Post by Alexis Terry on Oct 26, 2016 1:33:12 GMT
“Madame Terry, it’s done.”
A thick gravely accent echoed in the small den. An older gentleman with silver-bullet hair and a thick beard folded his arms as he stood in the doorway. The tension in his voice was apparent. It was an overwhelming uncomfortably response. It was as if he knew the consequences already. He lowered his head and gazed upon the hardwood floor. The only levity came from the crackling of a fire.
We hear the clearing of a throat.
“I suppose we wait then. Not much else we can do. Thank you, David.”
Sitting in a large brown leather chair was Alexis Terry. Her legs were covered by a white fleece blanket as only her plain black t-shirt was visible. She swirled her glass of scotch as she watched the ice do laps in her clear cup. The bright orange hue of the flames was visible through the transparent class.
“Ms. Terry, if I may ask, what was the point of all of this? Certainty breaking into the Galveston email server to look for dirt on Chris Callum and Aspen wasn’t the end game?”
Her face remained emotionless. She had been through the ringer the last couple days. Finding out that Aspen Chaud wanted Alexis to remain the “backup” for Callum as he once again rose through the ranks in a new company was enough to send her into a downward spiral. RSW, Ready Set Wrestle, was supposed to be a new chapter. It was supposed to be a fresh start for all three of them. Now it seemed that Aspen simply wanted GIW part deux. Alexis sighed.
It would all start with Screamfest. The ladder match that both Alexis and Callum found themselves in was the opportunity Aspen could only dream of. Chris excels at these types of matches while Alexis found herself once more at a disadvantage. Once more she found herself expected to help Callum reach the promise land. Enough was enough.
“David, do you believe in destiny? Do you believe we all have a pre-determined purpose? We’re all simply creatures and playthings to a higher power that pulls the strings.”
Raising an eyebrow, David was a bit hesitant on how to answer.
“Not particularly.”
A single moment passes.
“I don’t believe in destiny. I believe we all control our own fates. But Aspen and Chris both believe that the Kingdom in front of them is already theirs. RSW has granted everyone in this match somewhat of a golden ticket. Four cases hanging above the ring ours for the taking. It’s the kind of match that can send a blossoming career on a meteoric rise. It’s a match that the underdog can survive and come out the other side a new person. Or, in my case, it’s the kind of match that a struggling veteran can use to breathe new life into her career. Four cases. Four prizes. Four chances for greatness…
But, Mr. Sinclair, if you believe in destiny than I’ve already lost. If history has taught us anything it’s that Alexis Terry drops the ball in big match situations. I’m destined to lose. I’m destined to simply shut my mouth, sit back, and help Chis Callum secure a case so that the wheels can begin to turn and the slow hostile takeover of RSW can begin. Just like it did in GIW. Just like it did in Monarchy. And just like Aspen wants it to happen here…
But guess what? I don’t believe in Destiny, Mr. Sinclair. Destiny is for people to afraid of putting their fate in their own hands.
I’m not going to stand by and let four other people suck the life out of my second chance before it even has the chance to take its first breath. I’m going to make sure that I climb that ladder before anybody else even has a chance to. And if caring Chris Callum to victory with me is what I have to do to make that happen then so be it. But I’m not going to be her or Callum’s puppet.”
Her eyes shift from the drink to the flame burning inside the fireplace. Her eyes remain cold and emotionless.
“And the dirt? Well, I needed to make sure I have something on the two of them. I know you probably think less of me, David. But I am who I am and there is nothing that can change that. I’m tired of playing second string to an overhyped flash in the pan. If Aspen thinks she can pull the strings and I’ll walk idly by like nothing is wrong….I can fight fire with fire.”
David swallows hard and the once levity that hung in the room quickly evaporates. Alexis sips her drink and closes her eyes as she rests her head back on the chair having finished saying her piece. David remained standing in the doorway now realizing the weight of his actions. He had hacked a private server, gathered emails, and documents simply because of one women’s own self-paranoia.
He wanted to speak but the words seemed too afraid to escape his mouth. He heard the ringing of the grandfather clock in the room. It was now midnight. It was almost time for him to leave to head back home. He now looked at the fire and for a moment, he could almost understand why Alexis was so dead focused on this match. It was her rising from the ashes to reclaim her throne atop the castle. She ruled the kingdom for so long with an iron fist that now, anybody else sitting upon that throne felt strange. But this was lengths he hadn’t seen Alexis go in a long time.
He finally mustered his own strength to speak.
“So, just so we are on the same page, we are talking about…blackmail?”
Her eyes remained closed but now a smirk appeared upon her face.
“Those are your words, David. Not mine.”
