x. Debut Of Sorts .x

[The Manic Machiavellian]

...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .A Debut..Of sorts...|z|


...Debut...
Many men have visited these hallways. Many men have fought in This ring. But never before has UGWC Seen a sight like this before... But please, Allow me to explain...

It's an eerie Tuesday night outside the Arena, The rain hurdling from the heavens and soaking the concrete pavement below. The Bright white moon glows like a relief as the dark night sky engulfs the scene. Inside the beautiful, strong building which houses the Roster, the heavy, hopeless sound of the rain droplets flashing against the roof creates spine tingling symphony.

The wrestlers backstage alive, the air electric. The sterile white hallways almost like labyrinth to someone new to this place...

Someone new you say?

Indeed she was.
Her long ebony hair stretching down her lower back, teasing against her pale, perfect, porcelain skin. Her painted red pursed lips grip tightly to a white tipped cigarette, blowing smoke out through her nostrils...How very attractive.

Her huge, firm breasts gripped tightly by a black corset, A leather jacket hanging from her petite frame. A red tartan skirt, black fishnet stockings and her big black buckled boots set the outfit off perfectly..

Peeling the cigarette from her lips and blowing the smoke out slowly, She opens her eyes...And the scene ignites..

Her lime green, venom filled, spiteful, glistening irises read a thousand emotions at once... They're determined, unflinching... And they have become possibly the one thing that defines her the best..

For she is The Manic Machiavellian.. The Forgotten Virus...
She Is... "One Taste" Poison.

Biting her pierced bottom lip gently, She looks around her, trying to figure out where she should go. Taking the last draw from her cigarette, She flicks it across the hallway, Bringing the bottle of bud in her hand to her lips.

Walking slowly, Her hips sway hypnotically with each step, twirling the bottle of bud in her hand as she hums the tune of "Pour some sugar on me" by Def Leppard...

She's looking for something it would seem.. Or.. At least she was... It appears at the moment that she is happy enough just wondering these walls...

[The Demolition Man]

As Poison continues her leisurely stroll down the back halls and hallways of The UGWC's arena. She takes a quick turn around a left corner and... BAM! A chance encounter. For it seems, That UGWC's newest superstar, Michael "Fade" Gordy was just about to turn around the same corner. The two simply, Collide, Into one another causing Fade to drop the Pepsi he just purchased around the corner from the vending machine. Pepsi flies everywhere, Covering Fade head to toe and causing him to drop the drink to the floor! Now, Looking down at his wet clothes, He growls and begins to speak, Without firstly looking up to even see who he has bumped into!

Fade ~ Hey Fairy! Watch where you are going! Future World Champion coming through!

Trying his best to wipe the wet off his clothing, He then looks up to see just who it was he ran into, More then willing to "throw down" with the culprit. And that is when, He looks up and realizes he is staring into the eyes of... Poison. Now, With a slight smirk across his face, Fade takes a step back and...

Fade ~ You... Damn girl, Been a long time. You are about the last person I expected to run into here. I guess you and I are the new fish huh?

Then, Taking another step back, And carefully looking Poison up and down, He then begins to make a slow deliberate stroll around her body. Still carefully looking her up and down, And paying extra special attention to her ass he begins to speak again...

Fade ~ Damn girl! I didn't think it was possible, But you are even hotter than before! I always thought Halo was hot, But you... DAMN! You are just F.I.N.E, FINE! And ya know what, You know what makes you even hotter? The fact that you are a stripper! You do know there is only one thing better than a stripper right?

Poison continues to stare at Fade, Slightly amused...

Fade ~ That's 2 strippers! Anyway, What brings you here to the land of UGWC?

But Fade does not even give Poison the chance to answer before he starts again...

Fade ~ Ya know what? It don't matter why you are here! The important thing is I AM HERE! Anywho... I don't know why you are here, But I betcha I can tell you what you are thinking right now? Well... Other then the fact that you are thinking "Damn, That Fade Gordy is one sexy beast"! And you thinking that is just a given. But I bet you are thinking right now....

Damn...

It's The VNB.

