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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2018 11:50:46 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling
Throwdown Championship
Five Person Over The Top Rope Battle Royal
Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
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"The Party Boy" Chris Mosh
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Rock N' Roll God
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"California Princess" Ariana Bentley
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Ian BlackRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 2, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 22:16:03 GMT -6
(The scene opens to Rock N' Roll God sitting at a gym. It looked like he just got done lifting. He wipes sweat off of his forehead and takes a drink of water. He sees the Mile High Wrestling camera crew and starts to talk.)Rock N' Roll God: Hey guys! What brings you here? Camera Man: You are paying us to be here. Rock N' Roll God: Dang man! Couldn't you just play along? Camera Man: Okay! We are here to film you. Rock N' Roll God: Oh! That is awesome. I am riding high on this first victory from my party brotha from another motha, Chris Mosh! Now I see on next agenda is me versus Chris versus Sam vesus Arianna versus Ian for the ThrowDown Championship on the very first ever ThrowDown show..... (A smile hits on Rock N' Roll God's face.)Rock N' Roll God: Just imagine. The stock value of this championship will go threw the roof and it won't have any equals to greatness. Yes! I am that full of myself that once I win this belt. It's mine! But wait.... (Rock N' Roll God goes over to his gym bag and pulls out something. It is a black strap gold belt.) (He smiles as he shines it up.)Rock N' Roll God: Now what you are wondering is, "Did this man just go ahead and make a championship!?!" YES! I went to a championship maker friend of mine that does my stuff over in my own company. I created THE ROCK N' ROLL GOD CHAMPIONSHIP! The idea of this title is.... (He smiles.)Rock N' Roll God: I am natural born champion. I am champion everywhere I go. Also I know for a fact I am the greatest thing to ever so have a championship in my greatest. Hahahaha! Ok guys I am done at the gym and I will head out so talk to you later. (Rock N' Roll God puts the title back up and he gets ready and leaves as the scene fades.)1 HOUR LATER(All of a sudden you are hearing...."California Love" by A Joker's Rage! Then the scene shows it's Rock N' Roll God listening to his headphones in limo. The driver rolls down the window.)Driver: We are here at the airport. (Rock N' Roll God takes down the headphones.)Rock N' Roll God: Ok thanks! (Rock N' Roll God gets out and goes into the airport.)1 HOUR LATER(Rock N' Roll God comes back to the limo with his wife Amber and 8 year old Ace Jr. They get in.)Driver: Where too? Rock N' Roll God: Back to the hotel. Amber: Why? Lets go somewhere! Rock N' Roll God: Ok fine hunny! Yo driver! Driver: Yes! Rock N' Roll God: Nearest and best pizza joint. Driver: Ok sir! (The scene shows the limo from the outside. It drives away.)30 MINUTES LATER(The limo pulls up to Villa Pizza. The limo stops and the driver lets out Rock N' Roll God, Amber, & Ace jr. They go inside. The scene shows the family at a table after ordering drinks and the pizza. The waitress leaves. Amber starts to talk to Rock N' Roll God.)Amber:[/b Baby I miss you so much! This baby girl is kicking butt. Rock N' Roll God: I know baby. I miss you and Ace jr. too. I am sorry that baby girl is hurting you. I am here in Denver going to become the first ever MHW ThrowDown Heavyweight Champion! That means a bigger paycheck for us and I will be able to get me a place in Denver and have a 2nd home for you, Acey, and baby girl to call home. (Amber has a smile on her face and so does Ace Jr.)Amber:[/b Who are you facing? Rock N' Roll God: It's 5 person over the top rope battle royal. This guy named Chris Mosh. I beated him and he heck of a nice guy. Ian Black, don't know much of him but he looks like he is down with bringing pain. Sam "The Titan", looks like a tough chick with a kickass nickname. Then finally some california princess. Funny thing I lived in California all my life and never heard of this bloodline what-so-ever. Maybe she from skid row or something or possibly princess of apartment complex that 1a and 1b are divided by Beverly Hills and LA. I just don't know. (Concerned look on her face.)Amber:[/b You know how I feel about you fighting women! Rock N' Roll God: I know baby. I will do my best not to hurt them. Amber:[/b So do you have a picture of the title? Rock N' Roll God: Not really. I even asked on social media for one and the guy just looked at me. Amber:[/b Oh! Rock N' Roll God: Yeah! Amber:[/b Well me & Ace Jr are going to watch you in the front row. Rock N' Roll God: Thanks baby that means alot to have you & Ace Jr front row. Oh! Here comes the pizza. (Pizza comes and the family enjoys it as the scene fades.)THE NEXT DAY.....