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Back in Black, Back on Track.; Brenda WZ RP
Topic Started: Oct 1 2008, 10:28 PM (20 Views)
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:: The scene shows a field, with miles of wheat blowing back and forth, rhythmically, across the plains. The color of the scene couldn’t have been painted better if in a picture. The grass is green and lush, the sky a soothing blue. The clouds sitting high in the sky, stainless white. There is a creek nearby, bubbling. The sounds that emit could be recorded and sold on tranquility cd's. The camera is panning far out, to take in all of the surroundings, then comes back sharply, and we see Brenda Vixen, kneeling, by the creek. She is dressed in all black, but her sharply toned blond hair is uncovered, and blowing like the wheat field. She has despair in her eyes, the dark circles under them proof of that. She looks bruised, sore, beaten. Her eyes hold pains unimaginable to the everyday person. She looks not at the camera, but continues to stare, mesmerized at the running water of the creek in front of her. She speaks::

Brenda Vixen: “Defeat. It’s hard to take no matter who the competitor. Everyone is here for one reason, victory. Most are here for victory leading them to riches, to fame, to the gold. Some are here for victory to prove their rank, to show their status among the masses. I fell in to that crowd. I came into this federation with aspirations of being one of the greatest women wrestlers this federation has ever seen. Such names to live up to, Ruthless Aggression, Allyson Thorn, and it even pains me to say, Sirena Starr. Women who have transpired the nation, and changed the way divas were looked at inside the ring. Most people just considered the divas to be trophy wives of the men wrestlers, eye candy to hang at the arms of the men who were about to do battle. The women were not respected, listened to, understood. The women in the CZW, they changed that. They showed the never-back-down attitude that was necessary to succeed inside the ring AND out.”

::She stops, and reaches her hand down, letting it sit inside the stream, the water trickling around her wrist and continuing its path down the bubbly creek.::

Brenda Vixen: “So I joined this federation, wanting to be like those women, wanting to be the very best. However, I had history that was unlike their own. Most of them grew up comfortably, had all the luxuries of a famous life, and never had to deal with separation, abandonment, or even, death. I had to deal with it all. I had to deal with losing a parent, losing a provider. I had to make it on my own from the beginning. I had to be tough, no room for emotion. No room for the weak, the weak cannot survive. I had to be strong, willing to do whatever it would take, to obtain that victory. I haven’t been wrestling for long, but I have been fighting for survival my entire life. Surviving is what I do, overcoming the odds, and getting back up when life has tried to beat me down. So I aligned myself with The Night Terrors, just like Tatum mentioned earlier. The All-American Nightmare, Jacob Havok, Carnage, Tatum Regan. I thought that this ‘family’ would suffice, that this group was enough to provide me with the tools necessary to start a climb up the diva ladder in this federation. How I couldn’t have been more wrong. This group, aside from being filled with wrestlers devoid of skill, was crippling me from the start. How could I expect to find greatness when I was surrounded by such mediocre individuals? They avoided wins like Tatum avoids douche. This group of losers was played by everyone in the CZW, and would just use matches against the Night Terrors as tune ups for greater ones. The only Terror these fools had at night was the realization of how bad they were. So I left. I bailed. I escaped, is the best way to put it. And, fell into the arms of the first man I saw, Buck Evans. He said all the right things, and things felt much more cohesive within the Outlaws. They had success inside this group, with the great Derek Damage being a part of it, even holding gold with Big Nasty. Buck himself, was a great leader at first. He commanded the respect of many, making an instant impression on the greats here in CZW. But, like with the stable before, things went sour, quickly. There was trouble within the group for a long time, even if they played it off as things were still running smooth. Buck was so insecure, and knew how terrible he really was, but had to act like a tough guy to keep his image intact. Truth was, he even cried to me at night, because he knew he couldn’t cut it. He knew he would never escalate to the status of champion in this federation. I have not fought my whole life to end up here, stuck in an average stable, with average wrestlers, who are more emotional than me! I couldn’t take Buck crying on my shoulder anymore, I think he had more estrogen flowing through that girly body than I did! So again, I bailed. He booted my in the face, Karen got the win over me, and I had to leave the federation. For the first time, in a long time, I was alone again. I was lost. I had no where to turn, no one to confide in. Then he found me. Master spoke to me in my dreams. He told me to come to him, to find him. He told me he could make me whole again, and make me stronger than I have ever been. He showed me that it wasn’t about winning gold, but punishing those who have wronged me. Vengeance was the sweetest drug, he said. Revenge can soothe the harshest of burns. So I found him. He was a terrifying individual. His gaze pierced my soul like the sharpest of knives. His words struck deep into my soul, clenching me with his icy touch. He showed me the ways of his voodoo, his immensely powerful magic. He showed me how to get inside someone’s mind, to tear them apart from the inside out. It was much easier to defeat a broken soul, so I practiced. I slept less, I studied more. I got stronger, smarter. I was ready. The time came for me to emerge back in the federation that shunned me.”

