Skype and everything else 

Real Name: Alexandra Marie Kelly
D.O.B.: 08/01/1988
Ethnicity: I have not the slightest idea LOL
Hometown: West Palm Beach; Florida
Pic Base: Aj Lee- Brooks
Twitter: @pixieamk

Ring Name: Alexandra Kelly
Nicknames: The Pixie
Hails From:
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 107lbs
Alignment: Neutral with Heel Tendency
Trained By: Shannon Summers; Shawna Martinez; Devin Hawk; Jack Nomad
Character Biography: Alexandra pretty much lived a normal life, surrounded by a complicated yet decent family. With her father and brother both being former marines, being a girl was probably the toughest challenge she had to face. Everything changed when she met a guy and fell in love. Like most love stories it did end badly, but out of the worst things.- something good can come. She realized that deep inside of her there was a passion for something called Wrestling. After hard training and several bruises, she was signing her first contract with a place called IWC. In her first two months with the company she became the leading lady of the female division, wearing the gold. The place closed and she thought that this was the end of her story.

She would start to pick up her study of Art again. Finally getting her degree and only being one step away from getting married... she thought she had it all. Which was as far from the truth as possible, right? That was around the time Carnage Wrestling took interest in her. By offering her a contract, they caused Miss Kelly to once again let it happen. Wondering if she still had that feisty yet inspiring aura to leave the world speechless.

After only a few months of training she had been holding the Ultraviolent Title in CW. Showing that size really did not matter, unless your a guy... and yeah different story.

During a painful and personal loss at Ultimate Carnage, Alexandra was taking her time. Laying low so to say. After she finally did part ways with Carnage for good, the time to move on has arrived. New Chapter, New Book. Soon enough finding a new home, called KSC.- down in bloody Canada. Having a rather successful run currently.- she was looking for another challenge considering her career. Taking everything she learnt in this company to survive in this circus.

After a looking around for quite a while.- she would sign with PAW. Not to mention several companies closing and vanishing, it was time for a break. With recharged batteries, the Pixie is ready to once again leave the audience in awe. No one mourns the Wicked.

Career History: I have no clue about a win/loss record. But I would say I a more on the plus side, haha. Noteable feuds against Jackson, Jack Nomad
Gimmick: Alexandra pretty much is like a blizzard. Considering her size many would think she would stay away from bigger people. But that never was the case. She is pretty much aware of her talents. Speed. Technique. Agility. Managing to bring herself in dangerous situations, you could consider her a risktaker. Inside the ring is very much like outside the ring, restless. Always on fire. She hardly is caught standing still, her eyes set on the opponent and possible outside factors. Hardly seen mocking the crowd, but enjoys giving them a great show. From hyper to furious all is possible. A feisty predator, searching for people's weakness. Using it to her advantage. Enjoys ending her matches with submission moves, as there is nothing more pleasant than making your opponent tap. Cry. Give up.
Entrance Music: 'Fresh Blood' {The She Demons}
Entrance Description: ...The lights in the arena suddenly dims till it fades out fully. The crowd is left in complete darkness for a few moments, before the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers. Mixed reactions were given by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spot falling onto the top of the entrance ramp, which moments later gets filled by a petite person. Alexandra Kelly. Or better known as the Pixie. She would stand still for a few moments, soaking in the atmosphere.- getting a good bit of this adrenaline rush.

The Team Pixie chants would soon errupt when the small devil starts walking down the ramp. Here and there touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. With the music playing out loud by now, Pixie took some moments posing in front of the ring. Taking time to point at some of the crowd. Before finally sliding inside the ring in a rather graceful manner, making her way ontop of the tunrbuckle...

Fighting Style: Technical; Submission; Extreme [Hardcore]
In-Ring Strengths: Speed; Technique; Agility
In-Ring Weakness: Size; Strength; Temper
Favorite Match Type: Submission Matches
Favorite Weapon: Sledgehammer
Common Moves:
• Michinoku Driver
• Headspring Kip- up
• Belly to Back Suplex
• Double Underhook Suplex
• Body Scissors
• Argentine Backbreaker
• Cradle DDT
• Flap Jack
• Bitch Slap
• Fisherman Buster
• Lotus Lock
• Leg Drop
• Inverted Sharpshooter
• Inverted Dragonsleeper
• Leg Scíssors Choke
• Missile Drop Kick
• Bulldog from second rope
• High Flying Crossbody
• Split- Legged Corkscrew Moonsault
• Corkscrew Shooting Star Press
• Shiranui
• Guillotine choke with body scissors
• Fallaway Slam
• Rope hung Boston crab
• Somersault senton [from the ring apron]
{TEN MINIMUM, TWENTY FIVE MAXIMUM}

