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Post by Admin on Jun 20, 2018 19:05:40 GMT -6
Mile High Wrestling Phoenix Championship Tournament Round One Match Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton vs "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins
Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 27, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 17:11:32 GMT -6
24th June, 2018 13:13 PM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room "Sorry about the long-ass wait. I intend to make these promos and our fight well worth the wait." The camera pans in on Sam sitting atop her bed. To her right is a considerably numerous pile of wristbands. Joseph zooms up to reveal - specifically - they're from all the times she's had to be administered into a hospital. The camera lingers on the display for a while before shifting back over to Sam's face and figure. "I want you to keep what you just saw in mind, because it very much links to the point of this promo. This is technically going to be a rhetorical question, though I wouldn't mind if you gave a reply in your own footage. These ... " Samantha reaches down, picking up the most recent bracelet and holding it in front of her face, "Are proof of how much I'm willing to risk. In fact, part of the reason I was in the hospital longer than I wanted was - apparently - the Shiranui did more than anyone guessed. I fractured a lot of bones. But the main thing the doctors were most worried about were my ribs.
"Luckily - and by some goddamned miracle even I can hardly believe - they were all closed fractures. Open would have been much uglier, and worse. Still, they wanted to make sure none of the ribs came undone and pierced a lung or heart. You can fairly guess I was not happy with hearing I had to stay in bed so long. But ... they gave me a good reason, so I complied and remained in the hospital bed for as long as needed. That, for a more exact date, was up until yesterday afternoon. They wanted to be very sure." Her fingernails lightly drum aginst her denims, all while The Titaness keeps holding onto her bracelet. She nods quickly after a few moments before resuming. "Since you love referring to fights as 'dances', I want to reassure you of one thing; you have never done a flamenco nor tango with anyone nearly as quick or strong as myself. Mainly the latter. Wrestling will always be my first true love. Some could even go so far as to say I'm married to my sport. Obviously, it isn't true in a literal sense. But some days? Well ... it does feel like it. I've already assumed and accepted that, hell, I'll die one day. Maybe not in the ring, but due to injuries from a fight, yes. And you know what? I'd be perfectly fine with that.
"That is how much wrestling means to me.
"You're right that, before now, we have never faced one another before." Sam smirks, shaking her head from side to side. "I'm not gonna let that stop me though. I didn't know anyone here on the roster, and I have repeatedly dominated most of my matches. You're a name and face I've known way longer than Mile High. At any rate, I can guarantee you the next few days are gonna be spent making up for lost time and working out. Don't be too amazed if my next promo shows me still going to town on a punching bag or glistening in sweat because I just finished a trip to a gym.
"Now ... here's where this all becomes more real.
"Azurine? What will you give up to ensure you can beat me and thus have a chance at obtaining the Phoenix Belt? I have no reason to hide my answer. It's simple ... and one of the most deadliest words to use when making a wish. But it's true. For me, my reply is .... I'd give any and everything up if absolutely needed. Quite frankly, you probably guessed that just from how the Street Fight went. Annnd assuming Techne told you his, my nose from the Ladder Fight at CPW is still broken. Likely will be by the time we meet up in the ring.
"Still, things like how fucked my body is, what's still wounded, where I'm still aching ... none of those bother me. In fact, they're more fuel for my fire. I'm not questioning your devotion to this sport. What I am doubting, however, is if you'll have it in you to go to more extreme measures to keep me down. Those will be much more likely to help you out than a mere Clothesline or DDT. Go over any of my matches, be them against Young or any from here. You'll see exactly what I mean." Samantha lets the words sink in before stretching, standing up to her feet. "You're gonna need a hell of a plan, because particularly in matches like these, when it's for something that I want, it takes a lot to stop me. Given I never hold back ever? That makes me all the more dangerous to face. Even against opponents like you, whom I have a sense of respect and know on a personal note, those won't be enough to make me weaken my punches. I hope you're truly going to be ready by Wednesday. Come the end of our fight, we'll have done much more than one mere foxtrot; that I can guarantee you." As Sam begins walking away, she turns her back towards the camera. Seconds after she starts peeling her shirt off - likely so she can get a shower in - the camera shuts off.
