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| A Dream turned nightmare; Rp 1 vs Shelly | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 14 2007, 08:19 AM (60 Views) | |
| QueenMachine | Nov 14 2007, 08:19 AM Post #1 |
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(SCENE 1, OFF CAMERA) The scene opens infront of a hospital, it is clearly very late, as the sky has darkened and streetlights illuminate the surroundings. A soft rain is caressing the scenery, with nobody moving around. On the street right next to the main door of the hospital, a black 1969 Corvette lies parked, its engine still humming. The rain leaves tear-like stains on its large windscreen, with the inside of it left to mystery to anyone who might be spectating this scene. Suddenly a tiny light erupts within the car, revealing two shadows, a large male riding shotgun and a smaller, female sitting behind the wheel. As we go closer, we see that the male figure is definitely the dangerously unstable monster who in EWF goes by the name of The Supreme Machine, and the female is the artist formerly known as The Queen Machine, who until few days ago, was the reigning EWF Womens champion. Her eyes are red and swollen, clearly showing that she had been crying heavily, and apparently quite recently to boot. Her appearance is nothing like what EWF has been accustomed of seeing, as she has no signs of teal clothes on her, the cloth that used to veil her face has been replaced with a pair of glasses and a mask of sorrow, the revealing yet practical corset has been replaced with a white buttonshirt and a grey blazer, both of which are left unbuttoned to reveal her ample bustline, and the miniskirt/knee-high boots-combo she has donned for the past month have been replaced by a pair of straight pants and leather boots. Her black hair has been tied on a ponytail, making her overall appearance look like something you would see on a office instead of a wrestling-ring, not to mention a old musclecar parked infront of a hospital at the middle of a night. She looks to her right, gazing the massive bulk of her brother, The Supreme Machine, who is just like he always is, his filthy hair falling on his masked face and his muscular body enveloped in a black leather jacket that hides the gruesome sight we see every week. She sighs silently and speaks to him, her voice a mixture of tiredness and sadness. ”SuMa, are you sure you can do it without leaving any discriminating marks? As much as I want you to keep your promise to me, I still don’t want you to get in trouble for this… As unlike me, you got everything under control, a titleshot ahead and a statement to make this week… “ The six-foot-nine freakazoid turns his head towards his sister, looking at her from underneath the veil of hair, the usually cold stare that greets anyone who makes eyecontact is showing unusual warmth on it, almost as if he was showing emotion, a thing hard to believe out of a man who prides himself on being able to destroy a human being in cold blood. SuMa chuckles a bit in his eerie way and responds to her, with a voice dripping with anticipation. ”Jenny, you should know us better than that… We can make it as clean, quick and painless as you wish, or as messy, slow and painful as you wish… He must be stupid… We warned him… We warned him multiple times… Yet he didn’t listen… We told him we would do this if he hurt you… But apparently he didn’t take us seriously… that Fool. And if she is around, we can also get rid of her if you want, we have always wanted to feel the softness of a female skin… Getting crushed under our hands” ”No, if she is there, wait for her to leave, if you do anything to her, it will immediately point the finger on my and your direction. Just do what you promised me, nothing more.” ”If you insist, Sis. Don’t worry, we won’t be long, just wait here” SuMa’s assurements seem to make Jenny feel even worse, as the lively sparkle that usually caresses her eyes, disappears, making her look almost as cold and emotionless as her sadistic brother. She turns her head away from SuMa, who takes it as a signal to go. He opens the door, nods to Jenny and steps into the rain. As he slams the door shut, Jenny drops her head against the steeringwheel, slowly beginning to sob. ”Why Alex? Why you had to do it? We were so happy… What hold does she have over you?” A tear drops down on her cheek, landing on the fine leather that decorates the wheel, leaving a line as gravity pulls it towards the floor. Suddenly Jenny bangs her right fist against the wheel and get up and out of the car, shouting to the distancing back of SuMa. ”Wait! I’m coming with you, I need to see him one more time.” SuMa stops on his tracks, turning to face Jenny who was running to him. There is a clear look of disappointment on his face as Jenny catches up with him and quickly explains to him her reasoning ”Wait SuMa, before you do it, I want to look at him once more, I want to be the last woman who laid eyes on him, instead of that psycho bitch.” SuMa groans and simply nods to her before continuing his walk towards the front doors, speaking over his shoulder to the following Jenny. ”Fine, come. We give you ten minutes and then we want you to be as far from here as possible. Just tell us, why do you insist on us doing this? After all, we could just ice that bitch and you would have your man.” Jenny grabs SuMa by his broad shoulder, stopping and turning him to face her. She looks up to the towering heights where his head hangs and speaks in a dead serious voice. ”You know as well as I do that even if you got rid of her, Alex would still