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Post by apexstaff on May 14, 2023 15:57:57 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PRESENTS: DESTINY May 27th and 28th, 2023 Fenway Park - Boston, MA
"Fans Bring the Weapons" Chain Match
Alexis Makarios vs. Corey Bull
DEADLINE: 5/21/23 11:59:59 PM EST One RP Per character 500 min, 5000 max
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Post by Corey Bull on May 17, 2023 17:53:09 GMT -5
-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑- Las Vegas, Nevada Most people don’t see Vegas for what it is: a name. Las Vegas proper is almost a non-existent thing. Instead, Vegas is a cobbled combination of separate suburbs and a little bit of downtown. In the suburb of Henderson, there is a large amount of police surrounding a car wash. Morello’s Buff and Shine seems like your average high-end car wash. They run your car through the wash, which you can watch from the inside. Then several workers hand wipe your car, vacuum it, and detail it. But today, it is the scene of a murder. Two detectives stand inside the guts of the car wash where the hot water and scrubbers live. Water that is hot enough to boil skin. Hanging from a rope is a naked body that looks like it has been scalded and scrubbed. A crime scene investigator looks over the body, the forensic pathologist right beside him. Both men stand on ladders as the detectives drink their coffees and muse.
Det 1: Suicide?
Det 2: Not likely, he is four feet off the ground, and there is no sign he climbed up anything. Seems almost impossible to me.
Det 1: Right, but statistics say this is more than likely a suicide. Most people that kill don’t use a rope.
Pathologist: This was not suicide. This person was dead before the rope was put on them.
Det 2: So we are looking at murder for sure?
Pathologist: At this stage, I will give you a tentative yes. He was alive when he was scalded, but it seems he might have already been dead when the scrubbers hit him. Again, I'll know more when I get him on my table.
The detectives look at each other and nod, leaving the pathologist and CSI tech to their work. They walk to a wall where a phrase has been written. It could be blood, a tech is taking a swab, or it could be painted.
Det 1: Le vittime non deimenticano mai. Did I say that right?
Det 2: My Italian is a bit rusty, but yeah. It means “Victims never forget.”
Det 1: What victims? What are we missing here?
Detective 2 breathes a heavy sigh and rubs his temples.
Det 2: Just not enough time in the day. Why can’t these sick fucks ever make it easy?
Det 1: Is that rhetorical, or do you want me to give you an educated guess?
Det 2: Is that even a real thing?
Both men chuckle, finding very little humor in this day so far.
Det 1: Is this one of his?
Det 2: I don’t know. That Special Agent is flying in as we speak. I don’t know all the details, but he plans to examine the crime scene. Says there are ways to know if it is his.
Det 1: The Death Dealer. What a fucking name to give a sicko.
Det 2: Given to him by himself if you believe this agent. And now the media is starting to catch wind of it. But so far, every victim has been a criminal in some way. So who knows what we will find in this guy's past? Assuming it is him, of course.
Both men look back, the boiled body of Anthony Morello hanging from a rope in a car wash.
Det 1: If this isn’t the Death Dealer, then we just have your average sick fuck on our hands. Or its a mob hit.
Det 2: Oh, yay us.
The sarcasm is dripping as the men continue watching the scene unfold.
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The man's name is Anthony Morello. Seems like your average Italian businessman but is, in reality, a member of the Gambino family. He hasn’t worked with the family in years. This is his car wash; for lack of a better term, it is a mob front. Money laundering and stolen cars. Some cars come in, and they suddenly disappear. As our detectives will learn, a secondary entrance leads to a chop shop underground. It's called a bait and switch. Of course, you see the cars go in, but there is a point during the wash where the scrubbers themselves make the vehicle “disappear.” This is how Anthony makes some of his money. A car comes, and it goes down and becomes parts. But that isn’t all. Imagine that you pull up with a car that isn’t yours and then leave with your vehicle.
Confused?
It's straightforward, actually. You go to Anthony, and you say you need some money cleaned. This car wash is one of three Anthony owns in Vegas. Of course, this is the only one that is also a chop shop. But the other two he owns are also a part of his money laundering scheme. You bring him your dirty money, and he literally “cleans it” at the car wash. Now you do this by taking a car that Anthony gives you, which matches your own. This car is yours in look alone, for the most part. Then Anthony calls, you drive this car to the car wash, and it goes in. They switch the cars with your actual vehicle, which now has your clean money in the trunk or other hidden location, and you drive it away. Simple.
