Post by Wren on Jun 18, 2012 21:51:34 GMT -5
Waking up in a ragged looking recliner in a hotel room with a snort, Wren Silverphoenix wipes the drool from the corner of her mouth. Grabbing the popcorn from her lap, Wren sets it on the floor, hits pause on the VCR to stop the tape of the other GWE superstars she had been watching and yawns and stretches.
Wow, that was the most boring and pathetic bunch of crap that I've ever seen. Just the thing however if you need to catch a few Z's.
Hopping out of the chair, Wren starts doing jumping jacks to get her blood flowing again and than grabs another tape and pops it into the VCR.
Sitting back down, Wren is smiling as this tape begins to play.
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The scene opens with a close-up of Wren's face. The background is blurry and it's hard to tell just where she is. The expression on Wren's face is difficult to describe, she's just not the same old Wren SilverPhoenix. Her mouth is smiling but her eyes are cold and dead. Something inside of her has changed.
I seem to recall a quote from Euripides which goes, the Gods shall visit the sins of the father upon the children.
As the camera pulls back, the scene is revealed. Wren is sitting on the edge of a hospital bed gently stroking the hair of a little girl who is obviously in a coma. At the foot of the bed, the last name on the chart hanging there says "Cameron".
Such a beautiful little girl. An absolute shame what has happened to her.
Wren leans over and whispers softly in the little girls ear.
This is all your Daddies fault darling. Your Daddy is the reason for all your pain. Your Daddy sweetie, all because of your Daddy.
Beneath Wren's hand, the little girl moans softly and tosses restlessly on the bed. Wren smiles wickedly. Outside the room, Max Cameron can suddenly be heard yelling his little girl's name as he comes running down the hallway. Flinging open the door breathlessly, Max's face is flushed with anger at the sight that greets him and starts towards Wren with murder in his eyes.
Get away from her you bitch. This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.
Wren simply wraps her hand around the girls throat and begins to tighten her grip very slowly. Max freezes and Wren lets up.
Max, I'm so very glad that you could find time to join us today. I was afraid that you'd be too busy pining over that dead whore you married to actually show up.
Max absolutely loses it and lunges at Wren but doesn't get very far. Wren doesn't appear concerned at all. From behind the door, Frank Merritt appears and grabs Max from behind, holding him tightly.
It pays to be prepared doesn't it. As the saying goes Max, proper planning prevents piss poor performance and this is one performance that will be anything but poor.
As Max struggles futily in Frank Merritt's grasp, Wren stands up from the bed and picks up a metal chair from nearby. With an expression that conveys absolutely no mercy, Wren strokes the chair almost affectionately as she looks down at Max's helpless daughter in the bed.
I know this is the point where I'm supposed to make a long, intricate speech as to just why I am going to prevail in the match at BitchSlap but let's face it Max. You and I have said everything to one another that needs to be said so how about we skip all that and just get right down to business instead?
Bending down, Wren gently kisses Max's daughter on the forehead, which causes Max to struggle even more. Frank tightens his forearm around Max's throat causing him to choke and he relunctantly ceases to struggle. With a smile full of nothing but bad intentions, Wren hefts the chair, testing its weight, and raises it over her head, prepared to strike.
(in a low venomous snarl) Do it. Go ahead, do it. Just remember one thing though. If you touch her, I won't just beat you. I will absolutely kill you.
Turning and cocking her head in Max's direction, Wren raises an eyebrow.
Max, do you really think I'm such a bitch that I would actually harm a little girl in a coma for no better reason than to further my career?
You're damned right that's what I think.
Behind him, Frank chuckles and flings Max hard against the wall, shaking the pictures on the wall. Getting right into his face, Franks grabs a handful of Max's hair and forces him to look away from Wren and directly at him.
Listen up ninja. You better watch that mouth of yours. Wren didn't come here to listen to you run off at the mouth and neither did I. Understand?
Getting up off the floor where she was doing something with something under the bed, Wren picks her chair back up and nods at Frank. Nodding back, Frank jerks Max off the wall and again forces him to watch Wren and his daughter all the while keeping his forearm tight around Max's throat.
It's such a shame that you know me so well Max. Things would be alot more interesting if you didn't have an idea of what's about to happen but...c'est la vie.
With a vicious swing, Wren brings the chair crashing down across the top of the bed. With a sound that chills the heart, the chair connects with its target and bright red liquid explodes across the room.
