2nd January, 2019 15:46 PM EST New York City, New York Exact Location: Millennium Times Square New York (Room 42) Status: Off-Camera
The end of WrestleFest, a four day wrestling festival hosted by EWC, was the signal that a very overdue break had finally arrived. Suffice to say, Sam had taken advantage to go back to D.C. and make up for a lot of lost-slash-missed time with both Lio and Joseph.
Fun as Christmas had been, it was now over, as was New Year’s.
As such, the break was like the ones she’d had back in her school days; coming to a close far quicker than she preferred. But then again, it wasn’t all bad. Tomorrow, she had a chance to reclaim a belt she lost in Empire. The Extreme Championship, which was more or less the equivalent of the Mile High Hardcore Championship, to be specific.
Granted, she could give credit where it was due. And that came in the form of acknowledging that Austin Scott had won the strap fair and square. He hadn’t cheated which … was a bit amazing, if Sam had to be completely honest. He really had seemed like the type that needed to use his own ‘redo’ card, much like the Brix City Boyz had done against herself and Jackie.
But … no. That didn’t happen.
Alas, that was as far as her credit extended. She was very famished and eager to have that title back in her hands.
Before that, though … she was focusing on the here and now.
”Something on your mind?”
Orion quickly shook his head, a knowing grin appearing on his face.
”No, no. Duh, there is. So … more like what exactly is on your mind?”
”There we go. The golden question indeed. Well …”
A deep sigh passed Sam’s lips as she briefly glanced around, reminding herself of her surroundings. Her and Joseph were laying atop a hotel bed. With The Titaness currently taking a break from the gym, they had agreed to have some alone time. Prior to ten or so minutes ago, they had been talking.
Only after Joseph spoke up to Sam did she realize she must have zoned out.
”Maybe the best thing to ask is what am I not thinking of? But if I had to give some answers to you? I’m honestly thinking more so of Gabriel than Scott. Point blank, that’s going to be much tougher, and not simply because of the type of match. The opponent in question is also a pretty major factor.”
Joseph nodding, having seemed to already assumed such a thing. He looked seriously into his wife’s eyes, gently tilting her head to ensure she made eye contact as the next question left his lips.
”How are you feeling? Any better since … post Black Magic?”
Sam quickly nodded, her own grin widening.
”Actually, yes. And it’s not false bravado or anything. I truly am. There was a blessing that came with that last pay-per-view. It’s called the timing … and the fact I wasn’t booked against Ohio too quickly afterwards. In truth, had Rob decided to book me against him instead of Frost …”
Sam allowed the sentence to trail off and remain unfinished. Sure enough, Joseph gave another nod, hinting he understood the non-verbal implications that came with his spouse’s logic.
”Okay, good. I would ask what your battle plan is, but I know those can be forced to change in a heartbeat. So … how about for when you step inside the ring? I’m no shrink like Lio is, but I do know a few things about PTSD. I just …”
His fingers lightly tapped against the sheets as he tried to figure out how to voice his thoughts without risking sounding as if he were insulting his wife.
”They’re all different for everyone, but the fact is, anybody with PTSD has triggers. If it’s as simple as being in front of Gabriel … that could really work against you. So I guess my real worry is … do you have a way to keep your emotions in check?”
Sam nodded, though not nearly as quickly as before. Even still, it was noted that there was a considerable amount of confidence despite the pause in her response.
”I most definitely appreciate the concern, love. I think, though, if it was simply being near him? I wouldn’t have been able to enter the cage in the first place. It … wasn’t till he finally hinted he was gonna go through with what I used to deem an idle threat, and just …”
Sam snapped her fingers.
”Everything clicked. But when all was said and done? Nothing mattered. I was too slow. And worse off? I made a few miscalculations from … weeks, maybe even months, ago about him.”
At that, Orion rose an eyebrow, obviously curious on what Samantha was referring to.
”You’ll hear when I speak to him in the shoot. It … was honestly pretty fucking embarrassing, though. But I’m going to go in with more than the Throwdown Championship being what I’m hoping to walk out with.”
