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Post by Admin on May 30, 2018 16:01:21 GMT -6
***THE MAIN EVENT***
Tag Team Main Event Match
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton and "The Prankster" Lara Bratton
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Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton and Skrabz Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 6, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 6:01:15 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 10:37:20 GMT -6
31st May, 2018
11:41 AM
Denver, Colorado
Anytime Fitness "Wrong, wrong, wrong, annnnnnnnd .... wrong!" Samantha is inside one of the local Denver gyms, finishing up a round of weight-lifting. Standing up from the machine, she reaches over, grabbing her nearby towel, and wiping some of the sweat away from her face. "I won't lie about one thing; for a good few hours, yes, I was very pissed about the outcome of the match. Crying however? Nah. Never did that. No loss has made me do that, in fact. The result is what you see now. I keep working, improving myself. Come up with strategies and realize what I need to work on. But, as you can see, I'm over it. You two now, since your daughter was dumb enough to intervene - forget something. I'm a fighter. I don't quit. If I did, I would have done so a very, very, very long time ago. I know how wrestling works. I know the risks involved with every single match, and have been in a good chunk of them. And no, I don't think I'm some online celebrity or whatever. I am, however, your opponent, regardless of whether you like it or not. You saw first hand last night that failure to keep a decent handle on your concentration led to some very dire results." Flashing a confident smirk, she walks into an empty ring holding a lone ring and water bottle already set atop a chair. No doubt booked by The Titaness herself. As she sits in another chair, Sam reaches over and pulls her phone over. "In fact, Candi - I wasn't incorrect. Re-watch that entire match - and you'll see that in all honesty, Issac did far more damage to me. You though? You couldn't even execute your finisher on me. And even if you did?" She shrugs, chuckling. "I've already told ya; no one has made you tap. No one. Not professionally nor when I was underground. Never once in seven years. So, if you wanna disregard the damage output part, then I'll just skip to the more important ones. Maybe not from me but, the point is, you were out cold, Candi. Not just once - twice, I'm almost certain.
Either way, I remained conscious the entire match." Sam takes a moment to pause and retrieve something else; a notebook. After quickly jotting her points down, Samantha begins to resume her analysis. "While you were taking your naps and-slash-or breaks, I was fighting. Hell, I even broke out of handcuffs because that's how strong my will to fight is. I already said it once, but since you're as intelligent as our President, I'll repeat myself one more time." At this, her voice slows down as The Titaness pipes up once again. "I. Have. Been. Against. Opponents. Like. You." Her volume returns to normal as her smirk widens. "And given how things went down, it's more clear to me about some other points. You're not that special, Candi. Shit, you couldn't win without crying and whining for your own daughter to come over and save your sorry ass. Issac tried to resort to his homies or whoever they were. Me? I didn't need people. Just the weapons I showed off in my promos. Once again, you set up an unfavorable condition. And all because you knew you couldn't do jack shit on your own." She raises a finger, as if a thought came to her. "You've been getting your way thus far. In industries like this, however, you will not always get what you want. And while yes, this was a No Disqualification match, the fact you and your little girl had to resort to that kinda bullshit screams volumes to me. Mainly that you're as weak as I correctly observed." Samantha's gaze is shifting from right at the lens to back down at her notebook. The camera, however, remains focused on The Titaness all the while. "Since you're now a part of this, let me thank you for bringing Fight Union up. See, Lara, this is another saving grace I have against your mom. The match you pointed out? It was almost the exact same - with the exception of different opponents, obviously. Otherwise, though, it was the same thing. That being said, Lara, you can vouch that this is a trend with Fight Union and the most recent match." Sam's smirk widens as she points to herself. "Dumb fucks, I wasn't the one pinned in either of those matches. Poor Issac has to wear the shame of being beaten by your mother. Not me though. And no, that isn't just me being a sore loser. It does mean something. You're both wrestlers, so you should know." Finally, The Titaness stands up and enters the ring. "Alas, we're about to start from square one. Meaning back to matches where disqualifications can happen. I'm fine with this. It's you, Candi, who needs to be smart. You tempted fate and nearly stupidly got yourself eliminated via disqualification from most of your matches. I'm not gonna remind you of those moments because they're another thing you should know. So ... if you and your bratty child still wanna try to play dirty, do it. See