AF35: Lexi Hayes vs. Frank Mortlock
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This match is granted a 24 hour extension.
Skairipa Matrix
3 Time Elite Openweight Champion
The Adventures of Lexi Hayes: The Search For The Lucky Bracelet
As the scene opens, we see Lexi Hayes in her bedroom. The room is very girly with purple walls and a carpeted floor to match. The room itself however looks like it was hit by a tornado as clothes are all over the floor, the sheets on the bed are barely hanging on the bed and Lexi has a panicked look on her face as she throws clothes out of her closet while yelling "WHERE IS IT?" over and over again. Finally, her bedroom door gets flung open and her older sister Jessica walks in and crosses her arms upon spotting her younger sister panicking and making a huge mess of her room.
LEXI! What the heck are ya doing?!? I JUST helped you clean your room a couple of days ago and now it's a huge mess again!
Jessica shakes her head in disappointment as Lexi sighs and stands up, looking at her sister with worry in her eyes and a frown on her face.
I can't find my lucky charm bracelet! You know, the matching one to yours Daddy gave me? I know I left it in here and now it's gone, I bet someone stole it!
Jessica rolls her eyes and shakes her head before responding.
Lexi don't you have more important things to worry about than your missing bracelet? You know, like your match on Aftershock against Frank Mortlock? He almost won the Elite X Title recently, you need to worry about him instead of your bracelet.
Lexi shakes her head in disagreement as she walks out of her room and into the hallway. She walks down the hall and heads for the living room of the house as Jessica follows her.
You don't get it Jess, without my lucky bracelet I could never even stand a chance against Frank Mortlock, he's scary good. I need every bit of luck I can get on my side if I wanna beat him. Now help me find my bracelet!
Lexi jumps onto the couch and begins digging in the cushions with both hands as Jessica decides she has a better chance of keeping Lexi focused if the bracelet is found so she begins looking around on the floor for the lucky piece of jewelry. After 7-10 minutes of searching the room and coming up empty, Lexi starts walking towards the front door to the house but before she can leave, Jessica runs up to her and puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
Where the heck are ya going Lexi?!?
Well clearly if my bracelet isn't here, SOMEBODY stole it! Somebody wants my luck and I am not lettin' that happen no ma'am!
Lexi shakes her head and walks outside as Jessica shakes her head. Lexi gets in her truck and starts the engine, but before she can take off the passenger door creeks opens and Jessica gets in. Upon sitting down she slams the door shut behind her as Lexi turns to ask her sister a question, but before she can ask what she wanted to ask her question gets answered.
If you're gonna go on a wild goose chase for your bracelet I'm coming with you. At least then I can try to keep you focused on your match with Mortlock.
Lexi shrugs before backing out of the driveway, and heading down the dirt road, kicking up dust all around her truck as she goes. Jessica looks out the window for a moment, but then turns her attention back to her sister.
So Lexi, you did good in your début against Corvus and Mr. Butty except for the whole forgetting about Mr. Butty at the end there. But you can't make any mistakes if you wanna beat Mortlock. He's a very smart and very good wrestler. What's your plan for how to beat him?
Honestly Jess, he's scarier than a striped haint. Facing Corvus and Mr. Butty was one thing, but Mortlock is a tougher challenge and one I don't know if I can handle. I've been sweatin' more than a ****e at church at the thought of facing him this week.
Lexi frowns as Jessica slowly nods, the puts her hand on her sister's shoulder as they reach a red light at an intersection.
Lexi, I know this is gonna be a tough challenge for you and I know I'm hard on you but you can do it. You're younger and faster than Mortlock and I know if you really focus all your energy on beating him, you can do it.
Lexi nods slowly while her older sister gives her a reassuring smile before Lexi continues down the road.
Thanks Jess. As soon as I find my dang bracelet, I promise I'll go back to focusing on the match.
Three Hours Later....
Lexi and Jessica are slowly heading down the dirt road back to their house, Lexi looking like she lost her last friend while Jessica seems to be puzzled as to what to say to cheer her sister up.
