Chris Night
PWP Competitors
Where am I and how did I get here?
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Post by Chris Night on Oct 23, 2015 5:24:55 GMT -6
[Off Camera]
[In My Hands]
[8:15 AM on October 14th, 2015]
[Night Residence, Las Vegas, NV]
Looking down at my four month old baby, Jackson, who I am holding in my hands, I smile at him as he smiles back, staring at me with his big brown eyes that he got from his mother. He looks so much like her, I love it. it's also probably for the best that he takes after Kel, I don't think she would handle another mini-me with CJ running a muck everywhere. It's just Jackson and I at home right now as Kelly took on the duty of taking CJ to school. CJ is growing up so fast, I can't believe he's in 1st grade already. With how hectic and crazy this year has been, all I can think about is the life that I have now and the ones that are in my hands.
Life... Life is so precious and beautiful. Sometimes it is quite fragile as well, just like baby Jackson. To be honest, I used to believe that life was a riddle for me to solve, that I needed to have all of the answers. It's only been the last two years that I found out that none of us will ever have answers for the things that happen in our lives. Life is our reality and our experiences are our answers. We learn through that. Not all of our questions of why this or that happened can be answered but the best answers we have is what we go through and how we use that later on in life.
I used to think that the pleasures in life came from having a successful career in the wrestling business. I put it before my first marriage and I lost my first wife in a divorce. I guess it was inevitable; we were young and thought we were in love. But it was young love and she didn't ever believe in my career like I did. It ended before it started really but we had CJ together and along with Kelly and Jackson, he's the best thing that happened to me. But earlier in his life, I neglected him. I had his life in my hands, like Jackson's is now, and I ignored it.
Life is something that I can ignore anymore. There's too much responsibility on my plate, too many lives in my hands. It was 2 1/2 years ago that I was on my own and Amanda, my ex wife, had custody of CJ. All I had to worry about was myself and my career and what happened? It brought me to a dark place. I had no one to love, no one to turn to. The only thing I cared about was greed, domination and my ambitions as a wrestler. It's different now though.
Not only do people look up to me but I am someone that plays several roles and has several responsibilities. So many lives are in my hands now. First it was CJ, then it was Kelly when I married her and then Jackson was born four months ago. Sweet baby Jax. My family, they are the reason I hung it up as a wrestler in May, five long months ago. Julian Savell did a number on my legs and my head in our Three Stages of Hell match. It took me over a month to somewhat recover and address the Pride Pro Wrestling crowd. I stopped competing for my family. Because I wanted to spend time with CJ and be there for Kelly for the end of her pregnancy.
And now... I smell poop. Standing up with Jackson still in my hands, I carry him over to the count and set him down on a towel before changing his diaper. Some dads may hate doing this but I love it. I missed this part with CJ from being on the road so much, trying to get my career jump-started again after CHZ closed back in 2009 around the time CJ was born. But now I enjoy these little things. Diaper changing, feeding, burping, trying to get the little guy to sleep when he keeps me up all night; it can be a pain the ass but I love every minute of it. I can't make up for lost time with CJ but I can make sure I don't make the same mistakes with Jackson that I made before. These things have always been in my control and sadly, I was selfish before.
Sometimes I still am. Sometimes I still that darkness inside of me, the demons that I've fought back for so long. But it's my family that keeps them at bay. There's so many mistakes I've made, so many people that I have hurt, that if I didn't have Kelly, CJ and Jackson in my life, I would be a monster. I would be the man that Inferno Wrestling used to know. But I'm not. I'm able to keep a level head, I'm able to keep a perfect balance. They're the light to my darkness and I would not be where I am without them. I would not be this man that has been given all of these responsibilities if they weren't here to keep my demons away.
Now here I am, five months later, one day before Inferno Wrestling's debut of it's season two and I am it's Chief Operating Officer. They put me in charge. They gave me the keys to the company that I love more than anything and asked me to run it. Me. The guy who was running a muck backstage and injuring several wrestlers during the first six months that the company opened. Now I'm the guy in charge, the guy responsible. They put it all in my hands. It's not just the company in my hands but the wrestlers too. Inferno is now their livelihood, their paycheck. They go out there and compete but I'm the one who's supposed to be the one who makes the place tick, I'm supposed to be the battery that supports it, keeps it charged.
