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Post by THEXWA.net on Dec 14, 2011 22:17:59 GMT -5
THEXWA.net has just received a press release which confirms some information, but offers up even more questions. This memo, handed down to all staff members at XWA HQ in 1 Penn Plaza, is from an apparent new authority:
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Post by Lilith on Dec 19, 2011 22:30:10 GMT -5
Her long slender porcelain fingers come crashing down atop her table-top, crushing and crumpling the paper beneath it's grasp. A long inhale, a loud exhale, followed by nothing less than;
I don't like it!
This has nothing good about it, the air around it is filled with a stench. We put up with everything this company has done, including it's previous incarnation -- Only to have some new Shadow Council deciding our contracts behind our backs? Without our input? Without -MY- INPUT?!
The sound of her shouting echos in the room, the thoughts of her mind being easily discernible. It's always the same thing with her;
'ME'
Would be the thought that prints out like so many poorly stolen scripts from her torn journal of best-selling novellas.
... It does seem somewhat unnatural. Is this how things are always done in this line of... Let's call it 'work'.
The voice emanates from behind her. The fit yet lithe figure stays in the darkest part of her suite, always hidden from the light radiating in the room.
Tch...
This kind of idiocy is something I would expect in Vegas, or Toronto. I had this fool notion that the delightfully ironic-named 'Powers that Be' in New York had grown past these kinds of games.
.... Then why do you participate.. Lilith?
Her head turns slowly, a smile creeping it's way across her face... Almost like a disease..
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Like a -Virus-
... Because I'm the 'Kiss of Death', I'm the 'Alpha Female', I'm the 'Black Widow'.... Because I'm the only surviving member of what I like to call the 'Common Sense-Brigade', I wave the banner of the 'Actually-Fucking-Interesting' personality troupe'...
... I'm what people pay to see, I'm a Penthouse-Model, I'm a Submission-Specialist -- I'm a God-Damned superpower with a Mic in hand;
.. Because I'm 'The One & Only'... Because I'm their FUCKING, GOD!
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Because I'm Lilith, Fucking, Creighton.
And because they will NEVER, forget it.
... Delightful. The time spent with your Family has not gone to waste I see. It's amazing what bonding can do for one, who has lost their way. Shall I put in my report then? 'Never fear, because Lilith is h- !!
The sarcastic ring in her voice, displeased Lilith. To no end. The glare sent across the room stops the voice, ceases it within it's incessant throat. Lilith snarls for a moment before pasting a nice smile back on her face. She slowly rises from her seat, her Blood-Red sharpened fingernails -- Clawing themselves down the darling little memo. She takes in a deep breath, a calming sigh...
ON YOUR KNEES, DOG!
The shout bellows in the suite. She always did like hearing herself speak, but a much sweeter sound resonated back to her ears. Like sonar it was. The sound of a human body, jettisoning itself unto the ground.
... !!.... It.. is taxing.... knowing they gave you that ability..
Really? I think it's fitting.
Lilith saunters over from the table, in the most regal over the top royal way you can possibly imagine. And considering this is LILITH we're talking about here, that's raising the God-Damned bar. She stares down, leaning at the waist with a smile as her vision... Falls, to the body currently being forced, -held-, down upon the ground by her -Words-. She takes in another deep, relaxing breath.
... After all...
Her eyes open slowly, the truth of the horror behind her Family, her time away. The... 'Revelation' all seen in the reflection as the scared little Woman struggles to meet her gaze.
-- I'm your -God- now.
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Post by Mr. Smith on Dec 20, 2011 1:49:52 GMT -5
New York City.
Inside of the office of the illustrious Mr. John Kennedy Smith...
It's the waning weeks of 2011. That means 2012 is fast approaching, and amongst the impending domination in the ring that the philanthropist/wrestler had planned, he was also planning a Presidential run as well. Who could possibly challenge his savvy business sense and infinite wisdom?
Obama? He had his chance.
Gingrich? He had no chance.
With the apparent cancellation of the XWA's 2011, it left the Oval Office as Smith's "championship" aspiration. But then an innocent email popped up in his inbox.
"Hmm...what's this?"
XWA Board of Trustees? From last he knew, the Xtraordinary Wrestling Association was a one-woman show. So when did a "board" come into play? And the most prevalent question of Smith's mind at that moment of course...
"Someone acquired the XWA? AND IT WASN'T ME!? I'm going to have to investigate this on principle alone.
Ms. Perkins? Call Accounting! Call IT! Call Mrs. Smith! Tell them we've got a change in plans!"
