Post by Electra Stevens on May 28, 2012 8:34:31 GMT -5
The security guard looks up slowly from his magazine as the leather clad woman walks past, her heeled boots clacking loudly on the floor. All he sees as she walks past is the long black legs and the feathered wand swinging from her wrist. His jaw instantly drops.
The woman continues her journey into the back halls of NYCCW, causing heads to poke out of offices as she saunters by.
She makes it to the locker rooms and roster members are staring as well. They’d never seen this woman, someone they know, look particularly like that. At one point she looks over her shoulder at the men staring and winks behind her dark rimmed eye glasses. More jaws drop. She wiggles her fingers at them and continues until she reaches an interview area setup by London Williams.
“Hi London.” She stops and London is busy looking over a stack of notes on the table in front of her.
“Hi Lexi. Have a seat. I’m sorry I’m so unorganized today….” She shuffles the papers together and finally looks up and her hand goes to her mouth in shock. “What that fu…….”
“Am I wearing?” Lexi says, spinning around flirtatiously. “My war paint.” She takes a seat in an old lazy boy with worn suede arm rests and crosses one long leather clad leg over the other and starts to tap the feathered wand on her knee.
“This isn’t like you at all….” London is still trying to wrap her head around the woman wearing a leather cat suit with boots that went up to her knees.
“No, I know. This is the old me.”
“The old you…Lexi, there was nothing wrong with the other you….”
Lexi smiles from ear to ear. “See I found something out recently, the old Lexi got walked all over. She had trailer trash whores and big nosed freaks take advantage of her. I nearly lost Drake because of that tramp.”
“You were just doing what you thought was right. No one blames you for that. You found Drake….by the way Lexi…who’s with Drake right now…..”
“The Nurse from the hospital. Don’t get me wrong London. I’m not turning heel. No…that part of my life is over. I couldn’t be that cruel again…no this is simply a one time attraction. Brought back by special request so that I can use it to beat the living piss out of that two timing….” She stops herself and smiles sweetly. “Well I’m here to do that interview for you.”
“Right….well….” London motions for the gawking cameraman to start the film.
“So tell us how you feel, being the newest All-action champion?”
“It’s awesome.” Lexi smiles. “It’s a great accomplishment for me, finally after so long. When I was with my old fed, I almost won a belt but lost and then I was so beaten from my defeat that I decided to retire and I thought that was the end of my dreams of gold…but not so. I’ve come back stronger than ever.”
“What about your defeat over Metallica Evans? Isn’t she your friend and room-mate?”
“Yes, she is my friend and I hope that we can still continue to be friends. What goes on in that ring is totally separate from our personal lives. I plan, once Drake has recovered, on talking to her and hashing out any problems there may be.”
“If she requested a re-match would you give it to her?”
“That’s not up to me but yes; I would give her a rematch if she wanted it.”
“So about your upcoming match with Laura Tavares…and the clause attached to it if she should win?”
“It’s absolute bullshit.” London puts a hand over the mic.
“Lexi….please language….”
“Cut it out later. The woman is a travesty to this business. Me along with others were actually concerned about her well being and she used that as a way to deploy her little plot, catching me off guard, keeping me from going to my boyfriend who was in crisis. People can think whatever the hell they want about me; I don’t give a flying shit. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m real easy to be friends with but double cross me and you better watch your back.”
“We also wanted to ask you about the new poster that was released after Manhattan Massacre, for the June PPV, Caged aggression. How do you feel about being the poster girl?”
Lexi laughed. “Why shouldn’t I be on the poster? I am the sexiest woman in NYCCW. Rage can say whatever he wants about Laura; she doesn’t have 42 inches of pure bred Canadian sex appeal.” She stands and puts a spiked heel on the coffee table in front of London, whose mouth drops open in shock. She unzips the boot to reveal the perfect tanned calf. “Eat your heart out.”
She zips it back up and sits back down. “They don’t call me the weapon of mass seduction for nothing.” She raises an eyebrow over the dark eye glasses.
“Right…” London clears her throat, uncomfortable.
“So can you tell us anything about the newest roster member Justin Fischer? Rumour has it that you and he are close….”
Lexi smirks at the sudden blush to London’s cheeks
“Why London, do you have a crush?”
“NO…no of course not….”
She smiles before going serious,” I have nothing to say about Justin right now. He’s gone way too far and I will take care of him, just not right now.”
“And how is Drake’s condition?”
“He’s recovering well.”
There are a couple minutes of awkward silence. London had expected Lexi to be more candid.
“Do you have anything else to add in regards to your match on Saturday?”
“Oh yes….” Lexi smiles and leans in toward the camera. “Be warned Laura. I am not your average Diva. This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you. I am going to make you pay for everything and after that, I’ll take you out with a cloud 9…something new I’ve been working on. You got an advantage over me last week but you won’t get one again. The Bitch…is back for a one time engagement and you’re going to be the object of my aggression.”
She winks at the camera before smiling. She thanks London, stands and leaves the interview room. The men still in the locker rooms all peak out of the doors after her. Lexi spins around and clicks her tongue.
