Post by Ally Morrow on Mar 30, 2017 22:39:38 GMT
Coded RP: She wears many faces... And you were deceived by her.
Uncoded:
The scene opens on a giant Ice-Castle stylised set, Ally Morrow stands in the middle of a giant ice ballroom, dressed in a flowing blue dress that has icicles made out of crystals along the train of the dress. Her long blonde hair is braided to one side. She wears little blue gloves to complete the look and her perfectly painted pout is twisted into a smirk. Beside her, is a life-size cutout of the Frozen character Hans, but with Adrien Cochrane’s head stuck over the characters, to his side is a small plush Olaf, dressed in a Stacy Stirling costume, with a slightly askew blonde wig. As Ally opens her mouth to say something, she first makes a ‘waahh’ sound like a crying baby.
“Why Ally Why?
That is all I heard for the first 72hrs after FSociety Season Two,Episode One aired. From both sycophantic, idiotic fans and delusional co-workers alike, they all wanted to know why? Why would I do such a thing as to give you all false hope, why would I limp out there like a kicked dog and talk about truly sparking a revolution…?”
Ally turns her head to the side and stage whispers to the camera.
“Don’t wet your panties now Sarah, I’m not talking about your lesbionic relations with Kenzi and the burning thrush you keep setting her alight with… Sorry.”
She chuckles before turning back face on to the camera.
“For an hour or two, the piss-poor excuse for a wrestlers revolution actually believed they finally had some backing, they thought that maybe, just maybe with someone like me heading the charge they would actually stand a chance against the formidable enemies before them. And who can blame them really? I mean… When your leader is the epitome of boring and uninspiring, the whiff of someone finally giving a fuck had to be too good for you all to pass up.. Right Adrien?”
Ally nudges the cutout, as she does it falls over and flat onto it’s face, Ally sighs and leans down, shaking her head.
“Oh Adrien, you’re always falling flat aren’t you?”
She carefully lifts the cutout back up and stands it beside her, turning to look at him she smirks and shakes her head once more.
“See Adrien, you like to think of yourself as the big hero in all of this, swooping in to save the day just like you have to save your girlfriends ass every time things get tough. But in reality, you’re the Hans of this story, a badly thought out subpar caricature of a man with about as much personality as a wet dish rag.
And when the credits roll on your final opportunity to do the impossible and become the FSociety Champion for a second time, you will be as forgotten as this misdirected, barely relevant ‘bad guy’ you represent for the purpose of this exercise”
Ally shrugs and walks around the cutout, she stops and takes a knee beside the stuffed toy, playfully giving it a noogie and causing the wig to turn all the more askew on Olaf’s head.
“Stacy, Stacy, Stacy…
You like to see yourself as a hero too don’t you? The Anna of the piece, coming in to calm the ice queen and save the villagers from her wrath. You tweeted as much, mentioning me and questioning me. Why would I hurt your boyfriend? You thought we were friends… Why Why Why? I told you, straight up, that this is business, but that wasn’t enough for you was it Stacy? You always think you can save everyone when the reality is, you’re a bigger joke than your boyfriend is.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Some jumped up little twat in a superhero costume questioning my methods when last I looked, you can barely hold onto a Championship for more than the blink of an eye. And you can’t deny that, can you Stace? Much how you cannot deny that the one thing you will always do, is reviere me, because I do what you can’t. I go out there every single time and I win.
Saving? I don’t need saving and here’s a little wake up call for you too… You are NOT Anna, you aren’t going to come along and make everything better, help me see the error of my ways and give the little bitch babies of FSociety a happy ending. No, Stacy you; are the comic relief. The running joke who doesn’t know that no one is laughing with you, they are laughing at you. You paint yourself as a hero, but Adrien is the one keeping your ass out of the morgue. Hero?
You’re a glorified fucking side-kick. You’re Olaf, without the endearing charm that prevents Elsa from squashing him like a bug.
Stay out of my way Stace, because unlike Elsa, I will not hesitate to squash you along with your boyfriend and any other dumb fuck who wants to hold his dick during this so-called revolution. I am the FACE of this brand, I am the FACE of this company and you will fall into step or I will kick you the fuck down.
This is not fairytale, there is no happy ending for any of you. This is the era of Night. It will be Dark, it will be Cold and every single last one of you will come to know exactly what happens when you try to deny me what I have rightfully earned… Doubt me?
Why don't you ask Amber Richards what happens when you get on the wrong side of me? Or Gray Malone, or Aire Rayder, or Seth Lawless… Fuck, go ahead and ask Gavin Grimes how fun Hawaii was nursing his torn up body back to health just to go clean up old messes.
Call me a mercenary, call me a guard dog… Woof fucking Woof, I don’t care. Because what I am, is the best FSociety has to offer, what I am is the Anarchy Champion, what I am is unde-fucking-feated in this sport. You want to know why?
Because I fucking can.
So do yourselves a favor...This little revolution?
Let it go.”
February 22nd 2017
Ally & Tyson’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally lies on the long couch in the downstairs lounge, her long blonde hair clean and in soft curls, sprawled out on the cushion her head rests against, dressed in a pair of cute little pink PJs, shorts and vest top style, her ankle to her thigh in a hot pink cast, resting up on the couch. In the background Netflix plays some true crime show as Ally dozes in and out after finally submitting to some sleeping pills at the very least. Her midsection bound tights with cream coloured bandages, her shoulder and hand taped up as well, mottled, angry bruising now very evident on her throat as she moves her head a little in her half-sleep.Tyson walks into the room with some food and a couple of glasses of juice. He sets it down in front of her and runs his hand through her hair. “Hey babe…” He kisses her forehead. “I got you some lunch and the antibiotics the doctor prescribed you.” She half opened her eyes and smiles at him, she shifts slightly in an attempt to sit up, but quickly gives up when her head swims and the room appears to move.
“Hey…” she reaches her hand up and strokes across his cheekbone with a smile. “Stop getting more handsome it's totally cheating.” She laughs a little and looks over at the pills on the table “Eugh… how do they expect me to swallow those things?” Her voice is still raspy and strained as she talks. Tyson takes a spoon off the tray and crushes up the pills and puts them in one of her glasses of juice. “I already thought of that..” He hands her the glass and smiles at her. “Take your time eating okay? No one is going to steal your food away.” He chuckles. “And yes, I am getting more handsome by the moment.” Another laugh escapes him.
She picks up the juice with the crushed pills in and makes a disgusted face after taking a sip “That tastes fucking awful.” She smirks slightly, taking another sip before placing the glass down and leaning back against the couch with a small sigh “I don't think I can eat… I'm not hungry…” she looks up into his eyes again and smiles slightly, shifting her position a little she angles her body to the side. “I'll drink the juice, I promise.” He looks at her with a smirk. “You better ‘Miss Blood Spitter’.” He lets out another laugh. “I guess getting you cookies and cakes is out of the question then right? I guess I’ll have to eat all the cupcakes I got too.” He raises his eyebrows to her. She whines softly “Noooo, save me cupcakes…” she pouts a little before reaching up and touching the padding around her broken nose.