(The scene it opens to Rock N' Roll God sitting it a pitch black room. All you see is the shininess of his Personal Championship! Rock N' Roll God wastes no time in talking.) Rock N' Roll God: Well folks here we are. It is getting to be a usual thing to see a bit inside of my world and seeing my wife & son having a family moment and then mentioning that they will be ringside for this. So the pressure just keeps building. Not only bragging how good I am in the ring, my family present, and now introducing a personal championship to walk to the ring with two titles. I put myself against this wall and I will make sure I will get myself out of it. Sammy, Ariana, Ian & Chris just be proud of yourselves because you will be the stepping stones to my greatest. Without Mr. Fade to Black, The Titan, The Skid Row Princess, & That Party Guy I wouldn't win the belt and then go onto have a lengthy reign with it. (Rock N' Roll God then pats his championship.)Rock N' Roll God: It doesn't matter whether I have to defend the ThrowDown Championship every show! I will be a fighting champion and face whoever management throws at me. It just won't! Who knows maybe I will take the belt and offer it to the MHW Champion and vacate it to challenge! Hahahaha! What am I saying.....this ain't TNA! There is no Option C! But my ultimate goal is to go onto the MHW Championship because if that is not my goal then why am I here? But The ThrowDown Championship will be my stepping stone to greatness just like you people. (Rock N' Roll God wipes the sweat from his forehead and goes back to talking.)Rock N' Roll God: Ok now it is time to break down and talk a bit of trash about my "so call" (Makes the finger jestures.) opponents. "The Party Guy" Chris Mosh! First time I gotten his entire name correct. That's gonna be about the only time as well. I have beaten you, then went and partied afterwards. He lives up the name. So Chrissy-pooh I will have no trouble tossing you over the top rope in this one! (Rock N' Roll God looks a bit serious but laughs anyways.)Rock N' Roll God: Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton! What can I say that Maury Povich haven't said to thousand girls that look like you. "The man you brought here is not the father!" & my favorite "The lie detector has determine that too was a lie!" Hahaha! Don't worry girl there are more jokes coming! Serious note though, she has a win at the PPV and my track record is 1-1. So...I should take her a bit seriously but nah! I just throw her over and be done with it. Ha! Prom date told her that once I bet! Hahahaha! (Rock N' Roll God continues to laugh as he goes on.)Rock N' Roll God: The "California Princess" Ariana Bentley! Yeah looked up your royal bloodline there and couldn't find any...Well I did find Bentley in there but it was a string of hobos. Their crowns with made out of tunafish cans and they all lived on Skid Row! (Rock N' Roll God went from laughing to serious.)Rock N' Roll God: I am serious about it though. I cannot find a bloodline proving you are a princess other than that hobo stuff. Werid! Kinda like one day you said you are a princess and stuck with it. Huh! About like me saying I am a God but yet not backing it up. Being countless World, Tag Team, Special champions, and being inducted into 3 different Hall of Fames and a shoe-in for 1 more that dates back to 2006. I think I can apply that on my tax returns. Huh! Mentioned 2006 what when you have what 5 around then. Get out of here with that crap of being a fairytale princess because don't they dissappear for years at a time trapped in a castletower guarded by a dragon. Maybe when you are first eliminated a goblin can capture you and take you to one then you will be a princess for reals! (Rock N' Roll God wipes the sweat again from his forehead.)Rock N' Roll God: Now it time to talk about...Ian "M**therF**king Fade To" Black! A true brother in the rocker look. I used to rock the bald look by choice but now-a-days the bald look is coming in on it's own. But that was me! This guy is gonna be a tough man to deal with. He's feels like a man that wants at least a couple Rock N' Roll History aka Rock Bottom before a toss his a** over the top rope. Plain and simple with that one. I am going to have to hit him with some good shots and just get him out. There that is all I am going to say about him. (Rock N' Roll God wipes the sweat again from his forehead again.)Rock N' Roll God: Now trash talking my opponents, giving you bit of insight of my life. It is time for me to get ready for this event. ThrowDown here comes the God of Rock N' Roll! BAY-BAY (The scene fades to entire black as Rock N' Roll God gets up and takes off.) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2018 8:01:33 GMT -6
A flea lands on the side of a chair on an airplane. On that chair Ariana Bentley sits quietly, knitting. Everyone is annoyed because the blanket she's knitting is so long, it goes over several chairs.
