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Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2019 22:12:05 GMT -6
 Mile High Cup Battle Royal Match
Ripley vs "The Cold Hearted" Chris Mosh vs Raven Trueblood vs Scythe Bloodline vs ?? vs ?? vs Brandon Young vs Hayden Pearle vs Becca "Bruiser" Maguire vs Mystery ParticipantRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, September 15, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2019 22:44:02 GMT -6
9 Boys, 1 Lady, a Mystery Person and the Mile High Cup!
Event: MHW Spectacular 2 _____________________
Scythe is in front of a muddy trail, all this time he has just wanted to clear his head, but can he? The physical labor has been the only thing to keep his mind from wondering to dark things, he was helping clear out some land, his truck had been stuck and now he was letting it get pulled out. This is his get away, nobody really knows about this place, lots of land in the South America Rain forests goes into no man's land. This was land his mother left him not his great Uncle. Stuff that his now Uncle Raven tells him be grateful you have, you should use. she split it between the two of them. I am, grateful. That word is haunting him this month. Sep 1st already it starts, August was a warm up wasn't it? Just be grateful Scythe.... Are my blessings going to go away or something? What is this strange fear?
 That fear it is natural, I convince myself to calm down. I am getting a head of myself and this will only worry my Uncle Raven. Look at him, that loss to Gabriel Ohio is not phasing him on the outside at all is it? He is just taking to work, carrying bigger loads, that is something to envy, that is what people speak highly of in his home town. I am not so sure if I admire it or am jealous? I know this sun is white and hot, I feel like we are in hell.
I break while Raven works. This is more a family holiday, a break from BY absence makes the heart grow fonder. haha.
Seriously, I hate this weather. It was so hot and now it is freezing the night is closing in. Soon everybody will be flying back to the states to make the next show and be going home for the Mile High Spectacular. Miss Jess has retreated inside, Persephone is smoking a cig while shivering. Luna stands still like a statue next to me. They must be excited to go home, I wonder if they are mad I have took them away from their loved ones or families? I could be seen as mean for this, but they obey, I do not asks them to they just are loyal and committed to me, their job....I hate the burden. What would I do without my own employees, I would get lost and not be here to do this hobby. (Spoiled rich boy) I think the people say about me, but I know the therapist would already say stop letting that get to you. She gets the angriest. How can I have everything I need and let other's opinions take the one thing I actually have to have? I am unsure, if I knew I would stop it, I wouldn't be a recovering addict, in fact I doubt I would have ever became addicted to begin with. Would I even "NEED" this job as badly as I do right now?
I follow the tracks and Luna mirrors me her steps following me, this makes me feel like the wealthiest Superman villain shadowed by a strong woman knowing she will not stab me in the back like a man might do for my political power outside the wrestling world. Having money makes people special, but very few know that, the SE Network owner he knows that, and I think as the weeks go by and the box grows and grows that Robert Mack is learning that. "Luna you are dismissed go buy a lemonade or something, get off my back." "Sir, but..." "I have Miss Jess, how about you check up on Lorrie for me because I am not sure what sHe is up to and I am worried about her alright? Something has me on edge, something about Dax and about BMoney in the last week, it is just off. I need to keep my eyes on things. I hate when things our out of my control, that is what Mister Mack liked about me a man who knows what he is doing. Yup that is what he bought and that is what he has, I am not sure what he paid Uncle Raven for but my shock when I seen him at my debut across the ring.... haha.... wow.
Luna... I was speechless, that is the type of showman that Mister Mack is and he likes to attract the people by any means he can. What is going on with Uncle Raven? Where has his spirit gone? BMoney is not being taught the wicked path properly it is as if the past is forgotten. I hate that Luna.... everyone knows I HATE that... How can WE move on if WE still need to address these issues? Is there something wrong with BY and Raven? it needs to get squished if there is, that is what I think.
Crossing the WICKED yet again. Trials and Test. It never ends until, Game Over.
we creep along this path many times, not always does this mean it is bad, perhaps just sadness? Could be anger which has it's place in life. Raven likes hacking at the weeds with a machete something I am not aloud to do. I am not permitted to carry weapons around another reason I have a body guard, she is certified with weapon experience. I was trained how to use them and I know how to, but for reasons... I am not aloud.
Raven is quiet, but his mind full of thoughts about life. He laughs as if the nature is his enemy and destroying it is bringing him joy. He has been calling Ella multiple times a day as she is staying with family in Florida right now. Brandon Young has chosen to travel with his Homies which I understand he is used to that. Does this all feel like a disappointment? I see how we are growing, but does anyone else? "Protecting our land Scythe, We are true warriors Nephew.
How mean does it make me sound if I say I don't really care what other people say? I like being right here, challenging GOD."
Raven said and continued to wack. The storms are calm right now, but the Hurricane season is dangerous. What would hit and miss is like a gamble even with new tech these days. Dax called me he liked how we have improved as a team Brandon and I and I figured he would since we visited him. I also stopped getting picked on by Riot for almost a whole weekend now and have had more serious talks with my business manager Lorrie Lukas. This feels like... progress. I look at Luna she is a loyal bodyguard making sure all of my fighting is saved for in the ring even if I am perfectly capable of protecting myself it is nice to not have to worry about people sneaking up on me to sneak attack me. She is the armed person that decreases me stress. I guess it couldn't hurt to talk to her huh? Luna...This feeling ... I had forgotten what it was like. My Uncle he always seems to be that anchor for me, even though right now he hasn't had time to really care about stupid childish worries. Where to put the pumpkins, the fair grounds want to know how many admissions can be filled. Tis the season, the troupe is traveling and they report back to me, but even I am on the road now with MHW. I kind of like it, the adrenaline rush, I haven't had to take pills, I have just been breathing in the fresh air and going hard in my training. That extra endorphin jump I get off that is all I been needing, yet what do I want in a CUP match?
....Sir?
She quietly asks.
SURE ... I could say I am needed to help Raven or to help Brandon, but maybe they should help their damn selves. No offense. I am nobody's bitch, I am not a bastard dog, I am a man and I pick and choose what I feel like doing. When I fought Ripley that motivated me, that sparked some life into my melancholy spirit. I been avoiding things I fear, I been avoiding the conflict within myself. I haven't lost faith in what I believe. Anyone could challenge it and that would not wave me in the slightest, that never worked when Tyke tried to with Raven and I and it would not work now. It might not work, but it would put my guard up, my walls up. I am not talking about friends, I am talking about with everyone even Mister Mach will think I am hard to work with. I love this job and I am afraid that this might cost me. How can I control this? Luna looks concerned now, I probably shouldn't have said anything to her. -sighs-
All the fans in the world, all the support, it could mean the most at the darkest moments, but it won't save your life will it. When you play that deadly game of roulette it won't stop the bullet. Some part of me feels like I pull that trigger every time that I step into this ring and at the Spectacular this match is no different. This is almost a set up two people I care about, my tag team partner and my family in all the chaos they are what I care about. I do not care about the victory, I do not care about out lasting Ripley, tho that is a priority to beat him. I like saying I am better than Ripley.
I know that Chris Mosh thinks that he has the best chance to win this one and he has certainly honed his talent, but not sharpened his brain. I like how full of himself he is, I like how young and quick to jump he still is. I like looking at the big picture Chris that is why I thought of all the things people had going for them at AMMO. Guys like you just want to focus on your own reality, instead of researching facts. Yes the things you said were true, but irrelevant. Two guys can't lose forever, and you were not fighting Kaito.
