Post by hxcprincess on Sept 5, 2008 5:21:48 GMT -4
The room was perfectly lit, dim lights with a hint of red filter to them. Sitting in a wooden chair was a lucky (or unlucky, who can tell?) fella with his hands tied behind the back of the chair. He was undressed, except for white boxers and he wore a nervous grin on his face. Out of the shadows emerged a beacon of sexual energy, Kristina Blackwell. She was dressed down in a tiny black négligée, with a red silk scarf tied classically around her neck. She stepped slowly over to him, speaking softly, radiating sensuality.
"Today, dear" she said. "Is your lucky day now isn't it?" She removed the scarf from around her neck and wrapped it around the boy's, slowly adjusting to stradle his shaking lap. She leaned in, her red lips tickling his ear. "I'm going to turn you from a scrawny, pale little boy..." She kissed his neck just above the silk scarf. "Into a God." He let out a nervous laugh as she continued to tease the sensitive skin on his neck. "Now stay still, dear. I'm hungry." His nervous laughter came to a slow stop.
"Wait, what?" He barely made out the words as Kristina sunk her teeth hard into his neck and blood began to drip down his chest. Then, he began to scream. "Ahhh! Stop! What are you doing?!?! Stop it!!! AHHH!!" When the screams became incoherent Kristina pulled away. Her mouth had two lines of fresh blood dripping from the corners and she smiled wide and laughed, revealing two abnormally large canines covered in blood. The poor boy shrieked in horror as he managed to wriggle free of his lose wrist ties. Kristina stepped back, allowing the horrified virgin to run past her up the stairs left with nothing but his boxers. Left there in the dark, Kristina was still laughing.
The lights turn on.
Tony Blackwell steps into the room, video camera in hand. "Why do you insist on doing these things Kris?" He turned the camera off and set it down.
"For fun!" She grabbed the camera and immediately began to watch the replay in the mini screen. "My collection always raises my spirits."
"Alright alright, well can you get rid of those things, they're creepin me out."
Kristina nodded and reached into her mouth, wriggling free the two false vampire teeth she had used. "Now if you don't mind I do believe I have some kind of ....match to deal with."
"It's a title match Kris, you can finally get the title out of the hands of those two morons."
"Yeah, well I'm gonna have to carry the dam thing myself, and I tell you, I have no problem with that. I never was good at sharing." She smirked and punched her brother in the arm playfully as she skipped out to leave.
Before APW goes to commercial Tony looks at the camera and shrugs. "She really wasn't."
<commercial>
A number of average looking people flash over the screen behind a white backdrop. They are forming one sentence, each saying a few words at a time.
"We're just like everyone else. We pay taxes, we have friends and family and relationships and jobs and we're tired of living in secret. We shouldn't have to be afraid of being discriminated against. We just want the same things that everyone wants."
The screen goes to black and the words are displayed: Kristina Blackwell: Sponsor. Then, Kristina's voice plays saying, "Vampires were people too. Support the Vampire Rights Amendment."
The screen displays "VRA" and is followed by other average commercials.
</commercial>
APW returns.
The familiar dark arena is shown, this time with a red spotlight near the entrance. The pounding drums of her music echoed as Kristina emerged, eager, still wearing the same black negligee, except now she had a red pair of skin tight shorts on. Didn't help much, but she thought it was just fine. She meandered up through the outstretched arms of pathetic little boys and self-esteem-impaired girls to the ring where she took her time. She paced around the ring blowing kisses and winks around to the screaming voices begging her to call or, hell, even look their way. She only pretended to acknowledge them, sending out generic waves and inappropriate...messages before she finally picked up the microphone.
Harvey: You know, Kristina hasn't been at her best lately, but the fans just don't seem to care. Whether she wins her match or not, she's still entertaining as hell.
Chase: Yeah. Entertaining. That's what it is.
Harvey: She's innovative and edgy, she's playing the business right. You know, there's nothing wrong with a strong woman.
Chase: Did I say there was? I love it when a woman is stronger than me!
Harvey: That is not what I...Oh whatever.
