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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Jun 7, 2015 1:50:20 GMT
Welcome Back Match: Marisol Hawkes vs AJ Fairchild
Two former 2CW Competitors return to the Second City for retribution, as AJ Fairchild and Marisol Hawkes go one on one!
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Post by A.J. Fairchild on Jun 9, 2015 21:26:21 GMT
A.J. Fairchild: "I've accomplished many modern day miracles..." A.J. is pacing in the backstage of the 2CW arena. His mind intent on focusing himself for his reemergence into the world. His heart is a heavy one as he knows that the large hill he created for himself. He has to scale it from scratch. This was his task. 2CW would be his new canvas.A.J. Fairchild: "I guess coming back from the dead wouldn't surprise you all. You see the world left me for dead. They said 2012 the year of our lord and savior Fairchild was done... And that he couldn't replicate the success that got him to the top... I don't listen to liars. He strokes his chin sulking as he moves about. The room is poorly lit, and seems to be his fortress of solitude. No a single man, woman, or child stirring. He loved his space, it gave him the ability to visualize and create. It was his all-in-all miracle machine.A.J. Fairchild: "I only sell myself on the cold hard facts. The saying is that the truth will set you free. Well 2CW I'm here to shed a little truth on you all. The truth is that 2012 is dead... The truth is that I fell from grace. The truth is that I will rise from my ashes. I will show you all what it means to be called Lazarus." The Pissed of Teenager of Pro Wrestling stops. Looking dead center at the camera. His words coming from a place he hadn't been to in a long time. It was the edge he'd lost. With it the pretenders took everything from him. His life, his love, his lineage, and his legacy. But it was here in the Second City... That he found himself with a second chance.A.J. Fairchild: "With each passing second I grow stronger. The liars and pretenders had their time. I gave them THREE years to show me their world. Here the monster stands ready to tear down their half-built existence brick by brick... Bone by bone! I gave them time... And now it my turn again." Fairchild gives a sinister smirk as he looks deep within the soul of the camera. His aura chilling to the very core. Her was more than mortal, and he needed to remind everyone of that fact. His reign supreme may have ended a while ago, but like the very cycle of life... The doomsday clock was reaching his hour again.A.J. Fairchild: "Yet as I have been given another chance... I'll extend both goodwill and olive branch to the fine folk here in Chi-town. You have only hours to relinquish all hope. I beg you to relish in the light of your heroes one last time. Because the rider on conquest approaches your pearly gates." He walks up to the camera booking out everything except his sinister smile. A.J. Fairchild: "I'll tear it all down... soon enough." Fin
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Post by MissAsherz on Jun 10, 2015 18:26:46 GMT
White lies, black dress Brightest of darkness You close your tearstained eyes To your silver lined madness After twenty-nine years You might want to confess That we have made A fucked-up place That I can not erase
"Sing to me" by Delain "It is a fact. After all the rumors and hyping up this come back for quite sometime now...I am finally home."
Marisol Hawkes can be seen in the arena sitting in the front row. The place was empty except for a few brief employees making sure the place is clean for the show in a few days. Marisol smirked as she looked around the arena.
"I know that many people may not remember who I am. So let me fill in those who have lived under a rock or failed to look back in the archives of 2CW. I am Marisol Hawkes. The divine ruler of controversy and at one point in time...the number one contender to the 2CW world title. I had to leave 2CW before I could even get my rematch, but instead of bitching that I deserve that rematch, I am pretty much going to work my way from the ground up again. Who better to go against that someone who is making his come back to 2CW...AJ Fairchild"
Marisol propped up her feet on the guard rail and just hummed a bit of a tune as she was thinking about what to say to her opponent. She just chuckled.
"You say that you give Chi town a few hours to give up hope? Honey, Chi town will never give up hope as long as I am around. They say that there is room for only one, and you are looking at the one true savior of 2CW. You have said that you have been 'risen from the dead' but if that was the case, then my father would be alive and all is right with the world."
Marisol pulled her long hair up into a pony tail and she just sighed as her feet dropped to the ground off of the guard rail. She shook her head in shame as she just sighed.
"AJ you don't stand a chance against me. You are just going to be my first step on my way back to glory and redemption. You are going to be that first barrier that I crush when I make my way to the top and I will tell you this. I will do whatever it takes to make my point clear. I will be coming after the 2CW world title this time and not even Olsen himself can stop me this time. I am out for blood. I am out for redemption and this time....there is no stopping me now. I am ready to get started on my path to glory. I am on the edge of glory....and it will be time to kick you off the cliff AJ."
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Post by A.J. Fairchild on Jun 11, 2015 3:24:34 GMT
The clouds bring rain... With that rain comes the body of the storm. Lightning and terrors give fright to the children of the world. But one man rises above it. He shouts down the thunder and reels in the sparks by hand only. A.J. Fairchild stands here... in this most holiest of places at the peak of existence. Just ready to punch his way through.