“Seriously, how can you even stand to look at me right now? I must be a mess… all bandages and broken parts…” tears spring to her eyes and she takes a deep breath trying to swallow it down “Everything was going so well and I had to be so fucking pig headed with this match and now I don't even know when I can get back in the ring and and… and I don't know when I'll be on my leg again… it's all just so fucked up…” she shakes her head slightly and flinches in pain. “You have to be so angry with me…” Tyson looks at her and lets out a chuckle. “You think I’m angry with you?” He laughs again. “No baby, I’m worried about you… That’s for sure. But I’m not mad at you.” He runs his fingers through her hair. “And you are always beautiful to me, Ally… Always beautiful.” He leans in and kisses her softly on the lips.
She leans up a little to meet his lips with a kiss of her own, as she rests back down she shakes her head with a small sigh “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, for everything all the stupid things that I said before you went to New York…” she rasps slightly as she inhales and a sob catches in her throat “For pushing you away, for almost losing you…” her hand grabs his and she wraps her fingers up so theirs are entwined… “I meant what I said in the hospital, you're all that really matters… I could retire tomorrow and so long as I still had you, everything would be okay.” She looks down and shakes her head, flinching again in pain as she moves “And I nearly threw it all away for my own stupid pride, I have been so prideful in all of this… I'm so sorry….” He drops down to the floor near the couch and gets level with her. “You have nothing to be sorry about with all of this okay? We worked out the New York stuff and right now you are being more hard on yourself than I am.” He chuckles. “What I want from you is to rest, okay?” He smirks at her. “If you really are sorry you will rest…” He sticks his tongue out at her.
She leans her forehead against his and sighs softly, reaching out she wraps her good arm around his neck and pulls him in close, she kisses him a little firmer than before but is still wary with her injuries so if more careful and softer than usual with the kiss, as she pulls back she stares into his eyes for a long moment before smiling. “I love you Ty, more than I even knew a person could love another person…” she lets out a soft, slow breath before she smiles again “And every second that passes… I love you a little bit more.” He smiles at her, his forehead still pressed against hers. “Now you sound all sappy like me…” He lightly kisses her. “Just know that no matter how much you love me… I love you more.” He raises his eyebrows at her and gives her lips a small, soft kiss. She laughs a little and shakes her head, causing his to shake along with her as she doesn't move away from their foreheads pressed together.
“Nope, sorry… I can't agree to that.” She places her good hand on his wrist where his knot bracelet sits and she suddenly looks like she remembers something “My necklace… it was in my gear bag… I don't have it on, can you get it for me?” She moves as though she is going to sit up and look around for it. “Stay still okay?” His words are firm but loving. “I have it… Just be still…” Tyson gets up and makes his way to the mantle of the fireplace. He opens a small container there and pulls out the necklace. “See? I have it right here.” She leans back with a sigh of relief and a smile her eyes move up to the necklace in his hand and she smiles “You always have everything under control huh?”
She picks up the juice and sips it as she feels her throat starting to get dry, she places the glass down and sits up just a little so he can put her necklace back on for her. He puts it on her. “No, I don't always have everything under control… I just like to pretend I do.” He winks at her playfully. “One of us has to with the other busting open skulls.” He lets out a small chuckle. She smirks slightly and angles her upper body so she's sitting up on the couch, her good hand immediately grabs the bullet “True, but hey… I won..,” she half shrugs as she can only use one shoulder “And not just the match, I feel like I've woken up with a new understanding of myself and I feel, so much more at peace… And that's thanks to you, your love and support are what got me through the hospital… the pain… my memories with you kept me myself in that room….” she gently squeezes the bullet “I mean it, I don't need anything in this world but you.” He leans in and places his forehead against hers. “You are my happy place...I love you.”
March 8th 2017
Ally & Tyson’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally tosses the crutches down on the floor with a loud 'ugh' as she reaches the couch, dropping down onto it she throws her boot up and rests it slightly elevated on the cushion, she lies back with a small sigh and stretches her arms out over her head "I can't wait to get this stupid thing off, or just load bare for more than five minutes... I'm sick of being a hopalong!" She glances over as Tyson with a pouty face as he leaves the bags by the door and follows her into the lounge.
"You hurry it up too much and you're going to be back in the boot for longer." He shakes his head and laughs. "Never heard of someone that got tired of being waited on." She pokes her tongue out at him with a small laugh "I don't like feeling like I, a hindrance to everyone. And I miss the gym...." she pouts again with a small sigh "I was really hoping I'd be on the two week end of rehabbing... but I think it's going to take longer..."
He sits down next to her and puts her foot up on his lap. "All that's going to matter is you are back to 100 percent babe... No matter the time off." She looks up at him with a pouty look but can't help the smile that crosses her face. "Stop cheating... making me smile when I'm feeling sorry for myself is rude!" She pokes her tongue out at him again before sighing. "And it does ,after the time off, do you know how quickly people are forgotten in this business? I'm already missing one card..."
He laughs. "No one is going to forget Ally Morrow... You made sure of that." He raises his eyebrow. "Plus I know you are healing up well... You did that thing I like on vacation and... That takes skill." He winks at her. She laughs and licks her lips slowly. "It also happens to be a thing that I like... “
“I'm just glad you finally stopped acting like I'm made of glass... a week without sex was literally torture." She leans back against the couch with a smile and runs a hand through her hair "But for real... what if I go I. This week and they say I need surgery? What if it's months? They're not going to let me stay a champion through that kind of recovery...."
"That would be the only way they could get that belt off you." He shakes his head. "But they aren't going to say that at all, okay?" Tyson rubs his shoulder where he previously had surgery. "And trust me, if I did what you are and rested, I wouldn't have needed my surgery." Her face softens slightly and she nods her head "I'm just scared that things are worse than I keep,telling myself they are... my ribs are still fucked, I've bruised ribs before and it was a few days... I didn't know a crack could make so much difference." She tenderly pokes at her wrapped up ribs with a frown "I just want to get to the rehab part where I do things, work out, get my strength back... Jamaica was amazing but it was more sitting around doing nothing..." she sighs and shakes her head "I've gained weight, lost definition.... I'm nowhere near ring ready and I hate it."
Tyson looks down. "Sorry, I just figured it would help take your mind off of everything... But you still need to rest." he sighs. "You know it and I do too." She sits up and pulls him close to kiss him softly "I loved Jamaica... I wasn't complaining about it, I'm sorry, I'm so ungrateful... I didn't mean for it to sound like that." She meets his eyes and shakes her head slightly "I'm just not used to my body like this..." she curls her top lip up slightly "I feel... gross." Tyson shakes his head. "You're crazy... You know that?" He laughs. "Only someone crazy could say you are gross... You are sexy, beautiful and smoking hot... Not gross."
She makes a face at him "You have to say that because you love me." She drops back against the couch and flinches slightly, forgetting to lift her shoulder and knocking it harder than she meant to "You. You look fucking amazing you're still cut as all hell..." she reaches down and picks at her hips, getting a small pinch of fat "I... need some work."
