03-21-2023, 11:56 PM
ALEXIS QUINNE PRESENTS.......
RAGTAG GRAPPLE........
SESSION NINE
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Saturday, March 26th, 2023
11:02 A.M.
840 Florida Street
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[The dulcet sounds of Prince were echoing through the black, metallic speakers from in the living room through the forever home of the Johnsons. The sun pierced through the square shaped windows, adding to the decor; bright orange walls, glossy hickory brown floors, a wide, yellow sofa set placed in the middle of the room followed by a similar colored thick armchair to the left, a clear, circular marble table and a 75 inch Samsung TV mounted on the walls. Right below lied a dormant fireplace.
The house was currently empty as through the living room, through the kitchen, the door separating it from the backyard patio was opened. The patio was sheltered with the roof having clear colored louvered panels to protect from rain or shine. There was a built in fireplace, a grill towards the back, a mini wooden dining table and mounted heaters on the walls. Open to the backyard, there was a section of the yard that contained a mini basketball court, equipped with an adjustment hoop with a similar stanchion attached to the basket like the pros. The court had a moss green hue with white lines outlying the three point line and the free throw. To the right, there was a lush garden spouting up with a massive tree rooted towards the side. Further back, there was a wide marble table, fit to seat at least 12 people.
Taylor winced in his seat by the dining table inside the patio as his younger sister was behind him, squinting her eyes, twisting his curly hair into a dread. Taylor wore a tight, gray Abraham Lincoln High School tee with a black sleeve shirt underneath, blue Under Armor shorts on top of black basketball tights. ]
"God damn Jamicka."
[He wailed. His sister smacked her lips. Her arms were long but she sported an athletic build and a youthful face. Her long black hair was currently tied up in a bun. Passing through the door, their mother strutted by with her long black hair down. She wore a beige cardigan with a black tanktop underneath and black shorts with a purple and black bandanna wrapped on her forehead. Physically, she was comparable to her daughter but leaner.]
"Tay, watch your mouth."
[She hissed, passing by her kids before stepping out into the backyard.]
"I ain't even hurting you boy. Keep your head still."
[Jamicka remarked. Taylor tilted his head to the right, throwing his arms up.]
"What you mean? You going too tight. I could feel the blood in the back of my mouth."
"Why you being extra? I'm almost done."
[A grin flashed on her face before yanking Taylor's head by the dread strain she was holding. He yelped, then twisted his head towards her in annoyance. She cackled before finishing up with her strain.]
'And what is even on? This some weirdo shit.'
[Just then, their father stepped outside to the patio.]
"Can't be hating on classics, boy."
[His father spoke with gumption and his chest high. He stood about six foot even with a bulky stature and salt and pepper. He would his blue Hawaiian shirt loosely and unbuttoned, showing his bare chest along with beige khakis.]
"That's that Prince! That's that Prince. This classic shit, young fella. Better get hip to it."
[Taylor gives his father a quizzical expression.]
"Bro this man oohing like he Lisa Ann or something."
[Jamicka lets go of his strain, then places her hands on his shoulders, giving him a few pats. He briefly turns to face her. She nods. He gives a head up and jumps out of his seat, running a hand through her short dreads.]
"Like this man was tryna look all pretty and shit. Little fairy boy."
"You just don't know, young fella. Summer of 93 in the paddy wagon with your momma with this playing-"
[Jamicka flashes her hands towards her father, shaking her head furiously.]
"Daddy why?"
[She scurried back in the house, horrified.]
"You gotta know your history. You put on some Prince, with your lady, there was gon be some action."
"I don't know how. Bro had them high waters on. And he always sqealing like a bitch."
[His father scoffed.]
"And your momma would be matching him note for note."
[Taylor's mouth opened. He covered his face with his right hand.]
"Nah, nah, nah you gotta chillllll. Dad you gotta chill."
"I'm just saying boy. In my prine boy I was young and juicy."
[His father leaves his feet, bouncing back and forth like a boxer. Taylor shakes his head left and right.]
"Bro stopppp."
Still am too. You need to be playing this over that Broke Ass Boy. What's his name?"
[Taylor crunched his face.]
"You a hater for real."
"That's his name right? G League Young Boy. Ole boy look like them aliens Will shoot in Men in Black.:
[Taylor snickered, playfully shoving his dad a few feet.]
"You a hater!"
[Meanwhile, to the right of the patio, Taylor's mom had begun watering some of the plants, shaking her shoulders to the beat. His father bobbed his head a bit. His mouth opens, pantomiming the lyrics. ]
"What you got planned today? You going to that fair today at Wharf?"
[His father inquired.]
"Later. Bout to pick up T and Lou. Do a sess at GG first."
[His mother walked back into Taylor's view. Standing by the foot of the patio entrance, she leaned.]
"How is Lou doing?"
[Taylor shrugged.]
"The usual."
[His mother placed her left hand on her hip while holding onto the garden pitch with her right hand. Her eyes drift towards her husband.]
"Clarence, is there any leftover breakfast in there?"
[Clarence pressed his lips together, bobbing his head back and forth.]
"Should be."
"Could you put some in a little container for him and his brother?"
"Got it."
[Clarence darts past Taylor back into the kitchen. Moments later, Clarence returns, handing over a container with eggs and some bacon to Taylor.]
"Ain't much but it'll do."
[Taylor receives it, placing it on the table.]
"Also, me and your mom are working on this house down in the Mission District. We about to sell it. Just need to do some wiring. Might need to build a patio set up. We need some extra hands. We tryna do this...hey! Baby."
[He turns his head back to his wife.]
"What time we working on that house?"
[She taps her chin.]
"9 in the morning. But remember I'm going to be out-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
[He points towards her, nodding his head. He then turns back to his son.]
"Tell Lou if he's interested, he can work with him for a bit. I know y'all doing your thing with the wrestling so it wouldn't be for long. But yeah, just let him know and obviously I'll pay him for it."
"Got you."
[His mother slowly saunters back to the garden. Clarence shortly follows her outside, however his body is pointed towards Taylor.]
"Before you roll, let me put the clamps on yo ass."
[Clarence glared at Taylor, sporting a grin, rocking his head in the direction of the basketball court. Taylor jokes back, laughing hysterically. ]
"You don't want that. Bro I ain't time. You don't want that. You know you washed."
[Taylor stepped closer to the edge of the patio. Clarence backpeddled.]
