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Post by Admin on May 16, 2018 13:36:35 GMT -6
***THE MAIN EVENT***
Mile High Wrestling Championship Qualifying Match
"Desert Rose" Anya
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"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, May 23, 2018 @ 2AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2018 11:14:48 GMT -6
The Cruel Reality: Nowhere Is Safe
18th May, 2018
9:00 AM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed hotel room " ... To whomever may watch this, be it Candi or anyone else on the roster, you may very well not care about half of what I'm about to say. That's fine. I just want to be heard. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less. I'll heed your promos when you get them up, Candi. So ... I at least expect that gesture to be returned." When the camera finishes focusing on Anya, it shows hints that she's been crying. From the way her face looks, it was only recently she calmed down enough to even work on this promo. "So ... the 'Desert Rose' part of my stage name? That's not just included to make my name sound pretty or anything."Anya moves her head from side to side firmly as she continues. "I am, as the name implies, from a desert area. Egypt, to be specific. So when the news about the recent bombings in the Gaza Strip area went around ... I was devastated. There have been quite a few days I've missed my home nation. Apparently, however, it seems my parents made the right call to move. Me and my elder brother arrived and started living here when we were six. Well, I was six, he was nine. Now, as of an hour or so ago, another mass school has occurred. While I never personally resided in Texas, I did live in other states over the past eighteen years. As relieved as I am to have avoided tragedies like this ... it truly is heartbreaking. In fact, when the Las Vegas shooting happened ... I almost went out near the same area that incident happened at." Anya grips onto her lower lip for a few seconds, her fists clenching tightly. "Has humanity become so corrupt? So tainted with less than pure intentions? Some days, like today, it does feel this way. Thankfully .. I know there are others - more akin to myself - who would gladly help out in any form or fashion possible." Anya tilts her head up, offering a brief moment of silence for the fallen students. When her gaze returns the lens, her eyes are narrowed. "You, however, have proven to be one of the crueler types of people in this world, Candi. My best saving grace is - hopefully - you'd never resort to actual murder. Nonetheless, you finally showed I had all the reasons in the world to be on edge of you. You're a selfish child who wants everything to be exactly the way they want it. Unfortunately, life just doesn't work that way. You, Ms. Hypocrite, should consider going to the very same place you name your finisher - a church to confess. Maybe it'll lift off some weight from your shoulders." Her eyes roll as Anya scoffs. "But you're not likely going to. You refuse to go to a gym despite being a wrestler. That's an easy way to better ourselves." Anya crosses her arms over her chest. "I may not have entered the ring as many times as you did. The fact is, however, I did step foot in. You - and all who watched - saw that despite how frail I may look, I can - and did - make an impact. I saw a lot of weaknesses from you. Rest assured, I will use my observations against you. I won't dare question that between us, you have more experience and even more physical power. But neither of those advantages are going to do you any good when you're panting and out of breath. And this time? No one will be able to offer you a break. We're going to partake in a one-on-one ... just the two of us." The Desert Rose pauses, allowing all of her words to sink in. "I'm sure by now you can begin to comprehend that, in actuality, you're at a huge disadvantage. Everything you lack, I have in spades. I can - and will - defeat you. Like I told you, I came to Mile High to try something I never otherwise would have considered. Now that I've learned we're fighting for a chance to earn the only title - for the moment it is, anyway - at Mile High, you bet my ambition has only gotten stronger. Dreams can, and do, come true. Things that seem impossible can become a reality. This can include even someone like me overcoming a stronger opponent like you." Anya takes yet another breath before nodding and speaking yet again. "The moral of today's tragedy? Simple. Nowhere is safe. That'll include the ring come Wednesday. And even the lack of security can - and will - apply not just to me, but you also, Candi. We will both put our pride and bodies on the line. I am ready to do whatever it takes - including exposing any cheating tactics you may attempt. This time, you will not get away. True champions don't need to resort to cheating in order to win a title. They earn it by using their skill, will power, strength, and other positive traits. Rest assured, the moment you try to poke my eyes or some other crap -- I'll counter you. And it'll be in a way you won't see coming. You only saw a small handful of my moves. I have a lot more that I can - and fully intend - to use." There's one last pause ... before Anya offers one last portion to her promo. "May Osiris and Anubis have mercy on you, Candi. Because I won't; not after that act of betrayal you performed against me. In time, I may be able to forgive you. Forgetting, however, will never happen. That's a promise." Her head lifts as she glances - likely to whomever is recording to her - and nods. Seconds later, the screen fades to black. (OOC: I want to say right here and now, this post wasn't meant to come off as a cop out. However, as a Texan and the shooting ... I just found a really unorthodox way of linking this to Candi and the events that happened between her and Anya. I just ... I needed to vent my frustrations a bit, so I did while also keeping to IC-related talks/topics.) |
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2018 15:44:06 GMT -6
Granted, it's been a day since she saw Anya's promo, all weepy and shit. She new nothing would be gained by rushing out and going on a tirade about the woman who most certainly had no problem blubbering on a worldwide television platform. But she woke up this morning and couldn't get it out of her head. It was then that she realized one important thing.
