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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Jan 3, 2016 6:33:15 GMT
Alexis Terry vs Xavier Laroux
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 4, 2016 18:36:30 GMT
"Alexis Terry..boy there's a fuckin' name I've heard for a good long time now. I've never really paid attention to ya, not really any of my business but obviously now that's different. I woulda dug a lilbit deeper but apparently your wrestling career is defined solely by what you've done in Redefine. Yeahhh! Whatta crock of shit right? But yeah, this week I've got somethin' to prove and as cool as you might be, Alexis, it's gonna hafta be at your expense."
The scene picked up, revealing the interior of a modestly sized gym. Seated on a brown wooden bench, fresh off of a workout, would be “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux. A pair of black gym shorts hung from his waist while his bared torso would nearly glisten with sweat. Taking in a deep breath, he brought his hand up, running it across the stubble atop his head. The entire time, Superchic(k)’s One More played on loop in the background.
”Like I said, I don't know alottabit about you Alexis, but I do know you just beat Ricky fuckin’ Stanton and I don't give a fuck what anyone else here thinks, guy is a legend. So by default, you're pretty fuckin’ impressive. But like I said, I've got somethin’ big to prove against you this weekend.”
“I ain't gonna lie. For all the shit I talked, all the arrogance..I lost to Carmen Cambridge. I've got no excuses as to why I lost. I put it all out there against her and I lost. That's all there is to it. All I can do from here is try to get better.”
“And that starts with you Alexis. I've gotta get outta my head. I gotta get better. I gotta whoop yo ass one way or another. Losing sucks, I'm not tryinta let that happen again. I gotta go for the throat against you.”
“I gotta prove to everyone that it's not just words..I gotta prove that to myself. If pullin’ some morally objective moves helps me win then you better goddamn believe Ima do it. This shit has gotta change. I am not okay with how things are going. It's not working for me.”
Laughing a bit, Laroux stretched out, groaning aloud before letting his arms drop to his sides.
”It's like this Alexis, I gotta beat that ass Saturday. I gotta prove that I am more than able to back up every single word I say. I gotta prove that I really am YOUR Favorite Drug. I gotta prove that I am better better than you.”
“I'm a desperate man here, I'm not gonna bullshit ya. That just means I'm willing to do whatever it takes to put you down for the count, Alexis. I really don't mean anything personal with it. It's just something I gotta prove.”
"I got the match I came to Redefine for. Now, it's time to refocus, put my head back on the right track and prove my worth."
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 4, 2016 19:25:20 GMT
Cruel Intentions Written By Chase Music: "Work Song" By Hozier
Relax. Breathe. You did it, girl. Alexis looked into the mirror, wiping away the steam that had covered the glass, and a small smile appeared upon her face. She was a bit battered, a bit bruised, but it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. Wounds are wounds. Battle scars are apart of the game. She ran a hand through her damp hair. She was wrapped in a towel. She was in a bit of a hurry and was already running late for her plane. The travel was beginning to take a toll on her body but that was life for an independent wrestler. It was a new city every day. She was fresh off her first win in Redefine and her climb up the ladder was beginning, admitted it was just beginning but she wasn’t about to play semantics. Ricky Stanton was victim number one. He fought hard but they all do. She wasn’t going to let him be the one to derail her. Knock. Knock. “It’s unlocked David.” The door slowly opened as David Sinclair peaked his head inside. Alexis, seeing his handsome reflection in the mirror, flashed him a smile. “Yes?” “I have your check from Redefine, Ma'am. Oh and I was able to find out your opponent for their next show..”Smiling, Alexis grabs the hair brush that sat upon the bathroom sink and began to brush her head. Opening the door a bit more David slipped into the bathroom and watched as she ran the brush through her black hair. “His name is Xavier Laroux. I don’t know much but so far I don’t think he has been very successful in Redefine. He shouldn’t be much of a problem. He lost last week. He has a big mouth but I don’t think he really understands what he is up against.”She understood David was only the messenger. He had been with her since day one in this business but the news her brought burned deep inside her. She gripped the brush a bit harder and turned her nose up, letting her nostrils flare. “I thought I made my intentions in Redefine clear last week? I want a title shot. I beat their little legend. What else do I have to do to prove myself?” David didn’t speak. She dropped the brush on the sink and turned to face David. “Xavier Laroux? I guess we have victim number two then. If this is what they want this is what they will get. They can keep lining them up but mark my words David, I won’t stop until I get what I want. I’m going to be Champion.” “So...should I let them know to make it official?” Heh. How cute. “Make it official.”
