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Post by Admin on Jun 27, 2018 15:38:18 GMT -6
No Disqualification Match
Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
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"The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 4, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 29, 2018 8:06:56 GMT -6
National Handshake Day [Our scene opens inside a small dormitory room within the live-ins section of Katalina Star’s Dungeon in Malibu, California. “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins is sporting a “Dat Azz” t-shirt and a pair of “Shush My Tush” lower unmentionables. Her blue Hell&Heel Clear Stiletto Court Shoes are within Camerasphere VRD viewing range but off Vebbins’ feet. She reclines on her twin-sized bed as video footage for promotional material begins recording a candid, lucid train of thought.]
Azurine Vebbins: Believed din’s were settled between us, Samanda. You advanced. I learned my lesson. Could’ve just let bygones be bygones. But dat’s not happenin’, is it? No. Instead, we’re booked to dance a “No Disco Quickstep” which means it’s goin’ to be a human demolition derby at da ol’ ballpark. Hudson and Crockett may even say da fireworks are flyin’ while on commentary. Dat latter bit comes from da fact dat our Main Event merengue will take place on America’s Independence Day. Still, dis is probably da match you wanted one week before competin’ for da Phoenix Championship, isn’t it? Last night’s ballet didn’t end fast enough. Yours truly, “Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins, put up way more dan you expected. Has to be da reason why Mister Mack would pit us against each oder so quickly. Only rational explanation, anyway. Well, dat and my astronomical merch sales dis week paired wid da quarter-hour ratin’s spikin’ durin’ our match. Dose reasons may have contributed to him puttin’ us in da Main Event next Wednesday.
Of course when spinnin’ dat particular narrative yarn, I notion you needlin’ me. What ’bout exactly? How minute dose last two factors matter to you. Case in point, you described merch sales as a ‘bonus’ and, paraphrasin’, ‘doesn’t make us da fighters we are.’ I disagree wid dis statement ’cause “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” legitimately cares for her fanbase. Havin’ deyr support provides empirical evidence on what works for any given situation. Deyr chants, deyr cheers, and spottin’ ‘Dat Azz’ t-shirts as well as ‘Shush My Tush’ Cookin’ Aprons in da crowd...dose motivate me to compete. Helps feed a heal-dy ego, Hamilton, to know you have support when needed. Once again, last night, I naïvely expected your support in da form of a handshake.
It’s a simple act to show you still held a single ounce of respect for me. Instead you looked down on me from da middle ropes and shook your head. Mentionin’ dis since I’m recordin’ my promotional material on Dursday, June 28, 2018 a.k.a. National Handshake Day. Didn’t sit well wid me after da rin’ bell and even after sleepin’ on my bed in Malibu, it still doesn’t. Felt like a sledgehammer to da heart. But look who I’m talkin ’bout? You’re a tin woman, Sam, ’cause you’re missin’ dat vital pumpin’ in your chest. You had da gall to dump my cousin Techne on national airwaves instead of tellin’ her face-to-face. Now, Techne’s claimin’ she won’t watch our clash. My cousin told me her position on dis personal issue is remainin’ stubbornly neutral. Just means one viewer will not factor into da ratin’s.
Dis, of course, brin’s me to da second factor which you most likely believe was forgotten. No, I just needed da proper set-up. Viewership. Do you happen to know da exact moment when ratin’s peaked for Episode 7, Samanda? It was when I applied dat joint-jostlin’ Juji Gatame on you. Was unexpected and more importantly was da moment fans felt an upset might occur. Interest stayed at da high benchmark durin’ our exchange of reversals. Den you managed to connect wid ‘Wrad of da Titans.’ Da ratin’s declined a decent amount when your name was announced as da winner. Doublin’ back to da heart analogy, I represented da pulse of our match-up. When it appeared “Da Adorkable Angel” might soar higher in da Phoenix Championship Tournament, den da ratin’s increased. When it looked like “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” would not walk off da dance floor wid her hand raised, da ratin’s flatlined momentarily. Da ratin’s mattered and made us da fighters we are. How? We fought our hardest when I slapped on dat Cross Armlock. You struggled to escape whereas I tenaciously held on as long as I could. Emphasis bein’ “as long as I could,” since you did shrug me off at one point. Still we fought to da proverbial ‘tood and nail’ in what arguably was da most viewed contest last night.