So many people will be wrestling tomorrow night. Gwendolyn Massey, Julian Savell, Ramona, The Pistols, Ashleigh Jericho... The list goes on. This is who I am. A man that is responsible for a family and for an entire wrestling company. But as much as I love my family and Inferno Wrestling, there is still an emptiness I feel inside of me. I don't know if it's because I'm only in 28 years old and I feel like I have a lot in the tank or what, but I can't resist the urge anymore. That urge is to get back in the ring. That urge is to compete and give it my all in front of thousands and thousands of fans. Maybe I do have creaky knees, maybe I do have more responsibilities than I've ever had before; I still won't feel complete unless I compete.
Later on in my life when I'm older, I might be fine with retirement. But not now. I'm still young enough to where I can balance it all. With the way that PWP is set up with one match a month, I can still be here for baby Jackson, I can still drop off and pick up CJ from school, I can still sleep in the same bed as Kelly every night and I can still lead Inferno Wrestling into a time that could be even better than when I was a wrestler there. All of these lives, new and old, are in my hands in one way or another. The only other thing in my hands now is me; as in the last chapter of my career. I am in a match for the #1 contendership to the PWP Heavyweight Championship and I'm not going to fail in my quest for that championship. It's my destiny... And it's in my hands.
I lift up Jackson in the air and raise him above my head. Jackson looks down at me and lets out a giggle. I now hear the front door to the house open and close and can only assume that Kelly is home.
"Honey, I'm home! Now where's my baby and my pudding?"
Kelly now comes into view, walking into the kitchen and setting her purse down on the counter. She reaches out for Jackson and I smile and hand him to her.
"How was dropping off CJ? Is he still complaining about wanting to stay home?"
"What do you think? He keeps talking about wanting to hang out with that girl on your roster, Ashleigh Jericho. I guess he had a lot of fun with her the other day."
"I get it. He'll see her backstage tomorrow at the show, I'm sure."
"He whines like his daddy when he has a crush."
My face turns red as a grin runs over my face. Kelly lets out a light laugh at the same time. Damn, I love that laugh.
"You're so mean! Leave CJ and his crush on Ashleigh alone. He's a stud just like his dad.
"A stud? You're both dorks!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know.
Kelly now walks up to me, Jackson still in her hand, and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.
"And it's why I love both of you."
"I love you too and I seriously don't know what I would do without you."
Kelly looks at me with a questioning look on her face.
"That came out of nowhere. What's up El Dorko?"
"Nothing really, just been thinking about life and how I wouldn't be where I am without you. You walked into my life during the worst time of it and you took the storm around me and calmed it. I haven't looked back since. So, that being said, I don't know what I would do without you."
"You'd probably still be a jerk-a-doodle! About time you realized how lucky you are."
We both begin to laugh but I can't help but think about how true that statement is. Without Kelly, I would still be a miserable, greedy and lonely wrestler. With so much life that I make decisions on that is in my hands, it's funny to think how all along, my life has been in Kelly's hands the entire time. Funny how the life works and how much we depend on some people. Without certain individuals, everything can come crashing down.
[ON CAMERA]
[Back For The First Time]
[8:00 PM on October 22nd, 2015]
[Inferno Offices, Las Vegas, NV]
The scene opens up with Chris Night sitting behind a desk in a suit and tie. Chris is currently talking to somebody on a cell phone and he raises his finger up to the PWP camera crew that has shown up to his office at Inferno Wrestling. Chris finally hangs up the phone and looks at the camera with a smile on his face.
Night: Well, I didn't expect you guys to get here so soon. But it's all good, I needed an excuse to get off of that phone call anyway. Things have been a bit busy for me with Inferno having it's first show and running the company as the Chief Operating Officer. Whoever said this is an easy job compared to being a wrestler is DEAD WRONG. Being the guy in the suit and tie, making the decisions is tough business. But I digress. Let's cut to business. Let's talk about me having my first wrestling match since May 25h.
Chris stands up and walks in front of his desk, standing in front of the camera. Chris now continues on.