Lexi if it helps, I'll buy you a new bracelet. I know it won't be the same but...
NO! It wouldn't be the same! Daddy gave me that bracelet and it has my lucky charm on it! I just have to accept the fact any luck I had is gone now! I mean I looked everywhere for it, my room, the living room, the market, the diner and even the creek!
Did you really think it'd be in the creek? You haven't gone swimming there in years...
I had to look!
Lexi shakes her head as she whips her truck into the Hayes driveway and turns it off, she sulks as she steps out of the truck and starts walking up the driveway, until she hears a familiar peppy voice behind her.
Heyyy!
Lexi turns around, and spots her best friend Callie. Upon seeing her, Lexi runs down the driveway and right into a big hug from Callie who hugs her friend back. Jessica stands back watching with a smile on her face, just happy to see her sister smiling again.
What are ya doing here?! I thought you weren't coming back from your camping trip until tomorrow!
Jess called me duh! When I heard my best friend was upset I told my parents we just had to come home a day early!
Callie nods as the two friends break the hug.
I came by earlier and you weren't here. But hey hey look what I got!
Callie holds up her arm, revealing a charm bracelet similar to the one Lexi is missing, even having the same charms. Lexi notices this and tackles her friend as Jessica runs over to try to pull her sister off Callie.
Ten Minutes Later....
The scene opens back up, and we're now in the basement of the Hayes House. The basement is unfinished as the walls are cold with cement and there's not even a carpet on the ground, just a hard cement floor. In the middle of the biggest room in the basement we see a wooden chair. Sitting in the chair is Lexi's best friend Callie, tied up and unable to move. Suddenly the bright light from a flashlight is shined into her eyes by Lexi, who holds her friends bracelet in her other hand.
So Callie, why'd ya do it? Why'd you steal MY bracelet before I have to face Mr. Mortlock this week on Aftershock!? You know it's my lucky bracelet and you took it!
Lexi continues to shine the light in her friends eyes, who's squinting and clueless about what's going on.
You have a lucky bracelet? That's totally awesome! I have a lucky shoe!
Callie nods proudly before turning her head away from the flashlight, but Lexi moves to the other side of the chair and shines the light back in her eyes.
Ya know I have a lucky bracelet, I've had it forever! But now all of sudden you have a bracelet and mine's missing!?
Hey I did not take your bracelet! My mama bought it for me!
Lexi raises an eyebrow and looks over the bracelet before shining the light back in Callie's eyes.
Where'd she buy it!?
Umm...the bracelet store?
Callie shrugs as much as she can with her arms tied to the chair.
Now untie me Lexi! I have to go to the bathroom!
Hang on.
Lexi turns the flashlight off, and pulls her iPhone out of her pocket and hits the button for Siri, who speaks right up.
How can I help you today Lexi?
Did Callie get this bracelet from the store?
Siri thinks for a moment then responds.
Did you say, call Callie?
No! I said did Callie get this bracelet from the store?
Siri thinks for another moment then responds again.
Here are some web results I found for stores in your area that sell bracelets.
Lexi rolls her eyes at the phone not answering her question, but scrolls through the results anyway while Callie squirms in the chair. Lexi doesn't find an answer so she turns her attention back to her friend.
Well Siri says you stole it!
Siri is out to get me!
Callie nods, but before the conversation can continue, Jessica walks into the basement and over to her sister.
You know I would ask what's going on down here, but this isn't even in the top 5 craziest things I've seen you two doing.
Jessica chuckles then pulls a small shiny object out of her pocket.
I think THIS is what you're looking for?
Jessica holds up the object and Lexi looks at it. realizing its her lucky bracelet! Lexi quickly snatches the bracelet and puts it back on her wrist. She's all smiles now as Jessica walks over to Callie and unties her from the chair. Callie jumps up, and takes her own bracelet back then runs up the stairs for the bathroom as Jessica turns her attention back to Lexi.
