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Three Way Ladder Match for the King’s Crown; THE KING (C) vs. Theo Zosi vs. Liz Blackwell
Topic Started: May 30 2016, 11:41 PM (17 Views)
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Three Way Ladder Match for the King’s Crown.

THE KING (C) vs. Theo Zosi vs. Liz Blackwell
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It is a quiet night in the Blackwell Manor. Alistair is wandering around in the empty halls looking for his sister. The enigmatic and enticing Elizabeth has been making herself scarce ever since they had their small argument. Despite his aversion to her tactics and choices, Alistair was a loving brother who took his duty as a guardian seriously. If only the headstrong girl would realize that herself. He wanders to a room that is not used, for a good reason. A room dedicated to the memory of their father Laurentius, a man who paid the ultimate price for their safety. He sees the door ajar and enters after a moments hesitation. What he sees surprises him. He sees the figure of Liz kneeling infront of a painting that depicts the three Blackwells that are no longer in this world, Laurentius and their eldest brother Vlad, alongside a fair woman with otherwordly beauty. Victoria Blackwell. He stops behind the woman who is staring at the painting and sees her shoulders shake as if she was sobbing. This brings worry to him and he makes his presence clear by clearing his throat.

Liz jolts as if she had gotten a shock and turns around to face her brother, dark streaks of makeup on her cheeks. A look of anger flashes past her eyes as she throws a glance to Alistair before turning back. “What do you want? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.” There is massive amounts of pain in the voice of the temptress, a flavor that surprises Alistair.

The big man kneels next to Liz and wraps his arm around her shoulder in a brotherly manner. “What kind of a brother would I be if I ignored my little sister crying. Whats up Liz?” He glances up at the painting. “You look a lot like her you know.” He muttered quietly.

Liz sobs again and leans into Alistair. “What was she like? All i’ve seen is this painting and heard father and Vlad lament about losing her…”

“She was… the painting can’t capture her beauty… nor can it capture her kindness and her warmth.” He glanced at Liz and saw her features twisted in another sob. “Don’t tell me… you’re blaming yourself for her death?” There was shock in his voice.

“Father did. Vlad did. She died giving birth to me after all. I was too young to know it at first but now that I reflect back on it… it’s obvious they could never look at me without thinking of losing her.” Her voice was oddly quiet. The usually so spunky and teasing temptress is almost a different woman now. She seems so frail.

“Nonsense. It is true they saw her in you Liz. But they did not blame you. Neither did I.” Alistair muttered quietly and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Do you want to know what the last words of our father was?” He glanced at her and tried to summon a comforting smile, something he had difficulty doing.

Liz glanced up, her eyes wide of shock. Alistair had been the last one summoned to Laurentius’s side as he was dying of his wounds. Vlad had kept Liz away from the scene, saying how Laurentius was too weak and too gruesomely maimed, that their father didn’t want that to be the last memory she had of him. Alistair had never spoken of what happened in that room. All Liz knew was that after he came out, Alistair had changed. She nodded slowly.

“He told me that I needed to protect you. That if I ever cared for him and our mother… I would make sure nothing happened to you. He loved you Liz. But he couldn’t say it. He wanted you to be strong. And I swore to keep you safe from harm.” Alistair wiped a tear from Liz’s eye. “Vlad was never the same after his death. He became obsessed with hunting down those who killed him. And that ended up killing him. Even though I never expected to be carrying the burden of the family… I will do it.”

The woman was quiet for a long while, the sobs quietly dying. And then suddenly she lunged forward to embrace Alistair, hugging him. “Thank you Alistair... “ She stood up and walked to the painting, her fingers tracing the line of Victoria’s features, and then her fathers. “I’ll make you proud…”

Alistair smiled. This was the Liz he knew. “So Liz. I was looking for you for a reason. Seems like your plan, whatever it has been is coming to a head. You’re facing both the King and the God at Hardware Havoc. I guess you should let the world know what you think.”

Turning to Alistair, Liz smiled. “Alright Brother. Let’s go knock em silly”

Good Queen Bessie (on-cam)

We open up to a view of Elizabeth Blackwell, dressed in her usual getup that we all know and love, lounging in a throne like chair infront of a fireplace that casts a dancing shadow on her features, adding an extra layer of mystique to the dark temptress. She smiles to the camera, a mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes.

“Good evening loves. It’s always such a pleasure to be able to come and entertain you.”

