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Post by Admin on Jun 6, 2018 16:00:13 GMT -6
Tag Team Match
Forge and RJ Mitchell
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"Next Generation" Luke Corvo and Emily Falls Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 13, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 10:01:57 GMT -6
***EMILY FALLS IS ON THE TOP ROPE***
Emily Falls: I'm goin' for the Moonsault!
A FEW FANS CHANT
Fans: Moonsault! Moonsault!
EMILY SMILES CONFIDENTLY
SHE DOES THE MOONSAULT
Emily Falls: Yahoo!
MOM, DAD, JENNIE, ASHLEY, AND CARLA ARE ALL SITTING IN THE FRONT ROW SEATS
Mom: You can do it, Emily!
Ashley Falls: Ah yeah! A Moonsault on their faces!
ASHLEY DANCES IN FRONT OF HER CHAIR
SHE GETS PULLED BACK ON BY MOM
Mom: Shhhhhh! My baby's gonna win!
EMILY FALLS DOES THE EMILY FALL
Emily Falls: Whooooooosh!!!!!
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2
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DING DING DING
Mom: Oh my goodness! My baby!
SHE STARTS SOBBING ON DAD'S SHOULDER
Dad: Um, don't worry, um - dear. It's - it's all right.
DAD LOOKS AROUND THE ARENA NERVOUSLY
HE IS VERY EMBARRASSED
Emily Falls: Yeah!
Mom: She made it without throwing up!
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June 7th, 2018
5:33 AM
"Ring Ring Ring! Ring Ring Ring!"
EMILY FALLS TURNS THE ALARM OFF
Emily Falls: What time is it?
SHE TURNS TO THE CLOCK
Emily Falls: Well, I guess I'll go on, then.
SHE GETS DRESSED AND COMBS HER HAIR
Emily Falls: Oh dear I'm tired!
EMILY TIPTOES OUT OF HER ROOM
THEN SHE TIPTOES INTO THE LIVING ROOM
A HAND CLAMPS ON HER SHOULDER
Mom: Get back in bed!
EVERY WORD TREMBLES WITH RAGE
Emily Falls: But, mom - !
Mom: No excuses! Get. In. Bed.
EMILY FALLS SIGHS
SHE HEADS FOR HER ROOM
WHEN MOM ISN'T LOOKING, SHE QUICKLY TURNS BACK
Mom: Hey!
EMILY IS ALMOST AT THE FRONT DOOR WHEN MOM CARRYS HER TO THE COUCH
Mom: You have earned 2 spankings!
Emily Falls: Mom! I'm a grown woman!
Mom: To the corner then!
Emily Falls: But, mom -
Mom: Now!
EMILY SADLY WALKS TO A CORNER
Emily Falls: Mom, I think this is -
Mom: No talking in the corner.
SHE TURNS ON THE TV AND EATS SOME POPCORN WHICH EMILY DID NOT SEE BEFORE
EMILY SIGHS
June 7th, 2018
9:30 AM
Mom: Alright, now you can go.
EMILY STEPS OUT OF THE CORNER
SHE IS VERY MESSY
Emily Falls: Bye, mom.
Mom: Good-bye!
Emily Falls: Wait!
SHE GRABS A SHOE BOX
Emily Falls: Alright, bye mom!
Mom: Bye, my 25-year-old!
EMILY GOES INTO HER CAR
Mom: My 26-year-old. I'm getting pretty old. Oh, my big girl!
THE CAMERA GOES INSIDE THE CAR
Emily Falls: Hello, everyone. I'm very glad that you all are in my match. First...
EMILY STARTS THE ENGINE
Emily Falls: "Next Generation" Luke Corvo. Welcome back, old friend! I really missed you!
EMILY STARTS DRIVING
Emily Falls: But, I'm glad we've teamed up again. We're gonna kick some butt! Why? Because it's halfway you who made me win my first match. It's thanks to you for helping me. For being such a good partner.
SHE SMILES
Emily Falls: And the Mitchells. Trenton "The Forge" Mitchell and Robi Jean Mitchell. First, Trenton. The loner. I bet that's why you're bad in the first place. Because you're a loner. So how in the world did you find a wife? How did you find a LIFE? And Robi. The prisoner. Why did you go to prison? For stealing the Falls' property?
SHE CHUCKLES AT HER OWN LAME JOKE
Emily Falls: You guys don't stand a chance when an experienced team like me and Luke beat you up - not to mention that we've teamed up before, and it worked out just fine! And, by the way, tell your kids that I said hi.
EMILY PARKS IN FRONT OF A HOUSE
Emily Falls: You might not recognize this house. But I'm getting married tomorrow, so I need to give my future husband his stuff for our wedding. In here is his suit, his flower, the cake mix.....! I personally want to make the cake, but he loves to bake, so............
EMILY FALLS KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
A MAN ANSWERS THE DOOR AND TAKES THE SHOE BOX QUIETLY
THE MAN AND EMILY HUG, AND EMILY WALKS AWAY
Emily Falls: Don't worry, he's really quiet.