So now you see what Anthony is all about. He is a mobster with several car washes that make legit money but are also fronts for money laundering, theft, racketeering, and murder. Easy to make a body vanish if it never comes out of the car wash.
Let that sink in.
-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑- **Darkness. It's always darkness. But that is a place he is comfortable being. In the dark, where no one can see or hear him. A man his size, a monster of his capabilities, shouldn’t be so dammed quiet. And yet he is, navigating the shadows like the stars navigate the night sky. Constant and always there even when you can’t see them. This is how he has been…the way he will always be. His dark voice rolls out…starting off with a quiet, dark strength and working it sway to a thunderous storm**
“For the first fifteen years of our life….we were a slave. A slave to what our father wanted…a slave to what our mother thought…a slave to something that wasn’t real. Many feel that our parents created us…the whole “it takes a monster to make a monster” argument. But that isn’t true…that wasn’t us. We are truly a monster…not because of how we were raised or how people perieved our parents treatment…but because the world wanted us to be a monster. The world…you see…it decided we were needed…so we became. And not only do we enjoy being the monster that we are…we thrive because of it.”
“For we have always seen the world for what it is…one of many. And veins…veins of molten magic…course through time to connect each of these worlds. And this world…this is a world of heroes and villains…of science and technology. And we are a fly in the ointment…for we are so much more than just a hero…so much more than just a villain. We are an eons-old power that lacks proper description…our existence defies the reality that you see. We see everything for what it is….for what it could have been…for what it will always be…and for what it can be with our shaping. And now…now we see what you are too, Alexis…for you are the perfect compliment to what we are. You are our equal in so many ways…so many ways you choose to ignore. But that will change soon…all we need to do is show you this truth and end this pathetic attempt to be something you truly are not…to release the inner flames of the phoenix that burn in your soul. Because what isn’t sexy about a flaming hot bird ripping out the throats of your enemy.”
**A single light appears over the electric chair from the first prison to execute an inmate with the electric chair. Auburn Correctional Facility. Built in 1817, this prison was the first to separate the mentally ill from the just basically criminal. In 1890, they became the first prison to send volts of current through some poor schmuck. And in that very chair, the one that has claimed many souls sits the very definition of danger incarnate. The Hatebringer Corey Bull sits with a smile on his face, one that is somewhere between a handsome devil and a shark**
“Hello, pretty. We are so glad to see such enthusiasm for this fight. You’re internal denial and continued complaints that this isn’t you…are entirely extinguished by the pure ferocity that you accepted this match with. And not only accepted…but helped to create. Fans bring the weapons..how genius is that…how sick is that. Letting an entirely sick-in-the-head force of nature such as ourselves get weapons is one thing. We, of course, would have been creative…beating you senseless with a Nintendo 64 or something similar. But now…Timmy brought Grannies dentures…Uncle Bob thought it was a great idea to get that hook thing that has been in the barn forever and is stained with what he is sure is blood….and do not forget that speculum brought by the OBGYN nurse with a sick sense of humor.”
**A weird and dark chuckle**
“That's all you Alexis. That is your darkness seeping out…no pouring out! Your body…wants this. Your soul…is begging for this. But your heart…your heart is into this more than it has been into anything else in the last two years of your life. You have just wandered through the federation…doing everything that was expected of you…as if it was just another day at the office. And it made you…fucking…stale. Stale Alexis. Like granny panties and reading a book before you sleep stale. But now…oh god, you are all boyshorts and nasty time exciting. You have been reawakened as the true power you are! You can keep trying to damper this…you can keep getting in the way of what and who you are…but after we tear you apart and break every last barrier you have…there will be no way that you will be able to fight what you are. You will be reborn in battle…the blood of your opponent…for we fully expect to bleed…shall mingle with your own and birth a force that this federation will not be prepared for. We shall sweep through the other wrestlers like a scythe sweeps through the wheat. We will topple every opponent…. destroy every and all pretenders to who we are.”