I am grateful for this opportunity, I guess I always am. I am just that type of guy. I kind of shoot myself in the foot and then keep fighting because I have to give myself a handicap. I don't need understanding Mr. Mosh... and that alone is what defines you as a loser the inability to wrap your mind around what you don't understand. You just ice everything out and stay cold hearted. I personally think the rich opportunist Hayden Pearle will eliminate you, he looks like a fighter unlike Chris. "Sir, you gave me a job when I didn't have to take it. You are able to protect yourself. You could drive yourself but you got Persephone to instead. I am not sure why you keep Jess, but you created her position. Your mind is something that creates things, in that rings you come up with moves that are unpredictable. Your partner and you have yet to find that musical rhythm, but you both have that common ground. You both have the desire to communicate, that is hard to find. Just like you and Miss Miranda have Sir, when you find something like that you shouldn't push it away." I know that stuff is always happening in people's life, just like how Miranda is having her bad week, possibly month right now. My understanding has to extend beyond just her right now, beyond my Uncle Raven, this is new... I need to be understanding for Brandon because I opened myself up to this. I asked for this... in a sense is this what becoming a parent is like? I really think about her words. "What are you so worried for nephew? You got so much talent and you let it get bottled up too scared of wasting it and that is what you will do. The wicked path is nothing to be ashamed of, you just walk it, you have nothing to be afraid of because your Uncle Raven loves you. I will always stand beside you and you know what, you now have your Aunt Ella that got your back too. Stepping into that match Brandon Young is your tag team partner, but I am your family. this is our battle royal for the cup, you and your uncle. do you think we can trust this thug?" I can see that Raven is judging BY for his harsh nature as a youth, but he is just quick to act being young we all been like that once right? I almost miss those days, I hate how I over think now days. My Uncle never had those types of days the lucky dog!
"We are not fighting as a team in this match tho. It is every man or woman for themselves. I am not sure what the winner gets, but the bragging rights would be enough right now." I think more so how BY needs those than I do. He needs a HUGE win right now, I can make do with getting by, that is just who I am. Luna shakes her head, am I still missing something?
"Sir, forgive me if I am being bold. Becca "Bruiser" Maguire another sheildmaiden, that perks the ears up huh? You could defeat everyone, and have her left. Then what?" I think. "She is not important, just another maiden. I am the leader of the Wicked Path, it is Eternal, it is everlasting. Undying. I will retire for the day. You need to rest we will be returning soon any break we can get with the storms we need to take." He walks off to the houses to sleep in. "You like her Luna? she seems balanced on paper so one could assume she knows what she doing even before discovering she is marred to Psycho. No I could not say that there is any ONE person here that really sticks out to me as the major threat for this match, are you saying she does? Uncle Raven thinks that our bond could be a threat. I am over here in my mind worried that it is my focus that is being snagged. I will miss the good fight, I will miss my chance to help push the next big star just as Tyke Index is prancing around where he is. hehe... does he ever think that way? I wonder sometimes, that gets to me to think of. How did I beat him the first time? Did he let me win? Was I really ever champion... maybe.... it was never real to begin with..." She chuckles before realizing I am serious. I feel like I am stuck in a rerun of a black and white sci-fi movie. I am stuck with horror of how to get out, but I have no clue how. I only know that I get to have my escape when I hear my music hit and the announcer declare my way to the ring. Luna sees me spacing off.... "I think she might stand out, her style would interest you. I know you would like her tapes. the rest have something to say, but do they have that heart? You have heart Sir. You are wasting it. Bring your family together for a purpose. You are not cold hearted, you are much more then a foundation, and you don't just bruise."
I laugh loud. "That would take the entire cake. A three way tie, my family winning. Raven has made no comments about Brandon I am unsure if he is even following our career? I do see persons of interest in this match and that distracts me. I do see people I care for, and I think I need to protect them.... and I do see people I have a feeling that I just have to out compete them. That is what is fueling me right now. That is keeping my engine chucking along. You know that feeling?" She sighs. "I used to Sir. That was a year ago now, a life I am putting behind me."
She must be nuts because I think there is no way that the three of us are ready to be on the same page yet. What a pipe dream. "Who is the mystery partner? Someone new? Someone old? a return, or a rookie? That is the allure of the mystery isn't it. I think that big question mark really doesn't matter Raven and I used to be a duo named the Blood Coven, I remember because Tyke kept saying Cloven like a drunken skunk and sounding like a deranged leprechaun. Judged on how our merch is pushed that we're not aloud to use that name anymore. Times changes, seasons move on and we grow. Name, status, who your daddy is, your mommy, your uncle your great grand momma... I will knock your block off for messing with my family. That will always... ALWAYS stay the same. I want to make sure that everyone is reminded of that."
He straightens out his clothes, Luna taps him on the shoulder.
I feel my heart pounding. Miss Jess tells me the room for me is ready. I leave my Uncle alone to finish the job he will be fine. Part of being an adult is knowing when to walk away and this is a time he needs to himself. I am always here for you Uncle, never forget.
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Here we are, my squad and I in this hut down south. Heading back North for this show when weather permits.
I suppose that AJ Riot wants me to say some things this week, right? -sighs-
I feel like I am too... predictable, my routine is the same, who can keep falling from Heaven, perhaps I want to stick there for a minuet? Could I take others with me? I will start finding out as I introduce my opponents to the Heaven's Gate.
I am suppose to stand up to Riot, put my foot down, but I feel like he knows what is best. I shouldn't keep hiding in the shadows like this is 1999.
My career does better when he helps me with it after all, so there is that credit.
I have been pushed a lot with the AMMO booking and even chances of showing up at throwdown. I stood here in my vessel thinking this is spectacular. Then I realized that we are about to have a spectacular.
This isn't just a weekly attraction this is an astrological event! something even the stars will have written in the records.
I'm pleased that I am in this match with not just one of my family like Kaito is and Johnny, but Brandon and Raven are said to be in this match. I got a big smile on my face, see that? I feel my dreams visited and the people in my life say what has you so high spirited? Honestly knowing I can cost Chris Mosh, apparently people don't like him, I better act fast while sales supplies last! This victory all my own or with help that is very satisfactory. No real reason, just to see the look on his face perhaps? I would like to win it for Chris Mosh's honor.
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What other highlights do I have in my mind that I want to aim for? Well I knew Ripley was going to be in this match, would he be more motivated then the last time he and I were in the ring together? I respect you Ripley, why you step up and get into the ring, you face your challenges head on. The people seem to love Ripley, isn't that what an entertainer aims to have the adoration of the fans? I would like to learn how he does it, but maybe I might just learn it myself I love how different this crowd is from the East Coast. I was afraid at first you wouldn't be that type of guy and I called you out on that, you proved me wrong. I still defeated you, but that night you won something else. I think you won something way more important than just a victory Ripley, you won my respect. Still that doesn't mean I won't beat that pretty little face in when I meet you in that ring. I have already discovered how much fun that can be, how it brings a smile to my face and a laugh in my heart.
