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Post by Admin on Sept 30, 2019 8:53:18 GMT -6
 The Rise Of The Phoenix Tournament
Round One Match
Azurine Vebbins vs "The Cold Hearted" Chris MoshRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, October 13, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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cmosh
MHW Superstar
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Post by cmosh on Oct 7, 2019 3:16:01 GMT -6
*We see Chris Mosh looking over a bunch of papers, as he knows looks at the cameras with a smirk on his face*
Mosh: I will talk about this is due time but first lets go with for the first time in Mile High Wrestling History Azurine Vebbins Verses Chris Mosh. This second time in Mile High Wrestling History that Azurine Vebbins and Chris Mosh will be in the same ring together. I mean a few weeks ago we were both talking about this. That we both have been here since day one and have never been in the ring together and now it has happened but we didn’t except the match that put us in.
*Chris Mosh shakes his head*
Mosh: see Azurine and me has a lot of things in common all leading up to this. We both hate and probable still do hate that little pussy Wavy
*Chris Mosh turns to another camera*
Mosh: any time you want to step foot in the ring with me again Wavy, I’m ready just get ready this time I won’t let you live.
*Chris Mosh turns back to the main camera*
Mosh: the other thing is we both were going to have a one on one match with Skrabz. Which went down the hill when Robbie of course got rid of the Phoenix Title, Which was of course one way of keeping me out of beating Skrabz, but instead of making it a three way between Skrabz, Azurine, and Me he added two other people in the match witch come on Azurine you know like me was unfair.
Last and finally we were both fan favorites but I finally figured that these people don’t care about me and soon Azurine you’re going to see it to.
*Chris now picks up the papers in his hand*
Mosh: know this is a bunch of holidays that land on are day we fight and the one that you brought up, I don’t think you got fully right. The International Day of Failure, see Azurine this to me means that people who are successful are going to fail, which if we look at it in this match, is you.
*Chris puts his hand to he chin as to look like he is thinking*
Mosh: Hmm you didn’t think about that huh; don’t worry Azurine, at least I was looking out for you. Now Azurine you might bring up how you didn’t win that match but you made it farther than me, which make you more successful, which mean when I beat you it will prove that I was right about International Day of Failure.
*Chris smirks*
Mosh: Now Azurine I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about Ripley because it is his day, I mean wonder how many people will get hit with the Mark of Failure, I mean he must be upset that he won his match by DQ, not only that but I mean he is a much more of a failure then me, but again another story for another day, so Azurine get ready for the day we finally go one on one because I’m going to be Cold Hearted to the core and move my way to round two of The Rise of the Phoenix Tournament
*Mosh smirks and winks at the camera*
Mosh: Chris Mosh Out
*The cameras freeze as the words “The Cold Hearted” Chris Mosh appear on the camera with Ice around his name*
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Post by azurinevebbins on Oct 9, 2019 14:25:08 GMT -6
International Day For Failure
A rarely reckless redhead changes behind her pristinely-positioned privacy curtain. Recording this particular promotional material appears to be one of those rare instances. Why? “The Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins blissfully broadcasts waving her upper unmentionable around like a starter scarf used for a 1950’s drag race. Stanton Enterprises Network and Mile High Wrestling should be commended in making sure a lavender censor bar is squarely placed over Mrs. Vebbins’ sternum.
Azurine Vebbins: Ample appreciations, folk. Azurine Vebbins up in here proudly providin’ her promotional material via privacy curtain. Specifically, I’m promotin’ a performance wid my “Chalk It Up as Corpsin’” Dance List contestant “Freeze Fibrillation” Chris Mosh. I say dis as chanters will be split between laughin’ wid lurid levity or bein’ comatose ’til dey crawl towards Concessions in da Concourse. Please view commercials for “Wrad of da Immortals” instead of dis somehow sanctioned contest should you be at home on October 13. Who knows? Maybe I might be placed as an extra on a future episode as “Distressed Damsel” or some-din’. Den again, dat’s a matter to mull wid Mister Stanton next time we’re eyes-to-glasses.