Night: I haven't taken this amount of time off from the wrestling ring in my entire career. If I said it was rough, I'd be lying to you. Yeah, Julian Savell beat the living crap out of me in a Three Stages of Hell match and took my Pride Heavyweight Championship. I know that. I know that he seriously injured me by dislocating one of my knees and giving me a pretty serious concussion. It was bad, really bad. If you asked me if I regret one thing about it, I'd tell you that I don't. To be honest, I needed someone like Julian to really put a hurting on me. Before that match with him, I had already been in a steel cage match and a ladder match that really took their toll on me.
Now, I'm not making excuses as to why I lost to Julian, far from it. I'm just saying that I was headed in the wrong direction physically. I kept putting my body on the line for the fans and I loved every minute of it but I literally could barely move when I was at home because of it. At the time, Kelly was pregnant and she would have to take care of CJ and take care of me, when it should've been the other way around. So when the match between Julian and I happened and ended... I knew it was the end for me for quite sometime. Kelly was in the last part of her pregnancy and CJ was on summer break. My family needed me more than ever.
So I hung up my boots to rest and to spend time with my family. I hung them up so I could come home and lift up CJ without excruciating pain shooting through my back from all of the bumps and bruises that I was taking. It's not that I lost the passion for the business, it's that I had and still have more passion for my family. Call me foolish all you want, but my family matters most. So it's been five months and now here we are, I am in a position that I never thought I would be in.
Chris smiles and looks around his office. You can see several pictures hanging along the wall of a great deal of former and current Inferno Wrestling wrestlers. There is also a mantle holding up the CHZ Alpha Championship, the Inferno Wrestling Tag Team Championship and the Pride Heavyweight Champion, all of which are Chris' greatest accomplishments.
Night: Now I wear a suit and work in an office. It's kind of weird, to be honest. When the new Board of Directors of Inferno Wrestling called me and asked me to rejoin the company, I told them yes immediately. The catch was, as successful as I was in my run during Inferno's first season, they didn't want me back a wrestler. They wanted to give me a bigger responsibility. They wanted to make me the Chief Operating Officer of Inferno Wrestling. I was itching to get back into wrestling one way or another and besides my family, the one thing I love the most in this world is Inferno Wrestling.
So the thought of me helping it get back to it's former glory was an opportunity that I just couldn't pass up. So that's why we are in this office now, because I am a business man now. But that doesn't mean that my competitive spirit is dead, it just means I can't wrestle as much as I used to. When I signed my contract with Inferno Wrestling to be the COO, I made sure there was something very specific in there. I made sure that I would be able to wrestle outside of the company as long as it did not interfere with my priorities as the COO. These decisions and my hunger to compete, my hunger to wrestle have brought me back to PWP. It's fitting that the name of this show is called "Back 4 the 1st Time." Not only does that ring true for PWP, which has taken a break since the beginning of March but it rings true for me as well. It's almost as if the timing was... Perfect.
Chris now leans back onto his desk behind him and sets his hands down on the desk as well. Chris nods his head as he thinks about how perfectly aligned both situations are.
Night: I find myself back in PWP, back on the top of the card like I was before. The first time it was me competing against Jackson and Brandon Banks for the PWP Heavyweight Championship. Now, I set my sights back on the title in this #1 contender match against Alexa Strange, also known as Quadruple B. I think if I recall it correctly, it stands for "British Bitch Behaving Badly." Creative, very creative. But a creative name isn't going to help you garner a win against me, Alexa. From what I've seen so far, you're quite used to fighting girls. Whether that be in Foxy Boxing or even here in PWP, you're not used to fighting against men, especially one like myself. Now, I am not degrading women wrestlers but I think it's different when you haven't stepped in the ring with a man.
So you can brag about how you beat Savannah in your last match here in PWP all you want but the fact of the matter is, I'm not Savannah. This also isn't Foxy Boxing. It's also not HKW, where you're used to parading around as an announcer and manager. No, this is the real deal. You're in the main event with me, somebody who's used to this kind of situation. I was put here because I've earned this spot with the work that I've put in. I may not have won every match here in PWP that I've had but I've faced a high quality of opponent every time and I gave it everything I had. I lost to Blyss Lockhart here and it's still one of my all time favorite matches in my career. I also lost to Jackson for the PWP Heavyweight Championship, like I stated earlier.