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 4, 2016 23:57:46 GMT
"So..she wants to be the champion in Redefine. Said I was gonna be victim number two. Lemme tell you something really fuckin' clear Alexis..I am nobody's victim. I couldn't care less what you did to Ricky, hell I don't even care about the fact that I've lost as many singles matches here than I've won. What I do care about? Proving that I'm better than you."
The scene came into view, revealing the interior of an apartment. Two young men would be seated at the round kitchen table. One of them would, of course, be "YOUR Favorite Drug" Xavier Laroux. Laroux in his usual tank top and jeans, he smirked to the man across from him. A rather large man, long black hair hanging from his head, his body covered in a pair of white cloth shorts and a solid black t-shirt. The two of them were deep in a game of Dominoes.
"So, this Alexis Terry bitch giving you shit?"
Laroux made his play with authority, slamming the domino down onto that table.
"Twenty five."
That man shook his head writing down Laroux's score, shooting him a look.
"But seriously tho, she got her yes man saying I gotta big mouth.."
"Well, you kinda do. Fifteen."
That man made his play before taking down his own score, taking a drink from his bottle of Corona.
"Fuck you. But it ain't even about that. The little fuck said I don't understand what I'm up against. Bitch ain't even special like that. She gotta puss, ass, tits, just like any other woman out there. There just isn't anything special about Alexis Terry. She ain't even that good lookin' man, I mean she alright, s'bout it."
"She gotta fat ass tho. I'd tear her up. See if you can hook it up."
"I'll be sure to do that just after I knock her the fuck out with my knee. Ole dude says I don't understand what I'm up against but fact of the matter is Alexis had no clue what she's up against. But that's okay, I have no problem showing her just who Xavier Laroux is."
"I wouldn't mind showing her who I am.
Xavier shot him a look but before he could say anything, his friend would speak up again.
"Look, it's like this bro. Looks like everyone in Redefine has someone watching their back. Either they're in a group or they got a yes man like Alexis does. How 'bout I make a few calls and I come to Redefine to watch your back."
Laroux thought about it, nodding his head in agreement.
"Y'know..you're absolutely fuckin' right. Lemme talk to Pariah and see what we can do. Till then, Ima prove that I belong here, Ima prove I'm better than Alexis Terry. So she's here for the title, let's see how long that lasts."
"I'll show her how long I last. Domino."
He played his final domino as Laroux just looked at him, shaking his head.
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 5, 2016 0:36:28 GMT
An Old Parable Written By Chase Music: "Wolves and the Water" By Edward R
He watched as the limo made it’s way from the driveway to the empty road ahead. David Sinclair for the first time in a long time remained alone. No errands to run, no babysitting to do, and no orders to deal with - he was alone. Alexis was off to a show a few hours away and would be spending the night in a hotel.
David lit a cigarette. Peace of mind was hard to come by. “Mr. Laroux, I would like to tell you a story. It’s a parable of sorts and I hope your little mind can grasp the lesson in the end. You see Mr. Laroux it goes a little something like this…
There once was a man, a normal man - an average man - who desperately wanted to be the best diver in his village. Everyday he would climb the highest rock he could find and he would leap into the water below. Many men and women would come from miles to watch him accomplish this feat. One day though another diver from a different village came and climbed the tallest rock in the town and dove into the water. Not wanting to be out down, the man climbed the same rock and leaped into the water but never came back up for air.
You see Mr. Laroux, the man became jealous because he could not do what the diver could do. Jealousy breeds hate and contempt. You spew hate like a child because you are that man from that small village. When somebody new - somebody better - came into your village and did what you could not do you became angry.