SHE DRIVES HER CAR
Emily Falls: This big wedding is almost as emotional as -
SHE GASPS
SHE REMEMBERS SOMETHING
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March 5th, 2002
6:45 PM
A LITTLE GIRL WITH BROWN HAIR OS TRIRLING IN A RING OF FORE SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE
A YOUNGER VERSION OF MOM IS CLAPPING AND CHEERING
Mom: Way to go, Emily!
THE GIRL CONTINUES TO TWIRL
SHE HUMS THE SONG 'FRIDAY'
THEN SHE JUMPS SO HIGH SHE ESCAPES FROM THE RING
Mom: Yaaaayy! My talented girl!
Young Emily: Hurray!
MOM AND THE GIRL HUG
Young Emily: Now can I wrestle? Please, Mom?
SHE HAS A SWEET VOICE
Young Emily: Please?
MOM LAUGHS
Mom: Emily.
Young Emily: Yes?
Mom: For the millionth time must I tell you, you are too young to wrestle! I would hate to have my baby girl hurt!
Young Emily: But, mom -
Mom: It's okay, sweetie, maybe when you grow up.
THE LAST FIVE WORDS ECHO
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Present again
EMILY BITES HER LIP
Emily Falls: Oh, I'm so happy! Mom was right! Here I am, pursuing my dream.
SHE BEGINS TO CRY
Mom: Emily?!!
EMILY PARKS
MOM IS WAITING OUTSIDE
Emily Falls: Thank you for listening to me. I really enjoyed you. Bye Luke. Trenton. Robi. Can't wait to beat you guys.
SHE WALKS OUT OF THE CAR AND GOES TO MOM
CUT TO BLACK
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 13:11:34 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
It was right after the show and everyone was meeting up backstage. Robi and Trent was already backstage and the girls were coming back after their match. With each of them winning their matches, spirits were high. There was talk, cross-talk and multiple conversations going on at once.
Robi had looked up to see that Ophelia was looking over to Noah. She nodded to the man who had become Ophelia’s husband and could see that they were, indeed, in love with each other as much and she and Trent were in love.
She had motioned him over to join them and he commented that he was watching. Making sure that the “Pretty” one didn’t try to pull some kind of bullshit retaliation. Robi nodded to him and then turned back to the group.
“We’re heading to North Carolina with Ophelia and Noah for his match this week. And then I think we might enjoy the beaches there.”
She looked up to her husband.
“Whad’ya think?”
Forge rubbed his chin a little, thoughtfully, then nodded in agreement.
“Sounds all right to me. A little downtime after slaying some asshole is just what I need.”
Sliding a powerful arm around Robi’s shoulders and drawing her in, Forge’s attention returns to the rest of the group.
“Tonight was their wake-up call. This place will belong to us sooner rather than later.”
When he slid his arm around her, she leaned against him and slid her arm around his waist. Nodding in agreement to the company, and “Pretty” Ricky, getting their wake-up call.
“We tried telling them. They chose not to listen. So, we will continue forcing them to listen.”
They carried on for a little bit longer and when Ophelia came over to let them know that she and Noah were heading to the hotel, hugs were given all around and Ophelia let her know that their plane tickets would be waiting for them at the front desk with the flight leaving in six hours.
She looked up to her husband.
“Ready to get outta here?”
“Definitely. This place smells like cowards.”
Blunt as s spoon, this one. Forge and Robi leave the locker room as well, being mostly alone in the parking lot by the time they arrive, making their bikes easy to find. Forge pulls on his riding jacket and gathers his helmet, looking at Robi over his shoulder.
“You and me next time around. Any idea who these clowns even are?”
Shaking her head she twisted her lips and frowned for a moment.
“No clue. But, I’ll get Crash and Burn on it.”
She looked to him.
“Speaking of which. We might as well stay in Asheville for a week until our next show. This way we won’t have to have someone come get the bikes. We can afford to keep our room for a week here. This way the bikes are safe.”
She paused a moment to think.
“Or, we can just say ‘fuck it’ and get a storage unit to put the bikes in. I can have Alex take care of it.”
She had mounted her bike as she was going over options in her head.
“You’re overthinking. What’s going on?”
Strapping on his helmet, Forge straddled his Harley and looked at his wife, already reading her. She frowned slightly. Knowing he could read her better than she could read herself sometimes, she looked over to him.
“Truthfully? I have a feeling that ‘Pretty’ boy is gonna try some bullshit. He left far too easily for my liking. I mean, aside from the fact that we kicked his and his little ‘proteges’ ass. Which I honestly don’t think he was expecting that.”
She laughed lightly. The memory amused Forge as well, who took to staring ahead, out through the tunnel and into the dark night awaiting. When next he spoke, his voice had a thicker tone.
“People like him don’t give up. You can’t shut them up no matter how hard you try. All you can do is knock them on their ass and scare them off for a bit. He’ll be back, make no mistake. And I’ll put him on his ass again. Bet on that, too.”
