Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 15:10:29 GMT -5
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The scene opens as a bright light blinds me, as the light fades, I see myself standing at one side of a wrestling ring, I shield my eyes from the light and look up at what seems to be a Pay-Per-View sign but I can’t make out what it says. I look in front of me and standing on the other side of the ring is Jonny Fly, standing between us is a referee and he’s holding the WCF World Heavyweight Championship in his hands, the ring announcer, Kyle Steel is standing behind him and he raises the microphone to his lips.
Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening and it is for the WCF…World…Heavyweight…Championship!
I look around at the sold out crowd who are cheering wildly before I suddenly hear Zach Davis and Erin Robbins on commentary.
Davis: What a match this is going to be Erin, arguably the biggest underdog in the Trilogy Cup tournament, Stacy Robinson went on to win the tournament and now she has the opportunity to win her first ever World title…
Robbins: It’s not going to be easy though; Jonny Fly has held the World title since War last year and has defeated every single challenger who has stepped in front of him…
It’s at that moment, I realise this is obviously a dream, or is it a sign of the future? I’ve never been the type of person to believe in superstition, but there’s always the question of, what if? I feel my heart quicken in pace, probably due to the nerves of having the biggest match in my career moments away from starting.
Steel: Introducing first, the challenger, from New York City now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds! Stacy…Robinson!
The fans cheer wildly as I climb the turnbuckle behind me and raise my arms high in the air before climbing back down and turning back to facing Fly.
Steel: And her opponent, from New York City…weighing in at 230 pounds…the WCF World Heavyweight Champion! Jonny…Fly!
Fly raises his arms to a chorus of booing from the crowd; he shakes his head as the referee raises his title up into the air before showing it to Fly and then showing it to me. I stare at my reflection in the polished gold surface before looking down at the name plate hoping that it will soon be changed to display my name on it. The referee then hands the belt to a ringside official and calls for the bell and the match is underway.
Davis: And here we go…
Robbins: This match is sure going to be a classic…
Both Fly and I approach one another and circle the ring a little before locking up, as soon as that happens, my entire surroundings slowly fade to black. After a few moments, the scenery re-appears but this time it’s as if I’m watching the match as a fan.
Davis: What a match this has been so far Erin, it could go either way…
Robbins: Stacy has certainly given Fly the fight of his life here tonight…
I watch as I nail Fly with ‘Stacy’s Kick’ and quickly go for the pin.
1
2
Thr…Kick-out!
Davis: The champ kicks out!
Robbins: That was close, we nearly had a new World Champion right there…
I watch as I get to my feet and make the call to end the match once and for all, I pick Fly up, however Fly whips me into the turnbuckle and nails me with the ‘Discus Fly’ and then goes for a pin of his own.
1
2
Thr…Kick-out!
Davis: NO! STACY KICKED OUT!!!
Robbins: I’m speechless Zach…
Fly gets to his feet and argues with the referee that it was three but the referee states that it was two. Fly eventually gives in and decides he’s going to finish me off once and for all so he scales the turnbuckle.
Davis: Looks like the champ is going for his patented Fly Swatter…
Robbins: If he hits this, Stacy is done for…
Fly then dives off the turnbuckle, attempting the 'Fly Swatter', however as he’s in the air, I get to my feet and jump, grabbing Fly’s arm and positioning my foot on the side of his skull and crashing to the mat with an almighty thud as the fans go nuts.
Davis: OH MY GOD! STACY JUST HIT FLY IN MID-AIR WITH STACY’S JUDGEMENT!
Robbins: THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!
I then watch as I drape my arm over Fly’s unconscious body and the referee drops to the mat to make the count.
1
2
3!
Davis: STACY’S DONE IT! STACY IS OUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Robbins: I may not like her that much, but all I can say is…congratulations to Stacy Robinson…
The referee calls for the bell as the entire arena erupts into cheers as I slowly get to my knees and the referee hands me my newly acquired title, and that’s when I hear the announcement from Kyle Steel.