Yep, Those pretty little gears inside your pretty little head are really turning right now ain't they! You are thinking "Fuck, If Fade is here, That must mean Jihad is here to. And if Jihad is here, That means Halo can't be too far behind".

Now, Visibly proud of himself, Fade continues...

Fade~ Yep, I bet that is exactly what you are thinking ain't it! Bet ya didn't know I was a mind reader as well as sexy as hell now did ya? Well baby, Rest assured, Devil-J ain't with me and neither is Jihadette. I think those two are together up at The Compound plotting some grand scheme to try and take over the world or some shit. But, This time, The big bad Demolition Man is all on his own!

Now, I am sure you are wondering just why I am here, So let me enlighten ya! One word baby... TyranaOSIRUS Rex! Have you been watching any of his interviews lately? I swear to GOD, That boy has a hard on for J and The VNB... I mean he has his own cult now, And he is sitting on his own throne? Who the hell does that Fairy think he is? I mean PUH-LEEZE! Does he think he is Jihad Junior or something?

Anyway, I am here to smack him around a bit, Maybe rattle his brain around a little bit, Then go back to The Compound and drink me some margaritas!

And then, As if on cue... Fade's smile becomes much wider, As he leans against the side of the wall and continues...

Fade ~ But ya know what baby? I don't see old Rex around here anywhere, So I would say you and I have some time to our self's... So, With that being said, Have you ever heard of "The Fade Express"? Well, If not... I noticed a broom closet around the corner, And if you have 2 or 3 hours to kill, Whatcha say you and I stroll over to said broom closest and I will tell you all about... The Fade Express....

The scene continues with Fade, Still leaning against the side wall, Smiling an ever so cheesy smile at Poison...

[The Manic Machiavellian]

...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .Well it seems, Mister Gordy, we meet again. Under new circumstances, under a new fed... Let us shine in this world.|z|

...Mister Gordy...
As the two icons collide, Fades Pepsi splashes over him... Poison grinning instantly.

Lifting her head slowly, She eyes the man before her, squinting slightly. Bringing the beer to her lips, She listens to him speak, she watches his move, admires his mannerisms with great interest...

Indeed those cogs in her head were turning... And for a moment she drifts off, trying to remember who he exactly was.

Fairy... That created a spark in her head...But good lord, she could not put her finger on who exactly this egomaniac was!

Until he uttered the Words HalO...and The Vnb. Taking the beer from her lips, they slowly curled into a snarl, baring her teeth like an animal... She remembers him now. She remembers him all too well. All those thoughts, all those beatings, all that trash talk coming flooding back... And good lord does it make her blood boil.

Drifting off for a moment, his words falling upon deaf ears... She is too consumed in the thought of The Devil.. Too consumed with thinking of the bane of her existence... The one woman who put her down, treated her like scum.. Yet the one woman she never could get to... The Queen of Kaos, Dark HalO.

She drifts back to him, hearing him compliment HalO. Hearing him say how hot she was... Turning the bottle in her hand slowly, bracing it against the wall, ready to smash it... All her life she had been compared to that...That whore... And this man here was proving to be no exception...

But then she stops... Fade stating he is here alone. Saying he is without "Jihadette" or his tag team partner... Jihad... And a slow, devious grin creeps onto her face.

These two seem in unity with their opinions... Poison's stance calms, her shoulders no longer tense, the snarl disappearing from her beautiful face...

She waits for him to stop talking. Her beer now empty, she has nothing to occupy herself. So instead she looks over at his stained clothing... Amusing herself slightly..

Chuckling quietly, She realizes he has finally stopped talking... And now Fade stands just watching her, Cunning grin set upon his face, as he waits for her reply...

Taking her time, She runs her tongue over her teeth, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before addressing him...

|z| Poison |z|
" I am very aware of the Fade express Looker..."

Her sickening green eyes flick up and meet his for the first time...

|z| Poison |z|
" And if yall remember rightly, I have already ridden once befor'..."