"I have something I want to say to all of you." She cleared her throat, clearly about to make a solemn statement. "I want to apologize. I know that all of you here expect more from me. More blood, more wins, more excitement...just more than I've been giving you. Do you forgive me?" The crowd cheered yes in exhuberance. "Oh thank my lucky stars!!!" Then her voice changed and was no longer solemn. "Of course you forgive me you pathetic little faggots."
Harvey: I swear, being a fan of Kristina Blackwell is like being in an abusive relationship. She treats them like crap but they keep on comin back.
Chase: Of course they do! She could beat the hell out of me as much as she wanted to!
Harvey: I'm so surprised.
"Of course you forgive me. I may not have won too many matches since being back but who gives a fuck? You? That's too bad! One of you get in this ring and beat me and then you can call the shots on my career moves! I'm here to have fun torturing little boys in spandex outfits and abusing the power of fame and money. If I feel like getting into politics and becoming a superstar you'll know it, don't worry. But let's see, I think I get to have some real fun this week don't I?" The crowd cheered in excitement.
Harvey: That's right, Kristina is tagged up with Fyre Angel against the tag champs this week for the title. Now, as far as I know Kristina doesn't even LIKE Fyre Angel, so this could be interesting!
Chase: ::with his fingers crossed:: Cat Fight!
Harvey: I really hate to agree with you, but that could end up happening, we'll see.
"Fyre Angel, or whatever that sluts name is, was right about one thing last week. She was right in saying that I'm a hardcore bitch you 'big boys' don't wanna mess with." She used a mocking voice to mimic pretty much every male within a 3 mile radius. "This is a maaaans sport, why are there so many womeeen heeeere, I don't wanna play with girls!" She cleared her throat. "Boys, we're gonna let you in on a little secret...we know what it means when you complain about stuff like that. Ladies?? What does it mean???" All the women in the crowd made the same descending whistling sound, similar to the cartoon sound of falling. And as they do Kristina puts out her arm and slowly flops it down in a phallic statement. "Which brings me to the most impotent fella's in wrestling. Our very own Tag Team champions. How the fuck did this happen people? My dick is bigger than fucking ICEMAN'S!"
The camera turns to see Chase frowning.
Harvey: That killed a piece of you, didn't it?
Chase: A little.
The crowd laughed and cheered, mixed with some boo's. "I've taken tougher guys alone than the two of you put together in my time. And though I've been a little lack luster since I've been back, I've decided to take a personal interest in this matter. Gold does not belong on a pair of B- wrestlers, no matter who fucked up that day!"
Chase: I wish she would insult me like that.
Harvey: So I guess you're over it?
Chase: Over what?
Harvey: Oh my God.
The cheers got louder, and the booer's shut their mouths. "So it's time for a REAL wrestler to come in and stop this injustice! Now you boys can either run home to your mommas and leave the tag belts nicely on our dresser drawers for us or you can show up and look foolish while the rest of the boys make fun of you for losing to a ::mocking:: g-g-g-girl! So take your pick, limp dicks, and maybe I'll see you later for the night of your life. Fyre Angel, I don't really know what your deal is and I really couldn't care less. All I know is that you're no where near being the best wrestler in this place. So, I'm warning you now. I will work with you on this match. I will help you to help us finish this thing. But if you fuck up, and flounder, I'll leave you for dead and take the wonder twins down myself. I never was a good team player, you know? So don't expect me to forgive any lazy mistakes with warm smiles. Anyway, Ambiguously gay duo, I hope you enjoy that cold shiny gold for one last round of one on one pocket pool. I'll be waiting to take them off your hands...and sterilize them." Kristina made a kiss noise into the mic as the crowd erupted into a mixture of boo's and cheer's so loud you couldn't distinguish them, just the way Kristina liked it. She proceeded to smile her crooked, scared smile as she hopped out of the ring and basically floated out of the arena.
Harvey: Well this match could go a number of different ways at this point.
Chase: I could go a number of different ways at this point.