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 26, 2018 5:05:41 GMT -6
Sound Marketin’ Strategy [Leaked Camerasphere footage opens on “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins inside a large MHW ShopZone warehouse. The exact location appears to be on the outskirts of Denver. Production of her recently-released “Shush My Tush” Cooking Apron has been increasing exponentially. Not only does Ms. Vebbins want to outsell her opponent in the ring, but she plans to do so at virtual and physical merchandise stands. Similar to last week, she’s sporting her blue Hell&Heel Clear Stiletto Court Shoes. Conversely, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” appears to be wearing a “Titaness” t-shirt like a makeshift pencil skirt while her apron doubles as a tanktop of sorts. Breathing a sigh of relief and clicking both heels three times as an homage to Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz.” Understanding there is no time like the present, she extemporaneously begins speaking. However, before greeting an audience invisible, she picks up a clipboard as evidence of her research. The following footage was filmed on Monday, June 25th, 2018.]Azurine Vebbins: Salutations, folk! In less dan two nights I face my toughest challenge to date in “Da Titaness” Samanda Hamilton. As opposed to previous opponent, I dance wid a sense of slight trepidation. I’ve seen her grapple and what she’s done to dose I had personal connection to. Well, personal connection to at one time. If I’m tellin’ da trude, I’m on better speakin’ terms wid Sam dan I am wid da woman she tangled wid way back when. Da woman Hamilton mentioned in her promotional material...was my ex. Obviously “Da Titaness” wanted me to remember how much dey brutalized each oder. Grapplin’ to-ged-er caused dem to develop a whole new respect. On Wednesday night, I intend to gain a similar level of respect. Now, I know what you’re probably askin’ yourselves. How can “Da Adorkable Angel” say she intends to gain a similar level of respect when she’s already friends wid dat mesmerizin’ maulin’ mesomorph? Da answer is simple as glucose. Friends look out for one anoder and aren’t out for blood or deyr fair share of someone else’s broken bones. Don’t believe I could get dat amount of animus for Hamilton. Plus, I already used da line ’bout broken bones when discussin’ dose dames known as Shieldmaidens. [Vebbins twirls about the warehouse in concentric circles while bringing more focus to the clipboard. Attached is a list of the Top 10 Hottest Selling Items from MHW ShopZone. Out of all ten items, three are highlighted. Number 3 is Azurine Vebbins’ “Dat Azz” T-Shirt and Number 1 is Samantha Hamilton’s “The Titaness” t-shirt. Sandwiched between was Candi Bratton’s “Bratton Pack” t-shirt at #2, but when you're the Mile High Wrestling Heavyweight Championship such brand positioning is expected. Vebbins remains resolute while mentally shifting gears.]Azurine Vebbins: Humbled and flattered to know I have so many fans buyin’ my first attempt at apparel. Clearly, it was a success as last week it jumped to da 3rd highest sellin’ item at M-H-Dubya ShopZone. Da number one contender’s fitted cap and hoodie as well as dree different Shieldmaiden-related shirts sold less units. Again, I’m very humbled and flattered to know you fine folk would rad-er buy a t-shirt wid da phrase “Dat Azz” dan contribute to da alternative revenue streams of Skrabs, Robi Jean Mitchell, Ophelia “Widow” Blaque, and/or da five-way percentile dose last two split profits wid Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and/or Jackie “Bandit” Layton. Know it sounded like I rambled, but I wanted to let you know who I bested commercially against last week. Only two people did better. Dose two individuals are Candi Bratton, our current Mile High Wrestlin’ Heavyweight Champion wheder we like it or not, and yes, Samanda Hamilton. I’m ecstatic to know I podiumed dis week knowin’ how popular dose two dames are. Surprisin’ly, da “Bratton Pack” were not in full force as Candi secured second place. Dis leads us to da conclusion dat Ms. Hamilton was first in overall sales. [Vebbins tries to keep acting babyface, but tinges of jealousy creep out if only for one week.]Azurine Vebbins: Could be from valiantly competin’ in a Street Fight against one crazy person. Yours truly only held her own against two game grapplers. Granted, one likens herself to a projectile and da oder was just happy to be competin’, but da point still stands. Yet, da point remains I fought courageously against statistically greater odds dan my blestie. But she sent da insane interloper out on a stretcher, broke her own Eskimo kisser, and every-din’s peachy keen and green beans, right? Right. Could even tell my cousin Techne dat wid a busted beak she could still kiss a cheek, wheder facial or tush... Actually, dat’s where you and I don’t see eyes-to-glasses on. Da vanquishin’ she delivers was assured from da moment dat skirmish was announced. My sanctioned contest, however, was very much in doubt. Neider of my adversaries had competed by demselves before. Dat made dem wildcards which couldn’t be shuffled back into da deck. Still, “Da Damsel In Dat Dress” managed to outsmart Anya and Alex, didn’t she, folk? Divided