Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 17, 2013 22:47:03 GMT -6
**Ways to Send a Message**
As the Ignite video comes to an end, the camera pans along the sea of fans, who cheer for their favorite competitors. Signs are lifted high into the air, showcasing certain phrases that involve words such as: "Show Stealing", "God's will be done", "Detroit's Ice Viper", and so on. The view then lands on the commentators' table, as they Jill is first to speak...
Jill Matthews: Hello everyone, we're live at the U.S Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio... ready for what is now Ignite 148! And what an Ignite it will be!
Vince Walters: I'll give you that, Jill. With matches like the Virus versus Inkt, a TA title match, Iser versus Johnny Stylez, the Second Round of Terrordome Qualifying matches, a main event fight for the World title with Colt versus Valora, and hell Ryan Pugh versus our kickass boss, Jesse Styles-
Jill Matthews: No need to brown-nose, Vince.
Vince Walters: You would know all about having your face in someone's ass, wouldn't you?
Jill Matthews: Your comebacks are stupid.
Vince Walters: Just like your sad attempts at flirting!
Jill Matthews: ...I'm NOT flirting with you! UGH! Anyway, we also have a few other matches that are sure t-
Jill is cut off as suddenly the arena's lights fade to a slight sapphire glow, immersing the crowd, as smoke of the same color floods out from the entrance. The soft tune of 'Alice Alice' by Victim Effect begins to trickle through the speakers, the fans whispering amongst themselves before the first verse plays eerily throughout the arena, and the lights traveling very slowly with the beat.
"Should we yet document audacity, your last allegations we write.
With yet another man-made miracle, this borders on the spiritual...
It's time... we came... to fight.
And should we open our eyes, then we'd know... that the lines we once drew in the sand turned to stone.
If we ever held back what we write... then our message is clear, my dear.
It all ends tonight."
As the music picks up, the lights travel to the top of the ramp, and they dim, as a figure steps out. The music seems to cut off, and suddenly blasts as the lights blindingly flash back on...
"Alice Alice, the.. Queen is raging!
The... Cheshire cat with the smiling fading!
A pawn! Eight, squares. Now, her... majesty.
Oh we're curious to know which hole you followed the white rabbit doowwn!"
The music continues to play but is drowned out by the hesitant boos of the fans. Standing at the top of the ramp near the curtain is NEW VP of Operations, the Queen of Xtreme herself... Vanessa! She sports a black leather mini dress with a single red heart on the left side. On her feet are half-calf boots, wrapped in chains. As the crowd continues to send negativity her way, V calmly strolls down the ramp, ignoring them. She slides under the bottom rope and pops to her feet, doing her signature curtsy before gesturing for a mic from a ring aid. Once receiving it, she begins speaking...
Vanessa: Ugh, really? That's how you announce the matches for this week? By listing them off? For Athena's sake, do you idiots not know how to send a message? I mean sure, there are many ways to do so... but only certain ones actually make said message it sink in, kay?
The crowds' booing increases, as we see Jill roll her eyes and Vince grin widely. But V continues speaking before either have a chance to.
Vanessa: Well here's a message that might stick to you like superglue. The Queen is ever-so bored with simply being around in NEW. You could say she's ehm... "raging"... and maybe "it's time we came to fight"...
Jill Matthews: She... isn't...
Vince Matthews: Oh my god...
Vanessa: Is the message melded to your minds yet boys and girls? Or should I spell it out for y-
"You! Do you know that Bad Girls go to HELL?"
Just as the commentators had been, Vanessa herself is now cut off as 'Whore' by Get Scared suddenly blasts from the speakers. Vince practically jumps to his feet in excitement, as Jill groans in annoyance. Out stalks the Baddest Bitch herself... half-sister of Vanessa... Cera. The barely clothed, leather-clad woman walks slowly, methodically down the ramp, receiving not only negativity, but things thrown at her and threats from nearby fans. In one of her hands is a mic, and in the other... a rather infamous warhammer. It's a thicker warhammer, stained with a crimson color that would never fully fade. But it seems that this weapon got an upgrade since we last saw Cera use it. On the top, where the spike is, we can see small scraps of sharp steel melded into it, flowering out. The sharper end of the head has obviously been sharpened, and also branches out with those scraps of sharp steel. And finally the blunt end of the warhammer, used the most, seems to have thick, wild barbed wire embedded into it to the point that it's basically a part of the weapon itself.
Jill Matthews: ...that looks rather scary.
Vince Walters: I don't get why she doesn't just use her knife...
Jill Matthews: Uh, because stabbing people is illegal?!
Vince Walters: And hitting them with THAT isn't?!?
