Post by Lacey Cadavre on Apr 22, 2008 23:28:19 GMT -5
Bazztard: "Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, the Order has finally started to become one with the tips of tongues among those around the locker room, although I doubt it's for reasons that they've intended. Throughout the past month, I've heard whispered jokes myself backstage, but now in the spotlight, they've just been openly mocked left and right, despite some increasingly despicable actions. And, oddly enough, all of them happen to come from one member, a woman at that... eventually ending up in child abduction. All of which was caused by one Lacey Cadavre.
Now... Lacey recently was the subject of a recently released video package... and, yes, I'll give her all of those things. She's unpinned. She hasn't submitted. Hell, she hasn't even been disqualified. Her only loss stems from Chelsea Crossfire getting the pin while she wasn't int he ring by Erin O'Shaunnessy... who was promptly knocked out from the boot of Lacey the following week in retribution.
She's sadistic. She'll do whatever it takes. Yeah, I'll admit that freely.
But there's one thing.
She's in the Order... a group that has -*
Bazztard is cut off speaking to the camera as the lights go black. "What the... Did we lose power in here? Oh... great..." Lacey's theme song, "Haunted", eerily echoes throughout the speakers with some dark light flashes accompanying it... "Let me guess... she heard me? Great... Can I get some extra security over here?"
She may have heard everything he said until the darkening of the arena. That much is to be found out, as laughable as it was to her that HE needed protection from her.
An oh-so-frail girl.
Big man behind the microphone. Just like them all. This brings a sadistic grin to the face of Lacey Cadavre, as she approaches the stage throughout the clouds of smoke billowing in front of her, and rolling into the ring. The ring announcer doesn't bother staying in the ring, instead leaving the microphone laying on the ground as he headed over to the security.
"Your open usage of the first amendment is amusing, to each and every person that has decided to say their piece. The Order is nothing? That's what we hear? Is that we all say when not confronted face to face with what is now the undeniable backbone of the faction?
Fear me.
Speak behind my back.
Speak while you can.
Undeniable backbone, I had stated. In fact, the Cleansing Savior of the very faction that I was ordered to join. Freed from my previous... obligation... and now... free from carrying an overgrown meatbag on my shoulders on his way to his final win as a member of the Order. Perhaps, if he should wish to live to see the light of another rising sun... his final win in Global Championship Wrestling. What a waste of a reward to offer unto him, hm? The very individual that has haunted him for nearly a year, offered up and delivered... guaranteed to be in the ring for him.
And he can't show his face to face his demon.
Pathetic.
Amusing.
Just die already from a mass-induced heart attack. Someone else had the gall to before he met what was coming to him, correct?"
A chorus of boos erupts towards the apparent jab to the actual death of Jon Pryor that had broken on Sunday night. A television angle? Believe that all that you want, officials of the every-man. Lacey could not be pinned with that one, no matter who tried. None to ever know as well.
"Even in the Bible, the "Savior" rose, only to disappear again in a matter of days. How... similar, yes?
Needless to say... Bryan Colombain. I delivered unto you, the "Wrestling Savior" to be standing across the ring from you. And, you... Where were you to drool at the mouth for what you have longed for? No-where.
The Order, is cleansed of you. In fact, the Order is wholly cleansed. It will build once again at my discretion. To my will. To those that I see fit.
The Order now consists of myself, Angel Fyre, your MayheM Champion, and his belle, Lauren Blayze... the very woman that I will mold in my fashion, the very woman I will lead to see her attacker dealt with. Calvin Crossfire... enjoy every breath that you draw. Hell hath no fury like Lacey Cadavre...
And Lacey Cadavre, spreads the wealth.
Now. Onto myself. I am, unpinned. I am, yet to submit. I am yet even to be disqualified. My only loss on my record stems from not being involved in the decision. This, has made my LORD shine his favor onto me... allowing me to pick apart this roster of... "Debutantes," piece by bloody piece.
To be the monster, he envisioned me.