Steel: Here is your winner…and the NEW WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! STACY…ROBINSON!
Suddenly my surroundings change again and I am back in my own body, on my knees in the middle of the ring, looking down at my newly won prize. I glance at my reflection in the gold, a very emotional look as droplets of tears drop onto it. I’ve done it, I’ve finally won my first ever World Heavyweight Championship. I then suddenly awake from my dream, looking around at the dark empty hotel room as I throw my bedcovers off my body and climb out of bed. The black lace nightdress covering my naked body barely keeps me warm so I slip on my red silk dressing gown and make my way into the en suite bathroom. I switch on the light and walk over to the sink, turning the cold water on; I cup my hands beneath the clear running liquid and splash it over my face before looking up into the mirror and smirking.
Stacy: This is my time…
I turn off the water before switching the light off and going back to bed as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens the following day during a partly cloudy but sunny and humid morning in Dallas, Texas. I am sitting here in Fair Park, dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of black leather skin tight leggings, a black Lacuna Coil T-shirt and a black leather jacket.
Stacy: Before the official announcement of this match, the purpose of it revolved around just one…simple…word. Revenge! From the very moment Chelsea Black Armstrong turned her back on me in our tag team match against Benjamin Atreyu and Waylon Cash…from the very moment she turned her back on the woman she once called a sister to join with a group of men she barely knew, my only reason for wanting to destroy Chelsea in the middle of that ring, was revenge…
I smirk as I take a packet of cigarettes from my pocket; I take one out of the packet and place it into my mouth before taking my lighter and lighting it. I take a long drag of it, allowing the nicotine to give me a buzz, relaxing me in the process.
Stacy: But now, I have an even bigger reason for wanting to destroy her, and that’s the Trilogy Cup tournament. A tournament that shall span over three Pay-Per-Views, including this one…and the winner of this tournament…they will go onto face the current World Heavyweight Champion at the fourth Pay-Per-View, with the title on the line…
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: The one thing that every single wrestler that ever steps foot into a company wishes to capture is of course, the World Heavyweight Championship. After hearing from so many critics here, that have said I am useless and not worthy of achieving anything in this business, somebody in management must believe that those critics are wrong as here I find myself in a tournament that if I win, I will be guaranteed a shot at that very prize that every wrestler hopes to hold one day…
I take yet another drag of my cigarette as I brush my free hand through my long black hair.
Stacy: It’s not going to be easy, I know that, but to be honest I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m a competitor, and only the best of the best deserves to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship. I am prepared for the challenges that lie ahead of me, it will start with Chelsea Black Armstrong, a woman who even though I cannot stand her, she’s one of the toughest female wrestlers to have ever stepped foot into a wrestling ring. The sheer fact that Chelsea has already had a taste of World Heavyweight Championship gold, will mean that my task on Sunday at Timebomb will be far tougher to achieve than ever, for once you have had your first taste of gold, it becomes a drug, and that World Heavyweight Championship is what keeps every wrestler going…
I chuckle a little, taking another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: Chelsea, I can guaran-damn-tee that on Sunday at Timebomb, I’m going to rip your fucking head off! Then I am going to do the exact same thing to whoever I’m put against in this Trilogy Cup tournament! Then when it comes down to it, whoever the fuck is World Heavyweight Champion, I don’t give a fuck because I’m not afraid of anyone on this Roster…whoever it is…will suffer the same fate you shall suffer this Sunday…they will suffer the same fate that everyone else in this tournament who shall face me will suffer…defeat! I WILL beat you on Sunday…I WILL win the Trilogy Cup tournament…and I WILL become the WCF World…Heavyweight…Champion!
I finish off my cigarette and throw the end away.
Stacy: Chelsea, this Sunday at Timebomb, I will be ready…and you…will suffer my judgement…your final penance is coming!
I stand to my feet and walk off camera chuckling away as the scene fades.
