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Post by grace on Mar 4, 2008 13:48:58 GMT -5
Say what you want about Cosette Grace but don't say the woman doesn't know what she's doing. She saw an opportunity and struck hard.
As it all came to a close it was two simple yet brutal STO's that put both her opponents down long enough for her to get the three count. She may not have dominated the whole match but none of that mattered now as the music played and the referee raised her hand. Still drinking in the big night she walks over and climbs the second rope posing and cheering.
It was her moment to show XWA was back and so was the woman who had become the first Pearl Champion until...
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Post by kolase on Mar 4, 2008 14:02:06 GMT -5
"Miss Cosette Kimberly Grey," Addison's voice echoed throughout the arena as she makes her appearance, dressed in a traditional "Mrs. Brady" attire, her hair even matching the style of the era. "While indeed, you did pull a wonderful victory, congratulations darling, there's something you need to...confess too."
She was now in the ring, hands on her hips, trying to tower the obviously taller Cosette. "This last month has been absolute hell for me darling, and I believe I've held my composure fairly well." She paused as she began to gaze towards the ceiling, wrapping her left arm around her body, and resting her right elbow upon it, placing her hand on her chin, as if she was pondering a questionable thought. "First, you leave me for six months, experimenting with your sexuality, yes, yes, I know about your lesbian rendezvous, you can't keep secrets from your mother darling; and I thought, 'Well, she's a growing girl, I suppose I'll be okay with it.' BUT THEN," She stops herself before she allows herself to completely blow on her daughter, "You surprise me with this FUC-REAKING engagement to Ash Dixon, boy wonder. How he pulled a victory over Keith Wyle is beyond me; I suppose you were involved, probably had a quickie behind my back while I was preparing you two dinner. Typical; and I believe I'm dealing with the situation FAIRLY well, but when it comes to this NEW problem, I believe this is where I draw the line."
She pauses, nostrils flaring, and glares at Cosette's bellybutton. "Mind explaining THAT new little present?"
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Post by grace on Mar 4, 2008 16:41:47 GMT -5
And just like that she seemed completely deflated, covering up her symbol of “youthful rebellion” and reduced to her usual nervous awkwardness. Eventually she realizes she has to say something so a crewman hands her a microphone. Her mouth opens and closes attempting to form words a few times before she goes on, still trying to stall.
Yes... well...
Just tell the truth. It wasn't such an outrageous story, her and a couple of her students getting a little too carried away after celebrating a big tournament win, an escalating series of dares and a piercing she'd actually come to like. Simple. It wasn't even the most humiliating thing that happened to them that night, but no it was time for Lady Grace, Duchess of Overthinking to take over.
When I... when I was off... experimenting (ahem) with other women.
Oh God...
That's when I found myself involved with Emma Carlisle awful, awful girl, don't know why I even bothered associating with her. Anyhow, she used her powers of manipulation to convince me it was a good idea... and well, I knew it would be worth it since clearly you hate it so much.
Hopefully she hadn't just “outed” one of her friends for nothing. Feeling more comfortable with the character she was playing she puts on an air of incredulity.
And I'll have you know I did no such thing with Ash before his match. He won on his own merits, plain and simple. Now come on, is all this really necessary?
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Post by kolase on Mar 4, 2008 17:20:17 GMT -5
"YES." She flat out says, pausing for a moment to think of a valid reason. "We, honey, are a family of winners, and as winners, we must dress ourselves accordingly, and such a symbol on your belly button distracts these people from that fact."
She looks away, and loudly whispers, "I'm amazed you won the first place, Sarah Dixon, undoubtedly 'the future of the sport,' could have easily used that little piece of decoration as an advantage, tsk, tsk, tsk." Clearing her throat, she looks back at Cosette, "But nevertheless, we have an image to maintain dear; and I would appreciate it if you would remove such a vulgar display from your body."
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 1:25:38 GMT -5
Frustrating, it was starting to feel like she actually was arguing with her mother as opposed to continuing some elaborate charade.