“Now boys….you know I’m a kept woman….naughty….” she blows a kiss and continues down the hallway, leaving the men watching her with jaws hanging open.
The woman continues her journey into the back halls of NYCCW, causing heads to poke out of offices as she saunters by.
She makes it to the locker rooms and roster members are staring as well. They’d never seen this woman, someone they know, look particularly like that. At one point she looks over her shoulder at the men staring and winks behind her dark rimmed eye glasses. More jaws drop. She wiggles her fingers at them and continues until she reaches an interview area setup by London Williams.
“Hi London.” She stops and London is busy looking over a stack of notes on the table in front of her.
“Hi Lexi. Have a seat. I’m sorry I’m so unorganized today….” She shuffles the papers together and finally looks up and her hand goes to her mouth in shock. “What that fu…….”
“Am I wearing?” Lexi says, spinning around flirtatiously. “My war paint.” She takes a seat in an old lazy boy with worn suede arm rests and crosses one long leather clad leg over the other and starts to tap the feathered wand on her knee.
“This isn’t like you at all….” London is still trying to wrap her head around the woman wearing a leather cat suit with boots that went up to her knees.
“No, I know. This is the old me.”
“The old you…Lexi, there was nothing wrong with the other you….”
Lexi smiles from ear to ear. “See I found something out recently, the old Lexi got walked all over. She had trailer trash whores and big nosed freaks take advantage of her. I nearly lost Drake because of that tramp.”
“You were just doing what you thought was right. No one blames you for that. You found Drake….by the way Lexi…who’s with Drake right now…..”
“The Nurse from the hospital. Don’t get me wrong London. I’m not turning heel. No…that part of my life is over. I couldn’t be that cruel again…no this is simply a one time attraction. Brought back by special request so that I can use it to beat the living piss out of that two timing….” She stops herself and smiles sweetly. “Well I’m here to do that interview for you.”
“Right….well….” London motions for the gawking cameraman to start the film.
“So tell us how you feel, being the newest All-action champion?”
“It’s awesome.” Lexi smiles. “It’s a great accomplishment for me, finally after so long. When I was with my old fed, I almost won a belt but lost and then I was so beaten from my defeat that I decided to retire and I thought that was the end of my dreams of gold…but not so. I’ve come back stronger than ever.”
“What about your defeat over Metallica Evans? Isn’t she your friend and room-mate?”
“Yes, she is my friend and I hope that we can still continue to be friends. What goes on in that ring is totally separate from our personal lives. I plan, once Drake has recovered, on talking to her and hashing out any problems there may be.”
“If she requested a re-match would you give it to her?”
“That’s not up to me but yes; I would give her a rematch if she wanted it.”
“So about your upcoming match with Laura Tavares…and the clause attached to it if she should win?”
“It’s absolute bullshit.” London puts a hand over the mic.
“Lexi….please language….”
“Cut it out later. The woman is a travesty to this business. Me along with others were actually concerned about her well being and she used that as a way to deploy her little plot, catching me off guard, keeping me from going to my boyfriend who was in crisis. People can think whatever the hell they want about me; I don’t give a flying shit. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m real easy to be friends with but double cross me and you better watch your back.”
“We also wanted to ask you about the new poster that was released after Manhattan Massacre, for the June PPV, Caged aggression. How do you feel about being the poster girl?”
Lexi laughed. “Why shouldn’t I be on the poster? I am the sexiest woman in NYCCW. Rage can say whatever he wants about Laura; she doesn’t have 42 inches of pure bred Canadian sex appeal.” She stands and puts a spiked heel on the coffee table in front of London, whose mouth drops open in shock. She unzips the boot to reveal the perfect tanned calf. “Eat your heart out.”
She zips it back up and sits back down. “They don’t call me the weapon of mass seduction for nothing.” She raises an eyebrow over the dark eye glasses.
“Right…” London clears her throat, uncomfortable.
“So can you tell us anything about the newest roster member Justin Fischer? Rumour has it that you and he are close….”
Lexi smirks at the sudden blush to London’s cheeks
“Why London, do you have a crush?”
“NO…no of course not….”
She smiles before going serious,” I have nothing to say about Justin right now. He’s gone way too far and I will take care of him, just not right now.”
“And how is Drake’s condition?”
“He’s recovering well.”
There are a couple minutes of awkward silence. London had expected Lexi to be more candid.
“Do you have anything else to add in regards to your match on Saturday?”
“Oh yes….” Lexi smiles and leans in toward the camera. “Be warned Laura. I am not your average Diva. This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you. I am going to make you pay for everything and after that, I’ll take you out with a cloud 9…something new I’ve been working on. You got an advantage over me last week but you won’t get one again. The Bitch…is back for a one time engagement and you’re going to be the object of my aggression.”
She winks at the camera before smiling. She thanks London, stands and leaves the interview room. The men still in the locker rooms all peak out of the doors after her. Lexi spins around and clicks her tongue.
“Now boys….you know I’m a kept woman….naughty….” she blows a kiss and continues down the hallway, leaving the men watching her with jaws hanging open.