Feral Anger || Vs Addy Vs Marcus (TV TITLE)
Aug 26, 2022 17:27:24 GMT -5
Addy A, Alice Gemini, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2022 17:27:24 GMT -5
Alexandra had just loss her television title, losing it to a man who had only had one other match in the company. She was angry, walking up the ramp, fans tried to get her attention and she blew them off. Referees tried to stop her to calm her down, she shoved them out of the way, sending three different guys to the floor, from the top of the stage. The last thing the camera saw was her glaring over her shoulder at it, her lip busted open. She shoved another no name individual out of the way, flipping over a table and shoving a cart of supplies down the hallway. Grabbing a man who had just walked out of an office, he looked to be an official working with the company. Alexandra punched him repeatedly, before finding herself angered even more. Tossing him away, she punched another storage box, sending shards of wood flying across the hallway.
"FUCK."
She thought about what really cost her, that distraction by whoever the fuck her recent stalker was. She thought Cypher had been bad back in OCW, that was nothing compared to this bullshit. This time.. they cost her greatly and Marcus Collins capitalized on it. This time, there would be NO distractions. Let the Judgement day come.. let them try.. whoever it was.. would bleed.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me.. again with that judgement day bullshit."
Alexandra grabbed a camera man, her hands tangled in his shirt, she pushed him back against a wall. She growled at him, almost feral in her anger.
"Record now.."
"But.. I can't just.."
"NOW! I don't give a fuck what you think you can and can't do. I want this aired.."
The camera man nodded and the bright obnoxious light came on signaling he was recording. She glared into the camera, she wanted to get this out while the wound was still fresh. She didn't care if it bothered anyone or not, this was her time and she was going to take it.
"Marcus Collins, congratulations.. let's face it.. you got where you are because of a distraction. You waltzed into this company and got that title shot after what.. one match. Wow.. you went over on a tiny girl who couldn't lace my boots. But I hope you took the time to actually look back and see what all I did. I lost against two men bigger than you.. then turned around and beat both of them when that title was at stake. You think I wont do the same to you. Marcus.. you think I'm some fake.. you think I'm not worth your time. I'll make you eat those words when I shove my fist so far down your throat you choke on it. You want to act like you are some big dog, why? Because you are tattooed, because you are tall.. Even the biggest of men fall at the feet of a QUEEN. And when we meet in that ring again, it wont be the woman you faced last time.. it wont be that distracted girl with too much on her mind. It'll be the Dark Queen you spoke of. The women who isn't afraid to cut you open and make you bleed. And I'm sure that you will give it a valiant effort my dear.. but you'll fall short."
A chuckle escaped her but it didn't reach her eyes, those were as cold and as lifeless as a corpse. She kept her gaze on the camera, unwavering though the laugh sounded around the area. She wiped the blood off her lip. She practically snarled out the next part, her anger building with each passing moment. She was like a woman possessed.
"Addy.. oh precious little Addy A.. who seemed to think that her little comments in catering got to me. Your little I'm scary fear me.. routine is adorable. You are pulling the same shit on me that I used to pull on people. But now.. you aren't the scary one. I am. This little song and dance you tried to pull, that's old shit baby girl. You are going to have to try harder than mouthing off and fake punches. If that punch is any indicator of your talent.. you don't stand a chance in that ring against Marcus.. and neither of you stand a chance in HELL against me. You are only in this match as a consolation prize for being a fucking loser. Every moment you are in this division your mere presence devalues that championship and all of us who have busted our ass for that title. Have you really not been paying attention love? Do us a favor Princess.. crawl back under whatever rock it is you crawled out of and stay there. You really are a small fish in a big blue ocean. What do you have to show for your time in this industry? By the time I was your age, I had already been main eventing shows. I was talked about widely around the world before I had turned twenty-one years old."
Alexandra took a breath, trying to steel her rage, but was unsuccessful in that attempt. Her anger only grew.