Of course, take someone else's side. Sarah Dixon had every opportunity to do just that but she didn't, and who won? If you're so high on her why don't you adopt her.
Please.
Old enough to go on a Sapphic journey of self discovery is old enough to dress however I want. I like how it looks, plus it's a big road sign that says maybe I'm not nearly as uptight as I let on, plus the fact that this drives you crazy makes me think it looks better and better by the second. It stays.
She crosses her arms, and turns her nose up.
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Post by kolase on Mar 5, 2008 1:59:21 GMT -5
Addison fed her daughter with an annoyed look. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, how could Cosette like such a thing? Absolutely absurd. "You seriously need to look in a mirror dear, and imagine how that little scream of individuality is going to look in seventy years." She pauses as she walks up to Cosette, and motherly wraps her arms around her shoulders, gazing into the sky. "Gosh, I can imagine you screaming now, complaining that I, your lovely and wonder mother, was correct."
An awkward silence fills the air, as she continues to imagine, "And yes, I plan on living forever, there's just no escaping it. God knows that you can't take care of yourself, you need my guidance, you need my love. I believe that's quite obvious, those six months without your poor little old mother made you make a radical decision effecting your physical beauty." Addison then lets go, as she walks back to her previous spot; she couldn't keep her eyes off that piercing. "I just can't look at it anymore, it disgusts me."
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 2:13:30 GMT -5
She makes eye contact and gives Addison a snotty little smile.
Well there's nothing you can do about it. I like it, the XWA fans like it...
She almost forgot they were still live on TV so the pop she got was a surprise and not a calculated move to appeal to the fans.
..right, and just everyone else but you thinks it's fine. No, not fine quite becoming actually. I'll deal with how it looks years from now years from now, and I don't much care about your opinion now so I seriously doubt i'll be telling you you were right decades from now if you manage to hang on that long. No, I'm afraid my mind is made up.
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Post by kolase on Mar 5, 2008 2:23:48 GMT -5
That was it. Cosette's reluctance to her mother's wishes had gone too far. "Are you even listening yourself Cosette?!" She hollers, getting right into the face of her beloved daughter. "You're obviously delusional; prancing around this ring with piece of metal happily smiling at this New Jersey crowd as it dangles out of your belly button. These people are idiots if they consider that to fashionable!" The crowd responds negatively as Addison merely shrugs it off, and reshapes her "Mrs. Brady" hair-do. "Am I going to have to forcefully pull that little disaster out? Because daughter-dear, I will-ill~"
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 2:46:37 GMT -5
OK, back to reality for a second. Addison tearing it off in her mental state definitely wouldn't end well, and yet she didn't want to back down at this stage of the game. What could she do? What would Cosette Kimberley Grey do in a situation like this?
Are you listening to yourself?
Suddenly an idea. She gets ready to take a defensive position by draping her forearm over the offending ring.
I don't know how things worked back in the Dark Ages when you were young and on the market but if looks are all you're concerned about I can guarantee you it'll look much worse if you just walk over and tear it off like you're opening a can of soup. No, I'm afraid you'll have to make me take it out willingly if you'd like your daughter's unspoiled beauty back. I think you know what that means.
Reasoning with her was a good idea, right?
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Post by kolase on Mar 5, 2008 2:56:47 GMT -5
"PLAY TIME?!" Addison screams like a child as she begins to jump up and down in the ring. "Omigosh Cosette, omigosh, it's been so, so, so, so long. I like...totally missed you." Practically a little ball of energy, Addison runs up to Cosette, and gives her a huge hug. As she hugs her however, she begins to feel something cold on her stomach. A curious look on her face, she lets go, and looks down at Cosette's abdomen, and immediately gasped. "COSETTE, MOMMY ISN'T GOING TO LIKE THAT!" She quickly covered up Cosette's piercing with her hands as she mysteriously looks in both directions, making sure someone wasn't watching. Slowly, she opens her hands, and takes a peak, "It's soooo cool, I wish I could have one, but you know how Mommy is with these things. She's going to throw an absolute FIT if she finds this out." She begins to giggle, "Cosette is in trouuuuuuuble."