and conquered like a bleepin’ blitzkrieg. And perhaps dat’s da motivation for pittin’ us against da oder, Samanda. We’re essentially dividin’ da fanbase right down da middle. Whoever comes out on top will conquer dis Phoenix Championship Tournament. Dat conqueror will rise to a more profound plateau of prominence. You asked me what am I willin’ to give up to ensure I beat you? No-din’. You know why? ’Cause members of Da Clan Vebbins don’t enter any fray wid a defeatist mindset. Instead we plan on how to outsmart, outwork, and outsell da competition. I plan to outsmart you via usin’ your own mass and muscle against you. Gravity will be my ally in keepin’ you down on da designated dancefloor. As for outwork? Dame, please. I may be my Mistress’ filly, but you’re da real one-trick pony. Told me in your next promo you might still be “goin’ to town on a punchin’ bag or glistenin’ in sweat” ’cause you “just finished a trip to da gym.” It’s borderline rudimentary compared wid da various exotic exercises I actively engage in. Anyone can learn how to lift weights or strike a heavy bag usin’ muscle memory. It just becomes motion wid-out notion. Conversely, when I dust as a maid, perform a pole fitness routine, or tightly grip da inner handles of my front hooves...in dose instances, an alternative acumen is needed. To prevent da risk of miscalculation, I must constantly perceive my surroundin’s and communicate via effective movement. Dat latter preventative measure could have a secondary meanin’, y’know. How? It’s sound marketin’ strategy, Samanda. Why do you suppose I introduced a universally-understood, polite yet provocative cookin’ apron dis week? Why did I specifically choose a vast array of models from numerous demographics? ’Cause I wanted to be first, for once. Wanted to showcase how motivated and dedicated I can be when a dauntin’ task presents itself. Heavy Twitter traffic drove a significant portion of da demand. I was relentless, still am, and will be dis Wednesday night. After all, who wouldn’t look fashionable sashayin’ in a brand-spankin’-new “Shush My Tush” Cookin’ Apron? Bet even you...which is why I’m wearin’ your shirt under-nead as a skirt. Why? Helps symbolize my merch should always go over yours. It’s also a rad-er bold statement on my part since I’m predictin’ our match will end up da same way. Hoo girl, I need to get dese aprons shipped today. Orders weighin’ more dan you can bench, Sam. Orders dat may require a Candi Bratton-powered forklift. All in all, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for our merengue, blestie. And unlike you, I’m fit as a fiddle wid cakes on da proverbial griddle. Finally, to paraphrase your motivational graphic, Hamilton...you’ve sweat enough, you’ve sacrificed enough, but now it’s time for someone else to succeed. [Our scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins twirling out of her “Titaness” t-shirt skirt before holding it up and tearing it apart like a female Hulk Hogan. She smiles, then smirks, and then skips her merry way out of the warehouse.]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 18:18:53 GMT -6
26th June, 2018 22:18 PM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room " ... Are you fucking serious with me right now, Azurine? Really? Really?! You're getting all pissy because I'm doing better than you in the merchandise area?!" The scene adjusts to Sam in her hotel room. However, she's sitting near her laptop. She also doesn't look dressed as if she returned recently from the gym. Nor got a shower in. It's fair to assume all of hose were done way earlier in the day, hence why there's no indication of her doing any of these tasks. Her head shakes in disappointment as she scoffs. "Wow. Just ... wow. How lame. Do you seriously think I care about that? Huh?! Nope! That - like many other things in this industry - is a bonus. Like you said, it's an indication we have a huge fan base. But sales don't make us the fighters we are. Hell, I'm gonna be more brutally honest than usual because, clearly, it's needed. You brought all of this on yourself. When all is said and done, you will have no one to blame for your fuck-ups except yourself, especially that snippy attitude of yours. That ain't from the Azurine I met and knew. Nah, it's from someone else.
"So .. first thing's first. Let's get one fact straight. Your 'azz' ... it only found Mile High for one reason." Sam's eyes narrow as she points at herself. "You're looking at her, sweetie. I am how you came to be in this federation. I am the person who has helped make your existence here known, who has brought you to stardom here in Mile High. If it hadn't been for me, you never would be doing half as good in Denver. Maybe other locations, sure; like the Dungeon you seem to love and boast so much about. But unless you fight there, that doesn't mean jack shit. So, like it or not, you owe me.
"Second -and perhaps the more important point - you don't know how it feels to have a belt. You don't begin to know nor understand the pressure that comes with it. Me? I do. I've won belts before. Shit, Azurine; when we had the Summit Series tournaments, you couldn't even handle the pressure just from that. You lost both of your matches for fuck's sakes! Me? I won mine. You know why?