He looks at her with a semi serious look on his face. "You really going to sit here, nitpick over looks and all that? Take all your time going deeper and deeper into feeling bad until you're dating an 18 year old?" He shrugs. "That's where I was when I fucked up my shoulder. The shit part of being hurt isnt the being hurt part, its the psychological part where you feel like shit all the time." He sighs. "I have been there babe... It's not fun... So let me help you, please."
She nods slightly and drops her hands over her face "It just feels like my body failed me... I could do more. I can do more... I know I can..." she drags her hands down off her face and looks back at him with a blink "I don't want to get there Ty, I don't... I can feel those old voices creeping back in, telling I'm not good enough, that I'm never going to be the same fighter I was... That I'm going to be forgotten..." her voice drops low with a sigh "That you'll get tired of playing nurse to me..."
He shakes his head. "If I was going to tire of you, do you think I would have come back from New York? You are going to be back better than ever... SMARTER than ever because you're not going to do stupid ass matches like Monster's Ball anymore... Right?" She bites her bottom lip for a moment "I'm not?" Tyson just looks at her with an un-amused look on his face.
She sighs softly and looks back at him with a slightly raise of her eyebrows "I'm still the Anarchy champion, it's still about making people hurt...." she sighs and shakes her head "I feel better, I do... but I still have that ache, that hunger... I want people to suffer and I don't know how to switch that off!" Tyson sighs. "Then get used to how you feel now. You don't get one side or the other with this. That feeling to make people hurt? It's going to get you hurt too..." She looks down at her hands and starts to pick at her nail beds in that nervous way she has "Then how do I get rid of this feeling? How do I mend what is left to be mended without taking it out in the ring with me Ty?"
"You said before your match that you would want to maybe see the psychologist for help... Do you still want to?" He gives her a genuine look. She sighs and nods quietly as she keeps looking down "Maybe that would help..." she frowns and bites at her bottom lip "I don't know if I can... open up to a stranger like that..."
"Well, do you want me there? And you don't have to open up until you feel comfortable, you know?" He rubs her leg. "Whatever we need to have done for you... I'm here to help." She nods again and looks up at him now "What if you hear things you don't like? What if I finally get it all out and you can't look at me the same anymore." She shakes her head slightly and tears prick at her eyes "I feel like there's this huge part of me I don't even know anymore, I've been so far removed from it for so long and I don't want me tapping into that to hurt us... I don't want to lose you."
He takes her by the hand. "What if I don't look at you the same... What If I look at you with more love than I had ever felt before?" He shakes his head. "I'm not going anywhere... I'm here for the forever, babe." She looks up at him with sad eyes "Promise?" She keeps her eyes on his but her voice wavers slightly "I'm not proud of where I come from, or the things I have come out of... I know that you see me, you know enough... I know that you've been the one person to be here through all of my battles with some of my demons but..." her voice drops to a whisper "What if I'm really not good enough for you?"
He bites his lip and looks to Ally's eyes. "You do know I worry that about myself everyday?" His voice stays steady. "I kicked well out of my coverage with you... " She laughs and shakes her head "You're crazy, have you met you? You're.. amazing.... You think I don't know there's a queue of girls thirty miles long just waiting to fill my spot? You're a catch Ty, you're smart and handsome and funny and talented and successful and sweet and kindhearted and honest and..." she shakes her head slowly "I'm not even half of those things."
"I do find it cute that both of us think the other is the... Good one." He smirks and bites his lip. "Do you know what my favorite memory of us is?" She smiles and shakes her head "No.. what?" Tyson smiles. "The first night we actually met in person.... When we talked in the back of the car. I got to know a lot about you and that was the night I really started to fall for you. It was umm..." He runs his hand through his hair and chuckles. "It was the time that I started to fall in love with you." Tyson lightly nods and smiles at Ally. "Never told you that, have I?"
A grin spreads across her face as a different kind of tears well up in her eyes, she shakes her head slightly and tried to respond but can't for a moment as she's overcome with emotion... "No.. You haven't....". She bites her bottom lip slightly "You really started to fall for me that night?" Tyson smiles warmly. "Yes... That night I started to fall in love with you." She blushes slightly and sits up, pulling her foot off his lap she snuggles up close, tuck in her feet behind her she nuzzles his neck with a soft sigh "How'd I get so lucky?" Tyson lightly laughs. "I was smart enough to get a hold of you and not let go..." She tilts her head up to look at him "I knew I loved you that night you came over.... when Amber and kaden were...." she sighs and shakes her head "And you had pizza and you threw my damn phone in the toilet and you picked me up and you just held me... didn't need to say anything, I'd never felt so safe in my whole life... we weren't even really a couple then, but I knew that I loved you..." she kisses him softly with a smile "And I knew from that night I'd never be able to live without you."
Tyson smirks. "So I knew before you?" She laughs and slides onto his lap, meeting his eyes with hers "That wasn't when it started... just the moment that I knew I couldn't go on living without you in my life..." she places her hand on his chest and sighs happily "I've done a lot of thinking... and growing... since we've been together, things I convinced myself I could never have, I want because of you... I've had to look into myself and question my own behavior.. my own reactions." She leans in close and sighs against his lips "I'm not the same girl that moved to Las Vegas last year and that's because of you..." she smiles slightly "You make me want to be a better person...."
He pulls her against him and kisses her. "Have I told you today that I am wildly, passionately in love with you?" She grins as she kisses him back, her hands sliding over his shoulders to balance out her weight distribution and relieve her ribs a little. "I believe you said something about that... but I never ever, tire of hearing it.” He smirks. "And I'll never ever tire of saying it."
She leans in closer and tilts her head slightly "I love you, Tyson Gregory."
"And I love you.. Allyson Greg... Sorry Ally Morrow." He winks at her. She rolls her eyes at him and playfully pokes him in the ribs "Don't tease me! It's your own fault in starting to like the sound of that." He leans in and kisses her. "You're cute when I get you going..." She makes a fake angry face at him with a growl "Meanie!" He pulls her in close. "Love of my life!" She leans her forehead against his with a mischevious smile "I love you more" His eyes grow wide. "Lies!" She smiles and shakes her head "Truth."
He laughs. "Well how about we say we love each other equally and that be that?" He leans in and kisses her, pulling at her bottom lip on the way back. She sighs against his lips but then shakes her head "No deal Mr. Gregory!" She kisses him back with a smile "Id never lie to you... and I love you more." He smirks. "I guess I can let you have it this time..." he winks at her. She smiles and licks her lips "So generous of you my love!" Tyson smirks again. "You did say you liked doing that one thing right?" She laughs and gently punches his shoulder "Way to ruin a moment you butt!"
"Ruin it... Or make it better?" he winks at her. She smiles "You'll have to carry me, I'm not using those damn crutches again!!” Tyson leans close, inches from Ally's beautiful full lips. "I would carry you forever with me." She smiles and her cheeks colour slightly "If my ankle doesn't heal you might literally be carrying me forever..." He smiles to her. "And I would." She rubs the tip of her nose against his with a smile "But you won't have to... I promise." He kisses her lips softly. "But I gladly would..."
Let's get down to business,
To silence the marks.
Did he send me jobbers?
When I asked, for stars…
You’re the saddest pair I never met
Harper hasn’t got a clue.
Wulfy I’ll, beat the shit,
Out of you.