She's already the villain.
So, as her feed goes live, the view is a little awkward as she is apparently shopping. It seems that she's placed her phone on the cart so that it looks up at her face as she pushes it down the aisle.
"You know what chaps my fucking hide, Anya?"
She disappears for a brief moment and then the sound of something crashing into the cart jolts the phone a little. "I find it awfully convenient that you're going to get on this hear platform and cry and weep. You couldn't have done it the day before, or the day after. You have to let your fucking emotions dictate when and where you do shit. I could stand here and tear apart your inconceivable weepy promo, but I'm not. You know why? Because bad shit happens to good people every goddamned day. There's not a goddamned fucking thing you can do about it."
Again, she stops the cart and she tosses a few more things into the cart and it begins to move as she comes back into view. "So, instead of focusing on the fucking shit that goes wrong in this goddamned world, I'm going to tell you all the wrong that's going to happen to you in the main event of Mile High Wrestling."
"You got a taste of what I can do last week, and when I watched it back on video -- oh, my Lord! Your face got so red. I'm almost certain that was the reason for your goddamned blubbering, but if you insist it's not, I'll just have to believe you. But let me make one thing perfectly clear to you. I didn't want to team with you, but I was fucking obligated to team with you and so I did. We needed to win the match, and I did. And I felt the need to put you in your high and mighty place, and I fucking did."
"And one other goddamned thing, you say I showed my true colors? These are my colors. I don't have any other colors. This is who the fuck I am. And to be honest, you were probably the only motherfucker on this planet who didn't see it coming when I clamped on my Confessional. But hey, at least next time you'll know better, right?"
The cart stops and she walks away but her voice is still heard. "Get me some of them steaks and some pork ribs."
"How ya doing, Candi?"
"Roger, shut the fuck up. Just give me my order so I can get my ass out of this racket."
"Geez, doing great here too Candi. Here you go."
She walks over and drops the package into the cart. "Where were we?"
"So, this week, you and I are in the goddamned main event. And you're welcome for that, bitch. But let me tell you that I don't plan to come into that match with all the weight of the goddamned world on my shoulders. I'm coming in to beat your scrawny ass and then move onward to win the goddamned championship belt. And I'll tell you one more thing," she says as she makes it to the checkout line and moves around to begin to place the items on the belt, "Once I win that belt, I plan on running this bitch. I supposed if you want to try and stop me, I'll see you this week."
She finishes and reaches for her phone and she lifts it up now so her face can be seen, "But that ain't going to happen. What will happen is that I'm going to make you cry. For real this time, bitch."
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 18:48:21 GMT -6
18th May, 2018
14:10 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Magness Arena " ...Hmph. I don't even want to hear from you a complaint about my timing. What of you, huh? You could have just as easily gotten something up sooner. So don't try to scold me for something petty. My name may be the first listed on the card, but that doesn't mean I have to 'take my turn' first, as it were." The "Desert Rose" is leaning against the ropes, already in the center of the stadium set to be used for tomorrow's fray. Exhaustion and a bit of annoyance can easily be detected in her facial features, especially the eyes. "Yes, it is true. You got the upper hand with your finisher move last Wednesday. But lest I'm mistaken, that's the only finisher you've got. Like I said in my first promo, Candi, everything you lack, I possess in spades. More variety with my moves, more stamina, more speed ... and that's just a brief list. I highly recommend not trying to ignore the facts. I mean, you can, but ... " Anya shrugs casually, stretching her left arm over her right. "It's not wise. And for crying out loud, I did focus on Mile High. Re-watch the first promo. I just found an unorthodox way of using events occurring throughout the world to trace back to you. Plain and simple. I compared you to how the more corrupt type of people act nowadays. Was I wrong? Given you confessed you were 'always that way', I'd say not. I'm not stupid, Candi. It's your turn to heed your own advice; focus on our rendezvous in twenty-four hours, not if I made any technical errors or whatnot." Her head quickly moves from side to side as she recalls what her next point was going o include. "Wrong. I did expect you to try to ambush me. I was just too hopeful. Rest assured, that's a mistake I won't repeat ever again. Another thing you should cease, Mrs. Bratton - stop trying to make assumptions based off my actions or words. That's why the proverb about assumptions making an ass out of you and me exists. Yes. I realize I used a prefix you probably aren't going to like. Forgive me if I'm done caring when it comes to you." Anya continues moving her head, chuckling lowly. "You truly are the only person I've met who hates being addressed by terms such as ma'am. I'm usually scolded for failing to include etiquette. Well, sorry but - as you said with your first promo - not at the same time. You're not going to change who you are, so I'm not either. Not even to stay on your good side. You already crossed a line. Now, there's no take backs, no going back for you. I have a zero tolerance policy for certain things. Betrayal is one of them." An almost sorrowful sigh passes Anya's lips. "It didn't have to turn out like this, you know? In fact, I'd preferred if we had remained ... at least more tolerable. But ... you've helped me understand something. In wrestling, very few people - if anyone - possess pure