Speakin’ of eyes, I ask for absolute aversion from my upper unmentionable. Probably ponderin’ profusely ’bout pesky perkiness and tawdry, triflin’ titillation now, aren’t you? Snapmare out of it! Genius leave, I swear. Still fixated on what’s between my left pollex and index digit, eh? Cannot celebrate National No Bra Day dis Sunday considerin’ I’ll be coverin’ at least one boob. Could always catch a rerun of “Daddy Mack” or a rebroadcast of “Da Blind Royale: Pumpkin’ Spice Errr-din’” since dat debuts Friday night on da SE Network. Eider will be more memorable dan da monotonous merengue I have wid Mister Mosh.
Will give him credit for admittin’ he will advance in dis “Rise of da Phoenix” Tournament. A different week Chris’ claim would be rendered moot, mute, and misinformed. However, our clash falls on da International Day For Failure. If ever deyr was a foxtrottin’ chance for a fluke, den you lucked out. Bein’ professional, I will make certain our choreography contains competent, competitive cadence.
However, unlike previous weeks, I am disillusioned wid our dance’s decision. Pleasantness and Phoenix don’t go hand-in-hand for me. A. Got divorced by my first wife deyr. 2. My career’s credibility took a near critical collapse at Bullet’s hands deyr. C. You may receive a veiled veneer of victory and square off against whoever wins between Space Lord versus Saoirse “Psycho” Maguire. Plus, it’s more news-wordy if you score da biggest upset in dis entire tournament in da 1st Round dan myself advancin’ all da way to da Finals and “bitin’ da proverbial bullet” against Alex Carbajal again.
I hope you love dis lackadaisical lapse of logic, Christopher. Personally, dough, I’m expectin’ you shall gain success via countout. Again, while I cannot celebrate National No Bra Day for da reason I mentioned earlier...deyr’s always a possibility my supportive spouse packs indecent rin’ gear dat might rev da intimacy ignitions of dose in attendance. If a wardrobe malfunction causes me to not pass common decency and censorship, den deary me...it’d be grounds for dismissal via disqualification in my rulebook. Could also waltz to da backstage area should you attempt to deliberately damage certain clo-din’. After all, I am “Da Hardheaded Housewife” and while chanters may clamor…
The camera pans down as Azurine Vebbins’ hand finally drops her upper unmentionable. Upon recognizing herself sounding perturbed, the Camerasphere VRD focuses back onto her.
Azurine Vebbins: Seriously?! Eyes back up here. While chanters may clamor to view my vibrant voluptuousness…it won’t happen. It shouldn’t happen. No one except my wonderful wife will behold me in my bornday suit. And Mister Mack, sir, if you dare to have dat happen as some sort of ratin’s pull, I’ll seek litigation. Believe you me, I’ve done decently wid modest merchandise such as da Shush My Tush Cookin’ Apron and dose “Heels Over Head” G-Strin’s which have bode conveniently sold out again. Hence, I can skirt salacious, but deyr are limits.
Which brin’s me back to my dance wid “Bum Ticker” Chris Mosh. He’s reachin’ a limit of individuals who will turn da od-er cheek, view additional alternatives, and/or have deyr minds contemplatin’ ’bout Black Magic. It’s a one-person limit: yours truly. I’m viewin’ my trek into Talkin’ Stick Resort Arena as vacation. Why? It’s temporary, filled wid tourists, and soon enough I’ll be flyin’ home to be spooned by da my sugar swivels. Not to mention our next DrowDown a.k.a. Episode Twenty-Five takes place in sunny, scintillatin’, and sensational San Antonio and deyr awe-inspirin’ AT&T Center. Was always more of a San Antonio Stars gal dan a chanter for da pitiful Phoenix Mercury. Wid dat uttered, I should get changed and start makin’ lunch for my lovely lady.
The scene ends with Vebbins coyly covering up the camera lens to end signal transmission.
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