what it earns you." Samantha lightly bounces in the ring, clearly warming up and preparing. Her words temporarily switch, as they're now aimed at Joseph. "Yo! How much longer till they're supposed to arrive?" "Soon enough. Twenty more minutes, give or take." "Good, good. So, Brattons, the moral of this promo? You're exactly what I thought you were. Especially against me; nothing. And that's what's gonna happen this next week. I'm going to absolutely wreck the both of you - with or without help. You're not the only one unaccustomed to tag matches also, Candi. But like with any match, I can - and will - adapt. Oh, and before I completely change where my attention is -- Lara? Go fuck yourself. Just because you've seen me lose two titles, that don't mean shit about my actual record. And it's just like I told your mom. Streaks die, sometimes easier than people. She's not gonna keep that title forever. So prepare to be embarrassed for her whenever it does change hands, regardless of whose they go into. And now ... over to you, Skrabz." Sam ceases jumping and begins stretching. "I'm not gonna sugar coat this. No point. I'm not happy being paired with you. If you think I didn't hear that lame-ass comment about not being in the main event and shit in your own promo, you're mistaken. You're not much better than Candi, honestly. Another whiner. The main difference? You can at least hold your own - and do so without cheating or complaining like our Mrs. Wannabe Trump does. So ... I'll cooperate if you will. Or, if you wanna walk out?" Sam shrugs. "Fine by me, frankly. I've had worse than Triple Threat matches, in the sense of them being more brutal and with more people. However, you're also a prideful bastard. I've seen it myself, especially in the way you hold yourself. So ... I think we can both agree we want this victory, yes? Let that, if absolutely nothing else, be what allows us to coexist. After that? We do what we want. There is, somewhat annoyingly, one thing I do agree with Candi on. Katrina is absolutely right - you don't deserve the contendership. Not yet. Later, sure. But for the very first PPV? Nope. There either needs o be a proper match for that or it should go to someone like me, Anya, or Issac. That's how these procedures work. And hell, there's more than enough time to come up with a proper contendership match!" Her head shakes in disappointment. "And of all the people, I thought you would have known that the best, Rob. Jesus. You should, after all. We left a place where people randomly got undeserved title shots, remember? I didn't think you were trying to copy HcW. I thought you were trying to do something amazing. So either get your shit together, or let your wife take over. Because she's already got a better sense of how your first PPV should be looking instead of you." As the door opens, Sam looks over and grins. "I'll see the three of you soon enough. Just remember; creation, fall, redemption, restoration. I already went through steps one and two. Time for me to achieve number three - and that starts with the defeat of the Brattons. Yo! About time you fuckers got here! Come on in and let's do this shit!" Before an exact number of individuals or their faces can be seen, the camera shuts off.
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Post by Skrabz on Jun 1, 2018 11:55:09 GMT -6
It ain't a ting bruv
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 30/5/2018
Time: 12.03am
Skrabal walks through the door of his motel room and drops his bag to the floor then kicks of his footwear. He grabs a couple of beers from the fridge as he passes it then sits down on a chair, its faded fabric expels a puff of dust as he leans forward and pulls off his socks . He twists the cap off the bottle and brings it to his lips only to rapidly pull it away when the amber liquid flows over the stitched laceration in his lip..
He walks to the kitchenette and opens one of the three small drawers, inside among the cheap cutlery and discarded junk left behind by past renters of the room he sees a single red straw and a tatty ripped yellow paper cocktail umbrella looking back up at him. He looks down at his bare feet and laughs, he takes the straw out, rinses it under the tap and slides it inside the neck of the beer bottle.
He drags the coffee table from it's position next to the bed closer to the chair and sits back down. With the straw placed in the corner of his mouth he sips at his beer then reaches forward for his pad and pencil.
He puts the pencil and pad down and picks up his beer, he shakes his head at the straw and pulls it out and throws it on the table then quickly drinks whats in the bottle. He puts the second bottle back in the fridge before loading a bed time bong hit.
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: 30/5/2018
Time: 10.15am
After finishing a breakfast of far too many soft boiled eggs and a bowl of porridge oats Skrabal picks up his phone and makes a video call to Ty. The call rings for a while and when it is finally answered it is Nash whose face appears on the screen.
"Shit fam, look at your mush." are the first words out of his mouth.
"It ain't a ting bruv." replies Skrabal after kissing his teeth.
"It look like a ting to me fam. Man's busted, I saw you all covered in claret there." replies Nash showing a hint of a smile.
