Post by hxcprincess on Aug 11, 2008 19:23:49 GMT -4
It was morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise and Kristina Blackwell had fallen asleep no more than a few hours ago. We will now take a quick peek into her dreams. However, we must stay no longer than a few moments else we could leave as crazy as she is.
At first there is nothing but silent blackness, and then the flashes start.
BRIGHT SPINNING COLORS!
Then back to black.
Yelping Sirens!
Then more silence.
A chuckling clown.
Darkness.
A windy graveyard.
A rooftop.
A hand, her brothers hand on her shoulder.
“I trust you.”
An Explosion!
Fire everywhere.
Back to black.
Flash to a kiss.
A flash of light.
Kenny Lambardo.
And Kristina woke up.
She lifted her head up off her pillow and smiled a relieved smile, as though those memories were her fuel. She looked at the clock and decided that anymore sleep would be wasteful. After all, it was time for her to make her grand appearance, and grand it would be. Even with her slightly messed up bed-head, Kristina’s long black and pink hair looked good, sexier even. She pulled away her blanket to reveal her basically pornographic nightie. When she reached up to stretch, said nightie gave our younger audience more than they bargained for. She heard a knock at the door, and she ran her fingers through her hair as she opened it.
“Fuck! Damnit Kris,” There was Tony behind the door. “Put some clothes on will you?”
Tony continued to shield his eyes as Kristina shrugged her shoulders and searched her room for some clothes. She ended up shimmying herself into some very tight low-rise jeans and replaced her nightie with a black tank top that barely covered more than the lace she had on before.
“Happy?” Her sweet, raspy voice was hinted with sarcasm. Brothers and sisters never stop acting as such, even the Blackwells.
“You should think about buying some sweaters.” He sighed as he walked in and took a seat on the end of the bed. “You ready for tonight?”
“Ready? Really? I can’t wait! This Steve Hawkins is exactly the kind of warm up that I need to begin my journey to the top.”
“Oh boy. You have big plans, don’t you?” Tony crossed his arms, curious.
“Well I figure it won’t take long for me to climb the card and use all these seemingly prepubescent boys to lift me up.” She giggles. “This is going to be fun.”
“Good girl. So what’s the drug of choice for this one? Wait!” He threw up his hand. “Let me guess…it’s your first match in a while…too intense for acid but x won’t quite cut it either…you’re gonna…eat some ‘shrooms…AND right before the match you’re going to shoot some B12!”
Kristina claped for her brother’s guess and he stood to take a mock bow. “Great guess. And you would be right, however I decided to take this match drug free. If this bastard gets a hit in, I want to feel it. All of it.”
“Wow. I didn’t see that coming. Come on, let’s get you in the ring again. He laughed quietly at his sister’s lack of sanity as they walked out the door and APW cut to commercial.
The darkness of the arena was illuminated suddenly by the explosion of flames at the entrance. As the flames went out, we see our princess. The spotlight shining on her illuminated the pale color of her scarred face. Her blood red lips twisted into a cracked smile as the men and women (mostly the men) in the audience lost their minds. And how could they not? Her nearly perfect body was barely covered by skin tight black shorts and a black sweater that only covered her arms and chest, exposing her entire stomach. Milk white thighs that could kill a man meet up with the top of her knee high red leather boots.
Chase: Wa-wa-wa-Wowee!
Harvey: Ahem…Well, at least she listened to her brother and bought a sweater…
Chase: How can you be thinking about sweaters?!?
As she moved down the ramp she toyed with the fans, giggling. At one point she grabbed a fan by the face and planted one on his lips! The poor kid was so excited he didn’t seem to notice the blood running down his neck from his lip. When she reached the ring the fans quieted down in anticipation. Plus, the better lighting allowed us to see the small line of blood left in the corner of her mouth. And her eyes. The piercing blue sent a shock through the audience as she stared out at them.
We see Chase with his eyes closed, mouthing something to himself.
Harvey: Chase. Chase! What are you doing? She’s about to talk.
Chase: I was harnessing my zen trance so I don’t hop in that ring with her!
Harvey: Right. Gotcha.
Kristina grabbed the mic and threw up a hand to quiet the audience. “Alright, can it.” She spoke ever so seriously. “I know that you can’t stop screaming for me, because all you guys want me so bad it hurts, and all you ladies are mad cause you probably lost your boyfriends to pictures of me. Shame. You know what else is a shame? Poor Steve Hawkins…he’s darling isn’t he? And tonight, I’m gonna pop one of his metaphorical cherries. His first intergender match.” Her voice was incredibly degrading. Like she was mocking him. “Honey, please. Don’t treat me any differently than you would treat the rest of these boys.” She turned around, slowly, showing off every inch of her body to the audience as a tease. “A boy with long, smooth, muscular legs, long flowing hair and perfect breasts. And just think. In only a few hours Stevey will be getting to know all of me.”
Her voice turned stern. “While I grapple his ass to the ground so he can never touch a woman again. Sound fun?” She smiled a smile that carried a thousand secrets and a thousand more kisses. “I’m back and I’m better than ever, and I need everyone to know that.” She giggled. “Sucks for you Stevey, but you drew short straw on this one!” She winked and started to leave the ring, except just before she hopped out she turned back to the cameras and audience. “Oh, hey Kenny? Call me.” She giggled again, louder this time and used the universal hand signal for phone against her ear as she turned to leave.