lust for the memory of her. SuMa, believe me, I still love him… And if I can’t have him, nobody else can.” SuMa lets out a manic giggle, then locking Jenny in a brotherly hug, his huge arms enveloping the tiny frame of his sister completely, yet his hug is light, showing that he does know the difference between a friend and a foe. ”Sis, we are glad to see you still got that possessive mean-streak in you. Let’s go, we aint got all day, and we’d hate for Stryfe to miss his appointment with payback.” SuMa lets go of Jenny and the two misfit siblings enter the hospital. The corridors are dark, almost all of the patients are sleeping, and only the occasional night-shift nurse can be heard making rounds in the building. SuMa and Jenny get to the floor where Stryfe is being treated, only to be stopped by a sleepy receptionist. ”Excuse me, can I help you? Are you here to see someone?” Jenny stops dead on her tracks, placing her hand on the arm of SuMa, stopping him from going and disposing of the poor nurse. She quickly whispers SuMa to wait and let her handle it, to which he grudgingly agrees, and walks to the nurse, pulling a sad look on her fittingly sorrowful face. Yeah, I heard this was the floor that mr. Alexander Stryfe was put to, I am here to see him…” The nurse looks at SuMa with a suspicious eye, wondering why the hell is he wearing a mask, then she remembers that Stryfe was a man of power in a wrestling federation, and he figures that the masked guy is one of the performers there, just trying to keep up character. She then changes her attention to Jenny, seeing the teary eyes, figuring she must be a relative or something to Stryfe, atleast she wasn’t the first female to see him, the other having left few hours ago. She nods and then proceeds to the protocol enquiry ”It is a bit late Miss, but if you are a close relative, I can let you in for few minutes.. Trust me, you aren’t the first woman ive seen to come here late to see a husband, brother, father et cetera. Just give me a name. Jenny keeps her sorrowful appearance while her mind is trying to figure out a way to get through the nurse, but the “are you a relative” line just gave her one, out of the blue ”Yeah.. He is my… My husband, my name is Jennifer Stryfe. Could you please show me his room? The nurse nods and points towards a door not far in the corridor. ”Its that way Mrs. Stryfe, but I am not sure how much use he will be for you, he is soundly asleep. The lady who was with him, left not soon after he fell asleep so you two can be alone.” Jenny nods, tells SuMa to wait in the lobby and proceeds to the room where Alex is sleeping. The DoA of EWF is cut and bruised all over, the match at Xtreme Collision was all but pleasant for him. Jenny walks up to his bed, looking down to the face she used to see on a daily basis, still finding herself oddly drawn to the handsome features that attracted her attention from the get-go. She places her hand on the cuts and bruises that color Alex’s skin that used to be so soft and perfect and whispers quietly, maybe more to herself than the sleeping man. ”You silly fool, I told you to be careful out there… But apparently she wasn’t as much of an incentive to do so that I was… Why Alex? What hold does she have over you? Why would you throw away a loving future and replace it with a woman who has a history of disappearing for extended periods… Why Alex? Why?” Her hand travels almost unconsciously to Alex’s cheek, the very same one she had been caressing whenever she had the chance, the usually smooth skin was rugged from the lack of shaving, and a little gash under his noseline makes him look more manly than he ever had. A single tear flows down Jenny’s cheek as she takes her hand off of him and prepares to leave and let SuMa do what he came to do, to fulfill his threat to Alex and his promise to her. She walks to the door, stopping to look at the sleeping man once more, trying to fight the still existing love to him that desperately tries to take over and make her go and tell SuMa to just let it go. When she places her hand on the doorknob, a memory spurs to her mind, a memory of her stopping Alex on this very same way, hand on a doorknob. Alex was the only man to date who has made her go speechless, only man who had taken her sudden bursts of anger with love… Only man ever to tame her. Jenny clutches the doorknob with strength that would make a man cry out of pain and turns to Him, whispering to avoid waking him. ”Damn it Alex, ill rather die that let go off you so easily. I will get you back, even if it means going through that bitch, I promise. Just you wait….” Jenny walks back to him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, after which she turns and leaves, dropping one line before walking out of the door. ”Alex, I love you.” She closes the door behind her and walks to SuMa, grapping the waiting giant from his hair and pulling his masked head right next to hers, speaking in a commanding voice. ”Bro, we are leaving. I thought up a better way to seek vengeance on him and her, after all, we are still officially part of his stable, so he cannot get rid of us so easily. And don’t forget SuMa, he opens up doors for you that otherwise would stay closed. Lets go, ill explain more thoroughly once we get to the car” SuMa is about to complain, but something in her voice got through to his messed up head and he decided to comply, for now. The receptionist watches the misfit duo as the walk out of the door, thinking to himself about all the oddities you see when working nightshift. (Scene 2 ON CAMERA) The scene opens in a room that can only be