**Bull stands, and the light extinguishes and suddenly returns. No longer, though, do we see a chair and a sitting Angel of Hate. Instead, it is a large warehouse, empty except for a ring. Around that ring is metal, crushed and twisted. And now the Monster stands with arms wrapped in chain. He casually walks around the ring…his own form of sick armor on his body. His demeanor is honest and casual**
“This is our world, Alexis….we have just allowed everyone else to live in it. We have let people exist and believe that they beat us…that is how it is supposed to be. Encouraging the rabble before dropping the guillotine on their necks is much better than straight fear. You want them to believe they are better than you.. Like the Pure Champion…who truly believes he won fairly. Like everyone that has won against us to date…for that was the plan this whole time. To sow the seeds of discontent and chaos…for we are just one of many. Ask the Angel of Chaos if he still remembers the feeling of power that washed over him when we fought side by side. He still resides here...and a simple snap of our fingers would awaken that chaos within Levi Russow again. It is who we are, Alexis…not a god…not a devil…but a power as old as time itself. We are the living embodiment of that power…and because of us, your power shall be awakened. And then…then you shall truly see your full potential. And yes…you shall walk with us in ways the cowards of PWS could only wish they could walk with you.”
“We see them look at you and drool…the perversion within their eyes…thinking that they have even the slightest of chances. Men. Women. They all seem to believe that if they blow you a kiss or present you with the right gift…maybe even if they simply threatened you… they have a chance to be with you. But their ignorance is misplaced…for they should be worried about what you can do to them. Another being of immense power can only handle the power you possess…and none of these pretenders can stand up to that power. “
**Bull rolls his shoulders. The massive amount of muscle on this monster growls and grinds, his body a machine of destruction.**
“We are going to destroy your very will, Alexis. You are angry now…and that is what we wanted. We want you angry…we want you to be disorientated by the aggressive feelings running through you. Tap into it, Alexis…use it….bring it to the surface and release everything that you are. And we want you to know…it still won’t …be…enough. Because all you will do is unleash more of what we are. All you will do is light the match of this box of nitroglycerin. And we will leave you a crushed and broken version of yourself. And that is the time your true self will step out of the darkness you have clasped them in. Your true self will see who we are and not only will you grin in such a way as to make people cry…but you are going to feel power roll through your frame…across your thighs and into your hips…across your chest with a power that makes you both satisfied and hungry for more. And when this happens, Alexis…you will not worship us…we will worship you.”
**Bull stares forward with a wicked smile and an evil glint in his eye. While his face screams a sick and twisted pleasure…his voice is that of a demon preparing to rip you apart slowly**
“We will enjoy destroying this version of you. Of stripping you of this shield of mediocracy. And when your soul is naked to the world…when everything that hid who you were is gone… obliterated by our very essence…your naked soul will turn all those friends you have against you. Because they will see the demon inside…the fire of destruction…the pain you want to inflict upon the world—a succubus who comes to take everything from the world and always wants more. And you will do it with us, Alexis…you will want to do it with us…in many ways. Your power feels the power we are…and you want to be embraced. And we will embrace you, Alexis…we will pull you into our power and allow you to be you. Our Angel of Evisceration.”
“PWS will never be the same. And you and us…We will create the most powerful power couple to ever walk this world since Jesus and Lilith.”
“Oh please…like you all didn’t see that coming..”
**Bulls laughter is wicked and destructive, and it rolls over you until there is a sudden scream, a shot of murder and blood, and then nothing**-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑- Special Agent Corivs Spark walked away from Morello’s Buff and Shine with a sedated smile on his face. He was right; he found what he needed. The Death Dealer didn’t make it easy on him, though. This message was hidden below the car wash, in the chop shop under stacks of hundreds. Mors Conparator was carved right into the table. And he knew without a doubt it was his. It was in the way it was done; no one can copy what hasn’t been released. Now he had enough to go one and give this to his chief. He had to let him run this case now—everything he did on his own time up to this point. Even flying around to each crime scene was on his own dime.
But his hunch was correct, and now he had a solid case. This Death Dealer that the news media had learned the name of, something he let slip out, was an absolute monster crossing state lines to take out criminals. But how was the beginning of several questions? How was he traveling? How was he selecting his victims? And how was he paying for it and still staying under the radar?