Where did you find this Jess?! I looked everywhere!
Clearly you didn't since it was just sitting on the kitchen table.
Oh yeah the kitchen! How'd I forget to look there?!
Jessica shakes her head and chuckles.
Can we PLEASE focus on your next match now? We need to come up with a game plan if you're gonna have a chance against Frank Mortlock.
Fine fine, what do ya suggest I do?
Well I noticed he likes to fight dirty, you're gonna have to watch out for that. I also noticed he's a very good striker so you'll have to keep some distance between yourself and him. Which works to your advantage anyway so you can fly around the ring.
Lexi nods in agreement.
So keep distance between us and try to avoid any situation where he could cheat. Sounds good. I think one thing working to my advantage is he might under-estimate me but honey, don't doubt me. I may be small and I may be a rookie but I can fight just as good as you! On Aftershock I'm looking for my first win and I plan to get it. On Aftershock Mr. Mortlock, I plan to teach ya that being small can be a good thing when I fly around the ring and maybe at the end, I'll drop you with a Thunder Stomp!
Lexi nods then continues talking.
Mr. Mortlock, I look forward to facing you on Aftershock. You're gonna be a very tough challenge but I look forward to it and now that I have my lucky bracelet back, maybe I'll have everything I need to beat you!
Lexi nods in excitement before her and Jessica go back upstairs as Callie comes out of the bathroom.
Callie, I'm sorry for accusing you of stealing my bracelet. I should've known the best friend any girl could ask for would never do that!
Lexi and Callie hug it out as Jessica nods in approval and this is the last thing we see as the scene fades out.
The power of equality
*****
The evening moon was a coy lady, occasionally peeking through the cloud cover. I only got out of bed half an hour ago – it was not a good day. I placed the handle of the rotary-dialler back on the hook and hoped to an unknown deity that no real emergencies were sent my way. No doubt my rookie called a dozen times, but I couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care.
Otis called me what felt like every five minutes to invite me along to some horrible tourist-trap. It was my first time in the Dominican Republic as well, but he didn’t see me scurry about like a wide-eyed kid who left his house for the first time. What he also didn’t see me do was annoy MY superior officer to bits with time-wasters on what was supposed to be a business trip. Rookies – you can’t live with ‘em and you can’t stitch their blabbering lips together... not legally, anyway.
The satin drapes that drifted in the breeze caught my attention. Back and forth they went, lacking any real direction – much like myself. I decided to close the window.
Leaning forward, I was distracted momentarily by a street vendor. It was the third day I had spent in this hell-hole of a hotel suite and the first time I noticed this man. Clearly my senses were losing their keenness in the absolute unfamiliarity of this foreign country.
That’s exactly when it hit me – my stomach balled into a fist. I remember eating a chicken dish that tasted like cat-sick on Wednesday, but that was it. How did I go almost two days without eating?
What is going wrong with me?
I shrugged off feelings of concern and bother, swapping them for my hat and coat. I flipped over my pillow and took the Colt Cobra .38, just in case. I heard a knock on my door and knew that my luck was about to change.
Albeit for the worse...
Yeah?
Sir, it’s me!
Why me?
I unlock the door and let that buffoon in.
Otis, to what do I owe this unsolicited visit?
I have a delivery for you that must’ve been delivered to my room by mistake.
It was only then that I picked up on the brown manila that he was fidgeting with. I yanked it from his feeble grip.
This hotel has an upside-down question mark in the name, rookie, I highly doubt that English is a strong suit. You may go, Constable.
Sheepishly, he kept standing in my doorway.
Yes?
Sir, I just thought I came by to check on you. It’s been more than a day and we haven’t touched base. I’ve... I’ve been worried.
“Touched base”? Constable Freeman, what do you think this is, Oprah and Gale? I am your boss, for crying out loud. You take orders from me and you fuck off the rest of the time. Do I LOOK like I need you to worry about me?