Signature Moves:
1. Move Name X-Ray [European Uppercut]
2. Move Name National Anthem [Single Knee Facebuster]
3. Move Name Pixie Dust [Slingshot Suplex]
4. Move Name Painkillers [Top Rople Double Stomp]
5. Move Name Lights Out [Bridging Rings of Saturn]
{FIVE MAXIMUM}

Finisher(s):
1. Move Name The Alex Effect [Black Widow]
2. Move Name Spotlight [Shining Wizard]
{TWO MAXIMUM}

In-Ring Attire:*
- Mostly stuff she can move well in, to use her flexibility and speed. Basicly think Aj Lee and you got the right picture. Depending on her mood, the colors change. Mostly going for black and red these days. Costume made sneakers that turned into ringboots. Good luck charme.

Sample Roleplay:
●Another try. Another chance. Another time going for the big one. There was a bitter taste in her mouth whenever thinking about her upcoming match. He beat me before. She was still mad about it. It was not nice to take a loss, but even less fun when you had it. Everything was decided in one second.- much to her dismay. While the Pixie had been fighting like a lioness through the whole match, she wasn’t sure Boston had done the same. But there was time to complain about things.- just not now. Focus. What happened at the last episode of Uprising? The loyal viewers of KSC were able to answer that question. Nothing. Boston and Cyrus got defeated by Hawk and Alex. Maybe it was arrogance that caused that loss. Maybe it was hormones that went to the head of Boston. Instead of doing his job, he was too busy being the tough guy. Trying to flirt his way into the expensive panties of Persephone. Well done. But this week was different. This was not about holding a grudge or the voices that told her she had failed. Sometimes you had to linger for a little longer. Allowing others to feel safe, before striking them down. And that was the plan. Win or Lose. Alexandra Kelly came with two things on her mind. Winning the Chivalry Title. Check. And another that was probably just as big. Destruction. Check[/i]. For too long she had to keep up the image of being that nice girl. Smiling for the cameras even when she had nothing left to give. Sometimes those that gave the most, were the ones always being overlooked. Did Boston know how that felt? Probably not. Oh yeah, he has been struggling. People have been putting him down, so what? Pity? Fake it a little longer boy. Winning the big one and then what? Getting all comfortable and lazy. Well done. Being a leader meant to actually have the balls to live up to the hype. Supporting your company came with a lot of obligations. Actual duties. While in the beginning this could have been a friendly encounter between two competitors.- it was impossible to see it like that. This ain't a Hollywood movie. Not a thousands tries to get the scene right. Mark my words Mister Man Pun 2016. Blood is what keeps you going. Blood is what will end you. Pixie 187.●

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●Am Ende ist die Dunkelheit 6.1●
LOCATION: Toronto; Canada
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF

Paint me Black. Take all the color that is left inside of me. She was some sort of a poet, ever since she was able to read and write. Some habits you couldn’t get rid of. Many of her so called colleagues would love to party hard and never give a care about live. Spend money like there is no tomorrow and all that stuff. You never did fit. While this would upset her in the past, she felt somewhat at peace with it. Seeing them fall for false promises when reality hit them hard. And that was the shit about reality, sooner or later it will catch you. Hunt you down. Leave you like a bloody mess. Alexandra Kelly could probably write a novel on that. One day.

This week literally seemed like it would never end. Running from event to event, promoting the new formed Team of Hawk and herself. Blood And Scars. Then training. And if all went right a little bit of sleep here and there. There was a plan behind keeping her busy, something she could read whenever she looked at Hawk. Her mental episodes had become less during the days, while at night she was so tired.- even her dreams were empty. The girl never had a daily routine.- maybe that was the key. When her alarm kicked her out at 5am, it took several more moments to even open those eyes. Her view had not cleared yet, which made swinging her legs out.- let’s say, risky. Nonetheless her feet would touch the ground, feeling up the soft fabric of the carpet. When she looked around it was time to admit that this by no means was a shabby place to stay. Quite comfortable. Maybe a little too fluffy, but whatever.

“New day. New duty.”

She mumbled to herself somewhat, considering that no one was around. In a not very graceful manner she would drag her ass out of bed, stretching. The black panties barely covering her apple shaped butt. When she opened the curtains the sun had already set, filling up the room with a small amount of light.