Behind her, Max lets out an animal howl of despair and pain and even Frank's face drains of color as he loosens his grip on Max Cameron. Wren couldn't care less, she is lost in the dark embrace of her new ambitions.
*in a sickened whisper* Damn ninja. I didn't really think you were gonna do it.
Smiling like the devil himself, Wren smears a handful of the thick, gory looking mess across her face and turns to Max, who is in absolute shock.
Now you don't have to worry about taking me to Hell Max. I've just brought Hell right to you and this is only the beginning.
Reaching out with both hands, Wren grasps Max's face and kisses him, smearing Max's face with the mess from the bed. Max screams and twists out of Frank's grip as he runs to the bed and his daughter, or at least what might be left of her. Wren grabs Frank and they walk out of the room.
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As Rachel Pitt enters the area, Wren SilverPhoenix grabs her by her hair and jerks her roughly to the ground. Swinging the wine bottle in her hand, Wren brings it crashing down on the head of Rachel Pitt, shattering the bottle. With the noxious fluid from the bottle running down Rachels face, Wren looks down at her and smiles.
That's a little gift from your friend Ash. Hope you like it.
Stepping back from Rachel Pitt, who is writhing in pain in the puddle of urine, Wren giggles and walks off as the scene fades...
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Standing behind Flame on the outside of the ring is Wren SilverPhoenix in a jet black trenchcoat and black baseball cap. Wren is smiling at the back of Flame as she slips a pair of brass knuckles onto her hand. Before Flame knows what is happening, Truck jumps the security railing and shoves Flame hard towards the waiting Wren SilverPhoenix. As Flame stumbles back off balance, Wren winds up and nails her viciously with the knucks, sending her sprawling to the floor out cold.
JR: Oh my God King! Wren SilverPhoenix is getting a dose of payback here tonight!
As Mr. Showtime hobbles down to the ring, he pulls a metal ballbat out from behind his back and climbs into the ring behind Lowedown, saluting
Wren on the way. With Truck having tossed Chuck Porterhouse a pair of brass knuckles, Truck and Chuck advance on Lowedown driving him like a piece of cattle towards the waiting Mr. Showtime.
KING: Where are the rest of the bWo JR? It looks like Lowedown and Flame are in real trouble!
The camera cuts to the door of the bWo locker room where a chain is wrapped around the door handle. A large lock holds the chain tight so the door can’t be opened. Pounding can be heard from inside the door.
JR: They can’t save Lowedown and Flame now!
The camera pans back and Dreadnaught is seen with a smirk on his face.
Dreadnaught: That should hold them fools for a while!
The camera then cuts back to the carnage in the ring.
JR: After what they did to Wren last week, they deserve every bit of this.
Vanderbilt takes a step forward and mimicking Babe Ruth calling his shot, swings and nearly takes off Lowedowns head. As Lowedown crumbles to the mat, Mr. Showtime gestures to Truck and Chuck Porterhouse and they begin to administer a vicious attack on the fallen Lowedown. As Wren looks on from outside the ring, she motions for Vanderbilt to join her outside. Whispering in Vanderbilts ear, Wren points towards the back and out to the crowd making it clear that Mr. Showtime should watch for unwelcome visitors. Reaching under the ring apron, Wren SilverPhoenix pulls out a canvas bag that she clearly stashed there before the show.
JR: King, it looks like Wren is out to make someone pay for that attack last week!
KING: Yeah, and maybe afterwards I'll give her the number to my barber. HaHaHa!!!
In the hotel room Wren Silverphoenix rubs a hand over her head with a small frown remembering how she was shaved bald a few days before this took place.
As Chuck Porterhouse is laying into Lowedown with the brass knucks, Truck climbs laboriously to the top rope and waits. On the outside of the ring, Wren SilverPhoenix has picked up the unconscious Flame and dropped her across the security railing. Grabbing ahold of Flames tights, Wren pulls them down to reveal one cheek. Dumping out the sack in her hand, thousands of thumbtacks fall to the ground and lay there glittering in the bright lights.
JR: What is Wren going to do with those thumbtacks? Flame wasn't even a part of that beating last week.
KING: No, but she's married to Lowedown and right now I think that's enough!