A raging Inferno,
But i’m ice within
I am the one true Champion
And you can not win.
You’re a spineless and talentless cunt
Wulfy what you gonna do?
When I, make a fool,
Out of you?
You’re never gonna catch a break.
Say goodbye to those who knew you.
Tom you are a fool who’s getting schooled.
I know that I got you scared to death.
And I can see right through you.
Now you really wish you knew how to win!
You’re not men.
You are as weak as a crying baby.
You’re not men.
You know you’ve already lost this fight.
You’re not men.
I have the strength of a raging fire.
As cold and as cruel, as the Night.
Anarchy marches forwards
Violence will surround.
Heed this very warning.
Your balls, I have, not found.
You’re unworthy and incapable
So pack up, go home, you’re through.
Because I’ll, fucking kill,
Both of you.
Ally stands in the middle of an empty training room, behind her in a line is boxers mannequins, lined up in a perfect row. She faces the camera head on, holding in front of her a perfectly polished and exquisitely cut Samurai sword that cuts the visual of her face in half. She wears a black and blood red kamishimo, with her hair tied at the base of her neck in a tight bun. Her face is the picture of tranquility as she stares down the lens, before a small smile breaks across her face.
“Harper.
For a guy who got beaten around the ring like a sack of potatoes last week only to blame it all on some Japanese voodoo, you sure do talk a lot of shit. And no, I don’t mean it as in, you’re a mean shit talker who has me on my back foot, I mean you Literally talk shit. What, did you look at the card, see I have pretty big tits and think to yourself; here’s a woman I can pretend to know anything about and fulfil my goreporn kink.
I mean, dude, when I talk about making someone bleed, it is pretty sexy so I can see why, when presented with facing me this week, you tried to chip a little something off the winner's block and run with it… But I can’t be the only person who sat through your five minute and interview and wondered when exactly you were going to start making Cass rub the lotion on its skin…
Not sexy.”
She sheaths the sword and shakes her head with a cluck of her tongue.
“I have to ask you,seriously… Did you fall off something between Cold Dawn and that interview and turn completely fucking retarded… You think YOU are going to push me to my limits? YOU… Fuck me mate you couldn’t even throw a punch at Zooey but you’re going to sit there and talk about how you can do what Gavin Grimes didn’t? You can’t be serious… You’re just really good at straight faced comedy routines right? That has to be it…
Listen here Chein-Po you and the neutered Beast over there can go toss each other off in the corner and when you’re ready to actually wrestle a match, try and step the fuck up to me.
At least you’re smart enough to know it’s going to take you AND Wulf to stand a chance even surviving in that ring with me. But don’t stop there, bring Blood Red, Big Red, Double Mint and the whole host of super alternative japanese personalities in your head… After i’m done showing the world what an absolute farce of a human being you are, maybe the jokers at Cartoon Network can pick your brain for a new hit TV show and you can make some money to cover the medical bills that poor Asian family you stole the mask from will have to fork out to have it surgically removed from your ass.”
She reaches up and pulls the tie from her hair, releasing the bun her blonde hair flows down her shoulders and she winks at the camera.
“Did I get you going yet Tommy boy? A few more serious slashes between you and blood red before you get him off… Fuck, no wonder Wulf has been silent on this whole deal… You’re over here talking about jerking off your alter ego on camera and he’s busy chasing dumped lesbians all over Twitter, begging for cookies like a good boy.
Sit Wulf… Roll over… Play dead. Good boy.”
Ally deadpans the camera and shakes her head slowly.
“Speaking of Wulf Eriksson…
Honestly? I can’t. See, a part of me thinks that at some point you maybe did something of relevance here in FSociety, but then a bigger part of me remembers that if you didn’t wipe it all over Twitter like you were pissing on territory, you probably forgot yourself. See, you’re one of those wrestlers that just amazes me.
Now hold on, that isn’t a compliment.
See, you amaze me because despite overworking your body and seemingly never training, stepping up, improving or doing, well.. Anything.You still find the time to go onto social media and interject yourself repeatedly into situations until eventually someone gives in and lets you be a part of their crowd for five seconds.
You court bullshit and drama and yet, when given an opportunity to actually have something to say, you sit like a mute in the corner with a giant D on your hat and a tiny one in your pants you want everyone else to yank for you.
Honestly,I don’t give a fucking shit what you have done, I don’t give even half a fuck where you have been, who you have beaten, who your new BFF is, or exactly how many matches you can last before you tuck tail and run. All I care about, is my Championship. All I care about, is ripping the victory from your tore up hands and the trembling, over-excited hands of your sexually frustrated, would be deviant partner.”
She squares up to the camera again, staring down at it, she places both hands on the hilt of her sword and smirks.
“So,here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to walk out there thinking you have this, convinced that with the two of you working as a team, you can do what no one else has done and finally get that W over me. And then, things are going to start going south, fast. And when that happens, one of you is going to turn on the other one, I mean, what good is an alliance if it's getting your ass handed to you...Right? I’m not sure which one of you will turn first, but my money's on Wulf, he at least seems to still have some blood flowing to his brain instead of wanking off into a mask and then claiming it was ‘stuck’ when the medics arrive.
But anyway, one of you is going to turn on the other one. You’re going to in fight, because as Harper is going to find out, the only truly nasty things being done in that ring with a kendo stick, will be at MY hands… You both might want to hit up the ‘King’ of shite and over-rated idiocy himself Gray Malone and find out just how dirty I like to get with those.
So, one of you will turn, start beating the shit out of the other in hopes of winning my favor and then, well then shit is gonna get real bad for both of you.
Tom, you’re going to bleed for me baby. Not over my cold, dead body. Keep that to yourself next time,I am sure grandma just loves it when you tell her stories about the things you do to the girls hanging in your closet, but even Cass doesn’t deserve the short bus’ answer to Norman Bates sitting across from her.”
Ally shudders at the thought and shakes her head.
“And Wulf, assuming you decide to join the party at some point.You are going to be the little fucking bitch everyone knows you are. In fact, when I told you earlier to play dead, I was doing you a solid… The very best thing you can do is stay the fuck out of my way whilst I beat a little respect into and a whole lotta shit out of the jumped up little cunt standing beside you at Anarchy.
So, you stick to begging for treats like a good boy and lapping up Ashley Marie Chase’s leftovers and I’ll take care of actually wrestling this show, since both you and your partner seem a little too focused on getting off instead of getting ready. But hey, a miracle could happen and you could actually put up, show up and do a little work.
And guess what… If that happens… You’re gonna bleed for me too baby. This isn't about you two, it was never about either of you.As a matter of fact you should be on your knees thanking me for getting you a goddamn main event spot, because if you weren’t facing me, do you really believe you would be here right now? NO. Just like every single victim that came before you, your name is out there, your face is on the map because you are facing me, because people will tune in to see you wrench and bleed and writhe and beg.
Tell me you won’t, tell me this time will be different, say everything that every single person who came before you said because it won’t make a single bit of difference. At Anarchy, I will again prove why I am the dominant force in this company, I will again prove there is NO ONE that can stop me and at the end of the night, with my arms raised, it will be.