She nodded in agreement.
“I’d honestly like to get my hands on Olivia.”
“Don’t expect that to happen any time soon. Stanton won’t let her wipe her own ass if she cries hard enough. He’ll protect her like some priceless vase because perish forbid she earn her reputation through blood and pain as is proper.”
The mere thought disgusted him and he rammed down on the starter, sending his bike roaring to life. And all she could do was nod in agreement. Though, she did call out over the sounds of their bikes being brought to life.
“This is true! But when it eventually happens, I’ll be the first one in line to take the bitch down!”
She sat back down on her bike and shifted it into gear.
“Good. Because if I hit her, I’ll break her sorry ass. You’ll hurt her, but she’ll have a fair shot to learn from her stupid-ass mistakes. Stanton, though? That skin-topped prick belongs to me. Deal?”
She grinned at him and nodded.
“Deal.”
She then turned to start heading towards the hotel. Once there, she went to go park her back in the parking garage. Once a space was found, she killed the engine and engaged the kickstand. Dismounting from the bike, she leaned against it as she waited on her husband. Forge had followed close, as per usual, and rolled in mere moments after Robi. Unstrapping his bag from the back of the bike, he assisted her with her own and the pair headed into the hotel’s elevator, riding up to the fourth floor.
As they rode up, she stole the opportunity to kiss her husband. And boy did she kiss him like she meant it. Once she pulled back, she smiled at him. It was the type of smile that actually reached that mesmerizing gaze of hers.
“Y’know. I think I’m actually turned on right now. Watching you work is…”
She shivered and giggled. Of course, it was no big secret that she got turned on any time she got to watch her husband fight. It was the violence of it. Something about it just… Yeah. And what did such a battle do to Forge himself? The adrenaline rarely let up any time soon after the fact; often he was up all night savoring the tingling and residual pain of a good knock-down, drag-out. Add to that the rabid hunger that it invoked in Robi… and the President of the Shieldmaidens soon found herself shoved up against the forcefully-closed door inside the hotel room, her hands pushed up over her head and Forge’s kiss threatening to consume her.
“...not another word. Save your breath.”
That said plenty, did it not?
Case File: NO06.11-01 Open
“You poor poor child.”
The sound of waves could be heard through the darkness.
“Emily Falls. You’ve obviously lived a horrendously sheltered life. To be living at home at your age. What are you and your ‘husband’ going to live with Mommy and Daddy, too? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you allowed yourself to be put in the corner! The corner of all God Forsaken places! I mean.. Who does that!?”
The screen comes to life and there Robi is leaning against a retainer wall. Heels of her palms pressed into the wall itself. She was dressed in a pair of cut off jean-shorts and a black bikini-top. Leaving little to the imagination of what her physique looks like in a bikini.
“See, I went back over videos of your first match. And Corvo, you got screwed. How you got saddled with that.. Remind me not to piss off whomever you did to get stuck with her. Jeesh.”
“And Emily, do you truly think that because you’ve fought one match with this guy, you’ve more experience than Forge and I?”
She laughed. And kept laughing. For most likely a good five minutes before being able to continue.
“Forge and I have known each other since high school. Been together, and married, almost ten years.”
“You can count to ten, right, Emily?”
“I sure hope so… Anyways, back to the point. That’s ten years of fighting at each other’s side. Ten years of being a team. Ten years of the other having our back. If you really, truly, believe that your one match will overshadow ten years. Ohhh, honeyyyyy…”
She didn’t move away from the wall, she didn’t even move to stand. She just kept that same stance.
“And Emily, I promise you, you, nor your family, have anything I would want to steal. But yes, I was in prison. The why’s and what-for’s not relevant to this match.”
“What IS relevant to this match? Is the teeth you’ll be counting when I’m done kicking you in them. Then maybe, just maybe, your new ‘husband’ will have a chance to speak as you won’t be able to.”
And the scene ended with Forge coming over to his wife, wrapping her up in his massive arms and kissing him like he was going to devour her… once again.
Case File: NO06.11-01 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 16:19:43 GMT -6
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> Date: 06/12/18
> Time: 7:56pm, Central
> Location: Denver, Colorado
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> Scene: My Brother’s Bar, Out Front
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It has been clear since the start, but in case the world and Mile High Wrestling in particular needs a reminder, here it is:
Trenton Noah “Forge” Mitchell does not have a good side. There is no deeply-buried happy side, no good person beneath the tattoos, scars and violence. There is no warm soul hiding in the darkness, waiting for the fight to be over and the cameras to shut off before it is allowed into the light. What you see is what you get… and what you get depends on whether you come correct or act like a jackass. Either way, his opponents will hurt, his enemies will bleed and all, in the end, shall feed the Martyr Machine.
