Make me scream(Lacey)

[Jennifer Drew]

The crowd was into this week's installment of Lock Up but they were about to get really into it. The building came unglued as “Strawberry Gashes” played and Jennifer made her grand entrance in Indianapolis. And she milked it for all it was worth. This was probably one of the best responses she was going to get all year being so close to home and all. After an extra long entrance and circling around to almost everyone at ringside she gets in the ring.

Naptown, USA. Thank you for the welcome. It's good to be here but I've got some things on my mind tonight. You've all seen the videos and you know what it means.

Make no mistake. Lacey Cadavre is mad at me. She has a copy of After Effects and she intends to use it.

And I can see why she'd want to. I mean I ended the big streak. I just had to go and get clever at the end of the match. And may I add you should have seen the look on your face when I did. Watch the tape, you'll laugh. Hey, if it was me I'd be making and broadcasting creepy video packages about how much I hated me too. You all would. Every last one of you.

Jennifer points an accusing finger at everyone in the crowd.

So now she wants to twist my limbs, maybe break a bone or two, concuss the ol' brain a bit. Well I came to Lock Up so she can try. Now...

[Lacey Cadavre]

Abruptly, the power in the arena cuts out. The titantron fills with static before showcasing a familiar signal.



The signal of nothing. Nothing to save you, Jennifer Drew. Bouts of static streak across the picture, the only thing that illuminates Jennifer Drew within the ring is the faint light that reaches her from the exi signs, with the wayward camera flashes accompanying it. Suddenly, blue light flicker, as serial barcodes start to run across the screen, rippling over the dulling colors of the off-air screen.

Light blue flashes pulse through the darkness, lightly showing patches of fans, out of reach areas, Jennifer Drew, and the smoke billowing towards her.

Suddenly, nothing. The smoke can be smelled as it raised from the areas along the rampway, pouring from behind the entrance curtain, creeping over the canvas of the ring. Suddenly, the music hits. Pitch black, the haunting intro plays, skips, plays again, before finally remaining silent. Whatever could be going through the mind of Jennifer Drew at this point in time is a mystery only she herself knew, yet most anybody watching the scene unfold wouldn't need rocket science to piece together.

Pitch black. Lacey, the opportunist. Putting two and two together is as simple as that. A beat skips again, before the light lightly illuminate, a dull blue. Lacey stands at the back of Jennifer Drew, her distance slightly more than it would take for her breasts to graze the back of Jennifer. In her hand, a microphone, on her face, the evil sneer. Her breath could be felt on the back of Jennifer's neck as she spoke.

"Don't turn around.

Ended the big streak, it's no different than signing your sentence. You have my attention, Jennifer Drew. As far as I see it...

You stand between me, and the GCW Top Debutante Championship.

The premier top of GCW.

I don't need a gimmick to destroy you. And tonight, you shall see."

The lights blanked out again, the only sounds carrying over the buzzing of the fans was the light heart-beat monitor sounds of her theme song, with the low tones of a females voice. The music doesn't pick up.

Bazztard: "Wait... Is Lacey still here? All of that display and she doesn't even perform her classic submission while the victim isn't looking move? Anyone else feel gipped???

Anyways, so, lets get this straight. Did Lacey Cadavre just appear out of nowhere to her little horror movie spectacle to only say that we're getting just a singles match tonight? Can we get some lights on to make sure she isn't there still?"

[Jennifer Drew]

Don't turn around, huh? Like hell she won't. She thought Lacey had to be close so she tried to quickly look behind her and catch her face to face. Didn't want to get ambushed again, did she?

Of course that was going to be a problem since she was nowhere to be found? Jennifer searched high and low in the ring but couldn't find her. She tired to look out into the crowd and down the ramp but the combination of the low lights was making it impossible.

Frustrated she rolls out of the ring and starts walking around on the outside yanking up all four ring aprons looking more annoyed each time. And that sound wasn't helping her mood any.

She starts confronting the ring announcer, cameramen, the timekeeper and even Harvey Bazztard as to the whereabouts of Ms. Cadavre, getting nothing every time.

This time she'd be ready, she shooed a crewman out of a ringside seat and grabbed the chair, just waiting.

[Lacey Cadavre]

On the titantron, a tattered and destroyed video of Jennifer's victory, pinning Lacey is shown. Following the conclusion of the video, a firey explosion erupts from the ringposts, flaring the area in red. Then the lights come up to an absent Lacey. Jennifer would get her chance to get her revenge, and Lacey hers, at the official match type.

Jennifer Drew against Lacey Cadavre. Singles.