"Come on then young fella. Quick game to 1."
"To 1?"
"I gotta get my stretch it. Come on young fella!"
[Taylor raises his right point finger, fervently wagging it towards him. He stepped out into the backyard, following his dad to the court. Clarence located the ball resting by the left side of the stanchion before bouncing it to him. Clarence squats in a defensive stance, extending his arms. Taylor howls when his hands touch the ball.]
"Come on!'
[Clarence taunts him. Taylor begins to dribble.]
"Aight. I'mma bust your ass."
"Taylor!'
[His mother shouted from the left side of his ear, causing him to shift his head towards that direction. His mother hadn't broke stride walking up and down the garden, watering. Taylor then gave his attention back to his dad. Clarence inched a few steps closer to Taylor. Taylor raised his left elbow, creating distance by making contact with Clarence's bare chest and then stepping back. He smirks at his dad, dancing with the the ball with a few quick in and out dribbles.]
"Ooooh."
[Taylor's grin grows wide. He swings the ball from the right to the left quickly, causing his father to shift to the right. His right leg lifts up and he pushes his body to the left before dribbling between his legs and bringing the ball back to his right.]
"Almost made you touch Earth."
[Clarence slaps the court, motioning Taylor with his hands.]
"That's ok! That's ok! Let's go!"
[He takes a few more steps towards Taylor. Taylor goes for a right to left cross dribble. Clarence's eyes lock in on his son's chest. He drops his right hand, extending it slightly around Taylor's right inner thigh. His hand makes contact with the ball. Clarence taps it upward. Taylor halts. The ball escapes his view. Taylor drops his head downward. Clarence lunges, reaching out and retrieving the ball in his hands. By the time Taylor whips around, Clarence is now dribbling.]
"Fuck."
[Taylor claps his hand in frustration. Clarence snickers.]
"Let me teach young fella. Let me teach!"
[He charged at Taylor with his left arm, sending Taylor back a few feet. Taylor gritted his teeth and brought up his right arm, using his right leg as his plant leg while his father was posting him up. Another bull charge sent Taylor back even more. He picked his head up and saw the bottom of the net and his father by the rim. Clarence picked up his dribble and floated the ball off glass and into the bucket.]
"Weight room!"
[His father pumped his fist, never breaking eye contact with his son. Taylor smacked his lips, dropping his head.]
"I'm still Grand Pooba. I'm still Grand Pooba!"
[His father sticks his tongue out.]
"What you thought it was young fella?"
[Taylor avoided eye contact with his dad, who was now giving him the "too small" gesture.]
"This how y'all do right? This how y'all do?"
[Taylor clapped his hands again, tapping himself on top of his head. His father's yells of joy was like the backup vocals of a song.]
"That's some bullshit."
[Taylor bitterly muttered under his breath. He didn't waste time storming off back inside to the patio. His father galloped off the crowd, hooting and hollering.]
"Darlene!'
[Clarence bellowed towards his wife, giving her a hard smack on her ass without her noticing. She yelped.]
"Woo!"
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10:15 A.M.
519 Ellis St
Senator Hotel
Room 204
[10:15. Lou's eyes narrowed at those numbers on the stove straight ahead in the kitchen. Anthony was messing with his bowl of Cheerios as his spoon scrapped every inch. There was no milk. The curtains were faded white, wholly. Bits and pieces the sun who show but the entire place was dim, dreary.
10:16.
Lou pounded the counter top. His nostrils flared with each second that went by. He suddenly turn about face, storming past his brother, down the little hallway. He turned to the left, elevated his left foot and booted the door opened.
His jaw tensed when he spotted two empty bottles of Jack Daniels located a few inches from his mother's head. She was sprawled out on the single mattress, snoring with her long black hair disheveled, black men's briefs, holes in her black and red flannel. There was a thin sheet that barely covered her body. The mattress was on the ground and the beige foam was sticking out from the sides.
"Get up!"
[Lou demanded, crossing his arms.]
"Get up!"
[Lou glared at his mother with indignation. He approached her, reaching down and violently pulling the sheet off her body.]
"Get up!"
[He shouted in her left ear. She started to stir, muttering. Lou grabs both bottles and begins clanging them together.]
*CLINK*
*CLINK*
*CLINK*
[His mother quickly openly his head before raising up her left hand and placing it on her forehead.]
"Do you know what time it is? You're fucking late!'
[Lou roared at her. Her mother sprung awake, eyes widening at how close her son was to her, banging the bottles in her ear.]
"Oh shit!'
[She jumped out of bed, still clutching her head.]
"Fuck."
[She winced when gripping her forehead and stumbling a bit.]
"You were suppose to catch the bus an hour ago!" I told you not to fucking drink! You have work at 9! You cant get fired from this one. What the fuck is this doing here?"
"Those aren't mine..."
[His mother replied weakly as she hastily thrusted herself back to the floor in the right corner of the room where her work uniform was; a red polo shirt and black dress pants.]
"Don't fucking lie to me! I told you!'
"I didn't!"
"Stop fucking lying!"
[Lou raged. His mother frantically placed her left leg inside her jean leg, then the right before pulling them up. She ripped off her flannel, quickly putting on her uniform. She ran towards the door, fumbling and falling face first on the dingy carpet right by Lou's feet. Lou's eyes traveled down to her. He tightened his face, sticking his right hand out to her.]
"Move!"
[His mother gritted her teeth, slapping his hand away. She then slowly pulled herself up and sprinted out of the door. Lou followed her out of the room into the living room, where she ran past Anthony, grabbed her gray Skeechers and left, slamming the door. Lou let a groan escape his mouth, staring at the beer bottles in disgust. He panted]
"You ok?"
[Lou's eyes grew wide. He turned his body towards Anthony after he spoke. His brother looked up with him with big, round eyes. Lou let out a sigh before placing the bottles on the table. He walked up to Anthony, tapping him on the head.]
"Sorry."
[He retorted somberly. He leaned down, touching foreheads with Anthony before kissing him on top of his forehead.]
"Are we still going to wrestle?"
[Lou's eyes drifted to the left, then his head juked on.]
"Oh.'
[He muttered to himself.]
"Yeah...but, you have to bring your math homework. Still have to finish it for Monday."
"Ok."
"You can't run around ok? Promise."
[Lou squats so he can be eye level with Anthony. He then extends his right pinkie to Anthony. The boy smiles widely, locking pinkies.]
"Promise.'
