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| Desire; [Xenia] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 18 2017, 10:16 PM (24 Views) | |
| Craig | Apr 18 2017, 10:16 PM Post #1 |
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Welcome to the assigned ‘Prodigy’ gym for the week. It’s tough finding a place in each town but somehow Xenia manages to do it. She has been at this for a long time, after all. We find her sat cross-legged on the floor in silence, Dimmu Borgir standing nearby with his massive arms folded over his chest. Borgir: “I want to know how you think you’re gonna win.” Silence reigns for several seconds as Xenia carefully considers his response, she closes her eyes and only then does it come to her. Xenia: “Passion.” Borgir: “Desire.” Her eyes now open, she blinks as she readjusts to the light and she looks up curiously. Borgir: “One is a former Hellcats Champion, the other holds it now. They know how it feels, you don’t. You’ve held many titles over your career but none in FIW. To win a title even once in FIW, it means more. It means that you beat somebody, you did something worthwhile.” And he should know, he was once part of the third ever FIW Tag Team Champions and fought the Hall of Famers, Cerberus. Borgir: “I can’t begin to tell you how it feels, forget having your name etched forever in the title history or an accolade added to your already impressive record. It’s bigger than that.” This is the very reason that Charlie Tango is out and the Dark Lord is in. He has the knowledge, the experience and the legitimacy to make a difference in situations like this. Borgir: “This is what Mercedes doesn’t understand. She can judge Crystal Blake all she likes for shaking your hand, but when you’re the Champion things change… you change. I guess that’s what Mercedes never got. You’re the Champion of a whole division, a representation in this case of every woman who has a dream to wrestle in FIW. You’re not just the Champion for your best friend.” He reaches down and picks up a small blue cloth bag and he dusts it off. Borgir: “I want to show you something.” Having opened the string keeping it closed, he reaches inside and produces a very old title belt. It has an FIW logo on it from days gone by. There’s a moment, fleeting, as he looks at it and becomes almost teary. Borgir: “This is the FIW Chaos Championship, given to me by Jack Manson himself when he was General Manager. I was the first to win it before it was added to the Hardcore title to make the Extreme Chaos Championship. You have no idea how hard I fought for it. I have mind, body and soul.” His rival for it was Jack Manson, they engaged in five of the most brutal matches in FIW history in a best of five series. Borgir: “There’s only a couple of people still around from that era - Hitchen, Jeff Noon, Jack, Nightmare, me. Only we truly know what a war it was, what sacrifices were made so that FIW is such a prosperous environment it is today. In some ways we’ve all been searching for a way to be relevant in the same vein once again.” He begins to offer the belt to Xenia and she opens her hands but he retracts it at the last moment. Borgir: “I can’t even let you touch it. I’m not proud, nor am I ashamed. It belongs to me.” He clears a heavy throat, needing a gulp to clear it. Borgir: “You know how it feels to have your entire world changed in one moment. People don’t like to mention David Costello’s name around you but I’m not afraid. Much like you learned in that moment that people you thought as friends were only too willing to sell you out for some easy bucks, I found that success is tainted by the jealousy and resentment of your peers.” The belt is held in his hands for a few more moments, he stares blankly down at the faded face. It could almost represent him, having it too seen better days. Borgir: “I cherish this title, I nearly died in claiming it. I was set on fire, Saraya-Jade. I want you to make me a promise.” He kneels and places a hand upon her shoulder. Borgir: “If Mercedes Blackwell douses you in lighter fluid and Crystal Blake puts a lit flame to it, you’ll keep on fighting.” Xenia: “I will.” They lock eyes, the Dark Lord looks to test her but he senses the conviction inside her. Borgir: “I believe you.” He wipes a tear from his blackened eye and nods his head towards the ring behind the both of them, where two young females are running the ropes. Xenia: “Guests of yours?” Borgir: “I want to test you before the match on Friday. I’d like you to meet Coral and Clover Rhodes from Chesterfield in England.” Xenia looks back over her shoulder to spy the two girls seemingly in the early-20’s, who are obviously twins. Xenia: “A triple threat warm up?” Borgir: “More like a handicap match. It might come down to Mercedes in her buxom womanness and Crystal Blake wanting to take you out of the game so they can settle it between themselves. I spoke about desire. I’ve promised them that if either of them can beat you, they not only will be granted a scholarship at my dojo in Japan and have access to my teachings, but they get your spot on Friday in the title match.” Xenia: “You wouldn’t let me touch what’s yours, now you’re trying to take what’s mine.” Borgir: “Right now you have an opportunity to be Hellcats Champion, there are two other women trying to take that from you too.” Xenia: “It’s my destiny to be Hellcats Champion, no matter what lengths I have to go to or what obstacles are in my path.” Her mind flashes back to all those other challenges. LaTonya Jackson, Sunshine, Olivia Areano, April Lynn and Mercedes Blackwell. They all wanted to take something from her in their own ways. Xenia: “It’s meant to be.” She cracks her knuckles, then rather sickeningly her neck. She slides into the ring and we cut to Dimmu Borgir placing his belt carefully in its cloth bag, only interrupted by the sounds of screams behind him - and they aren’t Xenia’s. |
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