HL: “Our next contest is a Last Woman Standing match!  Under the rules of this match, there are no count-outs or disqualifications and the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent to the point that she cannot answer the referee’s ten-count!”

 

::The lights begin to fade, going practically to nothing. The song 'Down with the Sickness' by Disturbed hit over the PA system. Instruments were heard...::

 

"Can you feel that?"

 

::It continued as Kelsia Vector came from behind the black curtain to look out at the now booing fans. Tony and Adrean had come out from behind the curtain as well coming to stand behind her. She laughed looking around at them all. Standing there in her ring attire which consisted of black flare pants and a white fitted shirt, both with the KTA logo on them, she just smirked. Her hair was pulled back tightly so not to get torn out by her opponent.::

 

RJ: “I wonder if Kelsia knows what she’s getting into tonight with Alexa.  She’s made some very pointed comments, especially concerning Alexa’s family.”

 

MS: “Which was more shocking to you, though?  Her comments or who she was training with?”

  

"It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing...in me.
Looking at my own reflecting when suddenly it changes, VIOLENTLY, it changes…OH NO.
There is no turning back now that you have woken up the DEMON…IN ME! "

 

RJ:  “Uria Kane, I know.  Does that mean he’s coming back soon?  All I know is that Kelsia had better be focused tonight.”

 

::Kelsia keeps an evil smile on her face as she made her way down the ramp, one foot followed by the other until she reached the ring apron.  Jumping onto it at the center, she turns her back to face the stage once more.  Her hands came out on either side locking with the ropes before she looked left, then right once more, flipping backwards into the ring with her hands on the ropes.  Crossing the ring and leaping up onto the far turnbuckle, she takes a seat to wait for her opponent.::

 

HL:  “Now entering the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at 130 pounds…Kelsia Vector!  And her opponent…”

 

::The arena blackens to the first guitar rifts of “Brackish” by Kittie. The strobes light the arena with each passing incline of notes in the rifts and clangs of the symbols. Images of the female wrestler played along the ACW-Tron of her various matches. Her name flashed. A growl from the lead singer begins the quick tempo song and was the signal for the pyrotechnics to blast illuminating Alexa as her arms raised up to the ceiling. She wore black tuxedo style vest that pressed hard to her form, looping around her neck. The material of her top stopped right under her bosom to accentuate the lines of her abdomen. Her black flair pants covered black boots. Golden brown strands held back in a French braid. She learned to keep it back.::

 

“She is not scared to die…

The best things in life drive her to cry.

Crucify then learn!”

 

::Alexa took a moment to motion for everyone to rock out with her. She made her way down the ramp with a smile, interacting with the fans all the way down as they were on their feet in appreciation. She offered high fives and an occasional hug to a child fan. About half way down the ramp she took off to the ring. Sliding in under the bottom rope she was to her knees.::

 

HL: “Now entering the ring, hailing from Danbury, Connecticut, she stands at five-foot-nine and weighs in at 160 pounds.  She is the reigning ACW Women’s Champion…Alexa Rose!”

 

“Sit and watch me burn...

I’ll take you down, and show you deep inside,

My life, my inner workin’…”

 

::Now up to her feet she made her way to each turnbuckle. Raising her hands and motioning to the crowd, clapping her hands for them on each ring post. Hoping out of her last corner she smiled. Hands clasping together as those deep emerald hues lock to her opponent. The smile fading as she waited for the bell to signal her start.::

 

RJ: “The title’s not on the line tonight, but you can bet that Alexa will wrestle as though it is.”

MS: “She’s no doubt proud to be the champion, but if she’s not careful this match could make her easy pickings for her next title challenger.”

RJ: “There’s no woman tougher and more capable of weathering assaults than Alexa.  You risk selling her short.”

 

::The bell had sounded and Kelsia stepped back from Alexa and held her finger up. She had a smirk on her face and pointed towards the ACW-Tron. Adrean and Tony were standing there already set with microphones so what they had to say would be picked up. All that was seen so far was a white wall…nothing more. Alexa moved into Kelsia and turned her around. Invading Kelsia's space as Alexa's body pressed to Kelsia, demanding angrily what was going on. She pointed to the ACW-Tron and said a few things that weren't picked up by audio. As Kelsia was gripped up by Alexa she made no point to try and get out of the hold. She laughed and looked to the ACW-Tron herself telling Alexa to just listen.  Tony's voice would be heard coming through...::

 

Tony: "Alexa...whoa now. You might want to take a few steps back. Think hard, Alexa…do you remember Kelsia making a promise to you this week?"