”Hmm? And what else do you hope to leave with?”
Sam merely smirked as she swiftly gave her response.
”A bit of this ‘new’ side of Gabriel in order to better help his old and more true self return. I definitely much prefer the bard over trauma. But then again, I’d like to hope just about anyone in a half-decent mindset would say that.”
”Be that as it may … you do realize that is actually pretty dangerous to attempt, right? Remember how you’ve told Lio going into your head isn’t always a smart thing? Would the same not apply here?”
Samantha tilted her left hand in the air.
”I get where you’re going, and in a technical sense, you’re sorta right. Simultaneously, it’s not the exact same as what you’re immediately fearing. I am going to go about this a different way. My way which, hopefully, will reach out to the true Gabriel when I talk to him. So … do me a favor with this one, will ya?”
”A favor, eh?”
Now it was Joseph’s turn to flash his wife an amused smirk.
”Not gonna make any promises, but I can see about trying.”
”Good enough for now. No pouncing on me while I do this, alright?”
An intrigued look mingled in with his already coy expression.
”Pounce you, huh? Am I going to want to?”
”Probably. And hey, we have wanted to … try some ‘new’ things out. It’d be a major win-win for you, so …”
Joseph chuckled softly, pressing his lips against Sam’s as he initiated a passionate kiss.
”You definitely got me curious. For now though … I think we can get any … desires out of our system here and now. That way, maybe I’ll be a bit less tempted to jump onto you.”
”Maybe indeed. I guess only time will --- mmff!”
Before Sam could finish her thoughts, Joseph kissed her again, this time including his tongue to help muffle her more. Clothes began quickly littering the floor as the couple began working on one another.
3rd January, 2019 6:16 AM EST New York City, New York Exact Location: Long Island Beach Status: On-Camera
The time flashing in the lower right corner helps reveal how it’s able to pan in on The Titaness … and not having people walking up to her and complaining her attire is ‘too revealing’, even if appropriate. She smirks, sitting across a simple towel, and simply allows the viewers to get a good, hard look at her.
A good nearly two to three minutes tick by before finally Samantha speaks up.
”Truthfully? It never dawned upon me until you first fought Psycho that you do indeed share the name of one of the four Archangels. And yet, here you reside … and as much as you’d love to insist both of your wings are black, we both know that’s not true. You know how I know that?”
Sam points downward.
”The boiler room. When we were in our own private version of Hell .. you showed it to me. The bard isn’t as dead as you maybe wish. At worst? He’s been silenced. But outright killed?”
Her head moves from side to side.
”Definitely not. You certainly do possess at least one black wing. No question about that. But I saw, even if for a few seconds, a single white one also. That hint was even more openly revealed when you couldn’t tear my clothes off me and go through with your original plans. You’re not weak. Far from it. Hell, this …”
Sam gestures to the swimsuit adorning her flesh.
”This is literally probably akin to toilet paper or something equally as frail. A few good rips … and you could expose me with no problems. But you failing to do so in the boiler room … that’s a sign. And that is what I’m going to use against you coming into this match.”
A stoic look finally appears on Sam’s face as she leans closer.
”I sincerely hope you’re not so foolish to think this will be a one-sided fight. You should know I’m better than that. But before I go too much further … I actually owe you something that is rare to earn from me. An apology.”
Her hands fall atop her knees as she nods sternly.
”You heard right. I did say originally you didn’t change. I found the footage when Joseph helped me create my own personal site.”
Sam scoffs, likely doing so to herself and the memory more than much else.
”Fuck sakes, that was … mortifying as all hell for me to hear. I … yeah. I admit. I made a grave mistake. My second? Thinking your words at Black Magic were nonsense and idle threats. But come the fifth of January?”
Sam’s head moves from side to side.
”There won’t be a third error on my behalf.”
Slowly, Samantha places her right finger atop her knee. She begins lowering it down, trailing along her leg and steadily working towards her foot.