There was no correlation between distance. And he was bouncing around to different locations. Minnesota to Texas, then North Dakota, and on to New Mexico. And now Nevada. No names on the airplane manifests or hotels matched anywhere else. And so far, he found relatively nothing to connect the five victims. Not that he wasn’t trying. But he only had so many resources at his disposal. He had enough to go forward now and get his boss's approval to use the FBI's full force. Then he would have resources to boot and his own manpower to find this fucker and put them away. This is the most prolific serial killer of his time, and he wouldn't let him become another Zodiac Killer. There has to be something he could use. He is so close he can almost taste the blood in the water. This man-made shark was killing at will. And he was going to get him.
He had to.-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑-🌑- **The white noise of life stops and turns to blackness. And within that blackness, we hear a melodic sound. It is very familiar…soothing…and cryptic. As the darkness becomes light…we see a warehouse that is filled with weapons of wrestling destruction. 2X4’s…barbed wire…chains. So many chains…chains so thick only a monster could swing them like a child swings a tee-ball bat. Bull sits on a chair…the same electric chair as before…facing away from the camera to a series of chains. Thick…thin…small, and large…each one is different from the other. And Bull holds a metal stick…the kind you would use for a triangle...and is striking the chains fast…to a beat…and suddenly you understand what it is. He is playing Europe's “Final Countdown” on the chains! It is a scary…dark…and beautiful thing to witness. And it is accompanied by the sound of Bull's dark and deep voice**
“It is the final countdown for you our sweet Makarios. Soon the trumpets will blare…the seals shall be broken…and the four will rise from the ashes to change the very landscape of P…W…S. And the four shall be the Angel of Hate…the Angel of Evisceration…and two that shall follow. We will be the first two, Alexis. Maybe the Angel of Chaos will return to stand with us… perhaps a new angel will rise. Either way…you and us, Alexis….will be the reason change happens.”
**Bull stops playing as he continues to speak while sitting with his back to us in the chair**
“Your rebirth is approaching, and we are coming to make change happen. We will not hold back…every ounce of our pain and hate must be used to strip away this fake facade and release the demon bitch that lies within. With chain… cup… board…. crutch… everything and anything we lay our hands upon becomes a lethal weapon. But more so then that…deeper than the pain Alexis…it becomes a message to your internal struggle. And that message is to WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
**The depth and lethality of the outburst is so dangerous…pregnant women stop to ensure they didn’t have a miscarriage…people with pacemakers have a serious moment of death at their door.**
“The monster within you wants the beast that we are. And we are going to open the door…forcefully with great fury and rage…and we will use pain as the key to allow the monsters to mingle and create the basis for the most powerful force ever to step foot in PWS. We will be the backbone of a group so lethal…so precise, and potent…the mere thought of three little letters sends people into a complete and utter meltdown. Once we defeat you, Alexis Makarios….and release your demon…we sign the death warrant for every champion in PWS.”
**Bull stands, and on his jean vest back are three letters**
AoD **Bull stands with his back to us, laughter starting to roll out of his barrel chest and the screen goes black, and a phrase appears on the screen**
Psalms 78:49 - He let loose on them his burning anger, wrath, indignation, and hostility - a band of destroying angelz
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Post by Alexis Makarios on May 22, 2023 20:15:30 GMT -5
(The scene opens up with Alecis Makarios and her dear friend, Eddie Lopez, in Eddie's office. He was behind the desk as Alexis paced on the other side.)
Eddie Lopez: I don't know exactly what you want from me, Lexi?
Alexis Makarios: Fire him? Suspend him? SOMETHING! He threatened a pregnant woman. And just any pregnant woman… my sister! Which means he threatened my niece or nephew as well. And that is the final straw. I was gonna hurt him. I was gonna leave him bloodied and bruised. Buy after that? It's gonna a take every security guard you guys have to keep me from killing him.
Eddie Lopez: Take a breath. Count to 10. Use your tools.
(She snapped her head in his direction as she stopped dead in her tracks)
Alexis Makarios: EXCUSE ME!?
Eddie Lopez: I'm just saying. Yelling at me does nothing. There's only so much I can do.
Alexis Makarios: Why aren't you more pissed off? The Eddie Lopez I know would have already hunted him down and made him regret waking up. But instead you sit behind your desk, pushing your papers, like a corporate stooge while MY SISTERS are being THREATENED! You really have gone soft in your old age.