But there are times, moments oh-so-rare, where trace bits of humanity manifest, fluttering to the surface like embers from a stoked bonfire. Forge does not care for these moments but he tolerates them because the only souls who can bring them forth are on the (extremely) short list of humans that he gives half a damn about. Standing outside My Brother’s Bar, an unmarked establishment in Denver, the Martyr Machine is in the midst of a little FaceTime with his daughter, Shanna, and for the life of the man he is trying NOT to be himself.
”...no, I’m not just saying that.”
A pair of female voices speak and giggle through the speaker, the mix of two people talking and reacting making it hard to discern what’s being said. Forge has no such issue, though he kind of wishes he did.
”Girl, you’re gonna be the death of me. I hope you know that.”
Despite himself, a shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as more laughter peals through the speaker. Rolling his eyes, Forge puts a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.
”Yes, yes… I swear that I am fine with this. No, I’m not going to drag your date through downtown chained to my bike provided he treats you like a lady. And yes, you ARE going to wear the protection we discussed.”
”Dad, you’re being overprotective again!”
”You knew the risks when I agreed to all this. Yes, I love you and, yes, I trust you. YOU. That doesn’t mean I trust the rest of the world. And I’ll be damned if my daughter is going out without means to fuck up the first punk-ass who tries to get fresh.”
Looks like Forge fails at being someone other than himself tonight. Then again, there are those who would not have him any other way. And, after a moment of huffing and eye-rolling, there’s a soft laugh from the phone, this time solely from Shanna herself.
”Yes, sir. Which one, though? The switchblade or the Derringer?”
Now he actually had to consider… an act which takes all of three seconds.
”The switchblade. Lot less chance of hell being raised if you actually have to use it. Besides, in the right spot, it’ll teach a more painful lesson.”
”I could just break a finger or two… maybe the thumb?”
That? That gets Forge to grin a little. Robi exits the bar at around that point, resplendent in denim and leather, her dark hair wrapped into a messy braid. She slides in next to Forge, arms around his waist as she nestles against him, just out of sight of her daughter on the other end of the phone.
”Better safe than stupid. Now, look… I gotta get off here. I’ll call you tomorrow before and after the show. Barring any blatant stupidity, we’ll be home by Friday to see you off.”
”Go kick some ass, Daddy. Love you.”
Shanna ends the call and Forge puts the phone in his pocket, his arm going around the eavesdropping Robi. She peers up at him with a grin, mischief in her eyes. He can feel the stare before he even looks her way.
”Did I not tell you that she looked amazing in that dress?”
”Still not something I was prepared to see.”
”So you keep saying. What did you make her wear with it?”
”...the switchblade.”
Nodding slowly, Robi turns to lean back against Forge’s chest, his powerful arms wrapping around her. She reaches up, clinging to them contently.
”Glad you settled on that and not the pistol. Might have made the night end abruptly, knowing how uptight those faculty shits can get. Anyhow… you comin’ back inside? Night’s young.”
”Thought I might get this promo shit over with since the coast is clear. You up for handling the camera work?”
”Sure. Let me fetch the camera.”
Forge was tempted to just have her record via the phone, but that would take an extra hour to clear up by the tech people so… fuck it. He watched her body sway as she sauntered over to the bikes, opened the saddlebags of his and took out the digital camcorder. She switched it on as she returned, having it on, red light and all, before she took up position.
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> Date: 06/12/18
> Time: 8:13pm, Central
> Location: Denver, Colorado
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> Scene: My Brother’s Bar, Out Front
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Staring off into the distance as the feed cues up, Forge picks up the brown bottle that had been sitting alone on the window ledge, turning it up and downing several gulps before putting it back down, two-thirds of the way empty. Wiping the back of his hand across his lips, he chuckles quietly… well, more of an amused grunt or two. His eyes avert toward the camera and the expression of humor stops. The game face goes on. It is time to feast.
”Emily, Luke… you kids just got sold a woof ticket. For the first time since I set foot in this business and proceed to make Mile High Wrestling my personal hunting ground, I actually give a damn about winning. Before I detail just how fucked you two are, though, I want you to consider those words, then consider my first two matches here. Match number one? Skrabz and Deuce Holmes got a rude awakening from the Martyr Machine. Skrabz took that win by pinning Deuce, but he left with a big damn hole in his face. Deuce? He didn’t walk away so much as he staggered before being half-dragged out of the arena.
A week later? I put Holmes through a table and damn near through the floor afterward after tearing a hole in HIS face. You seeing a pattern here? No one walks away from a fight with me without spilling some crimson. More often than not, they don’t walk away at all. Out on the streets? They’d be due a $1,000 ambulance ride and some bad news from a resident physician. And the common thread in both those matches aside from that which they had to pull through the lips of those two mouthy motherfuckers after the fact?
I was just there for the fight. Not the win, sure as hell not the glory or cheers. No… I was paid to break bitches, and so I did.”
Tapping the mouth of the bottle with a fingertip, Forge fully turns to face the camera, muscles straining against the white tee he’s wearing and the leather Chrome Dragons cut above it. The tower of muscle and wrath looks even more imposing than usual tonight...