Fade squints his eyes slightly, Trying to make sense of her Texan accent. Poison grins at him..

|z| Poison |z|
" Wasn't worth my time back then... And all these years of wear and tear... I doubt it'd work as well as it did... "

Poison leans in closer to Fade, Whispering...

|z| Poison |z|
" If...at all. "

Winking, Poison laughs a little. Fade raises his hand, finger pointed, opening his mouth to speak again. Poison shakes her head slowly, waving her bottle around in front of him, rather carelessly.

|z| Poison |z|
" Now, I don't give a dried apple about yall wantin' to prove me wrong. I druther yall go round this 'ere fed and tell foke that we went in that there broom closet... I had the ride of my life... And i couldn't walk for the next few days... "

Raising her eyebrows slowly, Poison steps directly in front of Fade. As she continues to speak, She rummages through his pockets, Much to his confusion... But he doesn't stop her... If anything, he squirms a little as she fumbles around in his jeans pockets.

|z| Poison |z|
" But i think yall find, Mister Gordy... That if me and joo were gon' climb in that there broom closet... Haint no way yer gon' leave fer a while."

She grins, looking up at him, finding what she was looking for. Pulling out his packet of Cigarettes, she takes one, handing them back to him, Pulling a zippo out of her pocket and lighting it. Blowing the smoke into his face, she flicks the Zippo closed, placing it back into her pocket...

|z| Poison |z|
" There's another thang that's better then a stripper..."

Poison nods, imploringly.

|z| Poison |z|
" That be a Stripper, Sadist... Who takes pleasure in making weak men quiver undeh her touch.."

Biting her lip gently, A slow, alluring, devious grin seeps onto Poison's face as she Eyes the smug looking Fade.

|z| Poison |z|
" And Oh, How you'd quiver."

Placing the cigarette between her lips, She rests her hands in her pockets.

|z| Poison |z|
" Now how 'bout those margaritas?."

The mere mention of alcohol distracting Poison from any prior task she had to perform here in UGWC. She has forgotten where she was going.. She couldn't care less at this precise moment in time...

|z| Poison |z|
" But with mine Looker, Hold the salt...and Lemon Juice.. And triple sec..."

She rocks slowly on her heels, pulling the cigarette from her pout..

|z| Poison |z|
" ... Ya kno' whut? Just make mine a beer... "

Poison nods to herself, Looking down sadly at her empty bottle in her hand.

[capelli]

Well tat der wuz a mighty fine read.

You do a very good job at putting in all the little details that make the whole thing come to life. Like the part with the zippo and blowing the smoke in his face.

I take it this a bounce back rp?

[The Demolition Man]

Slowly, A most confident smirk overcomes Fade's face. He looks Poison up and down, Seemingly undressing her with his eyes. He then, Gives The Beautiful One a quick wink. He then takes another step back, Tilts his head to the side, Possibly a little stung by Poison's words...

Fade ~ Out of all that you just rambled off to me. I have to say I only took one thing out of it. And that is... DAMN GIRL! You want me, Don't you? Damn, I bet you are having one hell of a time at this very moment trying not to jump on me, Rip all of my clothes off, And just taking me right here in the middle of the hallway floor! I mean just look at you! You cant hide it, I see that lust filled look in your eyes. I see your body trembling, And then suddenly tightening back up. Hell baby, I even bet your "nether-regions" are throbbing right now because you want me so bad!

Ya see, Contrary to popular belief, I am a very smart man! And I know there is NO was possible you have rode "The Fade Express". And you know how I know this? Because I never received thousands of texts from you, Thousands of phone calls from you asking if you could ride it again! So nope, You never rode "The Fade Express"! In no way no shape no form!

And as for it being broke down! PUH-LEEZE! The Fade Express is in service 25 hours a day and 366 days of year! This ain't like Space Mountain baby! The Express is ALWAYS in commission!

Still looking at Poison, Searching her body, Up and Down, Up and Down... As if trying to figure out if he has actually been with her. Fade then slowly reaches towards her face, And with two fingers takes her cigarette out of her mouth, And places it in his own! Taking a quick hit, He then continues...