You have nobody to blame but yourself.
Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides. Mr. Laroux, you need to take a step back and understand something - Ms. Terry may not say it but I will - You are nothing but a mere pawn in a much larger game. Redefine has already made one mistake by not granting Alexis Terry the match she already deserves. You must now suffer the consequences of their actions.”
He threw the cigarette down and put out the ember with his boot. “We all knew this day would come. Ricky Stanton said the same thing. He was going to be the one to make an example out of the new big star coming into his turf. He was the first, You were the next. And you won’t be the last. But it’s a long, long list of names that will all say it but none will accomplish.
Alexis Terry WILL be World Champion. It’s just a matter of time. Yes, a matter of time.” David places his hands in the pocket of his coat and begins his own journey down the empty road.
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 5, 2016 7:07:05 GMT
"It was a nice little story, don't get me wrong, but there's a few differences. For one, ain't nothin' about Alexis Terry that would make me jealous. The thought alone is fuckin' stupid. For two, I don't wanna be the best diver in Redefine, another really fuckin' stupid idea man. I could go on but I needta see what point in my career I need to be at so I can have someone talk for me too. Listen man, this ain't got shit to do with you man. So get the fuck outta here, ain't you got some panties to iron, you servant fuck?"
The scene picked up, this time taking everyone to the interior of a local bar. One of the tables would have three people seated around it. One being "YOUR Favorite Drug" Xavier Laroux. Another being the same man he was previously playing dominoes with. And finally would be the youngest sister of Xavier, Anna Laroux.
In the middle of the table would be an almost empty bottle of Tequila, three shot glasses, and several empty Corona bottles.
"This fuckin' Jeeves guy thinks I have something to be jealous of with that bitch Alexis? Mannn, he's outta his god damn mind. Seriously tho, what kinda shit is that? Least ole dude can talk a bigger game than she has."
"Let it go for tonight, handle that shit in the morning."
Shaking his head, Xavier reached forward, snatching that bottle up by the neck, bringing it in, and drinking down the last bit of it.
"Nah, fuck that. Pav, you wanna get in this shit with me? Talk some shit to'em."
That man, now known as Pav, would nod his head a bit, reaching up to run his fingers through stringy black hair.
"Alright, lemme see. Alexis, babyface, you and your homeboy talk a big game about deserving a title shot..a World Title shot. You've had like one match here and you already shouting to the world about how you deserve this or you deserve that. Listen, X not withstanding, there's a whole list of people in Redefine that should be getting a shot before you. Guys and girls who have been busting their ass to help make this company what it is while you're off trying to save Callum only to fail and get busted in the face."
"Who's to say your plans for a World Title Match won't end up like that?"
"Listen Dave, I've heard the game before. Pawns, strategic plotting, it's all useless. This is a checkers business. You jump over the guy in front of you and eventually you get crowned. Simple as that. Trying to make it anything more would be just..pointless. Try focusing on the prize, not the game. You'll be able to make things easier. As for you two, I'm sure we'll talk again. Myself? I can't fuckin' wait."
"You forgot to add that nobody would care who Alexis is if Bronxy hadn't had his dick in it."
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 5, 2016 16:13:03 GMT
Creations Written By Chase Music: "Bonnie and Clyde" By WILD
She watched as Chris Callum sat on the lone folding chair in his locker room holding the ECWF United States Championship in his hands. With a little bit of help from Alexis Terry, a Superkick to be exact, he was once again a champion. Aspen Chaud, Chris Callum, and Alexis Terry were already making an impact in the company but Alexis had been there and done it all before - beating their Hall of Fame talent like Lacey Cohen in her first match with the company 3 years ago.
She had other obligations to worry about - Redefine.
She vanished without being seen and headed outside. Sinclair called earlier and informed her about the tape he had sent Xavier Laroux’s way. She had seen his little rebuttal in the bar - a place Alexis knew all too well - and she found it cute and amusing. People love to talk about things they knew nothing about. She leaned against the arena wall and held her phone in front of her.
Press to record.