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I do hope that it comes down to us Ripley, that would be an epic tale to tell the fans in that squared circle. The Foundation are two guys that the rest of you might overlook, so I am doubting it could get that far RIP. They have their shit together. I even think BMoney and Raven will over look them. Kaito or Johnny Knight could be sleepers in this match, unless I get to you guys first taking you out of this one. I am not sleeping on either of you, I know how talented both of you are separated but in this match it is like a tornado tag match and you both can be in the ring together. BY and I have yet to get the tags down, but you two are on a new level from that, I know that. However Raven and I have won tag team gold before, and Raven is a madman, he doesn't follow tag rules so this is his heaven. Which makes it my own nirvana. That is why I have taken an older move that people overlooked. One that I ignored and I polished it up, I been practicing, how can I use it to be more efficient? Now I have added a shinier Heaven's Gate to my arsenal, a move I plan to try out on everyone not associated with me behind the scenes of Mile High.
This big show, this Spectacular it is the second one that Raven and I get to be a part of. The second one and the second Battle Royal, this time Brandon is here, this time it is about time that we show the entirety of Mile High that we are Wicked.
This is our heaven and we are on the path, this spectacular is just our gate into that promised land.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 13:27:04 GMT -6
DateSeptember 8th, 2019 LocationGreen-Wood Cemetery in New York City, NY Time3:24PM The scene opens to Becca “Bruiser” Maguire dressed in a pair of black leather biker boots, a pair of black denim jeans with a chain hanging down the side of her right leg, a black Metallica Some Kind Of Monster T-shirt and her Shieldmaiden kutte hand in hand with her wife, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, who is dressed in a pair of black leather biker boots, a pair of skin tight dark blue denim jeans, a black Slipknot Psychosocial T-shirt and her Shieldmaidens kutte.
In Psycho’s free arm is their son, Robbie John, dressed in a pair of baby black trainers, a pair of baby blue denim jeans, a black Little Monster of Rock T-shirt and a tiny kutte of his own. The three of them approach three gravestones next to one another and Bruiser let’s go of her wife’s hand and nods before she approaches said gravestones on her own.
Kneeling down in front of the graves, she makes the sign of the cross as Psycho and RJ Jr watch on in the background.BruiserHi Mom… Dad… Allie. I’m sorry I ain’t visited ya’ll in a while. I know I promised that I would visit at least once every week, but a lot o’ stuff has happened since those times. I’m now livin’ in New Orleans and I’m actually livin’ my dream o’ bein’ a professional wrestler. She smiles softly as she looks down at her wedding ring.
BruiserI also got married… to a wonderful and amazin’ youn’ Irish lass called Saoirse. We met when I was trainin’ others to wrestle and she was one o’ my students… it was love at first sight. I think ya’ll would have loved her. Glancing briefly over to Allie’s grave, she focuses her attention back onto her parents graves.
BruiserI hope ya’ll ain’t mad at Allie for not bein’ there for me and protectin’ me, she had her demons… like we all do… and sadly, she wasn’t able to overcome them. She had a son, who Sorsh and I adopted… so aye… surprise… ya’ll are grandparents. She chuckles slightly.
BruiserDespite the fact that you guys and Allie haven’t been around to take care o’ me, I was lucky enough to find myself a family o’ my own. I joined a motorcycle club called the Shieldmaidens, and I love all o’ them as if they were my sisters. I know ya’ll would have probably disapproved o’ me joinin’ a biker gan’, but honestly, they’re all amazin’ and loyal women and I’m lucky to have ‘em in my life. Wiping away a single tear as it starts to slowly fall down her cheek, she looks back to Psycho and ushers them over.
BruiserI’d like ya’ll to meet my wife and our son. Psycho reaches her wife and kneels down beside her with RJ still in her arms, she too makes the sign of the cross and even RJ tries to mimic her himself.
BruiserSorsh? Meet Clint and Sophia Rogers, my parents. Mom… Dad… meet my wife, Saoirse Maguire and our son, Robbie John. Psycho moves in closer with the little one, waving his little hand for him.
PsychoSay hello tae yer grandparents an’ yer mum, wee man… RJ makes a few gurgling noises as Bruiser tickles his cheek a little that gets a small giggle from him.
BruiserYa’ll wanna say somethin’ to my parents before we leave, Sorsh? Psycho nods slowly, thoughtfully.
PsychoTank ye fer makin’ such a wonderful daughter… She nods to Allie’s headstone.
PsychoBote o’ dem… I kinna imagine me life witout whot they brought me. They have given me evrting I kin ever draem o… Bruiser smiles as she takes her wife’s hand in hers.
BruiserWe promise we’ll do our best to come visit ya’ll more often, bein’ on the road all o’ the time don’t make it easy, but we’ll try harder in the future. She rests her hand on her father’s grave, followed by her mother’s and then Allie’s as she and Psycho get to their feet.
BruiserI love and miss ya’ll… rest easy. PsychoAye, we’ll bae saein’ ye soon… Hand in hand, the couple then turn around and walk away from the graves and begin to make their way out of the cemetery as the scene fades.
 DateSeptember 9th, 2019 LocationPersonal Gym at the Maguire Residence in New Orleans, LA Time9:07PM The scene re-opens to Becca “Bruiser” Maguire dressed in a plain black sports bra, a pair of plain black skin tight leggings and a pair of black sneakers with her hair tied up into a ponytail, working up a sweat as she’s striking a heavy bag with punches, kicks and elbow strikes.
In her ears are some earbuds as she’s listening to music while she works out, anyone who knows Bruiser knows she’s a very big fan of thrash metal, namely Metallica, so chances are, she’s listening to something by them.
She picks up the pace and even starts ducking and dodging as if the heavy bag was striking back at her, helping her with her evasive skills. Eventually, after one final heavy right hand that sends the bag swinging, she stops and grabs the bag to stop it from moving and then heads over to the corner of the room and grabs a bottle of water and a towel.
Dabbing her forehead with the towel, she removes the cap from the bottle and takes a swig of the clear liquid before making her way over to a chair that is conveniently set up in front of the camera and she takes a seat.BruiserSo at episode twenty-two o’ Throwdown… I was in the fight o’ my life against Leah. We went to war and then some… with many people sayin’ it was arguably match o’ the night. And honestly? My debut match bein’ considered that highly, especially one that I won? It makes me feel like a million fuckin’ bucks. She takes another drink from the bottle before placing it down on the floor and focusing back onto the camera.
BruiserAnd now, I find myself involved in the first ever Mile High Cup Battle Royal at the Mile High Spectacular. I’m gonna be battlin’ against nine other competitors and one o’ them… I have no fuckin’ clue who it’s gonna be… but that’s part o’ the fun in these kinda matches, ain’t it? Smiling into the camera, she leans forward, clasping her hands together and resting her elbows on her thighs.
BruiserI wanna start off with Scythe Bloodline and Raven Trueblood, who were gracious enough to actually gimme a compliment… She chuckles.
Bruiser...I mean, they didn’t mean for it to be a compliment, but I’m takin’ it that way since they simply just said when talkin’ about me that I’m “just another Maiden”... Bruiser mimes quotation marks with her fingers as she says that last part of her sentence.
Bruiser...reason why I’m takin’ that as a compliment is simple really. Since Mile High Wrestlin’ opened it’s fuckin’ doors, there have been eight Maidens, aye? Six o’ them have been champions, with four o’ them bein’ current champions. One o’ them was the number one contender for the Mile High Championship before gettin’ fired... and the eighth? Well, she fuckin’ debuted at episode twenty-two o’ Throwdown and had the match o’ the fuckin’ night when she beat the current number one contender for the Hardcore Championship. That last Maiden bein’ o’ course… yours truly. She points to herself and smirks.
