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Post by Josh Duncan on Oct 2, 2014 13:35:21 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is October 16th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by alexastrange on Oct 16, 2014 13:04:22 GMT -6
The camera focuses in on the leggy brunette sitting on the bar stool. She sips wine from a narrow-stemmed glass, pinkie out of course. She regards the camera and gives a slight wink, before setting down the glass and clearing her throat.
“Ah PWP… a glittering oasis for wayward wrestling souls to come work out some of their aggression in a relaxed manner, am I correct, luvs? It’s quite appealing to me, what with my employment as a television commentator for Hard Knox Wrestling's Ignite brand, I rarely get to strap up the old boots and pummel wayward souls anymore. All of that changes at PWP #12, as I set foot back into a ring for the first time in well over a year and grind my opponent under my elegantly polished heel.”
A man approaches and nods to the bartender, and the bartender sets another glass in front of her. Alexa nods to the bartender, and then turns to the man and winks, patting his hand.
“Thank you, sir. See, when you’re as exquisite as the Quadruple B… that is to say, the British Bitch Behaving Badly known as Alexa Strange; well, you’re in high demand and people do things for you. Such as buy me drinks, or clothing, or even jewelry. They desire to please me, in the hope that I might return the favor and do a bit of pleasing of my own in return, shall we say? Oh, I’m no Girl Scout… but I’m no boring prude either. I’m sensual and exciting, and I live for the turn on. And well, getting in that ring and belittling people is the ultimate turn on for me, it really flips the switch and sets the…. Ooohhhh.. electricity through my body, from the tips of my toes to the tip of my nose.”
She picks up the second glass and begins drinking it, before pulling the man in who bought it for her and tousling his hair, planting a kiss on his cheek that leaves a bright red lipstick mark on his face and collar.
“Admirers know bloody good taste when they say it, yes? And my admirers will be on their feet and cheering heartily for the naughtiest girl they’ve yet to meet. And I will be in the ring with some supposedly tough twit, or shall I say twat… known as Savannah. Claims she’s a wildcat, going to get your claws out and scratch me? News flash, luv… I like it rough… PLENTY rough. So scratch, bite, pull hair…. Reach down into your more than likely limited bag of tricks and employ a bit of skill to get my blood flowing and my heart pounding, please? I’d simply hate to be bored out there. Do your worst, momma… and I’ll just…”
Alexa pauses and runs her fingers through her long black hair, closes her eyes and purses her pouty lips, licking them. She looks back into the camera with a wink.
“Where was I? Ah yes… I’ll just simply say ‘Oh how kinky, give me some more.’ That audience should prepare itself for a display of flexibly fun athletic prowess, designed for domination and titillation. Savannah, darling… there is nothing you can do to me that I have not willingly and cheerfully done to myself or allowed others to do to me. I enjoy a bit of depravity, some skin touching skin? It can be brutal or highly arousing, whichever way you want it to go, luv.”
She leans over and French kisses the man then shoves him in the face so that he falls backwards onto the floor, stunned.
“I’m going to leave you with a bit of a guessing game… can you feel it? Can you feel the… anticipation? Of not knowing what Alexa is willing to do to you… for fun, for sport, for kink, for victory. At PWP #12 it’s going to be a bit of girl on girl… and Alexa Strange gets to be on top.”
She pulls the camera in and places a large kiss on the lens, which leaves a big red kiss print on it, and we slowly fade out as Alexa gives the camera a slight wave.
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Post by savannah on Oct 16, 2014 13:55:47 GMT -6
"British Bitch Beaten Badly.”
Fade in on the basement ring of the Erotique Desires gentlemen’s club, long time base of operations for Savannah’s training in the wrestling profession. She’s standing there, ready for this, with the evidence of another hard, rough training session strewn about her- as well as marking her otherwise beautiful body.
“Sounds perfect, doesn't it? This month, the Chile’s Center in Portland, Oregon will see a bitch beat down of epic proportions when Quadruple B gets a shot at me.”
Savannah chuckles.
“Alexa, I’ve read your stuff- and where I can get with plenty of your life, like going against your ‘rents and all, I can see that you’re not going to be a match for me come Trick or Treat time.
What you have is training from the suit side of the equation. Like it says in your own words, you learned mic and promo mainly. How to act and how to talk. Helpful if all they want you to do is tart it up a bit and make the place a draw for the pocket pool party.
But how much did they teach you about how to fight? How well? Do they just slap the tag ‘diva’ on your hot little ass and send you out, like most places nowadays?
Looks that way. Especially if you think that you’re going to get up from behind your cushy announcer table, slide back into the ring and go up against someone like me and win?
I mean come on! That obvious boob job alone is proof enough you’re just there for the droolers!”
Savannah’s smile becomes even more catty.
“Please.
I know what you've seen of my bio. The fact that I've been at this business for years. The fact that I've had some of the best training, some of the most grueling matches around. The FACT that I've held gold around my waist on several occasions.
Whereas you've been- what? Giving head to some of the crew while waiting for the next show so you can be your slut self on camera?
What you haven’t seen is what’s behind the training, what’s at its heart. I didn't get pulled into this business because I look good in a bikini, although I've proven I do on more than one occasion. Oh hell no, I got offered my first place in a wrestling stable because not only was I one of the best at the wrestling school I attended I had been fighting on the streets ever since I was 14!
Yeah, girl. While you were out fuckin around and getting high on God knows what I was out there fucking around and getting high on the rush from a good fight!
And now not only has Josh put you in a match against me, he’s put you in a match against me so close to home that I’m going to be commuting!
Can you say 'Home field advantage'? I can.”
Savannah turns, indicating the ring around her.
“Welcome to the lair of the Wild Cat, honey. By the time I'm through with you you're going to know who the predator is in that ring, and who is the prey.
But don't get the idea from all I’ve been saying that I’m going to be taking it easy on you, hon. No,you signed the dotted line you deserve to get all you signed up for. So you’re going to find me on your ass from the beginning of the match to the moment that you beg the ref to please mane me stop hurting you.
You see, I know you don’t get anywhere in this business just being a pretty face. You have to be able to dish out the punishment, take even more and not be squeamish about letting a little blood flow.
Especially if it’s your opponents.
So, our match is going to be a treat for the fans, and especially for me as I make the suits at PWP sit up and take notice of what I can do to an opponent!
Prepare for the ass kicking of a lifetime!”
Savannah’s mood seems to shift a bit. The feral animosity dying, replaced by another emotion.
“And then, once I'm through beating on your ass, I'm going to drag you off to meet some real bitches!
Because like I said, I'm down with your life. I know what you are- because I’m one too. But the ring is my office, my ‘lair’ and I’m going to do my job and do my best to take you apart in front of all of those fans out there in Portland.
But that doesn't mean that, afterwards, I won’t be ready to take you on in other ways, in ways they’d never show, except for behind a pay wall. And I hope you’re bitch enough to take me on there as well
And if you’re good enough- who knows? I might see what it’s like in YOUR neighborhood!
See you in the ring, Bitch- and beyond!"
Savannah gives the fans a more… provocative pose as we fade out.
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