”At Mile High Wresting #5? I’m there to notch a ‘W’, plain and simple. Why this time over the others? Because I’m not going to watch the perfect record of the Shieldmaidens tarnished by a couple flakes… especially when I’m part of the battle. Robi, Ophelia and the rest do not need me to fight their battles, but seeing as how this one directly involves me, you can bet your scrawny asses that I’m going to do my part and more to send them back home to the Big Easy three-and-zero… and the both of you to the nearest hospital.”
That is no smile… THAT is a grimace. He picks up the beer for another sip, then holds it toward the camera.
”Here’s to your health, kids. You won’t have it much longer… so fucking treasure it.”
Finishing off the bottle, he lets it dangle loosely in his grip, shaking his head slowly. Perhaps he is replaying the words of Emily Falls in his head. All things considered...
”An experienced team, eh, Emily? That’s what you’re betting is going to take you and Corvo past my wife and I? I want to be perfectly straight on this before I do this to your pretty little dreams and illusions. So… that’s it, right? Good. Here’s what’s going to happen to those rainbow-and-unicorn thoughts:”
He hurls the bottle down at the concrete, causing it to shatter loudly, sending wet brown shards everywhere. The camera takes this in, then slowly (for effect) rises back to the face of Forge. The snarling, wickedly-grinning face of the Martyr Machine.
”A couple laps around the ring against a couple fruit cups who don’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch and that’s enough to make you froggy, Emily? Well, now hear this, cupcake: at Mile High #5, I’m going to make you scream in ways that would make baby Jesus cry. A couple skirmishes with a few up-and-coming punk-asses does not compare to facing Robi and myself. We’ve fought, bled and rode together for the past decade, leaving a trail of violence and dominance up and down the roads of this country. Yeah, this is our first time teaming in a wrestling ring, but what the fuck does that matter? She’s rolling into this undefeated and they’re already stacking the bodies left in my wake. Come Wednesday night, I’m adding two more.
At least.”
At least? Sounds like Forge has intentions of smashing up more than merely his scheduled opponents. And considering the war of words he had on Twitter earlier in the day… well, that probably makes it obvious who he has in mind!
”You’re a child, Emily, trying to attack a tank with a fucking stick. There’s only one way this ends, and for your sake I hope it’s Robi that finishes you off and not me. We would hate to see you miss your little storybook wedding, after all. It means so much to you. Even more than this match, I’d suggest. What do you think, Robi?”
”Obviously. She spent, what, two seconds focusing on what’s about to happen to her and the best she could come up with is calling you a loner and reminding the world that I did time. The fuck is that?”
”That… is a fucking airhead. Try not to drive her into the canvas too damn hard, woman. It’d take forever to scrub the glitter off if you made her head go ‘pop’.”
Snickering at that one, Robi needs a moment to hold the camera steady. Forge uses that moment to crack his knuckles, already loosening up for the battle ahead.
”’Course, we can’t forget about Luke Corvo…”
”Why the hell not? Everyone else has.”
”HAH!”
That got some genuine laughter out of Forge, a grin lingering after the fact.
”Truth hurts, Luke. But not half as much as these fists. What do you call yourself? ‘Next Generation’? That’s pretty fuckin’ cocky, kid. Bring that attitude in front of the camera or into the ring with you and they’ll be changing it from ‘Next’ to ‘Last’. I don’t have a lot of fucking patience for people who run off at the mouth and think they’re better than they are. My philosophy is that if you’re bad enough to get shit done, go out and do it and don’t fuck around about it. And don’t even go trying to flip that shit on me. So far, I’m the only person in MHW who has backed up EVERYTHING they’ve said so far. When I speak, people listen. When I move, people watch. And when I’m in that ring, people fucking bleed. You will too.
Let’s be real here: Emily is already asking for less teeth and broken fingers for even daring to speak of our children, in passing or otherwise. Robi is already a violent witch who would rather tear throats out with her teeth as opposed to talking noise, but your bubbly partner just shoved my wife into overdrive. It isn’t a matter of whether you two are going to get hurt now; it’s how much. You ain’t a showstopper, Luke, and no one is raving about your scrawny ass. After this match, the only way ANYONE will speak about you is the past tense. Oh, sure… you started off on the hot side. Now? The people who were screaming your name are fawning over someone else, somewhere else. You’re forgotten. No one is going to miss you when your time is up. Your only purpose anymore in MHW will be as an example… same as Skrabz, same as Deuce… same as your partner tomorrow night.”
Stepping forward, glass crunching under the hard soles of his boots, Forge gets down a little bit, looking the camera in the ‘eye’.