[Lou nods before standing up and kissing his brother on top of the head again. To his left, Lou saw the two bottles on the table again. He balled up his fist and slammed it on the table again.]
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12:34 P.M.
Golden Gate Wrestling Academy
[From his vantage point, Terrance, Taylor, Alexis and Lou all looked like ants to Anthony. Peeking his head from inside Grayson's office, he perked up at the sight of his brother successfully arm dragging Taylor to the mat.]
"Yeaahhhh!"
[The boy waved his fist and hollered to an audience of one. Anthony grinned from ear to ear as Lou reached back to his feet. Lou then exited the ring before Terrance slid underneath the bottom rope. Terrance got into a stance and grappled with Taylor. Taylor was a step too slow, dropping his head as he moved forward. This allowed Terrance to tie up Taylor Greco Roman style and then slam him back first into the mat.
Alexis crossed her left arm to her right armpit, draping her right forearm on top of her left waist, holding her chin with her right hand. Taylor laid on the mat, stomping his feet.]
"Fuck!"
[Taylor remarked in frustration. Alexis tilted her head to the right.]
"Get up."
[Alexis ordered.]
"Drill's not over. You good?"
[Terrance leaned against the ropes while Lou returned to the apron, ready to check back in.]
"Yo Tay, you good?"
[Terrance peeked his head to get a look at Taylor's face. Taylor then slapped the mat, racing up to his feet.]
"Fuck this shit! I ain't no scrub!"
[Alexis squinted her eyes. Taylor's tone wasn't as jovial as usual. There was a desperation to it. There was anger. She then placed both hands on her hips. Taylor motioned for Terrance.]
"Come on with it. You ain't getting me again."
[Terrance gave a confused expression.]
"Yo you good?"
"Run it T!"
[Taylor started to pace around the ring. Terrance turns and glances at Lou. Lou shrugs and remains on the apron. Terrance hesitates before circling the ring with Taylor. They both go to grapple. Taylor drops his head, watching himself plant his left leg in front. Terrance fluidly gets behind Taylor, wraps his arms around his waist and then slams him chest first. Terrance rolls off of Taylor, who grunts.]
"Too slow."
[Alexis said to herself before stepping towards the ring. Taylor let out a frustrated roar. Terrance quickly turned his head to Alexis. Alexis motioned with her head for him to get out of the ring.]
"Yo. Tay. Step outside with me."
[Taylor laid flat back on the mat, staring at the ceiling.]
"Lou, T. Keep doing the drill. We'll be back.]
[Taylor reaches a seated position, slumping his shoulders. He turns and faces Alexis. He kept his lips tighten before rolling out of the ring. Lou and Terrance proceeded to take his place and begun grappling. Taylor kept his head down, approaching Alexis.]
"I fucking suck."
[Taylor replied, now glaring at Alexis.]
"For real. I'm fucking ass. Every fucking time now. I'm getting whopped. I'm ass.'
'Easy.'
[Alexis raised her head up. Taylor shakes his head.]
"Nah you see it? Like..you see what be happening."
"Yeah."
"Like I'm real shitty right now. I don't know what it is-"
"I don't now what it is either.'
[Alexis locks eyes with Taylor.]
"When you were lapping the ring, doing back springs and everything, you were rolling. You keep dropping your head. What's going on with that?'
[Taylor presses his lips. His mouth opens but then it closes. Then it opens again.]
"Sharon been...she been like saying I'm going too fast. Gotta slow shit down and shit.'
[Alexis raises an eyebrow, crunching her face.]
"Really?"
"Yeah. Like..saying I gotta work on the mentals. So she don't want me jumping around, doing this, that and the third. She been telling me-"
"Sharon's been tellign you that?'
[Taylor nods. Alexis brings the tip of her right thumb to her mouth, sucking on it for a bit.]
"She's wrong."
[Alexis' eyes grow big once those words left her mouth. Taylor kept his mouth quiet.]
"Yeah..."
[Alexis' words drifted off a bit. Then, she locked with Taylor.]
"Yeah she's wrong. You are fast. You jump really high. That's your thing. Why would you do the thing you're not good at? You know? Like...that's you."
[She places her left hand on his right shoulder.]
"There's a time and place for slowing thing down. Of course. But...if you want to do this and you actually make it, you don't want to make it easy for your opponent. You want to bring what brought you to the dance. It takes a long time for wrestlers to figure out what they're good in. You found it!"
[Alexis noticed Taylor's eyes were drifting to the left.]
"Hey!'
[Alexis' command drew Taylor's attention.]
"Hey! You found it. The minute you stop thinking and you just react naturally, that's the magic. That's the magic. Because I like you going fast. You're better going fast. Sharon's wrong. Connor? yea it makes sense for him to slow it down. You? Nah."
[Taylor now strokes his chin, thinking. His shoulders pick back up. His scowl disappears.]
"Yeah...don't let the opps up. Yeah..."
[Alexis chuckles a bit.]
"Right. Exactly what I said."
[Her words dripped of sarcasm.]
"Yeah you on to something. Appreciate you Lexi. Needed that battery pack."
[Taylor turned around and sprinted to the ring. He jumped onto the apron in one fell swoop before leapfrogging over the top turnbuckle. He poses to Lou and Terrance. Ensuring trash talking happened behind Alexis. She glared at the three grappling, then taking a step back, realizing what she had said and what he was told by Sharon.
Alexis used her left hand to rub her face as she observed and watched.
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[VOYAGERS]
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[Camera pans open inside the AT&T Stadium in Dallas. The ring has been set up as well as the ramp. However, it's only the ropes that are prominently shown in the background. Alexis Quinne is front and center, standing by the ring apron, with a black San Francisco Giants cap with a slim black and silver varsity jacket and black jeans. Her left hand is gripping a microphone and there's a scowl on her face.]
Alexis: Yo I'm standing right here. Lot of people-
[She removes her cap, placing it on the apron.]
Alexis: Find Kimberly Williams and all of her shit real funny. Right? She's so much fun. She makes a lot of you laugh.
[Alexis' eyes drift to the left. Her tongue comes out of her mouth, licking her lips. Her eyes come back to the camera.]
Alexis: That's fine. You can like who you like. I will never tell you guys who you're suppose to like. Who you should boo.
I have no animosity!
[Alexis raises her voice.]
Alexis: For any of you. Kimberly Williams, you have never made me laugh.
