President_Alyssa
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 Posted June 4th, 2009 11:34 PM IP   
(We open up inside the home of Andy Cortinovis. There, inside the living room, we see Alyssa Ferro, lying on the couch with the International Title around her stomach, and Centurion, lying back in a recliner. They are both asleep, watching old episodes of NCIS, and the physical toll on both of their bodies is visible. Into the room walks Nikita and Abby.)
Abby: Awe, look at them. It’s like a couple of puppies sleeping after a long day of exercise. Should we wake them?
Nikita: Yeah….but let’s have some fun with this one. I have a plan.
(Nikita whispers something in Abby’s ear, and Abby gets a big grin on her face. The two walk away for a few moments. We hear some shuffling and rustling, then some sexy music comes on in the background. Alyssa and Centurion both stir, and as they do, they see Abby and Nikita in sexy sleepwear. The two begin to lap dance on their prospective partners. A very happy looking Alyssa and a very confused looking Centurion glance over at each other, as Nikita and Abby start to kiss Centurion and Alyssa, respectfully. Alyssa, in one motion, picks up Abby and the two, while laughing, walk to the back room, up the stairs, and into the spare bedroom. Alyssa and Abby collapse on the bed, laughing the entire time.)
Alyssa: What was THAT all about?
Abby: I needed to wake you up, and I thought that that might be the best way to do so. Don’t look at me, it was Nikita’s idea!
Alyssa: I figured as much. Though it was a good idea. You got me all hot and bothered…
Abby: Easy, Lyss. You just fireman’s carried me up a flight of stairs. After the beating you took Thursday, you should relax a little bit before we get to gettin’, if you will.
Alyssa: Get to gettin’? Are you trying to be hip or something?
Abby: Shut up, you know I’m cool.
(Abby slowly removes Alyssa’s shirt. She upbottons it and takes it off, and underneath the shirt we see a white bra, as well as bruises all over Alyssa’s arms and chest. Abby unbottons’s Alyssa’s jeans and takes them off, as well, and there we see a matching pair of underwear as well as bruises down Alyssa’s legs. Abby rubs her hands over the bruises, from the match, and the cuts along Alyssa’s arms, which have been self-afflicted.)
Abby: Poor thing. You must be really sore.
Alyssa: Ugh, more then you can imagine. My back is in a lot of pain, and my arms are just throbbing right now. It wouldn’t be nearly as bad if Jose decided not to come out and do what he did.
Abby: I know, I was watching that…or, should I say, not watching that. I had my eyes covered the entire time. I can’t believe he did something like that. What was his motivation?
Alyssa: He wants my title. Now that I’m a title holder again, I’m a marked lady. It’s amazing how many people hate you when you win a title.
Abby: Well, I don’t like it. Is he going to attack you every day until he wins the title?
Alyssa: Maybe. Who knows. All I know is that when I get in the ring with him, one on one, I’m not going to let him win. He’s never beaten me one on one, and he never will. Guaranteed.
Abby: Guarantying something like that is tough. Jose is a tough competitor. He’s pinned you before.
Alyssa: With a fuckin’ shopping cart on my chest! That’s a completely different story. If we fought, one on one, without the involvement of outside weapons, then that would have never happened.
Abby: Well, whatever it is, he’s pinned you before. I would just be cautious. He’s got you targeted, and he’s not going to stop until he takes from you what is yours.
(At that point, Abby stands up.)
Abby: I’m going to go down to the living room for a drink real quick. You stay here. I’ll be right back.
(Abby walks out of the room, leaving a sore Alyssa lying on the bed. Alyssa, instead of sitting up and looking right into the camera, just lays right on the bed and speaks.)
Alyssa: Normally, I’m one to sit up and look right into the camera. Unfortunately, I am so sore from my match last week that I can hardly move. Therefore, I’m just going to lie here and allow the rest of the TWC to listen to my words.
Now, I’m not going to speak much on my match last week. I didn’t want to fight Mia in the match that we had, but I had no choice. Mia wanted to fight, and a fight I gave her. So, I walked out of Border Clash with the International Title, but not without me feeling a little lost inside.
