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Post by apexstaff on Mar 20, 2023 16:43:47 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT
THURSDAY, MARCH 30th, 2023 WINTRUST ARENA, CHICAGO IL.
Singles Match Nadia Lawson vs. Corey Bull DEADLINE IS MONDAY, MARCH 23rd, 2023 AT 11:59PM EDT
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Post by Corey Bull on Mar 27, 2023 12:56:31 GMT -5
-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑- Fargo, North Dakota One week ago
The house had burned for a very long time, but refused to take down the walls. For some unknown reason, they still stood. But the interior was gutted. One room was filled with banks of computer equipment, many towers were in here. Modems sat melted like forgotten ice cream. In a chair was the burned husk of someone. The detectives walked around the body, little booties wrapped around their shoes, most individuals in some sort of PPE jumpsuit. The detectives looked almost comical in the disposable gear.
Det 1: This is a mess. Look how they appear to have been tied to this chair.
The second man looked closer. Indeed, it appeared that there was melted cord of some sort around the wrists.
Det 2: Could be, or it could just be a part of their clothing. You know these weirdos these days. Always into something.
Det 1: Oh really?
The detectives high pitched voice suggested his sexual preference, even the part were he puts his bent wrist on his hip in a feminent fashion.
Det 1: Then explain those.
The detective points to the feet of the husk, where a pair of burned and varnished cuffs sit attached to an ankle and the chair. The second detective sighs and shakes his head.
Det 2: I guess that means he was killed.
Det 1: Indeed. But who are we looking at? And how did this house burn so hot, but the walls remained standing? And I want to know about all that computer gear. There is a lot of hardware here.
A third detective appears in PPE, a sheet of paper in his hand.
Det 3: Randall Wright. Canadian by birth, this is his second home. His primary residence is in Winnipeg. He is a cybersecurity manager for a tech firm.
Detectives 1 and 2 looks at each other.
Det 2: Hacker?
Det 1: Possible. Cybersecurity manager with a home in America and Canada. How did he get this home? How did he pay for it? We need to track all his financials. We need to get all these hard drives too, and see what our tech teams can pull off of them.
Det 2: I’ll see about getting a warrant for his financials and anything else. We may need to get ahold of the State Department. There is no telling what he keeps in Canada and what he has here.
Det 1: One step at a time. We need to wait on the autopsy before we start talking about what he has in Canada. Let's let the crime scene boys pick this place apart. We need to start making calls to get warrants for everything he has over here that we can touch.
The detectives leave the grim scene, the corpse a grim reminder of the power of fire.
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[Darkness. Surprised by that? Really!? Are you new here or something, some sort of intern? Because he lives in the darkness, for the darkness lives in him. You shouldn’t be afraid, though…you should be petrified. His dark, bass voice echoes from somewhere…it is chilling and metallic…]
“Oh our sweet Alexis…how things are going as we have foreseen them. You had to be the one to eliminate us as we had to be the one to eliminate you. And now…now we can dance again.”
[Not sure what is creepier…the fact that you can’t see anything…or that you know there is something to be seen...but fear what that may be]
“And we see that we have been given a gift. A tall, dark, beautiful gift.”
“Well…well..well..the Motor City Maven is coming to ring our bell. It is a good thing this isn’t a match of bank accounts…or you would have lost…ten times over.”
“But let us not worry about that. That isn’t what your actual problem is this week. And you will need all those finances to supply your medical team. Because the real problem is this large…dangerous…monster. And we are not the one that hides in the closet or under your bed. We stand plain for you in the open…we allow all to see the monster we are. Because in the scheme of things…your knowledge of us does not diminish what it is we are going to do.”
“It actually enhances it.
[Somewhere, a light appears. It shines down on the lifelike doll of Alexis Makarios. Dress just like her and so realistic, you would swear that she is sitting right there. And next to her, still being assembled, is one that appears to be of Nadia Lawson.]
“A gift. Not for you…but for us. A way for us to capture your essence. After all…we plan to break the vessel that carries it right now…to dismantle it like a Ford car returned to the plant as a defect. So we will put your essence in here...not like that one movie with the killer doll though. Wouldn't want you to be all creeping in our house at night...knife in hand. Although...that could be a fun and interesting way to prepare for a fight with Alexis..."
“You are an impressive creature though. Those long legs…that beautiful smile. Your ability to fight. Yes…this will be enjoyable. To take from your the will to go on….to snuff you out…this is a gift for us and for Alexis. We want her to watch what happens when someone as talented as you are runs into a living embodiment of death.”
