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(cheered; very rarely plays dirty but isn't lame either; many likable qualities)


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07-05-2019, 12:08 PM

OOC: Hey all, I'm using this opportunity to steal an idea from UGWC and cut a couple Lux related promo's but from people in her orbit rather than Lux or Corey themselves. This one is pretty story line focused.

Interior. One of the Hilton Chain of hotels, that bastion of opulence that somehow manages to also seem cookie cutter. Within, it's clear that it's not just business as usual. Perhaps it's the miasma of stifling old money influence in the air. Perhaps it's the chuckling and sociable throngs of some of the richest and most powerful people in the world discussing the mechanisms of transnational business partnerships like most people talk about reality TV.

Or maybe it's the sign outside the conference room advertising a workshop on “Third World Sweatshop Labor: Sacrifices to Mammon and Better Profit Margins, Killing Two Birds with One Stone!”

Madison Dyson passes by the sign with an approving smile. Beside her, Razors keeps the pace but looks sullen. Madison notices this and hisses an aside to him. Would you stop looking like that! You're here hobnobbing with some of the wealthiest and most evil people in the world. I figured that would give you a throbbing hard on.

Razors casts an annoyed glance back at her. This prosthetic is clunky and ill fitting and ugly. He raises the replacement hand he's now stuck with ever since Lux relieved him of the original. I am INCOMPLETE, Madison!

Oh Jesus.... Madison commits to an epic eye roll. Bitch, bitch, bitch! Do you know how hard it is to get a high quality replacement like that from a specialist who won't ask too many questions when you request a hidden blade in the wrist?

It's still ugly....

Whatever. Try not to harsh the room while I'm giving my presentation. Madison continues down the hall, making her way deeper into the convention. Ah yes, the convention. A bit of history may be in order.

Surely everyone has heard the urban legends about secret societies such as the Bilderbergs, the Free Masons, the Illuminati, etc....etc.... The subject of constant hyperbolic Youtube videos about sinister forces bringing about the subjugation of man and eventual End of Days, the final triumph of Satan, and the ushering in of a eternal age of nothingness far removed from the benevolent embrace of the Creator. You know, all that stuff.

Well, it's all basically true. I mean, substitute Satan for Aiwass and you get the picture. But as is par for the course with human nature, reality is far more banal than the creative fictions we weave for ourselves. Hence, this yearly conference in which the world's most privileged and power hungry movers and shakers get together to discuss how best to move the Doomsday clock one step closer to midnight because why settle for choking homeless teenage prostitutes to death when you can simultaneously fuck the entire planet. In the end, it's all just “getting off”, but on a much grander scale.

Madison smiles and offers up clipped pleasantries to the well heeled psychopaths she encounters along the way before settling on the site of her talk: “The Lux Problem: A Brainstorming Session”. Madison gives a little “ah” when she sees the sign and enters the room, pleased to find it's at maximum capacity. Thankfully people saw the threat for what it was. Madison goes to her podium as Razors, still pouting like an overgrown child told he had to finish ALL his dinner before he could return to the basement human dismemberment session that had been so rudely interrupted, takes a seat in the front row. Madison grips the sides of the podium, taking up a hunched power stance like a bird of prey hulking over a terrified rodent as she offers a nod to the IT minion at the laptop to her left, signaling it was time to begin.

The screen from a Powerpoint presentation is beamed onto the wall at the fore of the room, and Madison waits for the chatter to die down before beginning.

Hello, and welcome to “The Lux Problem: A Brainstorming Session”! I'm so, so glad to see....

A hand goes up in the middle of the audience.

We're not at questions yet Kellyanne! Madison barks.

A shuddering corpse of a woman stands up. It's Trump White House staffer and lich queen Kellyanne Conway. Oh I'm sorry Madison, this isn't “Drinking the Blood of the Innocent to Retain Youthful Health and Vigor?”

Well, for starters, pretty sure you're past that point. But no, no it is not. That's down the hall.

Kellyanne chuckles sheepishly, but it just sounds like a deathly throat rattle. She awkwardly starts making her way to the aisle, limbs creaking and scattering dead flecks of skin everywhere as she passes by the other attendees, who all recoil in disgust from her. Madison gives her a solid stink eye as she leaves the room.

Ahem! As I was saying, WELCOME! Let's jump right in. The slide behind her changes to reveal an image of Lux. As I'm sure most of you are aware, Lux has become a HUGE problem for us in the last 6 months. To date, she has killed 27 of our friends, associates, minions, or contract killers. The audience mutters with concern and dismay, casting nervous glances at each other. I know, right? Not good! And worse yet, she's using her status as a professional athlete in the XWF to gain worldwide recognition and support as she does so, while also providing herself with a base of powerful allies to draw from. The screen then shows pictures of The Engineer and the Blackwaters. And what's more? She's winning people over and threatening to expose us to the light of day! The plebes fucking love her, despite her questionable gender which usually doesn't poll well with your average everyday idiot.

