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Post by Khrystal Walker on Dec 21, 2005 10:08:05 GMT -5
Khrystal Walker strides to the ring, 'Trouble' by Pink providing the rythym to her charge. She steps over the top rope, looks to the skybox to see that Frankenbear is properly seated in position to supervise her speech, and takes the mike from a technician.
"I'm sure that many of you have seen the news on the internet, or read in in what we in the industry call the dirt sheets about there being trouble between myself and Porthos. Well, it is true we had a disageement, things have been settled.
This is what has happened. The private dressing and workout rooms fomerly given to the champion have been taken over by LOC security. That means that I dress in the same room as the other female LOC stars. That's cool. If I workout here, I do so in the same place as the other stars. That's cool, too.
I have also been relieved of the burden of being the official spokesperson for this company. I don't know who's hitting the talk show circuit, but it ain't me. Other champions have been so; I will not.
I don't even have my own parking space. Big woop. Let me tell you what I have. I have this!
She pulls off her jacket to reveal the LOC championship belt! " I am the champion, make no mistake about it! While the privileges that go with the title are gone, the honor is not! The pride that says I am the greatest wrestler in the world is not gone! My desire is as great as ever.
Porthos told me she only wanted me to do one thing, and I intend to do it will all my power! She told me to FIGHT! FIGHT, FIGHT!
The crowd cheers as Walker raises her hands. "Crono, you want to have a shot for the title, come on! King, you want a shot, get in line! And Klowd, you feel froggy, come on and jump!
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Post by David Atkins on Dec 29, 2005 16:58:41 GMT -5
"Well, I'll be damned." Travis said from behind Heidi, whom was sitting on the couch with her legs curled beneath her. "She just called me out."
Heidi looked away from the television set, away from Khrystal Walker's promo, to look at her husband with a small measure of surprise. She hadn't known he was there, how long he'd been there. She hadn't heard him walk in. For a big man, he moved quietly, and even after so many years of marriage she still hadn't gotten used to him just suddenly being there as if he'd appeared from nowhere.
"I don't know," she said slowly, trying to guess what his reaction to Khrystal's promo might be. "I think maybe she was just talking..."
Travis shook his head as he stepped forward, stepped over the back of the couch and onto the cushion, and dropped himself into the seat beside her. "In this business, you don't call somebody by name in an interview like that unless you want a piece. It's a pride thing."
"Well, she said 'King,' not Travis King." Heidi grinned. "Maybe she meant Jerry 'The King' Lawler."
Travis stared at her, feigning shock. "Is he still alive?"
"Beats me," she laughed.
He laughed as well, and it was the most wonderful sound Heidi could imagine. It was loud, it was deep, and it banished all of those painful memories of him wasting away in a hospital bed. It, as well as a few other things (like her one-time relationship with Johnny Biddle and the man's subsequent reappearance in the LOC), may as well never have happened.
Travis wrapped an arm around her and drew her close, kissing her briefly on the lips. "Well, if she meant Lawler he'd better reply before my next promo or she's gonna get a good dose o' me anyway."
"You know, the word promo sounds kinda like porno..."
Travis laughed again. "What's on your mind, girl?"
Heidi move her lips back again to his. "Guess."
"Mmmf."
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Post by GameWizard on Dec 30, 2005 2:47:30 GMT -5
Night had fallen over the city, cloaking it in moonlit shadow. The arena rose amidst the buildings, quiet now aside from those chosen to cleanse the heart of the Lords of Chaos during its only real closed hours. It is not with the great arena that our tale for the night revolves around. We go instead down the dark and lonely streets of the city, swiftly passing those automobiles still winding their way through the maze as we journey to one room lit dimly by lamplight.
It was a bedroom, no different from any other when brought down to brass tacks. It had what any bedroom would have, as any bedroom should, but most important of all was the bed. It was not how the bed looked, its size, color, shape, that made it important, but what currently rested upon it, still and unmoving as it always had been and always will be. Aside from a soft, almost inaudible hum from the bulb in the lamp, this room was silent.
Sound did, however, trickle out from the joined bathroom, the rushing course flow of water streaming out of a shower head. Steam filled that small room, fogging up the windows within and drifting out to blanket the bedroom in the same thick haze: a haze thick enough to conceal any outside movement from she who enveloped herself in the hot raining water. Had she seen the movement there is no telling what her reaction might have been. Fear? Perhaps. Anger? Possibly. Attack? Likely, when one considered who this particular woman was. She did not see the movement, so engaged with the shower she had been. It could even be that this haze of steam had saved her life. The outcame of such a sighting may never be known.
When the end comes, though, shower complete, body cleansed as the floors of the Lords of Chaos arena would also be, this woman, this champion, would enter the bedroom and see at last that which she had left on the bed, that which had been tampered with as she showered during the tragic event. It was a bear, her bear, the patched up 'toy' that had become her iconic mark on the world of professional wrestling. A dagger, long and sharp as a razor, pierced the bear's false heart, driving through into the bed's headboard. The bear hung suspended as such, lifeless as it always had been, though now looking like a corpse. It was not the state of the bear that brought the greatest shock, but the red ink dripping from the wound like blood, trailing across the bed sheets where, with deft strokes four words had been written: "The frog has jumped."
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Post by LadyChaos on Dec 31, 2005 17:04:57 GMT -5
She turned off the screen with a casual press of the remote, turning her back to the display almost immedately.
Walker, in her own way, was a fine champion... rough around the edges but to her way of thinking that was all to the good. The promo film was exactly what it needed to be, a champion advising all percieved threats to thier reign that there was no fear at the top.
Kimera smiled one of her rare smiles. In a few weeks her paperwork would be completed... soon she and Angel would be able to return to the ring where they belonged. Then the fun could really begin.
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