With Lowedown laying stunned and bloodied from Chuck and Trucks beating with the brass knucks, Chuck Porterhouse tosses the knucks to Truck and grabs Lowedowns legs and spreads them apart, presenting a rather inviting target for Truck. Truck holds up his hand and then flies off the top rope, driving his steel jacketed hand right into Lowedown's groin. Wren looks on smiling before turning her attention back to Flame. Picking up a big handful of thumbtacks, Wren begins pushing them one by one deep into Flames backside while Vanderbilt grins in Wrens direction and gives the "OK" signal".
KING: Look at that JR! Wrens writing something on Flames ass!
As Chuck Porterhouse stands over the bloodied and beaten Lowedown flexing, Truck quickly slips out of the ring and grabs the ringbell. Having now finished with her handiwork, Wren SilverPhoenix steps back next to Mr. Showtime and the two of them start laughing as the camera zooms in to show the words "I Love Wren " written out in brass thumbtacks on Flames bloody ass. Giving Flame one more shot to the temple with her brass knuckles for good measure, Wren climbs into the ring and takes the ringbell from Truck. With the ringbell in one hand, Wren kneels down in front of Lowedown and grabs a handful of hair and lifts his head up. Motioning for a mic, Chuck Porterhouse leans down and holds it out for Wren to speak into.
I just wanted to let you know that our match is on for next Monday and to remember just one thing. I didn't WANT to do this. You MADE me do this. So who's the example now? Ta-Ta sweetheart.
Truck grabs ahold of Lowedowns head and holds him as Wren rears back with the ringbell and drives the cold steel into the mouth of Lowedown. With blood flowing from his mouth, Truck drops him back to the mat and Truck, Chuck Porterhouse and Wren climb out of the ring and meet up with
Vernon Vanderbilt whom is waiting on the ramp.
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Wren is laughing out loud as the tape finishes.
Now that's how you do it. Everybody has always thought poor Wren is such a pushover because I'm just a poor little female. I should be an easy mark. Keep believing that.
Wren points at the television screen with a smirk.
They did. Until I took their belts, their pride, their dignity...and left 'em on their hands and knees looking for their balls. These chumps in the GWE are no different than the rest of them. They all think they're the next big thing. Bad news for them. They'll be gone in a year and forgotten in less time than that. I promise I'll make sure of that. They come and they go but in the end...it's ALWAYS Wren Silverphoenix that is still standing. That's the differance between me and them. They talk about themselves. My actions make the world talk about me...and I love when people talk about me.
Standing up, Wren heads out of the hotel room but turns back at the last second and with an insolent smile flips the bird at the camera.
The Bitch is back..and she's coming for the GWE.
Wow, that was the most boring and pathetic bunch of crap that I've ever seen. Just the thing however if you need to catch a few Z's.
Hopping out of the chair, Wren starts doing jumping jacks to get her blood flowing again and than grabs another tape and pops it into the VCR.
Sitting back down, Wren is smiling as this tape begins to play.
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The scene opens with a close-up of Wren's face. The background is blurry and it's hard to tell just where she is. The expression on Wren's face is difficult to describe, she's just not the same old Wren SilverPhoenix. Her mouth is smiling but her eyes are cold and dead. Something inside of her has changed.
I seem to recall a quote from Euripides which goes, the Gods shall visit the sins of the father upon the children.
As the camera pulls back, the scene is revealed. Wren is sitting on the edge of a hospital bed gently stroking the hair of a little girl who is obviously in a coma. At the foot of the bed, the last name on the chart hanging there says "Cameron".
Such a beautiful little girl. An absolute shame what has happened to her.
Wren leans over and whispers softly in the little girls ear.
This is all your Daddies fault darling. Your Daddy is the reason for all your pain. Your Daddy sweetie, all because of your Daddy.
Beneath Wren's hand, the little girl moans softly and tosses restlessly on the bed. Wren smiles wickedly. Outside the room, Max Cameron can suddenly be heard yelling his little girl's name as he comes running down the hallway. Flinging open the door breathlessly, Max's face is flushed with anger at the sight that greets him and starts towards Wren with murder in his eyes.
Get away from her you bitch. This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.
Wren simply wraps her hand around the girls throat and begins to tighten her grip very slowly. Max freezes and Wren lets up.
Max, I'm so very glad that you could find time to join us today. I was afraid that you'd be too busy pining over that dead whore you married to actually show up.
Max absolutely loses it and lunges at Wren but doesn't get very far. Wren doesn't appear concerned at all. From behind the door, Frank Merritt appears and grabs Max from behind, holding him tightly.
It pays to be prepared doesn't it. As the saying goes Max, proper planning prevents piss poor performance and this is one performance that will be anything but poor.
