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| Of Love & People; [Xenia] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 27 2017, 08:09 PM (44 Views) | |
| Craig | Apr 27 2017, 08:09 PM Post #1 |
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Welcome to the SSE Arena in Belfast, where the lights have been dimmed and a solid steel cage has been lowered around the squared circle. Xenia heads to the ring accompanied by the Dark Lord. She looks up at the cage, then starts to walk around to the door. She stops, then begins climbing up the cage wall. She swings her legs over the top and hops down into the middle of the ring. Borgir reaches through the door to present her with a microphone but he remains on the outside looking in. Xenia: “I came to talk about one thing, that being love. All power in this world is measured by how much love you have in your life. It’s the reason why Mercedes Blackwell follows Johnny Amazing around like a pathetic lapdog. It’s why she panders to the fans that will fill this arena come Tuesday night. It’s why she’s friends with Brittany and why she insisted on coming back as a referee before bring cleared to compete. She wants the love, she wants the admiration and the empathy.” There’s a calmness about Xenia, completely devoid of emotion and perhaps even passion. Not to compete, but for Mercedes Blackwell and her outlook on life. Her voice is hard, harsh and monotone as she delivers this promo. Xenia: “Whether you love to bring joy… or my personal choice of suffering, you cannot deny that love is a de-lect-able experience.” She throws her head back to cackle, after ensuring to enunciate the word ‘delectable’ as if relishing the very thought of allowing it to escape her lips. Xenia: “It is a ravenous wildfire with beautiful shooting flames across the jungle floor of professional wrestling. It is a divine wine that brings warmth to those who are fortunate enough to sip at its font. It cannot be defined. You have to live it… you have to feel it. Get them to love you, Mercedes, and then they’ll do anything for you. But you already know that, don’t you? How does it feel to know that you have lost the love of those fans? To have lost some of them to Crystal Blake? You know that it took two of you to beat me. And now I think they would rather see you suffer than see your beautiful smile once more.” Dimmu Borgir, his arms folded across his massive chest, nods his head slowly in agreement. The camera on him is underneath his chin looking up, ensuring that his face paint glows and darkens in the light. Xenia: “I like their style because I too would rather see you suffer. Your fans have been given a choice, no matter what I want or what I do, you have a date with Crystal Blake at Anarchy in the UK. Whatever condition I leave you in after Tuesday night you will slither to the ring. I think they will throw you to the ravenous wolves like nothing more than a meaningless piece of meat. I think we’ve reached a bridge, Mercedes. We can cross that bridge and we come to a threshold and it’s high time you stopped underestimating me. Thinking of me as just a woman is a mistake, I am not. I am a fighter. I am a competitor. I don’t back down and I don’t surrender. I am the brutal conscious of a world that has willingly allowed itself to be tossed itself away to mortal monsters. I watch and I wait and I will destroy everything precious to you. These are not words, Mercedes, not just words. They are razor blades of truth and the truth cuts deep.” She begins to walk closer to the ropes and therefore the cage. Xenia: “Before you and Crystal split the co-Championship, we have a date with destiny on ReVolt inside a steel cage and I can hope you have a nice dress to wear for such an occasion. How fitting that we are modern day gladiators fighting for the respect of our people. This cage defines your world, Mercedes, and everything you stand for. All the blood, sweat and tears you have expended fighting for your people has landed you right in here with me, the one place above all else you DON’T want to be. Like a snake trapped with a rat in a box. Your nightmares have become my dreams come true. In my dreams I hear them, I feel them, I see them one-by-one. Not the people who will observe what happens in this cage, you can have them. I refer to every Hellcat past, present or to come who will look to me to lead this division into the future.” The Original Vixen climbs up the cage, the microphone gritted between her teeth. She sits across the top of the structure, taking in the view from up on high. Xenia: “Can you see me, Mercedes? They are my people now. I am one of them and they are me. They are the vines, I am the tree.” Pictures flash across the screen. Brittany, Jenny Chennault, Kim Coulter, Catherine Neville, Kellyn, Sakura, Vi, Jaime Lee, Lara Toni, Anna, Emily Stratfield and it ends on Crystal Blake beside Mercedes Blackwell before the image dies and it’s replaced by one of the Prodigy, Xenia, kneeling on top of the cage. |
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| BleakInfinity | Apr 30 2017, 07:54 AM Post #2 |
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As Xenia's promo fades out, the scene fades to another one. That of the woman that was just addressed in Xenia's promo, the co-Hellcats Champion, Mercedes Blackwell. Mercedes is sat in the middle of a row of punching bags inside of a gym. It looks like she just got done hitting those very bags. Her wrist-wraps hang off of her and she's dripping with sweat from the strenuous workout. Mercedes shakes her head as the camera pans in closer on her. "Ay Xenia..." Mercedes shakes her head in disappointment. "You think I underestimate you?! You think I'm actually tonta enough to sit here and think you're just any other wrestler?" Mercedes squints her eyes with a shake of her head at the notion. "If anyone underestimated you then Crystal and me wouldn't both have gone for a pin at the same time. If we were that stupid then you might be the one holding the title. Then there would be no co-champions and no mess. But here we are..." Mercedes motions to the camera with a sweeping motion of her hand. Not to the gym she's in but the current status of the title. "I wouldn't be preparing for you the way someone prepares for a fight, Xenia. The way that I prepared for Kim. Maybe you think she's beneath you and doesn't have the skill or whatever you think, but when I got in that cage with her? It was a fight, Xenia. A fight that you and me are gonna have, mama. They don't just put two people into a cage for a regular wrestling match." Mercedes grabs a bottle of water from nearby and takes a quick drink. She wipes some residual sweat from her brow. "What? Did you think because I like makeup and nice clothes that I don't prepare for matches? Did you think that that meant I take you as a non-threat?" Mercedes shakes her head at the camera, dumbfounded look on her face. "I prepare for everyone, Xenia. I might not be the best wrestler but I always go into that ring to win. I love to wrestle. I love my fans. So Crystal has more fans now? Good. That's what happens when you prove yourself and win a title. Are her fans not allowed to also be my fans? Or yours? Says who? You?" Mercedes points a finger to the camera as if Xenia is right in the same room with her. "Don't sit here and tell me that you're not moved by love because everyone is. From me, Johnny, you, Crystal to Kim Coulter and Nathaniel Alexander. We fight for those that we love. Whether it's our fans, our jobs, our pets, whatever. Everyone is moved by love no matter what. You're not above it, mija. Just because you're a tough girl doesn't mean anything to me. Even tough girls love." Mercedes shrugs in a very "Johnny Amazing" way. "So what? A bunch of pictures of former champions? What are you trying to say? Are you better than them? Are you going to beat them too?" Mercedes mockingly "shivers" and acts scared. "You talk about yourself like if you are the current champion, Xenia. It may not be the way that I'd like but I am a champion. You're not. You still haven't won it. You can try and beat me down, that's fine. I've been beaten down before, it's no big deal. I'll come at you just as hard, mamacita." Mercedes flashes a grin to the camera. "I'll continue to do this because I love it, Xenia. Sorry your love is dried out." And just like that Mercedes blows a kiss into the camera and the scene does fade to black this time. |
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