”You … me … an Inferno Match. Rather fitting, considering you’ve steadily become your own modernized version of Frollo. Slightly younger, of course, but the premise is the same. A man who has a high position of some sort. For him, he was an Archdeacon. You? You hold the same name as an Archangel, and - if you feel the same as your 'comrades' - you may view yourself as a God, or something close to it. Whatever the case, though …”
Sam’s hand moves away from her leg as it points to the camera … then herself.
”You … are now finding yourself desperate. Wanting a woman you know you can’t have. And even if the intentions are for physical torment like Solomon Cain was hoping for … is that still not a sin all the same? Is that still not succumbing to lust, no matter how you slice it?”
A knowing grin appears as Sam’s hand falls back upon her body, this time just barely avoiding teasing her inner thigh.
”Way back in HcW, you tried to condemn and judge me for my own sins. Envy was the main one you pointed out. This … think of it as a similar thing. But I care not for the religious implications that come with what I’m revealing. On the contrary, it’s the fact we’re telling our own version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame --- just set in the United States and in 2020. But alas, if you stop to think about it, the similarities are there as well as the differences.
“You wouldn’t be completely wrong to laugh and think this means that, in the end, you’ll have me bested. But then … what version are we creating?”
Her smirk widens as Samantha ever so slowly leans closer.
”As you may or may not know, there’s the book Victor Hugo wrote … and then there’s the Disney film that was created. Now … here’s something that, admittedly, even I didn’t know until recently. Esmerelda only has one happy ending, and - naturally - it is in the Disney film. She does, admittedly, die in the book. She’s hung at the gallows by Frollo, in fact.
“But do you know what happens to him, let alone in either version?”
Sam’s hands stretch out and tilt so they mimic the shape of a scale.
”In the book, he’s pushed off of Notre Dame and plummets to his demise. He technically does in the movie, too; however, it’s after Esmerelda is saved from being burned at the stake. And, in all irony of ironies, he not only falls, but does so into a sea of fire. The gargoyles had been used as makeshift traps. Some of those included oil and fire, so … you could say Frollo had a trial by fire in the end of the flick.
“And that is, ultimately, what we’re going to have soon enough. Our own literal trial by fire.”
A brief pause lingers before Sam’s head tilts.
”If eyes are meant to be the windows to our souls, then maybe you should find one and take a long, hard look at yourself. Jackie asked this to the Brix City Boyz when we faced them to reclaim our Tag Team Titles, so now it’s my turn. When all of this is said and done, who are you going to be? Who is the monster and who is the man within you and, just as importantly, whom will I see when the bell rings at the end of the match, regardless of who leaves victorious?
“You don’t know, do you?”
Sam shrugs, her smirk widening.
”To be somewhat fair, I don’t know either. But I certainly know who I’m rooting for. And the fact you allowed me even five to ten seconds to see the bard still alive and well enough within you … is more than enough to give me ample hope that not all is lost.”
Another pause hangs in the air as Sam reaches behind her and pulls out something that had been kept from view. When she holds it up, we see it’s a lighter. Without saying a word, she activates it, holding the flame up towards the lens.
”Everyone remembers fire has the ability to snuff out and extinguish life, but you know what else it can do? It can create and bring things to life. Not just an actual fire, either, but a proverbial one. Be it one within our very hearts and souls … or something else. Regardless, fire can do more than just hurt a person. It can help them as well. And that’s exactly why … more than wanting to reclaim the Throwdown Championship - the very first strap I ever held in Mile High, more than wanting to yank it away from a member of Coven’s hands, more than wanting to earn a pure win against you … this match?”
The lighter turns off as Sam moves her thumb off and keeps her arms stretched out. She slowly stands up, now looking more like a cross.
”I want to help guide the fallen angel onto the path he strayed away from. Don’t misunderstand me, though. Everything else I listed before? I definitely want those also. You’re just my main priority. Even at the expense of being burned myself, yes. I do. No, it’s not simply because I’m a ‘good Samaritan’ nor even a half-decent human being, though at least the latter is true enough.”
Her head moves from side to side.