Mia, I’m sorry for the way things went down, but you gave me no choice. I wish we could have solved this in a better manor, but since you wanted to prove it in the ring, that’s what we did, and I showed the world that I was the best female wrestler in the TWC.
That title USED to belong to here. Let’s be honest, you were the one all the other female wrestlers wished they were. Aurora Frost, Roxy Nova, hell…all the women who came into the TWC had to challenge you for female supremacy. However, that title has been taken away from you. I wish you luck, and I hope you can become a great, high class competitor again some day, but right now, the title of the “alpha female”…and God knows how much I hate that title…has been taken from you.
That might be why Jose Chavez decided to come back and attack me. She probably got sand in his vagina and felt threatened by the fact that there was a female who was doing better then she was doing before she left, so she decided to come back and attack me. Real classy.
She’s not my main focus right now, however. I’m sure at the next pay per view, we will face off again. Until then, however, I can’t worry about her, and she will have to do what she has to do in order to stay relevant.
This week, I get to take on Keeper, a man who is so ancient, he makes Centurion look like a young kid. He’s decided to team up with Bigg Rigg and Big Shank in an attempt to recreate the Flatline Crew and recreate the glory days of the TWC. Well, here’s the problem with that.
After seeing Keeper’s recent performances, I don’t think he could EVER recreate the glory days of the TWC. I mean, he once had some talent, and I gave him the benefit of the doubt at one point, but now…nah. He’s pretty much washed up.
I know that’s a stereotype, but let me use my proof. First of all, Keeper has only won like, two matches since he came back to the XWF…one against a jobber, and another in his third short against Hawkeye. And while the victory against Hawkeye was pretty impressive, it doesn’t take away from his horrendous record as of late. One win does not take away from the overall body of work.
It’s funny, because Keeper brings up our tag team match. He says that he was watching me, and he say me getting my ass handed to me and losing to John Rogan, costing him a Streetfight Title match. What the fuck match was Keeper watching?!
Because, from where I was sitting, I saw Keeper getting his ass handed to him from Hawkeye and costing ME my World Title match. If it wasn’t for Keeper, I may be World Champion right now, and while Hawkeye granted Keeper a rematch, I never got my shot against Andrew Clash. So, everything worked out in the end for Keeper, but I get the short end of the stick.
Normally, I would attribute that to ****phobia, but I’m past that. I’m more attributing that to overall douchbiginess at the hands of Mr. Balls and the members of the Flatline Crew. Centurion warned me about this, and now I’m sure of it. If it weren’t for James Raven, the TWC would be dead right now.
So, right now I get my chance to defeat Keeper, and take out member #1 of the Flatline Crew. Personally, I don’t have a big issue with them, but if they keep trying to take me out for some unknown reason, then they’re going to become my issue. Right now, as long as they stay out of the way of the war between me and Jose Chavez, then I have no need to take up arms against them.
Keeper just so happens to be an annoyance, and in order to feel better about myself, I must take out the man that cost me a shot at the World Title. That, and Keeper is just plain uneducated about lesbians, and he needs to know just how good of fighters we really are.
Keeper, you’re not going to win this match. Let’s be honest here – you haven’t been back to form since you came out of retirement. You won a match against Hawkeye…congratulations. You’re the new Streetfight Champion. Embrace it. This is a feeling you haven’t had in a long time.
But you keep using your previous success as a reason for future success, and that is a mistake. Just because you won the World Title 10 years ago means nothing for the TWC today. In fact, all it means is that you were successful a long time ago, and now you’re just trying to relive past glory.
When I beat you in the ring, I will show Jose Chavez and the rest of the world that I am a force to be reckoned with. It’s about time that I get the respect I deserve, and starting this week, I will get it. Stay tight, Keeper, because you’re about to meet your…FINAL…
…wait, that isn’t my line. Shit!
(Alyssa slaps her pillow as the camera cuts.)
W/L/D 7/7/0
2x and current International Champion
1x Streetfight Champion
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