[Backstage 2CW Arena]A.J. Fairchild: "Hehe... So you're the one who wants to dance with the devil?" A.J. is sitting down on a steel chair, towel draped across his neck. His eyes blazing with fury and brimstone. A.J. Fairchild: "Tell me girl... What do you know about angels? What about the heavens and the stars? Some say they don't exist. But you see... I know better. I know that if hellspawn like me exist... All bets are off."A.J. sighs look up at the ceiling.A.J. Fairchild: "I'm being forced to deal with you. They're protecting the true messiah. They know he's not ready yet. I'm benevolent... I can wait my turn. But until then I'll have to have some fun picking the bones of everyone else. Marisol... I don't know you. I've worked in the same building as you in the past and you were always an afterthou- wait.... you never really existed to begin with."A.J. smirks still hiding his face away from the cameras.A.J. Fairchild: "But now... you have only 2CW to blame for having you bite the first bullet. You don't know what you're up against... You don't know how to kill me... or kick me off of said cliff. Because the truth of the matter is that A.J. Fairchild is the fucking cliff! You can't beat nature you stupid girl... You can only succumb to it. Pray to your gods..."A.J. gives a small laugh at the thought of hurting Marisol.A.J. Fairchild: "No... you're not the savior Marisol. You're not the hope... You're not the hype... At best you're top ramen. You see the likes of you is a mere midnight snack. You couldn't hope to sate my appetite. That's why I won't stop with you. After I leave you for the carrion I'll move on to bigger and better prey... But the messiah... The glorious sun of Chicago... They won't be able to hide him from me much longer."A.J. rubs his hands together nearly salivating at the thought of his coming rampage. His mind set on running rough shot through 2CW until there wasn't anything left...A.J. Fairchild: "Marisol... Let it go... There are people who cannot be reasoned with by words alone. I am such a being. But the stars have written it in the sky. You lack a strength in spirit that will be able to put me down. Then again whats already dead... couldn't possibly die again..."A.J. laughs slightly at this as the scene fades.
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Post by A.J. Fairchild on Jun 11, 2015 17:50:07 GMT
The die was cast, and all that remained was the result. The result of hard work, dedication, and a newfound inspiration. This is what all that remained of the lost child. A.J. was in the backstage area of the 2CW arena. Eagerly waiting for the pain... the agony... the state that he would leave her in.
A.J. Fairchild: "Why do we fight? Is it some self-fulfilling need to say that we gave it our best? Is it the notion that if we fight for what we believe in that ultimately our truth will prevail?"
He laughs at the thought.
A.J. Fairchild: "I fight... because I am what I am. I destroy livelihoods, I take away dreams. I conqueror... I reign... I repeat. Marisol, I'm going to show you my truth. I am going to show you my fight. Rest easy knowing that you're martyrdom wasn't a result of your actions."
He rubs his hands together getting greedy with ideas.
A.J. Fairchild: "This may be a welcome home match for the both of us. However, that's where our similarities end. You can't compare yourself to me... That'd be comparing a kindergarten fingerprinting to a true Matisse. Marisol... you are a wrestler, and that is why your niche is so small. You think strictly about wins and losses... About championship and glory."
Fairchild extends his arms outward as if he is trying to embrace the universe itself.
A.J. Fairchild: "Me? Well I invoke emotions... thoughts... dreams themselves. I am more than my occupation. I am more than a man in a ring. I am author and illustrator of creation. My influence causes the stars above to marvel at me. And in the end... I am all that will be left."
A.J. lowers his hands slowly curling his palms into a tight fist.
A.J. Fairchild: "You say Chicago will never give up hope as long as you're around. I say that painting stripes on a white horse doesn't make a zebra... It's a pretender. Marisol you are a game to me... An appetizer to whet my hunger with. After I run through you another interchangeable part just like yourself will be set forth against me next, only to find a similar end when all is said and done... You never had a chance."
A.J. closes his eyes breathing deeply, his hunger swelling even more. He is focused he is vigilant he is ready...
A.J. Fairchild: "You know how this ends... You've seen it in the mirror in the days prior to your crucifixion. Every step you take, ever eye you catch... You feel my presence. I know you believe... I can hear it in you hollow words. The way you breath emanates fear. A well deserved fear I might add... Let it all go..."
He points at the camera moving on...
A.J. Fairchild: "You reap what you sow... You harvest what you plant... Until the famine arrives."
Fairchild laughs quietly...
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Post by MissAsherz on Jun 12, 2015 1:31:55 GMT
Marisol Hawkes has been one for her temper. She has been silent about things. Trying to prepare for her match against AJ Fairchild. Marisol is seen walking towards the dark depths of the boiler room at the 2CW arena. Marisol walks down the stairs and she paces the floor back and forth for a brief moment before she starts speaking to herself.
"A game? AJ thinks that this is a game! This isn't a game to me. You are not being forced into anything AJ. You choose to deal with controversy and you choose to get your head knocked off of your fucking body. What do I know about angels? I know everything! I have two angels in both my mother and my father standing beside me right now. What do you know about hell? I hope the devil has a nice little plot for you down there. That or he roasts you on a fucking spit with the apple shoved so far up your ass you won't ever think straight again."
Marisol quickly turns to see the camera guy rolling. Marisol takes a deep sigh as she knew something like this would happen. Marisol bit her bottom lip and then began to speak once more.
"You think you have controversy figured out? You think that I am some sort of game AJ? While you are off playing your checkers game inside your head, I am the fucking queen on the chess board. You say that I am going to be a martyr on your path of glory. Let me make something fucking clear to you AJ. I am not a martyr for any fucking person no matter what the cost is. The higher ups better make this a street fight because it seems that we are both willing to bleed and die for the cause that we have. You want to get to whoever you are calling the 'son of Chicago' and I am wanting gold before I retire from this game. Who will get to their goals first AJ?"
Marisol rubbed her hands together as she continued to pace back and forth. Marisol was trying to sort out thoughts in her head as her eyes darted around the room. She continued to speak but this time in a much softer voice.
"This is just the beginning AJ. You are going to be that stepping stone that will shoot me to the top. You say I don't look at the bigger picture. Maybe I all ready have. A magician doesn't reveal her secrets and controversy doesn't speak much until she hits you like a truck in the ring. Prepare for war. Die for your cause. I know that all to well AJ. I know that all to well..."
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