I'm not ashamed of these losses. They were amazing opponents and they helped me learn more about myself. That's the thing about this business, you have to keep on learning, you have to keep up with everything and everyone around you. Win or lose, there's always something to take away and I've done a lot of winning in my career, as well as some losing. So, I hate to degrade your career and what you've done so far but I feel like this isn't a stage that you belong on quite yet. Now, don't try and twist that into something like I am not taking you seriously. I take every match I am in with all the seriousness in the world. I go at all of them the same and I prepare the same. I always bring it and I am always ready. From the research of you that I've done, I just feel like you won't be.
Chris pauses and shrugs his shoulders. Silence fills the room for a little while before Chris continues.
Night: But hey, maybe you'll prove me wrong. To be honest, I hope you do. I hope you bring it. I hope you bring the best damn match of your career against me. As much as I want to win, I also want the fans to get what they paid for. I want them to see a knocked down, dragged out battle between two great competitors. But one of the reasons I doubt you are not only because of your lack of, experience. It's also because of your tactics and your lifestyle. I've watched your promos and matches. I saw how you talked about getting kinky with your opponents and some other weird stuff that I won't mention; I'm trying to be PG here!
Chris lets out a light laugh and then continues on with his rant.
Night: Do you seriously think that stuff is going to work on me? Go ahead and try to play games in that ring and try to play mind games with me through your promo, I will take advantage of it before you even know what's happening and the match will be over. Let me ask you something Alexa, are you ready for this match? Because as far as I am concerned, this is the biggest match that you've ever been in. I don't want to sound too arrogant but the fact of the matter is, I've been here a million times. This isn't new to me. This isn't something that is going to have me sweating and doubting myself. Despite the fact that I haven't been in the ring since May, I know for a fact that when I step in that squared circle, I am going to be fine.
As for you? I can't say for certain how you're going to react but I can guess. You're going to be nervous, scared even. This is going to make you turn to whatever tactics that will help you gain an advantage. That's if any of them will work. But hey, maybe you learned a new thing or two since the last time you stepped foot in a PWP ring. Maybe there's something about you I'm missing. I hope there is. Like I said earlier, I hope you prove me wrong and you give me hell in that match. I don't want it any other way. So how about it, Alexa? How about we both go out there and put it all on the line in our match to earn the right to fight Jackson for the PWP Championship. No games, no gimmicks, just a good old fashioned wrestling match between two competitors. I don't expect this from you but I hope it happens, I really do. So with that being said, I'll see you in the ring, Alexa. I wish you luck in your preparation for our match. Let's give the fans a show to remember. As for myself and my presence here in PWP... It may be "Back 4 the 1st Time" but as long as this place stays around, you'll find me here every month.
Chris winks at the camera and then turns around and heads back to his chair before sitting down. Chris is now reviewing some paperwork on his desk and the scene now cuts out.
[END]
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Post by alexastrange on Oct 26, 2015 14:23:36 GMT -6
[on camera go]
[talk that trash]
All I’ve ever wanted was to be wanted, to feel wanted. Those two scenarios aren’t always inclusive. The public sees a me that is voluptuous, curvaceous, catty, and flirtatious. Alexa Strange, the sex kitten… the Quadruple B: British Bitch Behaving Badly. I’m no angel, it is true. People ask me… Alexa why are you doing this? How are you even here, in this match? A #1 Contender’s Match for the PWP Title, surely you are undeserving of such a lofty placement on this card. Well, look around… if not me, then who? I didn’t lobby for the damn match, but I’m not going to cower away from it. PWP Management know that I am a name in the wrestling community. For the past couple of years I’ve managed wrestlers, did exemplary broadcasting on a major wrestling program in HKW, and even was a Marquee player in Dom Harter’s Foxy Boxing venture. I’ve even competed in PWP before, so you should all be familiar with me. But I also wrestled in the Elite:Pro promotion before any involvement with HKW. Going further back, I’ve wrestled and managed on the independent circuit for a number of years… far from the eye of the most common wrestling fan. Some of the diehards may remember from my days in South Florida and the Carolinas. If you don’t, I won’t hold it against you.