”And that offer you tried making to Chris Mosh? If you fucking insult myself or my wife trying to spew that shit our way? That’s just another red mark on your ledger, another pound of pain we’ll collect on in that ring. I’ll say it till I’m blue in the face: your titles and your sport of kings? They don’t mean shit to me. I’m in it to break faces and cash checks. I fight, plain and simple. Consider this your last chance to change face from the arrogant little snot you’ve been showing everyone that you are up to this point and exercise a little humility. Who knows… maybe if you get your head right and shake Emily out of her pissy little matrimonial daydreams the two of you might handle yourselves okay tomorrow night. You might even impress us a little.”
Robi is failing at holding back her snickering now, but Forge? He actually looks serious.
”We’re still going to beat the dog out of both of you, but hey… don’t they say a strong showing can turn a loss into a win? I say cling to that stupid-ass notion. It may be the only hope either of you have when all is said and done. When this place becomes ours, when it full-on belongs to the Chrome Dragons and the Shieldmaidens, they might remember you then as the first two who stood up to us and didn’t crumble like those before you. Big goddamn maybe, but it’s all you got. Be fucking thankful you’re allowed that much of a chance. It’s a hell of a lot more than the rest have earned.
Thing is, I doubt we’ll hear anything of the sort from you, Corvo. Punk kids will be punk kids. It’s the nature of the world. And nature is something you can’t fight. You were created to be a loudmouthed jackass who thinks he’s the gateway to wrestling glory, 400 pounds of ego shoved into less than 200 pounds of rotten meat and stupid hair. Emily? Half old My Little Pony episodes and half Disney Princess Complex. A twenty-plus woman getting her life directed by her mother? Five bucks says that after the fight’s over she’s clinging to mommy’s skirt wishing for the bad men and women to go away. Yes, that would be us.”
Spitting angrily on the concrete, Forge rises again as the camera is directed toward him unerringly.
”Don’t think, don’t speak… and don’t run. Your only hope at this point is to take your ass-beating like adults and try to learn something from the experience. Tenure in this business means nothing. Titles are trinkets and the adulation of the faceless masses is just an ego trip. What matters is the crunch of bone between your hands, the screams and wails you pull from your victims until they can’t take it anymore… and all the glittering gold and fresh green that comes from an ass well kicked.
The Martyr Machine is coming for you both and the Wicked Witch of the Bayou is riding shotgun. Welcome to a new level of pain, kids… New Orleans style.”
The camera lowers as Forge walks toward it, then swings around with an odd view… most likely from Robi wrapping her arms around Forge. The squeak? He picked that small, violent woman up. Certainly people do not need an explanation to figure out what happens next?
Good. Because they ain’t getting one.
Fade to black.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 16:23:07 GMT -6
***EMILY FALLS IS SITTING ON HER BED***
Emily Falls: Robi.
EMILY TURNS HER HEAD IN THE DIRECTION OF THE CAMERA
Emily Falls: You have said the lamest things I've ever heard. You're definitely not as good as I expected.
EMILY BEGINS
Emily Falls: So, in your promo you said that you watched my very first promo?
SHE BURSTS INTO A SMILE WHEN SHE MENTIONS HER FIRST PROMO
Emily Falls: Well, if you would have took the time to watch one of my promos with my match with Anya, then you would have heard that I do have my own house.
SHE SUDDENLY LOOKS VERY SERIOUS
Emily Falls: Yeah, I just go on vacations to my parents' house often. In fact, I'm in the room of my house right now. MY house.
SHE LOOKS OUT THE DOOR OF HER ROOM
Emily Falls: I took this job for my husband, James. He has tried to get jobs, yet refused to speak, so got fired in a day. I am risking my arm, leg, neck, anything that can get broken, for James. And since your husband has this job too, you're probably taking this job for yourself to get money. Both of you are. You don't care about each other as much as you think you do.
EMILY FALLS LOOKS BACK AT THE CAMERA
Emily Falls: And about the corner thing. So sorry if that disturbed you. My mom and Dad struggle with me, their youngest child. They have 4 girls, including me. They've always wanted their 4th child to be a boy.......
EMILY GOES BACK TO SMILING
Emily Falls: About you and your home life. Imagine the look on your parents' faces when you moved out at 16! You remember that day, Robi, and you know that you upset them. I guess it's just in your blood, upsetting family. It's a pain that will stay in their heart forever.......
EMILY GETS UP
Emily Falls: And don't be so mean to Olivia. She is new to the place, and she'll be staying here for one. Night. You owe her a sincere apology for the way you treated her.
EMILY FALLS OPENS THE DOOR
Emily Falls: I just wanted you to know, Robi, that you don't stand a chance beating me and Luke Corvo. Oh, I just remembered.
SHE CLOSES THE DOOR
Emily Falls: Yes, me and Luke do have a lot of experience. If only he didn't get mad for losing to Chris Mosh, and stopped making promos, we would win. We have way more experience than you guys. If not, how did we win my first match? How come we were put together again? And against you guys?
SHE OPENS THE DOOR AGAIN
Emily Falls: I've handled it long enough. All the wrestlers I've fought are brainless. They don't have a clue what their saying.
SHE MAKES AN L WITH HER FINGERS
Emily Falls: Loser!