BruiserSo just another Maiden, aye? Well I’d say I’m in good fuckin’ company bein’ on that list so thanks for the compliment, lads. Nodding to the camera, she winks and smiles.
BruiserThen we have another tag team in this match, The Foundation, Kaito Jackson and Johnny Knight. The fact that there are a couple o’ tag teams involved in this match, makes this match even more difficult coz it’s clear that these teams are gonna try and work together to get rid o’ everyone else in hopes that they will be the final two to duke it out at the end. She shrugs.
BruiserI mean, it’s a good fuckin’ strategy to have… had there been another Maiden involved in this match, the two o’ us would have no doubt be thinkin’ o’ doin’ the same thing. But can ya’ll really trust one another one hundred percent? Like I said leadin’ up to my match with Leah, the difference between every tag team and group in Mile High compared to the Shieldmaidens is that at some point, ya’ll are gonna turn your back on each other. It’s inevitable… and with this bein’ the very first Mile High Cup? Kaito? If Johnny notices an opportunity to eliminate ya’ll, can ya trust he won’t take that chance? And the same goes for ya’ll as well, Johnny. If Kaito sees his chance to throw your ass out, how do you know he won’t do it? The answer to those questions are… ya don’t know. And the same goes for Scythe and Raven as well. Smirking, she shakes her head.
BruiserBut if havin’ a couple o’ tag teams involved in this match wasn’t enough, there’s Brandon Young… who always has his buddies with them… and boy do they love to stick their fuckin’ noses into Brandon’s business. I have a question for ya, Brandon… why exactly do ya’ll result in usin’ ya buddies to help ya’ll win matches? Is it coz ya know ya’ll ain’t good enough to win on ya own? I mean, I have my Shieldmaiden sisters, but I don’t need ‘em to win this match… I didn’t need ‘em to beat Leah… because I am confident in my own fuckin’ abilities to get the job done on my own. So listen up Kyle, Leo, Willie, Franco, Deshaun and Tyler… and pay close fuckin’ attention to this, lads… She leans forward, the look on her face deadly serious.
Bruiser...if ya’ll stick your nose into this match and mess with me? Then I’m gonna be kickin’ fifteen sets o’ teeth down throats instead o’ fuckin’ nine. Understand? Leaning back in her chair, she smirks.
BruiserNext up, it’s one o’ the newest acquisitions to Mile High Wrestlin’, in the form of Hayden Pearle. I already fuckin’ know what kind o’ asshole ya’ll are. Born into a rich family, ya’ll probably believe yaself to be the greatest fuckin’ thin’ since sliced bread, aye? Ya’ll probably believe that everyone involved in this match are beneath ya and are worthless… that none o’ us have a fuckin’ chance o’ winnin’ just coz ya’ll are involved in the match. Please, stop me and tell me if I’m wron’ about any o’ that… but I’m pretty fuckin’ confident that I’m right. Ya’ll ain’t the first privileged asshole to come into this industry and thinkin’ that ya’ll are the top dog just coz ya’ll were born with a silver fuckin’ spoon in ya mouth. So trust me when I say that when ya’ll step into the rin’ with me? Ya’ll are gettin’ a big fuckin’ wake up call when I kick those pearly white gnashers down that throat o’ yours. Bruiser cracks her knuckles before picking up the bottle of water and taking another drink, setting it back down on the floor before focusing back on the camera.
BruiserThen there’s probably the only fuckin’ opponent I have in this match that I have any sort o’ respect for, that bein’ Ripley. I’m seriously lookin’ forward to squarin’ up to ya in the middle o’ the rin’, lad. It’s gonna be an ol’ fashioned fist fight when we lock horns which is somethin’ that I never get bored o’ takin’ part in. I’ve had my fair share o’ fist fights, both inside the rin’ and out. Ya’ll are a seasoned veteran o’ the sport and much like with Leah, I’m expectin’ a fight and a fuckin’ half from ya. Thin’ is though, I’m goin’ into this match with nothin’ to lose and everythin’ to gain… unlike ya’ll who has everythin’ to lose. This is only my second match here, I’m still the new lass that is difficult to figure out how to combat where I have plenty o’ fuckin’ tapes of ya’ll that I can study so I know what makes ya’ll tick. End o’ the day, it’s gonna come down to which one o’ us wants this more than the other, and ya’ll can bet that it’s me who wants it more. Suddenly, her expression changes to one of hatred as she snarls into the camera.
BruiserThen o’ course, there’s Chris fuckin’ Mosh. One o’ the many people on my hit list. Arguably the main asshole that I want to get my fuckin’ hands on the most in this match. I ain’t even gonna talk to him directly, because he ain’t fuckin’ worth it. This rotten scumbag is stuck in the past, as despite the fact that he’s fallen to each and every person he’s stepped into a fuckin’ rin’ with, as well as the fact that five o’ the champions here are lasses, he seems to believe that we have no place in a wrestlin’ rin’. She shakes her head.
BruiserIt’s fuckin’ pathetic that in the year 2019, there are still assholes out there who believe that a lasses place is in the kitchen. That there is no way in Hell that a lass can go out and do the same as what a lad can do. This fucker needs to open his fuckin’ eyes and see what’s in front o’ him. Currently, five o’ seven o’ the fuckin’ champions in this company are lasses… and Hell, Azurine Vebbins managed to beat the unbeatable Skrabz. So since it’s lookin’ like I’m gonna be the only lass involved in this match, I’m expectin’ Chris to target me more than the rest o’ his opponents simply because I have a pair o’ tits and a pussy instead of a fuckin’ cock and balls between my fuckin’ legs. Needless to say, lad… ya’ll better stay outta my way when we step into the rin’ together, coz I’m gunnin’ for ya… and I’m gonna enjoy beatin’ the ever lovin’ fuck outta ya. Leaning forward now, she clasps her hands together, resting her elbows on her thighs and looks down to the floor for a few moments before looking back up to the camera.
BruiserAnd then there’s the big one, the mystery opponent that none o’ us have a fuckin’ clue about. I ain’t ever been one to sugarcoat shit, whoever this lad or lass is, they’re gonna be the most dangerous opponent in this match based on the fact we have no idea who they are. The rest o’ ya’ll can say different all ya want, but it’s the fuckin’ truth whether ya’ll wanna admit it or not. There’s a lot o’ speculation goin’ around on who this person might be, that it could be a member o’ this Coven we’ve been hearin’ about… that it’s someone on the roster that ain’t booked… or even someone who is already on the card and is gonna compete twice in one night. I don’t do speculation… I’m walkin’ into this match expectin’ anythin’, because who the fuck knows who this person is? She rolls her neck.