Chris Night, you undoubtedly deserve to be in this match. You’ve had one hell of a career, titles here and there. But now, we all know you’ve been off for some time. Being a family man… married… again. With a baby... again. Now I know you were out for quite some time due to injury. Perhaps you should’ve rethought that and stayed on the shelf, luv. Not only that, they’ve somehow handed you the reigns as COO of Inferno Wrestling. Let’s see how well that goes over. My guess? Not too damn bloody well. The way I see it, you’ve got a lot of irons in the fire that have nothing to do with being inside a wrestling ring. And what do you do? Instead of staying at home to be a good husband and father, or even in front of a desk or a boardroom as a businessman… you’ve ran off to the lure of the wrestling ring again. Is it your escape, Chris? The kids of yours just too much of a burden? The wife nagging you just a little too much? Too many men in suits on the phone trying to corral deals and haggle over things you’re in over your head with already? It does seem a hobbled man such as yourself wants to get up and run again so soon after crawling, let alone slow down to walk. You’ve got to prove to yourself you’ve still got it, that must be it.
Now me, I simply must play devil’s advocate. Maybe you’re scared; scared to be a husband, scared to be a father, scared to be a businessman. Especially when so many others your age are still out there busting their asses on a nightly basis to put dollars in your pockets now. Are you scared that as a wrestler you may just be a shell of your former self? I’ve seen it all too well. Put a name up in lights advertising some sort of legend, with their knees shot, their spirit gutted. Keep clinging onto some sort of glory that you haven’t realized has already passed you by and can only be seen in the rearview now. Back that way lies the career of someone who was really something once in the business. Now me saying these things, might come off as a hypocrite. I haven’t won a single bloody title in my life. I haven’t officially wrestled a man in years. Does it really matter? Now Chris, do you think I’m just a bimbo with a severe lack of training in the ring? Come now, surely you jest. I’ve been affiliated with some of the more talented men in this sport. Gotten invaluable training from the likes of Prince McRear, Shane Atwater, Michael Alexander, and Justin Spirit to name but a few. I’ve done business with Lyle Risky and made us both a lot of money. The thing about it is, be it positively or negatively… people remember me. This right here is the moment for me to reestablish myself as a player in the ring. Not behind a desk holding a microphone, not at ringside clapping for a client, or even at a trade show signing autographs. The original thing that brought me into this circle was the wrestling. And it is absolutely high time that you all realize just how talented I am. Chris Night… you get to experience this up close and personal.[pause]
[off-camera interlude]
[the past]“Alexandria! Alexandria Sargent! Get down here this instant!”She stirred on the bed, still in a party dress from the night before. Red wine had been spilled down the front of it, her stockings were ripped, knees scraped up. Mascara was smudged on her face and her hair was nine kinds of jacked up. She sat up for a moment to look at herself in the mirror, seeing just that. “Young lady, we need to talk to you about school!”She rolled her eyes and flopped back. A slight breeze blew in the curtains from the open window; a window she had crawled in onto the second floor sneaking back in this morning. She was not supposed to go out, parties had been expressly forbidden by this point. There came a banging on her bedroom door. “Open this door, I would have words with you!”Her father was on the warpath. It was ironic; she’d tried for years hoping her poor behavior would somehow get her divorced parents back together. Now they were remarried, and she didn’t give a shit about them anymore. Mostly felt the feeling was mutual anymore, and who could blame them. Alexandria Sargent was a mess. The daughter of a high-ranking British government official, she wasn’t the best topic for dinner party conversation. The tabloid entries, run ins with the law, her failing grades at university. “I’m not opening the door, Dad. Go away!”With that, he kicked in the door, busting it at the lock. He looked at the broken door with a frown and swung it open fully. Without a word he rushed over and grabbed his daughter, and pulled her down the hall to the bathroom. He threw her into the shower stall and turned on the water. “Jesus, Alexandria… you smell look a bloody whiskey refinery. You’re 18 years old for Christ’s sake. I know you’ve spent years being a right proper little shit, young lady. It’s time to clean up or clear out. Rather… it’s long past that time. I told you… go to university, make a go at being a proper upstanding student and what do you do? What do you do to me? You proceed to flunk most of your damn classes. And in the ones