“I don’t understand you… .”

Alexandra would use her fingers to comb her hair a little, making sure it was fall straight over her shoulders. A small sigh would escape her lips when starting to go get dressed. Nothing fancy. Just regular workout gear that would bring he through the day. By the time she had left that hotel room, there was no one found in the hallway. Exactly. Who gets up at such a time. Instead of using the elevator she would go for the stairs, hurrying her way down. Sometimes taking more than one step, for whatever reason. The lobby area was barely more alive, which made her wave to the concierge on her way out. The city was slowly waking up when Alexandra entered the park.

“You do not know what you are talking about.”

Doing her daily cardio was nothing funny.- yet necessary. Her heart would skip a few beats every here and there. Something she by now was used to. Healthy as a horse, yeah. Sure. Whatever. A little out of breath she would reach one of the colorful, wooden benches. Letting herself drop down.

“I really wish things could be different. I hoped for it to be honest. But there comes a moment when you lose the possibility to choose. Sure, I could walk away. Letting someone have what is truly mine. But what would that change? The moment of defeat would hunt me for the rest of my life. Do not get me wrong here people.- I am not at the end of the road. But maybe our beloved champion is. Yeah. Boston. You remember his face? Not? Doesn’t surprise me, as it seems that he only drags his ass here when it matters. Totally understandable. He is above us all. The new messiah with the wicked hair. What direction you trying to lead us beloved leader. What are we supposed to believe? That you actually care about KSC? That this place matters to you? Laughable. You have done what you have been told since day one, like a little bitch. But then again could be that I am just a little bitter about my loss.”

Alexandra was taking a moment to breath. It was hard to keep in the laughters. This was only one thing, a farce.

“It is easy to be a good soldier when you have nothing else to do. I have been in your shoes. Because if you have paid a little attention darling.- I have been champion in other places. I have been in cage matches more than once. Against whoever they would put in front of me. Did you see me complain? It is those kind of matches that determine what you are made of. I give you that honey.- I was really proud of you. Once upon a time. How does that sound to you? The wonderful beginning of a fairytale.- or maybe we have already reached the very end. You once said to me that you half the time do not understand what I am talking about. That i am crazy. I would have taken that as compliment.- if it wasn’t coming from a empty boy. Someone that never taken the time to look a little closer. And why would you.- I am only a small girl. But keep one thing in mind.- it doesn't impress people when you start repeating yourself. Only taking wild guesses sugar, but maybe you should cut down on living the rockstar life. It is not for everyone. Some can live up to greatness, while others get destroyed by it. What is there to tell about Boston.- if this was indeed his end?”

She began playing with her hair.- as if she started to think hard. A little wrinkle forming between her eyes.

“Not too long ago I would have thought we are friends. Even when standing in opposite corners.- you had my respect. You came with nothing and fought your way up. But you do realise that I am speaking of it in past tense. Not cause anything about your skills has changed, you are still one hell of a wrestler. Great physique and decent moves. And i could praise you a little longer.- but time is ticking. And i am not quite sure if that is good or bad for you. The whole world noticed one thing about you Boston.- you have no direction. You making a fool of yourself with your recent actions. Starting pointless fights over social media. Or sucking up to a girl that already treats you like a bitch. Is that what you are into? Being put on a leash and commanded around? You should have said honey. Seriously, I know quite some exquisite folk that would love to toy with you. I can not even blame Pers for the way she treats you. If a man acts like a dog, treat him like one.”

As if Karma itself appeared.- there were some dogs passing her by. The sniffed on her legs a moment, obviously expecting a little pat on the head. She would lean forward, rubbing them softly.

“One has to figure out when it is time to make excuses.- and when it is the moment to man up. I have not treated you disrespectful ever.- yet there were plenty of occasions where I probably should have. Who do you think I am posterboy? Someone you can push around because of size? I have taken more kicks to my body in this company.- than you can even imagine. Yet I always remained focused. My private life never got in the way. I couldn’t care less what you do in your off time.- or who. That is when you manage to do your job right. I can be as crazy as I want to be.- but I am still professional. Just cause I wanna slit your chest open and rip your heart out.- doesn’t mean I take you any less serious. I know you can break me, but at the end of the day.- I can do the same to you. My liver may be fucked boy, but my heart is always honest. No matter if I walk in darkness or light. I have my always been a one girl army. Even the times I teamed up with people. Let me play a little game with you. I tried to analyze you for quite a while. And why this could be fun and all.- it was not. I got bored. Cause you have more mood swings than a girl PMSing. Some would call you pathetic, some actually do, but not me. I can see right through your game. And I wanna hug you so badly. My petite hands wrapped around your throat.”