 

::Tony watched her to see what she would do from the television at the hospital. Alexa moved from Kelsia, almost tossing the woman aside. She stalked over and grabbed a mike, bringing it up to her lips. Her voice came out as a dangerously low growl…something never gotten from anyone in ACW since she started.:: 

 

Alexa: "I do." 

 

::Those two words held enough threat and force in them to stop an army in their tracks. Alexa glared between Kelsia and the ACW-Tron Kelsia was tossed aside and fell to the mat only to get up and surprisingly not even try to go at Alexa, even then the referee felt the need to warn her to stay back.  She instead waited in the corner and was passed a microphone of her own for when she was ready to use it. Tony however was the next one to speak.::

 

Tony: "You see Alexa..." ::The camera panned back and Alexa's sister in law could be seen laying in her hospital bed.:: "We are here to watch over her just like promised. If I were you...I would remember that during this match."

 

::Tony smirked as Adrean walked over towards the sleeping women and ran his hand along her arm.::

 

RJ: “Disgusting!  Leave it to Kelsia and her cronies to take every advantage possible!”

MS: “All’s fair in love and war, and this is both!  Alexa’s the one who talked about her family so openly and offered the advantage to anyone who’d take it.  Kelsia’s just picking up the gauntlet!”

 

Alexa: "So this is how you want to win this match, Kelsia?"  ::She looked to the woman in the corner of the ring. She looked up to the ACW-Tron.:: "Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there. You think of harming even the smallest body hair on her, you two are marked. Well, even more so than now I should say. If you wanted action, why not make it a triple threat, hm? I would have gladly shown you just how much of a back-up dancer you two really are."  ::She looked to Kelsia once more and she looked at her with disgust. Emerald orbs brightened by anger:: “I will lie down and you can have the match if you want. Don't make the mistake of harming her."

 

::Very even-toned, dangerous threat. Tony and Adrean were done speaking. They were now on either side of Alexa's sister in law watching the television obviously to see how the match went. Kelsia seemed to start to speak instead.

 

Kelsia: "First off lover, they are there to watch over her since you can not be with her. No harm will come, unless they slip up once more like they did with Roric, I already mentioned that to you."  ::Kelsia stopped and looked up to the ACW-Tron once more before looking at Alexa again.:: "Secondly, it would not have been a triple threat if they were involved, but a fatal four-way. I think you forgot to add a little right there but who can blame you under the circumstances.  And lastly, I don't want you to just lie down. If you even think of trying it, I will pick you up and give you what is coming to you. I told you already, you can trust my word when it comes to the two of them, do you not believe me?"

 

RJ: “Believe her?  Good way to get your throat cut when you aren’t looking!”

MS: “Someone certainly has a bug up their butt tonight, huh?”

RJ: “She’s crossing a line in my eyes, Mitchell.  Just because you have no heart doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t!”

 

::Kelsia seemed to be done talking and tossed the microphone out of the ring before relaxing into the ropes waiting to see what Alexa would do.::

 

Alexa: "Well, those two are up your a-ACW Forced Censor-s so much they have become like one person."

 

::A loud ripping sound filled the audio for one moment as the microphone hit the mat with purpose. Alexa stood in the middle of the ring and raised her hands up to waist level. Even though Alexa was raging inside, wanting to end this little girl’s time in ACW where she stands, she is cautious. She will win this match and not be blinded by rage. Motioning for Kelsia to come get it, she even said it to her, Alexa spoke again…and the words were barely picked up without a microphone nearby::

 

Alexa: "Well…what are you waiting for, Poppet?"