loyalty. And even for those who do? There's a smaller amount of individuals who'll offer it to watch another person's back. Alright. I understand perfectly now." A smug smirk spreads over Anya's lips as she scoffs. "Yet another thing your'e wrong about, Candi. I won't cry. See, unlike you, I'll be able to learn should I lose. But ... I don't intend on doing so. Not easily. Regardless, I can take everything that may or may not happen from our match - no matter what outcome - and use the experience to my advantage. You? You're likely just going to whine, complain, and maybe even try to intervene if I proceed onward. You give me the 'sore loser-slash-winner' type of feel. Another point I hinted from the first promo; you can't always get what you want. This especially applies in an industry like wrestling." By now, Anya has finished stretching her upper body out. The Desert Rose proceeds to grab her leg - starting with the left - and pull it up as close as it can to her rear. "You're going to face a new me within mere hours. No mercy. No remorse. No running away. Nothing you're hoping for. Not even tears. I hope you're prepared - because I am very eager, able, and willing to go toe-to-toe with you, Candi. You will be proof. Evidence of how dreams can end up coming true for underdogs like myself. I'll see you soon enough." "Desert Rose" Anya gracefully pivots on her heels and moves against one set of ropes. She runs forward ... and flips over the set across from the eastern ropes, landing gracefully on her feet. Her smug smile is seen widening for a few seconds before the feed cuts off, ending the second promo. |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 20:55:52 GMT -6
Anya may already be in Denver but Candi Bratton is no where near Denver at the moment, even just one day prior to the event. Having had to spend the day assisting one of her daughter’s in dealing with a sick child, she got a late start and realized she was going to have to fly.
Problem is, Candi Bratton hates flying.
Unfortunately for her, the federal government has stated in far more legal terms that when flying Candi Bratton cannot be Candi Bratton without getting herself barred from ever entering the airport again. She actually has to behave herself. Why she waits at the terminal waiting for her flight to board, she manages to somehow bring up the latest and greatest by her opponent in tomorrow night’s match, The Deserted Peach, or some such nonsense.
“I don’t know why the fuck she’s getting on my case for not fucking sending in something. I could care less when she sends something in. Must be goddamned guilt, if you ask me,” she mutters under her breath. An elderly woman glances in her way and frowns at the profanities being uttered by the wrestler. Candi is all class when she flips the lady the bird must to her dismay.
“This bitch thinks I only have one finisher. Little does she know…” Candi responds as if somehow Anya can hear her as her video continues to play. “She fucking thinks because she’s younger, faster, stronger that she can beat me! What a hoot! This bitch has lost her mind. She can be all of those things, but motherfucker, I’m smarter. Smarter wins, every time.”
“Shh. Could you please stop swearing? There are children present.”
“Well, cover their ears. I’m sure they hear worse at school. Mind your fucking business,” Candi barks at the woman who finally just gets up and moves away. She finally finishes the video and then turns on her camera.
“So, don’t let me disillusion you about how highly you think about yourself. Don’t forget, I’ve wrestled more matches than you’ve had periods.” She stops and glances to the side. “What are you looking at? Never hear a woman talk about her period before? Fuck off.”
She looks back down at the camera, “You might always be faster than me, stronger than me and younger than me, but I goddamned promise you that once I get you on the mat, none of that shit matters. I’m gonna stretch you until you scream. Until you cry for mercy.”
“And for Christ’s sake, I didn’t even like the old you. Why does there have to be a new you? And what exactly does that fucking mean? I mean for crying out loud, this isn’t a fucking costume party. Just bring your ass to the ring, I’ll fucking stretch you with the Confessional. You tap. We go home.”
She grins, “Well, you go home and I move on to fight for the championship. And please, don’t be fucking naïve. There’s the good ones, the bad ones and the ones who just try to be fucking cool and fail. You’re obviously one of the good ones. Morals and all that shit. Well, goody motherfucking goody for you. Stand for the weak and fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. What the fuck ever. I’ve made no bones whatsoever that I only look out for myself. I’ve got mouths to feed at home and I ain’t going to let some goody goody bitch girl take money out of my family’s mouth. I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever it fucking takes to beat you and go on to win that championship. Championships equal more money. I don’t do this for the fun of it. I do it because I want to make money.”
She leans back in her chair as the announcement comes over the loud system that her flight for Denver is about to board, “It’s time for me to get on the plane so I can come beat your ass. But let’s get one thing perfectly clear. Civility is not my style. I’m not looking for friends and come tomorrow night, plan on looking at the lights while I clamp on the Confessional and practice your tapping out, if you wanna practice something useful.”
Candi stands up and grabs her bag as she begins to move towards the line. “Just a few hours away, bitch. But, I wouldn’t blame ya if you decided to spare yourself some pain. Don’t show up. Result will be the same, except you won’t have to cry. Save yourself the embarrassment, just like Three Live Crew from last week.”
“But go ahead and show up. Either way, I’m heading to the championship, bitch.”
She turns off the link so she can board her plane.
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