Of course now it’s goin’ to be an elevated slash extreme variation of grapplin’ “tood and nail,” won’t it, Hamilton? Now you’re not restricted to only usin’ sanctioned grapplin’ maneuvers. No. You’re plannin’ on endin’ dis quickly so you’ll have ample time to prepare for your Ladder Match at Da Rise In Phoenix. Ironic given you lost your most recent Ladder Match to someone roughly my same size. Hence, why I’ve been analyzin’ dat footage practically all night, Sam. Been re-watchin’ our match as well. My only slip-up was not figurin’ out a better counter for dat wicked ‘Wrad of da Titans.’ Not goin’ to tell you what I have in mind, but I do plan to bust it out like a Roman candle next Wednesday. Finally, you may feel compelled to brin’ foreign objects onto da dance floor, but I’d supress dat notion. Den again, you might not even have da chance to when I’m crackin’ da click-clack out of your clavicle wid a domestic American steel chair.
[The scene ends with Vebbins pulling up a steel chair with the phrase “Titaness” written on it. However, in a sign of Phloriphornian tradition the name is X’ed out in black symbolizing that this chair is meant for hostile intentions. Azurine hugs the chair as she goes back to sleep and her Camerasphere VRD blinks off.]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2018 4:53:40 GMT -6
2nd July, 2018
9:31 AM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Undisclosed Hotel Room "Lesson learned, you say? Forgive me if I don't exactly believe you right away. Because everything else after those words proves you have essentially done the exact opposite, Azzy. You're clinging onto the past harder than a pillow. Or even your lover, Alyssa. Either way, it's rather sad in its own rights, to be frank." The camera pans in on Sam sitting in a chair, positioned so it is facing backwards. Her head moves slowly from side to side before a disappointed sigh passes Samantha's lips. "And then there were so many stupid assumptions about me. Fuck if I can ever understand why people in this industry make such a dumb mistake. That's partly how I beat you. You thought you could easily beat me. In the end, I threw you over me - much like you admitted. No, though, I'm not going to make this match end fast. Doing so implies - and typically results in - a person making half-assed efforts. That, Azurine, is something I never done. I love this sport too fucking much to put minimal effort in wrestling. After you saw me whoop Psico's - better know as Mr. Minimal Effort - ass, I would have thought you would have known that much about me.
"But that seems to be your problem. You know nothing, and the few things I've tried to hint or outright tell you? You blow off. Very fatal mistakes, my dear." Another sigh is heard as Sam raises a hand and runs it through her hair. "I could go on and on and on about every single thing that was wrong in your promo. But I'm not going to. I'm simply going to look forward - to the Fourth of July and to the PPV on the eleventh. Like I said, I have no intentions on rushing this match, I will admit my focus will be on the upcoming Ladder Match as well as this No Disqualification fight. I succeeded in my endeavor last week, Azurine. I did so because I proved it is I who does indeed have the stronger desire and will to go into the ring. And once I meet my opponent, no matter who they may be, I give them 200%. Every. Single. Time.
"Not to say you don't give anyone your all. However, this is the difference in an actual predator versus a prey. I always go in with the full intentions of producing one of two outcomes; winning, or giving my opponent one fuck of a beating despite losing. I'd omit the latter if I could, but then I'd be a fool. No one is perfect. No one. Almost, if not everyone here in Mile High has tasted defeat at least once.
"You? You're more of an entertainer which, while that's all well and good, it makes whatever fangs you may have possessed dull and weakened." Sam stands up, getting out of the chair and gesturing towards herself and the lens - towards Azurine through the camera. "This is what separates the two of us apart. In case you haven't seen nor noticed, Azzy, I have been a part of the Upper Echelon here since day one. And I have zero intentions on leaving the higher-up rankings. Not even against some tough bastards I've yet to face, namely the Shieldmaidens.
"But ... enough about that. I am going to bring up one point you mentioned. However, it does have to do with our match, so it's relevant in my mind and eyes." Walking over towards the closet, Sam opens it, sauntering back towards the chair. In her hands is her favorite tool to use for No Disqualification matches - a sledgehammer. "You said it yourself - compared the pain in your heart to a sledgehammer ramming against it. Well, Azzy? That may be a legit concern in a few days. You've already seen that even against people I know on a personal note, I don't go easy. It's much worse when I'm allowed to bring this into the ring. Before our last fight, you said you'd make gravity work against me. This time, however, it's gonna bite you in your rear. It's no simple feat to lift this, and it requires just as much balance, equilibrium, and strength to not only bring it down, but make your strike count.