BruiserEnd o’ the day it’s simple… ten people walk into this rin’... and only one walks out with the victory and the inaugural Mile High Cup winner. I am yet to add any trophies to my pro wrestlin’ career… I am the ONLY fuckin’ Shieldmaiden yet to accomplish any kind o’ championship or accomplishment! But at the Mile High Wrestlin’ Spectacular 2… that’s gonna fuckin’ change! And I will be crowned the first ever Mile High Cup winner! And with that, Bruiser gets to her feet, grabbing the water bottle on the way and she disappears off camera as the scene fades. |
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Post by cmosh on Sept 14, 2019 2:33:48 GMT -6
*We catch Chris Mosh watching a replay of him taking out The Foundation. Chris just laughing at what he did*
Mosh: look how easy it was to take out those two losers. I took them out so bad that they won’t make the battle royal, but of course Robbie is going to replace them. Come on Rob, you know if anyone else took them out of the match, you would of not replaced them, so you have to make it harder on me because we all know you don’t want me to hold the Mile High Cup, but you don’t want me to be holding the Mile High Cup as well as the Phoenix Champion, but I will worry about the Championship after I win this cup.
*Chris claps*
Mosh: I want to congratulate Scythe Bloodline and Brandon Young for winning there second match every. Now you two didn’t be me because I didn’t tap out or get pinned so get ready to be tossed out of this match, now I really should be worried because it is Young, Bloodline, and Trueblood, we all know about Young and Bloodline, but if I recall, Raven and Scythe have a history as well. Now it is like three people working together to try and get everyone else out, but I know Scythe, he is that guy that wants to win at any cost and will screw you both if he has the chance, see I don’t really care about anyone in this match especially one of the first ones announced for this match which I still don’t know why he is in this match, of course I’m talking about Ripley.
*Chris rolls his eyes*
Mosh: Once again Robbie doesn’t know what he is doing, I mean I already went and told you about Raven, Scythe, and Brandon but Ripley also can’t win matches, I mean the only people in this match with actually a winning record are me and Bruiser, yes she only has one win but still it is a winner and Pearle hasn’t even done anything yet, but back on Ripley, actually what do I say that I haven’t already said about him, I just sound like a broken record every time I step in the ring with that loser.
Now Bruiser, I have respect for you and the Maidens but once again, we all know it is going to turn into you all going to my past. Not only that but that is all you guys talk about when you bring me up. You guys don’t talk about what I have done since I went Cold, so Bruiser love that you wanted to call me out but got all the fact about me wrong, plus I don’t know where you got the whole women thing but I have never said any of that stuff you said, so if you don’t want to talk about me that is all fine, that just means you won’t see me throw you over that top rope as well.
*Now Chris just smirks
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Mosh: Now I love that we have three people we have no idea who they are going to be, now Robbie you keep saying everyone that enters Mile High going to the bottom of the line but who every this Mystery Participant is basically already a contender for the Mile High Cup actually as I look at this only really five of use should be contenders even if that other four can’t win matches but Robbie does what he wants when he wants so that is why all these losers and new people are in this match, Now I already showed everyone want it is going to look like at the end of the match with me being the last person standing in this match the only difference is that this time I will be holding the Mile High Cup.
*Chris smirks*
Mosh: Your future Mile High Cup winner and future Phoenix’s Champion Out
*Cameras go to black*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2019 12:34:44 GMT -6
A convention center loading dock comes into view; fairly standard for this sort of thing, what with several spaces for big rigs to back that ass up and have their insides carted out. A few smaller spots, too, for those seeking to overtax the load capacity of their suburba-tanks. The comings and goings are frequent, whether for the purpose of bringing in a show or taking one on the road. Except… all activity at this point has ground to a halt, at least in terms of loading and unloading. Right from the get there are flashing lights and lots of official-looking vehicles in the immediate area. Not just police, either; but those shiny black sedans that just reek of federal oversight.
Fading from the general panoramic to a more intimate shot, there are several of the aforementioned black rides along with an ambulance and a couple local cruisers centered around the scene. Everything is taped off and the flashing lights are dancing to their own tune. Several overturned and broken containers are strewn about, various bits of clothing and what-not scattered from within.
And… bodies. More than a few, in fact.”Jesus wept… what a fuckin’ mess. Hell goes on in this town, man? Thought this was one of the quiet parts.”One of the agents mutters to himself as he crouches by one of the bodies. While most of them only appear to be unconscious or injured, this one is clearly dead. His face is pulverized, looking more like an animal got hold of him than another human being. The agent stands up and dusts his knees off as a pair of EMTs come in and begin to bag the body. A glance at their faces shows them to be rather upset about the scene… as in more so than usual. Loss of life is one thing but these two… their body language reeks of pain.”It usually is. Sure, there’s some activity from the locals from time to time, but over the last year or so things have gotten quiet.”A uniformed officer comes over to this area of the scene now, tilting his hat back and wiping some sweat from his brow. The agent fixes a stare on him, one brow cocked skyward.”’Activity from the locals’? Care to elaborate on that, officer?””Why else would your boys be down here, Agent…?””Sandsmark.””Agent Sandsmark. The feds don’t drop in on our quiet little hamlet because a couple punks get into a fight over one buying the wrong kind of beer. They certainly don’t drop in for what looks to me like some kind of hate crime.”The officer, aged and clearly too tired for this bullshit, puts his hat back in place and takes a short stroll around the scene. When he comes upon one of the ambulances, into which a stretcher is being rolled, he lingers on the body laid there. The fellow can’t be more than twenty if he’s a day, smooth-yet-strong features marred by blood, abrasions and worse. The officer’s eyes narrow and he mutters something under his breath as Sandsmark walks up, staring as well… clearly fishing for details.”You know this kid?””I might. Hard to say.””You can cut the bullshit whenever you want, Captain Denis. Because you’re right; we don’t come down here for the small fry. And if you’re not going to be straight with me… well, shall we just say that I’m going to get answers one way or the other… and that the only difference will be your employment status when all is said and done?””Already going into the ‘with us or against us’ mentality, Sandsmark? What do you think this is, some prime-time sitcom? We’ve got two corpses, multiple injured perps AND victims and one holy goddamn mess to sort through. And that’s in a town where authority isn’t in the right hands, if you get my meaning.”Captain Denis turns to Agent Sandsmark, staring the younger man in the eye, taking the agent aback just a bit.”Take it from someone who’s lived and worked here all his life, kid: you want to get to the bottom of this and make what right you can out of this mountain of wrong? You need to cool your damn heels. Coming in here with the kind of attitude you’re carrying? You won’t get word one out of anybody.””Is that a threat?””It’s the truth. Welcome to small town America, Sandsmark. Maybe in the big cities your way of doing things gets you the results you want, but in places like this? No such luck. You want information? I’ll give you what I can. But before that, I want you to just… hang around. Take a walk around town. Observe. Then come see me at the station. I’m betting you’ll see my point by then.””You’re right, Denis. This isn’t some fucking sitcom. And the reality that you don’t want to accept here is that we have jurisdiction over this situation. So my suggestion to you? Cooperate.”Shaking his head, Denis gestures to the bodies strewn about, some of them coming to, most already being tended to by the other EMTs.”There’s nothing to tell where they’re concerned. None of them are men I recognize, at least by name.””Bullshit.””Like it or not, it’s the truth.””And the kid there? You seem to know something about *him*.””In this town, he’s practically royalty. But very unlike the rest of the family. If you want to know more than that… take that walk I mentioned. Until then, there’s nothing else for me to say.”Denis does not allow time for a reply before turning on his heel and walking off. Clearly irritated by the tone of the conversation among other things, Sandsmark takes a look at the body on the stretcher himself. The breathing is shallow and even in his unconscious state the young man’s expression is twisted into a painful grimace. For a moment, Sandsmark lets his feelings get the better of him and a frown emerges. Then he stiffens up and spits on the blood-stained concrete, grumbling as the scene fades out.”I already fucking hate this place.”From carnage to opulence…”...because he needs this, sir. And more importantly, YOU need this.”