[Her nostrils flare up.]
Alexis: I don't find you funny. I never have. I have always had beef with you. it's not just you though. I have something...for you. For your Mom. Your aunt. your sister. For your cousin. The entire family.
[Alexis raises up her right hand, flashing the middle finger. Her face tightens.]
Alexis: I have to hear you every week, talk about shaking up SCW management. It's corrupt. It's a conspiracy against you. You're going to bring chaos. You're an agent of chaos. Every week.
I don't believe you.
[Her words hang. She licks her lips again.]
Alexis: There's a lot of rehearsing. "I'm the Woman Scorned." I'm an agent of chaos. I staple people's asses. I'm going to boycott this match because it's not for the Underground title, right? You're going to boycott. Saying things no one says. shit you think people want to hear. We fought at Trios. End of the year last year. And you said something.
[Alexis points to the camera.]
Alexis: You said I was an "insider" as much as anyone else in this company. And...it pissed me off. Out of everyone to say that, for that to come out of your mouth. It got me.
[She presses her lips together.]
Alexis: You know I wrestled a couple of weeks ago. I stepped in this ring with Owen. World Champ. First ever Underground Rules match for me. Underground belt on the line. I was scared that I would lose years off my career because I knew I would give everything. if it meant going through tables just to become champion, I knew I would. And my shoulder, right here.
[Points to her left shoulder.]
Alexis: Still hurts when I bend it. My whole body was messed up. Still is in some ways. I lost that match. Owen was the better wrestler. I have no problem saying that. It was tough going through another title match empty handed. I'm grateful that I was even able to walk out of that ring, let alone crawl, with only bruises. And then you show up, swinging a fucking chair, telling ME what I was suppose to do.
[She brings her middle finger up again.]
Alexis: Fuck you.
[Alexis seethes.]
Alexis: It's a conspiracy. For WHAT Kim? Because you can't win a fucking match? As if you don't have your Mom who can pull strings for you to do whatever you want. Let's talk about it. Ms. Outsider! Let's talk about how..you skipped the line. There are wrestlers today who get in, have you grind on the local scene. Work two jobs, make shit. Do ring duty and build the ring. There are wrestlers who never make it who would kill to be where we are now. You never had to do that.
Because you're Angelica Jones' daughter! Of course! You can just show up to GDW in 2010 and have your first match on a national stage. Or how about..how about your sister Marie, right? Did the same shit you're doing now. When she was here, 2018, right? And she started bitching about not getting chances because when they were given to her, she would fumble them. And I looked her in the eye and told her, the way she was going, she was going to shit on the people that did support her. I beat her in the middle of the ring. Like I knew I would! And she started bitching. And she packed her stuff up and ran away.
Or how about! Or how about...your fucking Mom. Who couldn't be bothered to raise you as a kid. The Dragon. Golden Goddess. How about Shit Brown deadbeat Mom. What Game of Thrones dragon is that huh? That's what you are Angelica. A deadbeat in red lipstick.
You see Kim making some money, getting some titles, now you want to be a parent. You love being a Mom now, huh? Kim waits til after my match, when I'm beaten and I'm tired, to swing that chair at me. And there you are. Trying to talk her out of the worse defision of her life. Like a good parent. You can get back pats for that.
[The camera zooms in on Alexis' face.]
Alexis: What about your cousin, Kim? Jessica Lawsieicz. I kicked her ass , too. June 2016. She never wrestled again SCW. How many times she's going to change her hair? Kayla Jones. Let's put her in this too. I owe her for beating me . Same year. That's the Jones M.O. Shit gets hurt, blame everyone else, say it's a conspiracy and then leave. I don't trust any of you. How many times have all of you told the people you're with them before telling to fuck off?
[Alexis crunches her face, glaring at the camera in disgust.]
Alexis: These wrestling families; the Streets, the Cruzes, the Braddocks, the Jones. We want to talk about corrupt, Kim. How many peolle in your family that has ran through these companies or have had some power in these companies and abuse it? God rest his soul but Orlando Cruze, said shit. Look at this company when D's kids were fighting for control. If you're name was Kimberly Smith, you wouldn't have skipped the line. You wouldn't have missed out on ring duty. But you did and you can't relate to me.
YOU are the system, Kim!
[Alexis clenches her jaw.]
Alexis: You. The system that I tell the new guys coming in, watch out for these leeches. These leeches that use their name to cover for all the shit they do. If SCW is so bad, leave. If you want to boycott this match tonight? Go ahead. For once do what you say you're going to do. Walk out. Use your agency. You're already in other companies, right? Walk. It's in your DNA. It's what the Jones do best.
[Alexis pauses.]
Alexis: But nah. Your Mom says you're going to be here. Good. I'm glad she's here. You and entire fucking family. Feckless cowards. You nepo babies.
Fuck you, Angelica Jones. For being a coward and not stepping up to raise your kid. Fuck you Marie Jones for being a coward and leaving when shit got tough here. Fuck you Jessica Lawsieicz for not being able to stand for anything. Fuck you Kayla Jones. Fuck you, Kim.
[Alexis raises her middle finger.]
Alexis: I'm everything you say you are. I am the outsider. I've always been the outsider. Falconry, PUNK HAZARD. Even today. VOYAGERS. I didn't have a name. I didn't have the advantages that you had. I told this company why are they re hiring a woman beater in James Evans and the shit I got from wrestlers, fans, you wouldn't believe. I got death threats sent to me because I mentioned that there is rampant racism happening in this country. What are you changing, Kim? Huh?! Want to start a union? Are you putting boots on the ground, teaching the next wave how to save their money, how to train, how to protect themselves from leeches like your family to provide for theirs? Because no one teaches that. Not even your SCWs or GCWs or whoever.
I am! I'm trying, at least.
What's your cause?!
[Alexis scoffs.]
I hope this reaches to everyone in your family. They came down when I fought Kayla years ago. Let's do it again. I don't need any help. I don't need it. I don't want it. I'll fight every one of you. I'll go down in the Underground again. Body messed up and all. This is your match. This is what you do best. I'll fight all of you again. Line all of you cowards up. I know you and Marie are still doing Twin Magic in GCW. If she's under the ring tonight, I'll know.
If you are the coward that I know you are, you will be in this ring tonight. And I will look you right in the eye. And I will make you feel everything that I feel! I WILL! Kick YOUR teeth.
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Alexis: Down your throat.