(This caused Eddie to slam his fists on his desk)
Eddie Lopez: ENOUGH! YOU THINK I DONT WANNA GRAB BULL BY THE THROAT AND SQUEEZE WHILE HE STRUGGLES FOR THAT!?! OF COURSE I DO! BUT I CANT!
(He paused for a moment to compose himself.)
Eddie Lopez: Those days are behind me. You know that. I have to fight from the management aspect for you guys. I put extra security details on Madison. Jenn is another story.
(Alexis took a deep breath, calming down a bit.)
Alexis Makarios: that does make me feel better. But still. The point remains. You don't get it, Eddie. He threatened my FAMILY. And if I lose this stupid match, I have to team with him. Like a legit team. I can't do it. It'll kill me. I swear.
Eddie Lopez: then… don't lose.
(Alexis glared at him for a moment)
Alexis Makarios: Seriously? THATS the advice you have for me? Just… don't lose?
Eddie Lopez: Uh… yeah?
Alexis Makarios: I wish Jorge was here…
(With that she storm's out of his office. The cameras zoom in in him)
Eddie Lopez: me too, lexi. Me too.
(The scene cuts to black)
Scene 2
(The scene fades up in the back of the PWS arena. Specifically, the interview area. There was something… different… though. As the cameras spark to life, you can see that there are two… stands I guess you could call them… like a mic stand with a board on top. They were set on the edges, with an open space in the middle. On the left stand was the mannequin head of Alexis Makarios, and on the right stand was the mannequin head of Corey Bull. Both heads were pointed slightly inward, as if the person were standing at an angle. From the one side comes Alexis Makarios herself, carrying a mic in her hand. Her bright red hair was braided back on the sides, but flowing in loose waves in the back. She was wearing blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt that said "INTERVIEWER" on the front. She positioned herself in the empty space between the mannequin heads and raised the mic with a smirk on her face.)
Alexis Makarios: Hello, PWS:APEX universe! I'm standing here with 2 old friends turned bitter rivals, Alexis Makarios and Corey Bull. Now, these two have quite a hist…
(She stops mid sentence and looks over at the Corey head )
Alexis Makarios: Shut up and let me finish! As I was saying. These 2 have quite the history with each other. Former friends, allies, and team mates. Now, sworn enemies. What used to be respect and friendship is now hatred and rage! Alexis, care to weigh in here? What are your thoughts?
(She held the mic towards the Alexis head for a moment, in silence.)
Alexis Makarios: Wow… glad we have the censor up and running because that is NOT pg. So you are saying that, for lack of better terms, that Corey has messed with the wrong person?
(She held the mic back towards the Alexis head, nodding along and saying "mmhmm" as if having a conversation)
Alexis Makarios: So him bringing your sister into the mix was the last of the last straws? You mean to say that the moment he threatened your PREGNANT sister… everything changed? I mean, that really is a bitch move.
(She turns to the Corey head)
Alexis Makarios: You'll have your turn, shut the fuck up you bastard!
(She turns back to the Alexis head.)
Alexis Makarios: Anyways, before I was so RUDELY interrupted… you were saying that if he lays so much as a finger on her, breathes in her direction, or even looks at her wrong you are going to bury him so deep in the ground that no one will ever find him? Interesting.
(She turned to the Corey head)
Alexis Makarios: And what do you have to say to that?
(She held the mic towards him for about 10 seconds)
Alexis Makarios: NO ONE CARES YOU DEMENTED ASSHOLE!
(She takes a deep breath and clears her throat as she looks back to the Alexis head.)
Alexis Makarios: So this match has big implications. Not only is it a Fans Bring The Weapons match… there's special stipulations added on to this. If you win, Corey has to leave you and your family alone for the rest of your time in PWS. But if Corey wins, you have to be his Tag Team partner. But you have to do it legit. No refusing to tag in, no leaving him mid match, no self sabotage of any kind. Surely… that is a personal hell you don't want to experience.
(She held the mic towards the Alexis head for a moment but then snaps her head towards the Corey head.)
Alexis Makarios: STOP INTERRUPTING OR I SWEAR IM GONNA RIP OUT YOUR HEART WHILE ITS STILL BEATING AND FEED IT TO FLUFFY!!!
