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Post by Wade Mason on Dec 1, 2010 2:07:22 GMT -5
[Single Match] Elena Ari Vs. LSD
Limit: 2 Each Maximum Final Deadline:Monday, December 6th at 11:59pm EST Tuesday, December 7th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by elenaari on Dec 6, 2010 1:24:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]I did not join the revolution to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear… [/color][/glow] +Growing up in foster care and sometimes having to fight off pedophiles as well as other cruel children at almost every school attended, she became a loner. No family, just alone.+
As the skies boom with thunder and crack with lightening, quick sequences of flashbacks skim through Elena’s mind. In the first sequence, she sees her parents. In the second, Elena is participating in intense martial arts training, as a 5 year old child. With another roar of thunder, she sees newspaper clippings outlining the deaths of her parents. With fists clinched, jaws grinded, Ari’s eyes pierce the gray skies as she becomes even more conscious of the anger festering inside of her... A cherry red 2011 Aston Martin V8 Vantage pulls up to a luxurious high-rise located in South Toms River. Ari hops out, hands her keys to the valet, and strolls past the doorman. She gets in an elevator and heads to the 8th floor. Elena unlocks the door, sitting her briefcase on a marbled end table. Making her way up a gorgeous winding staircase, she walks through the living room and into the kitchen. Ari retrieves a cup, ice from the freezer, and a fancy sword-shaped liquor bottle from the top of the refrigerator. She hops onto the counter back first, lights a cigarette and pours herself a glass of scotch. With each sip from her glass, she tightens her lips as the strength of the drink reaches the back of her throat. A manila envelope rests on the countertop. Ari gazed at the envelope, but it seemed more as if the envelope was gazing at her. The paper she pulled out would be the beginning of a new chapter, her very own TGW contract. With a villainous smile on her face, she taps the ball of the ink pen to her tongue and eagerly signs on the dotted line… Ari’s phone rings. ‘Well, well, well. Kristen Shelly, how are you‘? ‘Im fine, Elena. You know, some might think you’re a hypocrite for helping French Montana beat a murder rap and speaking on his behalf at the press conference, to entering into a world where violence is almost…key. I know they say lawyers are snakes, but…’ ‘Excuse me Shelly. Don’t you think you may be a bit out of line with your statements? People always have a problem when you are the best, and they are forever runner-up. You’re right, I did get French off, and it’s called being the BEST lawyer. TGW is full of aimless wonderers who have no concept of the beauty of true, skilled fighting. Wrestling nowadays is more for entertainment. I’ve never claimed to be the BEST actress, but that means that I will take TGW by storm instilling fear in the current, dwindling roster and plastering a look of pure shock on the faces of adorning fans. The best of REAL wrestling. French and I are exactly what TGW needs to revive itself. Wait, I guess you got me Shelly, I am somewhat of a hypocrite. I just said TGW needs to be revived, but I’ve also made no secret that my plan is to pick off all those losers one by one…’ ‘Aren’t you concerned about your image? After all, you are supposed to be on the side of the law. Frankly, I’m seeing a whole new side of the woman that was simply known as French Montana’s clever lawyer…’ ‘Funny you should say side of the law Kristen. Lawyers are snakes, professional liars. The law is corrupt. Professional Wrestling is corrupt with people who don’t belong. The whole damn world is corrupt. You do see a different side to me because the fact is no one knows ME. To the public, I’m Frenchy’s lawyer. But those in my very small, tight-knit circle know that I am capable of MUCH more. I helped out French because in a way he looks out for me, but even I have scores to settle. TGW is the perfect place to correct a few wrongs, even if they are in no direct correlation to the source of my rage. So if you’ve called to confirm any rumors or speculation that I am the vixen that French is referring to, your suspicions are right my friend.’ ‘I knew there was talk of you possibly… but I guess I just…’ ‘What? Didn’t believe it? You’re probably the little reporter with your insignificant career and a cheating husband. That white picket fence bullshit. You know… Nice home in the suburbs, with 2.5 kids, right? See that’s the difference between you and I. I am no man’s doormat! I choose my own path and create my own destiny. My potential far exceeds your reality. I’m more than just some sit at home mom who cooks and cleans while tending to the children…Please. Spare me the rainbows, and unicorns, and glitter of the fantasy world…
It makes me gag.
I can assure you this, it is nothing for me to walk away from my career as a lawyer because a lawyer is not all who I am. I got into that for reasons that you could never understand. I wasn’t raised in a loving household with a nurturing environment like normal people. The trials and tribulations I have endured have forced me to hone certain skills that allow me to accelerate to the top of what ever I choose. I am a woman of many faces. If lying, cheating, stealing, and…the art of persuasion gives me the fuel needed to burn whoever is placed in my way... I'm all for it. There is no way around it. See, that’s what I love about French. He see’s what he wants, and he takes it with the callousness of a Communist dictator.