...the next scene is set in a high-rise office, the sort with the massive windows overlooking the city below. We are not quite talking Empire State Building high, but enough to where a swan dive would turn a body into a fine red paste. Translation: high enough. As to the office itself, it bespeaks luxury and power. Mahogany desk, Italian leather chair behind it, top-of-the-line computer and a rug that would cost more than Joe Schmoe would make in a year fixing pipes. Behind this hand-carved desk, dressed head to toe in Armani, is a young man who is pacing back and forth with a look of pure, unfiltered smugness on his face. Upon a turn we spot a Bluetooth earpiece in place, giving us the reason why he was seemingly talking to himself upon his first appearance.”Condescending? Not at all. In fact, I’m a little hurt that you think that is the case, sir! It’s as if… you’ve forgotten. Forgotten all the reasons that you are where you are right now. That seems unlikely for someone of your importance, but it IS the vibe you’re giving me here!”Smooth as silk, slick as grease. The young man is laying the Chuck Yeager on thick to whomever is on the other line. He walks around the desk while he listens to the reply on the other end of the call, the smugness of his smile jumping another couple levels. Amid all the art pieces, certificates and bookshelves lining the walls, there’s also a small bar in one corner and some leather furniture in the other. Upon the sofa in that other corner sits a man, his head bowed.”See? That’s all I was trying to say! My client gets an outlet to deal with some personal issues and you make money! I fail to see the downside in all this!”The lawyer fellow turns to the seated man who faintly lifts his head. The hoodie does not allow anything of his face to be seen. Inclining his chin toward his ‘client’, whose only response is to lower his head again, the lawyer gets back to his call.”Now, now… you handled all that just fine on the first go-round. I have complete and total faith that you’ll handle it this time as well! What? Why, no catch at all. You do what you have always done and my client will respond accordingly!”Walking around the desk again, the lawyer presses the intercom button.”Elise, be a dear and bring me the contract I requested, please?””Yes, sir.”A few moments later, the double-doors open and a young lady with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and long legs strides in, a folder tucked neatly under her arm. Lines up the back of her legs, a suit and skirt tailored to her measurements… she looks more like a model than an executive assistant. The bright smile seals it as she holds out the paperwork to the lawyer.”Here you are, Mr. Vance.””You? Are a doll. Thank you, Elise.”Flashing her pearly whites, Elise turns with a bit of a shake to her hips and squeaks as she almost strides right into the massive figure behind her, stumbling backwards on her high heels and almost taking a spill before a massive hand lashes out and catches her around the waist.”EEEK!”Having risen from the sofa in the midst of the conversation, the tower of a figure is now right up on Mr. Vance and his pretty assistant. Pulled upright with such ease allows Elise to regain her composure more quickly than she would have otherwise. Licking her glossed lips, she gazes upward at her savior and stumbles back into the desk in surprise at the sight of the metallic, patchwork mask he’s wearing under the hood.”Oh, you haven’t met my new client, have you, Elise? This is… well…”Clearly not bothered by the man’s imposing presence or his executive assistant’s trepidation, Mr. Vance waves a hand with a laugh.”Well, names aren’t important. Suffice to say we’ll be seeing a lot of this fellow.””Ch-Charmed! U-Um, sir… c-can I…?””Sure, sure… run along then.”Happy to do just that, Elise collects herself and trots off as fast as the heels will let her. The masked man was not even looking at her at that point, however; he had his eyes on the contract in Mr. Vance’s hand… the lawyer back to his call by this moment.”I have it right here, just as we discussed… hm?”A gloved hand extends toward Mr. Vance, a wordless instruction. He calmly places the folder in the masked man’s hands, not losing poise for a moment.”What? Oh, he’s just looking it over. Very hands-on, this guy. But you already knew that. So… Mile High Spectacular 2, was it? The Mile High Cup Battle Royale?”Vance looks to the masked man, who only offers the faintest of nods, his hidden eyes still looking over the contract. At least that is what it is assumed that he is looking at…”That will do just fine. Oh, of course! You worry too much, sir! Just make sure you have extra EMTs on hand, hmm?”The man’s shoulders set hard for a moment and though no other motion is made, Vance reacts slightly, shivering and taking a step back from the masked man who holds out the contract to him. A faint amount of reluctance is clear but Vance takes the paperwork and walks around the desk to the fax machine.”I’m sending it now. We’ll be signing our names to it when we arrive to the show. Yes, of course I’ll be joining him. After all, someone has to do the talking, don’t they? You just prepare yourself for a whole lot of violence and all the cash that comes with it! Ciao, Mr. Mack!”As the paperwork is being sent to the aforementioned Robert Mack, Mr. Vance chances a look the masked man who stands at the window overlooking the city. Wiping out the charming demeanor that he had mere moments ago, he addresses the hooded figure with all due seriousness.”You do realize how thin of a limb you’re going out on right now, don’t you? I’m not gonna stand here and try to tell you how to live your life, but with everything that’s gone down lately I’m failing to see why all this is necessary. I mean, get some anger management… hell, get some cheap antidepressants from Mexico or some shit. I don’t know. But putting yourself into a situation that could cause a repeat of all the hell that’s been wreaked lately? Are you sure you’re stable enough for that?”The masked man shakes his head.”Okay, then for fuck’s sake why?! There’s only so much I can do, you know! I’m not a goddamn magician!”Reaching into his pocket, the masked man tosses something to Vance that the young lawyer has to scramble a bit to catch before it hits the $40,000 rug. Cupping it in his hands, whatever it is, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out as a low sigh.”Fine. I get it. Let’s head down to the studio, then, and get this over with before I lose my nerve.”As he pockets the item and starts to gather his things, the masked man is already on his way out the door and toward the elevators, prompting Vance to scramble to prepare and keep up with his towering client.*Cameras On* Cutting to the studio in question, the figure from the office previously is front and center. Oversized black Under Armour hoodie, piecemeal metal mask, black jeans and boots… and an aura of menacing mystery darker than any shadow he might cast. We get a clear look at just how imposing he is when Mr. Vance comes into view, standing front and center before the giant of a man. The lenses are cleaned, the microphones are recording and the verbose young lawyer is primed… so here we go.”Ladies and gentlemen of Mile High Wrestling, allow me to introduce myself to the uninitiated and the ignorant alike! My name… is Aloysius Marcus Vance IV, purveyor of justice and defender of truth! And I have the distinct privilege of serving as the handler and mouthpiece for the monster you see looming behind me. Allow me to introduce you to…”There is a pause, a moment where Vance has to gut himself up to speak the name. That or he is simply putting on a show and building suspense; it’s hard to tell with laywers.”...well, names aren’t important. At least not in this case. What would it matter if you knew what his name was? Would it change what is to come in this Mile High Cup Battle Royale? Would it alter the ways in which nine other men and women will be decimated at his powerful hands? A name will only make a difference to the men who will engrave it upon the Cup that will soon be resting in our possession. Now-”Vance holds up a hand, a smirk forming on his handsome face.”-I can already feel the rumblings, the vitriolic retorts percolating in the heads and guts of people like Chris Mosh, Ripley, Scythe and others-”The hand comes down and the smirk goes from smug to supreme in a heartbeat. The only motion from the masked man is the tightening of his gloved hands into fists, the leather creaking softly as fingers curl and extend.”-but really, why waste the breath? I’m fairly certain that each and every one of you know how this is meant to go. Talented though some of you may be, motivated as you may feel yourselves to be… there is simply no plan nor strategy on God’s green earth that is going to stand up to over six-and-a-half feet of hell-born vengeance. Musashi would throw aside his swords rather than duel with this creature at my back. Sun Tzu would burn his own Art of War rather than see his every stratagem fail in the face of ordained wrath like this…Vance pauses, then laughs aloud, his head shaking as he has to hold his sides a moment to try and quell the overpowering mirth. Wiping a tear from his eye, he straightens up and adjusts his tie, grinning at the camera.”How’s that for hyperbole? Should I take it a step further, perhaps say that this monster behind me is what the mighty Chuck Norris has nightmares about? Or would that be too over the top? I’m a little new to the wrestling thing but to hear some of you talk, this level of ridiculousness is not only apropo, but painfully, overwhelmingly common.”Now the look on his face is stern, reproving. Frankly, it makes him look a little nutty with the way his eyes widen and his jaw sets, a grin still sneaking out despite his seriousness.”You idiots talk more shit than you could ever back up in that ring. Admitting that I am new to the business as I already have moments ago, even I can see just how stupid you look. If you’re expecting circular logic to come back around and bite me in the ass, well, good luck with that. I’m merely holding up the mirror to the rest of the wrestling world and showing you the folly of speaking the way you do, of being so utterly declarative, making statements with such finality as though you are staking your life on the results of the fight to come.