SHE WALKS OUT THE DOOR, SHUTTING THE DOOR BEHIND HER QUIETLY
LIGHT COMES BACK INTO THE ROOM AS THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN
Emily Falls: Trenton, I hate you like Demetrius hates Helena. All I have to say about you.
SHE BARFS ON THE FLOOR
THE DOOR SHUTS AGAIN
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Dear Robi,
I would reverse if I were you. You would be counting the teeth that I punched out. Oh, I hope you take this as a lesson.
Love,
Emily
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 22:42:46 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
-- Tuesday Night --
“You look beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to see you on Friday. You’re going to knock them dead.”
“Mom?”
“Yeah, Babe? What’s up?”
“Ok, let me start by saying, I wasn’t snooping around. You and dad left something out on the coffee table and when I went to go watch a movie, I noticed it… But… Did Connor and I really get offered a full academic scholarship to Harvard?”
She knew that this was going to come up at some point. So, all she did was nod.
“Yeah, you both did.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
She smiled to her daughter over the phone as they were Facetiming.
“Because, babe, I wanted you to make your own decision on what you wanted to do. I didn’t want you influenced by anything one way or the other. You know how we are, honey. Why do you think we sit down as a family just before school starts to talk about your goals? Yours has never changed. You’ve always wanted to become an attorney. So, I wanted you to make a choice, yourself, on where you wanted to attend. You got one from LOYOLA as well. And Connor got one from Yale and LSU.”
“Mom! That’s great! I’m totally choosing LOYOLA!”
Robi frowned slightly.
“Honey, I want you to go where-ever you want to go. And not feel obligated to go to some place that’s close to home.”
“Sorry, Mom. My mind is made up. I’m going to LOYOLA.”
Robi nodded. Secretly happy that her daughter chose to stay close to home. Now, all she had to do was talk to her son. Though, she figured she knew what his answer was going to be as well.
Connor would want to stay close to home and would want to attend LSU. Again, she would be secretly happy if he chose that path.
“It’s ok, baby. The choice is all yours. You know that.”
“I know, Mom.”
They chit chatted for a little bit longer and then hung up.
-- Wednesday Morning --
After the boisterous night she and Trent had, she was still up before the sun rose and had gone out for a run. She had always enjoyed that time of morning. The peacefulness of it. She slipped out of the hotel room quietly so’s not to wake her husband. And just as the elevator hit the bottom floor, she placed her earbuds in and pressed the “PLAY” button on her iPhone.
She ran for about an hour and upon returning, she hit the hotel’s gym. It was a daily routine for her. Morning run; hit the gym; take a shower; start her day.
After the gym, she headed back up to her room and smiled as she seen that her husband was still passed out cold. She headed in to take a shower and get dressed for the Meet and Greet later that morning.
Fast forward a couple of hours and they were headed to the arena. She knew that Forge would be Forge and that she would be as polite as possible. Especially with the kids.
She was blown away by how many people actually came over to meet them. A lot of them had purchased t-shirts or posters. Or even both. Of which, she signed each one that was presented.
She answered any and all questions put to her. Out of all the Shieldmaidens, who did she want to see take the Phoenix Cup? Did she want to go after the Championship Belt currently held by Candi Bratton?
She answered all of these questions and more.
And then once the Meet and Greet was over, they all headed back into the arena.
Case File: NO06.12-02 Open.
When the camera came to life, she was standing in the middle of the ring. Surrounding her were the Shieldmaidens, minus Ophelia. She was dressed in her ring gear and stood there. Head canted slightly to the side. Her “messy braid” hanging over her shoulder.
She laughed softly.
“So, Emily… Let me make sure I have this correctly… You live in, and own, your own house.. But you ‘vacation’ at your parents house often. ‘K.”
She gave a nonchalant shrug.
“If you say so. And just so we’re clear, I don’t have a problem with Baby being put in the corner. I just find it appalling that a ‘woman’ of your age would be ok with being put in a corner as, so-called, ‘punishment’. I mean, you’re twenty-six for fuck’s sake! If you wanted to be treated as an adult, try acting like one.”
“As for the deadbeat husband, you can make all the excuses for him all you want. He’s still going to be a deadbeat. And, well, as you’ve seen, I’ll call a Spade a Spade when I see that Spade being a Spade. And your husband… Is that Spade. “
“You want to sit there and say that Forge and I took this job for the money. And you’re partly right. We did take it for the money. However, what you don’t see… Is that 95% of my paychecks from here? Gets donated to a local charity back in New Orleans. A battered women’s shelter, in fact.”
“As for my husband and I caring for each other. Do not speak on that which you have no idea about. Forge and I have been married ten years. TEN. Years. Let that sink in for a moment. So, you can sit there and say that you and Corvo have this fantastic bond because you partnered up together, what.. This will make twice, now? When you can sit there and say you’ve had the same partner, both in the ring and in life, for ten years… THEN, and only then, will you be able to speak on how a true partnership works.”