”It’s for an even simpler reason. Even before you dragged me away, prior to showing just how close you’ve begun to think and act like Frollo … I knew you were better than the man you have been as of late. Maybe not perfect, no. But even the bard you’re so desperately trying to keep locked away … he’s eccentric, at worst. Still, he doesn’t need to resort to tactics like abductions or even joining up with people like Coven. You’re both stronger, better than any of them. Coven is like a mask for you, even more so than the bandages you’ve been wearing since you got burned with acid by my sister, Psycho. Unfortunately …”
Sam nods at the lens.
”I saw immediately through it the moment you proved you sided with Coven. Let’s be real, if anyone from Coven's ‘Semper Fi’ will be the first to disappear, I wouldn't be amazed if yours will be one of the first. You literally don’t need nor owe any of them a single thing, least of all your loyalty. And even though I typically admire those who remain true with their ‘allies’ …”
”This would be one of the very, very few exceptions where I wouldn’t mind. Just because you truly are better than this new ‘Trauma’ persona you’ve created. But … I understand and acknowledge that you may very well not immediately go back to your true self even after the flames die down. So be it. I can wait. And in the midst of doing so, it’ll allow me to work on doing something else that I seldom offer people. In time … I will be willing to forgive you.
“Because … all those proverbs about forgiveness being stronger than hate?”
The Titaness gives a very stern nod.
”Very true story. I’ve been there, done that a few times where I’ve refused to forgive. You honestly saw it a bit during me and Snakebite’s encounters. I even got to a point where I, myself, damn well nearly became a monster like him.
“But I fought and overcame it … because I am better than that. Now … it’s your turn to do the exact same thing. It will definitely not be easy, but really, nothing in life is.”
Samantha leans back down, picks the lighter back up, and pushes down once more to light it up.
”I could have left Mile High right after you dragged me away. I could have gone straight to Rob and said ‘Nope! I refuse to repeat this bullshit!’ and quickly left, forcing Bandit to choose another partner in the process. But I didn’t because … the only things you broke were my fingers. My spirit and will power? You will never get rid of those, and if anything I’m saying here and now isn’t proof enough? Then me walking in a few days and willingly facing you will, hopefully, be all you need to see.”
The Titaness glances down at the lighter, staring right at the small flame. Her gaze stays downward as she pipes up again.
”The Bard or Trauma. The monster or the man. We’ll see whose will is truly stronger by the end of our fight and will begin to truly emerge. No matter what happens though, we will indeed tell a tale. But it won’t likely be the one you’ve already written out or drawn, much like you showed to Zombie. I’m nowhere close to dead, nor wanting to give up so you can crucify or do whatever you wish with me. I’m still here! Still standing! Still very willing to kick your ass and earn a clean win!
“That’s right! I’ll also confess I don’t really count the W during our Fatal Four Way in HcW, just because Jonny D had to get his nosy ass involved and distracted you! But this time … there won’t be any crap like that. It’ll just be me, you, the ring, and the flames surrounding us.
“That being said, I’ll apologize in advance. You will indeed get a kiss, but it won’t be from my lips. The flames will be the closest and most intimate thing your body will receive. What we’re about to do - at least from my behalf - isn’t because I’m a crazy, sadistic bitch. It’s love, tough love at that matter. And if the right way to help you is to hurt you and see about giving you a needed wake-up call? That’s exactly what I’ll do. This would have applied with or without the Throwdown Championship being put on the line, but the fact it’s up for grabs? That simply makes all the time I’ve waited to even try to hold it once more that much sweeter.”
Sam finally lets the flame disappear for good. She leans down, picks up the towel and - after shaking any lingering sand off - drapes it over her shoulder.
”Through the fire and the flames, we carry on indeed. I’ll see you soon, Gabriel.”
After the lens follows The Titaness for a few brief seconds, it quickly flickers off, much like how the flame abruptly died out. With that coming to an end, the promo does too.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2020 23:55:38 GMT -6 by Deleted: Added in a forgotten sentence. Everything else is the same.
Post by Gabriel Ohio on Jan 4, 2020 0:28:42 GMT -6
~: …Purity… :~
Once again, the words spoken, all lies.