Do you ever consider, even for a moment, the possibility of defeat? Of falling flat on your face via means fully and completely outside your control? I am fully cognizant of the fact that even as large and powerful as my client is that he may very well be defeated in this battle royale. Though… defeat is not a proper word for it, truly. Tipping someone over the top rope and to the arena floor? In what world does that constitute defeating your adversary? It is the wrestling equivalent of a time-out. But mark my words: should one of you other nine fools manage to tip this beast over the top, you’ll squawk and crow as though you toppled God himself, lauding yourselves as the combat sports equivalent of Nietzsche.
Don’t roll your eyes and scoff, boys and girls, because you know good and well that I’m right. Throw a stone into a crowd and the person it hits will make a noise. Might be a scream, might be a thump as they hit the ground, but a sound they will make. Each and every one of you that sucked in breath through your teeth and muttered epithets under your breath at that comment are guilty. Called out, found wanting… and now the seed of doubt is in your heads. All the confidence in the world, shut down by just a thin slice of truth dropped unwillingly on your plates.”The masked man punches one gloved fist into the open palm of its mate. Vance smirks again, running his hands carefully over his slicked-back hair.”That being said, take a good long look at the beast behind me and ask yourselves if you think you have what it takes to stop him, much less slow him down. He clearly has overwhelming strength at his disposal and one look at that masked visage is enough to send the normies and the straights scurrying. Wrestling, boys and girls, is about more than just fighting it out in the squared circle with fists and boots. It is about presence, aura. It is about intimidation and putting your adversaries on defense before the bell even rings. You can harden your bodies to take the physical beatings and craft an armor of arrogance and attitude to deflect insults and catcalls, but the kind of damage that doubt and fear can do is not something so easily defended against. And few things are more imposing than the unknown. How do you retort to silence? How do you respond to a cold, wordless stare?
All the energy he would waste talking about what he’s going to do is saved by simply doing it. There is no need for him to speak so long as he has me. My words are the accents to his action. While the rest of you spout off about fate and destiny and all that rot, gearing yourself up to deal with misogyny and claiming the honor that comes with the high ground… my monster has one purpose and one purpose only: destruction. Not victory, boys and girls… destruction. Any fool can claim that victory is theirs by right, ready for the taking, but how often, truly, do they make that prediction manifest? We will happily choose the simpler, far more attainable goal. Something we can back up without fail. Does that sound foolish? Are you already having a good laugh? Then chew on this:”Vance gestures grandly, arms outstretched.”Ten bodies will enter that ring, each of them after something a little different, most of them overestimating themselves considerably as well as the effort it takes to achieve the kind of glory they’ve set their sights on. They’ll all be wide open, eyes only for a shiny piece of metal and wood. Half of them will recklessly throw themselves against any warm body in their path while others will fight simply to survive, hoping for an opportunity to sneak out a victory with as little effort as possible. Tell me I’m wrong; I dare you.”Allowing their adversaries a moment to do just that, Vance gestures sharply as if to cut them off.”A beast with power like that of my client? He doesn’t require waiting for the perfect moment, planning out the fine details down to the very letter. Based on size alone it would take at least two of you at a time to have a hope of dumping him over the top. And one clean shot to the jaw from him is an extinction-level event for spinal fluid. The first hit will have you seeing stars; the second will have you not waking up until you bounce off the floor after being eliminated. What’s that? You could all rush him and take him out first? You certainly could. But you won’t.
Do you think for a second that Bruiser is going to do ANYTHING to help out a lippy jackhole like Chris Mosh? Do you think Scythe with all his talk of holy glory and his hard-on for a one-on-one go-round with Ripley is going to have the sense to think about ANYTHING other than himself long enough to do the deed? Hell, it’s probably the same for Ripley, because you just know he’d love that tete-a-tete with Scythe to happen because, hey, more spotlight for him, right? And the rest of the no-named fools populating this ring for the battle royale? If they dare to speak up after this point, it will only illustrate everything that I’ve stated up to this point as true.”His arms fold across his chest as, oddly, the same gesture is made by the masked man.”Those who have already said their pieces have exposed their own weakness. Those who have yet to speak now have the onus of trying to prove the infallibility of my logic wrong. None of you have any idea what you’re about to face. Someone other than my beast may go home with the cup, but there’s not a one of you who aren’t going to have years taken off your lives and careers at his hands. Maybe you think you’ve heard it all before in other forms from other men and woman, trying to write it off in your heads as just another attempt at posturing by a slicked-back talking head and his oversized lummox of a charge.”Smirking, tapping his temple, Vance stares dead into the camera.”Please, keep thinking that. It will make what happens at Mile High Spectacular that much funnier, and more lucrative, for us. Ciao, kids. See you in your nightmares.”Turning to walk off camera, Vance is soon out of side with the masked man following… pausing long enough to shove the camera aside. The scene turns to static, then to darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2019 18:13:15 GMT -6
The time has come for what seems to be the landslide of curtin call for me and yet to whom speaks my name. Well then I guess we got to get to work now and make the finale show of bloodcoven go out in glory or it least hold our head up high.
The scene opens inside the blue eyed cupels home. Ella was making dinner as I was looking myself in the mirror. I was beat up inside and the aches and pain was showing. Not physically but mentally. The game has changed and yet it seems as it was passing us by like a cloud on a sunny but rainy day. I kept trying to talk myself up and trying to actually care. But no such luck as I just felt useless. Like I didn't have it in me to compete in the ring. And yet I was letting down the family but I've always let down the family not because I failed at life but I just couldn't find my notch.
Raven" you can do this Alex! This isn't over till we say it's over. No this time we go to prime time!"
