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Post by Admin on Jun 6, 2018 16:02:58 GMT -6
***THE MAIN EVENT*** Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton vs Skrabz Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 13, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 14:31:28 GMT -6
11th June, 2018 11:59 AM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Anytime Fitness The camera pans in on The Titaness in one of her go-to locations; one of the local gyms. Although the same sense of determination can be seen in her eyes, there's also a bit of exhaustion. As if she were envisioning Skrabz being right beside her, Sam quickly replies, "Jet lag. Fucking annoying as all hell. No matter how many planes I take, it's not a sensation I completely get accustomed to. Anyway ... " Raising a hand over her mouth, Samantha stifles a yawn. After giving the punching bag she'd been assaulting several more fierce attacks, she grabs her towel, beginning to walk, talk, and wipe sweat off her forehead away. "So first thing's first - really? This is the main event match? I'm flattered and all. But prior to the card going up, I was almost positive that would belong to Issac and Candi's match. Specialized matches like cage fights tend to earn main event spots. Few singles matches do that. But ... whatever. I suppose I can take what I'm given. Anyway, apparently," she begins to state after entering an empty area of the gym, "Rob said his decision was based on your merit. Which ... don't get me wrong. I don't disagree with him. You certainly have proven yourself. Even in our tag match, I'll admit it - you were the better team member between us. However ... " Her head shakes from side to side as Sam leans against a wall behind her. "I still stand by what I told Rob. That's not a good enough reason. And apparently, according to the stipulation Katrina gave me, she believes so also. And no, I did not go to her, beg for her to side with me, none of that. Mrs. Mack willingly chose to approach me. Completely on her own will. It was as astounding for me as it probably was for you to see.
"See, Skrabz ... merit can be found even in people who haven't necessarily been in any main events here. From any of the members of Shieldmaiden to our one and only Desert Rose, and - even though he has a lame ass gimmick - Issac has done pretty fucking well. He's like me, in fact; his only loss came from the Triple Threat. So even though you certainly do fit as a person who has shown tons of merit, you're not the only one. And that, my friend, is my issue with Rob's verdict. I mean ... he's still just handing a contendership over, with little to any thoughts. He's got time before the first PPV. I honestly fear my comrade is rushing this whole process. And in some regard, Katrina must agree with some sort of logic regarding what her husband's doing - or not doing. Depends on your point of view." Sam deftly moves her towel over a shoulder. A soft sigh passes her lips as she removes her ponytail, only to put her hair back into a stronger, more secure one. "At this rate though? I'm not sure if even me coming out of this fray as the winner will change his mind. Rob's as stubborn as me. But that's fine. I got a plan B, and it comes in the form of that Phoenix Belt. Unfortunately, Skrabz, this match has been made official. While the additional bonus of what may happen after I beat you wasn't needed, it's only given me more fuel for my fire. I don't know your whole life story, nor do you know mine. But here's what you do need to know about me. All those times I've gone on and on about living for wrestling?" If it was at all possible, Samantha's face becomes even more serious. "Not an exaggeration. I go into every match with the intent for one of two outcomes. Either I emerge as the winner, or I ensure I never half-ass any fight I'm involved in. You've only seen - primarily from a distance - a small portion of what I can truly do. Come Wednesday, you'll understand. I'm in this industry to win. To better myself. To find competition and test my limits in every possible way. I do indeed have the heart, body, and soul of a champion. And if beating you to prove my point is what's needed of me? So be it. My love of this sport is exactly why I come in week after week and put my body through hell - or at least some soreness.