you got passing marks, I’ve got it on good standing it’s because of sexual favors on your part. Where did we fail you, as parents? You’re not supposed to do this to us!”She spat at him as the cold water got her wet, the dress soaked and her hair hanging down and stringy. “You want to know why, Dad? For the past few years you two have been loveless pricks, that’s why. You stopped loving each other, and then you stopped loving me. You didn’t want me, so who cares if I was a good girl or bad girl anymore? Maybe if I act up I’ll get a little attention, what do you think of that, hmmm?”Her father slapped her. “Girl, you should mind your tongue. It’s true your mother and I split but we’re back together now… mainly because we have to deal with you and your… your… damn shenanigans!”She slapped the sides of the tub and kicked her feet, trying to stand up but failing miserably. Finally she stopped and looked at him with a death stare, a small trickle of blood coming from her lip. “You ever touch me like that again and you’ll be serving British Parliament in a full body cast, you twat! I know you and mum are back together… but you’re just coexisting, there is no passion there. And all you do is tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m eighteen years old! I can do any bloody damn thing I want!”He grew silent, shaking and fuming at her bitterness and resolve. He jabbed a finger in her face. “You won’t be doing that here anymore. You’re out of this house, and you’re cut off. Your mother and I decided it this morning. Pack up your things and get out. I’m tired of seeing your face in magazines cavorting with drugged out rockers and making out with underwear models. Have some goddamn decency and respect for yourself, you teenage tramp!”She froze, looking at him, tears running down her face mingling with the spray of the shower jets. She didn’t say a word, just nodded and turned off the shower. She got out, sopping wet and tracking water and wet footprints through the stately manor that was the family home. She packed her bags, lugged them out to the street and hailed a cab. She didn’t want to drag this out, didn’t want to give her parents a chance to change their minds. It no longer mattered… she was unwanted, no matter what they said now. It didn’t take her long to realize the little bit of money she had stored up wouldn’t last, and she didn’t have the demeanor to be a waitress. Something about being rude and with little to no people skills. Once walking down the street in Manchester she caught the eye of a rather slick gentleman. “Wow, you are gorgeous. Have you ever considered modeling? I can fast-track you a session right away.”And there it was, a handsome man in a suit had smiled at her, told her she had value. That was all it took for a soul that was constantly crying out on the inside for someone to take her in, make her feel wanted, loved, valuable. She had many photoshoots, some advertising for products, and some simply of her… clothed and unclothed. She couldn’t tell if her parents were happy or disappointed she’d chosen this avenue, they no longer communicated and frankly she told herself she didn’t care anymore. But sometimes at night, when the moonlight hit just right and she’d had the proper amount of drink and drug she’d cry and reflect, missing them tremendously. She’d allow herself to break down, and for that period she was a wreck. But at the end of her crying game, she’d seal it back up… the heart of stone. One day she stood on the street, admiring her own face looking back down at her from a billboard for some sort of jewelry… when he happened by: Roderick St. Jean. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye, she remembered him from all those football matches she’d attended when she was younger with the family. Roderick was a French man of color, chiseled…. Handsome as could be. He looked at the billboard and then at her, doing a double take. Then he slowly smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Roderick. Pleased to meet a fine walking billboard this lovely day. Does she talk?”She blushed a bit, offering her hand. He kissed it, the first time his lips were ever upon her and certainly not the last. “Hi… I’m Alexandria.”He nodded, smile widening. “Would you like to get a coffee? I’ve been walking for a good way and I’d like to sit a spell.”And they did get a coffee, and talked for an extended length. The talk transitioned back to his place, and one thing led to another. Before long, they were inseparable. As it turned out, Roderick was no longer a footballer but a wrestler. He was pretty good but he seemed to be missing a spark. But she faithfully followed him to so many wrestling shows, watching often from the stands as he struggled and toiled away… winning some, losing some. Other times they’d let her backstage. One of these times backstage, the local promoter was walking down the hall after Roderick had his match. He chomped a cigar, noticed Roderick, and then Alexandria. “Hey Rod… who’s the bird? She’s a looker.”