"Hey! Go knit somewhere else!"
"Stop knitting or go away!"
Ariana frowns. "My grandmother taught me how to knit!" she says.
Ariana sadly walks away and sits on another empty chair. She probably hopes that nobody notices that that isn't her chair.
"I can't believe I'm actually fighting for a championship! But against all of these people?" Ariana smiles. "It gives me so much opportunity.
"And for the Mile High Wrestling Throwdown Championship! I think I certainly deserve that title. I mean, which one of you guys have worked hard enough to win it? None of you deserve the win, and when you actually think with a head that not many people have, you know I'm right."
People are screaming at Ariana now.
"Just stop knitting! I'm reading a book and you're covering the words!"
"My grandmother taught me to knit." Ariana sadly walks away.
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Denver, Colorado
10:53 AM
Ariana sits on the grass at the City Park. She looks at the kids playing at the big park and at the sandwiches on the picnic table.....
The sandwiches on the picnic table? Ariana realizes she is very hungry. But she must wait. If she's going to say anything about her opponents, she better not say it with her mouth full of food.
"So, Ian Black, huh? And why are you in a championship match for your very first match? What's so special about you? All your mom is is a hotel maid. I don't even know how to pronounce your dad's job. And you're not a Heel or a Face? Well, that isn't very smart. When you're not Heel or Face than you can go against anyone, including that strong Candi Bratton woman. Oh, and think about Skrabz. He actually defeated Candi for the MHW Championship. So don't be too brave, because those wrestlers are the best around, and they are going to beat you up some day.
"And Samantha, you may be strong, but I'm gonna beat you up. You shouldn't have gotten emancipated, because you got a reward--living in the streets for about a year. You should have waited until you had money to do this. Gee, I wonder how you learned to wrestle. And in 2017? You probably are NOT that experienced. And don't talk to me about how experienced you may be. Because do you call 4 losses experienced? Okay, okay, maybe you had 6 wins, but think about a four year old. That four year old is pretty big, not much smaller than a six year old.
"Chris Mosh, I must ask, are you still in college? If your dad hadn't gotten sick, you could have just been handling one job. Of course, college isn't a "job," but you know what I mean(if you're smart, anyway).
"And, finally 'the one and only rock and roll god.' You sure do not look like you've been wrestling since 2000. You look like you've never wrestled before. See, Hollywood is a place for celebrities, not wrestlers. Do you know what I mean by 'celebrities?'I think so, because you definitely look more like a celebrity than a wrestler. Maybe one day we can meet somewhere between Hollywood and Los Angeles so I can beat you up and compare your muscles to mine."
Ariana takes a deep breath of air. She gets up, takes a look around, and walks toward her car. But before she does that, she quietly takes a sandwich from the picnic table.