(She cleared her throat and looked back at the Alexis head.)
Alexis Makarios: As you were saying? I can only imagine how you must be feeling right now. Honestly, I don't know how you aren't crawling out of your skin and just… murdering this disgusting piece of garbage right now.
(She nodded her head)
Alexis Makarios: Ah, yes. That makes good sense. So. Fans Bring The Weapons eh? Anything specific you are hoping they bring for you.
(She held the mic towards the Alexis head again. A few seconds later she lets out a loud groan and turns to the Corey head)
Alexis Makarios: SERIOUSLY!?!
(She sets the mic down next to the Alexis head for a moment, walks off camera for a moment and comes back with a large roll of silver duct tape in her hands. She rips off a piece and slaps it over the mouth of the Corey head.)
Alexis Makarios: SHUT THE FUUUUUUUCK UP!!!
(She ripped a second piece off and slapped it on the mouth too, for good measure, of course! She lets out a deep sigh as she grabs the mic again)
Alexis Makarios: THERE! Jesus I've never met a more self centered, egotistical, demented jackass before. Anyways… Any specific weapons you are hoping for?
(She held the mic towards the Alecis head again and smirked)
Alexis Makarios: Oh that sounds FUN. I bet you could find a million ways to violate that sick fucker with a cheese grater.
(She paused and looked over at the Corey head one more time)
Alexis Makarios: SERIOUSLY MOTHER FUCKER?
(She picked up the Corey head and stared daggers in its eyes before dropping it and flat-out punt kicking with all her might.)
Alexis Makarios: FINALLY! GAH! I seriously hate that guy. Anyways, Thank you for your time, good luck at Destiny. I need a drink…
(Alexis walked off as the scene faded to black)
Scene Three
(The scene fades up in a graveyard. A small one, only a few plots. The headstones are all too weather worn and moss covered to be read. Except one. In the middle. It was shiny and new. In front of it was a small, freshly dug hole with a shovel still in it. Next to it sat a pile of dirt from it being dug. It was after dark, but the cemetery was filled with lit candles that caused shadows to flicker. Walking in from the side was Alexis, who was carrying a shoe box sized box under each arm. She sets them down in front of the headstones and the cameras zoom in a bit. The writing on the stone is legible now.)
COREY BULL XXXX - 2023 MAY HE REST IN PEACE
(She grabbed the shovel and moved it as she inspected the grave stone, her back to the camera.)
Alexis Makarios: Corey… fucking… Bull. You have made yourself one hell of an enemy in me. You know that when my mind is made up, when I set my sights on something, I don't give up. I wanted that World Title. I took it. I wanted the United Title. I took it, too. Same with Tag Titles. I wanted to be the first PWS:APEX Grand Slam Champion. I did that too. But this… this is different.
(She turned around towards the camera, and sat down on the ground in front of the headstone, but before the hole that was dug up.)
Alexis Makarios: I know you were away for a while. I know we have changed since we were a team back in… that hell hole piss poor excuse of a company. Correction… I have changed. I've grown, I've evolved. I'm not that loose cannon "fuck the authority" Rebel I once was. But you… you seem to be stuck in the past. Trying to pull some damn demon out of me that frankly… no longer exists. You are trying to turn me into a female version of you. And that is not gonna happen. Let me tell you what IS going to happen.
(She leans forward and motions for the camera to zoom in. It does, getting a better shot.)
Alexis Makarios: What's going to happen is I am going to dig down… deep down… inside and pull out a side of me I have kept hidden for a long… LONG… time. A side of me I have worked my ass off to suppress. A dark side of me that, let's just face it, has no place in my life anymore. You wanna play this game? I'll fucking play, Corey. But just remember… I don't play fair when My family is involved.
(She chuckles a bit, almost giving a.slight crazed vibe)
Alexis Makarios: That's one thing about me that has never changed, and you uses it to your fucking advantage. You are a sick bastard who has been putting me through HELL these last several months. And I thought I got rid of you at Crusade. I threw you in that dumpster, and I busted your ass open. Granted, I got myself too. But it was worth it to see that blood flow from your body and know that I caused it. Then you went silent. And life was good again. Until it wasn't.
