Post by BonnieBlue on Jan 8, 2020 13:01:47 GMT -5
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HAPPY NEW YEAR right? Not when you have been locked away in rehab for a failed drug test. While people like Lilianna Rose glorified drug use, I was locked away for it. My name is Lucy Sixx but you in APW already know who I am. 2020 came in with a bang, for most, but my big bang was yet to come. I was the first ever APW Junior Heavyweight Champion and now was my opportunity to make everything better. With the departure of 2019, and the departure of Dean Wolf, opportunity was on the horizon for someone, ANYONE, to step forward and become the APW World Champion. January 6th I would make my return to Alpha Pro Wrestling and I would do it in style, by becoming the number one contender to face off with Smith Jones for the APW World Title."
As I sat there, smiling from ear to ear I had a look at the competitors I was up against. They weren't prepared for me to come in and dominate this match. They were not prepared for me to show up at all.
"As I look at this list I see not much has changed in the months I have been gone. some familiar names are still here. Let's start with Mr North American Champion himself, Zombie "Shove an eight ball up my ass" McMorris. I get forced into rehab while guys like him can do no wrong. What is the difference? Is it because I have tits? Zombie, guys like you make me sick and make me embarrassed to be in this business. Last year I was a rookie. I barely lost any matches and then I was forced to undergo "treatment" for drugs. All the while you are allowed to hold titles and be pushed to the moon and back. And for what? Ratings? Social Media reactions? You see Zombie, we are not so different, you and I. We both like to party and have a good time yet one of us is seen as a hero and the other is vilified. It is not hard to see which is which. It is obvious that you are coddled like a nursing newborn by Irina and that is ok. It will make it all the sweeter when I toss your ass over the top rope and make you realize that I am the Queen of Narcotics."
Fact of the matter was, I was pissed off. I was so over being treated like garbage and tossed to the curb. I was going to stand up for what I believed in. I was going to make sure I won this matchup.
"That brings me to the man holding the title that I brought prestige to, Alex Scott. Alex, what makes you think you can win this? I mean, you don't have a great track record when it comes to battle royals. I mean, you tried your hand in Trinity Wrestling and got wasted. Your whole career is like a battle royal and you just can't win. You are someone who needs to realize that you are old news. You are someone who needs to realize that this sport isn't for everyone. Not everyone can win the big one and the only reason you are holding MY title is that I got shipped off. I would have won that title back and never let it go. I have my focus on bigger and better things now. I have my focus on Smith Jones and the World Title and I will be damned if I let a peon like you stop me in my tracks."
I kept glancing over the competitors. Sure anyone could enter but a name on the list stood out at me. I clinched my fist as I looked at it.
"Fucking Osbourne. The one man who has been a thorn in my side since day fucking one in this company. I could not evade him before being sent to rehab and of course he is in the fucking first match I have back in Alpha Pro. Once upon a time a green rookie named Lucy came into APW and defeated Stephen Osbourne TWICE to become the Junior Heavyweight Champion. My demons then took over me. I am not the same fucking rookie. I am a veteran who is smart enough and talented enough to overcome your presence. No one in their right mind thinks you will win this match, Osbourne. You are still a disgusting perv who reminds me of the Mucinex Booger Man more than a professional wrestler. Pick and flick, Ozzy, Pick...and...flick!"
I had to switch gears. Just thinking about Osbourne was making me feel like I was losing a few brain cells.
"I see The Raging Dead has made his way here. Being in rehab sometimes they would let us watch some Action Wrestling. I saw as Raging Dead went and took the fuck over the Cruiserweight Division... Big fucking deal. You are an old man who likes to hurt people. I am a year into my career and I am already better than you grandpa. What have you done? Go into a company and throw a bunch of Ant Man sized fucks over a rope... oh wait... you lost the battle royal. You lost so you ran here where, guess what Sherlock, you are going to lose again. Want to know what is worse than an old ancient wrestler? An old ancient wrestler who means nothing to this business. When you are done, Dead, what will your legacy be? I had a great rookie year and I will get even better. You have peaked. You are plateauing all while my stock is on the rise. I am three months sober, and I am seeing things more clearly than I ever have before. Sometimes you have to take a step back to skyrocket to success. I have the jetpack strapped to my back and I am shooting for the motherfucking stars. Raging Dead, I will knock you the fuck out, and I don't care if you think you are some hot shit because I see right fucking through you. I see that you are using cockiness to cover up your lack of confidence. Losing that battle royal stung a little didn't it. Well I am not a mere bee that will sting you. I am a fucking succubus that will suck the life from your bleeding soul. Dead won't be just a nickname when I am done with you and you will be far from raging."
I shook my head as I continued down the list.
"Speaking of Action Wrestling, I see the shortest reigning World Champion in history, FPV, is in this bitch. Hey Frank, how did it feel making Lissie Hope seem relevant? You just had to let her title reign outshine yours. What did you gain from your title win? As far as I can see you don't have a rematch scheduled. Hell, a returning Odin Balfore gets a shot before you. That has to hurt your pathetic little ego doesn't it? So like the previous former champion that I mentioned. You ran here. In hopes of getting an easy victory and get a title run that actually means something. No one counted on me being in this match. Hell, I am not even listed on the card. Many people say it is because I am forgotten, oh no, it is because I like the element of surprise. A black widow attacks better when unnoticed. I don't want you all to know I am going to strike, but boy am I. I am going to make everyone in this rumble fear for their careers, fear for their very lives! I don't care who the favorite is. I don't care how betting in Vegas is going. All I care about is winning the damn thing. My guess is that when the dust settles, FPV will be DOA and out of the company just like Dean Wolf. Just like Lilianna Rose. Just like Damien Kaine."