“I suppose you and your friends love to tell tall tales, yeah? I understand you have a tough time using proper English and David’s metaphoric story might be a little tough for you to comprehend but I thought you at least were an honest man, Xavier. I suppose I should judge this book by it’s cover.
You want to bring Chis Callum and Bronx Valescence into this?
Fine, let’s do that. Let’s talk about how I made Bronx into the star he is today when I let him join The Monarchy - MY Monarchy. I took him from annoying little pleb and made him a World Champion.
Or, take Chris Callum - who had the best 2015 out of any professional wrestler today - and if you look back at it all, I was right there in the middle of it. Without me, Chris Callum wouldn’t have been the longest reigning GIW Champion of all time. He wouldn’t have been dominant everywhere he went. I made him like I made Bronx. They are my creations.
But they are void in this whole conversation because it comes down to you, Mr. Laroux. It comes down to you standing in my way from my destiny. People might have been here longer and worked harder but they are not me. They’re not Alexis Terry.
I don’t wait in lines. Lines form behind me.
You might need this win to validant yourself but I’m nobody's stepping stone. You bow to me. You allow me to walk over you. You are my peasant.
I am your Queen.”
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 5, 2016 18:48:27 GMT
"Youda thought I called her a grimy, parasitic cunt with the way she reacted. Did I hit a nerve Lex? You were so quick to jump the gun. So quick to show that what I said..got to you. Must be hard to have thick skin when ya got Jeeves over there, wiping your ass for ya. Fact of the matter is, the only thing you made is the piss poor excuse of an athlete that I'm about to face off against this weekend."
The scene picked up, revealing the interior of a local diner. Seated at a table would be none other than Xavier Laroux and that man known simply as Pav. The two looked to be in deep conversation with one another about an inaudible topic.
Laroux would be decked out in a pair of dark green cargo pants with a black tanktop, partially covered with an unbuttoned black shirt. Pav wore a pair of white and red track pants with a plain white t-shirt.
Upon closer inspection, their conversation could be heard clearly.
"Did you see that, man? Got the bitch on the defensive now. She's showing that she's no better than anyone else out there. For all her big fuckin' royalty talk, she's showing those cracks. I wanna break her down, really see how far I can push her."
Pav motioned his head towards the man holding the camera.
"Here's your chance."
Turning in his chair, Laroux looked to that cameraman, that oh so arrogant smirk growing across his features.
"Oh shit, here we go. Yo Lex! Y'know, I woulda called bullshit about the whole creation thing but, for entertainment's sake, let's pretend it's fact. It must suck like hell to know that one creation, Bronx, is a bigger name than you'll ever be. Must suck even more that the other creation, despite his success in this business, is a fuckin' laughing stock. The brunt of every joke, ridiculed, made fun of. So you created someone that's so far above you, you can't even touch that level and you created someone that is..well..a joke."
"I dunno what kinda fumes you're huffing but Xavier Laroux bows to nobody. It's cute really, the things you say. If the line forms behind you then why aren't you getting a title shot? If you're as good as you claim you are then why are you facing me?"
"You'd think that The Queen would be absolutely outraged about having to face a peasant like me. But instead, you've been taking it pretty well. Must be used to not getting what you want, eh Lex?"
"It's like this, for all you're saying, how hard you push yourself at being better than you really are, here you stand, just a few days away from stepping into the ring with someone who is, in fewer words, a lowlife."
"Put me in my place, Queen. Use that royal fist to knock me to the stables. Otherwise, you're the one who will get fisted."
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 6, 2016 7:39:24 GMT
”Guess Lex ran outta shit to say. Maybe she figured out that her bullshit little games are bout as useledd as a chandelier in a haunted house. I'm unshakable Lex. You already showed that little edge of yours and I pushed that much more. And now look, you ain't even got shit to say anymore. Suddenly, The Queen isn't sounding so royal."
"Maybe she knows what's at stake here. I mean, look at me. I've lost like..half matches, two and two. What will you gain by beating me? Like maybe..half a step up the ladder."