And STILL your Anarchy Champion; Allyson Grace Morrow.”
Uncoded:
The scene opens on a giant Ice-Castle stylised set, Ally Morrow stands in the middle of a giant ice ballroom, dressed in a flowing blue dress that has icicles made out of crystals along the train of the dress. Her long blonde hair is braided to one side. She wears little blue gloves to complete the look and her perfectly painted pout is twisted into a smirk. Beside her, is a life-size cutout of the Frozen character Hans, but with Adrien Cochrane’s head stuck over the characters, to his side is a small plush Olaf, dressed in a Stacy Stirling costume, with a slightly askew blonde wig. As Ally opens her mouth to say something, she first makes a ‘waahh’ sound like a crying baby.
“Why Ally Why?
That is all I heard for the first 72hrs after FSociety Season Two,Episode One aired. From both sycophantic, idiotic fans and delusional co-workers alike, they all wanted to know why? Why would I do such a thing as to give you all false hope, why would I limp out there like a kicked dog and talk about truly sparking a revolution…?”
Ally turns her head to the side and stage whispers to the camera.
“Don’t wet your panties now Sarah, I’m not talking about your lesbionic relations with Kenzi and the burning thrush you keep setting her alight with… Sorry.”
She chuckles before turning back face on to the camera.
“For an hour or two, the piss-poor excuse for a wrestlers revolution actually believed they finally had some backing, they thought that maybe, just maybe with someone like me heading the charge they would actually stand a chance against the formidable enemies before them. And who can blame them really? I mean… When your leader is the epitome of boring and uninspiring, the whiff of someone finally giving a fuck had to be too good for you all to pass up.. Right Adrien?”
Ally nudges the cutout, as she does it falls over and flat onto it’s face, Ally sighs and leans down, shaking her head.
“Oh Adrien, you’re always falling flat aren’t you?”
She carefully lifts the cutout back up and stands it beside her, turning to look at him she smirks and shakes her head once more.
“See Adrien, you like to think of yourself as the big hero in all of this, swooping in to save the day just like you have to save your girlfriends ass every time things get tough. But in reality, you’re the Hans of this story, a badly thought out subpar caricature of a man with about as much personality as a wet dish rag.
And when the credits roll on your final opportunity to do the impossible and become the FSociety Champion for a second time, you will be as forgotten as this misdirected, barely relevant ‘bad guy’ you represent for the purpose of this exercise”
Ally shrugs and walks around the cutout, she stops and takes a knee beside the stuffed toy, playfully giving it a noogie and causing the wig to turn all the more askew on Olaf’s head.
“Stacy, Stacy, Stacy…
You like to see yourself as a hero too don’t you? The Anna of the piece, coming in to calm the ice queen and save the villagers from her wrath. You tweeted as much, mentioning me and questioning me. Why would I hurt your boyfriend? You thought we were friends… Why Why Why? I told you, straight up, that this is business, but that wasn’t enough for you was it Stacy? You always think you can save everyone when the reality is, you’re a bigger joke than your boyfriend is.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Some jumped up little twat in a superhero costume questioning my methods when last I looked, you can barely hold onto a Championship for more than the blink of an eye. And you can’t deny that, can you Stace? Much how you cannot deny that the one thing you will always do, is reviere me, because I do what you can’t. I go out there every single time and I win.
Saving? I don’t need saving and here’s a little wake up call for you too… You are NOT Anna, you aren’t going to come along and make everything better, help me see the error of my ways and give the little bitch babies of FSociety a happy ending. No, Stacy you; are the comic relief. The running joke who doesn’t know that no one is laughing with you, they are laughing at you. You paint yourself as a hero, but Adrien is the one keeping your ass out of the morgue. Hero?
You’re a glorified fucking side-kick. You’re Olaf, without the endearing charm that prevents Elsa from squashing him like a bug.
Stay out of my way Stace, because unlike Elsa, I will not hesitate to squash you along with your boyfriend and any other dumb fuck who wants to hold his dick during this so-called revolution. I am the FACE of this brand, I am the FACE of this company and you will fall into step or I will kick you the fuck down.
This is not fairytale, there is no happy ending for any of you. This is the era of Night. It will be Dark, it will be Cold and every single last one of you will come to know exactly what happens when you try to deny me what I have rightfully earned… Doubt me?
Why don't you ask Amber Richards what happens when you get on the wrong side of me? Or Gray Malone, or Aire Rayder, or Seth Lawless… Fuck, go ahead and ask Gavin Grimes how fun Hawaii was nursing his torn up body back to health just to go clean up old messes.
Call me a mercenary, call me a guard dog… Woof fucking Woof, I don’t care. Because what I am, is the best FSociety has to offer, what I am is the Anarchy Champion, what I am is unde-fucking-feated in this sport. You want to know why?
Because I fucking can.
So do yourselves a favor...This little revolution?
Let it go.”
February 22nd 2017
Ally & Tyson’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally lies on the long couch in the downstairs lounge, her long blonde hair clean and in soft curls, sprawled out on the cushion her head rests against, dressed in a pair of cute little pink PJs, shorts and vest top style, her ankle to her thigh in a hot pink cast, resting up on the couch. In the background Netflix plays some true crime show as Ally dozes in and out after finally submitting to some sleeping pills at the very least. Her midsection bound tights with cream coloured bandages, her shoulder and hand taped up as well, mottled, angry bruising now very evident on her throat as she moves her head a little in her half-sleep.Tyson walks into the room with some food and a couple of glasses of juice. He sets it down in front of her and runs his hand through her hair. “Hey babe…” He kisses her forehead. “I got you some lunch and the antibiotics the doctor prescribed you.” She half opened her eyes and smiles at him, she shifts slightly in an attempt to sit up, but quickly gives up when her head swims and the room appears to move.
“Hey…” she reaches her hand up and strokes across his cheekbone with a smile. “Stop getting more handsome it's totally cheating.” She laughs a little and looks over at the pills on the table “Eugh… how do they expect me to swallow those things?” Her voice is still raspy and strained as she talks. Tyson takes a spoon off the tray and crushes up the pills and puts them in one of her glasses of juice. “I already thought of that..” He hands her the glass and smiles at her. “Take your time eating okay? No one is going to steal your food away.” He chuckles. “And yes, I am getting more handsome by the moment.” Another laugh escapes him.
She picks up the juice with the crushed pills in and makes a disgusted face after taking a sip “That tastes fucking awful.” She smirks slightly, taking another sip before placing the glass down and leaning back against the couch with a small sigh “I don't think I can eat… I'm not hungry…” she looks up into his eyes again and smiles slightly, shifting her position a little she angles her body to the side. “I'll drink the juice, I promise.” He looks at her with a smirk. “You better ‘Miss Blood Spitter’.” He lets out another laugh. “I guess getting you cookies and cakes is out of the question then right? I guess I’ll have to eat all the cupcakes I got too.” He raises his eyebrows to her. She whines softly “Noooo, save me cupcakes…” she pouts a little before reaching up and touching the padding around her broken nose.