"But you know what, Skrabz?"An exhausted smirk spreads over Sam's face. "It's worth the fatigue. Always." Samantha reaches down, producing a pair of earbuds from the pockets of her sweatpants. Before she places them in her ears, Sam stops, snickering slightly. "Ahh, yes, yes. One last thing." Her voice lowers as she mock whispers the next statement, "Between you and me, Skrabz, you can do way better than Lara. She's not that hot. Nor is she your type - I can tell that much. Certainly isn't mine, and I do swing both ways. So I do know that much for sure. But hey, that's just my advice for ya. Up to you if you're gonna heed it or not." The Titaness winks slyly at the camera before inserting the ear buds. She moves away from the empty room, beginning to go into the main area to the gym. She's seen for a few seconds beating on the same punching bag as before. After the camera lingers briefly on her, the feed cuts away, ending the promo.
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Post by Skrabz on Jun 12, 2018 8:32:54 GMT -6
Location: Skrabal's Motel Room, Denver, Colorado Date: 10/6/2018 Time: 9.30am
Sitting on the chair in his motel room listening to the video call ring Skrabal wonders what is taking Ty so long to answer. As he asks himself the question the call is answered, only it is Quite Man who's face fills the screen, his eyes mostly hidden under his leather cap he stares into the camera.
"Quite Man! Whatchu answering the phone for fam?" asks Skrabal.
Quite Man shrugs his shoulders.
"Where you at fam? Where is everybody?"
Quite Man holds the phone out and moves it around, showing Skrabal that he is in the studio with other Toll Gang members. Skrabal sees Ty sitting at a computer with headphones on.
"Q M, I beg you take the phone to Ty fam, or anyone that talks fam come on".
Quite Man nods and takes the phone over Ty.
"Skrabz fam man is busy as shit but I'm glad ya called. I got to talk to you about two things, first thing is why the fuck is man messing around the in the ring trying chirps some gyal when he should be catching dubs? You need to stay focused bredrin." says Ty
"Woah, allow it fam. It was just a jokes ting, besides she peng, ya-nah man's about that emo look right now. And I still caught that dub in case you aint watch fam. I beg you get off my back. What's the second ting fam?" Skabal replies.
"We in the studio fam, putting together a couple tracks right now and we want you to put a verse down for one. It ain't Toll if you ain't on it fam. We get you on this joint and we all finna blow up." Ty says, excitedly.
"Seen, seen. Man will have to think on it fam. You busy as shit with the music ting but man's busy on the wrestling tip ya-nah. It's all love though bro but gimme a while." says Skrabal.
"Aight, bredder. I'm a get back to it now fam. Take care of yourself out there bro and stay focused fam. Toll".
"Peace fam, Toll." says Skrabal, ending the brief video call.
With the call over Skrabal collects his gym bag and heads off out the door.
Transcript of podcast interview of Skrabal Stanzas by Chris Grant for beerrapnwrestling.co.uk recorded live on 11/6/2018 @ 11AM GMT.
Chris: Hello everyone and thank you or joining us for another show. As you know if you've listened to the show before, our guest today is someone we had on just recently. Only a couple of weeks ago in fact, but given the run of form he's had since making his debut in Mile High Wrestling, which you can catch streaming on the The SE Network by the way, we just had to have him on again. Skrabal Stanzas, welcome back to the show.
Skrabz: Blessings fam, nuff respect to you man for reaching out again so soon.
Chris: Of course, thank you for coming back on. Now, diving straight in to things here, you’ve been on quite a roll since making your debut over there, remaining undefeated thus far and really creating quite a buzz around yourself. Why do you think you’ve been able to that over there when you couldn’t manage to do it here at home?
Skrabz: It's early days man but I catch dubs ya-nah, man did that back home too but it was the other side of tings that held me back. I got a lot more freedom here innit, can just be me and when that happen I guess I just be the kind a cat that get the mouse squeaking ya-nah?
Chris: Haha indeed… The last time I spoke to you, you were gearing up for a triple threat match with Deuce Holmes and Forge, you picked up a win in that match...
Skrabz: Standard.
Chris: ... You picked up a win in that match, but you really took a beating both during and after it at the hands of Forge. How did that feel?