The scene opens as a bright light blinds me, as the light fades, I see myself standing at one side of a wrestling ring, I shield my eyes from the light and look up at what seems to be a Pay-Per-View sign but I can’t make out what it says. I look in front of me and standing on the other side of the ring is Jonny Fly, standing between us is a referee and he’s holding the WCF World Heavyweight Championship in his hands, the ring announcer, Kyle Steel is standing behind him and he raises the microphone to his lips.
Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening and it is for the WCF…World…Heavyweight…Championship!
I look around at the sold out crowd who are cheering wildly before I suddenly hear Zach Davis and Erin Robbins on commentary.
Davis: What a match this is going to be Erin, arguably the biggest underdog in the Trilogy Cup tournament, Stacy Robinson went on to win the tournament and now she has the opportunity to win her first ever World title…
Robbins: It’s not going to be easy though; Jonny Fly has held the World title since War last year and has defeated every single challenger who has stepped in front of him…
It’s at that moment, I realise this is obviously a dream, or is it a sign of the future? I’ve never been the type of person to believe in superstition, but there’s always the question of, what if? I feel my heart quicken in pace, probably due to the nerves of having the biggest match in my career moments away from starting.
Steel: Introducing first, the challenger, from New York City now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds! Stacy…Robinson!
The fans cheer wildly as I climb the turnbuckle behind me and raise my arms high in the air before climbing back down and turning back to facing Fly.
Steel: And her opponent, from New York City…weighing in at 230 pounds…the WCF World Heavyweight Champion! Jonny…Fly!
Fly raises his arms to a chorus of booing from the crowd; he shakes his head as the referee raises his title up into the air before showing it to Fly and then showing it to me. I stare at my reflection in the polished gold surface before looking down at the name plate hoping that it will soon be changed to display my name on it. The referee then hands the belt to a ringside official and calls for the bell and the match is underway.
Davis: And here we go…
Robbins: This match is sure going to be a classic…
Both Fly and I approach one another and circle the ring a little before locking up, as soon as that happens, my entire surroundings slowly fade to black. After a few moments, the scenery re-appears but this time it’s as if I’m watching the match as a fan.
Davis: What a match this has been so far Erin, it could go either way…
Robbins: Stacy has certainly given Fly the fight of his life here tonight…
I watch as I nail Fly with ‘Stacy’s Kick’ and quickly go for the pin.
1
2
Thr…Kick-out!
Davis: The champ kicks out!
Robbins: That was close, we nearly had a new World Champion right there…
I watch as I get to my feet and make the call to end the match once and for all, I pick Fly up, however Fly whips me into the turnbuckle and nails me with the ‘Discus Fly’ and then goes for a pin of his own.
1
2
Thr…Kick-out!
Davis: NO! STACY KICKED OUT!!!
Robbins: I’m speechless Zach…
Fly gets to his feet and argues with the referee that it was three but the referee states that it was two. Fly eventually gives in and decides he’s going to finish me off once and for all so he scales the turnbuckle.
Davis: Looks like the champ is going for his patented Fly Swatter…
Robbins: If he hits this, Stacy is done for…
Fly then dives off the turnbuckle, attempting the 'Fly Swatter', however as he’s in the air, I get to my feet and jump, grabbing Fly’s arm and positioning my foot on the side of his skull and crashing to the mat with an almighty thud as the fans go nuts.
Davis: OH MY GOD! STACY JUST HIT FLY IN MID-AIR WITH STACY’S JUDGEMENT!
Robbins: THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!
I then watch as I drape my arm over Fly’s unconscious body and the referee drops to the mat to make the count.
1
2
3!
Davis: STACY’S DONE IT! STACY IS OUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Robbins: I may not like her that much, but all I can say is…congratulations to Stacy Robinson…
The referee calls for the bell as the entire arena erupts into cheers as I slowly get to my knees and the referee hands me my newly acquired title, and that’s when I hear the announcement from Kyle Steel.