Sometimes you had to forget all you ever knew.- to become a bigger person. All manners and habits. Alexandra was bringing her water bottle up to those full lips.- taking a good sip. A few drops got spilled, which she licked off slowly.

“There will come a day when you ask yourself.- was it worth it? Was my urge to be noticed really that big. It is okay to be desperate. When you are a fifty year old female that needs to get laid. None of this does occur to you though. You are a young healthy man that could have taken over the business. Instead you decided you become a whiny, confused creature. What happened to the Boston we all knew? I would love to say you grew up.- but it seems you stepping back. In evolution and in your career. Leave aside the fact that you are Champion, what have you done to become someone? Nothing. This is the time where you become a little princess.- pulling a tantrum here and there. Think of it what you want, but I have never given you anything but the truth. Never created no illusions for you. Why? Cause it is not necessary, the truth hurts a lot more in the end. My father was a moron, but that is one thing he taught me. Slap them left and right with their own mistakes, no need to make things up.”

Count till ten. Alexandra closed her eyes, letting herself be consumed by the darkness. It was then when peace was so close. Reachable.

“You know that this cage comes with stipulations? And I have been giving thoughts to it, wondering what probably could come from your end. It would give me some sleepless nights, which only got me pissed off. But nowadays it seems a lot of things and people have that effect on me. I get bored of the same nonsense. Unworthy folks trying to put me down.- trying to outsmart me. Tell you what gangster, you ain’t seen nothing yet. You think you have witnessed crazy in the holy halls of KSC? I have a hunger that can’t be tamed. It is growling at me whenever I try to focus on what is there to come. The answer is so easy that it would never appear in front of your eyes. It doesn’t matter what you deliver, cause my reply will be extremely painful. Get over it my sweet little plum, I have nothing to be scared of. You should know by now that I never back down. I never give up. And if it costs me my last breath, I will give it to you with a bloody smile. Do you recognize me now? Or still too busy with being famous, correction.- pretending to be.”

By now she had brought up both her legs on the bench, her knees underneath her face. In a lazy manner she would lean her head on them, her jaw resting on it. The tone of her voice was rather calm, but yet sharp enough to cut through the silence.

”Maybe you think that I am too harsh. That I am not giving you the speech you deserve. Who knows, maybe you are right. The truth is though, you have never given me the respect I have earnt. Neither has the company. So maybe you are right, this is just the reaction of a neglected little girl. Oh daddy, he didn’t pick me... .”

This time there was no need to hold back her own laughter. Gone was the melodic tone of it, replaced by some roughness. The fire in her eyes was burning bright, her hands clenched to fists.

”... do not kid yourself. This is not about you being the handpicked golden boy. Shit, if this actually was the first time someone bet against me. I may have to spell it out for you, i simply do not care. I belong in this business. I can live up against the biggest names, never letting myself down. I have no need for someone shaking their pom poms for me. As I have shown in the past.- I can do that myself. But let's not get silly here my love. You got something that I want and come our match.- I will try my all to take it. Kick. Crawl. Bleed. Whatever is necessary to get in your face. And when all's said and done, I either stand on top of your empty corpse.- or you took me out. But when you attempt to do that Boston, get the job done right. I may have failed to take the title last time, but you left me breathing. That maybe was not your first mistake in life, but for sure one you will never forget. Have faith in me Boston, as I had in you. Honor me with your full attention. For once live up to the hype that you ride on. And for god’s sake finally stop being a coward. I will make you another scar on my body, which is more than most get.”

Alexandra was winking towards the camera before finally getting up. It was by no means warm enough to sit on the outside. When she stretched a few bones would crack. Nothing to worry about. Or at least that was what she told herself. In a rather slow manner she started to walk, the focus still set on her. She was filmed now from the side, her profile good viewable. Some loose strands falling over her cheek.