Skrabz: Chris me and you go back a long way, I got a lot of love for you but that is one the dumbest questions man has ever been asked fam, on the real. How the fuck you think it felt? The shit hurt blad. But it ain't a ting, it ain’t set man back a step or nuttin. Man keeps it moving.
Chris: After that match you were of course made the number one contender to the Mile High Championship and since then you have even picked up a pinfall victory over the current champion, Candi Bratton. However, the last time we spoke you voiced your displeasure at the title situation, have you feelings changed there?
Skrabz: Not really fam, man is still vexed with it to be real with you coz you s…
Chris: Skrabal, sorry to interrupt, but you are the number one contender to the championship, what is there to be upset about?
Skrabs:. Man sees adders fam, straight up. Some snakes in the grass ya get me? They tryin a play man for a eejiat. Titaness getting in the bossman's ear and the bossman having his wife make the match between me and Sam. They think I ain't see what they doin'. Talkin about if Titaness win bossman have to reconsider the title match. I ain’t know what shady shit the three a them got going on but it aint gonna work. I'm a get mine no doubt about it. But if you ask me bossman already reconsidering his decision, I ain’t think he really wanna see me with that strap. Nah, just tryina use man for some controversy innt. Too late fam. Chris: I’m not sure I agree with you there I’m afraid Skrabal. Robert Mack has spoken very highly of you and has defended his decision to make you the number one contender on multiple occasions.
Skrabz: You don’t think it’s a par that after taking all that criticism over it he takes the night off and the next thing ya-nah his wife gone made this match with me and Sam? Allow it fam. That’s some snake shit even without they history.
Chris: Speaking of your upcoming match with Samantha The Titaness Hamilton, she was your tag team partner on the previous show, what was it like teaming with her?
Skrabz: I wouldn't even say we were a team fam, just two man handling they shit. One of us did that better than the other one, standard! But ya-nah I never had a problem with her until now. Man has seen her for time, she hungry, she work hard, she been about it but it never been enough. The problem arise when she realize she keep failing in the ring so she start falling back on her history with the bossman, playing up those connections tryin a get shots she ain't deserve. Tryin a tell people how tings should be done. But she gonna get shot down real soon fam, in a ball of flames. Coz tings ain't gonna go her way when we get in that ring, regardless of what ever bullshit they got... man like Skrabz comein out on top.
Chris: Going back to that tag match for a second, some critics have blasted you on social media for your actions and behavior toward Lara Bratton in the tag match, do you have anything to say about that?
Skrabz: Fam do you see Lara complainin? Nah, she love it. Man can tell. But ya-nah man even had his boys on his back about the ting, saying I aint focused. It ain't stop me winning though. I aint see the problem fam.
Chris: On the next show, Skrabal, your opponent for the title match, Candi Bratton, will go one on one in a cage match with The Master Issac Combes. Will you be keeping a close eye on this match and what do you think the outcome will be?
Skrabz: Man'll be watching and on the real I think it’s gonna get brutal in there. That's some personal shit now and that get messy real quick fam. Man had to laugh when he seen her truck though, graffed up, no doors, sitting on bricks and ting.
Chris: After seeing you get yourself involved in the champions Cand-Bration last week, one has to wonder if you’ll be tempted to get yourself involved in this match.
Skrabal: Nah fam, man has got no reason to do that. The point has been made well and clear already that it ain’t matter where Candi Bratton is man like Skrabz got her number. It aint matter if I come through the crowd and get at her from the back or we go face to face in that ring, the outcome is the same and it gonna change any time soon.
Chris: Skrabal, that’s all we’ve got time for today, hopefully next time we talk you’ll be carrying the belt around with you.
Skrabz: No doubt about it fam, stay blessed.
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Post by Skrabz on Jun 12, 2018 16:46:39 GMT -6
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado Date: 11/6/2018 Time: 11.45pm
Skrabal has either been drinking for a while, or drinking fast, which ever of those statements is true it is evidence by the dozen empty beer bottles stood atop the scratched and battered coffee that he sits hunched over. A slim middle aged mixed raced lady sleeps on his bed to the side of him as he frantically scrawls at his note pad.