[FIN]
RAGTAG GRAPPLE........
SESSION NINE
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Saturday, March 26th, 2023
11:02 A.M.
840 Florida Street
[*BOOMT*
*BOOMT*
*BOOMT*
[The dulcet sounds of Prince were echoing through the black, metallic speakers from in the living room through the forever home of the Johnsons. The sun pierced through the square shaped windows, adding to the decor; bright orange walls, glossy hickory brown floors, a wide, yellow sofa set placed in the middle of the room followed by a similar colored thick armchair to the left, a clear, circular marble table and a 75 inch Samsung TV mounted on the walls. Right below lied a dormant fireplace.
The house was currently empty as through the living room, through the kitchen, the door separating it from the backyard patio was opened. The patio was sheltered with the roof having clear colored louvered panels to protect from rain or shine. There was a built in fireplace, a grill towards the back, a mini wooden dining table and mounted heaters on the walls. Open to the backyard, there was a section of the yard that contained a mini basketball court, equipped with an adjustment hoop with a similar stanchion attached to the basket like the pros. The court had a moss green hue with white lines outlying the three point line and the free throw. To the right, there was a lush garden spouting up with a massive tree rooted towards the side. Further back, there was a wide marble table, fit to seat at least 12 people.
Taylor winced in his seat by the dining table inside the patio as his younger sister was behind him, squinting her eyes, twisting his curly hair into a dread. Taylor wore a tight, gray Abraham Lincoln High School tee with a black sleeve shirt underneath, blue Under Armor shorts on top of black basketball tights. ]
"God damn Jamicka."
[He wailed. His sister smacked her lips. Her arms were long but she sported an athletic build and a youthful face. Her long black hair was currently tied up in a bun. Passing through the door, their mother strutted by with her long black hair down. She wore a beige cardigan with a black tanktop underneath and black shorts with a purple and black bandanna wrapped on her forehead. Physically, she was comparable to her daughter but leaner.]
"Tay, watch your mouth."
[She hissed, passing by her kids before stepping out into the backyard.]
"I ain't even hurting you boy. Keep your head still."
[Jamicka remarked. Taylor tilted his head to the right, throwing his arms up.]
"What you mean? You going too tight. I could feel the blood in the back of my mouth."
"Why you being extra? I'm almost done."
[A grin flashed on her face before yanking Taylor's head by the dread strain she was holding. He yelped, then twisted his head towards her in annoyance. She cackled before finishing up with her strain.]
'And what is even on? This some weirdo shit.'
[Just then, their father stepped outside to the patio.]
"Can't be hating on classics, boy."
[His father spoke with gumption and his chest high. He stood about six foot even with a bulky stature and salt and pepper. He would his blue Hawaiian shirt loosely and unbuttoned, showing his bare chest along with beige khakis.]
"That's that Prince! That's that Prince. This classic shit, young fella. Better get hip to it."
[Taylor gives his father a quizzical expression.]
"Bro this man oohing like he Lisa Ann or something."
[Jamicka lets go of his strain, then places her hands on his shoulders, giving him a few pats. He briefly turns to face her. She nods. He gives a head up and jumps out of his seat, running a hand through her short dreads.]
"Like this man was tryna look all pretty and shit. Little fairy boy."
"You just don't know, young fella. Summer of 93 in the paddy wagon with your momma with this playing-"
[Jamicka flashes her hands towards her father, shaking her head furiously.]
"Daddy why?"
[She scurried back in the house, horrified.]
"You gotta know your history. You put on some Prince, with your lady, there was gon be some action."
"I don't know how. Bro had them high waters on. And he always sqealing like a bitch."
[His father scoffed.]
"And your momma would be matching him note for note."
[Taylor's mouth opened. He covered his face with his right hand.]
"Nah, nah, nah you gotta chillllll. Dad you gotta chill."
"I'm just saying boy. In my prine boy I was young and juicy."
[His father leaves his feet, bouncing back and forth like a boxer. Taylor shakes his head left and right.]
"Bro stopppp."
Still am too. You need to be playing this over that Broke Ass Boy. What's his name?"
[Taylor crunched his face.]
"You a hater for real."
"That's his name right? G League Young Boy. Ole boy look like them aliens Will shoot in Men in Black.:
[Taylor snickered, playfully shoving his dad a few feet.]
"You a hater!"
[Meanwhile, to the right of the patio, Taylor's mom had begun watering some of the plants, shaking her shoulders to the beat. His father bobbed his head a bit. His mouth opens, pantomiming the lyrics. ]
"What you got planned today? You going to that fair today at Wharf?"
[His father inquired.]
"Later. Bout to pick up T and Lou. Do a sess at GG first."
[His mother walked back into Taylor's view. Standing by the foot of the patio entrance, she leaned.]
"How is Lou doing?"
[Taylor shrugged.]
"The usual."
[His mother placed her left hand on her hip while holding onto the garden pitch with her right hand. Her eyes drift towards her husband.]
"Clarence, is there any leftover breakfast in there?"
[Clarence pressed his lips together, bobbing his head back and forth.]
"Should be."
"Could you put some in a little container for him and his brother?"
"Got it."
[Clarence darts past Taylor back into the kitchen. Moments later, Clarence returns, handing over a container with eggs and some bacon to Taylor.]
"Ain't much but it'll do."
[Taylor receives it, placing it on the table.]
"Also, me and your mom are working on this house down in the Mission District. We about to sell it. Just need to do some wiring. Might need to build a patio set up. We need some extra hands. We tryna do this...hey! Baby."
[He turns his head back to his wife.]
"What time we working on that house?"
[She taps her chin.]
"9 in the morning. But remember I'm going to be out-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
[He points towards her, nodding his head. He then turns back to his son.]
"Tell Lou if he's interested, he can work with him for a bit. I know y'all doing your thing with the wrestling so it wouldn't be for long. But yeah, just let him know and obviously I'll pay him for it."
"Got you."
[His mother slowly saunters back to the garden. Clarence shortly follows her outside, however his body is pointed towards Taylor.]
"Before you roll, let me put the clamps on yo ass."
[Clarence glared at Taylor, sporting a grin, rocking his head in the direction of the basketball court. Taylor jokes back, laughing hysterically. ]
"You don't want that. Bro I ain't time. You don't want that. You know you washed."
[Taylor stepped closer to the edge of the patio. Clarence backpeddled.]
"Come on then young fella. Quick game to 1."