"You should definitely know that my accuracy with this is not only really good, but lethal. I have smashed this against peoples' skulls. I have dislocated jaws, and even knocked teeth out with this. Are you going to have it in you to use this - or any sorta weapon?" A very knowing smirk crosses her face. "I doubt it - but here's some free advice from you. A chair isn't gonna cut it for ya. I've dodged my share of them, particularly here at MHW. Moreover? Those aren't guaranteed to knock a person out. Ask Rob; he used it back when he was Snakebite. I stayed conscious after the hit. This, on the other hand, is a very different story." Sam smiles smugly as she hoists the sledgehammer over her right shoulder. "I have a good hunch why the Maser is out and injured. If you paid attention during the Triple Threat, you'll recall Candi go a hold of my sledgehammer and went to town on Issac's ribs. Well ... those never got a break. In the short-term, chairs are good for temporarily stunning and dazing people. Sledgehammers? They can break joints, bust open the human body. These are some of the most merciless tools in wrestling for a damn good reason. They don't hold back - much like me, hence why I favor them." A very serious, stoic look crosses Sam's face as she places the sledgehammer carefully down on the floor, leaning it against the wall. "I'm not gonna bother saying you shouldn't come in the ring. I'm not that much of a Heel in how I talk to people. However, know that the very second I decide to use my weapon of choice that this match is gonna become all the more dangerous for you. I have no idea what you're gonna do in the PPV. I can guarantee, however, you're gonna have a hell of a time partaking in that fight when I'm done with you.
"By now, I hope you realize how badly of a lose-lose this is for you. Even if you pull a win off ... what's it gonna do for you? Nothing as far as the Phoenix Title. Another win, but .... " Sam shrugs her shoulders. "That is why, at worst, I'll be quick not to end this fight, but move on past it. I already ensured I got what I wanted. You've seen me continue to come into Denver's stadium week in and week out and put my body at risk. So no matter what may come from this fray, you're not going too break my will or spirit. Hell, one of us is much more likely to shatter a bone before you succeed in that." Sam starts to raise a hand - likely to signal Joseph to shut off the camera before stopping. "Oh ... one last thing. If you think the only move you gotta worry about is my Wrath of the Titans, you're sadly mistaken. I have more finishers and a good amount of signatures which are just as deadly." Her grin widens as The Titaness waves towards the camera. "I'll be sure to wear something blue when we meet again. That way, we'll be completely patriotic; your red hair and whatever blood is shed, all sprawled upon the bright, white canvas. That added in with whatever blue shirt - or clothes - I wear will make this a very worthwhile Fourth of July show to watch. And who knows? Maybe there will be actual fireworks? Only time will tell though, eh? See you soon, Azzy." Sam's hand raises fully up in the air. Her thumb presses firmly against her right middle digit as she snaps her fingers. Once the signal is given, the promo cuts out.
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Post by azurinevebbins on Jul 3, 2018 20:03:52 GMT -6
Pyrrhic Victory
Azurine Vebbins: Probably wonderin’ why I’m sittin’ on a stepladder eatin’ Halo Top Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, eh? Dey are symbolic representations of what my opponent views of my chances in a No DQ Match. And while yes, Halo Top isn’t Dairy Queen and hence would fit into da “No DQ” narrative...dat’s not da reason why I chose dis dessert. It’s a creature comfort for me and when openin’ da lid, “Da Adorkable Angel’s” greeted wid four of da greatest words in da English Language: “I’m Cold, Let’s Spoon.” Samanda mentioned how I clin’ tightly to my girlfriend Alyssa. Personally, it’s very heal-dy to spoon in a romantic relationship since it increases intimacy. Closeness. Dat’s da reason why you’ll be swin’in dat sledgehammer on Wednesday, Sam. You can’t let most people approach your proximity wid-out dem bein’ more dan an arm’s reach. But I’m not like most people, am I, Titaness? I plan on gettin’ close, wrappin’ my arms ’round your waist, and den suplexin’ you like a Cydni Lauper song. Yes, “Time After Time” describes da tempo and frequency quite well. After all, if you’re goin’ to give opponents unrealistic percentages like 200 every sin’le time...den I have some latitude for embellished choreography. Just stands to reason. Speakin’ of din’s dat stand to reason, you claim deyr’s only two ways to solve our upcomin’ fight equation. “Da Titaness” hy-pod-e-sizes dat she will eider win or “give her opponent one foxtrot of a beatin’ despite losin’.” Permit me my nostalgic naïveté, but