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Oct 30, 2016 21:26:56 GMT
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Post by Alexis Terry on Oct 30, 2016 21:26:56 GMT
Pacific Coast Day Dreaming
Written By Chase
Cannon Beach, Oregon
“Think of it for a minute and hold your breath. Let it wander around for a moment in the mind. Alexis Terry has signed a contract with Ready Set Wrestle...Alexis Terry is in RSW.”
The voice is calm and collected as we fade to a desolate beach. The hue of the sun is concentrated as the bright star begins to set upon the background. A large sea stack, commonly refereed to by locals as “Haystack Rock”, sits off to the side in the distance. Standing with her back to the camera sportings a long white cocktail dress that reaches her ankles is Alexis Terry. She is smoking a cigarette. She quickly takes a drag and lets the smoke fill her lungs before letting the toxins escape.
A faint smile appears.
“This...this is massive. This is a game changer. I need not introduce myself as all of you know already but for those who might have been under a rock the last six or so years - take a moment, get out your phone, scroll to the goat emoji and text your friends. The greatest of all time has arrived. It doesn’t matter the gender, race, sex, religion, or creed because I’m sitting atop the mountain looking down at the rest who scratch and claw fighting for a chance to step into the ring with me.”
Her arrogance is bliss. After having gone through a difficult time only a few days ago because of Aspen and Chris’ proposition that she once more sit on the bench as they take the reigns, she has regained some of her confidence. “Fuck em” she said to herself over and over. After a chat with her close friend and confidant David Sinclair, she was starting to feel like winning this Ladder Match was not just probable, it was fact. She was going to win.
“This Thursday live on pay per view I step onto the battlefield. Thirteen other warriors will be in the ring with me. All of us will look up above the ring and see four chances to fulfill our deepest fantasies. It’s going to be mayhem. It’s going to be madness. It’s going to be steel warfare. I’ve been in ladder matches before but nothing this sadistic or chaotic. It’s not a display of wrestling talent or skill. It’s a race that can only be won by any means necessary. Lucky for me, I’m using to doing whatever it takes to get the job done.
I don’t wear a white hat. I lie. I cheat. I will stab my own daughter in the back to get to the top so stepping over strangers in order to secure my shot at glory is an average Thursday afternoon. It doesn’t matter if it's Emma Douglas or even little ole innocent Candy. If they get in my way I will put them in the ground. I don’t know how things were done before in RSW but where I come from merit mens something. I deserve this because my name is Alexis Terry.”
Her faint smile she was dawning faded.
“But then...then we come to Chris Callum and Aspen Chaud.”
It was replaced by a simple smug look. Just saying there name made her feel angry. Her history with both is well documented. Aspen was - is - both a friend and an enemy. Chris Callum was her golden child she planned on attaching her wagon to just like she has done before. RSW was going to be his rebirth and once more Aspen and Callum would stand hand in hand.
Funny thing about being reborn. Alexis can do it too.
“Everybody wants in on the scoop of what's going to happen. Will we work together and form something of an alliance? Will we pick up where we left off and go for blood, essentially taking ourselves out of the match? You could shake the magic ball a million times and probably get a different answer every single occasion. But do you really want the answer? I don’t care about Chris Callum. I love Aspen like shes my own sister but I’m not going to lay down for her puppet. If Callum can earn himself his own briefcase then so be it. But my goal isn’t to help Chris Callum pad his resume. My goal is to show the world that a sleeping bear can only be poked so many times.”
She took another drag of her cigarette and then stepped on it. For the first time since she began to speak she looked into the camera.
“Fire is the sign of rebirth. I’ve burned out like a supernova and now, now I will return to form as a the phoenix that I am. Alexis Terry has been reborn.”
We fade to black.