 

::Kelsia smiled sinisterly as she charges Alexa, immediately locking up with her opponent.  Alexa, however, is amped up on rage and her strength seems to have increased because of it.  She shoves Kelsia back towards the ropes with such force that the dark-skinned woman nearly goes right over them and to the floor.  Hate-filled eyes glare at the momentarily-surprised Kelsia who storms back over to the unmoving Alexa and laces into her cheek with an open-handed slap.::

RJ: “Ouch!  That one echoed throughout the arena, Mitchell!”

MS: “Now that’s just uncalled for!  Look at Alexa now!”

::The slap gets a growl out of Alexa, who stuns Kelsia with a sudden bell clap that leaves Vector holding her ears.  Grabbing the smaller woman by the shoulders Alexa headbutts her full-force and drives her down into a sitting position on the mat.  Kelsia briefly scoots back towards the ropes as the looming champion flexes right in front of her face, displaying her considerable power.::

 

MS: “Think she’s mad, Robbie?”

::Pulling Kelsia up to her feet with both hands wrapped around her throat, Alexa bends the smaller woman back over the top rope, her teeth and jaw clenched as she squeezed the blatant choke while Kelsia fought to claw those hands away from her windpipe.::

RJ: “Gee, let me check the magic eight-ball here…it says ‘signs point to yes’.”

 

MS: “No need to be a smart-ass, Robbie…”

 

RJ: “Then stop asking stupid questions.”

 

::The referee can do nothing about the choke, though he tries to convince Alexa to let go.  She finally breaks out of the hold to tell the referee off and turns back to Kelsia only to receive an eyeful of fingernails.  Coughing and trying to catch her breath, Kelsia takes it to her larger opponent with hard chops across her chest.  After the first two shots, they only seem to pump up Alexa, prompting her to wrap her arms around Kelsia’s waist and lift her up, driving her spine-first into the turnbuckles with great force.  Stunned from the impact, Kelsia nevertheless makes the attempt to cover up as Alexa comes at her with chops of her own…and a powerful open-handed slap as a late response to Vector’s own rebuke from earlier.::

 

MS: “What the…”

 

RJ: “Don’t even try to tell me that Kelsia didn’t deserve that, Mitchell.”

 

MS: “…bah.  You’re no fun.”

 

::Just as it had done with Alexa herself, however, the blow wakes Kelsia up, prompting her to fight back with more ferocity.  Another rake of the eyes is followed by a hard elbow smash to the top of Alexa’s head, then a second one.  Fueled on rage and perhaps a heady dose of desire, Vector keeps up her assault with a running front kick after backing Rose away with several hard chops.  The evasion is swift and effective until Kelsia surprises the champion with a backflip kick that cracks Alexa on the top of her head.::

RJ: “What a counter to the counter!  Alexa is down!”

MS: “The referee’s started his first count of the match!  One…two…three…”

::The crowd counts along as well, but they only reach five before Alexa is up and active again, charging Kelsia and wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist again as she attempts to dump her over the ropes.  The challenger manages to catch herself on the apron, landing another elbow on the crown of Alexa’s head after catching herself.::

 

MS: “And there goes Alexa!  Did you see the torque that Kelsia used to snap the woman’s throat off the top rope?”

RJ: “That was nasty and it looks like the champion is having trouble getting her breath back…”

::Knowing full well that she has to push any advantage she gets, Kelsia slips in behind Alexa and tries to set her up for a KV Bomb, but Alexa feels the clench coming.  Using her superior strength, she slowly forces a wide-eyed Kelsia’s arms down.  Dark arms tremble as they’re lowered from around Alexa’s shoulders and neck, but a sharp elbow to the top of the champion’s spine knocks her forward and ends the brief respite.::

RJ: “Kelsia’s stepping in and…yes, a cobra clutch!”

MS: “She’d better cinch down tight!  Alexa’s already trying to fight her way out!”

::And the champion does manage this after a few long moments, backing Kelsia into the corner hard.  The challenger determinedly hangs on, but another pair of jarring, back-first collisions makes her slacken her grip to the point that Alexa can pull free of her arms.  But she doesn’t step that far forward, instead backing her body hard into that of Kelsia, firing side elbows from both sides towards the head of the challenger as she tries desperately to cover up.::

MS: “Alexa’s fighting from behind already, but she’s still doing her share of damage!  Now she’s got Kelsia by the throat!”

