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Post by Admin on Jul 4, 2018 16:22:09 GMT -6
Deuce Holmes & Snakebite vs Tyke Index & Lance MikesRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, July 11, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2018 12:42:23 GMT -6
I remember it like it was yesterday...
I'm kidding. I really don't think about it too often. I've been too busy running Mile High Wrestling.
It's doing great, by the way.
So great in fact, you finally decided to come check it out for yourself. A little publicity for you, if you will.
Wherever the spotlight shines the brightest, Lance Mikes is sure to come hog it.
But that's the difference between me and you, Lance; I don't mind sharing the spotlight. That's why Mile High Wrestling is growing.
So come inside, Lance. Kick your shoes off. Make yourself at home. I want everyone to make money.
Let's all get rich.
But that's not you huh? You're the type to come inside, keep your shoes on, sit on my couch, and wipe your muddy shoes all over my shit.
"Fuck yo couch, Rob!"
Naw, fuck YOU.
This is MY world. This isn't your version of HcW, where the script says everyone but Lance Mikes has nothing going for them.
This is Mile High Wrestling. Where everyone has an opportunity.
And I'm giving you the opportunity to beat my skull in for putting a big hole in your company after I left.
An opportunity....
And Tyke. Ohhhh Tyke.
Tykey Poo....
You swear up and down you had nothing to do with Lance Mikes showing up on my show. But why should I believe you?
The King of Coke Mountain.
You probably snorted a mountain before you showed up in the Magness Arena.
Lies.
I've been trying to sign you to a contract for what has now become months. And all you ever say is you will. But you never deliver. Then the minute you actually come to my show, Lance Mikes shows up and fucks up my couch.
Coincidence?
You two came together.
Be real....
Why lie anyways? I'm going to promote HcW. I'm going to let you two wrestle on my Pay-Per View. I'm going to share my spotlight with you. So just tell the truth.
Hell, as I said, when all the smoke clears, I'll still have a contract waiting for you to sign, Tyke. Whenever you're ready to start swimming with the sharks, buddy.
Imagine it....Tyke Index vs Skrabz.
Snort a line for that one, you party animal.
Tyke Index vs Forge.
Shit, snort three lines for that one.
Tyke Index vs Emily Falls.
I think she snorts lines too. Snort a mountain together!!!
At The Rise, I'm coming with the face paint, Tyke. And you know what that means....
I'm not so sane with the paint on.
I guess you can say, I go hard in the paint...
At The Rise, you are my enemy. And I'm gonna fuck you up.
You and your BFF.
You see, Lance can say whatever he wants to say about Deuce. But Deuce was smarter than me. It took me five months before I left HcW, and stopped wasting my time.
Deuce didn't even stay one month.
He saw shit in the toilet, and flushed it.
Bye bye.
So what happens when Mile High Wrestling wins, this Wednesday?
Well nothing.....
We keep rising to the top, and HcW goes on to bigger and better things.
At the end of the day, Deuce wanted to team with Snakebite. And I wanna slap the shit out of Lance.
And above all else......I want you, Tyke, to see how it feels to be in a Mile High Wrestling ring.
Because you've been in HcW so long, you don't know anything else. And maybe that's why you're so hesitent to sign this contract.
When you feel the energy, you will know.
So come on in, boys. And keep your shoes on.
Vent your frustrations, Lance.
Spit your game, Tyke.
Let's fuck em up, Deuce.
Bitches get stitches.
And that's just how it is.....
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 10:48:13 GMT -6
So the match has been set.
Actions have been taken that cannot be taken back.
I turned up at Mile High Wrestling and took out the big boss. I took out the Donkey Kong of MHW. I took out Snakebite better known to you idiots as Robert Mack, the man behind the mask.
Why? Cause the guy just whines and whines all day long. Whether it was in HcW or Mile High. He just constantly whines and I’m sick of hearing it.
That’s why I turned up in his back yard, his house. That’s why I beat him to within an inch of his life in front of his own fans. In his own company.
How embarrassing is that Snakebite, how does that make you feel? I invaded your home and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it.
I had a little help from my fellow Defiance buddy Tyke Index.
Oh yeah, D E F I A N C E is back and there aint a damn thing anyone can do about.
That goes for Snakbite, that also goes to Biff from HcW. It goes to anyone who thinks they can beat the most dominate team in HcW history.
So the match is now set. Lance Mikes and Tyke Index, Defiance take on Snakebite and Deuce Holmes. HcW vs Mile High.
