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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Apr 19, 2020 22:56:04 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents Tuesday Night Riot Live from Las Vegas, NV Tuesday, April 28th, 2020
Non-Title Legion vs. Alanah O’Connell
RP Deadline Sunday, April 26th, 2020 11:59pm Eastern
500 Minimum 5000 Maximum
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Post by Alanah O'Connell on Apr 26, 2020 22:26:49 GMT -5
April 25 Saxon Hotel Las Vegas, Nevada
“ARGH! I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”
Flinging herself dramatically onto the bed, Alanah O’Connell covered her face with her hands as a muffled scream rose from her throat. Leaping up onto the bed beside her, her dog Lady immediately curled up to Alanah’s side, whining and trying to burrow under her arm. Alanah slid her hands away from her face and wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck, burying her face into her soft black fur. Sliding into the room with Pip in his arms and Potato following close at his heels, Jack Russow looked sadly at Alanah before taking the spot next to her on the bed and wrapping his arms around her from behind, with Pip crawling into her lap and Potato resting his head on her knee until it was essentially a big human/dog group hug. When Alanah raised her face to look at Jack, her eyes were rimmed red and there were the telltale marks of tear tracks down her cheeks.
“My best friend has been kidnapped, Mack is gone, and I can’t do a damn thing about any of it because if I go outside there’s a good chance I could die!” she wailed.
Jack wrapped her tighter in his arms and kissed the top of her head, running his fingers soothingly through her blonde hair. “I know, I know. It sucks for all of us. But we have to try to keep it together. Mattie would want you to still go out there and be the ass-kicking champion we all know and love.”
Alanah sniffled slightly, wiping at her cheek with the back of her hand. “I know, she’d be shaking me by the shoulders right now if she saw me like this.” A watery smile crossed her face as she let out a choked little laugh. “She’d be yelling at me a mile a minute in Spanish, and none of us would have the faintest idea what she’d be saying, which would set her off even more.” The smile fell away, and a look of despair crossed her face as she tightened her arms around Jack and pressed her cheek to his chest, a fresh batch of tears falling down her reddened cheeks. “Jack, we have to get her back."
He kissed her forehead softly. “We will, Lanah. I promise.”
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A few hours later
Seated on the plush white sofa in her hotel suite in Las Vegas, Alanah O’Connell stared down the lens of the camera that was set up in front of her. She was dressed in a sleeveless pink and white rose-patterned dress with white pumps on her feet and the PWS Apex United Championship draped across her lap. Her makeup was soft and understated, highlighting her big brown eyes with a light pink gloss on her lips and her cheeks softly blushed. But instead of the usual cheery smile adorning the Irishwoman’s face, it was replaced with a solemn look.
“Demons Run did not go the way I wanted it. Hell, I don’t think any of us could have anticipated the way that show ended. And because of what happened, Bella and I were deprived of something that we have been looking forward to for quite some time. Now, before anyone gets my words twisted, I do not blame Bella in the slightest. As it turned out, her instincts were - sadly - right on the money. I didn’t want to face my best friend while she was in that state, so our match has been pushed back to Destiny.” She let out a little sigh, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “I wanted a lengthy reign as the United Champion...but not like this. Not if it meant missing a match with my best friend while my other best friend was being kidnapped.”
She looked down to the title in her lap, brushing her fingers over the nameplate before the sorrowful gaze fell away and when her dark brown eyes snapped back up to the camera, her face had hardened into a look of pure ferocity. “So needless to say, I am not in the best of moods these days. And now, I get to step into the ring for the first time in quite a while against Legion. Someone who fancies herself some sort of nightmare figure, meant to inspire fear and terror into our roster. Maybe, that gimmick may have worked on me back when I first started here in PWS. But with everything I’ve just gone through, everything I’ve just endured...I am no longer afraid. I am not the little girl hiding from the monsters under her bed. I will not jump at the shadows anymore.”
She lifted the title over her shoulder and rose from the couch, staring daggers into the camera lens. “I have stood toe to toe with the Devil incarnate, and all but laughed in his face. What do you think I’m going to do to you?”
With another fierce, determined look to the camera lens, she walked off screen as the camera faded out to black.
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