"Sir?"
"My campaign just might have a new trail to run on after all..."
Smith smiles like a Cheshire cat as he lets go of the intercom button.
"...or more specifically, run over."
XWA 2012. The mystery. The intrigue...
...and Smith. ;D
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Post by Kayn on Dec 22, 2011 17:34:10 GMT -5
*Seattle, Washington. December 22nd. 2:34pm PST
A few days ago an announcement had been made that may change the face of one of the biggest wrestling organizations. It was all over the wrestling news websites, magazines, and radio programs. It seemed the whole world know about it, the whole world except for one man, the champion of said organization. With the plug pulled on what was anticipated to be the most interesting season in the history of the XWA just days after the Tribute for the Troops the whole XWA sat in limbo. After the realization of this sunk in, Kayn returned back to Seattle until the next step would be made. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and Kayn was starting to think that he would never go back to work. With all the down time he had Kayn decided to return to his second passion, music. Kayn had converted his parent's basement to a make shift recording studio where he could record himself jamming and through the months he would start to piece together a self recorded album. As with just about everything Kayn does, once he started this process he full submerged himself into it, locking himself in the basement only leaving to eat, sleep and use the facilities. On one such break from recording Kayn was in the kitchen just finishing making himself a sandwich when his mother entered with a certified letter.*
"Kayn sweetie, this letter came for you."
"Thanks mom."
*Kayn opened the letter and started reading it as he took a bite out of his sandwich. The letter was basically a copy of the release by the new CEO. While reading it a look of confusion and concern crossed Kayn's face and once he got to the part of the letter about the titles staying in tact a sigh of relief passed through Kayn's lips.*
'Well it looks like I'll be going back to work.' *Kayn thought to himself.* 'But what happened to Ms. Blackheart and who is this mysterious new CEO? Well I guess the only way I'll find out is to let them know I'll be back to work.'
*Kayn put his sandwich down and headed to the phone to call the number on the bottom of the letter to put the XWA on notice because the champ is coming back.*
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Post by Kenji Katana on Dec 22, 2011 19:03:28 GMT -5
*Puff* Yo Hammer, what is this shit?
I don't know man, just some shit the mailman put though the mail slot.
Time to go back to work. Kenji had been relaxing lately, after his stint in Vegas he had returned to his home of Compton, where he lived in isolation, still rollin' with the American Dragons. Damn, I should stop doing this shit, I never get anything when I'm fried. That was true. Right now he didn't understand what the memo said, so he read it a couple more times until finally...
YO!
He exhaled and sat forward in his chair swiftly, the realization of the letter finally getting to him. Kenji had a tendency to overthink things, and now was no exception. Finally, a chance to beat some asses again, been waitin' for this shit since Vegas died.
Yo Hammer, you know what this is?
What?
XWA is comin' back soon. I needed a real paycheck, this trappin' shit aint half of what I made wrestlin'.
Yea well, don't fuck around and getcha ass beat all the time like last ti-
Shut the fuck up. This is a good thing, don't ruin it.
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Osiris
XWA Superstar
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Post by Osiris on Dec 23, 2011 2:57:16 GMT -5
Over the last year, Osiris had kept himself busy. Not as busy as previous years where he worked for 8 promotions at a time, but still getting work done. When he had heard that XWA was coming back, he brushed it off as a rumor and nothing more, having had something similar happen to him already during the year. That is till he got the letter.
After receiving his letter, Osiris was ready to return. But first he had to take care of his mail. By setting it on fire of course. Watching the paper turn black and turn in on itself before becoming ash, he felt his own flame within himself to rise.
"It does not matter who is the new CEO, I will do what I've always done. Work towards my goals, take down anything that stands in my way. Should they persist, they shall be extinguished."
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Mustang
XWA Superstar
born unto trouble
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Post by Mustang on Dec 29, 2011 1:26:34 GMT -5
making the long walk down to the mail box was a weekly thing for mustang when he was on his ranch, the wild horse ranch sat in a area in Texas that looked like it was straight from the old west, mustang who some figured was born in the wrong era followed the old west kind of thinking.
as he opened the mail box and went though the bills, letters, he stopped and opened the one marked with the XWA headquarters address on the front.
yadda yadda yadda
he skimmed over the new ownership part a smirk peaked out from under his handlebar mustache
back to work...bout damn time.
mustang made his way back to the house in the middle of the ranch figuring he had another month or so untill he had to leave the ranch.
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