Broken promise leading to broken wills. Now you run away? Run, little rat, scurry away into the sewer which you call home. Bury that broken mind in the excrement of society. Maybe you will find something down there you clearly are lacking,
You can drown in your sorrows and you can take sanctuary in solitude, but they will always find you, the cackling of your demon’s laugh will echo as they chew on your fragile sanity.
This is the burden you must carry and it is my gift to you. Along with the fact I allowed you to walk away.
Your destiny is not fulfilled and your adventures have not ended here Wendy, for you were walking a path and I beg you to continue walking it. I told you to look deeper and I hope you heard it, for you still have a part to play in this game. I am sure if you are in any way competent you will see through this smoke and find the answers you seek, for they are just one of the keys to this lock.
In the meantime, this trinket I took from you, I will keep it warm, very warm. In fact, it is about to get a whole lot hotter.
Fire. Mesmerising. The way it flickers and dances, luring you in with the kiss of its warmth, unjudging, it does not discriminate. No one is immune to the flickering flame. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire.
For eons, fire has been used to threaten and purge. It has its fiery grip around every living thing, grasping the throat and occasionally it will squeeze tighter. It has but one code, one rule it lives by. Everything burns. And this trinket you seek, Samantha, will be the tinder on which you too, will burn.
It seems fate has a sense of humour. The way it entwines itself around us, we tear each other apart, and for a long time we were apart, but look what happens when fate becomes bored, his favourite source of entertainment is anarchy, so thus, we meet again on this well-trodden road, except this time, we have fires to play with, yet they told us never to play with fire.
Every child is taught this simple concept. Yet they now poke us with a stick with marshmallows alit, tempting us. There is a huge irony in this. Know what it is? Only a person with a cold heart can burn another. So which part of the yin yang are you?
Just how much faith are you putting into the flame, little girl? Does your fire shine bright enough to pierce through my darkness? What happens when your fire burns out?
Darkness consumes everything. Darkness always wins. For even the sun burns on borrowed time.
Do not fear darkness. Instead show gratitude for the beauty it gives us. Find yourself peace within it, and admire the beauty within the darkness. Forget your grief, for you are safe within the realms of beauty, here to guide you to peace in comfort. Use the darkness as a place for simple contemplation, and an escape from reality to be alone in comfort. For darkness can be bad, but can also hold many wonders and secrets for you to explore, this is the darkness, it is betrothed to everyone and everything.
The sooner you accept that, the sooner you will be free.
Darkness is the best friend you could ask for. Never says a word against you nor abandon you. Darkness is always there with you. Without darkness there could not be no light.
Yet what is more cruel? Every piece of literature will express that light is the good and dark is the evil. God and Satan. Michael and Lucifer. Allah and Iblis. To name but a few.
Yet light is what exposes the flaws, it allows you to be judged by exposing your fragilities. It lets others point and laugh and stone you. They exile you. Light might not judge you but it will abandon you. Darkness could never leave you.
And neither would I.
I promised I would take you away. All you had to do was ask. Did you ever wonder why?
Why? Why you?
Do you remember what it was like to be a child, Sam? To be so full of energy, hope? Running through the grass, skipping stones with no worries about whatever horrors tomorrow may bring.
What happens, Sam? What is it that changes a man or woman? Children have such frail little minds and when these frail little minds are struck by the cold hands of life it makes them different. Why you, Sam? I have done a lot of bad things to people, Sam, and I have gone to war with very powerful men and woman. And along my journeys I have noticed something about them. There's a constant:
No matter how tough or how mean they thought they were, no matter what they'd been through in their lives, Sam, they all screamed.
And so will you.
Again. What's the matter, Sam? You afraid of the dark?
So, again, why you? A very simple reason. I can read you like an open book. You walk around constantly with a chip on your shoulder, constantly trying to raise the bar, constantly seeking acceptance. Why? So, you can swell your chest and stand atop of the mountain and stare at your kingdom and watch the bard sing courtly melodies?
