Something wicked this way comes (RP Vs. Samantha Voxx)
Oct 8, 2022 16:45:28 GMT -5
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Post by Devlin Knight on Oct 8, 2022 16:45:28 GMT -5
September 26th, 2022.
Pink Floyd’s “Money” is still raining through the speakers as Fred Debonair walks through the curtain at the CCPE Arena after making his introduction, he hadn’t even been in action but those stadium lights still made him sweat like a molten lava rat. The gorgeous blonde known as Aurora Frost approaches him and holds her hands out indicating for him to hand over both the IIW United Kingdom title and his IIW Tag-Title, to which he obliges. They walk through the corridor a little more, Debonair being welcomed to WGWF, or being told it’s awesome he’s decided to add the promotion onto his free-agency. He stops and looks down either side of a T-Junction corridor before deciding to go through the double doors straight in front, leading to the parking lot.
Aurora: ”You don’t want to stick around and have a drink in the club?”
Fred: ”I’ve got places to be, Chris will understand. I need to find a place to settle while I’m Wrestling for WGWF in the morning anyway.”
Aurora: ”You mean, we?”
Fred: ”We? You wanna go doing all that with me?”
Aurora: ”Why wouldn’t I? You, Mr. Debonair, took me out of Australia! I’ll be damned if I let you leave me stranded in Vegas, while you go out looking for an apartment.”
Fred: ”Well I could always leave you stranded in my hometown of NYC?”
He chuckles as he opens the door of their rental for Aurora, before climbing into the driver's seat and gunning the engine as he notices the look of confusion.
Fred: ”That’s where the next IIW Mayhem event is being held, the CCPE boys and myself have got a few things to cover there.”
Aurora: ”Oh, I know… I’m just trying to work out if this dickish charm worked on anybody before me?”
Fred: ”You’re sitting in the passenger seat of my rental, aren’t you?”
Aurora: ”That’s an extremely fair point. Touché. But tell me, how did it feel out there tonight?”
Fred: ”What do you mean?”
Aurora: ”Well when you first told me your history in the ring, I can’t lie… I went and checked your stuff out. YouTube was a decent check, but WrestoryArchives has it all. I mean damn, I even found your phase as “Fly Freddy”, your debut time right?”
Fred: “I genuinely thought that stuff had fallen off the face of the Earth, yeah that’s my debut era… Did quite a bit in that first year to be honest…”
Aurora: ”Well in watching all those, you didn’t seem phased at all, about walking into a new promotion, facing new competition…”
Fred: ”What and I did tonight?”
Aurora: ”Not, strictly no. But you seemed different I guess to how I’ve seen you previously and of course I admit I was never there in person for those so could be misperceiving the situation… But you still haven’t actually told me how you were feeling, either.”
Fred slows the rental down, at the Bellagio hotel and pulls up, where a bellhop is waiting to park it up. He and Aurora climb out and proceed into the lobby and straight for the Lily bar and lounge. They sit on barstools right in front of the bartender and Fred orders a Moscow Mule for Aurora and a Sazerac, for himself. He taps his chin and considers for a moment…
Fred: ”You know, perhaps you have a point. I think it has something to do with the fact that every other time I’ve made my presence known in a promotion, I’ve done it off my own backing, I’ve been a lone wolf and then I’ve decided whether or not I want to form a stable or get involved with others…”
Aurora: ”Whereas, here in WGWF you’ve come in off the line of CCPE?”
Fred: ”Exactly. There’s a lot more at stake as it’s not just my name I’m holding up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not worrying at all… The vibe is just a different one, compared to going in as Fred Debonair, the independent Executioner.”
Aurora takes a mouthful of her drink and wags her finger several times as though trying to speak before she swallows.
Aurora: ”I tell you what though, babe, you had them eating out of the palm of your hand out there tonight.”
Fred: ”You reckon, eh?”
Aurora: ”Trust me, your perception is slightly skewed when you’re standing in that ring, those lights above your head. I was standing in the back and heard every bit of that reaction in the crowd… They hated you.”
Fred: ”Seriously?”
Aurora: ”HATED. You.”
Fred smirks through the glass of Sazerac between his lips, I mean c’mon, this was music to his ears… He was afraid that given his history and reputation, the crowd were gonna be screaming his name and cheering along to his music like they used to. He wasn’t here in WGWF to make friends or fans, he’d come here after a very brief discussion with Chris Page with a personal job to do. Right now however, he had other things on his mind as he looked Aurora up and down…
Fred: ”You know you’re right though… I am feeling a little tense at the moment.”