"To 1?"
"I gotta get my stretch it. Come on young fella!"
[Taylor raises his right point finger, fervently wagging it towards him. He stepped out into the backyard, following his dad to the court. Clarence located the ball resting by the left side of the stanchion before bouncing it to him. Clarence squats in a defensive stance, extending his arms. Taylor howls when his hands touch the ball.]
"Come on!'
[Clarence taunts him. Taylor begins to dribble.]
"Aight. I'mma bust your ass."
"Taylor!'
[His mother shouted from the left side of his ear, causing him to shift his head towards that direction. His mother hadn't broke stride walking up and down the garden, watering. Taylor then gave his attention back to his dad. Clarence inched a few steps closer to Taylor. Taylor raised his left elbow, creating distance by making contact with Clarence's bare chest and then stepping back. He smirks at his dad, dancing with the the ball with a few quick in and out dribbles.]
"Ooooh."
[Taylor's grin grows wide. He swings the ball from the right to the left quickly, causing his father to shift to the right. His right leg lifts up and he pushes his body to the left before dribbling between his legs and bringing the ball back to his right.]
"Almost made you touch Earth."
[Clarence slaps the court, motioning Taylor with his hands.]
"That's ok! That's ok! Let's go!"
[He takes a few more steps towards Taylor. Taylor goes for a right to left cross dribble. Clarence's eyes lock in on his son's chest. He drops his right hand, extending it slightly around Taylor's right inner thigh. His hand makes contact with the ball. Clarence taps it upward. Taylor halts. The ball escapes his view. Taylor drops his head downward. Clarence lunges, reaching out and retrieving the ball in his hands. By the time Taylor whips around, Clarence is now dribbling.]
"Fuck."
[Taylor claps his hand in frustration. Clarence snickers.]
"Let me teach young fella. Let me teach!"
[He charged at Taylor with his left arm, sending Taylor back a few feet. Taylor gritted his teeth and brought up his right arm, using his right leg as his plant leg while his father was posting him up. Another bull charge sent Taylor back even more. He picked his head up and saw the bottom of the net and his father by the rim. Clarence picked up his dribble and floated the ball off glass and into the bucket.]
"Weight room!"
[His father pumped his fist, never breaking eye contact with his son. Taylor smacked his lips, dropping his head.]
"I'm still Grand Pooba. I'm still Grand Pooba!"
[His father sticks his tongue out.]
"What you thought it was young fella?"
[Taylor avoided eye contact with his dad, who was now giving him the "too small" gesture.]
"This how y'all do right? This how y'all do?"
[Taylor clapped his hands again, tapping himself on top of his head. His father's yells of joy was like the backup vocals of a song.]
"That's some bullshit."
[Taylor bitterly muttered under his breath. He didn't waste time storming off back inside to the patio. His father galloped off the crowd, hooting and hollering.]
"Darlene!'
[Clarence bellowed towards his wife, giving her a hard smack on her ass without her noticing. She yelped.]
"Woo!"
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10:15 A.M.
519 Ellis St
Senator Hotel
Room 204
[10:15. Lou's eyes narrowed at those numbers on the stove straight ahead in the kitchen. Anthony was messing with his bowl of Cheerios as his spoon scrapped every inch. There was no milk. The curtains were faded white, wholly. Bits and pieces the sun who show but the entire place was dim, dreary.
10:16.
Lou pounded the counter top. His nostrils flared with each second that went by. He suddenly turn about face, storming past his brother, down the little hallway. He turned to the left, elevated his left foot and booted the door opened.
His jaw tensed when he spotted two empty bottles of Jack Daniels located a few inches from his mother's head. She was sprawled out on the single mattress, snoring with her long black hair disheveled, black men's briefs, holes in her black and red flannel. There was a thin sheet that barely covered her body. The mattress was on the ground and the beige foam was sticking out from the sides.
"Get up!"
[Lou demanded, crossing his arms.]
"Get up!"
[Lou glared at his mother with indignation. He approached her, reaching down and violently pulling the sheet off her body.]
"Get up!"
[He shouted in her left ear. She started to stir, muttering. Lou grabs both bottles and begins clanging them together.]
*CLINK*
*CLINK*
*CLINK*
[His mother quickly openly his head before raising up her left hand and placing it on her forehead.]
"Do you know what time it is? You're fucking late!'
[Lou roared at her. Her mother sprung awake, eyes widening at how close her son was to her, banging the bottles in her ear.]
"Oh shit!'
[She jumped out of bed, still clutching her head.]
"Fuck."
[She winced when gripping her forehead and stumbling a bit.]
"You were suppose to catch the bus an hour ago!" I told you not to fucking drink! You have work at 9! You cant get fired from this one. What the fuck is this doing here?"
"Those aren't mine..."
[His mother replied weakly as she hastily thrusted herself back to the floor in the right corner of the room where her work uniform was; a red polo shirt and black dress pants.]
"Don't fucking lie to me! I told you!'
"I didn't!"
"Stop fucking lying!"
[Lou raged. His mother frantically placed her left leg inside her jean leg, then the right before pulling them up. She ripped off her flannel, quickly putting on her uniform. She ran towards the door, fumbling and falling face first on the dingy carpet right by Lou's feet. Lou's eyes traveled down to her. He tightened his face, sticking his right hand out to her.]
"Move!"
[His mother gritted her teeth, slapping his hand away. She then slowly pulled herself up and sprinted out of the door. Lou followed her out of the room into the living room, where she ran past Anthony, grabbed her gray Skeechers and left, slamming the door. Lou let a groan escape his mouth, staring at the beer bottles in disgust. He panted]
"You ok?"
[Lou's eyes grew wide. He turned his body towards Anthony after he spoke. His brother looked up with him with big, round eyes. Lou let out a sigh before placing the bottles on the table. He walked up to Anthony, tapping him on the head.]
"Sorry."
[He retorted somberly. He leaned down, touching foreheads with Anthony before kissing him on top of his forehead.]
"Are we still going to wrestle?"
[Lou's eyes drifted to the left, then his head juked on.]
"Oh.'
[He muttered to himself.]
"Yeah...but, you have to bring your math homework. Still have to finish it for Monday."
"Ok."
"You can't run around ok? Promise."
[Lou squats so he can be eye level with Anthony. He then extends his right pinkie to Anthony. The boy smiles widely, locking pinkies.]
"Promise.'