There is a side to you Sam, that likes being beyond the veil. Yes, you paint an image amongst friends but I know how to crack your Di Vinci code. There is desire in your heart and that is most dangerous of all. You want to be the one with the scalpel. You want to be the one sculpting the flesh. You want to be free of societies code. Why follow a code when you can create your own?
Back in HcW, all the things that happened to you, Snakebite has his coils all over you. The damsel in distress. Or at least that was the mask you are wearing. The difference is, you wear a mask to conceal your true feelings but you can see my bandages. I do not use mine to hide, but you, why hide what you long to embrace? Will your sisters shun you like the black sheep?
Push back and open the veil, but there is an admission price.
Back when I was locked away HIS mind, I saw my opportunity. When Psycho was during her very best to eliminate Gabriel, thus setting me free, it was I, who was laughing, it was I who begged for more with each cackle. It was bliss! The ecstasy! Arousing! Then you came.
You stood out amongst your sisters and you stopped her. That was your mistake. Now one by one your sisters are falling by my hand.
Zombie ran away. Bruiser choked on her words and took to the safety of Ammo.
I will admit I wanted to save you for last, just so HE can watch the steps I walked and then the last step of stomping on your throat. Then I sensed his emotions. That’s when you became more, interesting. I took you away. I gave you a tiny sample. Now all of that is yours to taste. All you have to do? For your initiation?
The fire will purge. Like I said. It does not discriminate. This is a mere entry level of the weapons that you will find beyond the veil. Burning is for the limited imagination, but it will serve the purpose.
Burn me. Give me the trauma. The screams will call to you. They will seduce you; they will give you what you desire. The most amusing thing about this? You already know it. And if you do burn me? The trinket will be yours and in this cruel sense of irony? You will prove that I am right.
So, in the end, regardless of the outcome. I win.
Our roads maybe intertwined, but it has to end somewhere. If you embrace this opportunity, then the rewards are bountiful. Now to embrace the elephant in the room.
The Gabriel you faced before is dead.
He cannot and will not save you. He lies in an unmarked grave and will forever be a meal to the worms. You walk down that path and I will EXTINGUISH you. Some doors should never be opened and if you do then trespassers will be executed. I will kill you...But not fast. Slowly...Oh, so slowly. I would also advise you to tell your sisters not to interfere. For their sake.
And so, it shall come to pass. One of us will be maimed. I could use a few more scars. I still have some blank canvas left. It is funny to think that in all of this I am considered the villain of this story. Yet in reality, I was born as a victim. Maybe one day my origin story can be released. That is down to Zombie, once she stops feeling sorry for herself. I may have just said too much. But was it deliberate?
When the lines between villain and hero become blurred, then the story becomes so much more interesting.
But the flame doesn’t care. Everything…..burns.
There is such beauty in a flame. It holds no prejudice. Anything can burn; you just have to find the right spark. Mountains must crumble. Oceans must boil. Everything that they have built must be turned to ash. But we are all just slaves to judgement. It is judgement that tells you that you must survive. It is judgement that tells me to adapt. And it is your judgement, Sam, that tells you it is right to fear me. But it is not the fear that sets us apart, Sam, it's the distance they're willing to go. And where we're going, nobody ever comes back.
So, Sam. In this story you get to write the ending. Are you a villain? Or are you the hero?
Your actions will decide for you. Everyone is a moon and has a dark side, which they never show to anybody. Until now, you will.
Every face has its own value The one you hide behind's the most see-through Face behind to see where you've been to Take some time to learn what that shows you Don't be scared to turn for help from me. Pure and free I can run with you Far and free I will run with you Wild and free I will run with you I will run with you. I will see you soon.
Do not disappoint.
Trauma awaits one of us in that match, but if you do not deliver it, there are two others that can suffer the trauma instead, here is a hint, they currently both wear wedding rings. Is that enough incentive for you? You get the first move and the last.
Thy will, be done.
And like I said. Either way.
The blacked out camera burns, Gabriel's laugh can be heard, the audio feed lasts a little longer, before leaving us with a final sentence:
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6