As Max struggles futily in Frank Merritt's grasp, Wren stands up from the bed and picks up a metal chair from nearby. With an expression that conveys absolutely no mercy, Wren strokes the chair almost affectionately as she looks down at Max's helpless daughter in the bed.
I know this is the point where I'm supposed to make a long, intricate speech as to just why I am going to prevail in the match at BitchSlap but let's face it Max. You and I have said everything to one another that needs to be said so how about we skip all that and just get right down to business instead?
Bending down, Wren gently kisses Max's daughter on the forehead, which causes Max to struggle even more. Frank tightens his forearm around Max's throat causing him to choke and he relunctantly ceases to struggle. With a smile full of nothing but bad intentions, Wren hefts the chair, testing its weight, and raises it over her head, prepared to strike.
(in a low venomous snarl) Do it. Go ahead, do it. Just remember one thing though. If you touch her, I won't just beat you. I will absolutely kill you.
Turning and cocking her head in Max's direction, Wren raises an eyebrow.
Max, do you really think I'm such a bitch that I would actually harm a little girl in a coma for no better reason than to further my career?
You're damned right that's what I think.
Behind him, Frank chuckles and flings Max hard against the wall, shaking the pictures on the wall. Getting right into his face, Franks grabs a handful of Max's hair and forces him to look away from Wren and directly at him.
Listen up ninja. You better watch that mouth of yours. Wren didn't come here to listen to you run off at the mouth and neither did I. Understand?
Getting up off the floor where she was doing something with something under the bed, Wren picks her chair back up and nods at Frank. Nodding back, Frank jerks Max off the wall and again forces him to watch Wren and his daughter all the while keeping his forearm tight around Max's throat.
It's such a shame that you know me so well Max. Things would be alot more interesting if you didn't have an idea of what's about to happen but...c'est la vie.
With a vicious swing, Wren brings the chair crashing down across the top of the bed. With a sound that chills the heart, the chair connects with its target and bright red liquid explodes across the room.
Behind her, Max lets out an animal howl of despair and pain and even Frank's face drains of color as he loosens his grip on Max Cameron. Wren couldn't care less, she is lost in the dark embrace of her new ambitions.
*in a sickened whisper* Damn ninja. I didn't really think you were gonna do it.
Smiling like the devil himself, Wren smears a handful of the thick, gory looking mess across her face and turns to Max, who is in absolute shock.
Now you don't have to worry about taking me to Hell Max. I've just brought Hell right to you and this is only the beginning.
Reaching out with both hands, Wren grasps Max's face and kisses him, smearing Max's face with the mess from the bed. Max screams and twists out of Frank's grip as he runs to the bed and his daughter, or at least what might be left of her. Wren grabs Frank and they walk out of the room.
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As Rachel Pitt enters the area, Wren SilverPhoenix grabs her by her hair and jerks her roughly to the ground. Swinging the wine bottle in her hand, Wren brings it crashing down on the head of Rachel Pitt, shattering the bottle. With the noxious fluid from the bottle running down Rachels face, Wren looks down at her and smiles.
That's a little gift from your friend Ash. Hope you like it.
Stepping back from Rachel Pitt, who is writhing in pain in the puddle of urine, Wren giggles and walks off as the scene fades...
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Standing behind Flame on the outside of the ring is Wren SilverPhoenix in a jet black trenchcoat and black baseball cap. Wren is smiling at the back of Flame as she slips a pair of brass knuckles onto her hand. Before Flame knows what is happening, Truck jumps the security railing and shoves Flame hard towards the waiting Wren SilverPhoenix. As Flame stumbles back off balance, Wren winds up and nails her viciously with the knucks, sending her sprawling to the floor out cold.
JR: Oh my God King! Wren SilverPhoenix is getting a dose of payback here tonight!
As Mr. Showtime hobbles down to the ring, he pulls a metal ballbat out from behind his back and climbs into the ring behind Lowedown, saluting
Wren on the way. With Truck having tossed Chuck Porterhouse a pair of brass knuckles, Truck and Chuck advance on Lowedown driving him like a piece of cattle towards the waiting Mr. Showtime.
KING: Where are the rest of the bWo JR? It looks like Lowedown and Flame are in real trouble!
The camera cuts to the door of the bWo locker room where a chain is wrapped around the door handle. A large lock holds the chain tight so the door can’t be opened. Pounding can be heard from inside the door.
