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Dixieland Pt. 5: Standings; 24/7 Feed 02/23
Topic Started: Feb 20 2016, 02:42 AM (47 Views)
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The fireworks and music went off. The cameras panning the audience in massive sweeping motions. Smith and Brunny can be heard before a two shot framed them side by side for the audience at home.

A PRW Official Watermark materialized in the bottom right corner, along with "Orono, ME" then it slow faded out.

Smith: Welcome to Monday Night Rage!

Brunswick: Glad you can all join us here tonight with this capacity crowd here in Orono's Memorial Gym; we will be starting the show tonight with exclusive footage from a hospital bed in Bangor, where Dixie Lanford addressed her aggressive actions towards Ata Tatupu on Road To Blackout.


The lights in the Memorial Gym dimmed, as if on queue, Smith shushing Brunny as the tron screens glowed to life.

The scene revealed was Dixie Lanford, in a hospital bed as promised, Mercy O., Moira Beaumont, and Stacy Cornbread and a cluster of camera men packed into the room around her, trying their best (and failing) not to obstruct nurses. Dixie was covered in welts, bruises and bandages, looking a touch sedated, she was making light conversation that the fly on the wall camera caught.

Dixie:...some a ya all look familiar. Like ah'm pretty sure ah' clobbered this man here the other night.

No answers followed that, Stacy taking point, bringing the mic to her lips first as she gestured for the fly on the wall camera to push in. Profile in line with the camera, Dixie centered in the view like an Ebay product, Cornbread started in first.

Stacy: This is Stacy Cornbread with PRW and the PRW Universe, we have exclusive first rights to questions with the woman before me, Paola Altieri, aka, Dixie Lanford. Dixie Lanford recently attacked Ata Tatupu several nights back...Dixie, there is a big question mark over this whole thing, and sidled next to that mark is a simple enough question. Why?

Stacy leveled the mic towards Lanford, who, weakly sniggered to herself, lazy, black eyes focusing on the piece of audio equipment.

Dixie: Paid to do so. Plain n' simple, that; this was nothing personal.

Sucking her teeth, Cornbread nodded and pressed on, bringing the mic back to her lips.

Stacy: Fair enough, but that doesn't explain the taunting, the egging Ata Tatupu on to attack you further. Some are wondering if your real intent was to put Ata into a compromising situation. Care to comment on that theory?

And Stacy aimed the mic back at Lanford. Lanford licked her broken lips, her chipped front tooth showing briefly.

Dixie: Well, it's a theory, but that's it; would ya at all mind if ah' cleared the air on mah-self?

Cornbread shrugged, and nodded, Dixie leaned forward off her hospital pillow.

Dixie: Ah'm not here for much, folks. When ah' came to PRW in the first place, it was to have matches, be at events, make money. Effectively, get booked. Ah've been gettin' bookins' and gettin' green in mah' pockets, n' with that also comes doing stuff that's none too popular...none to kind.

Dixie let that hang, took a deep breath, and continued.

Dixie: Ah' can say that every time ah've stepped into that arena, ah made money, gotta reaction, left back up that ramp. That's what ah' did, that's what ah' do now...'cept now ah' realized that the industry itself doesn't jus' want that. It wants villains, it wants monsters, it wants Outcasts with dark followins', "Majestic Kings" who are nothin' more than predatory scoundrels. It also begged for somethin' though; mechanics. People who won't turn down a buck, or a bag a skittles to fix problems...or make them...

Dixie grabbed a Family Sized bag from her bed's night stand and waved them at the camera.

Dixie: Thanks for the idea, Aries, people are more than willin' to sweeten the deal in negotiations with me now.

She grabbed a couple of skittles and popped them into her mouth, winced a little, then swallowed them with a bit of labor and a grimace.

Dixie: Thing is, ah've no vendettas, 'specially 'gainst Ata, by the same token, ah' had to leave my callin' card at the hit. For Your Entertainment Obviously, Ata.

"For Your Entertainment Obviously" Dixie stared directly into the camera when she said those words, emphasizing them, then turned her attention back to Stacy.

Dixie: There's no grand title scheme for me. Ah' ain't out after our reclusive champion, n' ah'm...friendly with the current X-Division Champion, n' ah'll leave that as that. Ah' have no affiliations with The Sinful Soldiers, Urashima Strong, UNITE, Wildhearts, WCW, or anythin' else.

Worked up a little, Dixie heaved a cough and quickly snatched a paper cup full of water. She was fading fast.

Dixie: Ah' have nothin' but the next hit. No one backin' me up or supporting me. No tethers. Jus' cut free by the Witch, n' sent with a blessin'...or a curse. As for Ata, yeah, ah' egged her on, made her reach into that honest side a hers that she don't like showin' people. But ah liked seein' it. What she is beneath self restraint n' manners. Not a Scorned Samoan, or a "Top Dog" but a woman, as she lives n' breaths, a woman full of intense, irreconcilable anger.

Dixie once more looked directly at the camera.

Dixie: He loves, ya know? Jus' as irreconcilable as ya anger, so's his love fer ya...he's a good man...

Turning back to Cornbread, Dixie's seriousness dropped, a night and day transformation.

Dixie: The juice was worth the squeeze, ah' know a lil' more, fear a lil' less, n' walk a chip lighter; when ah'm back on my feet, ah'll be goin' into Blackout 'gainst n' opponent known to me, but unknown to the crowd, n' that night, ah'll fulfill 'nother contract.

Stacy drew the mic back to her lips.

Stacy: Whose?

And she leveled it back.

Dixie: Blackout deserves its surprises, Stacy. One at my expense, n' one at his...now, ah'm gonna answer some quick questions for BLEACHER REPORT n' Takin' Bumps, then pass-out if ya don't mind?

Not entirely satisfied, Cornbread turned towards the camera that centered on her. Chatter filled the air behind her. Her face was sour.

Stacy: Dixie Lanford, PRW Universe, a self imposed exile, and hitwoman to the highest bidder...

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Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...

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