“Seriously, how can you even stand to look at me right now? I must be a mess… all bandages and broken parts…” tears spring to her eyes and she takes a deep breath trying to swallow it down “Everything was going so well and I had to be so fucking pig headed with this match and now I don't even know when I can get back in the ring and and… and I don't know when I'll be on my leg again… it's all just so fucked up…” she shakes her head slightly and flinches in pain. “You have to be so angry with me…” Tyson looks at her and lets out a chuckle. “You think I’m angry with you?” He laughs again. “No baby, I’m worried about you… That’s for sure. But I’m not mad at you.” He runs his fingers through her hair. “And you are always beautiful to me, Ally… Always beautiful.” He leans in and kisses her softly on the lips.
She leans up a little to meet his lips with a kiss of her own, as she rests back down she shakes her head with a small sigh “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, for everything all the stupid things that I said before you went to New York…” she rasps slightly as she inhales and a sob catches in her throat “For pushing you away, for almost losing you…” her hand grabs his and she wraps her fingers up so theirs are entwined… “I meant what I said in the hospital, you're all that really matters… I could retire tomorrow and so long as I still had you, everything would be okay.” She looks down and shakes her head, flinching again in pain as she moves “And I nearly threw it all away for my own stupid pride, I have been so prideful in all of this… I'm so sorry….” He drops down to the floor near the couch and gets level with her. “You have nothing to be sorry about with all of this okay? We worked out the New York stuff and right now you are being more hard on yourself than I am.” He chuckles. “What I want from you is to rest, okay?” He smirks at her. “If you really are sorry you will rest…” He sticks his tongue out at her.
She leans her forehead against his and sighs softly, reaching out she wraps her good arm around his neck and pulls him in close, she kisses him a little firmer than before but is still wary with her injuries so if more careful and softer than usual with the kiss, as she pulls back she stares into his eyes for a long moment before smiling. “I love you Ty, more than I even knew a person could love another person…” she lets out a soft, slow breath before she smiles again “And every second that passes… I love you a little bit more.” He smiles at her, his forehead still pressed against hers. “Now you sound all sappy like me…” He lightly kisses her. “Just know that no matter how much you love me… I love you more.” He raises his eyebrows at her and gives her lips a small, soft kiss. She laughs a little and shakes her head, causing his to shake along with her as she doesn't move away from their foreheads pressed together.
“Nope, sorry… I can't agree to that.” She places her good hand on his wrist where his knot bracelet sits and she suddenly looks like she remembers something “My necklace… it was in my gear bag… I don't have it on, can you get it for me?” She moves as though she is going to sit up and look around for it. “Stay still okay?” His words are firm but loving. “I have it… Just be still…” Tyson gets up and makes his way to the mantle of the fireplace. He opens a small container there and pulls out the necklace. “See? I have it right here.” She leans back with a sigh of relief and a smile her eyes move up to the necklace in his hand and she smiles “You always have everything under control huh?”
She picks up the juice and sips it as she feels her throat starting to get dry, she places the glass down and sits up just a little so he can put her necklace back on for her. He puts it on her. “No, I don't always have everything under control… I just like to pretend I do.” He winks at her playfully. “One of us has to with the other busting open skulls.” He lets out a small chuckle. She smirks slightly and angles her upper body so she's sitting up on the couch, her good hand immediately grabs the bullet “True, but hey… I won..,” she half shrugs as she can only use one shoulder “And not just the match, I feel like I've woken up with a new understanding of myself and I feel, so much more at peace… And that's thanks to you, your love and support are what got me through the hospital… the pain… my memories with you kept me myself in that room….” she gently squeezes the bullet “I mean it, I don't need anything in this world but you.” He leans in and places his forehead against hers. “You are my happy place...I love you.”
March 8th 2017
Ally & Tyson’s Las Vegas Home.
Ally tosses the crutches down on the floor with a loud 'ugh' as she reaches the couch, dropping down onto it she throws her boot up and rests it slightly elevated on the cushion, she lies back with a small sigh and stretches her arms out over her head "I can't wait to get this stupid thing off, or just load bare for more than five minutes... I'm sick of being a hopalong!" She glances over as Tyson with a pouty face as he leaves the bags by the door and follows her into the lounge.
"You hurry it up too much and you're going to be back in the boot for longer." He shakes his head and laughs. "Never heard of someone that got tired of being waited on." She pokes her tongue out at him with a small laugh "I don't like feeling like I, a hindrance to everyone. And I miss the gym...." she pouts again with a small sigh "I was really hoping I'd be on the two week end of rehabbing... but I think it's going to take longer..."
He sits down next to her and puts her foot up on his lap. "All that's going to matter is you are back to 100 percent babe... No matter the time off." She looks up at him with a pouty look but can't help the smile that crosses her face. "Stop cheating... making me smile when I'm feeling sorry for myself is rude!" She pokes her tongue out at him again before sighing. "And it does ,after the time off, do you know how quickly people are forgotten in this business? I'm already missing one card..."
He laughs. "No one is going to forget Ally Morrow... You made sure of that." He raises his eyebrow. "Plus I know you are healing up well... You did that thing I like on vacation and... That takes skill." He winks at her. She laughs and licks her lips slowly. "It also happens to be a thing that I like... “
“I'm just glad you finally stopped acting like I'm made of glass... a week without sex was literally torture." She leans back against the couch with a smile and runs a hand through her hair "But for real... what if I go I. This week and they say I need surgery? What if it's months? They're not going to let me stay a champion through that kind of recovery...."
"That would be the only way they could get that belt off you." He shakes his head. "But they aren't going to say that at all, okay?" Tyson rubs his shoulder where he previously had surgery. "And trust me, if I did what you are and rested, I wouldn't have needed my surgery." Her face softens slightly and she nods her head "I'm just scared that things are worse than I keep,telling myself they are... my ribs are still fucked, I've bruised ribs before and it was a few days... I didn't know a crack could make so much difference." She tenderly pokes at her wrapped up ribs with a frown "I just want to get to the rehab part where I do things, work out, get my strength back... Jamaica was amazing but it was more sitting around doing nothing..." she sighs and shakes her head "I've gained weight, lost definition.... I'm nowhere near ring ready and I hate it."
Tyson looks down. "Sorry, I just figured it would help take your mind off of everything... But you still need to rest." he sighs. "You know it and I do too." She sits up and pulls him close to kiss him softly "I loved Jamaica... I wasn't complaining about it, I'm sorry, I'm so ungrateful... I didn't mean for it to sound like that." She meets his eyes and shakes her head slightly "I'm just not used to my body like this..." she curls her top lip up slightly "I feel... gross." Tyson shakes his head. "You're crazy... You know that?" He laughs. "Only someone crazy could say you are gross... You are sexy, beautiful and smoking hot... Not gross."
She makes a face at him "You have to say that because you love me." She drops back against the couch and flinches slightly, forgetting to lift her shoulder and knocking it harder than she meant to "You. You look fucking amazing you're still cut as all hell..." she reaches down and picks at her hips, getting a small pinch of fat "I... need some work."
He looks at her with a semi serious look on his face. "You really going to sit here, nitpick over looks and all that? Take all your time going deeper and deeper into feeling bad until you're dating an 18 year old?" He shrugs. "That's where I was when I fucked up my shoulder. The shit part of being hurt isnt the being hurt part, its the psychological part where you feel like shit all the time." He sighs. "I have been there babe... It's not fun... So let me help you, please."