[Lou nods before standing up and kissing his brother on top of the head again. To his left, Lou saw the two bottles on the table again. He balled up his fist and slammed it on the table again.]
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12:34 P.M.
Golden Gate Wrestling Academy
[From his vantage point, Terrance, Taylor, Alexis and Lou all looked like ants to Anthony. Peeking his head from inside Grayson's office, he perked up at the sight of his brother successfully arm dragging Taylor to the mat.]
"Yeaahhhh!"
[The boy waved his fist and hollered to an audience of one. Anthony grinned from ear to ear as Lou reached back to his feet. Lou then exited the ring before Terrance slid underneath the bottom rope. Terrance got into a stance and grappled with Taylor. Taylor was a step too slow, dropping his head as he moved forward. This allowed Terrance to tie up Taylor Greco Roman style and then slam him back first into the mat.
Alexis crossed her left arm to her right armpit, draping her right forearm on top of her left waist, holding her chin with her right hand. Taylor laid on the mat, stomping his feet.]
"Fuck!"
[Taylor remarked in frustration. Alexis tilted her head to the right.]
"Get up."
[Alexis ordered.]
"Drill's not over. You good?"
[Terrance leaned against the ropes while Lou returned to the apron, ready to check back in.]
"Yo Tay, you good?"
[Terrance peeked his head to get a look at Taylor's face. Taylor then slapped the mat, racing up to his feet.]
"Fuck this shit! I ain't no scrub!"
[Alexis squinted her eyes. Taylor's tone wasn't as jovial as usual. There was a desperation to it. There was anger. She then placed both hands on her hips. Taylor motioned for Terrance.]
"Come on with it. You ain't getting me again."
[Terrance gave a confused expression.]
"Yo you good?"
"Run it T!"
[Taylor started to pace around the ring. Terrance turns and glances at Lou. Lou shrugs and remains on the apron. Terrance hesitates before circling the ring with Taylor. They both go to grapple. Taylor drops his head, watching himself plant his left leg in front. Terrance fluidly gets behind Taylor, wraps his arms around his waist and then slams him chest first. Terrance rolls off of Taylor, who grunts.]
"Too slow."
[Alexis said to herself before stepping towards the ring. Taylor let out a frustrated roar. Terrance quickly turned his head to Alexis. Alexis motioned with her head for him to get out of the ring.]
"Yo. Tay. Step outside with me."
[Taylor laid flat back on the mat, staring at the ceiling.]
"Lou, T. Keep doing the drill. We'll be back.]
[Taylor reaches a seated position, slumping his shoulders. He turns and faces Alexis. He kept his lips tighten before rolling out of the ring. Lou and Terrance proceeded to take his place and begun grappling. Taylor kept his head down, approaching Alexis.]
"I fucking suck."
[Taylor replied, now glaring at Alexis.]
"For real. I'm fucking ass. Every fucking time now. I'm getting whopped. I'm ass.'
'Easy.'
[Alexis raised her head up. Taylor shakes his head.]
"Nah you see it? Like..you see what be happening."
"Yeah."
"Like I'm real shitty right now. I don't know what it is-"
"I don't now what it is either.'
[Alexis locks eyes with Taylor.]
"When you were lapping the ring, doing back springs and everything, you were rolling. You keep dropping your head. What's going on with that?'
[Taylor presses his lips. His mouth opens but then it closes. Then it opens again.]
"Sharon been...she been like saying I'm going too fast. Gotta slow shit down and shit.'
[Alexis raises an eyebrow, crunching her face.]
"Really?"
"Yeah. Like..saying I gotta work on the mentals. So she don't want me jumping around, doing this, that and the third. She been telling me-"
"Sharon's been tellign you that?'
[Taylor nods. Alexis brings the tip of her right thumb to her mouth, sucking on it for a bit.]
"She's wrong."
[Alexis' eyes grow big once those words left her mouth. Taylor kept his mouth quiet.]
"Yeah..."
[Alexis' words drifted off a bit. Then, she locked with Taylor.]
"Yeah she's wrong. You are fast. You jump really high. That's your thing. Why would you do the thing you're not good at? You know? Like...that's you."
[She places her left hand on his right shoulder.]
"There's a time and place for slowing thing down. Of course. But...if you want to do this and you actually make it, you don't want to make it easy for your opponent. You want to bring what brought you to the dance. It takes a long time for wrestlers to figure out what they're good in. You found it!"
[Alexis noticed Taylor's eyes were drifting to the left.]
"Hey!'
[Alexis' command drew Taylor's attention.]
"Hey! You found it. The minute you stop thinking and you just react naturally, that's the magic. That's the magic. Because I like you going fast. You're better going fast. Sharon's wrong. Connor? yea it makes sense for him to slow it down. You? Nah."
[Taylor now strokes his chin, thinking. His shoulders pick back up. His scowl disappears.]
"Yeah...don't let the opps up. Yeah..."
[Alexis chuckles a bit.]
"Right. Exactly what I said."
[Her words dripped of sarcasm.]
"Yeah you on to something. Appreciate you Lexi. Needed that battery pack."
[Taylor turned around and sprinted to the ring. He jumped onto the apron in one fell swoop before leapfrogging over the top turnbuckle. He poses to Lou and Terrance. Ensuring trash talking happened behind Alexis. She glared at the three grappling, then taking a step back, realizing what she had said and what he was told by Sharon.
Alexis used her left hand to rub her face as she observed and watched.
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[INSERT]
[VOYAGERS]
[END INSERT]
[Camera pans open inside the AT&T Stadium in Dallas. The ring has been set up as well as the ramp. However, it's only the ropes that are prominently shown in the background. Alexis Quinne is front and center, standing by the ring apron, with a black San Francisco Giants cap with a slim black and silver varsity jacket and black jeans. Her left hand is gripping a microphone and there's a scowl on her face.]
Alexis: Yo I'm standing right here. Lot of people-
[She removes her cap, placing it on the apron.]
Alexis: Find Kimberly Williams and all of her shit real funny. Right? She's so much fun. She makes a lot of you laugh.
[Alexis' eyes drift to the left. Her tongue comes out of her mouth, licking her lips. Her eyes come back to the camera.]
Alexis: That's fine. You can like who you like. I will never tell you guys who you're suppose to like. Who you should boo.
I have no animosity!
[Alexis raises her voice.]
Alexis: For any of you. Kimberly Williams, you have never made me laugh.