Shuffling around she settles into the chair more comfortably and continues.

“So after weeks of teasing and foreplay, it’s time for the big finish, the climax. I’ll finally get both the King and the God in the ring with me… and no holds are barred… just the way I love it… After all, holding them is what I’d LOOOOVE to do…”

Her hand wanders between her own thighs and we see a glimpse of her flesh as her skirt rises to allow her hand to slip where it aims to go.

“I just gotta love the mind of Ricky Rhodes. On top of his body that is. A Ladder match… That old Perv just wants to give people plenty of chances to get some upskirts of me, don’t think I can’t see right through you. But why bother going through all that trouble though? You could’ve just asked Ricky and I’d GLADLY have shown what I got underneath… I’ll give you a hint.. Nothing”

A wink to the camera accompanies the admission.

“As far as the prize goes… I would’ve preferred to have Becky on a pole. But getting the crown will do. After all, Kings and Queens always get their way, and when I become Queen Elizabeth the… ummm”

She glances over her shoulder and the massive figure of Alistair Blackwell steps out of the shadows and raises 3 fingers. Liz chuckles and nods.

“Third. Yes, third. I’ll make sure my loyal subjects will have enough entertainment to last a lifetime. I’m no Virgin Queen you know.”

It’s painfully obvious that she is not, as if it needed to be said.

“Johnny… You’ve been teasing me for weeks, letting me get close only to push me away… It’s time you embraced the lust inside and opened your arms… and your bedroom for the mistress of the night. Being married to someone like Chrissie must be exhausting, you deserve better than that harlot. All you need to do is kneel and swear fealty to your Queen and I promise you you’ll never have to go unfulfilled again. Let me take care of you Johnny, let my hands and my tongue work its magic on your body and soul and you’ll find yourself traveling to paradise on the euphoria express. I’ll make all your woes just go away, wash them away with a wave of pleasure.”

The way her hand works its magic under her skirt and the way her body writhes as she speaks hammers home the point of what she means. She pauses for a while and after a few moments of intense moaning she relaxes and gives a dreamy gaze at the camera.

“That is what I offer to you Johnny. Pleasure instead of Pain. Bliss instead of Bullshit. All you need to do is submit to me. It’s just that easy.”

Pausing for a few moments, you can see her hand slipping back between her thighs and when she continues, you realize why.

“Theo… oh Theo. I haven’t forgotten about you. With a body like that, how could any red blooded woman forget about you. I’ve had dreams of you Theo. Dreams that have driven me wild. Dreams that have left me wet and lusting for more. I must have you Theo. I must have your body… I long for your touch. I feel the heat just by thinking of you. Your lips on mine… Your hand on my skin… You’re too good for Becky.”

You hear an annoyed grunt from Alistair and Liz gives a scoff at him, rolling her eyes and pulling her hand out.

“She is too nice for you. Too naive. Too innocent. You deserve someone more skilled. More experienced. More… adventurous. Someone who can give you what a God truly deserves. Total and utter worship. But if you won’t give it to me willingly… I will take it. I will break your will and bend you to my command. For I am the Mistress of the Night. I am the manifestation of Nyx. I am the dark side of Aphrodite. I am the Cupid of physical attraction. The Dionysous of Lust. I am everything you want me to be, and everything you fear me to be.”

A shadow danced on her face as she spoke, for some reason the whole paragraph was loaded with malice that hinted at something deeper and more sinister below the surface.

“We can do this the easy way Theo. Or the hard way. Either you give yourself to me willingly or I will take you forcibly. It is your decision Theo, my sweet sweet Theo. The Night waits you with open arms… Embrace it and find out it’s power. Hear the call of the darkness and heed it.”

Liz stands up and extends her arms towards the camera, her last words loaded with sensuous flirtation and inviting warmth.

“A King. A God. And a woman of dark desires shall enter Hardware Havoc and do battle. And in the end only one shall remain. And I promise you all… I shall not be… denied.”

The view fades to black.
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No Longer A Dream; Just Reality
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The young wrestler sat in front of his laptop, a small smile on his face as he blew a kiss, “Σ 'αγαπώ πάρα πολύ τη μαμά. (I love you too mama)” His words were heartfelt, and his voice was soft, “I promise, I make you proud mama!” He chuckled as he nodded, the headphones capturing whatever she was saying to him, “Yes, ένας βασιλιάς (a king)” He chuckled, “Mama!” The chuckle turned to a laugh. “Mama you can’t say those words, not about... no no... the little πουτάνα (whore) is Liz, not Millar. Yes she’s the one that.... MAMA! Stop just.... I’d rather not talk about my... no ma...”