Harvey: I have no idea what that means. Personally, I hope to see some really good fighting in this match, and maybe a little drama too.
Chase: Wanna know what I hope to see?
Harvey: No.
Chase: You suuuure??
Harvey: I'm positive.
Chase: Damn.
Harvey: APW will return shortly, with more on this weeks edition of Overdrive.
"Today, dear" she said. "Is your lucky day now isn't it?" She removed the scarf from around her neck and wrapped it around the boy's, slowly adjusting to stradle his shaking lap. She leaned in, her red lips tickling his ear. "I'm going to turn you from a scrawny, pale little boy..." She kissed his neck just above the silk scarf. "Into a God." He let out a nervous laugh as she continued to tease the sensitive skin on his neck. "Now stay still, dear. I'm hungry." His nervous laughter came to a slow stop.
"Wait, what?" He barely made out the words as Kristina sunk her teeth hard into his neck and blood began to drip down his chest. Then, he began to scream. "Ahhh! Stop! What are you doing?!?! Stop it!!! AHHH!!" When the screams became incoherent Kristina pulled away. Her mouth had two lines of fresh blood dripping from the corners and she smiled wide and laughed, revealing two abnormally large canines covered in blood. The poor boy shrieked in horror as he managed to wriggle free of his lose wrist ties. Kristina stepped back, allowing the horrified virgin to run past her up the stairs left with nothing but his boxers. Left there in the dark, Kristina was still laughing.
The lights turn on.
Tony Blackwell steps into the room, video camera in hand. "Why do you insist on doing these things Kris?" He turned the camera off and set it down.
"For fun!" She grabbed the camera and immediately began to watch the replay in the mini screen. "My collection always raises my spirits."
"Alright alright, well can you get rid of those things, they're creepin me out."
Kristina nodded and reached into her mouth, wriggling free the two false vampire teeth she had used. "Now if you don't mind I do believe I have some kind of ....match to deal with."
"It's a title match Kris, you can finally get the title out of the hands of those two morons."
"Yeah, well I'm gonna have to carry the dam thing myself, and I tell you, I have no problem with that. I never was good at sharing." She smirked and punched her brother in the arm playfully as she skipped out to leave.
Before APW goes to commercial Tony looks at the camera and shrugs. "She really wasn't."
<commercial>
A number of average looking people flash over the screen behind a white backdrop. They are forming one sentence, each saying a few words at a time.
"We're just like everyone else. We pay taxes, we have friends and family and relationships and jobs and we're tired of living in secret. We shouldn't have to be afraid of being discriminated against. We just want the same things that everyone wants."
The screen goes to black and the words are displayed: Kristina Blackwell: Sponsor. Then, Kristina's voice plays saying, "Vampires were people too. Support the Vampire Rights Amendment."
The screen displays "VRA" and is followed by other average commercials.
</commercial>
APW returns.
The familiar dark arena is shown, this time with a red spotlight near the entrance. The pounding drums of her music echoed as Kristina emerged, eager, still wearing the same black negligee, except now she had a red pair of skin tight shorts on. Didn't help much, but she thought it was just fine. She meandered up through the outstretched arms of pathetic little boys and self-esteem-impaired girls to the ring where she took her time. She paced around the ring blowing kisses and winks around to the screaming voices begging her to call or, hell, even look their way. She only pretended to acknowledge them, sending out generic waves and inappropriate...messages before she finally picked up the microphone.
Harvey: You know, Kristina hasn't been at her best lately, but the fans just don't seem to care. Whether she wins her match or not, she's still entertaining as hell.
Chase: Yeah. Entertaining. That's what it is.
Harvey: She's innovative and edgy, she's playing the business right. You know, there's nothing wrong with a strong woman.
Chase: Did I say there was? I love it when a woman is stronger than me!
Harvey: That is not what I...Oh whatever.
"I have something I want to say to all of you." She cleared her throat, clearly about to make a solemn statement. "I want to apologize. I know that all of you here expect more from me. More blood, more wins, more excitement...just more than I've been giving you. Do you forgive me?" The crowd cheered yes in exhuberance. "Oh thank my lucky stars!!!" Then her voice changed and was no longer solemn. "Of course you forgive me you pathetic little faggots."