Her wrestling life has only just begun.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 17:45:32 GMT -6
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 27th July, 2018
17:55 PM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
Status: Off-Camera Sam had not needed to be told twice to take Joseph somewhere private. It had been something … very long overdue. Not just for Samantha, but the both of them. Before that, though, she turned and smirked happily at her Aryan-looking friend. ”Turn your ass around! I still hardly believe what I just saw and heard!” Joseph merely chuckled in response, complying with her command to show off the Chrome Dragon cut draped over his shoulders. A very rare, high-pitched squeal of delight resounded from Sam as she ran back in front of him, tilting her head ever-so-slightly so her hazel eyes met his blue ones. ”So then … what Forge said? He was for real?” What can easily be described as the most serious look appears on Joseph’s face as he nods. No hesitation, no second thoughts, none of the usual reactions Sam tends to see from him. ”Now more so than ever before, yes. He’s very correct, and I’m equally as positive about becoming a Chrome Dragon.” A low scoff passes his lips as he shakes his head before adding, ”You were right to originally try to reject me all those years ago. I’ve honestly been a pretty shitty companion, all things considered. I’ve made you do everything for so long … “ His fists clench as Joseph briefly bites onto his lower lip. His eyes close as he takes a few seconds to regain his composure. When he’s more calm, he elicits a soft sigh, simultaneously opening his eyes. ”What kind of man have I been, Sam?” Before she can attempt to give any kind response, he presses a finger lightly against her lips. ”A pretty lame, weak one. And there’s no excuse. You almost died when Vitoly tried to kill you. Snakebite shot you … and I wasn’t around to do shit. Sam, I … I don’t know why you’ve put up with me. But I’m damn thankful. And that’s exactly why, starting right fucking now, I’m gonna make up for my mistakes to you.” Slowly, Joseph raises a hand up to Sam’s face and lightly caresses her face. ”I haven’t forgotten about your personal ‘rule’ regarding relationships. Nor do I know if I can claim to be the most worthy person for you. But … without an ounce of doubt, I can say these words and mean them in all honesty. I love you, Samantha Hamilton. And even if you choose not to return those feelings, my own will never change.” For what feels like an eternity, Samantha stares up at Joseph. Awe. Confusion. Disbelief. All of those emotions and so many more swim through Sam, practically reflecting in her eyes. Her own head slowly shakes as she turns her head away, though not before a smirk can be seen crossing her lips. ”I’m still a shitty ass lover. I’m not sure if that’ll ever change. I can confess, however … I hope it will.” The Titaness gulps nervously, lifting her head so she can meet Joseph’s gaze once more. ”Why have I put up with you? I thought that’d be obvious. Because despite your faults, you are one of the few people who hasn’t backstabbed me. I’ll understand and acknowledge things like that in addition to damn good fighters. Loyalty is no small topic to overlook. That means as much to me - maybe more - as someone’s physical prowess.” Sam pauses for a few more seconds, shakily resting her hands atop Joseph’s shoulders. ”You’re right. If we were talking about perfection, you wouldn’t be the best man for me to fall in love with. And yet, that’s the catch right there. There is no such thing as a flawless person. That being said … if I had to take that chance once again, I would prefer to do so with you.” ”Say no more, Sam … “ Without much of a warning, Joseph pulls Sam’s own cut off, the shirt following suit. Damn well nearly being ripped in half, to be more accurate. The night truly begins with an exchange of heated, passionate kisses, followed by low moans and more stripping …
29th July, 2018
1:34 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
Status: On-Camera
"Genjitsu to wa yousha nakute toku ni jikan wa yabai ne."
"Reality is merciless and time is especially tricky."
Ansatsu Kyōshitsu [Assassination Classroom] - "Bye Bye Yesterday" (Second Opening Lyrics) ”If I had a goddamn Benjamin for every time anyone pointed out my losses. Fucking hell.” Sam is sitting on her bed within the Shieldmaiden’s Clubhouse, wearing something in between an amused yet annoyed smirk. ”I hope all you chihuahuas are done senselessly yipping, because playtime’s over. Things are gonna get harsh really fast. So you better be ready for the worst reality check of your lives. All of you, for that matter. Yes, I’ve had losses. But I’ve secured wins, too. And most of them during matches that matter. For example, the very first set of fights to have a shot at the Mile High Championship. I’ll admit that those wins were maybe not the most … memorable ones. Definitely not against the former Sex Symbol, anyway.” Sam mumbles the last line in a slightly softer tone before waving her hand through the air, dismissing the flashback. ”Nonetheless, I became one of the three candidates for that opportunity. Same with the Phoenix Belt. And if any of you are stupid enough to think that is another conspiracy theory or whatever for my automatic advancement, feel free to indulge in your delusions of grandeur. The fact remains, however, I know I definitely could have handled The Master if I’d gone against him.