I took a drag off of my cigarette.
"As it pertains to World Champions that don't matter, let's talk about Noble Savage. The woman that single handedly killed the WCF. A woman who thought she was taking over the roster when all she did was make ratings tank and put the company out of it's misery. The same Noble Savage who lost to Kennedy Matthews and ran from Action Wrestling. What's wrong Noble? Can't admit you were beaten fair and square and so you run to any company that will take you. You run and you run and you think you have it all figured out. You think you have solidified your path back to the top. What happens when your past catches up to you? What happens when you realize that you cannot run from who you are? I tried to wipe my slate clean. For myself. For Francesca. For my own health. My demons caught me and I was once again under their spell. Moral of the story, Noble, is you can run but you can't fucking hide. My child deserves the best and I will be damned if I let her see me lose to a nobody like you. You were World Champion in WCF when ANYONE could have been World Champion. You were World Champion, when WCF was already fucking doomed."
I sat straight up and puffed on my cigarette as I looked at the names again.
"There was once a boy named Flop. Who kept getting caught by the balls. He shrieked with fright or perhaps delight as he realized his balls were cut off. Flop, on a serious note this wanna be William Shakespeare shit has got to stop. No one truly likes it. They are laughing at you NOT with you. They are seeing you for the joke you are. They are seeing you for what you are. You are not a wrestler you are a borderline sex offender. I thought it was bad enough having Steven Osbourne here but you two should just start a tag team called Megan's Law."
I shuddered just thinking about it.
"Actually don't do that. You both have a hard enough time getting over that would just kill ANY overness you had. It would also set a dangerous precedent for Alpha Pro and I rather like working here, when they aren't punishing me for things that others freely are allowed to do. You see, Flop. You are from the Long and Lonely Highway and maybe there is a reason for that. Maybe it is because you are a fucking moron."
Continuing down the list another name caught my eye.
"Lex Collins. Another former World Champion from a company that doesn't fucking matter. Trinity Wrestling folded because they couldn't hang with the likes of Alpha Pro. They knew that. You being a champion for them just shows what you are. It shows just why you used to be called the Nomad. You are a wanderer. A nobody. A vagabond. You don't deserve to be in the limelight. I have been in the limelight for a while. I made headline news, albeith for bad reasons, but no such thing as bad publicity right? People know me. They want to cheer for me. I am the underdog in their eyes but in my eyes I am the absolute favorite. I simply will walk away with this win."
I heard the sounds of lasers on the television in the other room followed by Francesca laughing.
"Even the 3 year old knows that pew pew pew pow pow pow is a joke. Isn't that right Lazer? You want to be the feel good story. Last time I was here you were carted off and gone. You are going to have the same thing happen on Metal. You just are not good enough. You just can't get it done. Lazer, why do you do this shit to yourself? Why do you continue to put yourself through the pain and agony of yet another defeat? Why do you think you can compete with us? Because your track record proves otherwise."
I finished my cigarette as I put it out in the ashtray in front of me. I ran my hand through my half red, half black two toned hair. I looked into the camera as I looked a little more possessed for lack of better words.
"I am the best person to walk out of this match. I am the greatest challenge that Smith Jones doesn't want to see. I am the darkness that his light doesn't truly want. I am the beast that is causing him burden. Admit it Smith, you don't want to face me. I am not the same animal I was before. I am uncaged and I am more focused than ever before. If I was focused and clean a few months ago, no one would have been able to stop me. As I sit before you, I am completely over who I used to be. I am completely revamped. I am completely free of the burdens I carried for so long. I am not doing this to be a role model any longer. I am not doing this for rehab. I am doing this because I love it. I love the anguish in the faces of my opponents. I love watching the pain as I push them to their limits and beyond. I look around the state of Alpha Pro and it is obvious that a little bit of darkness is needed. I am the darkness but I may be too much darkness than what ANYONE is prepared for. Call a shrink, call a God Damned Exorcist for the demons are about to be unleashed on the annals of the Alpha Pro universe. I want to show APW what they have been fucking missing. Dean Wolf was your chosen champion? Look at what he did. He took his fucking ball and went home. I am back and I am loyal and I will represent the company more than anyone. I have been here since day fucking one and there is simply no one who can say that. The more I look around at APW and what is has become, it sickens me. This place used to be so innovative, the land of fucking opportunities. Now it is let's see how many has beens we can shove into one show. The Dean Wolf's. The FPV's. The Raging Deads. This company is for people like me. I am an APW original and I bleed for this company. I have changed my life for this company and no one is going to take that from me. The more I think about it the angrier I get and the angrier I get the more I want to hurt you all. I will harness the anger and save it for Monday Night Metal. There is no one more metal, than Full Metal... Lucy Sixx. Come January 6th it may be a new year, but it is the same outcome and that is Lucy Sixx standing tall. My hand raised to the sky and my boots on the throats of my opponents. Keep in mind, I may have changed in attitude and in looks but I am the same wrestler and I will show that I will be the NEXT APW World Champion. Smith, I will see you soon. To the others, I will see you sooner."
I cackled maniacally as the scene faded to black.