To be the monster, my personal history dictates that I am.
To be cold. To be cruel. To be the top of the pecking Order that is the GCW brass.
All that is required... is victim number one. Present yourself... before I am forced to find one myself. This ring, has regulations to keep you safe. Where I find you if needbe... does not."
Now... Lacey recently was the subject of a recently released video package... and, yes, I'll give her all of those things. She's unpinned. She hasn't submitted. Hell, she hasn't even been disqualified. Her only loss stems from Chelsea Crossfire getting the pin while she wasn't int he ring by Erin O'Shaunnessy... who was promptly knocked out from the boot of Lacey the following week in retribution.
She's sadistic. She'll do whatever it takes. Yeah, I'll admit that freely.
But there's one thing.
She's in the Order... a group that has -*
Bazztard is cut off speaking to the camera as the lights go black. "What the... Did we lose power in here? Oh... great..." Lacey's theme song, "Haunted", eerily echoes throughout the speakers with some dark light flashes accompanying it... "Let me guess... she heard me? Great... Can I get some extra security over here?"
She may have heard everything he said until the darkening of the arena. That much is to be found out, as laughable as it was to her that HE needed protection from her.
An oh-so-frail girl.
Big man behind the microphone. Just like them all. This brings a sadistic grin to the face of Lacey Cadavre, as she approaches the stage throughout the clouds of smoke billowing in front of her, and rolling into the ring. The ring announcer doesn't bother staying in the ring, instead leaving the microphone laying on the ground as he headed over to the security.
"Your open usage of the first amendment is amusing, to each and every person that has decided to say their piece. The Order is nothing? That's what we hear? Is that we all say when not confronted face to face with what is now the undeniable backbone of the faction?
Fear me.
Speak behind my back.
Speak while you can.
Undeniable backbone, I had stated. In fact, the Cleansing Savior of the very faction that I was ordered to join. Freed from my previous... obligation... and now... free from carrying an overgrown meatbag on my shoulders on his way to his final win as a member of the Order. Perhaps, if he should wish to live to see the light of another rising sun... his final win in Global Championship Wrestling. What a waste of a reward to offer unto him, hm? The very individual that has haunted him for nearly a year, offered up and delivered... guaranteed to be in the ring for him.
And he can't show his face to face his demon.
Pathetic.
Amusing.
Just die already from a mass-induced heart attack. Someone else had the gall to before he met what was coming to him, correct?"
A chorus of boos erupts towards the apparent jab to the actual death of Jon Pryor that had broken on Sunday night. A television angle? Believe that all that you want, officials of the every-man. Lacey could not be pinned with that one, no matter who tried. None to ever know as well.
"Even in the Bible, the "Savior" rose, only to disappear again in a matter of days. How... similar, yes?
Needless to say... Bryan Colombain. I delivered unto you, the "Wrestling Savior" to be standing across the ring from you. And, you... Where were you to drool at the mouth for what you have longed for? No-where.
The Order, is cleansed of you. In fact, the Order is wholly cleansed. It will build once again at my discretion. To my will. To those that I see fit.
The Order now consists of myself, Angel Fyre, your MayheM Champion, and his belle, Lauren Blayze... the very woman that I will mold in my fashion, the very woman I will lead to see her attacker dealt with. Calvin Crossfire... enjoy every breath that you draw. Hell hath no fury like Lacey Cadavre...
And Lacey Cadavre, spreads the wealth.
Now. Onto myself. I am, unpinned. I am, yet to submit. I am yet even to be disqualified. My only loss on my record stems from not being involved in the decision. This, has made my LORD shine his favor onto me... allowing me to pick apart this roster of... "Debutantes," piece by bloody piece.
To be the monster, he envisioned me.
To be the monster, my personal history dictates that I am.
To be cold. To be cruel. To be the top of the pecking Order that is the GCW brass.
All that is required... is victim number one. Present yourself... before I am forced to find one myself. This ring, has regulations to keep you safe. Where I find you if needbe... does not."