:: Her voice begins to pick up, and slowly, the picture perfect sky begins to change to a disgustingly bland shade of gray. The puffy white clouds begin to turn dim, swirling overhead. The wind goes from comfortable and soothing, to reckless and harmful. The rain didn’t start falling immediately; instead it dropped only a couple bits here and there. Actually, before you knew it was raining, you saw the drops in the stream, the little circlets that rose and then disappeared. Then suddenly, the rain began not to drizzle, but to pour::

Brenda Vixen: “Master wouldn’t let me show my face or speak immediately; no he reiterated the fact that the time was not yet right. So I cloaked myself in anonymity, and did his bidding. I popped in from time to time, to make my mark, however spent most of the time watching, waiting. Finally, when he gave me the go ahead, I appeared at Hatewave. I saved Master from stumbling against the imbecile O’Toole. I stopped that bitch Cameron in her tracks, leaving herself choking yet again on her own blood. Master and I united with the strongest force in the CZW, Anarchy Rising. The wrestlers in that group have no fear, will try the unthinkable, say the unimaginable, and do the unbelievable. Joining forces with these people made Master and I much more stronger. I clashed with ‘The Boss Bitch’, the so called Queen of Combat Sirena Starr, and some new comers even last week. I was victorious only one, defeated twice. I held the belt and title of Queen of Combat only for a bit, and then ultimately, watched the title be retained by Starr. So I did some reflecting. I found that my focus was a bit lost. Master and I took some time to talk to the gods, to see what they wanted from us. Both Master and I stumbled at Extreme Intervention. My eyes glazed over with ideas of holding that title high, proving to all of those who doubted me that I could be a champion. But that’s the problem. I’m not here for gold. I’m not here for glory. I’m here, for blood.”

::At the end of that statement, three bolts of lightning come down, striking the wheat field. Then the lightning intensifies, striking all over the plain.::

Brenda Vixen: “And now that I have my priority in order, there is nothing that will stop me from my mission. I will make every single woman in this federation pay, leaving them all in a pile of their own blood in the ring. I have dropped you before Tatum; tomorrow night will be no different. You prance around in those skimpy school girl outfits, twirling your hair and giggling for your F*ggot boys in Beautiful Agony. You would be such a slut, seeing as how you have trouble keeping those legs closed, if your partners in crime were attracted to females. Make sure you borrow some makeup from Havok; because you’re gonna have a mess on your face to cover up with after our match. You want to be the school girl? Bring it. I’ll be your teacher. The class? Ass Kicking 202. Get ready, you’re about to get learned. Look around you, Tatum. Look at this Kansas sky. It’s getting darker by the minute. And the darkest days, you’re Darkest Days, are just looming on the horizon.”

::She stands, and walks away slowly. A bolt of lightning strikes the ground right where it meets the creek. Rocks and dirt and kicked up, and after the haze settles, fish swimming in the creek flip up, rolled over.::

TAPE END


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