RJ: “What power!  Did you see that?  She just threw Kelsia across the ring like a sack of grain!”

::The double-handed choke toss does indeed send Kelsia almost all the way to the opposite corner.  Despite the fact that she’s on her feet quickly, she’s still wobbly and in no condition to weather the full-force spear that Alexa utilizes, nearly breaking Vector in half.::

RJ: “There has to be some internal damage after that shot!  And the referee’s started his count!”

::The crowd counts along as Kelsia stirs weakly on the mat, a heavily-breathing Alexa watching her like a hawk from several feet away.  From the look in her eyes, she’d be just fine with the dark-skinned challenger getting up to her feet.::

 

“One…two…three…four…five…six…”

::Before a seven fully extends past the referee’s lips, Kelsia pulls herself up by the ropes with an enticing smile on her face, wiggling her finger at Alexa as if to say she was far from done.  There’s a brief twitch of a smile on Alexa’s face before she charges Kelsia recklessly…and is sent over the top rope for her efforts.::

MS: “Smart move, pulling the rope down like that.  Obviously, the mental victory is already Kelsia’s.”

RJ: “Mind over matter, I suppose, but don’t count the champion out yet.”

 

::The champion is already fighting her way back up as Kelsia drops down to the floor, and lands a few hard punches to her stomach to buy some time.  Kelsia fights back with a few kicks to the stomach before whipping Alexa into the ringside barrier.  Waving the fans aside, she picks Alexa and drops her chest first on the barricade, stomping on her as she hits the mats covering the concrete floor.  Pulling Alexa back up to her feet, she attempts to whip her again, this time into the steps, but finds herself taking the coach-class flight instead, a shriek and an arching of her back resulting as body meets steel.::

 

RJ: “Alexa’s got a running start here and after that impact I doubt Kelsia’s going to dodge it!  Good God, she just rammed her knee full-force into Kelsia’s chest!”

MS: “She’s not done, either!  Look at those stomps and kicks!  Get in there, ref!”

::Perhaps Kelsia was regretting leaving T & A at the hospital as Alexa tried to choke the life out of her with a boot across her throat.  Only the desire to do more damage draws Alexa away from her rival, whom she pulls up and takes overhead with a military press before letting Vector fall stomach-first on her knees.  The blow drives the rest of the air out of Kelsia, and the referee starts a count again…but it’s interrupted at three by a bloodthirsty Alexa who grabs the dark hair of her opponent and repeatedly rams her face-first into the steps.::

 

MS: “I think the challenger is busted open, Robbie!  Alexa’s a mad-woman!”

RJ: “If you were in her spot, you would be too!  This is the same Alexa we saw at Raining Blood and if that’s the case, Kelsia doesn’t stand a chance!”

MS: “Aw, hell…they’re coming this way!”

::With a running start, having Vector by the hair, the champion attempts to send her skidding over the table and into the commentator’s laps, but Kelsia instead lands on top of the table, barely moving.  Alexa grabs her by the hair and brings her head up, screaming something without words into her battered, bloody face before bouncing her head off the table’s surface.  Climbing up after her, the crowd’s constant noise raised several decibels, expecting some kind of high-impact as both women were situated on the flat surface.::

 

MS: “What the hell are they doing now?!”

RJ: “I don’t know, but I don’t like where this is going!”

 

::In her brutalized state, some semblance of self-preservation came to the fore in Kelsia.  As Alexa positioned her for a knee-drop bulldog, Kelsia fought her way out and raked the eyes of the champion, buying herself a few precious seconds.  Having little time to react, she hits a low blow on the incapacitated champion and grabs her lowered head to execute a sloppy, yet effective, DDT that drives both women down and through the table.  The crowd pops for the move, but neither woman is stirring as the referee comes over to start his count.::

“One…two…

MS: “They destroyed the table and now they’re both out of it!”

“Three…four…five…”

RJ: “It’s going to be close if they even manage to get back up…!”