JR: They can’t save Lowedown and Flame now!
The camera pans back and Dreadnaught is seen with a smirk on his face.
Dreadnaught: That should hold them fools for a while!
The camera then cuts back to the carnage in the ring.
JR: After what they did to Wren last week, they deserve every bit of this.
Vanderbilt takes a step forward and mimicking Babe Ruth calling his shot, swings and nearly takes off Lowedowns head. As Lowedown crumbles to the mat, Mr. Showtime gestures to Truck and Chuck Porterhouse and they begin to administer a vicious attack on the fallen Lowedown. As Wren looks on from outside the ring, she motions for Vanderbilt to join her outside. Whispering in Vanderbilts ear, Wren points towards the back and out to the crowd making it clear that Mr. Showtime should watch for unwelcome visitors. Reaching under the ring apron, Wren SilverPhoenix pulls out a canvas bag that she clearly stashed there before the show.
JR: King, it looks like Wren is out to make someone pay for that attack last week!
KING: Yeah, and maybe afterwards I'll give her the number to my barber. HaHaHa!!!
In the hotel room Wren Silverphoenix rubs a hand over her head with a small frown remembering how she was shaved bald a few days before this took place.
As Chuck Porterhouse is laying into Lowedown with the brass knucks, Truck climbs laboriously to the top rope and waits. On the outside of the ring, Wren SilverPhoenix has picked up the unconscious Flame and dropped her across the security railing. Grabbing ahold of Flames tights, Wren pulls them down to reveal one cheek. Dumping out the sack in her hand, thousands of thumbtacks fall to the ground and lay there glittering in the bright lights.
JR: What is Wren going to do with those thumbtacks? Flame wasn't even a part of that beating last week.
KING: No, but she's married to Lowedown and right now I think that's enough!
With Lowedown laying stunned and bloodied from Chuck and Trucks beating with the brass knucks, Chuck Porterhouse tosses the knucks to Truck and grabs Lowedowns legs and spreads them apart, presenting a rather inviting target for Truck. Truck holds up his hand and then flies off the top rope, driving his steel jacketed hand right into Lowedown's groin. Wren looks on smiling before turning her attention back to Flame. Picking up a big handful of thumbtacks, Wren begins pushing them one by one deep into Flames backside while Vanderbilt grins in Wrens direction and gives the "OK" signal".
KING: Look at that JR! Wrens writing something on Flames ass!
As Chuck Porterhouse stands over the bloodied and beaten Lowedown flexing, Truck quickly slips out of the ring and grabs the ringbell. Having now finished with her handiwork, Wren SilverPhoenix steps back next to Mr. Showtime and the two of them start laughing as the camera zooms in to show the words "I Love Wren " written out in brass thumbtacks on Flames bloody ass. Giving Flame one more shot to the temple with her brass knuckles for good measure, Wren climbs into the ring and takes the ringbell from Truck. With the ringbell in one hand, Wren kneels down in front of Lowedown and grabs a handful of hair and lifts his head up. Motioning for a mic, Chuck Porterhouse leans down and holds it out for Wren to speak into.
I just wanted to let you know that our match is on for next Monday and to remember just one thing. I didn't WANT to do this. You MADE me do this. So who's the example now? Ta-Ta sweetheart.
Truck grabs ahold of Lowedowns head and holds him as Wren rears back with the ringbell and drives the cold steel into the mouth of Lowedown. With blood flowing from his mouth, Truck drops him back to the mat and Truck, Chuck Porterhouse and Wren climb out of the ring and meet up with
Vernon Vanderbilt whom is waiting on the ramp.
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Wren is laughing out loud as the tape finishes.
Now that's how you do it. Everybody has always thought poor Wren is such a pushover because I'm just a poor little female. I should be an easy mark. Keep believing that.
Wren points at the television screen with a smirk.
They did. Until I took their belts, their pride, their dignity...and left 'em on their hands and knees looking for their balls. These chumps in the GWE are no different than the rest of them. They all think they're the next big thing. Bad news for them. They'll be gone in a year and forgotten in less time than that. I promise I'll make sure of that. They come and they go but in the end...it's ALWAYS Wren Silverphoenix that is still standing. That's the differance between me and them. They talk about themselves. My actions make the world talk about me...and I love when people talk about me.
Standing up, Wren heads out of the hotel room but turns back at the last second and with an insolent smile flips the bird at the camera.
The Bitch is back..and she's coming for the GWE.