Aurora: ”Oh yeah? I could have something for that up in the room…”
Fred: ”Oh yeah? Well, you haven’t got to twist my arm…”
Fred notices that she’s already finished her drink, as he necks the rest of his and the two of them thank the barman and head towards the elevator, taking them up to one of the Penthouse suits, the scene dissolving…
October 4th, 2022.
“Debonair-1”, the Private jet owned by Fred Debonair taxi’s onto a runway at Northtown airfield. It comes to a stop and as the door opens and the steps are put in place, Fred and Aurora walk down them eagerly and begin to head towards a waiting rental. Fred is almost ambushed by a camera crew who are following WGWF backstage interviewer, Derrick Diamond.
Derrick: ”Hello folks and welcome to a special edition interview with none other than Multi-Promotional-Champion, Fred Debonair! Mr. Debonair thank you very much for taking the time to join me today!”
Fred looks around a little confused, as he places his and Aurora’s bags into the back.
Fred: ”Well I don’t think you really gave me much of a chance did you, Derrick? But it’s good to see you.”
Derrick: ”I’m sorry Fred, I was informed you were aware we were coming! But let me just ask you, I’ve noticed that you’re no longer carrying the tag belt from IIW, only the UK Title… What happened there?! Did you lose it??”
Fred: ”No, I didn’t lose it, Derrick! And I don’t want to talk about that stuff, here in WGWF! Let’s just say that I’ve been dealing with IIW, no, CCPE business and it was taken care of over on the east coast, in New York City. But again, that has nothing to do with my debut in WGWF, so let’s just talk about my time here, eh?”
Fred walks around to the driver’s side and opens the door, but Diamond keeps on talking.
Derrick: ”Alright well, let’s talk about your arrival here in WGWF then, Fred. You’ve currently come here with no preconceptions, no notion of what’s to come or who you’ve got to face on the roster, am I right in that thought?”
Fred: ”That’s straight, Derrick. I mean yeah I know or have heard of a few people on the roster. Bam, Max Daemon, Mac Bane, Jonathan Cable so on and so forth. But I’ve got no preconceptions going into WGWF no! For me, this is like day one, all over again. I’ve got no idea who they’ll have for me and to be quite frank, double Dee, I don’t care… They could have me against Cholo, they could have me facing Sonya Benson… Hell they may even get me a contract to face The Punisher or Millie Monroe but I didn’t get to where I am today, by shying away from a challenge! I’m here for one reason and one reason only, well actually two…”
Derrick: ”You definitely do have an extensive record, Fred. You’ve got a lot going for you and a resume that quite literally is, as long as your arm. Please do tell the people watching though, what those two reasons are, I have a feeling I know them, especially if they’re the same as always.”
Fred: ”Oh they are indeed, the same. Money and a bloodlust point to prove, Derrick! Fred Debonair… The Original, The Paradigm of Prodigiousness, The Sole Schematic, THE Kingdom and quite possibly the man with the most catchphrases in Professional Wrestling today! I am a man who has walked into every promotion he’s signed with and within the first six months of being active has won something! RWF? The HTTC Belt. FcW? The Universal Title. IIW? The United Kingdom and Tag-Team Championships and now WGWF? Who knows, whatever the hierarchy wants to put in front of me… Whether it be the Television, Intercontinental or World Titles, yours truly is there and whether someone is holding the belt already or not, if I’m involved then it won’t be for long!”
Derrick: ”Well those are some strong words, from you Fred and no doubt words that’ll be taken into account by everybody in WGWF! And speaking of who Fred Debonair will be facing in his first match on Brawl? Well, we’ve got the scoop on that already!”
Fred stops and looks at Derrick Diamond as he says those words… His interest is piqued, he raises an eyebrow and smirks, he waves his fingers at Derrick in a “c’mon tell me!” Manner.
Derrick: ”You, Fred Debonair… Will be facing, none other than Samantha Voxx.”
Fred: ”Sam and a box?! Who’s Sam?!”
Derrick: ”No, no… Samantha Voxx.”
Fred: ”Samantha Fox?! The former British glamour model?? Isn’t she like, almost sixty? Or are we talking about the seventies pornstar??”
Derrick: ”Voxx, Fred… Not Fox. Samantha Voxx, “The Fae of the Ring.”
Fred just glares at Derrick Diamond as his laughter turns into a sudden icepick. He stands up straight, looks over at Aurora who shrugs and shakes her head, before snatching away the microphone from Diamond.
Fred: ”Is this some kind of joke?! They’re really putting me against The Fae of the ring?! They’re really putting me against this Witch on my debut? Well I can only issue the biggest apology now, because when I finish up that match… She’ll wish she hadn’t signed her contract with WGWF.”