“Six…seven…”

 

::Alexa stirs first, pulling herself up with the help of the ringside barricade. Kelsia staggers upright on her own, falters, then manages to keep her base, ending the count just past eight.  The challenger charges Alexa with what energy she has left, but his back body dropped over the barricade and right into the front row.  Following Kelsia over, Alexa picks her up and begins laying into her with hard chops across the chest.  The pain has a reverse effect on Vector, who fires back on Rose with chops of her own.  Their melee takes them a few rows in, but a missed clothesline by Kelsia results in an attempted Irish whip from Alexa.::

 

RJ: “Fighting through the crowd but now a reversal!  And Alexa’s almost in our laps again!”

MS: “She’s already up again, though…and there goes Kelsia over our heads!  She’s nuts!”

::The dive from the top of the barricade drove both women to the floor, with Kelsia managing to acquire the mount position and firing several heavy blows from her improved positioning.  Alexa covers up and weathers the blows, prompting an impatient screech from Kelsia, who gets off her opponent and goes to the timekeeper’s table, shoving someone out of their chair and taking it into her own hands.  Hitting it against the mat, she waits for Alexa to rise and turn, and…::

 

MS: “Wide swing!  Kelsia hit the ring post!”

RJ: “Dropped the chair, too…and now Alexa’s got it!”

MS: “What a shot!  Did you freaking hear that?!  The cheap seats heard it!”

 

::Alexa had waffled Kelsia across the head with the chair, throwing it aside afterward and hurling her near-lifeless opponent into the ring.  Following suit, Alexa pulled Kelsia up to her feet and once more screamed into her face, shoving her into the ropes and catching her with a vicious spear before backing off, somewhat reluctantly, to allow the referee to count.::

“One…two…three…”

::Kelsia doesn’t stir until four, grabbing hold of the adjacent ropes and trying to pull up to her feet.  Alexa, meanwhile, is coiled nearby as though daring her opponent to get back up.::

“Five…six…seven…”

::The crowd’s murmur is at a high level now as the challenger slips again but keeps her grip on the ropes, making it to her feet just short of nine.  Torn between frustration and pleasure, Alexa charges in and begins battering Kelsia with forearms to the face and chest.  This time, the battered Kelsia fires back, using elbows and chops to retaliate against her larger opponent.::

MS: “Close one there, Robbie.”

RJ: “No doubt…the closeness must have reminded Kelsia of what she needs to do…and that’s stay on Alexa.”

MS: “In more ways than one if you ask Kelsia!”

RJ: “Will you stop it?!  I won’t tell you again…you’ll be out of here!”

 

::Getting her hands around Rose’s throat, Kelsia lifts Alexa up with both hands, a surprising move to use on the most powerful woman in the company.  She holds on for a few seconds before Alexa fights her way back down and hits a hard kick to the stomach.  Hitting the ropes, she comes at Kelsia again but is take over suddenly by an STO, the champion’s head bouncing off the mat.  It is at this point that blood is seen on Alexa as well, a little bit coming from the corner of her mouth.::

RJ: “Blood for the challenger as well…no doubt from those elbows!”

::Vector makes her way to the ropes, fiddling with the turnbuckle pad while Alexa attempts to shake off the cobwebs.  Finishing, Kelsia returns to Alexa and is caught with a few punches from the champion, backed off from her attempted assault.  Alexa brings her up and down with an inverted atomic drop, but her attempt at a charge is side-stepped.  Kelsia attempts to sling her towards the exposed turnbuckle but the champion catches herself, landing an elbow to the challenger’s gut before grabbing her by the head and trying to bounce her skull of the exposed ring.::

MS: “She dodged a bullet there, but Alexa still trying to make her taste steel!”

RJ: “Ouch…not anymore!  That elbow jarred Alexa!”

::Only temporarily, though.  A front kick backs Alexa off again but she still came at Kelsia with murderous intent.  Hoisting Alexa into the air, Vector dropped her face-first on the steel turnbuckle ring and began to dig in her tights for something.::

RJ: “What the hell is she after now?!”

::Drawing her hand out with a pair of brass knuckles on them, Kelsia swung wildly at Alexa but the woozy champion wasn’t done.  Lifting Kelsia up for an assumed backdrop, she instead deposits her groin-first on the exposed turnbuckle, the look on the challenger’s face priceless in a painful way.::

MS: “I think…yeah…she’s not getting any for a while.”

