Post by lexxirulez on Feb 24, 2017 16:33:08 GMT -6
Alexandra Darlington was happy.
The last few months had been unusually good, even for her own life. In the fall, her father's personal friend had been elected President and left the permed blonde bitch who had spurned Alexander's advances sucking on lemons. New Years' had been spent on board a yacht, somewhere in the South Pacific, partying it up and getting uproariously drunk, and Midnight itself had been spent sprawled over a bed in a luxury cabin, making the weekend three for three in terms of her preferred activities. Then, having graduated in the summer and not being encumbered with the burden of college education, she had found herself with plenty of spare time on her hands to do whatever she wanted – which mostly involved frequenting various clubs every night and being seen with a revolving array of young, attractive male celebrities at various trendy spots during the day.
Even still, there was something Lexxi missed, something she had not done in a long time and felt an increasing urge to engage in once again – breaking losers' spirits on video before crushing their bodies in the ring. It was that compulsion which now found her firing up the filming app on her iMac, before sitting cross-legged on her bed. She took a moment to compose herself before pressing 'Play' on the device, then immediately leaned back and gave the camera her best glare.
'I told you. I told you I'd totally humiliate that flower girl LOSER! None of you HATERS believed me, but I did! I told you! And what do you know?'
Lexxi smirked, opening her arms wide.
'The flower girl was humiliated.'
Lexxi felt her smirk intensify as she continued.
'And now I get to face this new guy, this LOSER, David Whatsisface. And of course, everybody's freaking the fuck out.'
The heiress put on a mocking, high-pitched voice.
'OMG, Lexxi, you totes can't hang with him, he's, like, a guy and stuff! And you're like a girl! OMG, girlfriend, you're like, SO totally dead!'
The brunette scorched the camera with a furious glare.
'Newsflash, LOSERS! I've faced guys before – and I beat them. Just 'cause Derek's bigger than me or whatever, doesn't make him better than me. Nobody's better than me. I'm like, a perfect ten. Daddy says so. So yeah. Suck it, HATERS!'
Lexxi leans further forward.
'And to you, Donnie...there's still time, honeybunch. You can still like, turn back and go home to Mommy's basement and fap to women's wrestling matches. Or dudes, whatever.'
Lexxi waved her hand in a dismissive gesture before continuing:
'Point is, sweetheart, if you walk in that ring on Friday, you're gonna get dumped on your ass in front of everybody. You're gonna look like a total loser.'
Lexxi started, as if a sudden realisation had dawned on her.
'Oh, wait...you already are a loser!'
The heiress allowed herself a mean little giggle at her opponent's expense before continuing:
'So here's the low-down, darlin'...if you don't show up, and you let me win, I'll totally let you be seen with me one time. Heck, you're kind'a hot...maybe I'll let you take me out or whatever. But if you show up to the arena...'
Lexxi felt her mean smirk returning.
'...if you show up to the arena, the perfect ten with the perfect tan is gonna kick your ass harder than Uncle Donald kicked that blonde bitch's. I'm gonna go full Beyonce – I'm gonna slay. And then you can tell everybody at school how you got beat by a girl.'
The smirk widened.
'Darren...you're kind'a cute'n'all...but honey, you can't sit with me. And on Friday, I'm gonna make sure you can't sit at all.'
Lexxi made her next smile as condescending as she could, as she concluded:
Consider this a warnin', honeybun.'
With that, and a final smirk, the heiress leaned forward to switch off her camera, already feeling considerably better than she had a scant few moments ago.
Nothing like showing up losers to brighten up a girl's day.
The last few months had been unusually good, even for her own life. In the fall, her father's personal friend had been elected President and left the permed blonde bitch who had spurned Alexander's advances sucking on lemons. New Years' had been spent on board a yacht, somewhere in the South Pacific, partying it up and getting uproariously drunk, and Midnight itself had been spent sprawled over a bed in a luxury cabin, making the weekend three for three in terms of her preferred activities. Then, having graduated in the summer and not being encumbered with the burden of college education, she had found herself with plenty of spare time on her hands to do whatever she wanted – which mostly involved frequenting various clubs every night and being seen with a revolving array of young, attractive male celebrities at various trendy spots during the day.
Even still, there was something Lexxi missed, something she had not done in a long time and felt an increasing urge to engage in once again – breaking losers' spirits on video before crushing their bodies in the ring. It was that compulsion which now found her firing up the filming app on her iMac, before sitting cross-legged on her bed. She took a moment to compose herself before pressing 'Play' on the device, then immediately leaned back and gave the camera her best glare.
'I told you. I told you I'd totally humiliate that flower girl LOSER! None of you HATERS believed me, but I did! I told you! And what do you know?'
Lexxi smirked, opening her arms wide.
'The flower girl was humiliated.'
Lexxi felt her smirk intensify as she continued.
'And now I get to face this new guy, this LOSER, David Whatsisface. And of course, everybody's freaking the fuck out.'
The heiress put on a mocking, high-pitched voice.
'OMG, Lexxi, you totes can't hang with him, he's, like, a guy and stuff! And you're like a girl! OMG, girlfriend, you're like, SO totally dead!'
The brunette scorched the camera with a furious glare.
'Newsflash, LOSERS! I've faced guys before – and I beat them. Just 'cause Derek's bigger than me or whatever, doesn't make him better than me. Nobody's better than me. I'm like, a perfect ten. Daddy says so. So yeah. Suck it, HATERS!'
Lexxi leans further forward.
'And to you, Donnie...there's still time, honeybunch. You can still like, turn back and go home to Mommy's basement and fap to women's wrestling matches. Or dudes, whatever.'
Lexxi waved her hand in a dismissive gesture before continuing:
'Point is, sweetheart, if you walk in that ring on Friday, you're gonna get dumped on your ass in front of everybody. You're gonna look like a total loser.'
Lexxi started, as if a sudden realisation had dawned on her.
'Oh, wait...you already are a loser!'
The heiress allowed herself a mean little giggle at her opponent's expense before continuing:
'So here's the low-down, darlin'...if you don't show up, and you let me win, I'll totally let you be seen with me one time. Heck, you're kind'a hot...maybe I'll let you take me out or whatever. But if you show up to the arena...'
Lexxi felt her mean smirk returning.
'...if you show up to the arena, the perfect ten with the perfect tan is gonna kick your ass harder than Uncle Donald kicked that blonde bitch's. I'm gonna go full Beyonce – I'm gonna slay. And then you can tell everybody at school how you got beat by a girl.'
The smirk widened.
'Darren...you're kind'a cute'n'all...but honey, you can't sit with me. And on Friday, I'm gonna make sure you can't sit at all.'
Lexxi made her next smile as condescending as she could, as she concluded:
Consider this a warnin', honeybun.'
With that, and a final smirk, the heiress leaned forward to switch off her camera, already feeling considerably better than she had a scant few moments ago.
Nothing like showing up losers to brighten up a girl's day.