She nods slightly and drops her hands over her face "It just feels like my body failed me... I could do more. I can do more... I know I can..." she drags her hands down off her face and looks back at him with a blink "I don't want to get there Ty, I don't... I can feel those old voices creeping back in, telling I'm not good enough, that I'm never going to be the same fighter I was... That I'm going to be forgotten..." her voice drops low with a sigh "That you'll get tired of playing nurse to me..."
He shakes his head. "If I was going to tire of you, do you think I would have come back from New York? You are going to be back better than ever... SMARTER than ever because you're not going to do stupid ass matches like Monster's Ball anymore... Right?" She bites her bottom lip for a moment "I'm not?" Tyson just looks at her with an un-amused look on his face.
She sighs softly and looks back at him with a slightly raise of her eyebrows "I'm still the Anarchy champion, it's still about making people hurt...." she sighs and shakes her head "I feel better, I do... but I still have that ache, that hunger... I want people to suffer and I don't know how to switch that off!" Tyson sighs. "Then get used to how you feel now. You don't get one side or the other with this. That feeling to make people hurt? It's going to get you hurt too..." She looks down at her hands and starts to pick at her nail beds in that nervous way she has "Then how do I get rid of this feeling? How do I mend what is left to be mended without taking it out in the ring with me Ty?"
"You said before your match that you would want to maybe see the psychologist for help... Do you still want to?" He gives her a genuine look. She sighs and nods quietly as she keeps looking down "Maybe that would help..." she frowns and bites at her bottom lip "I don't know if I can... open up to a stranger like that..."
"Well, do you want me there? And you don't have to open up until you feel comfortable, you know?" He rubs her leg. "Whatever we need to have done for you... I'm here to help." She nods again and looks up at him now "What if you hear things you don't like? What if I finally get it all out and you can't look at me the same anymore." She shakes her head slightly and tears prick at her eyes "I feel like there's this huge part of me I don't even know anymore, I've been so far removed from it for so long and I don't want me tapping into that to hurt us... I don't want to lose you."
He takes her by the hand. "What if I don't look at you the same... What If I look at you with more love than I had ever felt before?" He shakes his head. "I'm not going anywhere... I'm here for the forever, babe." She looks up at him with sad eyes "Promise?" She keeps her eyes on his but her voice wavers slightly "I'm not proud of where I come from, or the things I have come out of... I know that you see me, you know enough... I know that you've been the one person to be here through all of my battles with some of my demons but..." her voice drops to a whisper "What if I'm really not good enough for you?"
He bites his lip and looks to Ally's eyes. "You do know I worry that about myself everyday?" His voice stays steady. "I kicked well out of my coverage with you... " She laughs and shakes her head "You're crazy, have you met you? You're.. amazing.... You think I don't know there's a queue of girls thirty miles long just waiting to fill my spot? You're a catch Ty, you're smart and handsome and funny and talented and successful and sweet and kindhearted and honest and..." she shakes her head slowly "I'm not even half of those things."
"I do find it cute that both of us think the other is the... Good one." He smirks and bites his lip. "Do you know what my favorite memory of us is?" She smiles and shakes her head "No.. what?" Tyson smiles. "The first night we actually met in person.... When we talked in the back of the car. I got to know a lot about you and that was the night I really started to fall for you. It was umm..." He runs his hand through his hair and chuckles. "It was the time that I started to fall in love with you." Tyson lightly nods and smiles at Ally. "Never told you that, have I?"
A grin spreads across her face as a different kind of tears well up in her eyes, she shakes her head slightly and tried to respond but can't for a moment as she's overcome with emotion... "No.. You haven't....". She bites her bottom lip slightly "You really started to fall for me that night?" Tyson smiles warmly. "Yes... That night I started to fall in love with you." She blushes slightly and sits up, pulling her foot off his lap she snuggles up close, tuck in her feet behind her she nuzzles his neck with a soft sigh "How'd I get so lucky?" Tyson lightly laughs. "I was smart enough to get a hold of you and not let go..." She tilts her head up to look at him "I knew I loved you that night you came over.... when Amber and kaden were...." she sighs and shakes her head "And you had pizza and you threw my damn phone in the toilet and you picked me up and you just held me... didn't need to say anything, I'd never felt so safe in my whole life... we weren't even really a couple then, but I knew that I loved you..." she kisses him softly with a smile "And I knew from that night I'd never be able to live without you."
Tyson smirks. "So I knew before you?" She laughs and slides onto his lap, meeting his eyes with hers "That wasn't when it started... just the moment that I knew I couldn't go on living without you in my life..." she places her hand on his chest and sighs happily "I've done a lot of thinking... and growing... since we've been together, things I convinced myself I could never have, I want because of you... I've had to look into myself and question my own behavior.. my own reactions." She leans in close and sighs against his lips "I'm not the same girl that moved to Las Vegas last year and that's because of you..." she smiles slightly "You make me want to be a better person...."
He pulls her against him and kisses her. "Have I told you today that I am wildly, passionately in love with you?" She grins as she kisses him back, her hands sliding over his shoulders to balance out her weight distribution and relieve her ribs a little. "I believe you said something about that... but I never ever, tire of hearing it.” He smirks. "And I'll never ever tire of saying it."
She leans in closer and tilts her head slightly "I love you, Tyson Gregory."
"And I love you.. Allyson Greg... Sorry Ally Morrow." He winks at her. She rolls her eyes at him and playfully pokes him in the ribs "Don't tease me! It's your own fault in starting to like the sound of that." He leans in and kisses her. "You're cute when I get you going..." She makes a fake angry face at him with a growl "Meanie!" He pulls her in close. "Love of my life!" She leans her forehead against his with a mischevious smile "I love you more" His eyes grow wide. "Lies!" She smiles and shakes her head "Truth."
He laughs. "Well how about we say we love each other equally and that be that?" He leans in and kisses her, pulling at her bottom lip on the way back. She sighs against his lips but then shakes her head "No deal Mr. Gregory!" She kisses him back with a smile "Id never lie to you... and I love you more." He smirks. "I guess I can let you have it this time..." he winks at her. She smiles and licks her lips "So generous of you my love!" Tyson smirks again. "You did say you liked doing that one thing right?" She laughs and gently punches his shoulder "Way to ruin a moment you butt!"
"Ruin it... Or make it better?" he winks at her. She smiles "You'll have to carry me, I'm not using those damn crutches again!!” Tyson leans close, inches from Ally's beautiful full lips. "I would carry you forever with me." She smiles and her cheeks colour slightly "If my ankle doesn't heal you might literally be carrying me forever..." He smiles to her. "And I would." She rubs the tip of her nose against his with a smile "But you won't have to... I promise." He kisses her lips softly. "But I gladly would..."
Let's get down to business,
To silence the marks.
Did he send me jobbers?
When I asked, for stars…
You’re the saddest pair I never met
Harper hasn’t got a clue.
Wulfy I’ll, beat the shit,
Out of you.
A raging Inferno,
But i’m ice within
I am the one true Champion
And you can not win.