"Allow it, man got the dub, that's all that matter." Skrabal says dismissively.
Nash places the phone down on a surface in front of him opening up the view to show Quiet Man sitting next to him on the sofa. Within seconds Ty walks over and leans on the back of the sofa, smiling as always.
"My G! Two weeks in and look atchoo, on your way to top already, pay per view bidness." exclaims Ty proudly.
"Yeah, yeah. Standard." Skrabal quietly replies, sounding distracted.
"Well you ain't sound too bout it fam." Says Nash inquisitively.
"Nah, man's about it. It's just.. I dunno it ain't feel right." Skrabal replies
"Whatchu mean?" asks Ty
"The whole ting feel off to me, the bossman and Titaness, that fucking nod. Feels like bossman's trying too hard fam but I ain't wanna say too much right now." answers Skrabal
"Good! Coz you sounding like a real fuckin dickhead fam." snaps Nash.
"Just chill bredda, take it as it come and keep on ya toes, ya seen?" says Ty somewhat compassionately.
"Man a do that, standard. I'm a keep what you said in mind bredda but still I'm a speak on it all soon anyway." Skrabal replies.
"Seen, we up here in the studio so I'm a have get off fam, we busy, but keep in touch." says Ty
"Aight, Toll." says Skrabal.
"Toll." replies Ty.
Skrabal places his phone on the table and feeling inspired by recent events and after hearing that Toll Gang are back in the studio he picks up his pad and pencil, sits down and starts scratching at a page.
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Post by Skrabz on Jun 5, 2018 14:29:28 GMT -6
Location: Skrabal’s motel room, Denver, Colorado
Date: June 5 2018
Time: 2.18 am
The scene opens with an extreme close up view of Skrabal's stitched lip.
“I ain't even mad fam.” Says Srakbz as he pulls the phone back and leans forward to prop it up on the table in front of him.
Skrabal leans back in to his seat as he speaks with a smile on his face.
“The gyal dem love some scars innit, and I ain't ever had any trouble there anyway so it ain't a ting. I’m a see you one day still though, prolly, but for now I seen you’d rather stay emotional on twitter and ya gone dug yaself a hole with Ricky Stanton so I’m a leave you to that.”
He leans forward and reaches for something out of the camera's view. When he leans back again he holds an open bottle of beer in his left hand. He takes a drink from it before continuing.
“Speaking of being emotional on twitter, it seem since episode three that everyone wanna tweet… about man like Skrabz.“
He smiles and takes another swig from the bottle of beer.
“Oh yeah don't think I ain't seen you all letting ya finger tips run wild pon the screen there. Man might not tweet all that often but he read ya. Brandi, Titaness, the bossman wife, shit even the bossman there gone mentioned man on a blog tip. Talkin about unappreciative… it ain't that fam, trust. I’m a put it in English for you though.”
He quickly finishes what's left of the beer.
“I ain't know if I trust you.”
He leans forward and places the now empty bottle out of shot, when he leans back in to his seat he has a fresh bottle in his hand.
“I ain't know if I trust you and what’s worse is every time I start thinking you a stand up dude you go sit down on some bitch shit.”
He twists the cap of the fresh bottle of beer and takes a few swigs before continuing.
“I know whatcha all thinking. Ya thinking “Skrabal on a dickhead ting” coz how I ain't trust man when he made me the number one contender?”
He takes another few swigs from the bottle.
“I'm a tell ya, one time.”
He finishes the beer and places the empty bottle on the floor next to the chair he sits in.
“Man knows all about the bossman history with a certain chick but let me tell ya, it ain't no rumour mill shit. Skrabz aint about gossip fam, man deals in facts and I seen the shit with my own eyes. Ya see before I sent my tapes to you at MHW man like Skrabz was on the verge of signing with Hardcore Championship Wrestling.”
He pauses briefly.
“I kept a real close eye on tings for a while and man seen a lot of stuff he aint like in HCW but you wanna know the main reason why I aint sign they contract? The shit aint really relevant but it aint hard explain either, man could explain it in depth with just a snake emoji but I’m a go ahead and spell it out in two words for ya… Lance Mikes.”
He pauses.
"I seen a lot of other man that don't wanna work for man like Lance too. The bossman, The Titaness, shit I even seen man like Deuce Holmes over there but you know I had to play ignant last week on a who is he tip. Deuce, on the real, you owe me for those boots fam them shits ain't cheap."