RJ: “Thank you for that brilliant observation!”

 

::Stepping up onto the second strand, Alexa drapes her opponent’s arm over her shoulder and looks for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kelsia somehow flips out of it and lands on her feet.  Alexa manages to keep her hands on the ropes to keep from falling back, but it proves to be an opening for Vector, who yanks her legs out from under her and brings her face-first against the turnbuckle ring again.::

RJ: “Another shot!  And Alexa’s busted open just like Kelsia now!”

MS: “Look out!  That hand’s loaded!”

::Kelsia swings with a desperate right hand and catches the groggy Alexa flush in the jaw with the knuckle-enhanced fist.  The shot sends the champion down on her back with a thud and Kelsia goes down herself from the force she threw into that swing.  Face-down next to her face-up opponent, the referee gave it a moment, then began the count.::

 

“One…two…three…four…”

RJ: “Neither of them may get up!  The count’s halfway done and neither woman has stirred!”

MS: “Oh, hell…who wants a draw?!  Someone has to get up!”

“Six…seven…”

::The challenger stirs enough to grab the ropes, desperation etched on every motion as she tries to fight up to her feet.  The champion, more slowly, is trying to find a way up as well.::

“Eight…”

 

::Draped over the second rope, blood masking her dark-fleshed face, Kelsia slips a few times trying to get her feet stable under her.  Alexa is almost sitting up and reaching for the top rope to arch up.::

“Nine…”

::Upright but still draped over the top strand a little, Kelsia backs away a bit, falters, but manages to stay upright.  Alexa is almost there…::

“Ten!”

::…but doesn’t quite get stable before the bell rings!  The referee raises the weighted hand of Kelsia as the woman takes the only moment offered to exult in a hard-fought victory.::

HL: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…Kelsia Vector!”

::Alexa was having none of it, however, and attacks Kelsia from behind, battering her down to the mat with hard right hands and forearms.  The referee’s attempts to stop her result in a right hand for him as well before Alexa clotheslines her rival over the top rope and to the floor.::

 

RJ: “The match is over…at least as far as the rules are concerned!  But don’t try telling Alexa that!”

MS: “She’s a sore loser!  She lost clean and should be able to accept that!  Not like she lost her title!”

RJ: “You can actually say that seeing what we were privy to before the match?!”

::Kelsia, still out on the floor, is motionless as Alexa goes under the ring and comes up with a table, setting it up in front of the ring apron.  Driving a boot into a half-upright Kelsia, Alexa pulls her up and onto the apron, staring hard into the debilitated woman’s eyes before hoisting her up over her head.::

 

MS: “I know what she’s thinking here!  Come on, Alexa, it’s over!  Accept it!”

RJ: “Look out…she’s coming down!”

 

::With all the force she could muster after the long match, Alexa drives Kelsia down from nearly six-and-a-half feet up, driving the woman’s body through the table at ringside.  Shards of table fly everywhere as Kelsia collides with it en route to the floor.::

RJ: “Black Rose!  Shades of her match with Aurelei at Raining Blood!”

 

MS: “You’d better get some help out here for Kelsia!  She’s the one that’s going to need a bed for the night!”

::Alexa, handed her title, holds it up high from the apron as her theme plays in the background, the cameras getting a good shot of the carnage at ringside before going to a commercial.  The expression on Aurelei Phoenix's face as the show returns to the air is clearly one betraying disgust, her right hand held out steady as she made turn after turn of black tape around her palm and wrist.  Soft-looking lips moved as though she was speaking, but the words were too soft for the camera microphones to pick up.  Tearing the end of the tape off with her teeth, she set to wrapping the other hand, muttering to herself darkly.::

 

Aurelei: "One day you're going to learn, Alexa.  Better hope it's not already too late by then..."

 

::Obviously, she didn't care to elaborate on that point, leaving the listeners to wonder exactly what she meant.::

 

MS: "Looks ready, doesn't she?  What better way to get amped up than to watch the woman holding YOUR title in a match?"

 

RJ: "The name on that belt says 'Alexa Rose' clear as day, Mitchell."

 

MS: "Far as Aurelei and a lot of her fans are concerned, that's just a technicality."