isn’t deyr anoder answer you’re overlookin’ for once? It’s so academic I’m surprised a student of da game like yourself didn’t mention it. Dat oder answer is “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” dances into Magness Arena lookin’ to score a pyrrhic victory. For my fans who are unaware, a pyrrhic victory is defined as “won at too great of a cost to have been word-while for da victor.” I legitimately need to be da one wid my hand raised tomorrow night. Deyr’s no ifs, ands, or beautiful butts ’bout it...I need dis win to prove my talent & appeal belong in dat “upper echelon” discussion Samanda mentioned. Right now, some view my presence as pure appeal. Believe you me, I have no complaints on my “t & a,” but to reiterate dose letters stand for talent and appeal as far as I’m concerned. Still, Hamilton, I have an inklin’ on what you’re ruminatin’ on. Why did Azzy carry, set up, climb, and sit on top of a stepladder? To reinforce da pyrrhic narrative. [“The Adorkable Angel” gazes skyward towards the prototype championship belt, spreads her arms to showcase a decent wingspan, and makes sure her attached microphone can be picked up by the security camera.]Azurine Vebbins: I chose dis height of stepladder as evidence of your assertion dat I am far and removed from competin’ for da Phoenix Championship. However, I have da opportunity to damage you just enough dat you won’t recover fully in seven short days. Meanwhile, your opponent. wheder it’s “Party Boy” Chris Mosh or Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, will. Mosh is focused on his Grudge Match against Wavy Crockett and Carbajal always knows when to rally her laissez-faire maidens. Woman can win on her own, but I just sense Crockett costin’ Mosh his chance to partake in a “Safety Dance.” Was a call to arms statin’ it was safe to dance. Anyways, Carbajal will recover from her Second Round Shuffle wid Mosh. Meanwhile, you’ll still be wonderin’ how “Dat Azz” spanked you so hard wid such a wide range of offense? I mean, it’s not some-din’ you’d say out loud. Heavens, no. But in your external occipital protuberance? Yes, you’ll be imaginin’ and replayin’ what goes down tomorrow again and again. Might not break your will or spirit in under 24 hours, but when you aren’t able to climb dat ladder faster dan your adversary...dat will. Fur-der breakage will come when you realize I have no-din’ to lose tomorrow. Dat’s why you’re already preparin’ to strike me down wid your myopic Mjolnir, isn’t it? To smite me into midcard muck. In actuality, I’ll just be weakenin’ your arms wid every swin’. Each one, connect or miss, and given I’m more agile deyr will be way more misses dan hits...will be like you tryin’ to grab anoder rung on da ladder. It’s an arduous climb, Hamilton, and I don’t believe you can make it after what I unleash tomorrow. In summation, my game plan tomorrow is leavin’ dat dance floor wid my hand raised high. I’m just as talented as you are, Sam. Only difference is dat you will fatigue given your utter lack of crowd support. Conversely, I’ll be fightin’ wid natural stamina and just enough adrenaline to provide my chanters a rhumba-like rumble to remember. Could I indeed endure too much for it? Deyr’s always a possibility, but I’m willin’ to wid-stand whatever wrad you dish out and spoon-feed back a double dose of mat-based medicine. Dat’s how you’ll know da fireworks started, Samanda. You’ll know ’cause my fans will be poppin’ huge and loudly. Wid dat, my time for discussion has ended...all dat’s left to say is Happy Independence Day, folk. [Our scene ends abruptly as the security camera feed scrambles out without warning.]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 23:09:53 GMT -6
3rd July, 2018
11:24 AM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Diamond Cabaret "Ohhh ... Azzy, Azzy, Azzy .... " As the camera finishes adjusting, we see The Titaness shaking her head, grinning as she lightly presses her body against a strip pole. Given the lack of an audience ad the time shown in the upper left corner, it's fair to assume Sam made some special arrangements in order to make this video. She's also clad in nothing but a bikini. "Ignorance may usually be bliss, but that isn't why I didn't mention your 'Pyrrhic victory'. No. It's even simpler. You said yourself you didn't have the stomach to watch my Triple Threat match. If you couldn't look, how do you expect to do anything to me? But then, let's go with what you did list in both promos. Chairs? Like I said, nice for immediate use and all, but in the long run? Weak. And your suplexes? Impressive, no doubt. But sweetie - you're going against moi. The Titaness. You're keeping your plans far too simple. You're going to need to do - as I said in our first match - much more to get and keep me down. And that is why I'm confident you won't earn even that; because you're not great with the more 'hardcore' types of fights?