“As for Widow?” Sam pauses at this. ”Perhaps not as easily, no. But honestly, what-ifs hardly matter right now, so let’s skip past the bullshit, shall we?
“Some of you - shocker - have actually done at least half of your homework and put a verbal retort up. Alas .. there are so, so, so many flaws, so Debate Club’s in session. Let’s begin with Miss Self-Entitled-Spoiled-Brat, shall we?” Her eyes narrow, almost immediately rolling afterwards. ”Seriously .. who the fuck are you, now? You know, I’ve gone against bitches like you. The spoiled little bitches who think everything is handed to them on a fucking silver platter. You really think I have no right to boast about my experience? Go fuck off, why don’t you? And don’t come back until you get your facts straight.” The Titaness snickers, moving her head slowly from side to side. ”But … I’m not expecting you to do that. Probably ‘too hard’ for you to deal with. So here’s my actual record here, dumbfuck. Five-five. And that’s just here in Mile High? Overall professionally, as in within the past seven or so months? I guaran-fucking-tee you it’s much, much more impressive. And if I wanted to include my win-loss ratio from the underground fights? That's even more than you will accumulate before this year ends. You’ve got .. what? One freebie win because your first opponent refused to do any promos?
“Hmph. Come back when you can actually impress me. Spoiler alert - that’s gonna take a long while, especially if you keep that attitude of yours up. Maybe when you can back it up, like me, I’ll tolerate it better. Right now? You just got really lucky. I promise you, that ain’t gonna happen in this upcoming match. Next in line … Rock and Roll God.” Her fingernails drum along her jeans a few times before The Titaness confidently nods. ”You’ve got the same fucking problem Azurine did when we first met. Note that keyword - first. As in the very first fight. She, too, thought she could easily throw me over. I proved her wrong. You best bet I’ll definitely do that with you - especially considering, from what I saw, you don’t like fighting against women? What? You think we’re all frail? That what you’re trying to imply?
“I got two words for that; ‘bitch’ and ‘please’. If you knew half, hell a quarter, of what I’ve endured in the ring, you would understand I’m anything but weak. In fact, you too should not only go fuck off somewhere, but what the previous Mile High tapes. Especially ones like my Street Fight versus Lara fucking Bratton. There was a reason so many people were shocked and impressed with that Shiranui on top of the ladder. As long as your IQ ain’t zero, even you can understand that much.” Sam quickly snaps her fingers when she realizes she almost forgot something. ”One last thing - fuck your narcissism with that custom belt you made. You may have the desire to become a champion, but that’s it. Me? Everyone’s said it time and time again - and they’re completely right. I have the body, heart, and fucking soul of one. If you only have the wish, the dream .. that ain’t gonna cut it. You’ll need so much more to win the Throwdown Championship, especially against me.
"Next … hmm. Let’s get the wild card outta the way; Ian Black.” This time, Sam takes advantage of the pause to grab a nearby bottle of water. After downing some of the contents, she glances right back at the lens. ”You may not have stepped into Mile High’s ring, but you did at least give us all a hint. A snippet, a gaze into what Ian Black seems to look like. You’ve certainly got more promise than the last two idiots I’ve spoken with. Sure as hell seem to take this career much more seriously which, already, I appreciate.
“But … it’s hard to get an even half-decent read on who you truly are. I’ll give ya more when I actually hear from you.
“That thus leaves Chris Mosh for last. I did save you on purpose, believe it or not. Here’s the thing, Chris … you definitely have potential. Know I don’t say these sorts of things lightly too, so kudos to you. However … you don’t tap into it. And you’ve proven that time and time again.” This time, Sam goes quiet to allow the viewers - primarily Chris - to dwell on her words. ”Let’s go with the most recent example. You could have potentially gone against me for the Phoenix Championship Belt. But you didn't. Hell, you didn’t even show up to say anything against Bullet. I think that even with your potential, you let the pressure get to you too much.