Honestly. This match doesn’t mean anything to HcW. We’ll win, and we’ll move on to better things. Mile High NEED to win this match to make themselves relevant in this industry.
The thing is, whether they win or lose they will always be irrelevant in this industry. Snakebite started Mile High on the back of an exodus from HcW caused by him and his frenemy Samantha Hamilton.
The fact is that he was irrelevant in HcW, he was never good enough to be the top guy in HcW and that is the real reason he never won the HcW World Heavyweight Championship.
You see Snakebite, you actually think you are the best thing since sliced bread but the reality is that you are nothing close to what you claim to be. You think you can take Mile High to new highs, you think you can surpass HcW. I mean in what universe do you live in? Do you still live in the clouds or something? You can’t actually think you can beat HcW and I’m not talking about the match now, I’m talking about in reality, I’m talking about in business, I’m talking about all the things that actually matter.
Deuce Holmes.
what a piece of SHIT!
The guy joined HcW and no showed because he was upset about the match he was booked in. He didn’t want to face someone who could actually beat him. Someone he has beaten before but is obviously scared to face again cause he knows damn well he can’t beat him.
Then what does Deuce do.. He goes where all the irrelevant people from HcW go. He went to Mile High and joined Snakebite there in irrelevancy.
I mean can you have a better pair of irrelevant pieces of shit? Probably not.
They go perfectly, hand in hand. Snakebite and Deuce.
These two morons actually think they have a chance against me and Tyke Index?
Have they seen what Defiance has done to people in the past? Are they actually aware that they are stepping in the ring with probably the most destructive force in HcW. Actually, no, scratch that. The most destructive force in the industry today.
No one has done what Defiance did in HcW. We didn’t just take out any normal people. No we took out the best HcW had to offer and we stood tall each and every single time. We prevailed because in singles competition, whether it be Tyke or myself. We always outperform anyone. Imagine what we are like as a team?
UNSTOPPABLE!
Deuce… You slimy piece of crap. Oh boy.. Just wait til I get my hands on you boy.
Yes BOY! You are both boys in a mans world.
Snakebite, I thought you would have realised by now that whenever you step in the ring with me you lose. What makes you think anything has changed?
Nothing has changed and nothing will change. You can moan and whine all you want but the fact is you can’t beat me. I have your number and that gets to you. The fact that I’m better than you in every single way bothers you so much Snakebite.
Admit it, you piece of SHIT.
Everyone saw what happened on Monday Night Hell. The inevitable happened.
Something that shock the world. Tyke Index and Lance Mikes are now friends. Well friends is a bit of a strong word for this… Let’s call it what it is. Two old friends now enemies coming together to fight a common enemy. You know what they say, an enemy of my enemy is a friend.
It’s no secret that me and Tyke don’t get on. Heck! If you put us in the ring one on one we’d rip each other apart like we did a few weeks ago. Nothing new, nothing has changed. The same would have happened whether we were in Defiance or not.
So you see Snakebite, Deuce. You two nobodies have got yourselves in to a bit of a pickle. You’ve got yourself in a tag team match against The current HcW World Heavyweight Champion Tyke Index and Me, Lance Frickin’ Mikes.
It’s obvious that people in Mile High don’t like good old Lance Mikes and that doesn’t bother me. The fact is no one really likes Lance Mikes. I mean look at Mr Greeney. The old fart, he hates my guts but he knows I’m a great business man which is why he has always had my back in HcW.
Tyke Index hates me with a passion. Yet he has decided to reunite Defiance with me. Why? Because Tyke knows full well that I can hold my own in the ring with pretty much anyone. He knows Snakebite can’t beat me and he sure as hell knows that Deuce Holmes can’t hold a candle to what we do in the ring.
Deuce being involved in this match is like having an reserve player play in the main team when he isn’t ready. Deuce, you are nothing and a no body. You think by being in this match you can make a name for yourself
How? By teaming with Snakebite and losing? HA! You are the weak link of the team.
I'm going to expose you for what you are Deuce, irrelevant and mediocore.
I just don't understand how these new kids on the block think they are bad ass but bitch and moan all the time. You wanna bitch and moan? Go on fucking Love Island and get fucked in the ass with a dildo by your girl.
You fucking piece of shit Deuce. You think I give a fuck about you? Oh the mighty Deuce Domino.. uh I mean Deuce Holmes left HcW. BIG FUCKING DEAL!
No one cared you joined HcW, no one cared you left. You didn't even leave a foot print in HcW.