"But if..when I win, it means I gotta win over The Queen herself, a win over the woman who was single handedly responsible for the creation Chris Callum and Bronx Valescence. Just listen to how she puts herself out there. I mean, she has a fuckin' butler. If that doesn't scream ahhh, look at me, I'm important nothin' will. So just imagine the jump in my stock when I manage to overthrow The Queen. I'm gonna be fuckin' huge. Hell, I might even be able to claim being the start of The Downfall of Alexis Terry. That'd be one hell of an accomplishment to add to the ole resume."
"I thought a bit as to why you have been a lilbit slower with this comeback. Your head is elsewhere. Clearly, you're not focused on what's right in front of you. Got your finger in too many pots, eh Lex? But it's cool, a hundred percent here or not, I'm still gonna come at you with everything I've got, both verbally and physically. Stanton mighta not been able to do it but I damn sure will. I mean, c'mon, what's it gonna say 'bout your World Title bid if you can't knock off a lowlife peasant like me, right?"
"Honestly, you'd probably be better off focusing on holding Callum's hand. After I give you this ass beatin', you're probably just better off tellin' Pariah you can't juggle it and just acting like none of this happened. Chalk it up to a bad acid trip. I really don't care how the fuck you spin it. Fact of the matter is, once you lose to me, they'll fuckin' throw it at ya every chance they get. Even if it's not directly. It'll be some stupid shit like, well I beat him so automatically that means I'm better than you and am gonna beat you."
"People here are stupid as fuck like that, but they make up for it in the ring. That's what I'm hoping you'll do. But if not, oh fuckin' well."
"So when you find the time to take outta your busy ass schedule, drop me a video, lemme know how it feels to be up against someone who can not only talk circles around you, but can back it up all the fuckin' same. You say I'm the one not knowing what I'm getting into..but it's you Alexis, you are fucked."
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 6, 2016 18:34:56 GMT
The Same Song and Dance Written By Chase Music: "What It's Worth" By Malia J
She looked out the window of her limo and a small smile appeared upon her face. She was back in Chicago and the snow was a nice change of pace from the humid Miami air. She prefered the cold weather because it reminded her of home - Newcastle, England. She would be nuzzled up next to the fire as Mum read one of her trademark stories from the big yellow book of Fairy Tales that ruled her childhood.
The ECWF pay per view was a success. Chris Callum left a Champion and Team Alexis/Aspen/Callum was off to a nice start but none of that matter in the scheme of things here, Redefine was different. Redefine was going to be her own little kingdom soon enough.
Alexis turned and looked at David Sinclair who had his head buried into his phone. “What’s the matter? You should be thrilled. Things went off without a hitch in Miami.” “It’s not Miami I am worried about.” Alexis rested her hand on his. David looked up and she smiled. “Everything will be fine David, I promise. Nothing is going to stop us. Redefine will be ours.” “He called me a butler…” Xavier Laroux. “Is that why you haven’t said a word the whole trip from the Airport? You are upset about what some deadbeat said?” Sinclair simply shifted his eyes to the window. Alexis knew Xavier had been fast to keep up the “trash talk” as he would put it but it didn’t bother her, not at all. None of it mattered because Alexis knew that once the two were in the ring together she would emerge victorious. “So we have been a bit unable to respond to his little words with no meaning. I have a life. I have other obligations - a daughter to take care of. Xavier continues to spew the same nonsense over and over about how he is going to use me to turn his career around. It’s the same things everybody else said, it’s nothing new. He’s a nobody, David. He is nothing and will continue to be nothing. Sometimes doing your best is not good enough. Sometimes you must do what is required. That is something Xavier can’t do. He can’t go to that length. I can. I can end him and I will.” She gripped his hand harder. “You’re not a butler. You are my manager and have been since day one David. I trust you. I need you to believe in me because if you don’t things are going to go south and quick. You are my rock.” He squeezes her hand. “I believe in you.”
