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Post by Admin on Aug 24, 2019 21:20:12 GMT -6
 Wendy "Zombie" Stevens vs Agustin GatesRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, September 8, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2019 11:23:29 GMT -6
Dressed in an expensive suit, The Majestic One was found in his large and luxurious library holding a book in his hands. The Bronx native was standing near a very tall oak wood bookshelf, his back facing the approaching camera. Turning the pages very casually, Gates seemed to be very immersed in the piece of literature in his grasp. Narrowing his eyes, something on the page had caught his attention. Clearing his throat, the eyes of Agustin could be seen going over the passage several times. Agustin: Thomas J. Stanley says, ‘Before you can become a millionaire, you must learn to think like one. You must learn how to motivate yourself to counter fear with courage.’ Interesting.Before flipping the page, Agustin’s eyes widened catching sight of the camera on his left side. He closed the book with a little smirk on his face, acknowledging the many viewers with a nod of his head. Placing the book where he pulled it from, Gates went over to a seat nearby. Moistening his lips, Gates took his good old time to address the eager Mile High Wrestling fans. Having the attention of millions across the globe was the best feeling for Agustin. Especially in a place that was itching to see him compete for the very first time under their banner. Mile High Spectacular Two was right around the corner. The event of all events for the high octane company already had a stacked card that everyone couldn’t stop but talk about it. Agustin: Wendy "Zombie" Stevens.Gates closed his eyes as he shook his head towards the camera. For some time Gates had a certain idea on his mind. Each night he laid his head down on the fluffiest pillows in America, the idea kept him up at night. He didn’t feel Twitter, nor his other social media outlets were worthy of spreading the news of it. During the week, Mile High Wrestling’s owner Robert Mack had reached out to him wondering if he would address the fans on the upcoming episode of Mile High AMMO. For The Regal One, it sounded like the worst idea on the face of the planet. Gates was about the spotlight. The big events. The nights that had to be paid to be viewed. Agustin: You’re not worthy to step into the ring with me. AMMO is not the proper place for me to debut on Mile High Wrestling. A promotion that spent a heap load of money to have me compete under their banner. I am The King of Professional Wrestling. My debut, my premiere, my majestic entrance must be where everyone will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever……..ever forget. Zombie, you’re not ready to go mano a mano against me. I’d easily drop the number of maids in your little sisterhood of traveling pants. What makes you certain that you can beat me? You’re a twig in my presence. AMMO isn’t the show of all shows. Nor is the other one. The name of it slips my mind because of it’s lack of importance.The Majestic One shrugged his shoulders. He certainly didn’t care if he was disrespecting the producers of either show on MHW. Nor did he care if Zombie was being offended. Agustin’s career was Agustin’s number one priority. Nothing else and no one else mattered. Crossing his right leg over his left one, Gates sophistically folded his hands on his lap maintaining a strong but gentle gaze on the camera ahead. Agustin: With much consideration and negotiation, The King of Mile High Wrestling has decided to have an open challenge on their biggest show, Mile High Spectacular Two. Soak it all in.Gates smiled as he paused from speaking allowing the viewers to take in what he had just announced. Solomon Cain and Ricky Stanton were finally going to settle their ugly and frightening rivalry in the sold-out Pepsi Center. Though the type of match was still undisclosed to the public, the build to it certainly left the fans desperate for September fifteen to come sooner. Plenty of eyes in and out of the ring were glued on the highly promoted Mile High Cup Battle Royal Match. So many big names were announced to compete in it that no one had a clear idea of who would claim victory that night. Azurine Vebbins was viewed as the favorite to come out of the arena with the cup in hand. But it was still too close to call. The Shieldmaidens defending their tag team titles against Sports Entertainment Xpress, "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire defending the Hardcore Championship against "The War Queen" Leah and many other spectacular matches promised to send the fans home beyond elated. And Gates wanted in on that. He desperately wanted a historic match that would be remembered for ages to come. Gates despised being left out of the big events. His ego wouldn’t permit it. And with MHW Spectacular 2 only four weeks away, Gates certainly knew he needed to do something to get noticed and added to the stacked and electric card. Agustin: Robert and Ricky have an eye for true talent. That is why they reached out to me, requesting me to sign with them. The Shieldmaidens were losing their touch, already becoming like an old piece of gum. The Phoenix Championship wasn’t being promoted as it should be. It was being looked at as just a toy. Mile High Wrestling needed someone who knew how to increase views. This company needed someone who knew how to get the right sponsorship. Zombie, it’s not you this company trusts. It’s certainly not a housewife like Azuri. Solomon might have brutal strength and in-ring talent. But he doesn’t possess the characteristics, the face, the connections as I do. I. Am. The. Lifeforce. Of. Mile. High. Wrestling. And on September fifteen live on the SE Network, in the Pepsi Center, The King of Professional Wrestling will debut against any brave soul who dares to answer the call.Leaning forward in his seat, Agustin’s nice and calm demeanor quickly vanished as the camera gradually approached him. Agustin: Agustin Gates won’t dare waste his time against you, Zombie. You’re pathetic, a nuisance, and simply a curtain jerker. But don’t worry, I won’t leave you out in the cold alone. My oldest brother, The Jesus Freak Carlos Cruz, will make sure you remember to stay in your place. He will face you and leave you realizing that I was right. You’re not built for this business. You’re not built like I am. You, Wendy Stevens, are just a plain old maid. I’m hiring by the way.Getting back to his feet, The Majestic One waved farewell to the audience with a big smile on his face. The last thing everyone saw was a bright twinkle radiating from Agustin’s pearly white smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2019 22:36:04 GMT -6
We find Wendy Stevens and Lexa Pellegrini sitting on Wendy’s Harley outside an iron gate. Tall trees and shrubbery line the fence, blocking the view from the street. Wendy’s helmet hangs off the handlebars while Lexa is holding hers in her lap. The sky behind them is cloudy; enough to hide the hot New Orleans sun, but not dark enough to suggest an upcoming rainfall. The gate reveals what lies behind it, but only to those who understand it. Across both halves of the gate is a round blue and black shield, along with a chrome dragon on top of it. A car passes out of camera view but it honks at the two women and they nod in return.
“I am not traditionally a religious person, however, growing up my father would read the Bible to me, and tell me stories of famous biblical figures. While I was raised Irish Catholic, over the years I had strayed, lived my own life as I did. I consider myself a good person. I balance the violence I inflict as per my profession of a professional wrestler with goodwill and charity within both the Shieldmaidens and my community. I volunteer my time and use the fame I have earned to promote aid and awareness of prejudices and causes I believe in in the hopes others will offer assistance and said aid.
However, I have found myself lately weighed in the balance and found wanting. Though the scales have started to right themselves, I know there is more that must be done.
When I heard about my newest challenge, I thought about how I should approach it, how to overcome it without losing myself in the process. And for the first time in a long time, I found my answer in the very book I had abandoned years ago. Then I came to Church. Not your houses of God of varying denominations, but the one beyond these gates. Sadly, no outsiders are allowed inside, and I’d be loathed to allow you access to our sanctuary.”
Wendy points over at the gates before stepping off her bike. She peers through as her back turns to the camera, revealing her biker cut. She runs her hand over the bars before turning back to the camera.
“As I began to understand the challenger, I came to a crossroads. I could choose to chastise this misogyny and thrust my power upon him. I could smite until every fiber in me, hurt and growling, but in the end, it would serve no purpose. There would not be any change. Sheer power and will would get the job done, but if there's no lesson to learn other than power begats power, where is the balance? It becomes greed. My greed to prove superiority over someone who knows no better. Not very Christ-like. Not very Zombie-like either, not anymore.”
Wendy walks back to the bike and opens one of the side bags and pulls out a leather-bound bible of her own, and starts flipping through its pages.
“Upon reading the passages, I found a story. A character my father spoke about. And as I read those passages, the more I realized that what the man in the Bible was doing was very parallel to what my challenger himself was doing.
So I'd like to share with you the story of Saul.”
Wendy pats the bible and puts it back in her bag, and leans up against the bag. Lexa, meanwhile walks along the gate, checking out what can be seen from the gate. Wendy twists her neck to get a kink out of it as she smirks. It was an unconscious twitch she would do whenever she prepares to lay the law down.