Fade ~ Damn baby, Just after just talking to you I need a cigarette! Now, I will give you a second chance. Hmm, I know there is a broom closet right down the hall. What do you say you and I go find it, And then we can get down to performing the art of "The Wild Monkey Dance"! Well... On second thought, I always heard "boning" was never smart to do before a big match. And us both being new here, I am sure we are both gonna have a match before much longer. Of course, That never stopped me before and I always came out on top in more ways than one. But, Maybe it is best you and I just hold off on the broom closet for now. I mean, I believe I do remember you, As I remember, You are a "scratcher and biter". Wait... Was that you? Hell, I don't know... Maybe it was you or one of your 15 sisters... So hell baby, Time to just fess up. Tell "The Demolition Man" just how bad you still want him.

Fade, Whose smirk has now grown even larger than before, Just keeps right on rambling...

Fade ~ Ya know Sweet Tart, That's the difference between men and women. When a relationship ends, A woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, And she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life.

A man has a little more trouble letting go usually. Six months after the break-up, At 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, He will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, And I'll never forgive you, And I hate you, And you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us". This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, That 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; Alas, These classes rarely prove effective...

But see, That doesn't apply in the case of our relationship. Truth be known... I am not even sure if it was you that I had the fling with. So you know what that means? It means... If it was you, Obviously you just weren't that damn good!

Grinning again, Proud that he got that shot in after Poison's "I doubt it would work" comment. He takes one last hit of Poison's cigarette, He passes back to her and then most confidently says...

Fade ~ And one more quick thing. A sadist stripper huh? Yea... I like you, A lot. But keep one thing in mind k? I am Michael Gordy. I have made pornstars whimper. I have made masochists cry, I have made submissive's threaten me for more... Hell baby, I have had midgets where 12 inch platform hills just to look a little taller in order to meet the minimum height requirements to ride The Fade Express. Baby, It just don't get no better than me...

Now, You being you, And me being me. I am sure we could go back and forth with this all day long, And neither one of us feel like we won the war of words once we finished. So whatcha say we call this one a tie, And get down to business?

Fade places his hands in his pockets, Leans back against the wall and continues...

Fade ~ We going to take over this federation alone, Or are we going to do it together? I mean hell, I already have a name for our group or team or whatever. Sexoholic's Anonymous! Yea, I love it! How does that strike you? Anyway Strippergirl, It's your call. Left or Right... I am here to take over, With or without ya.

And by the way, The quicker you answer, The quicker we can get that beer...

Fade then continues to lean with his back against the side wall, Waiting patiently for Poison's reply...

[The Manic Machiavellian]

...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .Well it seems, Mister Gordy, we meet again. Under new circumstances, under a new fed... Let us shine in this world.|z|

...Mister Gordy...
Poison snorts as she hears Fade's ramblings. The grin on her face is one of pure amusement.. She holds the cigarette between her lips again, smoking it leisurely as she listens to him talk her half to death again...

Poison is half listening... She's also thinking... Thinking about how soothing this cigarette is... Thinking about what she indeed does wish to accomplish here but most importantly, she's thinking about how many beers she can drain from Mister Gordy's wallet.

Fade finally finishes, leaning himself up against the wall behind him. Poison takes the cigarette from her pout, blowing out smoke and flicking the ash to the floor..

|z| Poison |z|
" So, Yall are here to take over? And yer startin' with Cyrus... Virus?.. "

Poison stops, squints and clicks her fingers, resting her hand on her head... Lifting her hand slowly, She points at Fade...

|z| Poison |z|
" ...Osirus. "

Nodding, pleased with herself, She takes another draw from her cigarette before throwing it to the floor below. As she speaks, smoke oozes past her lips...

|z| Poison |z|
" Well... Osirus has already had a run in with myself a few times before... "

Grinning, She raises her eyebrows.

|z| Poison |z|
" But if yer lookin' fer help... I s'pose i could show my pretty little face around when yer takin' him down. "

Poison nods... Looking down, noticing the empty bottle still in her hand. She drops it casually, watching it smash on the floor before looking back up to Michael.

|z| Poison |z|
" But i make better decisions when I'm drunk... "

Turning on her heels, her hair whipping against her back, She makes her way to the exit, the need for alcohol consuming her. She shouts back to Fade...

|z| Poison |z|
" Come on Mikey Boy! There's Beer, Conversations and Low rate hookers to be had!"

Poison's voice echoes through the hallway as Fade rushes to meet her.