“As for my ‘home life’ when I was a teenager.”
She laughed.
“When I left home, at sixteen, my parents fully supported my decision. I left home to go to college, you half-wit. I went to college to further my education. You do know what college is, right? Somehow, I don’t think you even know what the inside of a college classroom looks like. So before you try throwing around how you think my parents were sad and all that jazz, do a little more research before you go making assumptions.”
“As for owing anyone an apology, THAT’s not gonna happen. The presumptuous little twit shouldn’t’ve tried throwing her own self entitlement around. So there’s that.”
“You can sit there and boast about how you have this chemistry with Luke Corvo. And, once again, you can make all the excuses you want for a guy who is… Where, exactly? Oh, that’s right. He’s off pouting in another corner like a baby because he lost a match. Boo-Fucking-Hoo.”
Another laugh spilled out as she stood there.
“No one has any clue as to what they are talking about? No clue as to what they are saying? Don’t you think that since they are saying it, they, of all people, would know what they meant when they said it? Perhaps, and I’m taking this with a very large grain of salt, but perhaps it’s you who doesn’t understand what they are saying?”
“‘Loser’? Oh sweetie, the 1990’s called.. They want their insult back. They say you’ve abused it far too much and in such horrid ways.”
“And do you honestly believe Forge gives one flying fuck if you hate him? No, he doesn’t. In fact, he bathes in the tears of his victims. You and Luke… Are next in line.”
She starts to turn away from the camera to indicate that she’s done. Only to stop, turn back around and crouch down in the middle of the ring.
“And one last thing, Miss Falls… If my children even so much as crosses that pitiful brain of yours, ever again… You’ll never be able to suck your husband’s, or any other man’s, cock again… ‘Cause I’ll break your fucking jaw and make sure that mother fucker stays wired shut for the rest of your natural fucking life. And to top it off… I’ll break every fucking bone in your hands. One… By… One…”
The camera fades to black as Robi remains crouched in the center of the ring.
Case File: NO06.12-02 Closed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 23:23:04 GMT -6
● A New Chapter ●
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The scenes open up in Colorado Springs, Colorado. 1966 Chevrolet Nova SS
, pulls up and parks on the side of the road. Luke Corvo, wearing black leather gloves, biker jacket and sun glasses gets out of his car and closes the door. As he makes his way to the front of the car, Luke takes a seat on the ground and watches the sunset.
In less than twenty-four hours, I have a tag team match. A match I do not care for or even want to compete in. However, I am not a man who just walks away. I want too, I really do. You see, Denver, Colorado is that way. I am heading West. Why? Because, I don't feel the love or respect in Mile High Wrestling.
First, I took a loss to Chris Mosh. That pill was hard to swallow. I mean, the man is a weak peasant. A nobody and I lost. I find it complete bullshit. Then, I face a man who has no class. In-fact, I found it disrespectful. Now, I am forced to team with some weak ass barbie to face to other talentless fucks.
I get it, I have not exactly dominated during my few weeks here. I have glaring weaknesses which I am currently working on. However, I don't know what the future holds. The foreseeable future is bleak. I can hope into my new car and drive off into the sunset. I can travel to one of these promotions and basically take over. I won't be jobbing to these idiots who don't belong inside the squared circle. Or, I can man up. Show class and go to war.
But, opportunity only strikes once. Should I ask for my unconditional release. I do have ample amount of time to decide. Presumably, that could mean leaning on family and friends for advice. Eh. I think I will head back East, go to Denver and destroy these fuck faces one by one.
Emily Falls, I may not be happy about this but I am honorable and I am respected by many so I will be there.
Sure, you have and there are plenty of questions. But there is no time for that. I don't believe it, but the rumor is.. these two have substantial raw power. Do you think it's true? I don't. Honestly, they are talentless hacks. Just like Mosh and Combs - There’s some disagreement but who gives a F.
Last night, I received a text from MHW's Owner. He told me, there are implications involved here. Well, this is an interesting development. And a pretty damn exciting one. But to be honest, it's just another payday. MHW universe is anticipated for the surprising end of Luke Corvo, but it won't be that easy. As I said before, I have untapped potential and I have untapped hatred for weakness. So general approach might maximize my career. Or maybe, it will be the end. MHW, doing something so remarkable, it seems like an optical illusion. But I promise. I won't let the fans who pay to see me down. I've always had an an astonishing career and it will continue in the place that gave me my second and third chance. It's time to let the past go and move forward with the present. No more bitching, it's game time.
So, the Secret to success to having the special ingredient to succeed.. HIT HARD and make sure the opponent won't get up.. this is the time and the time is is now.. MHW.. I am ready.. let's get this party.. You know what, I am the party crasher.. I am here to END IT!
Luke gets up off the ground and shakes off the dirt from his jeans. Luke, glances back at the long road before getting into his car. A few moments pass before, Luke turns the car on and revs up the engine before peeling off.
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