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 3:18:50 GMT -5
Trouble? You don't know the half of it.
Another one? Damn, hadn't planned on this. Really, really hadn't planned on this, she had completely ignored this persona when she was drawing up notes assuming that she wasn't the trigger. How wrong she was. She'd have to come up with more notes on every possible variation later and now we improvise. She takes a few steps back to get a little more personal space.
I know... but... I don't care. Yep, that's me defiant and independent. Those are the two words you think of when you hear my name...
Anyway, you know I do whatever I want, whenever I want with no concern for life, consequences or my own personal humiliation.
Art was starting to imitate life, but still she sold it with a hearty laugh.
So... just so we're clear, you don't plan on pulling it out for any reason are you?
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Post by kolase on Mar 5, 2008 3:27:40 GMT -5
"We have to before Mommy sees it!" She begins to lunge forward for Cosette, but not before Cosette took a step, having Addison fall on her face with a "umph!" Shaking her head as Addison sits herself back up, she gives Cosette a look. "Ouch...that really hurt..." Slowly, she pulls herself back up, and folds her arms together, very childishly, with her back hunched forward a bit. "Gee Cosette, you changed! It's all because of that really cool piercing, huh?! I remember a time when were nice to each other, playing in that sunny, sandy, sandbox..."She shakes her head, trying to get herself back on track, "You have to get rid of it Cosette, it's changing you! You can't grow up yet, you just can't!"
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 3:46:40 GMT -5
Changing her? Cosette had to cover her mouth to not laugh at the image of her refusing to give up her precious One Belly Ring.
I haven't, really. I'm the same Cosette Gr... the same Cosette you seem to have played with all this time. We can still play in the sandbox, just like the old days. I know, I'll wear a shirt that covers it up. That's it I'll wear a big baggy shirt...
everywhere...
all the time.
She smiles and nods happy with her end of the compromise.
We'll never have to have this discussion again since you'll never know it was there, really. We can go the sandbox like we used to. Right now even. What do you say, can we still be friends?
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Post by kolase on Mar 5, 2008 4:03:22 GMT -5
"Friends? Cosette dear, we're mother and daughter, we're beyond friendship; we're more than friendship." She pauses for a moment, feeling quite disturbed at how wrinkled her outfit seemed to be. Straighting it out a bit, she continues, "We're better than friendship. You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood right now dear, otherwise, I would have spanked you minutes ago. Though...now that I think about it, physical action could perhaps solve our little dilemma involving that." She unwillingly gulped as she took another glance at Cosette's individualism. "Seeing that we're both professional wrestlers, lovely how you decided to follow your mother's profession, why don't we settle this...the way we both now how?"
Tidying back up her hair, as she begins to pace around Cosette, she clears her throat, "Yes, yes, the stipulation is simple. I win, you take off that awful idea of a fashion statement. In fact, I'll probably take it off myself, after the match is over with. You'll be dazed enough, you won't even be able to fully render the situation." Addison paused for moment, to imagine that lovely outcome, "And if you win, which, the entire world knows won't happen -I am your mother, and as your mother, you'll allow me to win regardless- you get to keep that little annoyance." Walking up to Cosette, with a jump in her step, she leans her head towards hers. "How does that sound to you, dear?"
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Post by grace on Mar 5, 2008 4:28:44 GMT -5
Well, it had finally come to this, but could she use the whole situation to her advantage?
A wrestling match? I think that can be arranged. So, if I win you'll respect my fashioin decisions from now on, and if you win you'll never see me wearing this ever again, well it's a start. How about if I win you take me out and buy me one nicer than this. A real jewel perhaps. What do you say, prepared to make this a real wager?
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