[Her nostrils flare up.]
Alexis: I don't find you funny. I never have. I have always had beef with you. it's not just you though. I have something...for you. For your Mom. Your aunt. your sister. For your cousin. The entire family.
[Alexis raises up her right hand, flashing the middle finger. Her face tightens.]
Alexis: I have to hear you every week, talk about shaking up SCW management. It's corrupt. It's a conspiracy against you. You're going to bring chaos. You're an agent of chaos. Every week.
I don't believe you.
[Her words hang. She licks her lips again.]
Alexis: There's a lot of rehearsing. "I'm the Woman Scorned." I'm an agent of chaos. I staple people's asses. I'm going to boycott this match because it's not for the Underground title, right? You're going to boycott. Saying things no one says. shit you think people want to hear. We fought at Trios. End of the year last year. And you said something.
[Alexis points to the camera.]
Alexis: You said I was an "insider" as much as anyone else in this company. And...it pissed me off. Out of everyone to say that, for that to come out of your mouth. It got me.
[She presses her lips together.]
Alexis: You know I wrestled a couple of weeks ago. I stepped in this ring with Owen. World Champ. First ever Underground Rules match for me. Underground belt on the line. I was scared that I would lose years off my career because I knew I would give everything. if it meant going through tables just to become champion, I knew I would. And my shoulder, right here.
[Points to her left shoulder.]
Alexis: Still hurts when I bend it. My whole body was messed up. Still is in some ways. I lost that match. Owen was the better wrestler. I have no problem saying that. It was tough going through another title match empty handed. I'm grateful that I was even able to walk out of that ring, let alone crawl, with only bruises. And then you show up, swinging a fucking chair, telling ME what I was suppose to do.
[She brings her middle finger up again.]
Alexis: Fuck you.
[Alexis seethes.]
Alexis: It's a conspiracy. For WHAT Kim? Because you can't win a fucking match? As if you don't have your Mom who can pull strings for you to do whatever you want. Let's talk about it. Ms. Outsider! Let's talk about how..you skipped the line. There are wrestlers today who get in, have you grind on the local scene. Work two jobs, make shit. Do ring duty and build the ring. There are wrestlers who never make it who would kill to be where we are now. You never had to do that.
Because you're Angelica Jones' daughter! Of course! You can just show up to GDW in 2010 and have your first match on a national stage. Or how about..how about your sister Marie, right? Did the same shit you're doing now. When she was here, 2018, right? And she started bitching about not getting chances because when they were given to her, she would fumble them. And I looked her in the eye and told her, the way she was going, she was going to shit on the people that did support her. I beat her in the middle of the ring. Like I knew I would! And she started bitching. And she packed her stuff up and ran away.
Or how about! Or how about...your fucking Mom. Who couldn't be bothered to raise you as a kid. The Dragon. Golden Goddess. How about Shit Brown deadbeat Mom. What Game of Thrones dragon is that huh? That's what you are Angelica. A deadbeat in red lipstick.
You see Kim making some money, getting some titles, now you want to be a parent. You love being a Mom now, huh? Kim waits til after my match, when I'm beaten and I'm tired, to swing that chair at me. And there you are. Trying to talk her out of the worse defision of her life. Like a good parent. You can get back pats for that.
[The camera zooms in on Alexis' face.]
Alexis: What about your cousin, Kim? Jessica Lawsieicz. I kicked her ass , too. June 2016. She never wrestled again SCW. How many times she's going to change her hair? Kayla Jones. Let's put her in this too. I owe her for beating me . Same year. That's the Jones M.O. Shit gets hurt, blame everyone else, say it's a conspiracy and then leave. I don't trust any of you. How many times have all of you told the people you're with them before telling to fuck off?
[Alexis crunches her face, glaring at the camera in disgust.]
Alexis: These wrestling families; the Streets, the Cruzes, the Braddocks, the Jones. We want to talk about corrupt, Kim. How many peolle in your family that has ran through these companies or have had some power in these companies and abuse it? God rest his soul but Orlando Cruze, said shit. Look at this company when D's kids were fighting for control. If you're name was Kimberly Smith, you wouldn't have skipped the line. You wouldn't have missed out on ring duty. But you did and you can't relate to me.
YOU are the system, Kim!
[Alexis clenches her jaw.]
Alexis: You. The system that I tell the new guys coming in, watch out for these leeches. These leeches that use their name to cover for all the shit they do. If SCW is so bad, leave. If you want to boycott this match tonight? Go ahead. For once do what you say you're going to do. Walk out. Use your agency. You're already in other companies, right? Walk. It's in your DNA. It's what the Jones do best.
[Alexis pauses.]
Alexis: But nah. Your Mom says you're going to be here. Good. I'm glad she's here. You and entire fucking family. Feckless cowards. You nepo babies.
Fuck you, Angelica Jones. For being a coward and not stepping up to raise your kid. Fuck you Marie Jones for being a coward and leaving when shit got tough here. Fuck you Jessica Lawsieicz for not being able to stand for anything. Fuck you Kayla Jones. Fuck you, Kim.
[Alexis raises her middle finger.]
Alexis: I'm everything you say you are. I am the outsider. I've always been the outsider. Falconry, PUNK HAZARD. Even today. VOYAGERS. I didn't have a name. I didn't have the advantages that you had. I told this company why are they re hiring a woman beater in James Evans and the shit I got from wrestlers, fans, you wouldn't believe. I got death threats sent to me because I mentioned that there is rampant racism happening in this country. What are you changing, Kim? Huh?! Want to start a union? Are you putting boots on the ground, teaching the next wave how to save their money, how to train, how to protect themselves from leeches like your family to provide for theirs? Because no one teaches that. Not even your SCWs or GCWs or whoever.
I am! I'm trying, at least.
What's your cause?!
[Alexis scoffs.]
I hope this reaches to everyone in your family. They came down when I fought Kayla years ago. Let's do it again. I don't need any help. I don't need it. I don't want it. I'll fight every one of you. I'll go down in the Underground again. Body messed up and all. This is your match. This is what you do best. I'll fight all of you again. Line all of you cowards up. I know you and Marie are still doing Twin Magic in GCW. If she's under the ring tonight, I'll know.
If you are the coward that I know you are, you will be in this ring tonight. And I will look you right in the eye. And I will make you feel everything that I feel! I WILL! Kick YOUR teeth.
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Alexis: Down your throat.
[FIN]