“But this isn’t about Alexis…no, don’t get it twisted. This is about you and what you have done. You have come into our business…a former cheerleader of all things...and you have this sick idea that you will be a star. This we can not allow…we need to reel you back into reality and let you see that your ways are not the ways of the truth. We want you to understand something…it isn’t about you being a woman…we know many destructive and successful women. Insert Alexis here. And it isn’t about your race as the so called progressives continue to scream and yell about it being about… that's just stupid to think.”
“We hate because you think you are talented enough to get by us. You think you can overcome the power and destructive storm that we are…the living force of nature…the embodiment of hate. You think you have a chance…which would be laughable if it wasn’t for the fact that you are serious. So we see what you are…we are ready for what you come to the table with.”
“But you mean…NOTHING….to us.”
[The voice has chanced….it is dark for sure, but almost a whisper…speaking so seductively to you…its right there…in your ear…as if he is standing behind you. The breath on your neck…do you feel that?]
“Maybe you are significant…you do have a lot of financial talent. You would look good on our side…you are definitely built to be a great lover…but we don’t see how that can help us or anyone. Try as we might…"
“Well that is a lie…we didn’t try….we just don’t see a reason to let you continue to breathe the same air as us. We intend to bury you in a shallow grave after we have pounded your body into a useless mass of meat and bone. You are an insignificant worm that has been placed on the hook of PWS to lure out a real big fish. And we intend to bite down hard. We kind of hope you enjoy your last few hours on this planet as a whole person. Because after we get our hands on you….after we touch every last part of your body with seductive and violent intentions…there won’t be anything left of you for people to give a shit about.”
“Because no one wants to fuck a pile of hamburger.”
[Laughter…sick and twisted laughter that leads us to white noise and a slow fade back to the darkness. Thank god it is over…I am so sorry you had to see this…]
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Unknown location
Special Agent Corvis Spark walked through the burnt remains earlier today. He saw how the fire gutted this place. He may not have looked here had it not been for Randall’s name getting hit over the wire. This man has been known to the FBI for some time as a hacker specializing in kiddie porn. A little dark web ninja. This made it possible for his killer. After all, he seems to enjoy killing bad people like some twisted hero. And sure enough, Corvis found his connection among the ruins. Those two little words he found everywhere else.
On the wall, written on blood, at the Armenian drug runners death.
On the stun baton that was stuffed inside the Japanese woman who dumped illegal biotoxins.
This time it was carved on the table under a keyboard, the plastic melted around it.
Mors Conparator.
Death Dealer.
This was all over the map. How was he choosing his victims? How was he ahead of everyone else? What is the motivation?
Nope. Corvis was pretty sure he understood that. All these people did something bad, something obviously illegal and vile enough to summon him, this demon man.
There were death dealers in that movie series. Nom doesn’t seem right. A death dealer is someone that deals out death like playing cards. And no amount of violence is off the table. A book was written about a death dealer. And them there is a story behind a painting that shows a helmeted man on a horse with a large axe.
“The story tells of an ancient land, and two warring nations fighting in an epic war. The Death Dealer appears on the field of battle one day. No markings state his home. No voice is heard. He hides under a mask, a helmet for battle. And he proceeds to slaughter both sides, ending the war in one day.”
Corvis nodded at this description as he reads it out loud. That makes a lot of sense. Seems like this guy is trying to wipe out something. Still, he is murdering people. No one else had connected him, but Corvis did. He turned to his wall, tacked with a large map of the US. Three pins say in spots. One large paper sits off to the side, colors of the pins marking the victims.
Orange Pin - (m)Kristaphor Artur- Armenian -Gun Runner- Bloomington, Minnesota - torture by Lingchi (death from a thousand cuts) and The Pear.
Red Pin - (f)Sakura Gor- Japanese- toxic biowaste creatorr - Rockwell, Texas- Death by internal electrocution via stun baton inserted up the rectum.
Black Pin - (m) Randall Wright - Canadian - dark web/kiddie porn hacker- Fargo, North Dakota - Death by fire.
No pattern other then bad people There had to be a connection or these murders would get lost in the mix. It was time to shake some trees and see what falls out.