You’re a spineless and talentless cunt
Wulfy what you gonna do?
When I, make a fool,
Out of you?
You’re never gonna catch a break.
Say goodbye to those who knew you.
Tom you are a fool who’s getting schooled.
I know that I got you scared to death.
And I can see right through you.
Now you really wish you knew how to win!
You’re not men.
You are as weak as a crying baby.
You’re not men.
You know you’ve already lost this fight.
You’re not men.
I have the strength of a raging fire.
As cold and as cruel, as the Night.
Anarchy marches forwards
Violence will surround.
Heed this very warning.
Your balls, I have, not found.
You’re unworthy and incapable
So pack up, go home, you’re through.
Because I’ll, fucking kill,
Both of you.
Ally stands in the middle of an empty training room, behind her in a line is boxers mannequins, lined up in a perfect row. She faces the camera head on, holding in front of her a perfectly polished and exquisitely cut Samurai sword that cuts the visual of her face in half. She wears a black and blood red kamishimo, with her hair tied at the base of her neck in a tight bun. Her face is the picture of tranquility as she stares down the lens, before a small smile breaks across her face.
“Harper.
For a guy who got beaten around the ring like a sack of potatoes last week only to blame it all on some Japanese voodoo, you sure do talk a lot of shit. And no, I don’t mean it as in, you’re a mean shit talker who has me on my back foot, I mean you Literally talk shit. What, did you look at the card, see I have pretty big tits and think to yourself; here’s a woman I can pretend to know anything about and fulfil my goreporn kink.
I mean, dude, when I talk about making someone bleed, it is pretty sexy so I can see why, when presented with facing me this week, you tried to chip a little something off the winner's block and run with it… But I can’t be the only person who sat through your five minute and interview and wondered when exactly you were going to start making Cass rub the lotion on its skin…
Not sexy.”
She sheaths the sword and shakes her head with a cluck of her tongue.
“I have to ask you,seriously… Did you fall off something between Cold Dawn and that interview and turn completely fucking retarded… You think YOU are going to push me to my limits? YOU… Fuck me mate you couldn’t even throw a punch at Zooey but you’re going to sit there and talk about how you can do what Gavin Grimes didn’t? You can’t be serious… You’re just really good at straight faced comedy routines right? That has to be it…
Listen here Chein-Po you and the neutered Beast over there can go toss each other off in the corner and when you’re ready to actually wrestle a match, try and step the fuck up to me.
At least you’re smart enough to know it’s going to take you AND Wulf to stand a chance even surviving in that ring with me. But don’t stop there, bring Blood Red, Big Red, Double Mint and the whole host of super alternative japanese personalities in your head… After i’m done showing the world what an absolute farce of a human being you are, maybe the jokers at Cartoon Network can pick your brain for a new hit TV show and you can make some money to cover the medical bills that poor Asian family you stole the mask from will have to fork out to have it surgically removed from your ass.”
She reaches up and pulls the tie from her hair, releasing the bun her blonde hair flows down her shoulders and she winks at the camera.
“Did I get you going yet Tommy boy? A few more serious slashes between you and blood red before you get him off… Fuck, no wonder Wulf has been silent on this whole deal… You’re over here talking about jerking off your alter ego on camera and he’s busy chasing dumped lesbians all over Twitter, begging for cookies like a good boy.
Sit Wulf… Roll over… Play dead. Good boy.”
Ally deadpans the camera and shakes her head slowly.
“Speaking of Wulf Eriksson…
Honestly? I can’t. See, a part of me thinks that at some point you maybe did something of relevance here in FSociety, but then a bigger part of me remembers that if you didn’t wipe it all over Twitter like you were pissing on territory, you probably forgot yourself. See, you’re one of those wrestlers that just amazes me.
Now hold on, that isn’t a compliment.
See, you amaze me because despite overworking your body and seemingly never training, stepping up, improving or doing, well.. Anything.You still find the time to go onto social media and interject yourself repeatedly into situations until eventually someone gives in and lets you be a part of their crowd for five seconds.
You court bullshit and drama and yet, when given an opportunity to actually have something to say, you sit like a mute in the corner with a giant D on your hat and a tiny one in your pants you want everyone else to yank for you.
Honestly,I don’t give a fucking shit what you have done, I don’t give even half a fuck where you have been, who you have beaten, who your new BFF is, or exactly how many matches you can last before you tuck tail and run. All I care about, is my Championship. All I care about, is ripping the victory from your tore up hands and the trembling, over-excited hands of your sexually frustrated, would be deviant partner.”
She squares up to the camera again, staring down at it, she places both hands on the hilt of her sword and smirks.
“So,here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to walk out there thinking you have this, convinced that with the two of you working as a team, you can do what no one else has done and finally get that W over me. And then, things are going to start going south, fast. And when that happens, one of you is going to turn on the other one, I mean, what good is an alliance if it's getting your ass handed to you...Right? I’m not sure which one of you will turn first, but my money's on Wulf, he at least seems to still have some blood flowing to his brain instead of wanking off into a mask and then claiming it was ‘stuck’ when the medics arrive.
But anyway, one of you is going to turn on the other one. You’re going to in fight, because as Harper is going to find out, the only truly nasty things being done in that ring with a kendo stick, will be at MY hands… You both might want to hit up the ‘King’ of shite and over-rated idiocy himself Gray Malone and find out just how dirty I like to get with those.
So, one of you will turn, start beating the shit out of the other in hopes of winning my favor and then, well then shit is gonna get real bad for both of you.
Tom, you’re going to bleed for me baby. Not over my cold, dead body. Keep that to yourself next time,I am sure grandma just loves it when you tell her stories about the things you do to the girls hanging in your closet, but even Cass doesn’t deserve the short bus’ answer to Norman Bates sitting across from her.”
Ally shudders at the thought and shakes her head.
“And Wulf, assuming you decide to join the party at some point.You are going to be the little fucking bitch everyone knows you are. In fact, when I told you earlier to play dead, I was doing you a solid… The very best thing you can do is stay the fuck out of my way whilst I beat a little respect into and a whole lotta shit out of the jumped up little cunt standing beside you at Anarchy.
So, you stick to begging for treats like a good boy and lapping up Ashley Marie Chase’s leftovers and I’ll take care of actually wrestling this show, since both you and your partner seem a little too focused on getting off instead of getting ready. But hey, a miracle could happen and you could actually put up, show up and do a little work.
And guess what… If that happens… You’re gonna bleed for me too baby. This isn't about you two, it was never about either of you.As a matter of fact you should be on your knees thanking me for getting you a goddamn main event spot, because if you weren’t facing me, do you really believe you would be here right now? NO. Just like every single victim that came before you, your name is out there, your face is on the map because you are facing me, because people will tune in to see you wrench and bleed and writhe and beg.
Tell me you won’t, tell me this time will be different, say everything that every single person who came before you said because it won’t make a single bit of difference. At Anarchy, I will again prove why I am the dominant force in this company, I will again prove there is NO ONE that can stop me and at the end of the night, with my arms raised, it will be.
And STILL your Anarchy Champion; Allyson Grace Morrow.”