See when a person arrives at the point where they don’t care anymore, it means they have already transitioned into someone else. Or sometimes some THING else. And at that time, they are probably emotionless, and wanting to inflict the pain upon any random bystander. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far too calculated to go through the public like a buzz saw through oak. It’s clearly evident that TGW has zero interest in taking this company to the next level. They seem to prefer floating around the D-leagues like shit in a septic tank. Because of the inconsistencies in management, I will be forced to make this a slow, methodical death march through the roster. Certainly it won’t be just me… I’m sure ol Frenchy has a few beefs to get through…
I’ll just be there to pick the bones.’ ‘…That’s sick. You’re a lad-…’ ‘SHUT UP BITCH! I’m not done… Days after I ink my name to this TGW contract, I do not have to pick any bones. I get to stalk and sacrifice my own prey. My first victim will be none other than some drone named LSD. Before I go off on the usual rant about how he won’t beat me or he’ll be beaten to a bloody pulp, let me just say this…
It’s all true.
I didn’t have to go through all the old TGW Animosity tapes to gauge this loser. But if I did I’m sure I’d be able to start at 7 and finish up right around 7:03. I shouldn’t have to remind you that this is the same guy who dressed up with antlers on his head, reciting poor excuses for psychedelic poetry. You can look through your DVR for it. Nor should I have to remind you that the last time Daltrey won was almost two months ago! It just turns my stomach to think such bums are allowed to waste something as precious as the time of others. Seeing as though I’m new to this wrestling business, I have no issues with starting from the bottom and working my way up…
But seriously, this is almost disrespectful to me.
In school they place you in the correct classes according to the initial test scores you post at the beginning of the year. Or even in the work place you’re given the proper job title according to the resume you apply with. With the credentials I have behind me, placing Elena Ari in a match with the likes of ’STD’ is like making Bill Gates the assistant security guard in a software company. It’s almost like you’re telling the autistic kid to pass a college level course. He uses the letters in his name as an acronym. He thinks it’s cute to use the whole ‘drug’ terminology while he’s talking. Daltrey keeps promising to take his opponents on a ‘ride’, but all I see is a couple of flat tires. Since he wants go on a trip, I’ll take him for a ride so diabolical, he’ll be praying to his supposed ‘god’ to get off.’ ‘Well, uh Elena… this is going to be a media frenzy, so I guess I should thank you‘. ‘Of course, you should! That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night. Now what I want you to do is go back to your little stereotypical life of serving food, baring children, and being a sperm receptacle. I just hope everyone is prepared to experience what is about to take place. Lennon S. Daltrey is going to hell…
and I am the Fallen Angel.’
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Post by lsd on Dec 6, 2010 18:33:35 GMT -5
(The screen opens with a mock Fairy Tale book in an expensive looking animation style... we hear LSD's voice recite the words of the book...)
LSD: Are we sitting comfortably? Good... Then I shall begin...
Once upon a time... there were two half brothers whom shared a womb... ... The other a great healer and spiritual man... The two brothers were split soon after birth and raised by two different fathers... The boys would occasionally meet, quarrel and bickering as twins do, but always revel in being part of a pair... One brother was a brave soul, nimble as Jack Flash and a fearsome wit.... The other was a peaceful and spiritual man, who loved the earth and all its treasures... The brothers took different paths through life... but both had sons...
(The picture changes to see a young boy in a dojo type setting kneeling down in front of a sensei...)
One son travelled far and wide to learn his art of combat and Entertainment... His brother soon joined him....and they achieved great fame and power... Meanwile, the cousin, who often felt overlooked by the other branch of the family decided his quest would be to outdo both of his cousins... without their name, assistance or fame... Instead he looked to heroes of the past... of literature, music, those who had influenced generations... and he learned the arts of subtefuge, manipulation and guile... Soon the boy became a man, and he had inherited many of the characteristics of the other family and the ability to fool others...
(The animation shows a man looking like LSD flying through the air, producing rabbits from a hat and other magic tricks...)
Now able to achieve his goal, he set forth over the sea to a place where "True Glory" could be attained... or so he thought...
(The books slams shut...)
LSD: The fairytale is over... starting right now... Lennon S. Daltrey is no longer playing games... No fronts, no tricks... no backstage politics... Ms. Ari, you have my attention... I look forward to making your acquaintence, albiet for such a short time as your fledgling career will be over so soon... I thought my theatricality would be a good thing for TGW, alas it seems that my darkside is the only thing that will suffice... The Trip takes you to places you don't want to go to as well as those that are walruses and strawberry fields... I have no care for your past, your friends or motivations... just your end... then I move on to the next... and the next... until I can finally get some bloody respect around here...
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