As the commentators continue bickering back and forth, the music stops abruptly and Cera pauses near the end of the ramp. A nearby fan throws his bag of popcorn at her, and it slaps the Baddest Bitch in the side of the head. She continues staring ahead for a moment, piece of the snack sticking to her hair, before she slowly turns her head to gaze in his direction. The crowd begins to slowly quiet down, when suddenly... Cera flips her warhammer into the air, catches it by the head, and whips the handle into the face of the man who'd thrown the popcorn!! He flips to the ground, as the fans go into hysterics, the people nearest to her backing away in fright as Jill yells out...
Jill Matthews: HEY! She can't do that!! What the hell?!
Vince Walters: She can do whatever the fuck she wants, so shut up Jill! She's the Baddest Bitch for a reason! And anyway, that's just foreplay for her...
Jill Matthews: That's sick.
Vince Walters: That's Cera.
Cera: ....be.... quiet....
The eerily calm yet obviously agitated Cera speaks into the mic in her hand through clenched teeth. Jill and Vince stop talking, as the Baddest Bitch continues in that tense voice.
Cera: Who the fuck is falling for your little act? "I'm oh-so threatening... I hate the fans"... weren't you once their best friend? Weren't you once so cheery and... loved? Fuck you, Vanessa. You crave attention. You strive to grasp any form of fame, either positive or negative, to make yourself seem more important. We all know... that once I began my wrestling career in your place... I stole your worth, little by little. And now? I've risen above you. And I won't let you try to regain any power. So... you were babbling about sending a message, you stupid bint? Heh... this is how you do it...
Suddenly she bursts forward and slides under the bottom rope, mic having dropped to the ground while her warhammer remained in her grasp. The Baddest Bitch takes a swing at the Queen, who quickly backs up to avoid it, then ducks another swing. She goes for a low blow, but Cera stops swinging and whips a leg up into her half-sister! Vanessa gasps, before she's suddenly met with an uppercut. She stumbles back, and Cera calmly twirls her warhammer once in her right hand, around in a wide circle... before whipping it into V's side. The blunt side slams into the other woman, and we see the barbed wire rip into Vanessa's flesh, and she falls to the mat, now bleeding. But Cera doesn't stop her assault, as she slams the sharp end into V's back! The crowd is going hysterical, yet no one seems willing to help the Queen.
Jill Matthews: Where is security?!
Vince Walters: Knowing Cera, she probably got her weird ass friend Jen to distract them or stop them from coming out somehow.
Jill Matthews: This... this is bullshit!! I don't like the new Vanessa but I can't STAND Cera!! She's ruining the start of our show!!!
The Baddest Bitch is ignoring the commentators as she continues her assault, using the blunt end with the barbed wire to rip at the skin on Vanessa's back! The Queen is desperately trying to escape, but is in far too much agony. She's bleeding out and slowly losing consciousness as Cera, her eyes wild and expression crazed, lifts the warhammer again, sharp end poised and aimed for V's head... when suddenly the lights go out.
Jill Matthews: A black out? What the hell!?
Vince Walters: Want to cling to me?
Jill Matthews: Fuck yo—
A few moments pass and a couple shrieks are heard from within the audience. The lights suddenly flip on. Cera has vanished but the sight in the ring is Seth Iser with the wounded Vanessa around his arms while he’s posing in the crucifix! The crowd gives a very mixed reaction though it gets increasingly negative as time passes on. The expression on his face is stoic…relatively unemotional but the eyes show a glint of rage to them.
Jill Matthews: What the hell is Seth Iser…
Vince Walters: From one demon that I liked looking at to another demon of sorts that almost nobody likes.
Iser hasn’t even moved a muscle as what few cheers he did have ended up turning into boos. Its almost as if his eyes are by doing nothing…searching for something or someone.
Jill Matthews: I’m…going to get to the bottom of this.
Jill Matthews exits the announce table and its one of those rare times Walters shows a little concern over Jill considering who she’s about to talk to. She then approaches Iser but it looks like he’s completely uninterested in speaking with her…his expression and face are elsewhere.
Jill Matthews: Seth…what the hell happened here after the lights went out?
Iser finally eyeballs Jill in that same, unemotional way. Jill taps her foot on the canvas in inpatience as the look on Iser construes whatever words he wants to…cold, unemotional yet a hint of rage within those eyes. Soon the lights vanish a second time.
Vince Walters: What the hell? I don’t want to be alone or have Jill replaced by a guy in a sausage fest.
A couple moments pass before illumination returns to the arena. Jill is still in the ring and completely unharmed but both Seth Iser and Vanessa have vanished. An audible gasp is heard throughout as Jill shakes her head out of disappointment but oddly enough sighing with relief. We soon cut away as Jill starts to head toward the announce table to continue her duties.