He drops the pen on to the table and reaches down to the floor. He lifts up a bottle of beer and twists of the cap, quickly drinking everything inside. He stands up and stumbles across to the bed, fallen on to it in a heap he quickly passes out next to his female companion.
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado Date: 12/6/2018 Time: 10.30am
After waking up alone and eating breakfast Skrabal sits reflecting on his current situation, both personal and professional. Before long he is back writing in one of his pads.
Location: Skrabal's motel room, Denver, Colorado Date: 12/6/2018 Time: 12:00pm
The recorded video begins with a Skrabal laughing as he fumbles with his phone. When he steadies it he leans back in his seat with a smile and starts to talk.
“Talkin' about man’s type... about he can do better. What? Better like you fam?”
He laughs as he picks up a bottle of water from the floor.
“Allow that.”
He smiles and then continues.
“Yeah I seen the way you were lookin' at man like want it there during the tag ting and I have to lay it for you, Sam. Ya needsta lighten up if ya wanna get with man like Skrabz, I ain’t know how a gyal that hit the club so often can be so uptight. You too stoic, to solid, too intense. If man ain’t know better I’d swear down you on a stim. “
He shakes his head while laughing.
“Ya just got no chill... So I beg you get those kinda thoughts out ya head real quick fam because the closest you gonna get to the D is when I pin you one two three in the middle of that ring so you besta savor every second of it.”
He laughs again briefly but his good mood and smile soon disappear.
“Now that's dealt with lets get on to the meat and veg fam.”
He opens the bottle of water and takes a drink before continuing.
“Man seen that Katrina told you told you go out and make a statement during the tag ting and maybe you did, I aint know, all I know is ya finisher spam bullshit ain’t impress man a bit if ain’t get the job done and it ain’t get the job done. Nah, man had to come in with the Mic Check, one time, to catch that dub on the champ and show you how we do.”
He takes another drink of water then puts the lid back on and places the bottle back on the floor.
“But the bossman got me on that king Kong shit still, carrying a white gyal to the top tryin' a make you matter but let me tell ya it ain’t gonna do no good fam. I’m a carry her up and throw her right back down to the ground. She ain’t catching no rub off man in any shape and form, trust.”
An arrogant smirk flashes across his face.
“Ya-nah, on the level, that lil' back room casting couch chat bullshit is the most pathetic ting man ever saw, trust.”
He adjusts his position in his seat, leaning forward slightly closer to the camera.
“Man seen Sam sittin' there with her orbiter ya-nah, her lil' pet fuck boi Joseph, all beggin' and pleadin' the bossman for another chance, shrugging her shoulders, pissin' and poutin' like a three year old. Talking about how tings are meant to be done, about how this business is supposed to work”.
He looks disgusted and shakes his head.
“Grow up fam, for fucks sake. You got a short memory gyla, for real. I don’t know how many times man has to tell you ya had you chance. You all had ya chance and you didn’t take it. You let Candi Bratton clutch gold. That’s your fault, your bad fam, that’s on your shoulders. It was supposed to be you, you were hand picked to be the first champion, standard... but you fucked it up.”
He shrugs his shoulders, mimicking The Titaness.
“And man’s no eejiat ya-nah, I know the score, ya done whispered ya sweet words in the bossmans ears and he gone had his wife set us up with a match like the shit ain’t see through, but what ever paigon shit the three of you got planned for next week ain’t matter because man like Skrabz is gonna keep catching dubs all the way to Phoenix.”
He pauses briefly.
“Ya talkin' about how this business is supposed to work and all the while ya got it working in your favour on some Sunny days shit anyway, on a put out and get put on tip. Having tings ya done in the past earning you favours in the now but if ya really so concerned about how this business works.. Well shit I heard the bossman bringin' in more titles so maybe he bring in a woman's strap and set you gyal dem up with ya own belt and division. Give ya different colored ropes and some mood lighting on some diva shit.”