But who was I kidding I had no wins in my name was just dragged through the ringer as if I couldn't get out of the slump I was in. this is the lowest I have ever been and the only one I can blame is myself not to mitchon I let syth down. Just then Ella came leaning on the wall and spoke.
Ella" you know you can get out of this if you want your letting the failure get to you.
She was right I couldn't denie the facts but who in the world would believe it the performance I have been putting on but is this the finale curtin call on the career of raven trueblood?
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Post by ripley on Sept 14, 2019 22:32:38 GMT -6
A small campfire crackles as the sun sets in the distance. Ripley and Alice are sitting on a small wooden bench with a drink in their hand. Ripley seems to be looking off into the distance.
Alice: You seem pretty distant. Everything okay?
Ripley: Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just have a lot on my mind.
Alice: I imagine you do. You’ve got a pretty big match coming up.
Ripley: Yeah but it’s not just that.
Alice: Not starting to doubt yourself are you? You’ve had some pretty big wins recently so I know you’ll stay on a roll and win the cup.
Ripley grins and takes a sip of his drink.
Ripley: Well first thanks for the confidence but no, I’m starting to doubt. I’ve been thinking I have been doing this for a while now, wrestling I mean. Nearly ten years, right? More about nine but still just about ten years of my life has been traveling the world and fighting. It’s been pretty crazy at times. I’ve accomplished a lot along the way. Did a lot that I never expected to also.
Alice: I mean, you do have a tv show and no one really saw that coming.
Ripley chuckles.
Ripley: Very true. It’s just incredible to think about everything I’ve done and how long I’ve been doing it and yeah, I know there are people who’ve done it long but I never imagined I’d be going this long.
Alice: It's been an impressive run. Wait. What’s wit all this looking back? Don’t you dare say what I’m thinking you’re going to.
Ripley: What would that be?
Alice: That you’re thinking about retiring.
Ripley gives her a shocked and confused look then shakes his head.
Ripley: Oh god no. Alice, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink if you thought that’s what this is about. It’s a combination of things. After I put Mosh through a table his rambling about me being retired it just got me thinking about things. Mainly how I’m nowhere near ready to retire but also since the return of Mile High Wrestling and me coming back from a break I haven’t changed as much as I should have. I came out here to get away from everything and find myself again but I haven’t completed it. I came out here and built this cabin, refocused and cleared my mind pretty well just not well enough. The good news though is I think I know what it is I need to change.
Alice: Well I’m all ears.[/I]
Ripley: When I first started this I had no idea if I was going to be successful or not. Hell, there were mainly reasons showing I was going to fail completely but I stuck with it. When opponents questioned why they should even be fighting me I gave them plenty of reasons. Marched right to the ring and gave them hell. Soon enough it was clear that my hunger was real and I was going to be a champion. Was going to make a name for myself. The fans saw it and everyone backstage saw it. I earned respect from a lot of people. Even won over a few people I thought would never respect me. Of course I stumbled a few times. Teamed up with some people that weren’t the best crowd to be a part of. Showed I could be quite evil but those were important lessons on my journey. Even after I stumbled I still climbed the ranks and made accomplishments I never thought I would. Then coming back to Mile High Wrestling I’ve had a less than stellar win loss record but I’ve realized my mistake.
He takes a sip of his whiskey.
Ripley: After all this I became like those who disrespected me when I was starting out. I’ve given in to pride and arrogance and they have cost me. Everyone knows I’ll put up a hard fight but that original fire has died a bit. I’ve grown comfortable with what I’ve done and lost focus on what I’m going to do. This is going to stop. I have to be that Ripley that was a dark horse. The Ripley that each time was put up against a legend or in a match where the odds were clearly against him surprised everyone and did the impossible. That Ripley will win the cup this Sunday.
Alice: Damn right he will.
Ripley: So we have Mosh in this? I know he thinks he’s too good for me and that’s fine. I put him through a table so I don’t care. I do think he landed on his head too hard though after his Twitter rambling and thinking he’s going to win the Mile High Cup. His ego is definitely going to be checked in this match and I don’t mind if I’m the one doing it. It’ll feel a little good too if I’m the one to cost him the match.
There’s also Scythe who seems tough as hell. Think I’ve only been in the ring with him once but it was a great first impression. Honestly I kinda like the guy. Has a deep respect for nature which is highly lacking in today’s society. Wonder if we should invite him out here one day? Think he’d enjoy the scenery. Maybe he won’t be too mad after I win and that could happen. I’m definitely keeping an eye out for him in this match. He’s a dangerous individual and I’d be a fool to ignore him.
I've also been in the ring with Raven before. Just even more talent and a challenge in this match. I have no doubt that while he’s skilled he won’t stop me from winning the cup. He’ll try hard like everyone else but I’m fired up in a different way now and I’m aiming to beat everyone in this match. Raven will have to look for something else to accomplish.
Ripley grins slightly causing Alice to look confused.
Ripley: And what match wouldn’t be complete without a Shieldmaiden? I’ve danced with a few of them before and I can truly say that they are a tough bunch. How many of them are there anyway? Think I’ve lost count. The one I’m facing though is Becca. Also known as “Bruiser”. I know that if our paths cross in this match it’s going to be intense. She’s part of one of the toughest groups I’ve ever seen and I know she’d love to bring the cup to them and add to their groups list of accomplishments. Would be really impressive if she does it. Keyword if. I know facing her won’t be a walk in the park but I’m not a chump. I’m giving her everything I have and at the end of the day I’ll bring the cup to our little group.
Alice gives him a grin and nods.
Ripley: Another interesting part of this is going to be the team The Foundation. Wonder how long Kaito and Johnny will be able to work together? Will they try to make the match comes down to them or will one of them take the chance to screw the other? Truly will be interesting. I know the bond a tag team can form so I guess we will all see how strong theirs is.
Now Brandon Young I’m not too familiar with but I think this match will solve that problem. Seems he has a group he likes to run with but they won’t be any help in this match. I look forward to meeting him and showing him what I can do. That’s of course kick his ass in a spectacular way and walk out with that cup he’s also aiming for.
Then there’s Hayden Pearle. Never met in the ring or outside it before so this will truly be a fun experience. I always look forward to fighting new opponents because it’s one thing to watch what they can do and it’s another thing to experience it. I have the feeling that Hayden will think he knows enough about me from watching my matches but I’m about to hit him harder than reality.
Ripley starts to pace slightly looking concerned.
Ripley: I’m confident in my ability to win this tough match and I know I can prepare still for everyone named in this match but there’s that mystery participant. Who the hell is it? It could be anyone and none of us know. None of us have anyway of knowing. Only one that does is the boss himself. Even though this makes me nervous, I know I can beat whoever it turns out to be. Can’t prepare like any other time but this is the time to show that I can handle anything thrown at me.
At Mile High Spectacular Two I am going to reignite that fire I had when I first stepped in the ring. It’s time to stop looking back at what I’ve done and focus on what I’ve yet to do. Sunday I’m walking out as the first winner of the Mile High Cup. I know the odds are against me but I’ve never given up or taken the easy way out. I’ve always looked at my challenge and charged headfirst. I’m probably going to be pretty beaten and bruised but having that cup will make it worth it. Time to make history.
Ripley and Alice clink glasses and take a sip as the scene ends.
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