At first there is nothing but silent blackness, and then the flashes start.
BRIGHT SPINNING COLORS!
Then back to black.
Yelping Sirens!
Then more silence.
A chuckling clown.
Darkness.
A windy graveyard.
A rooftop.
A hand, her brothers hand on her shoulder.
“I trust you.”
An Explosion!
Fire everywhere.
Back to black.
Flash to a kiss.
A flash of light.
Kenny Lambardo.
And Kristina woke up.
She lifted her head up off her pillow and smiled a relieved smile, as though those memories were her fuel. She looked at the clock and decided that anymore sleep would be wasteful. After all, it was time for her to make her grand appearance, and grand it would be. Even with her slightly messed up bed-head, Kristina’s long black and pink hair looked good, sexier even. She pulled away her blanket to reveal her basically pornographic nightie. When she reached up to stretch, said nightie gave our younger audience more than they bargained for. She heard a knock at the door, and she ran her fingers through her hair as she opened it.
“Fuck! Damnit Kris,” There was Tony behind the door. “Put some clothes on will you?”
Tony continued to shield his eyes as Kristina shrugged her shoulders and searched her room for some clothes. She ended up shimmying herself into some very tight low-rise jeans and replaced her nightie with a black tank top that barely covered more than the lace she had on before.
“Happy?” Her sweet, raspy voice was hinted with sarcasm. Brothers and sisters never stop acting as such, even the Blackwells.
“You should think about buying some sweaters.” He sighed as he walked in and took a seat on the end of the bed. “You ready for tonight?”
“Ready? Really? I can’t wait! This Steve Hawkins is exactly the kind of warm up that I need to begin my journey to the top.”
“Oh boy. You have big plans, don’t you?” Tony crossed his arms, curious.
“Well I figure it won’t take long for me to climb the card and use all these seemingly prepubescent boys to lift me up.” She giggles. “This is going to be fun.”
“Good girl. So what’s the drug of choice for this one? Wait!” He threw up his hand. “Let me guess…it’s your first match in a while…too intense for acid but x won’t quite cut it either…you’re gonna…eat some ‘shrooms…AND right before the match you’re going to shoot some B12!”
Kristina claped for her brother’s guess and he stood to take a mock bow. “Great guess. And you would be right, however I decided to take this match drug free. If this bastard gets a hit in, I want to feel it. All of it.”
“Wow. I didn’t see that coming. Come on, let’s get you in the ring again. He laughed quietly at his sister’s lack of sanity as they walked out the door and APW cut to commercial.
The darkness of the arena was illuminated suddenly by the explosion of flames at the entrance. As the flames went out, we see our princess. The spotlight shining on her illuminated the pale color of her scarred face. Her blood red lips twisted into a cracked smile as the men and women (mostly the men) in the audience lost their minds. And how could they not? Her nearly perfect body was barely covered by skin tight black shorts and a black sweater that only covered her arms and chest, exposing her entire stomach. Milk white thighs that could kill a man meet up with the top of her knee high red leather boots.
Chase: Wa-wa-wa-Wowee!
Harvey: Ahem…Well, at least she listened to her brother and bought a sweater…
Chase: How can you be thinking about sweaters?!?
As she moved down the ramp she toyed with the fans, giggling. At one point she grabbed a fan by the face and planted one on his lips! The poor kid was so excited he didn’t seem to notice the blood running down his neck from his lip. When she reached the ring the fans quieted down in anticipation. Plus, the better lighting allowed us to see the small line of blood left in the corner of her mouth. And her eyes. The piercing blue sent a shock through the audience as she stared out at them.
We see Chase with his eyes closed, mouthing something to himself.
Harvey: Chase. Chase! What are you doing? She’s about to talk.
Chase: I was harnessing my zen trance so I don’t hop in that ring with her!
Harvey: Right. Gotcha.
Kristina grabbed the mic and threw up a hand to quiet the audience. “Alright, can it.” She spoke ever so seriously. “I know that you can’t stop screaming for me, because all you guys want me so bad it hurts, and all you ladies are mad cause you probably lost your boyfriends to pictures of me. Shame. You know what else is a shame? Poor Steve Hawkins…he’s darling isn’t he? And tonight, I’m gonna pop one of his metaphorical cherries. His first intergender match.” Her voice was incredibly degrading. Like she was mocking him. “Honey, please. Don’t treat me any differently than you would treat the rest of these boys.” She turned around, slowly, showing off every inch of her body to the audience as a tease. “A boy with long, smooth, muscular legs, long flowing hair and perfect breasts. And just think. In only a few hours Stevey will be getting to know all of me.”
Her voice turned stern. “While I grapple his ass to the ground so he can never touch a woman again. Sound fun?” She smiled a smile that carried a thousand secrets and a thousand more kisses. “I’m back and I’m better than ever, and I need everyone to know that.” She giggled. “Sucks for you Stevey, but you drew short straw on this one!” She winked and started to leave the ring, except just before she hopped out she turned back to the cameras and audience. “Oh, hey Kenny? Call me.” She giggled again, louder this time and used the universal hand signal for phone against her ear as she turned to leave.