He laughs again while reaching down for his bottle of water.
“And allow making excuses for your blown chances too, for yaself and Issac, talkin' about how your only loses came in a triple threat match. You just gone proved ya got that losers mindset still, thinking a triple threat mean two chances to lose when in my mind it mean two chances to catch that dub, and that’s what I did in mine, standard! “
He takes a drink of water before continuing.
“Ya see there’s levels to this shit and you ain’t on mine Sam, you just going round and round, up and down, no progress, no advancement. It ain’t matter how hard you try or how far you walk your steps lead back to the same place you started on some Escher sketch shit. Plus you so stiff you only turn in right angles on some Etch A Sketch shit.”
A proud, almost conceited smiled stretches across his face.
"Slow it down… I just parred you."
He laughs again.
“Ya coming out every week with a stick up ya arse, over and over sayin' how you live for wrestling and go in to every fight with ya blah blah blah’s… You stagnating, Sam. Ya done hit ya ceiling and everyone know it, the consensus is you should be chasing Phoenix titles and I see by ya lil' plan B that you startin' to learn ya position so after I move past you on my way to the Mile High Championship I’m a leave you to that strap, ya can have that one on me.”
He takes another drink of water, finishing the bottle and placing it back on the floor.
“Coz man like Skrabz is gonna keep rolling right on through whatever is put in front of him and a said it before but none of ya pissin' and poutin' or tweetin' and bitchin' is gonna stop it from happening.”
He leans forward and in to the camera arrogantly as he finishes.
“Man is just gonna keep on doing and sayin' a whole lot of cool shit on his way to the title and ya can all stay feeling however the fuck you’ll want about it, trust.”
He leans forward and taps his phone, ending the video.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2018 19:51:18 GMT -6
12th June, 2018 22:22 PM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room " .... You know, boy. I was intending on going into our fight tomorrow envisioning it simply as another fray. Granted, one with a purpose, yes. But at least that's a bonus. A goal. Now? You fucked up. You were the idiot who made this personal. And it's because of that very reason ... I'm gonna make you regret those words." Samantha is seen glaring daggers while sitting upon her bed. Her hands are cupping her chin as she stares forward at the lens, looking far from amused at Skrabz's retort. If anything, she's very pissed off, and not at all bothering to hide her emotions. "So first fucking thing's first. Let's deal with he minor shit, yeah? Get it, got it? Great. If not? Tough shit. Now then ... I do loosen up and have fun. It's also called things I do out of the ring. There are particular reasons I don't film what I do in my spare time. One, it's personal. Two, I'm not a voyeur when it comes to the more intimate details of my life. So fuck off about that. Hell, that whole portion about Lara was something called a joke. If nothing else, I thought the wink may have given it away. I have standards like you. And don't worry - you're not my kinda guy. So come tomorrow, the last thing on my mind is gonna be seducing you or any shit like that. You've seen more than enough to know - you should have, anyway - I don't fight like that." Sam raises her right index finger, the middle soon accompanying it. "Leave Joseph way the hell outta our talk. You got me and me alone to deal with. Not him. All he does is record my promos. So don't try to get him involved in our issue." Her eyes roll as she adds, "And no, he's not my fuck boy - Christ, at least spell 'boy' correctly. If I'm the three-year-old between the two of us, what's that make you? The immature teen that can't keep his hormones in check? Given your grope session, I'd say so. You dumb fuck, it was obvious Lara didn't like that at all! That was why she retaliated - not jut because she was one of our opponents. You're not a man even. Just another brat who is absolutely terrified of not getting his way. You know how I know that?" Sam's right fingers point towards the camera. "Because of literally everything you said. In both promos for that matter. You're so upset at the mere thought of losing your opportunity that you're trying to use a conspiracy theory to prove this is somehow my doing?" The Titaness chuckles for a few seconds ... and then stops, eliciting a furious growl instead. "Fuck you, you little shit! Listen up and listen damn good! You claim you've seen all my HcW