(She sighed as she reached over and grabbed one of the boxes. She opened it and pulled out the Corey mannequin head. She glared at it as she held it in her hands.)
Alexis Makarios: I'll give it to you, Corey. You got guts. You. Got. Balls. You take a fiercely loyal person, who has been known to go to extremes to protect her loved ones, and you threaten said loved one. You are lucky I didn't catch you last week after you made threats towards my sisters. You threatened the well being of a PREGNANT WOMAN. So now your threats extend to my unborn niece or nephew. Someone who cannot defend themselves. Who cannot protect themselves. That… heh… that was your fatal mistake.
(She threw the Corey head into the hole and looked at it.)
Alexis Makarios: Sending this where it belongs. Straight to fucking hell. I hope some horn dog ass demon dry fucks the eye sockets because that is what you deserve. Call it sick, call it twisted, but you deserve to be tortured for eternity. You deserve to go to hell. And you deserve to burn there after everything you have done to me. And that is why this ends at Destiny. This ENDS at Destiny, do you understand me!?
(She reaches over and grabs the other box, pulling out the Alexis head. She holds this one in her hands too.)
Alexis Makarios: This started off as some weird sick fetish you had with me. Or at least so I thought. You had this… mannequin… of me that was down right creepy. Disturbing, even. Who knows what the fuck you did to that thing when the cameras weren't rolling. I guess in your own dark and disgusting way that was supposed to be flattering. I could have even looked the other way. Just let you do your thing and ignore you. But then… you took it way too far. WAY too far. You seem to forget something… I'm the Aussie Firecracker. I have a temper, and I am not afraid to use it. I've spent time in the nuthouse. Nothing you can do will scare me. But you seem to have found your own special way of pissing me off. And trust me, you will come to regret it.
(She looks at the replica mannequin head of herself and she tosses it into the hole too, watching it as it lands.)
Alexis Makarios: You see, Corey? You wanted the darkness inside me to come out and play. You begged for my anger and rage to come to the surface. So just keep in mind… you asked for this. You wanted this. Everything that is going to happen at Destiny is YOUR fault. So I hope you enjoy it… because I plan to bury you so far underground that even the devil can't find you.
(She stood up and grabbed the shovel in her hand, looking it over)
Alexis Makarios: But Destiny is about so much more than me beating the shit out of you. There's more on the line. If I win, you leave me and my family alone for the rest of our PWS days. I never have to worry about you again. I never have to look over my shoulder and worry if I'm going to be attacked. I don't have to sit anxiously waiting for my sister to text me back and let me know she's safe. I don't… have to deal… with you… anymore!
(She scoops up some of the dirt and tosses it over the heads in the hole.)
Alexis Makarios: After Destiny, things are going to be different and I can finally rest easy. Because you may be a lot of despicable things, Corey. But if I know even one thing about you… you honor your word. And I know that you will honor this. Because you have to.
(She tosses another shovel of dirt over the heads)
Alexis Makarios: But… it works in reverse as well. If you manage to get one over on me… I have to become your tag team partner. That is a special kind of hell. And I can't get out of it. No leaving you at ringside, purposely missing matches, refusing to tag… any sort of self sabotage. Which means you know me better than most. Because that is EXACTLY what I would do. I would do everything in my power to ruin it all, just to spite you. So, yeah, IF you manage to beat me… I'll play your game until I can figure a way out. I'm nothing if not a woman of my word. And mark my words, Corey… your time is coming. I am going to make you wish you never crossed my path. You think our First Blood match at Crusade was brutal? Just you wait and fucking see.
(She continued to scoop more dirt into the hole as she spoke.)
Alexis Makarios: Keep in mind, tho, that the restrictions only apply to our matches and in ring competition. Anything else doesn't mean SHIT. So I will dedicate every second of my day to annoying the fuck out of you in every conceivable way. I already have ideas in mind. You will hate being around me SO MUCH you will BEG me to not be your partner anymore. You will be a miserable little husk of a man. I will fucking see to it.
(She scooped one last pile of dirt on and jammed the shovel in the ground. She looked straight into the camera)
Alexis Makarios: So win or lose… who is REALLY the loser here? See you at Destiny.
(She let out a slight chuckle as she smirked, sending the scene to black)
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