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 7, 2016 9:06:43 GMT
"Ahahaha, ole dude got all ass hurt cause I called him a butler. Mann, if it's your role, play it. Don't be a bitch and pout when someone calls you out on it. He called me a butler. Ahaha, whatta bitch."[/i]
Night had fallen across Las Vegas and Laroux had found himself on the balcony of a local hotel. Another successful Sin City Wrestling show in the books and despite not having a match, Laroux knew he got the job done with the words he spoke alongside Evan Harrison.
A pair of black denim jeans hung loosely from his waist while that torso was embraced with the near second skin of that white tank top. A lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Laroux began to speak.
"Nice job using your kid as an excuse as to why you couldn't take ten minutes to say a few words to me. And people say I'm the scumbag. It's okay Alexis, really. Especially considering the fact that you're literally saying things I've heard from so many others so it's not like I'm hearing anything new. No big loss."
"I'm going to end you. That was always one of my favorites."
Turning around, he leaned against that railing, taking a long drag off of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and mouth in unison.
"It's cute, don't get me wrong but it kinda loses any intimidation when absolutely nobody has been able to do it. Fellow wrestlers, teachers, angry husbands or boyfriends, sometimes even girlfriends. They all say it and yet here I am."
"Blah, blah, fuckin' blah. Y'know, when I saw I was scheduled to face you, I was kinda hoping for something more. I mean, you're Alexis Terry. Global superstar, Hall of Fame level talent. I expected more than being called a deadbeat. I expected something a bit more creative than he's nothing, he's a nobody. But then again, when you've been doing this as long as you have, Alexis, the creativity is bound to wear out...just like that body. And that's something I'm gonna take advantage of."
"Eventually, it just gets harder and harder to get back up after a heavy hitting match..and that's exactly what this is. If you've watched even one of my matches you'd know exactly the style I bring to the table. At my heary, I'm a brawler to the fullest extent. But that's not all. I'm coming for your ribs, that's a particularly hard one to bounce back from. I wouldn't exactly hate being the giy who drives the last nail into the coffin that holds the career of Alexis Terry."
"Your biggest mistake, Alexis? That is thinking that I am not more than capable of doing anything that must be done. My morals are shady at best. I've got no problem taking you out. And hey, when it's all said and done, maybe the little one can ask the butler why mommy hadda be carried outta the arena."
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 7, 2016 21:27:33 GMT
Back to Basics Written By Chase Music: "I Knew You Were Trouble" By Boyce Avenue
Puny little peasant. Alexis sighed. Her eyes shifted to Laken Terry who was running the ropes, learning the basics as Alexis put to her, as the two were the only people inside the small building - LIMITLESS Academy of Wrestling, Cleveland Campus. It was a short flight but one Alexis decided to make as she didn’t want to let Laken down, not now - not when things were just starting to get better. Laken was coming around to the idea of her mother wrestling again and Alexis wanted to do whatever it took for her daughter to be OK with the idea.
She watched as Laken hit the ropes with an ease and natural ability. “She was learning fast. Maybe soon enough she will be inside a Redefine ring” Alexis thought. “I’m growing tired of these back and forths. They’re becoming pointless. You continue to rehash my words or say the same things over and over - I honestly didn’t expect anything else from you. I’m becoming annoyed to be honest. Chicago is beautiful and I wanted to stay but five minutes back from my trip and you already are back with more of the same. Xavier, what is the point? Why keep this facade up?
You speak, look, and sound imbecilic. Using my kid as an excuse? If you had responsibility in your life you would understand. But you don’t. You never will. In fact, you are immune to responsibility. That’s why you will never have success and that is why you will never become Champion. You lack the drive. Take a step back and think about - Xavier Laroux as World Champion?
Ugh. I can imagine it now. I can imagine the intellect of the audience dropping with every interview, media appearance, and video package. You would treat the Championship as a glorified coaster for your beer.
Such travesty can’t even be imagined.” She shakes her head in disgust. A loud echo can be heard in the small building as the sound of Laken taking a flat back bump escapes the small ring. “You parade around in Jeans, beaters, and have that smug look upon your face as if you are some sort of ‘anti hero' for the common people. Original. I’ve seen your kind before. I’ve fought your kind before. You have no place in this sport. You have no place being in the same ring as me. You are a fighter. I’m a wrestler. The difference between us is unmeasurable. Fighters fight. Wrestlers wrestle. Winners win and losers lose.