Derrick: ”Well, really Fred if you think about it… You’re all making your WGWF debuts unless this isn’t your first incarnation here so maybe, just maybe, she thinks the same as you… Or not…”
The “Or not…” comes after Fred shoots Derrick another death stare, when he suggests that Debonair isn’t the only person making their debut on Brawl.
Fred: ”I’m going to go with or not, Diamond, nice save! But I’ll tell you, why it’d be or not… Because we aren’t talking about Samantha Voxx, we’re talking about Fred Debonair and his debut match in WGWF! Now… You’ve caught me off guard here when I’ve just landed in Vegas, after a horrendous week in my home city of New York! I wanted to come here, swing by my new apartment and just rest up before Monday but you’ve now stressed me with these questions man! I’m going home.”
Fred shrugs his shoulders away from Derrick Diamond and climbs into the rental as Aurora does so on the passenger side. He guns the engine and speeds away from the runway, leaving Derrick Diamond and the camera crew standing still, watching him go…
It’s a little later in the evening and the clear, starlit sky sits above Fred Debonair who’s sitting on a recliner on the rooftop terrace of his new Las Vegas apartment. He has a cigar in one hand and a glass of Cognac in the other, his mind appears to be in the wilderness, ironically you might say he’s “away with the fairies”. He speaks calmly and assuredly, as he looks off into the distance after taking a sip of the nectar, in his grasp.
Fred: ”Last week, I made my grand entrance into WGWF. I introduced myself and I made my intentions known, but of course that was not the end… That was just the beginning of my story, for now the first match of the Kingdom era begins. This coming Monday on Brawl at the CCPE arena, you will get to see first hand what Fred Debonair is about. If you have not followed my career and do not know who the man sitting before you is, then trust me you are in for a real treat. Conversely if you do you know who I am then you will know that my opponent, Samantha Voxx, is in for one brutal awakening. She gets to take on the Kingdom, she gets to take on the man who has done more for this business than probably half if not more of the WGWF roster. And you know it has really irks me, I’m not going to lie, that I have been put against this person that calls themselves “The Fae of the Ring.” I mean don’t get me wrong, that isn’t because of the name or anything so mundane, there is a lot more to it than that.
I have absolutely no issue with anybody considering themselves Fae, but I do need to understand whether Samantha sees herself as a Fairy or a Witch. That is something that does need to be declared in my opinion, because they are not the same thing whatsoever. And you know it’s just typical that I get put against a Wiccan, after everything I went through to become the IIW United Kingdom Champion, when I faced Crush only a few short weeks ago. I had to deal with communicating with Aliens and being taken aboard a spacecraft, hunting Bigfoot, clones and even had a sit down with a member of a Secret Organisation… So no, I’m not the kind of guy to go “What?! They’ve put me against a Witch?! This must be some bullshit!” Because quite frankly, this is absolutely my wheelhouse and to put it bluntly I am relishing getting my hands on this broad. Now I watched a little something from you Voxx a few days ago, you were talking about why you are in this business… you said something about how the industry doesn’t take “people like you” seriously, kind of insinuating that you are a play on something, a cliché if you will. You definitely aren’t any of those things to Fred Debonair, in fact you are anything but a cliché, especially for the industry I have worked tirelessly in for almost quarter of a century now and I just want to make that clear.
You would’ve absolutely loved my sister, daughter and son's side-piece… They ran rampant in a female only Promotion called First Class a while back and they were known as The Coven. They too were Witches, true Witches like yourself, not some character being played on a stage, not some manifested perception of what somebody is inside that ring but in all truthfulness, they weren’t always good either. But do you know what I did to each one of them, to be where I’m standing right now? I sent my daughter packing for a psychiatric facility in Los Angeles, I sent my sister to work for one of my businesses in the middle of nowhere and when I sent my son packing to the exact same facility my daughter’s at, I made his little girlfriend's life a God damn misery! I kind of felt like the Witchfinder General in a sense, although that’s not my true nature but my point here is simple… There hasn’t been a time where I have stood in that ring against a female, not assuming your gender by the way, and being able to legally and without sexual connotation, beat her ass like I’m going to enjoy doing on Brawl against you!”
Fred stands from the chair, takes a deep puff of the cigar in his hand and blows smoke rings. He then takes another sip of the cognac and walks toward the edge of the terrace, still looking out at the clear night sky.