He finally silenced the older woman, who seemed more interested in joking, “Oh mama! Just.... mama... no....no....mama, I gotta go!” He smiled, “Yes you’ll meet her, I gotta go, yes it’s because this conversation is uncomfortable... Σ 'αγαπώ πάρα πολύ τη μαμά. (I love you too mama) goodbye!”

As he clicked the hang up button he blew the woman a small kiss. She was the only parent he had known, the only one who had ever had any influence on his life. Theo could tell that she was proud of him, happy for the life he was building so far away. Away from the nightmares, and hate he had. The wrestler knew his Demigod story was a puff of smoke for the truth, as much as he wanted to believe that he was son of Ares, that he too could be a god of war he knew it was just a dream, a lie he told himself to make the hurt a little less.

His head hung into his hands, and he let out another soft sigh, “Mama told me once that you were a great man that lost your way, that you wanted so much more for the family, and that what we had simply wasn’t enough.” He seemed to be talking to nobody, and yet the way he spun seemed like someone was in the room with him. “Mama said that you didn’t care she was growing me inside her belly, that you wanted to be someone that you were not.”

He looked into a mirror, and wiped the stress from his face, “And now... there’s times that I feel like I’m following you, that I’m trying to be someone bigger than I am, bigger than I could have been in Greece. I’m chasing my dream, I’m following the right path with the right people in my life. And unlike you, I’d never leave these people, I’d never turn my back on them, not like you!”

“I know that I have to focus, but all I can see is you, a man who I have longed to have in my life, a man that I have tried to make proud, in hopes that he’d come back. I was a star back home, I held so many titles, and yet the only one of importance I could never reach. I wanted to be your son. I wanted you to pat me on the back, or yell in the stands, που είναι ο γιος μου εκεί έξω (that’s my son out there)” The young man ran his hand over his face, catching the smallest tears falling from his eyes as he continued to look in the mirror, “But you were never there. Just like you won’t be for my match Saturday night.” Theo hissed.

“I’ve wanted a father so much that I’ve convinced myself that I am a son of a god, that my father was far too busy being a God of War. That he chose me to be a successor, and the only way to make me as strong as he is, was to abandon me so long ago.” He growled again.

“This dream, this reality that I’ve created for myself is exactly why I’ve looked up to Pietr and Rhea, it’s exactly why I’ve found myself in a war with a King and a Siren. It’s why I’ve come here. I’ve wanted to be someone my whole life, and now in America I’m making a name for myself, and becoming something so much bigger than a boy who wasn’t wanted. I’m not only going to become King but I’m going to go further, and be a champion. I’m not going to let everything that you’ve taught me be what I believe anymore.” The brunette’s voice got louder.

“I’m so fucking sick of being a goddamn failure with everything I’ve achieved, I’m so angry that I refused to look around the one goal that I’ve had this whole time. I’m no longer your son, I’m no longer the blood of the man that I have wanted to impress ever since I could walk. I’m done asking questions, and being blinded by a title that I’ve always held so dearly. I am a son, I am someone who makes the right choices, and I have made people proud. If you’re so wrapped up in your worthless life, If you’re so selfish to not want to know me.... Then you don’t get to bleed the same blood as me. I will never look in the mirror and see the father I’m missing, I will never dream of the dad that I’ve longed for. I am son of Ares, I am the demi god that I have dreamed of being. You are just a man, do you hear me father, you don’t get to haunt me anymore. And when I become King, and when I take the crown hanging above the ring, my Dad... Ares, God of War will be proud of me, he will open up the heavens and rain down fire on my behalf, he will celebrate my victory, and my coronation.” The boy seemed even angrier than before.

“I’m done chasing a dream that will never come true, I’m done being a man that I assumed you’d love. I’m going to be the person my mama raised me to be, I’m going to be Theo Zosi, Demigod and KING! I’m going to be everything that you could never be and so much more Father... because I’ve finally realized that I don’t need to make you proud, I don’t need to hear you cheer, Ares does that enough for all of us! And with Ares help... I will Kill the king again.... And I will destroy Liz while I’m at it. I’m done! And the only one I am going to impress is the one that matters most!”

Theo paused again, and smirked, “THE KING IS DEAD! And the Demigod will rise!”
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