described as a cheap motel, the room is decorated with your usual road-side motel furniture, which isn’t much. A small plastic table, a not-so-comfortable looking one person bed and a drawer made of some plain-colored wood dominate the view. Somewhere from the outside of the view, a piano can be heard playing a melancholic tune, and as the camera pans around the room, it reveals the artist formerly known as Queen Machine, sitting on a small chair, looking on a CD-player that is the source of the music. The piano ends, followed by a rapid metal-riff that clearly identifies the song being “The Skies Above” by The Black Mages. When the singing begins, Queen shuts the player and without turning, speaks in a tired voice. ”Xtreme Collision. Never did I think I would lose so much during one evening.” She turns towards the camera, her eyes showing signs of recent crying and her uncovered face sporting a proverbial mask of sadness. ”I joined to EWF about a month and a half ago, and proved from the get-go that I was here to excel in the sport I love, wrestling. In two short weeks I had established myself as the “top bitch” in the womens division, winning the womens title in Destruction Awaits. Nothing seemed to be standing between me and my goals. Then, I made a mistake. I made the mistake of opening up a vulnerability in myself, I got emotionally attached to someone. I fell in love to Alexander Stryfe.” Queen gets up, walking towards the mirror that stands on top of a small bedside-table and begins to look at her face from it, speaking in a dreamy tone. ”Everything seemed like a dream, I was the womens champion, I had a loving man who did everything in his power so that I could be happy. And it drove others mad. Other women couldn’t stand the fact that not only was I superior In the ring, but that I also had ringed the most handsome and charming man on the whole federation. Other women could not help but to try to play mindgames with me… Women like Tiffany. Tiffany knew she could not beat me in the ring, so she decided to strike where she thought I was most prone for hits, my relationship with Alex. Granted, I was shaken, yet my inring performances didn’t waiver for one second, and it took a totally unpredictable twist, aid from a totally unexpected side for Tiff to finally gain the mental edge on me and win the title. Tiffany: I hope you are proud to be the champion, as you won’t be that or long. You want to know why? Because at Xtreme Collision, I was not defeated by you Tiffany, I was defeated by Aurora DeViant. And when it comes time for us to have a rematch, there will be no outside distractions and I will defeat you, just like I was supposed to do in XC, what I would have done in XC had DeViant not interfered in my personal and professional life. And this brings me to my other topic.” Queen once again turns towards the camera, this time her face reflecting nothing but anger, and as she speaks, her voice drips of venom. ”Aurora. I don’t know what kind of a hold you got over poor Alex, but I will not let it slide. The thing Alex did to me, It took me totally by surprise. I never thought Alex would have the balls to lie to me, unless he was threatened. And now that you revealed yourself, it is clear that he did not do it from his own will. You might think its odd that I am angry only at Aurora, but lets face it, there must be something other than bodily pleasures miss “Carnal Sin” can offer that keeps Alex on her hands, as quite frankly, I can’t understand what he sees on that little bag of silicone and botox. Aurora, trust me on this, I will get back what is rightfully mine.” Queens tone changes almost completely as she keeps a pause and begins to speak again, this time her tone is what you would call a “all business” and you can guess that she is getting to her match this week ” Talking about taking back what is rightfully mine, it leads me right back to the womens title. This week, I am competing in a match against Shelly the Bod, a match that is the first round of a tournament to crown the new number one contender for the said belt. I personally find it kinda odd that I am not allowed to have a direct rematch, but it doesn’t matter. As this time, I am the hunter and Tiffany is the hunted. Shelly, I bear no ill will towards you, you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, as I am itching to vent some frustration on someone, and to show Tiffany, Aurora and the rest of the world that I am not so easily kept down. Shelly, at Revolution, you will see a totally new Queen in the ring against you, a more determined, pissed off Queen. What Tiffany and Aurora did, left me so exposed in the eyes of the whole world that I decided it would look silly if I kept wearing that cloth, and kept hiding behind the moniker “machine”. Shelly, at Revolution, you will meet me. You wont be fighting the Gm’s girl, you wont be fighting the sister of SuMa, you won’t be fighting a machine. You will be facing simply a woman scorned, a woman stolen from all she held dear. You will be fighting Me. I am no longer the Queen Machine, my name is Jennifer. “The Queen” Jennifer. And because until Alex says I do to some other woman, I still consider myself his fiancée, the woman he marries. So you can call me “The Queen” Jennifer Stryfe. Tiffany, Aurora, Shelly. You will all be nothing more than obstacles on the route I need to travel to get my belongings back.” She pushes a button on the CD-player and the same melancholic piano she listened earlier begins to flow out of the speakers, and the scene fades to black |
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