He leans forward again reaching for something out of shot. He leans back into the shot with another bottle of beer in his hand.
“Point is bossman I know your HCW history with The Titaness, first hand, and like man said every time I think you on the level you go falling over, tripping on some bullshit. And The Titaness always involved.”
He twists the cap off the bottle of beer.
“First it was your lil cosplay stunt there on episode two, that had man wondering about you to be real witchu but then you apologized and explained the shit so I fell back. Then you went and made yourself the referee for the title match and yeah you called it as close to down the middle as ya could given the fuckeries occurring left, right and center so props to you on that one.”
He leans his head back and tips a good three quarters of the beer down his throat.
“But what's all this shit about leaving ya wife in charge at the next show? Blad, you been accused of playing favourites but ya wife already done said if it was up to her she’d give The Titaness another title shot and now you’ve gone put her in a position where she in charge.“
He finishes what little is left of his beer and places the empty bottle on the floor next to the other empty bottle.
“The shit suspect to me fam but I’m a chill and see how it play out for now. I just had to lay it out for you on some real shit since you wanna go blogging on man.”
He pauses again.
“But if you ask me the bossman all ready know this anyway and that's why he done left his wife in charge and it's also why he made this lil tag match. But I ain't about to play these games fam, man's about this, standard! So I'm a be on the level and catch another dub on my way to the title and me and Sam ain't have any problems if she about it too.”
He leans out of the shot once again and this time when he leans back in he holds a fresh rolled joint and a lighter in his hand, he throw the joint up in the air and catches it in his mouth. He lights it and takes a few good hits before continuing.
“But Sam I'm a tell ya one time that ya need to allow all this gassin' about man don't deserve his shot, all this nonsense and foolishness about how it should be you or Anya or Issac. All this talk about contendership matches has to stop now, bun that. Shush! You had ya chance and ya blew it, all off ya blew it.”
He laughs and plays with the lighter while taking a couple more hits on his joint.
“But me and you Sam, we ain’t have a problem if you play ya position. So we can either get this tag match done, bun the Brattons and catch us a dub, get you some momentum going… Bitch I can make you matter and then we go on our ones or we can do suttin else. It's up to you but you ain't getting that title work, nah, never that. This is my time! I know it, you know, everyone know it. “
He leans forward out of the shot again and returns minus the joint but holding another bottle of beer.
“But you show me what you about in this lil tag ting and ya keep workin' hard and man like Skrabz might just hook you up with a title match soon enough.”
He twists the cap off the bottle and quickly drinks all it holds inside. He places the empty bottle on the table, just out of shot and returns to the shot with the joint firmly grasped between two fingers on his right hand.
“Ya-nah now I getsta thinking on that tag team ting again and a think the the bossman might a gone done me a solid. On some wingman shit. Ya done know he seen me tweeting about that dark haired pale skin ting last week, I even seen him on a retweet tip with it, and now he done hooked me up with another dark haired pale one for next week. “
He smiles and winks then blows a kiss at the camera.
“Ya-nah I would say I ain't wanna hurt ya but on the real Lara you look like ya get down like that, so after I pin you or ya mother in the middle of that ring how about I take ya back to my motel room and pin you against a wall or suttin? What ya saying Prankster? Ya gonna show man a few tricks or what?”
He smiles arrogantly and then sneers.
“Man like Skrabz’ll put the D in ya Daddy issues more than three times for ya, trust!”
He leans back in his chair laughing.
“Speaking of ya pig mother , you were right about one ting Candi, man like Skrabz is a proud piece of crap but as for unproven… shit they say the proof in the pudding so I'm a sure you gone find it eventually. If not I’m a shove it down ya throat for your come Wednesday anyway so you get a taste of it soon enough fam.”
He leans forward in his seat.
“A lot of people on that shit though, all saying the same ting and if you ask me every single of ‘em scared. Man like Skrabz got every single of one of ‘em shook coz they all know that if man was on it from episode one I would a been the champ already, standard!. The shit soon come though and man might not be known for delaying his gratification but I’m a wait till Phoenix and then I’m a snatch what’s mine.”
He relights his joint and takes a few deep pulls on it.
“And ain't none a you all bitching and tweeting gonna stop that from happening, trust!”