Steel: Here is your winner…and the NEW WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! STACY…ROBINSON!
Suddenly my surroundings change again and I am back in my own body, on my knees in the middle of the ring, looking down at my newly won prize. I glance at my reflection in the gold, a very emotional look as droplets of tears drop onto it. I’ve done it, I’ve finally won my first ever World Heavyweight Championship. I then suddenly awake from my dream, looking around at the dark empty hotel room as I throw my bedcovers off my body and climb out of bed. The black lace nightdress covering my naked body barely keeps me warm so I slip on my red silk dressing gown and make my way into the en suite bathroom. I switch on the light and walk over to the sink, turning the cold water on; I cup my hands beneath the clear running liquid and splash it over my face before looking up into the mirror and smirking.
Stacy: This is my time…
I turn off the water before switching the light off and going back to bed as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens the following day during a partly cloudy but sunny and humid morning in Dallas, Texas. I am sitting here in Fair Park, dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of black leather skin tight leggings, a black Lacuna Coil T-shirt and a black leather jacket.
Stacy: Before the official announcement of this match, the purpose of it revolved around just one…simple…word. Revenge! From the very moment Chelsea Black Armstrong turned her back on me in our tag team match against Benjamin Atreyu and Waylon Cash…from the very moment she turned her back on the woman she once called a sister to join with a group of men she barely knew, my only reason for wanting to destroy Chelsea in the middle of that ring, was revenge…
I smirk as I take a packet of cigarettes from my pocket; I take one out of the packet and place it into my mouth before taking my lighter and lighting it. I take a long drag of it, allowing the nicotine to give me a buzz, relaxing me in the process.
Stacy: But now, I have an even bigger reason for wanting to destroy her, and that’s the Trilogy Cup tournament. A tournament that shall span over three Pay-Per-Views, including this one…and the winner of this tournament…they will go onto face the current World Heavyweight Champion at the fourth Pay-Per-View, with the title on the line…
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: The one thing that every single wrestler that ever steps foot into a company wishes to capture is of course, the World Heavyweight Championship. After hearing from so many critics here, that have said I am useless and not worthy of achieving anything in this business, somebody in management must believe that those critics are wrong as here I find myself in a tournament that if I win, I will be guaranteed a shot at that very prize that every wrestler hopes to hold one day…
I take yet another drag of my cigarette as I brush my free hand through my long black hair.
Stacy: It’s not going to be easy, I know that, but to be honest I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m a competitor, and only the best of the best deserves to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship. I am prepared for the challenges that lie ahead of me, it will start with Chelsea Black Armstrong, a woman who even though I cannot stand her, she’s one of the toughest female wrestlers to have ever stepped foot into a wrestling ring. The sheer fact that Chelsea has already had a taste of World Heavyweight Championship gold, will mean that my task on Sunday at Timebomb will be far tougher to achieve than ever, for once you have had your first taste of gold, it becomes a drug, and that World Heavyweight Championship is what keeps every wrestler going…
I chuckle a little, taking another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: Chelsea, I can guaran-damn-tee that on Sunday at Timebomb, I’m going to rip your fucking head off! Then I am going to do the exact same thing to whoever I’m put against in this Trilogy Cup tournament! Then when it comes down to it, whoever the fuck is World Heavyweight Champion, I don’t give a fuck because I’m not afraid of anyone on this Roster…whoever it is…will suffer the same fate you shall suffer this Sunday…they will suffer the same fate that everyone else in this tournament who shall face me will suffer…defeat! I WILL beat you on Sunday…I WILL win the Trilogy Cup tournament…and I WILL become the WCF World…Heavyweight…Champion!
I finish off my cigarette and throw the end away.
Stacy: Chelsea, this Sunday at Timebomb, I will be ready…and you…will suffer my judgement…your final penance is coming!
I stand to my feet and walk off camera chuckling away as the scene fades.