“Ah… this is my girlfriend… I… Alexandria…”“Listen kid, gonna shoot with ya straight… you got the looks out there, and fairly sound in the ring. But the damn fans just aren’t connecting with ya no more. If they aren’t cheering or booing, just sitting on their hands? That is a problem. Can’t much use a guy who draws zero reaction. Here’s what I’m thinking… take this… what’s her name?”“Alexandria Sargent”He stops, looking her up and down. He suddenly snaps his fingers. “That’s a bit wordy, doll… I’ve got it… Alexa Strange! You’re gonna take your woman Alexa Strange here, get her a real skimpy outfit, bring her out to the ring with you. We’ll work with her, make sure she can get real saucy on the microphone… I wonder, can she?”She looks at Roderick, smirks and then shoves the promoter up against the wall. “Listen, luv… my man here Roderick St. Jean is God’s gift to bloody wrestling. He’s faster, stronger, sexier, and more intelligent than any man in this room. What’s more, he gets the bloody damn good luck of bedding me each and every night. And I don’t pick losers, understand me. So be jealous of him, and be jealous of me, because we don’t give a damn about anyone else in this arena or this city, understand? We are headed straight to the top and all you beer-swilling grubby-fingered rotten assholes can piss right off! Ahem… how was that?”The promoter smiled, chomping around his cigar. He rubbed his hands together, nodding slowly. “That’s a damn good start. We’ll also get you wrestling training… I’m sure Roddy here has shown you the ropes so to speak, hehe… we’ll make sure you get the best training available.”He shook their hands and walked off down the hall, and Alexa and Roderick looked at each other with a smile. It wasn’t long before this union was paying dividends. They were getting hugely popular in England, and then promoters in America started taking notice. They flew to Miami, and that is when this happy union hit the rocks. Alexa in America was bad news, it was her teen rebel years all over again… but this time much worse. It didn’t help she actually had a boyfriend this time around. But the drugs got harder and more exotic… her partners in crime became both more illustrious and shady: pro athletes, models, rappers, porn stars, drug dealers. Finally Roderick had enough and kicked her out. Stuck on the streets of Miami, she was on her own again… fending for herself, unwanted. When Roderick lost his heat magnet in Alexa, his fame dwindled and he had to go back to England. By hook or by crook, Alexa began wrestling training in earnest, repaying the services any way she could. She wrestled here and there, never too long. A couple month and she wore out her welcome… either embroiled in drug issues or stealing someone’s boyfriend or girlfriend. Alexa left a wake of destruction, but possibly none more damaging to herself. And yet… she found fame. But at what cost? [camera unpaused, resumption]
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I’ve talked about you, Chris. It’s good to give your opponent some lip service, talk him up… make people actually want to see this bloody match, right? People might want to see if I’ll feel up a married man. Squeeze the rump of a father. Lick a businessman. I just might do all of those things. Would you get red-faced… embarrassed, mad? Or deep down would you like it, Mr. Night? You are kinda cute after all. But let’s not forget this is a wrestling match. You’ll want to keep it strictly no-nonsense, no hanky panky. Do you want to fight? Do you want to put on a main event worthy of the big return of PWP? I say yes, it’s a noble thought. Maybe I might humor you on that, because we indeed need to make this a spectacle. We need to get people talking about PWP again… it’s been gone too long, luv. And we need to get people talking about me standing over you victorious with my eyes on the prize… the PWP Championship; a belt that has hung in limbo for far too long… undefended, losing its luster by the second. We need someone flashy and in your face holding that belt. But first we need a contender for said belt. You’ve had titles, Chris. Now you’ve got bad knees, and domestication blues. Me? I’ve got the face and the body that needs to be out there gaining that exposure. Putting the brand of PWP on everyone’s sights.
I want this, I need this. I talked earlier about what you might need to prove to your adoring public and to yourself. But what do I need to prove? Everything, and then some. Until I silence the critics that say… she’s just a mouthpiece, a body that moves product, she can’t wrestle. I can wrestle. I can bloody well go toe to toe with you, and when I see the opening, I will end you and get my hand raised. So many eyes and minds see me as worthless… my parents, my exes. I’ve been viewed as some sultry joke, a cheeky one trick pony like a Benny Hill skit. You can cut that music, there’s no more jokes. I’m dead serious. You’re about to see how Bad this British Bitch can Behave. See you soon, Chris Night and PWP. *Mwah*
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