"Because I crave chances like these, more so if a belt's involved. You? You don't have that hunger, that desire. But I'll humor you for a few seconds. Let's pretend you did somehow beat me. What happens once you lose? All that work, all that momentum ... it's gonna crumble upon you. You're not gonna be able to handle that type of pressure." Her right hand moves over to the side, grabbing a water bottle. Samantha's left, meanwhile, raises beside her head. "I won't lie. Yes, I have been sour before - in and out of Mile High - after titles slip through my fingers. The difference between you and me is gonna be like night and day, though. I can recover. I can tell myself there will be a next time and work to better myself. You? You're gonna be a lost, little pony. Speaking of said animals .... " A smirk curls on Sam's lips as she pauses. After taking a quick sip of water, she leans forward. "I wouldn't say I'm only a one-trick pony. But, if you wanna have your ego so huge it blocks out the truth, fine. Be that way. Because I'll give you a kind reminder of what happened the last time you called someone that exact same phrase." Leaning back in the chair behind her, the camera now focuses less on The Titaness and more so on her laptop. Pulled up is a familiar match; one Azurine, in fact, had been involved in. "This is why you couldn't handle tournaments like we're about to go in. You let your ego become cockiness, and then waltzed into the match assuming victory was all yours. But Azzy .... " Sam chuckles, shaking her head from side to side. "I'll woman up and admit I've been there, done that. And I can easily say because of me making those same errors that it's one of the worst mindsets to have. Right now, I'm confident - rightfully so. While you had a 0-2 record at Summit Series, I had 2-0, tied with your own ex a the top. I have won and secured belts. And even when I've lost them? I've fought and earned them back again. As far as Mile High goes? There's a damn good reason I earned a spot to become the first Mile High Champion ever. Just re-watch the tapes; it's not hard to see. The answer's real easy, so I'll just say it for you. I am one of the most dominant fighters here. And I have shown it more often than not. Even in said Triple Threat, I was the most dominant between the three of us despite not winning. That wasn't by mistake. That was achieved by years of working, struggling, sweating, bleeding in this sport.
"So do you understand now? It's like I said. You're not ready for any of this. Not yet." An irked sigh passes Sam's lips as she turns away from her screen and glares back at the lens. "I don't know where that attitude of yours came from, but I'm gonna have to knock more than sense into you come tomorrow. And this is where point number three comes in. It may not be as important as showing you're spouting bullshit and false bravado, but it's vital enough for me to mention. So ... that Dungeon you work in? It's not really a secret what you do here. Shit, you advertise it so often. Shamelessly, even. Which ... that's fine. Each to their own. However ... submissives never come out on top. That's one of the points of them; someone claims them, and they obey and heed them like the perfect pet. As I said earlier ... I have been in the top of this roster since arriving. You are not gonna be the person to shove me down near the bottom. Fuck and no. I have my own list of people I could envision - and be fine - with achieving hat. I might have been fine with you ... before you decided to go disrespecting me. It's the only reason I'm being this way. I'm just returning he favor. An eye for an eye and all."One more long swig of water .... and then Samantha continues on. "Last - but sure as fuck not least - I decide when I'm done bleeding and sweating for this sport. If it isn't me, then there's three other options I'll heed listening to if push comes to shove. A certified doctor, Rob, or Katrina. But you?" Sam rolls her eyes before narrowing them. "Fuck and that. You don't get to tell me when I'm done, nor when I'm gonna fail. I decide all of that. History of the match I showed between you and Boots Martin will repeat. Only this time, I'll come out as the victor, and thus respectively on top.
"Finally ... one last thing, and this ain't for you. It's for Techne." For the briefest of seconds, Sam's eyes soften. The expression only lingers for about twenty seconds before her gaze returns to a more stern, hardened one. "I legitimately am sorry - but not enough to take this back. No more. We're done. I was going to do this before your cousin decided to be a bitch to me. But now that this has potential to turn into a very messy family affair, that's just all the more reason for me to stop while I'm ahead. It's not, however, the main reason I'm breaking up. It's simpler. Techne .. I was just supposed to be a goddamned dance partner for one night. I even told Azurine I'm not good with long-term commitments and shit. And that's exactly what this is slowly evolving into. So I'm putting an end to it while I can. Besides .... " The Titaness gestures to herself. "First and foremost, I'm a fighter, not a lover. I wasn't kidding when I said I could be viewed as being married to my career. Otherwise? I'm just not good with this intimate stuff. And it's linked to everything I just said - but you deserve way better than me. Maybe there'll be a time I can break my curse and be a decent partner for someone. Until then? I'm the worst lover for anyone. Really, I am." Sam softly exhales, closing her eyes. As they open once again, she pulls her thumb across her throat. "Azzy .. the time to put up or shut up is drawing near. I'll definitely help you with the latter. The former? Nope. No way. Hell would be more likely to freeze over before you conquer me. You can dance your 'azz' off all you want. As for me? I'm gonna come into the ring, kick your ass - very hard, I might add - and take your name as another of the Mile High roster I have defeated, and move on further into this tournament. End of story. Good night ... and fucking good riddance with that temper tantrum you displayed." Samantha stands up, beginning to walk towards the bed. The camera follows her for a few more seconds before fading to black.
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