“I saw you at your best Boston. And yet I have seen you when your life was not all that beautiful. I didn’t think any less of you. If I am honest it was the opposite. I was proud to know someone that could overcome all the odds. But you are not heading into a direction you will regret sooner or later. It might take a lifetime to realise, but it will come to you. The moment you will come to your senses.- it will be too late. You will be the footnote in a song nobody remembers. The bloody mess that they take care off after a show. Never look down on me, cause the moment you turn your back on me.- is when you fall. I am not a nice person, yet I never claimed to be. I was angry and sad for too long. Look at me now Boston. Doesn’t you notice how well the change does me? Life is so much more fun when you give up control. Putting it all on the line. Let’s be a bit vulgar since you seem to like that. At Uprising your ass belong to be and fuck, I will ride you like a little pony.”

Once she looked directly into the camera, shrugging her shoulders. In her usual manner she would blow a kiss towards the viewers. Or maybe Boston. Who did count at this point. Alexandra now started to run again, getting her tempo up to the limit. The camera getting a good view of her backside.

The most celebrated are the rehabilitated. Or was it, those that die a pretty and slow death?!

●Ich sah einen roten Fluss●
LOCATION: Toronto; Canada
CAMERA STATUS: ON/OFF

Ain’t nobody like me in this world. It was moments like that these that made her realise.- how unique the Pixie really was. She saw em all come and go. Wondering how some of them were able to survive that long. Maybe sucking up really did pay the rent. It was hilarious to just think about it. Life had been better, yet it had been a lot worse. A lot of her emotions had been boiling on the inside. Till a certain point she was able to keep them under control, shutting them out completely. Everything was so much easier when you could focus without feelings getting in the way.

She had been sitting inside this sticky waiting room for almost twenty minutes. This appointment was by no means her idea. She was somewhat forced to come here. Push through it. Having this monologue probably for the third time, a small grin appeared on her face. It was the assistant that now got her attention, when appearing directly in front of her. That cotton candy smile on her face. All it takes is a punch.

“The doctor awaits you… .”

”Good for him.”

She honestly was mumbling.- but the needy bitch obviously heard her. She was giving Alex this grumpy look.- before turning around. What? Honestly probably wasn’t very welcome in this place. Noted. She had only opened the door to the office.- having a hard time breathing. The air was sticky and the guy behind the desk looked at her through big glasses.

”My name is… .”

”Does that now work like in Anger Management? I am not interested. I am here because the world thinks something is wrong with me. So let me tell you what the world can do to my wonderful ass… .”

The Psycho uncle got up from his seat.- walking around the table. He would stop inches away from her, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

”Is that your normal behaviour Miss Kelly? It could be considered rather rude…your friends worry. You have blackouts and... .”

”Considered? Let me get something straight with you honey, I do not have a problem. People around me seem to fail and understand what this is about. So maybe instead of going all guru on me.- you should meet up with them. I got it all under control. And on top of it, I got a big match to prepare for. So this is not helping…. .”

He remained very calm but wanted to interrupt her, which caused her to raise her index finger. She would come extremely close. Her head bend in an awkward position.

’’... you are the doctor. Ever consider that I simply do not wanna remember some things? I have not been riding here on a unicorn and someone obviously did shit in my cereals. You wanna heal me? Get back the real me? I have news for you… this is more me than I have ever been before. So write them an eMail… you tried your all. And you failed.”

Alex by then would stand on the tip of her toes, kissing the man’s forehead. She was giggling a little smelling the scent of his sweat. Disgusting. Yet a worthy reward. When getting back on the ground she turned her back on him, checking the file with her name on it. She would look through it briefly, starting to laugh.

”I do not understand half of the things you say in there, but what I understand is this. You think I got some loose screws. Well done. My boss. My family. My opponents could have told you that. So that is what they pay you for? Stating the obvious? I am very disappointed my love. Maybe I should charge you, for wasting my time. Either way, I think our time is up.”

Rather gently she laid the folder in his hands, stepping back in her innocent manner. She would dance towards the door.- but looking back at him again. Those white teeth giving a flashing smile.

”I must admit the saying is true, time flies when you are having fun. Tata.”

The Pixie would walk out the office with her head held up high, her shoulders straight. Shooting a little wink towards the assistant, tempted to stick her tongue out. But she wouldn’t. Half she expected security welcoming her at the door, but that never happened. Instead she was heading out, enjoying the freedom to make her own decisions. Not allowing anyone to disgrace her. Focus.

Saint or Sinner, in the end we are all meatsuits. No one more special than the other. Unless you would count the SPECIAL special. Alexandra Kelly had been shouldering her bags for too long. And would continue to do so. One girl army was the motto. A Pixie does not back down. A Pixie does not care about others. And on top of it all, a Pixie does not get angry. She gets always Even.

One night in Boston… oops, Canada.[/i][/font]