If Otis didn’t annoy me to my very core, I could’ve felt sympathy towards him.
[size=-2]No, sir.[/size]
The boy had the brains to not give me an honest answer. He must’ve wanted that promotion badly and he knew it was up to old Detective Mortlock to give him a recommendation.
I didn’t quite catch that?
No, sir, of course not.
I shut the door in his face. There’s only so much a man can take, after all. I stood there, using the light from the hallway that crept in underneath the door, until I could see the shadow of his footsteps move away from the door.
Breakfast had to wait.
The A3-envelope belied its contents and if Otis had half a brain, he would’ve known it. Lately I’ve been getting uncategorised deliveries, labelled only as “For Detective Mortlock”. It contained detailed information about each of my opponents in WZCW. It didn’t self-destruct or anything, but it was pretty handy – being a senior detective with a handful of nameless, faceless peons at your disposal had its perks.
The last time I opened one of these, the company gave me some old geezer to fight. Surprisingly, he handily kicked my ass. What was to be my punishment for that performance and what are they giving me next – an even older man? An inanimate object? A girl?
Lo and behold! I gave the document a cursory glance, followed by a cringe.
Lexi Hayes from... Centerville, Texas? I was shocked to learn that Centerville actually exists. I saw all the pop culture references, all the bucolic nostalgia and I felt the nausea rise within me. From under which haystack did this one crawl out of?
*****
The next day finally came and with it, the promise of a fight. I felt more my old self than the day before – there’s nothing on this earth that a few painkillers and six cups of coffee won’t fix. I hoped that it would get me through the evening.
It was almost showtime and I was backstage, sipping on number seven, when the most unremarkable man in the world approached me – I think he said his name was Bob. I couldn’t pay this replaceable cog much attention until he told me that Johnny Klamor wasn’t going to conduct my interview.
Let me get this straight, Mister Whatever-your-name-is...
Bob, Detective. Some people call me “Backstage Bob”-
I don’t care about you or your life story, Joe, just send in the next best guy so we can get this over with! Unlike you, people I draw fans to this arena, so I have to prepare for my job. Now beat it, before my wedding ring scars you from the beating I give you!
He scurried away, tending to his menial duties.
I wasn’t exactly saddened, because Johnny could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be, but I was comfortable speaking to him. He spoke his mind and didn’t suffer fools – something we have in common. I doubted whether the next guy would be a man like that.
The WZCW-reporter that stepped into my sight was not a man like Klamor. Indeed, the reporter was not a man at all. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the next couple of minutes.
Miss Serra... I would call it a pleasure, but I am an honest man.
I received the most sarcastic semblance of a smile.
Detective, since our last encounter I have come to value your time ...away from me. Let’s be professional about this.
Of course, Becky... However, it wouldn’t hurt to spice things up a bit. How about instead of you asking me about the match and I tell you how hard I’ve been training and name my finisher, I’ll expose to the viewers our gender discrimination here at WZCW.
Excuse me?
Oh, certainly, Miss Serra, but it’s not your fault.
Becky, I am going to tell you something that you don’t want to hear, but it’s the truth. It’s not the horrible truth, either. It’s the elegant and wonderful truth.
Male fighters in WZCW are at a disadvantage.
Yeah, I said it. The target audience of professional wrestling is dominated by ignorant males who will do anything for the promise of a firm bosom and slender waist.
What nonsense is this?
Now, before you give me your speech, do your job as an interviewer and report what I have to say and what I have to say is this: Merchandise sales constitute a large part of our salaries as wrestlers and I’m willing to bet right now that there is not ONE adolescent male WZCW-fan without a Lexi Hayes poster on his bedroom wall or even on the back of his bathroom door. That broad is making money off of our viewers and they’re too moronic to put a stop to it.
That’s insane, Frank! People don’t like YOU, because-
I held up a finger, showing her that I wasn’t nearly finished.