“I will not be the next Tatiana Jolee. I will not be defined by this title – I will define it. Because week in and week out, I fought for it. I will not just be the footnote in someone else's story. THIS is my time and that TELEVISION TITLE, belongs to me. I was the one that carried the Television Title Division on MY back.. Where the fuck were either of you? And now as my second time as challenger, I will do exactly that again. I dare either of you to show you have the blood or the guts to do what I can, to do what I have done the last month and in my career.”
With that she shoves the camera away and walks off.
"FUCK."
She thought about what really cost her, that distraction by whoever the fuck her recent stalker was. She thought Cypher had been bad back in OCW, that was nothing compared to this bullshit. This time.. they cost her greatly and Marcus Collins capitalized on it. This time, there would be NO distractions. Let the Judgement day come.. let them try.. whoever it was.. would bleed.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me.. again with that judgement day bullshit."
Alexandra grabbed a camera man, her hands tangled in his shirt, she pushed him back against a wall. She growled at him, almost feral in her anger.
"Record now.."
"But.. I can't just.."
"NOW! I don't give a fuck what you think you can and can't do. I want this aired.."
The camera man nodded and the bright obnoxious light came on signaling he was recording. She glared into the camera, she wanted to get this out while the wound was still fresh. She didn't care if it bothered anyone or not, this was her time and she was going to take it.
"Marcus Collins, congratulations.. let's face it.. you got where you are because of a distraction. You waltzed into this company and got that title shot after what.. one match. Wow.. you went over on a tiny girl who couldn't lace my boots. But I hope you took the time to actually look back and see what all I did. I lost against two men bigger than you.. then turned around and beat both of them when that title was at stake. You think I wont do the same to you. Marcus.. you think I'm some fake.. you think I'm not worth your time. I'll make you eat those words when I shove my fist so far down your throat you choke on it. You want to act like you are some big dog, why? Because you are tattooed, because you are tall.. Even the biggest of men fall at the feet of a QUEEN. And when we meet in that ring again, it wont be the woman you faced last time.. it wont be that distracted girl with too much on her mind. It'll be the Dark Queen you spoke of. The women who isn't afraid to cut you open and make you bleed. And I'm sure that you will give it a valiant effort my dear.. but you'll fall short."
A chuckle escaped her but it didn't reach her eyes, those were as cold and as lifeless as a corpse. She kept her gaze on the camera, unwavering though the laugh sounded around the area. She wiped the blood off her lip. She practically snarled out the next part, her anger building with each passing moment. She was like a woman possessed.
"Addy.. oh precious little Addy A.. who seemed to think that her little comments in catering got to me. Your little I'm scary fear me.. routine is adorable. You are pulling the same shit on me that I used to pull on people. But now.. you aren't the scary one. I am. This little song and dance you tried to pull, that's old shit baby girl. You are going to have to try harder than mouthing off and fake punches. If that punch is any indicator of your talent.. you don't stand a chance in that ring against Marcus.. and neither of you stand a chance in HELL against me. You are only in this match as a consolation prize for being a fucking loser. Every moment you are in this division your mere presence devalues that championship and all of us who have busted our ass for that title. Have you really not been paying attention love? Do us a favor Princess.. crawl back under whatever rock it is you crawled out of and stay there. You really are a small fish in a big blue ocean. What do you have to show for your time in this industry? By the time I was your age, I had already been main eventing shows. I was talked about widely around the world before I had turned twenty-one years old."
Alexandra took a breath, trying to steel her rage, but was unsuccessful in that attempt. Her anger only grew.
“I will not be the next Tatiana Jolee. I will not be defined by this title – I will define it. Because week in and week out, I fought for it. I will not just be the footnote in someone else's story. THIS is my time and that TELEVISION TITLE, belongs to me. I was the one that carried the Television Title Division on MY back.. Where the fuck were either of you? And now as my second time as challenger, I will do exactly that again. I dare either of you to show you have the blood or the guts to do what I can, to do what I have done the last month and in my career.”
With that she shoves the camera away and walks off.