He takes another couple of deep pulls on his joint and exhales the smoke at the his phone's camera as he leans forward.
The video ends.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 17:14:31 GMT -6
5th June, 2018
12:30 PM
Denver, Colorado
Magness Arena "Pride. Easily my biggest Vice and, ironically, what tends to help me the most in matches. One of them, anyway. There's also things like experience and such. Buuut point made, yes?" Sam is standing in the center of the arena as the camera pans in on her. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she resumes speaking. "I would have gotten something up sooner, but I wanted to see if my designated partner would have a word or two first. He's not the only one having an issue with trust. That being said, Skrabz, since you've - apparently - seen my entire history with Snakebite ... you should know exactly why I'm iffy on this match. It was during a tag where I got betrayed the worst." Sam takes a deep breath, slowly nodding to reassure herself. "I said it once, so I'll repeat myself again. I'll play nice if you will, Skrabz. So, like I thought, you're a prideful man too. You want this win as much as me. Good. That's all I need at this very moment." Her teeth temporarily latch onto her lower lip as she adds one last thing after thinking it over. "You also should know ... whatever me and Rob had back in HcW? Gone. We both opted to come here - begin this in his case - with a clean slate. If he really wanted to play favorites, he would have come up with a way to declare me the first champion even with unfavorable odds and circumstances. He didn't. He only did everything that was necessary - from forcing outside interventions to leave, checking if people were gonna tap, making 3 counts, shit like that. Like you said, you didn't trust Lance Mikes. It took me a while to realize I didn't either; but when it hit, it hit me real hard. Rob is one of the few people from HcW I can say I completely trust. Maybe not agree with in some decisions ... but I know they weren't fueled by favoritism or any of that shit. And no, I'm not sucking up because I called him out in my first promo. I'm being very sincere. Plus, since HcW was brought up, figured I may as well clear the air for a bit." The Titaness begins doing some light stretches while standing in the ring now, shifting her attention. "Just like our President, you're a fucking idiot, Candi. Why would I pussy out of this match, huh? It's true I may not gain much more aside from a win here, but I have nothing to lose. Sure, you can't lose your title until the first PPV but you've got a lot more to lose than me. Your pride may legit kill you if your heart doesn't first. Why? Because you wouldn't be able to handle a loss. I can tell you're that kinda fighter." Her eyes roll as Samantha snickers. "Sorry, not sorry, but that's how wrestling goes! You win some, you lose some, and in the rarer cases, you come out in a draw. That's why I keep fighting. Regardless of the outcome, I always find ways to improve myself, as well as to find challenging opponents. It's also the reason no loss has ever made me cry. A few have angered me at worst. But sent me on the verge of tears and made me consider quitting? Never." Her head shakes again as Sam sighs softly. "I'm not sure what to say to you or your stupid daughter. Neither of you are very good at listening. And I hate repeating myself too many times. But, think I may have to. Once again, Candi, you're blatantly underestimating your opponents. And while it's been true you've been able to back it up before, it doesn't change what you're doing is unwise. We're going back to a type of fight where disqualifications can happen. So, if you want an easy loss, then try to poke me in the eyes. See what it'll earn ya - and then see that, despite such a feat - I'll still keep fighting. Same with you and your mist, Lara. I'm not afraid of either of you bitches. Just know that since me and Skrabz have agreed to give it our all to beat the living hell outta you both, that's exactly what we're going to do. For once during your stay in Mile High Wrestling, you'll taste defeat, humiliation - the same shit you thought you gave me - and maybe even some humility. You'll see you're not as invincible as you think. Consider it a premonition that you will lose your title, regardless of whom it ends up going to. You got a decent reality check from me and Issac. Now it's time for your second one, so that's exactly what you're gonna get." A sly grins spreads over Sam's face. "If neither of you are in Denvver yet, may wanna haul ass. It'd be mortifying for you to do all this tough talk, only to fail to arrive on time. I'll see all of you soon. You too, Skrabz, since we're partnered up for this." Sam pushes herself away from the ropes and begins exiting the ring. The camera follows her for a few seconds ... before she stops and turns around. "I will give you credit for one thing, Skrabz, and it's something I already hinted in my first video. You can back yourself up. One of these days, I'd like to go toe to to with ya. We'll see what our fates have in store for us, yeah?" The Titaness gives one last wave before pivoting yet again. This time, the camera shuts off, fading away to black.
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