Harvey: I swear, being a fan of Kristina Blackwell is like being in an abusive relationship. She treats them like crap but they keep on comin back.
Chase: Of course they do! She could beat the hell out of me as much as she wanted to!
Harvey: I'm so surprised.
"Of course you forgive me. I may not have won too many matches since being back but who gives a fuck? You? That's too bad! One of you get in this ring and beat me and then you can call the shots on my career moves! I'm here to have fun torturing little boys in spandex outfits and abusing the power of fame and money. If I feel like getting into politics and becoming a superstar you'll know it, don't worry. But let's see, I think I get to have some real fun this week don't I?" The crowd cheered in excitement.
Harvey: That's right, Kristina is tagged up with Fyre Angel against the tag champs this week for the title. Now, as far as I know Kristina doesn't even LIKE Fyre Angel, so this could be interesting!
Chase: ::with his fingers crossed:: Cat Fight!
Harvey: I really hate to agree with you, but that could end up happening, we'll see.
"Fyre Angel, or whatever that sluts name is, was right about one thing last week. She was right in saying that I'm a hardcore bitch you 'big boys' don't wanna mess with." She used a mocking voice to mimic pretty much every male within a 3 mile radius. "This is a maaaans sport, why are there so many womeeen heeeere, I don't wanna play with girls!" She cleared her throat. "Boys, we're gonna let you in on a little secret...we know what it means when you complain about stuff like that. Ladies?? What does it mean???" All the women in the crowd made the same descending whistling sound, similar to the cartoon sound of falling. And as they do Kristina puts out her arm and slowly flops it down in a phallic statement. "Which brings me to the most impotent fella's in wrestling. Our very own Tag Team champions. How the fuck did this happen people? My dick is bigger than fucking ICEMAN'S!"
The camera turns to see Chase frowning.
Harvey: That killed a piece of you, didn't it?
Chase: A little.
The crowd laughed and cheered, mixed with some boo's. "I've taken tougher guys alone than the two of you put together in my time. And though I've been a little lack luster since I've been back, I've decided to take a personal interest in this matter. Gold does not belong on a pair of B- wrestlers, no matter who fucked up that day!"
Chase: I wish she would insult me like that.
Harvey: So I guess you're over it?
Chase: Over what?
Harvey: Oh my God.
The cheers got louder, and the booer's shut their mouths. "So it's time for a REAL wrestler to come in and stop this injustice! Now you boys can either run home to your mommas and leave the tag belts nicely on our dresser drawers for us or you can show up and look foolish while the rest of the boys make fun of you for losing to a ::mocking:: g-g-g-girl! So take your pick, limp dicks, and maybe I'll see you later for the night of your life. Fyre Angel, I don't really know what your deal is and I really couldn't care less. All I know is that you're no where near being the best wrestler in this place. So, I'm warning you now. I will work with you on this match. I will help you to help us finish this thing. But if you fuck up, and flounder, I'll leave you for dead and take the wonder twins down myself. I never was a good team player, you know? So don't expect me to forgive any lazy mistakes with warm smiles. Anyway, Ambiguously gay duo, I hope you enjoy that cold shiny gold for one last round of one on one pocket pool. I'll be waiting to take them off your hands...and sterilize them." Kristina made a kiss noise into the mic as the crowd erupted into a mixture of boo's and cheer's so loud you couldn't distinguish them, just the way Kristina liked it. She proceeded to smile her crooked, scared smile as she hopped out of the ring and basically floated out of the arena.
Harvey: Well this match could go a number of different ways at this point.
Chase: I could go a number of different ways at this point.
Harvey: I have no idea what that means. Personally, I hope to see some really good fighting in this match, and maybe a little drama too.
Chase: Wanna know what I hope to see?
Harvey: No.
Chase: You suuuure??
Harvey: I'm positive.
Chase: Damn.
Harvey: APW will return shortly, with more on this weeks edition of Overdrive.