"Me? That's what I've done since day fucking one. Even before I joined the underground, I had to use such tactics while living on the streets. Don't worry, I'm not relaying that to get a 'woe is me' reaction; they're just facts. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less." Reaching over, Sam grabs onto the pole and flips, while still holding on. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon, she adjusts herself into quite the bold position. "So ... what was that about me not being able to do this? You would have been more right on saying I don't usually train with the more exotic or erotic things. But make no mistake - I can - and do - adapt damn well. I learned pretty quickly it's an essential rule not just to survival, but this industry also. That being said ... expect other surprises in our match than simply fireworks. Maybe I don't bring the sledgehammer. Maybe I'll use brass knuckles instead. Or even my own chair - ah, the irony, huh?" 'Her eyes roll before Sam eases herself carefully down off the pole, leaning against it with an irked look. "I know what you're really going for. It's not much of a secret, but it ain't gonna work. People have tried to get in my head. And if anything, I've made it backfire against them. Look. I'll give you an A for effort and shit. But honestly? I've been against your ex so many times that I've become her in my own regard. I will be the unstoppable object-slash-force in your path. Just as I never could beat her, the same fate will find you. Get used to it. I may not know all your moves - but you sure as hell don't know mine. Nor exactly how far I am willing to go in any match. The Shiranui off the ladder was but a preview. If push ever came to shove, then you can bet that sweet azz of yours that I'll increase the stakes even higher, regardless of whether that ups my chances of dying or not.
"You? You don't have that sorta nerve in you." Sam lazily wraps her hand around the pole, beginning to walk around it in slow circles while staring into the lens. "As for my ladder match? You let me worry about that. That's another thing you're not giving me credit for, Azurine. I heal ... quickly. Like Wolverine or, since there is a female equivalent, X-23. That's how I can return here week in and week out, as well as fight in other companies. So ... you've been wondering why I'm not worried? Easy. All the advantages you think you have against me ... you don't. I have them. You say I lack stamina? Bitch, please. I did the most fighting for the longest during the Triple Threat for the MHW Championship. Hell, I broke out of handcuffs when Issac tried to keep me from winning. So ... you say I have no stamina? I say you're full of shit." The Titaness stops her circular sauntering and gazes once more towards the camera. "More strength? Check. Taller? Check. Bigger chest? Hmmm ... half-check; I'd have to see to be sure, but just from the images, I can guess we're close. Stamina? Double check. Will Power? Triple check? Hunger to fight?" At this, Sam grins, raising her hands above her head. "All the checks! I'd pull an Oprah if I could. You know, one for you, and one for you, and another for that random person .... buuuut .... it doesn't work that way. Sad but true." Samantha clears her throat, wearing her more typical, stoic look as her hands fall back beside her hips. "You haven't changed since last week. In fact, you've gotten more desperate. In this game? That's very dangerous. It can help, sure, but you gotta play your cards correctly. With you constantly being in that Dungeon ... I think your mindset's the wrong one. Azzy ... I'll spell it out for you real simple. There is no easy way to go against me, and even less of one that allows anybody to easily beat me. When - and if - people have defeated me, it has come accompanied by - all on their end - fatigue, sore body, sore joints, broken or dislocated body parts if they're unfortunate, and so much more. You? You hardly did anything to me in our first fight, least of all any significant damage.
"I warned you back before our first fray you wouldn't be able to handle a loss. This promo you gave right here, right now? That's proof I was right." Her head shakes again as Sam stretches. She purposely arches her back, making a bit of her top lift ever-so-slightly and reveal the bare minimum amount of cleavage. She smirks while straightening her posture back to a neutral position. "If you want to earn a spot in the Upper Echelon with me, by all means, go for it. But you're not close - nor ready - for that yet. You've got a long ways to go. I was born ready, and I have worked to earn my position. There are very, very few people here who can throw me all the way down to the bottom. Even after losing to Skrabz, it didn't really affect me. Whether you noticed or not ... well ... that's up to you. But honestly, Azzy? I'm not gonna tell you every single thing. There are just some things you need to learn on your own. If I gave you the answer to every single problem and stuff, then your fame here would be strengthened yet again by me and me alone. I doubt you want that.
"You can go on and on about ratings, fan bases, whatever. But I've told you before ... they do not help as far as our physical prowess goes. That is achieved by only ourselves. So if you wanna focus on when the best and worst moments of your matches and when they were, go for it. The main thing that truly matters for the fighters - and this is the last answer I'm giving away for free - are results. How it turned out, who emerged victorious; all that jazz and more. Now then ... " Samantha sneaks a glance over, noting the time. "It's getting close to lunch. So if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna change into more appropriate civilian clothing and grab a bite to eat. Happy Fourth, Azurine ... everyone. Mile High Episode Eight is easily going to be one of the most explosive episodes yet. I don't need to be a Seer to know or guess that's likely gonna become a true assumption." Sam waves - and then salutes in honor of the Fourth quickly approaching - before walking off the stage. Likely to go get changed in a dressing room. Joseph follows her for about fifteen seconds before shutting the camera off.
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