Do I see a line of cheap, plastic, “limited edition” Frank Mortlock-nightsticks or WZCW-issued fake handcuffs? Of course not and neither will I allow it! As a well-paid officer in Gloom Springs PD, I do not need to have my noble profession cheapened in this way, but think of the others! Every male member on the roster should be thanking me for representing them, as I intend to reduce Miss Hayes’s unfair economic advantage... by rearranging her delicate facial features permanently.
At this point, Becky walked away. Good, now I can have my say in peace.
Perhaps some fans will call me a sexist, but that is not what I am. What I indeed am, is a fine gentleman. I am a gentleman, because I do NOT give preferential treatment to women – I treat them equally. It is the year 2014 and it is the age of equality. The time has finally come for me to beat some sense into Miss Hayes, because she can take it.
To be frank, experience will always triumph over heart and I am going to give that sweet little girl two bruised eyes and THAT is the chivalric thing to do!
*****
The evening moon was a coy lady, occasionally peeking through the cloud cover. I only got out of bed half an hour ago – it was not a good day. I placed the handle of the rotary-dialler back on the hook and hoped to an unknown deity that no real emergencies were sent my way. No doubt my rookie called a dozen times, but I couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care.
Otis called me what felt like every five minutes to invite me along to some horrible tourist-trap. It was my first time in the Dominican Republic as well, but he didn’t see me scurry about like a wide-eyed kid who left his house for the first time. What he also didn’t see me do was annoy MY superior officer to bits with time-wasters on what was supposed to be a business trip. Rookies – you can’t live with ‘em and you can’t stitch their blabbering lips together... not legally, anyway.
The satin drapes that drifted in the breeze caught my attention. Back and forth they went, lacking any real direction – much like myself. I decided to close the window.
Leaning forward, I was distracted momentarily by a street vendor. It was the third day I had spent in this hell-hole of a hotel suite and the first time I noticed this man. Clearly my senses were losing their keenness in the absolute unfamiliarity of this foreign country.
That’s exactly when it hit me – my stomach balled into a fist. I remember eating a chicken dish that tasted like cat-sick on Wednesday, but that was it. How did I go almost two days without eating?
What is going wrong with me?
I shrugged off feelings of concern and bother, swapping them for my hat and coat. I flipped over my pillow and took the Colt Cobra .38, just in case. I heard a knock on my door and knew that my luck was about to change.
Albeit for the worse...
Yeah?
Sir, it’s me!
Why me?
I unlock the door and let that buffoon in.
Otis, to what do I owe this unsolicited visit?
I have a delivery for you that must’ve been delivered to my room by mistake.
It was only then that I picked up on the brown manila that he was fidgeting with. I yanked it from his feeble grip.
This hotel has an upside-down question mark in the name, rookie, I highly doubt that English is a strong suit. You may go, Constable.
Sheepishly, he kept standing in my doorway.
Yes?
Sir, I just thought I came by to check on you. It’s been more than a day and we haven’t touched base. I’ve... I’ve been worried.
“Touched base”? Constable Freeman, what do you think this is, Oprah and Gale? I am your boss, for crying out loud. You take orders from me and you fuck off the rest of the time. Do I LOOK like I need you to worry about me?
If Otis didn’t annoy me to my very core, I could’ve felt sympathy towards him.
[size=-2]No, sir.[/size]
The boy had the brains to not give me an honest answer. He must’ve wanted that promotion badly and he knew it was up to old Detective Mortlock to give him a recommendation.
I didn’t quite catch that?
No, sir, of course not.
I shut the door in his face. There’s only so much a man can take, after all. I stood there, using the light from the hallway that crept in underneath the door, until I could see the shadow of his footsteps move away from the door.
Breakfast had to wait.
The A3-envelope belied its contents and if Otis had half a brain, he would’ve known it. Lately I’ve been getting uncategorised deliveries, labelled only as “For Detective Mortlock”. It contained detailed information about each of my opponents in WZCW. It didn’t self-destruct or anything, but it was pretty handy – being a senior detective with a handful of nameless, faceless peons at your disposal had its perks.