history, right?! Then you should know I don't resort to cheating. I don't need to. Fucking hell, I take pride in not needing to sink to those measures! I brought the sledgehammer in the Triple Threat because it had No Disqualification rules. But matches like those are the only times I've ever brought any accessories over. Otherwise? It's just me, myself, and I versus my opponent. Always." Samantha shakes her head in disappointment, scoffing slightly. "For someone who claims to know so much about me, you really don't know shit. Lemme tell ya something; if there is a conspiracy theory going on here, all I can say is it does not involve me. Fuck and no. In fact, shut up and re-look at my talk with Rob. None of that was begging, nor even whining. I kept calm. Civil. I did express my concerns and thoughts, yes. And I did so in a firm way. But no begging or whining were included. Do you even know what those words mean?! Goddamn." A frustrated sigh passes Sam's lips as she runs her fingers through her hair before reaching over and grabbing her own water bottle. After taking a sip and setting it down, Samantha resumes. "That too. You're all focused on shit from last week still - mostly, anyway. And you think I need to grow up? You need to take a cue from Elsa and let some shit go. Move on - like I've been doing. I simply brought Issac's cage match up because fights like that usually are main events. If I mentioned something about wanting to fight him again or whatever, maybe I could admit that, yes, I have a 'loser's mindset'." Sam's head keeps shaking from side to side. "But that's not true at all, Skrabz. Like it or not, it's true. My only loss was from the Triple Threat. Why? Because I have proven since day one at Mile High that I am a force to be reckoned with. And if you did any of your research and noted my fights elsewhere, you'd know it applies there also. You'd also know my finishers can incapacitate opponents perfectly fine. However, given our fight last week, it wasn't as easy to ensure Atlas Shrugged or Wrath of the Titans kept either Lara or Candi down. This week? Oh yes. It will be different. That's the beauty of singles matches; no excuses. No technicalities. None of that bullshit.
"If I didn't move forward or make any progress, I would never recover from any of my losses, her or in other feds. But I always do. Why? Because my mind is always on the here and now, on the upcoming fights. If and when I think back, it's simply to recall how things ended up going and planning on ways to better myself. Once I get a plan in mind ... " The Titaness snaps her fingers. "Gone. They become memories merely tucked away in the back of my head, only brought back when needed."Another sigh and side-to-side movement of her head are seen before Sam resumes. "You could have kept going with all the petty insults. Kept calling me uptight, a bitch, shit like that. But for you to imply I'm purposely manipulating Rob and the system here? Fuck you. If I were, he likely would have fired me. You, Mr. HcW-Know-It-All, should recall we left for that very reason. The system was direly flawed, courtesy of Lance Mikes. We know first-hand how that shit goes. He probably as much of a zero-tolerance policy as I do for that shit finding its way here. No though. You had to try to accuse me of something that's actually really fucking severe. So guess what?
"What was simply going to be another main event is going to become as much of a massacre as possible. Because I'm going to beat the living fuck out of you. I don't make idle threats, either. You may have been the one to secure a pin last week - but in matches like tags and triple threats, wins and losses are technical. That being said, we both go the win, which thus means I was as responsible for making Candi experience her first loss. But tomorrow? I's your turn to taste defeat - and if I get my way - a bit of your own blood. Because I do intend to attack you so badly that some part of you will bleed. With nothing but my fists, too." Sam pulls her thumb across her throat, eyes narrowing even further. "Sleeping dragons aren't the only thing that's unwise to wake up. Same applies to titans. I'll do my best to teach you to be more respectful - you know, what I gave you. Before you decided to be a prick, that was. If absolutely nothing else? We both agree with one thing. I also want this match to be over. On with my wrestling life and away from yet another drama queen. Good fucking riddance." One last sigh is heard from Sam before she slides under the covers. Seconds after shutting the light off, the second promo comes to an end.
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