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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 11, 2010 5:51:47 GMT -6
That particular song could only mean one thing, and it meant just that as Violet Rayne came thrashing out with the drum line. Her hair, her title, and her beloved bottom line all intact and moving to the rhythm. The crowd popped loud for their champion and the show she brought along with her. She was a rock star with violence skills, and her complete identity looked good on and sold out T-shirts whenever the lights went out. She had been worried that her loss to Julia Wilde would have adverse effects on her credit rating, but just the opposite was true. Now she was human, and a few hundred more could relate to her. Yes, thanks to Julia Wilde she was approaching her apex.
But before all that noise could become res fact? There were severed connections that needed resetting and there were losses that needed avenging because that's what super hero-rock star-skill violence-edge setters did. "Seattle!" Violet Rayne held the microphone and the title, working the full space of the ring. "Oh Seattle, your ugly step-sister has returned and this time?" Violet turned to the other side of the arena. "This time she's not alone." She shook her head no for added effect as she filled the crowd in on the continuing story. "Seems Ms. Johnson actually found someone with a line on the ultra-violence account and she's dialed in lock tight on my skill set." Some of the crowd boo'd but Violet cut that static short, "Nononononono, let's not go that tired line. She beat me with the count of three and the truth is she could have had two more for free and I still wouldn't have gotten my shoulders up. She totally worked the pace maker and I paid with my first loss in CWE." The crowd started to boo again, but Violet Rayne held up a hand to stop them again.
"Fair is fair, Seattle and when you win you get to come on down and get what's coming to you." Violet turned her attention to the ramp. "So Sister Bear of the Snack Pack Clan, the Pressure Dome is waiting for you and you alone." Violet Rayne slung the title over her shoulder for proper punctuation. "So why don't you come down the ramp on that golden ticket you won last time and get it." A small cheer erupted for Violet Rayne as the mic time turned short, pointed and now on action track: 9 as heads turned and waited for Golden Ticket Express.
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Post by Julia Wilde on Jan 12, 2010 23:46:21 GMT -6
Well I've succeeded in becoming completely hated and it amuses me. It just meant that I'd arrived and that people cared enough to want to see me made an idiot of. Oh what a little relationship we have developing. The fact that I went with the sleeveless T-shirt to make the offending pose from my last match even more galling. Everyone seemed to be booing as I walked down into the ring and I just laughed and laughed. Now to wait for a window to speak.
I should have expected that everyone would be mad that now she has to give me what I want. No wait, I know! You don't like that I had to be a total jerk about how I won. Well kids, you know I love you all but there's a reason why I'm standing here about to be crowned the best wrestler in the world and why you're all going to be commiserating with Vi here on CWE.com later tonight.
Everyone let me know there was plenty to resent there.
If I've beaten you to the point where I can pin you with my foot, knock you out with the old “quit hitting yourself” or choke you into submission with my little finger then I will. Everyone who's never wrestled a match can fuck off with the suggestion that I should risk losing and waste time out of some “respect for my opponent.”
That one deserved a pretty big eye roll.
I know you're the champ for a reason and you wised up after last time but just know that there's stuff in little drawers and compartments of the Julia Wilde toolbox no one's even seen yet. So what do you have for me?
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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 13, 2010 6:47:26 GMT -6
Violet jumped in almost immediately, "Oh my dog and chain, are you a virgin??" She asked in shock, playing up to her crowd and giving them time to think about it, laugh and cheer. Violet Rayne, too, took time to think about it all before getting back on the action track. "I'm finding that hard to verify, B-cups. But let's go with that and call it your bottom line. I don't see how that or anything else low orbiting your secret tool box is going to change the road you're on." Violet worked the ring space with her pacing but stopped, and turned towards Julia for a face to face moment. "But before we go tearing down the road of destiny, there's one thing we have to take care of right now."
Slowly, yet evenly she took the title strap in her free hand and raised it until the face plate was up over there heads. She held it there in the classic 'Champion Pose' as the fans of Violet Rayne opened cameras and flash fired a hundred photographs in three seconds, maybe four. Then, with her microhpone laden hand brought to face level. She flipped Julia Wilde a very proper bird and held it for 3 more. The crowd went wild with Violet Rayne's vogue moment: 8 seconds of magic that finally came to an end.
"That felt so good!" Violet broke her pose up and paced to Julia's other side. "You have no idea, Sister Bear. I saw that wild gun pose pin of yours in my sleep. I woke up in the flop sweats screaming for the how, yeah?" Violet turned from the crowd she was constantly working, and back to Wilde. "How was I ever going to top that? How was I going to kill that viral dead?" Violet paused a second and then laughed at herself a little. "Imagine how stupid I felt when I saw my title laying there in the morning, Seattle light. Total duh, moment. I mean all I had to do was hold that over my head and we were flash zero all over again. Sister Bears for life, and that little display of International Sign Language? My private little message straight from my heart to yours." Violet Rayne pointed her finger gun at Julia's heart, and aimed carefully. But she did not fire. No, not today and not just yet.
"So now that we're back here in the pressure dome, and you've got the hunt all in your eyes. Why don't we try again? Because you and I, we've got nothing but clock hands and long nights until you get a shot at the title." Violet stepped back onto action line, "You and I? We're going around again tonight, and that's no question. Because until you stop posing and start holding?" Violet Rayne's smile came back. "Then your just dancing to the beat of my riot girl control." Her smile eased back a little as she verified, "In other words dirtgirl. You and I playing the only game available when something so unfreakingbelievable happens. It's the only request you can make if you're not driving the line, and if you are driving? Then it's the only demand." Violet took a breath before demanding, "Do that again, B-cups or get off my golden line quick."
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Post by Julia Wilde on Jan 16, 2010 19:46:48 GMT -6
I caught sight of myself on the big screen as she spoke and it was clear I was very offended the whole time Violet spoke. That was until the end when she got to the part I really wanted to hear.
So, the champ just wants a do-over. That's fine. I looked good last week and I want to do it again when I'm on the way to the top. I just need to think of what dance I'm going to do between when I B-girl my dirt cup all over your ass and they put the belt on me.
It was so on right now. So on that it was time for the dramatic mic drop and me getting in her face since I know I'm that badass. Yeah, I think we're going to get a great stare down shot out of this one.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 18, 2010 0:44:35 GMT -6
Do over? Do over?! That pissed Violet to the Nth degree as she slammed her microphone down to the canvas and thrusting out her chest to meet Julia's big step forward for dirtgirls everywhere. Without a microphone, Violet's lips were moving as she dressed her challenger down for even bringing that low res trash to life on her line.
Finally her lips stopped moving, and Julia got her stare down moment, until Violet raised her title over their heads again and grinned from a very determined place deep inside of her. It was time to balance scales of life as B-cups was riding 27 levels too high for her height. She needed to eat Pineapple, tonight.
The crowd was on line for their second encounter, so producers cut away to the next scene.
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