The last time I opened one of these, the company gave me some old geezer to fight. Surprisingly, he handily kicked my ass. What was to be my punishment for that performance and what are they giving me next – an even older man? An inanimate object? A girl?
Lo and behold! I gave the document a cursory glance, followed by a cringe.
Lexi Hayes from... Centerville, Texas? I was shocked to learn that Centerville actually exists. I saw all the pop culture references, all the bucolic nostalgia and I felt the nausea rise within me. From under which haystack did this one crawl out of?
*****
The next day finally came and with it, the promise of a fight. I felt more my old self than the day before – there’s nothing on this earth that a few painkillers and six cups of coffee won’t fix. I hoped that it would get me through the evening.
It was almost showtime and I was backstage, sipping on number seven, when the most unremarkable man in the world approached me – I think he said his name was Bob. I couldn’t pay this replaceable cog much attention until he told me that Johnny Klamor wasn’t going to conduct my interview.
Let me get this straight, Mister Whatever-your-name-is...
Bob, Detective. Some people call me “Backstage Bob”-
I don’t care about you or your life story, Joe, just send in the next best guy so we can get this over with! Unlike you, people I draw fans to this arena, so I have to prepare for my job. Now beat it, before my wedding ring scars you from the beating I give you!
He scurried away, tending to his menial duties.
I wasn’t exactly saddened, because Johnny could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be, but I was comfortable speaking to him. He spoke his mind and didn’t suffer fools – something we have in common. I doubted whether the next guy would be a man like that.
The WZCW-reporter that stepped into my sight was not a man like Klamor. Indeed, the reporter was not a man at all. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the next couple of minutes.
Miss Serra... I would call it a pleasure, but I am an honest man.
I received the most sarcastic semblance of a smile.
Detective, since our last encounter I have come to value your time ...away from me. Let’s be professional about this.
Of course, Becky... However, it wouldn’t hurt to spice things up a bit. How about instead of you asking me about the match and I tell you how hard I’ve been training and name my finisher, I’ll expose to the viewers our gender discrimination here at WZCW.
Excuse me?
Oh, certainly, Miss Serra, but it’s not your fault.
Becky, I am going to tell you something that you don’t want to hear, but it’s the truth. It’s not the horrible truth, either. It’s the elegant and wonderful truth.
Male fighters in WZCW are at a disadvantage.
Yeah, I said it. The target audience of professional wrestling is dominated by ignorant males who will do anything for the promise of a firm bosom and slender waist.
What nonsense is this?
Now, before you give me your speech, do your job as an interviewer and report what I have to say and what I have to say is this: Merchandise sales constitute a large part of our salaries as wrestlers and I’m willing to bet right now that there is not ONE adolescent male WZCW-fan without a Lexi Hayes poster on his bedroom wall or even on the back of his bathroom door. That broad is making money off of our viewers and they’re too moronic to put a stop to it.
That’s insane, Frank! People don’t like YOU, because-
I held up a finger, showing her that I wasn’t nearly finished.
Do I see a line of cheap, plastic, “limited edition” Frank Mortlock-nightsticks or WZCW-issued fake handcuffs? Of course not and neither will I allow it! As a well-paid officer in Gloom Springs PD, I do not need to have my noble profession cheapened in this way, but think of the others! Every male member on the roster should be thanking me for representing them, as I intend to reduce Miss Hayes’s unfair economic advantage... by rearranging her delicate facial features permanently.
At this point, Becky walked away. Good, now I can have my say in peace.
Perhaps some fans will call me a sexist, but that is not what I am. What I indeed am, is a fine gentleman. I am a gentleman, because I do NOT give preferential treatment to women – I treat them equally. It is the year 2014 and it is the age of equality. The time has finally come for me to beat some sense into Miss Hayes, because she can take it.
To be frank, experience will always triumph over heart and I am going to give that sweet little girl two bruised eyes and THAT is the chivalric thing to do!
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