You signed a contract that you were obligated to fulfil. You were obligated to appear when you were booked but you decided to jump on your high horse and fuck right off out the door. Why? Because you're a diva. Yes a fucking diva.
You were booked. I get you weren't exactly happy about the match. You could have asked for another opponent, you could have even turned up for your match then left. You could have done anything but what you did.
And... what did you do? You walked away with no regrets. You scum bag!
You know HcW were going to file a suit against you for not fulfilling your contractual obligations.
What happened to that? I did. I don't want to waste any money on a piece of shit like you. We have more pressing matters and things to do than sue people for not showing up.
Please, PLEASE show up for this tag match and get what is coming to you.
D E F I A N C E is going to show the world why you don't fuck with HcW. We are going to shwo the world why you don't fuck with Lance Mikes or Tyke Index.
Come gets this work bitches!
Tyke... GET THE STRAP!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 13:07:51 GMT -6
Chapter One:
Icebreaker.
I sat in the car outside our apartment awaiting my business advisor Harvey Goodfellows, eventually he would come out with a poster in his hands.
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t see just what the image on the front of this poster was.
I could see dots, dashes and a weird image on the front of what looked to be an A3 Mile High Wrestling poster.
Something about the weird image looked alarming and as I squint my eyes at what Harvey was holding in the palm of his hands, I suddenly heard a thud followed by what sounded like metal parts splintering all over each other.
Harvey had stalled going into gear, our rental car was refusing to start.
Just great that is…
As Harvey eventually won his jostle with the gear stick I would finally be able to make out the image on this fascinatingly daunting A3 poster which now lay flat on his lap.
“You know, Tyke. We don’t need to do this if you don’t want to”.
Harvey was right, I didn’t.
Harvey seemed a little on edge today, his usual calm and composure replaced with an eerie anxiety and nerve.
For whatever reason, something just didn’t feel right.
I looked at the rear view mirror and I could see that Harvey was sweating profusely, his eyebrow dampened with moistness – in all my years knowing Harvey, this was
something very new.
As Harvey spoke his advice wasn’t his usual well laid out plans, instead he was barely coherent muttering out syllables left right and centre – I couldn’t make out a
single word he was saying.
Fuck.
“Fuck Harvey, take a left! A left!”
Harvey was drunk and a huge eight wheeler very nearly ran out on top of us.
Invited along to UFC 226 on Saturday as a guest of the victorious Daniel Cromier, turns out Harvey hadn’t stopped drinking since.
As we flew off the road and into a ditch at the side of the free way I switched on the light above the front mirror.
Harvey was insistent he wasn’t drunk, in fact according to Harvey he only had one or two and it “must have been something he had ate”.
Very good Harvey…very good.
For those not in the know I’m Tyke Index and I am a compulsive liar and masterful manipulator.
I have had three violently abusive drug relapses and more than a dozen entries into rehab.
This one time I even killed someone and spent ten years in prison. Ha.
I am most certainly not your friend.
Which of those above was a lie?
So try telling this guy you only had “one or two” when I know and Harvey knew he had drunk enough to drown an entire brewery and then some.
Hardly ideal on what was one of the biggest weeks of the year for the pair of us.
Chapter Two:
Collision Course
After taking the wheel off Harvey, navigating out of a ditch all the while successfully somehow not managing to die – we made it back to the hotel in one piece.
I carried Harvey to our room and lay him on the couch. He was doing this horribly drooly thing he does with his mouth and hey normally that’s fine because it means he
is putting the finishing touches to a massive contract which would greatly financially benefit me.
This was not one of us those times, far from it – trust me.
With Harvey perched for the night I headed out the apartment and straight to the Talking Stick Resort Arena in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona.
To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what to expect from tomorrow at all.
I was heading into enemy territory without a map; there were massive targets on my back and to make things that little more excessively dangerous I was going into
war with arguably the most hated guy in the wrestling industry Lance Mikes.
I was under absolutely no illusions how much was on the line tomorrow, this battle was far more than Snakebite, Deuce Holmes, Lance Mikes and Tyke Index.
It was far more than Mile High Wrestling against Hardcore Championship Wrestling…
This was about reputation and who could back up exactly everything they said they would do.
That’s where I knew and those other guys knew that I would be just fine.
See, for the past ten years I have been the greatest wrestler in this industry and that’s not just speculation or Chinese whispers – that’s fact.
I dared anyone to prove me wrong.
That’s where I knew and THEY knew that I had already won this battle.
I already knew exactly how tomorrow night was going to go.