Fred: ”Some would say that there was a time where I was too nice, too polite and friendly, too understanding. However I beg to differ, I just believe that there was a time where I made people think that I was too nice, polite, friendly and understanding. What is that saying? The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he did not exist? Well the greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world that he does, when in all actuality, that evil personified… Is me. You know how they say that it shouldn’t be the spirits, the Demons etc that you should look out for but maybe your neighbour, John Doe, living next door? You are looking at him right now. You see Samantha, good and evil are subjective. I have said this from day one in my life, if you are loyal to me and respect me and treat me with that same vibe that I do you, then you and I are going to get along just fine… However, look at me the wrong way, cross my path ineffectively… Fred Debonair does not deal with that karma.
You may wonder why I am telling you all this, you may not even care, but you will. You see I am telling you all of this because I want you to have a grand photographic image, a big picture as to what you were getting yourself into when you step into the ring with me. I don’t want there to be any misconceptions, any false narrative, any misunderstanding or crossed wires. You see Samantha, with Fred Debonair what you see is always what you get. You seem like somebody who, like myself, relishes the challenge and I do feel that when we go at it, that bang is going to be hard around the wrestling world. You see, one of the things I am definitely not doing, Voxx, is overlooking you. I know how good you can be and I know how good you are but what I also know is that I am better. That’s not cockiness, it's not arrogance, it's confidence in one’s own abilities… You say you don’t like using your powers to win matches? Well believe me when I say you may end up considering it when you are laying face down, unable to breathe on that mat!
Terra, ventus, ignis, aqua. Haec elementa ibi sunt ut te adiuvet, vel me… Cantus hic non operantur, carmina hic non ligant, solus puer interior noster victor erit. Now I know you are fully aware of what I said and I am not any kind of Witch and I am not any kind of Spiritual entity… But Samantha we both know that there is power in words but there are also words in power and the words that’ll enter your head when we meet on Monday night Brawl, are pain, suffocation, blindness just to name a few… I’ve said it previously Samantha and I’ll say it again, I’m not here to make friends and I’m not here to ruffle anyone's feathers but if that happens, so be it. You on the other hand most definitely want to ruffle feathers, you seem to think you’re owed something because of the years, no, centuries that your “kind” were persecuted… You claim not to be a “bad Witch” and yet you want to leave a pile of stinking, rotting corpses in your wake? At least know how to own what you say, what you do and who you are, Samantha…
For without that…
You aren’t much at all…”
Fred takes another puff of the cigar, before stubbing it on the terrace wall. He nips back another mouthful of Cognac and salutes those of us watching…
Fred: ”Forget Salem, Würzburg and the Basque trials… Forget about Bridget Bishop, Sarah Osborne or Dorothy Good… This is about Fred Debonair and Samantha Voxx this is about The trials of The Velvet Rabbit… This is about what happens when you and I face each other on Monday night. Don’t think about Valais, Trier or Fulda and stop reminding yourself about Catherine Monvoisin, Alice Kyteler or Dion Fortune and focus on what’s up there, in your own head… Focus on the here and now, Voxx for if you don’t you’re very likely to fail in your endeavours to take me out at the first hurdle. And before you ask why I’m helping you, I’m not… I’m making sure you get the head start you so need, when facing somebody of my strategic mind.
Trust me when I tell you, Samantha Voxx, the road here isn’t paved with gold and there is no pot at the end of the rainbow… But keep your eyes and mind right, own your misdeeds and your beliefs and you will do just fine. Only it won’t be against me, it won’t be facing Fred Debonair. The issue here isn’t that I don’t believe in what you are, it’s that I do believe it and after everything I’ve been dealing with recently, your shit needs to be put on the back burner. So I don’t care if you’re Moll Dyer, Sabrina Spelllan, Samantha Stephens, Wanda Maximoff or one of the freaking Sanderson sisters! I am going to take you, break you and make you want to reinvent yourself! You will leave the CCPE arena wishing you had another industry to which you could associate your craft to and represent your people in! Wrestling may have been one of your first thoughts but believe me, it’ll also be the last…
You can talk all you wish, Samantha, about getting revenge for something someone's ancestors did, well over a hundred years ago but you’ve got to be prepared to face the consequences when called into action… When you make such sullied accusations and tar everybody with the same stigmatic brush it brings about that supervillain origin story, it ignites the flame of someone looking for retribution but only finding more hatred, more bloodshed! And the issue here is, that supervillain already exists and this isn’t your story, it’s his… It’s mine! All I’m really saying to you Samantha, is please don’t make me drop a house on you...”
Fred finishes what’s left of the Cognac and tosses the glass at the wall, as it shatters into an uncountable number of shards of glass. He chuckles to himself and puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head and wagging his finger as if he’s about to speak again and almost does a couple of times, before deciding to walk away into the night, as we fade - to - black.
/Fin.