So a gun runner, a toxic bio-waste creator, and a kiddie porn hacker walk into a bar…
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Post by Nadia Lawson on Mar 27, 2023 18:53:14 GMT -5
~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~ Nadia and Devons House Canada Monday following Demon's Run March 13th 2023 Nadia was still reeling from what had happened at Demons Run, with Devon and his ex. The "woman", Nadia used that world lightly, had disturbed him during the match with her sudden appearance, costing him the match, twisting his mind. Nadia and Devon had just started to talk, now here she comes, the person who hurt him, fucked him over, had managed to fuck him over once more. Other than a quick tweet between the two of them, where he told her to hear his ex out, she hadn't heard from him. And they had just bought a nice big house in Canada together. Even now, sitting on the porch, a warm cup of tea in her hands, she fought the urge to cry. She kept telling herself that she was foolish, for leaving Detroit, for falling for him. Maybe she should have pulled out of the contract on the house and move back to the Motor City. But right now, she had a bigger issue to deal with, Corey Bull. She didn't have time to sit around and boohoo over him, like a wallflower would do about the whole situation. She was the Motor City Maven, a woman of great strength and talent. She wasn't a tiny wallflower like some of the other women on the roster. She was a powerhouse and on Riot, she would prove it once more. She learned quick with her last opponent that those who did their research often found peoples deepest hidden secrets and feelings, their, skeletons in the closet so to speak. And looking like that, he was sure to have quite a few of them in his closet. A great many, actually and they were quite entertaining to know. But using anything she found out about him wouldn't help her in the ring, not in a situation like this. So how does one defeat a monster like Corey Bull? Simple... TALENT
And she had that in spades. She was most definitely, THAT BITCH. ~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~ Riot Preshow 3/30/23
Nadia is seen on camera, her arms crossed over her chest as she focused on the matter at hand. All the other things going on in her life, she could worry about later. For now, she was focused on ending Corey Bull. He needed to get past her to get to Alexis. She was about too let him know that she didn't fear him in the slightest. "Corey Bull, tonight you aren't getting the woman you saw in my debut here. No. Things in my life.. lately, haven't been going as planned, but I can promise. You have my complete and totally undivided attention. I'm going to use this match between us tonight as a warn, let anyone who thinks they can run all over me, that I'm THAT BITCH. I'm not going to play nice with my peers. I'm done putting myself out there to be overlooked. So you want to do this, fine. But know this, while most of the women here can't hack it in the ring with you, I can. I'm THAT BITCH."She rolled her eyes, trying her hardest to focus on everything happening. She focused back on the camera in front of her, wondering if she needed to use sign language or speak slowly for him. But it was neither, he was tough, strong and she respected that. That she was used to. She had faced men and women in her short career and with each match she had, she felt stronger and stronger. "Tonight, when we have our little dance in the middle of that ring, you will see just exactly how I have the money to do all this amazing stuff, like buying a house and many other things. Wrestling had done so much to enrich my life so I was able to have a secure paycheck with a company who loves me and what I can do. You will see that I bring PWS so much money. I am the woman and it's only a matter of time before I take what I want. My sights on a championship, you are merely a boulder in my way. It's time for you to blow up and get the HELL out of my way. See you shortly Bull. Let's see if you have what it takes to knock my ego down.."
She shoves the camera away and walks off. ~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~💸~ Nadia's Lockerroom Moments before her match 3/30/23 Nadia returned to her locker room and sat down in the middle of her floor, her yoga mat was there and she needed a few moments before she was going to be needed at the gorilla position, ready to go out to the ring to face off against Corey Bull. She had wish he would come talk to her, but in those moments, she knew, he wasn't going to come. Knock, Knock Nadia rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had just started to get into a good meditative state and now she was being disturbed. "Ms. Lawson, someone is here to see you.""I'm not accepting visitors right now. Who the FUCK is it?""Ma'am, it's Devon Ryder..""I know he can hear me and if he was paying attention he would know I have a match in just a few moments. He's not spoken to me in over a week. If he wanted to talk to me bad enough he would have come home.""Ms. Lawson please.. he doesn't want to leave until he talks to you.""Nadia please open the door?"She groaned before standing up. "If you don't mind, you can talk to me AFTER my match. I need to focus. This isn't going to help me keep my focus on Corey. That's what I need to focus on right now. Not my roommate.. not the man I've been dating.. the man I had.. started to fall in love with..""Nadia.. we need to talk, come on, that wasn't my fault. She showed up. What was I supposed to do, tell her she can't come?"Nadia opened the door and looked at the staff member who had brought him there. She lunged at him and the guy started running. Devon put his arm up between them before he looked at her, when he started to speak, she put a finger to his lips and looked into his eyes. "Nadia.. I.." "You asked me for time.. I'm giving it. Right now.. unlike you.. I've got a match I need to focus on. You asked for time.. yet here you are. I don't have time for bullshit, head games.. or someone who wants to not decide between the woman here giving him a life he can enjoy.. or the woman who tried to destroy him. I'm a grown ass woman, not a little girl. If you want me.. EARN ME. Until then.. get out of my way."She shoved past him walking down the hall towards the end where she knew the backstage area started. She shook her head, trying to get her head in the game, she heard her new theme music and she nodded her head. She jumped on her left and rights a few times, rolling her shoulders, before rushing up the steps waiting for the right moment in her theme to head out.
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