I don’t lose.”
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Jan 8, 2016 15:32:40 GMT
"This is it, Alexis. The last time I'll put out one of these before our match tomorrow..but this is the most important one. Why is this the most important one? Because this one is the truth. You've talked about things in which you have absolutely no idea about. It's time to set you straight, it's time Alexis."
Video recording, Xavier Laroux held that phone up so the lens could see him clearly enough. That oh so arrogant smirk plastered to his face, he shook his head, speaking, his voice softer than usual.
"You call me unoriginal but yet you call yourself queen just the same as hundreds before you. This story has been told time and time again. Tomorrow is just going to be another example of that."
"I have never once labeled myself a hero..villain..antihero, any of that nonsense. I am Xavier Laroux, that's it. I dress how I do because I want to. I have this smug look on my face because I want to. The fact that it makes people like you uncomfortable is just a huge plus. You can't handle the fact that someone from a lower social standing is about to get in your face and legit knock you around. You're right about one thing though, I am a fighter. I have been fighting since the day I was born and I'm going to fight until the day I speak my last word. Do you know what I fight for, Alexis?"
Turning that phone around, Laroux allowed it to focus on a sleeping child, deep asleep, looking rather comfortable on a king sized bed.
"I fight for her, Alexis. This is Terra. I know what responsibility is. And you know..if I never become World Champion, I'm okay with that because nothing that I could accomplish in that ring would mean as much to me as she does."
Focus back on Laroux as he walked out onto the balcony. Closing the sliding door behind him, he lit up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke out into the morning air.
"You look stupid when you run your mouth without the facts to back it up. I have been champion in nearly every place I've wrestled for, sure maybe not World Championships, but I won the ACW United States Championship when there was no belt more important than it. Tag Team Championships, Television Titles, even a Bare Knuckle Championship in there."
"Facts, Alexis, you'd have them if you bothered to actually look into what I've done. But that's okay, I mean you live such a busy life, you don't have time for all that, do you?"
"Here's what you do... resign. Take your ass back to Callum's side and hold his hand all the way to the top. I mean..that is your biggest priority in this business, right?"
"I'm done here, Alexis. Just know that when we step into the ring Saturday, you're not in for just a match..it's gonna be a fight."
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Post by Alexis Terry on Jan 9, 2016 21:08:27 GMT
One Last Entry Written By Chase Music: "Fuckin' Problem (A$AP Rocky Cover)" By Xavier Dunn
Dear Diary, I know things have been hectic lately and I haven’t had time to sit down and write like I normally do but I wanted to take a few minutes and talk about change. We all change. Whether it be a new loved one for the new year, a new job to get excited about, or for me - a whole new life on the horizon. It’s all things to be excited for but none more than my plans for Redefine Pro in the coming new year. My first victim was “Pretty” Ricky Stanton and with ease I downed him like I said I would. I expected more of a fight but I digress. As the common phrase goes “It is what it is”. I beat him and I made my intentions clear - a shot at the World Championship. I wanted the chance to make things great again and to take Redefine to places it never had been before, a chance to change things for the better. But instead I once more have to deal with another random match against a random opponent in an effort to prove myself. Over the week a lot has been said by both sides but that was to be expected. His name is Xavier Laroux and he is nothing more than another obstacle in my way to what is truly mine, the Redefine World Championship. But it is the very subject I have been talking about that will come through in the end. Change. See when I first heard about the match I was pissed off and rightfully so. Nobody with more of a reputation, both name wise and talent wise, has ever come through the doors of Redefine. People keep saying to wait in line but I don’t. I have no reason to. On merit alone I should be granted my shot. But changing my attitude has allowed me to see through the trees so to speak. I might have to wait another week for my shot but now, now I have a chance to really show this company what I can do. I’m going to make one final example out of Xavier. Give me my match or prepare to watch your little roster die before your eyes. Can’t change be a beautiful thing?
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