Another screen pops up with bullet pointed items.

And why do they like her? I've compiled a list of the problem areas we have to deal with.

She's inspiring!


Ugh...BARF! But it's true! This bitch came into the XWF from nothing and she's wracking up wins like Donny racks up aborted oopsie babies (still love ya babe)! And she came in riding the body of a strung out junkie teenager that she's given a new lease on life to! It all sounds like some nauseating after school special, but it's true and people lap that shit up! It's kind of hard to grind all of mankind beneath the boot heel of capitalist oppression, driving them into a sense of spiritual ennui that makes them want to give up on life with somebody like Lux serving as a beacon of positivity and change.

The crowd again mutters in response, this time with more anger registering in their tones. Madison nods at the IT guy, prompting him to continue. Another bullet point appears on screen.

Corey is pretty.


Audience GROANS.

Yep, I hear you! But people LOVE pretty things. And at one point this probably would have leaned against Lux with at least half the population, but now that androgyny is in and shit like K-pop is working the pop culture world over like Brett Kavanaugh on a sorority chick after a few too many daiquiris, this just seems to make her even MORE beloved! Hell, even I could see myself running my hand through those curls as she whispers sweet undie wettening nothings into my ear.... Madison suddenly stops, looking out awkwardly at the crowd. Anyway....

Another slide pops up.

Nobody has been able to stop her!


THE MOST INFURIATING ONE YET! UGH! I mean beyond the fact that my own people haven't been able to kill her.... She glowers at Razors and he returns the affection with a middle finger. …..she keeps winning in the XWF and thus, her stock keeps rising! I know what you're thinking....SHE'S FACING CCP NEXT SATURDAY! But...come on! Madison proffers up a throaty scoff. The guy has already said the TV Title is beneath him and handed that shot off to his butt buddy Tristan Slater. And now we're expected to believe he's suddenly reversed course and wants a legit match with Lux?! I mean, I hate her and all but she's not . This is heel tactics 101 and as a fellow heel, I for one am INSULTED by how badly he's telegraphed this shit. And this guy and his domestic partner Tristan are supposed to represent a threat to her? Holy FUCK....Lux is gonna win AGAIN! And she's gonna get MORE popular and she's gonna end up an even bigger pain in our asses!

SO, that being said....!
Madison indicates for the Power Point to be turned off. What do we do about it?

A hand goes up in the back and a mousy looking guy with a 20 year old model sitting in his lap tentatively calls out, We can kill her, right?

Madison rubs the bridge of her nose in irritation. Jesus Bob, were you not paying attention before? I ALREADY TRIED THAT! That snotty alien friend of hers got in the way.

An obese woman with several pearl necklaces peeking out from beneath her multiple chins speaks up. Well how about we send some better assassins?

Madison rolls her eyes again. Oh sure honey, because I don't already employ the best of the best! You got better on speed dial or something?

Well clearly our definitions of “best of the best” differ quite substantially.

Razors suddenly wheels around on her with the quickness of a viper, and a long wicked looking blade plunges out from the wrist of his prosthetic hand, imbedding itself in the fat woman's waddle neck. She only has the chance to muster up a surprised “eep” before she's dead. Nobody bats an eye at the gruesome murder that was just committed. Razors withdraws the blade from her throat and she slumps over into the aisle like a beached whale. He simply turns back around and returns to his seat like nothing happened.

I think we can all agree nobody liked her anyway, right?

Everyone nods their genuine assent.

Good. Now does anybody have a DECENT idea?

Another hand shoots up in the back. Madison points. Yeah, you there? Whaddya got?

This person steps to the fore, and once Madison gets a good look at him her lips part and her eyes widen with surprise. Shit! RAZORS!

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The young man steps into the light, radiating self assurance and a frosty edge of anger. Razors leaps up out of his seat, but the young man calls out authoritatively.

WAIT! He looks at Madison defiantly. I want Lux dead just as bad as you. She took something from me that I want back. His tone is even but vengeful. Razors looks to Madison, and she holds up a hand to stay him.

I remember you, you're Joachim Bright's boyfriend. What the fuck are you doing here and what do you have against Lux?

Jo's....not with me anymore. Lux got in the way.... Taye speaks the painful words aloud, balling his fists up tight at his sides. And I know you don't actually give a damn about ANY of that, but I've got something you DO give a damn about. I know how you can hit back at her. HARD.

Madison considers the young man, as the rest of the audience looks on in interest. Hmmmm....alright kid. You got my attention. Meet me at the bar in 30. She then turns her attention to the rest of the crowd. As for the rest of you the seminar on “Using Gas Pump Television to Brainwash the Working Class” starts here in 15 minutes. And uhhh....somebody page housekeeping to take care of that mess. She gestures at the dead fat woman, bleeding out all over the carpeting. She motions for Razors to follow her out the door as she spares one last parting glance at Taye.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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