“In the 11th century, Israel was a theocracy. The surrounding countries all had human kings and Israel set upon to find a king of their own, ultimately leading them to Saul. A huge honor indeed for Saul, for he would be the first king under God himself, the head of state in Israel at the time. In the beginning, Saul was loved and respected, gaining victories against all comers. He had started to win over his critics, until one day when his ego and power began to consume him. He rejected God and began to fall. The people turned against him. His failures mounted in abundance. Saul started becoming fearful, sending others to fight battles he knew he would lose. Saul would ultimately die by suicide instead of facing the truth about who he was becoming and who he was destined to become.
The reason this story resonated with me so strongly is that I find myself facing a man who is making the same decisions Saul had done. That man's name is Augustin Gates. A man who uses the passages in the very book verbatim. Whose archaic ideals of the place of women is an affront to society's changes over the last 100 years. And a man who, in the guise of deserving a larger throne, a larger kingdom, has told the world he will not face me. Instead, I had heard rumblings from a few sources that he was sending his older brother to slaughter. Mighty royal of you, Gates. Sad that you’ve begun to fall so quickly. Truthfully, before you’ve even really ascended, don’t you think?
I know why, though. The bane of humanity and only the intelligent ones know how to overcome it.
Fear, Gates.”
Wendy starts to pace, the smile on her face getting wider and more sarcastic. Like a panther stalking its prey from behind a cage, waiting for the door to open.
“That sensation filling you up at the moment, and every moment since you decided to crown yourself King of Professional Wrestling. It's fear, and it will leave your body in one of two ways, and sometimes even both. Either you will void your bowels, or you will start feeling a warm sensation down your leg as you void your bladder. Your decision to avoid me counts as much a mental victory as it is a physical one to me. I already beat you before you even came out of the blocks, Gates, and it’s simply become comical. You knew when the match was announced that you would lose, and famously. Your avoidance will catch up to you, and the longer you evade it, the more spectacular it will be. So while your cardio is still strong, run.”
Wendy points up the road and the camera turns to show a long four-lane road leading past the horizon. Wendy puts a hand over her eyes to see farther up, blocking the sun from her face before turning back to the camera, the sarcastic smirk turning into a full-blown smile.
“And don't stop, Gates, for you see karma comes in many ways. A freak accident, a sudden deep loss. Sometimes it even comes roaring in on Harley Davidsons. The question is no longer what's in your head. The question becomes how long can you run. How long can you evade the inevitable before the world around you crumbles and decays? How long can you evade your chosen path before the castle which houses your kingdom falls? You had a golden opportunity to silence your critics. To put credence to your words. Instead, all you prove is that your words are hollow. Your sermons hold no power here. Not beyond these gates, not with me, and certainly not with Mile High Wrestling.”
Wendy gets back on the bike and adjusts her cut before Lexa does the same.
“If you even bothered to do your research this company, Gates, you’d notice a few things that fly in the face of your precious ideals. You look at the championship history in Mile High, and EVERY title either has a woman holding it, or they have held it. In fact, the very title I hold, bet you didn’t even know I was a champ, huh? Every person who held it is a woman. We have women tag team champions, we have a woman hardcore champion. Want to enlighten me on our place again?
You call yourself King of the North. Last time I heard that moniker, it was bestowed upon Jon Snow, and much like him, you know nothing. You probably have no idea how easily you destroyed your own kingdom by bailing on me. You do realize the situation you’re in, right? I mean, think about it. I’ll use small words so you can follow. Let’s say, slim chance but it could happen, your brother beats me. You would gain nothing by the win. The second you try to say YOU beat me, you will be called out by everyone and your cowardice thrust into the spotlight. Sorry, small words, I forgot. You would be seen as the small, frail, scaredy cat. Congratulations. Now, how much worse will it be when I beat Cruz? The weak king who sent his more-talented sibling into battle, only to fall to me? Again, you’d look like the small, frail, scaredy cat. Congratulations, you’re in a no-win situation.
So here’s what I would suggest. Wipe a few times until the toilet paper is clean, flush, make sure you didn’t clog the bowl from being so full of shit, wash your hands thoroughly, use a bit of spray to freshen the air, and come out of the porta-throne and take a look around at the real world. A world where women aren’t only making gains, but we are empowered. We are striving and meeting and exceeding expectations that small-minded people like you have believed for way too long. It’s the women who run the show now, and you can either support us or be left behind because we don’t have time for the misogynistic bullshit anymore.”
Wendy picks up her helmet as Lexa puts hers on, and Wendy nods to the camera.
“One last question. Where’s your crown, King Nothing?”
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