Sad old little man Robert Mack would put on some facepaints and relive his perverse teenage Marilyn Manson dream by entering as Snakebite.
Rob would snarl; Rob would crawl around the ring all the while begging for someone to legitimize his career.
That’s what I found most intriguing about this entire scenario.
Rob for the first time in his career was doing well for himself, he was earning a good living and for the first time in his career recognizing the potential I always believed he had in him.
Rob for all intent and purposes was finally extinguishing the Mr. Almost tag which had long plagued his career and finally becoming someone…
As I arrived in the arena I would enter through the doors and I would see almost every single member of staff wearing Mile High colours.
Hell, I even noticed my old friend Ricky Stanton trying to convince someone that Stanton Enterprise was more than merely the sixteenth most watched network across
the entire nation.
Gotta give it to Ricky, his patter is pretty if nothing else I suppose.
Here’s the thing though, EVERYBODY was in, like properly in.
For miles and miles from the canteen area right to the parking lot there was a sea of baby blue and orange t-shirts.
I hadn’t seen this sort of camaraderie since the rebirth of HcW earlier in the year, this sense that it was all for one and one for all.
Really, it was quite beautiful.
Yet, as I glared lovingly at this tidal wave of colour it suddenly hit me.
The only thing that would be more beautiful and encapsulating than this wave which Rob had somehow managed to surf so freely over would be when the sharks finally
came for him and ate him alive just like they always have.
There was always that one person ruining things for you in HcW, was there Rob?
See as good as you are Rob and as well as you are doing now there has always been one thing that has completely eaten you alive and before you all say it that is not a certain Lance Mikes I am talking about.
No, see as much as Lance got under your skin – that never bothered you as much as some people would have you believe – you were always more calculated,
measured and patient than anyone ever gave you credit for which arguably has been the loss of HcW.
Yet as sad and as telling as that all is, you said it best last week Rob.
“Tyke, you were the guy around there”.
Yet fittingly I never even wanted it that way, not this time around, I wanted to be the guy who handed the baton to you. Rob, I never wanted to be more than a brief
footnote in the return of HcW.
Yet, seven months on here I am the champion again.
You wanna know why I am still the man in HcW?
Because you Rob were unable to handle the mantel.
You always were unable to handle the mantel and no matter how much you try to hide from it or run away from things – you are still unable to handle things now.
That’s why I am in Mile High Wrestling and that’s why I am doing the right thing tomorrow night.
Rob, you could learn a thing or two about doing the right thing.
Couldn’t you?
I’m begging you to answer than one, just begging you.
C’mon big boy, spit the answer out.
Suddenly I had stiff déjà vu of sitting in the back months ago with Rob and Samantha Hamilton discussing future plans, thoughts and endeavours.
As the drinking and drugs commenced, so would the ill-advised actions and thoughts.
Rob would tell of wanting to have a family, how he dreamed of building a creative empire that would prove as influential as he hoped his failed wrestling career would.
In return I told him I would eventually stand aside and give him the spotlight, Rob you deserved the spotlight and you could have had it all.
I genuinely believed those nights would never end; I thought we were brothers forever.
Yet we were always too alike and there was only ever going to room for one of us in HcW.
That person should have been you, Rob.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Tomorrow night I should have been sitting in the stands cheering on your ventures first ever pay per view or watching you defend the HcW Championship at Hardcore
Kingdom next month in the biggest match of your career.
Instead, I am doing neither of these things.
Instead, we dance.
Instead, we do this all over again.
Hi Rob.
It’s Tykey Poo.
Encore:
Defiance and Deuce Holmes
As I sat in my dressing room looking at the wall I couldn’t help but think about this past Monday night on the HcW flagship show Hell.
Lance handed me the Defiance t-shirt, a t-shirt which resembled brotherhood and identity.
Yet there was no brotherhood with Lance left, ultimately it was Lance who left me to rot in prison for ten years.
So why were we standing together one more time? Why now?
What was in this for either of us?
Money silly.
Hilarious thing about tomorrow was that Rob was going to pay Lance and I more than any of his staff and that includes him and his little bitch Deuce Holmes.
Rob knew Defiance was business.
As much as I hated to admit it…
Tyke Index knew Defiance was business.
I guess tomorrow was just…
“Good for Business”
Ps. You’re still a little bitch Lance.
Well if it isn't a very hungover Harvey Goodfellows...
Harvey staggers is in to the room nods his head and falls on the couch.
Did someone say deja vu?
Christ.
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