“And before you try to point at me and ask what of myself? I have proof to prove that’s not true.” Samantha reaches down, producing replicas of the HcW Television Championship and HcW Pure Championship. ”These are what separate me from every single one of you whiny bitches. I have secured gold. I not only have what it takes to win and defend it, but regain any title should I lose it. That’s what I had to do with this one, in fact.” she dictates, nodding smugly towards the Television Title. ”And that was no easy win. They never are, really. But this was earned from a Fatal Four Way, with one of my opponents being a titan in his own goddamn right. Seven feet tall, well over three-hundred pounds. So am I confident? Fuck yes, but I can back it up. I have everything required to succeed and so much more.
“Dreams are great. Really, they are. But unless you can make them a reality, it’s just gonna keep being a really fucking cruel illusion. You’ll better understand when Thursday rolls around. You’ll also see I don’t need extra intervention or company to secure a win. Fuck, I’ve been doing that since even before becoming professional.
If any of the Shieldmaidens or Forge decide to come out, I can promise this much; it won’t be because I asked them. It’ll be simply because they wanna. But truthfully, that should be the least of your guys’ worries. Courtesy of the generous break we’ve had, all of my wounds are healed. Even my ribs. So I’ll be on my goddamn S game. SS or SSS if needed. Rest assured, ‘throwing me over’ for any of you is not gonna be easy as one, two, three.
“In fact, it’s not happening. Period.” Closing her eyes, Sam rolls her neck, followed by her shoulders. Numerous pops echo as she does her own version of ‘fixing’ any tense muscles and relieving them. ”Put up or shut up time is drawing near. Soon, we’ll see if any of you can even begin to give me a challenge. You can sure as fuck try. But I’m gonna repeat one specific line I said to three other opponents in another group before going into a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match - and winning it. I’m not just a woman. I’m also a fighter, a modern-day gladiator, a Titaness ... and now? A very fucking proud Shieldmaiden! I'm not going to let any of them down! For once, I'm not only fighting for myself, nor my own pride or even love for this sport.
I already proved myself in the Six Person Tag Match. Now that a title is up for grabs?” Sam’s smirk widens. ”This is gonna be too much for most, if not all, of you to handle. Not just going against me, either, but also having to constantly defend that belt. I don’t think that, I know it. Until you’ve been in my shoes - actually earned gold and have been forced to reclaim it - you can not pretend to know what it’s like. Nor any other emotions that’ll swarm and dominate your mindset after losing something so precious as a belt. And if you’re not prepared? It’ll fuck you up and over - like how I’ll do via the top rope.
“Expect to see me again before Thursday, and then on our fated day.” Sam raises her hand beside her head, snapping her right middle finger against her thumb. Right as the gesture is finished, the promo cuts out. |
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Post by cmosh on Jul 31, 2018 15:51:50 GMT -6
*Camera open up to see a door close as a hand comes from behind the camera to ring a doorbell. A few minutes later a young, lady opens the door*
Young lady: Hello
Camera Man: is Chris Mosh home
*Young Lady smiles*
Young Lady: Yes hold on a second
*Young Lady turns back into the house*
Young Lady: DAD IT”S FOR YOU!
*A few minutes later Chris shows up to the door*
Mosh: thanks Jas
Jas: no problem daddy
*Jas walks away as Chris welcomes the cameraman to come in as the walk over to a couch and Chris sits down
Mosh: Daughter huh… ok you want to know what has been going on, well the time off was good, got to hang out with the fam, which was great because I haven’t done it in a long time, plus had a great birthday bash, but we all knew that was going to happen but that was my time off, I guess you want to know about the upcoming match as well on the first ever Throw Down.
*Chris smirks as he looks at his shoulder*
Mosh: that title would look good on my shoulder and it has been a while since I have had a title over this shoulder, but before I go over that for one of my opponents, lets talk with the person that beat me.
Mosh: Rock God, good job, but that was one on one, you have to look at three other people in the ring with us, and anything can happen, one week you can be that top person and next week you’re nobody, but hey keep you head held high, plus the party we had was fun, but I’m focused on that title, so if I have to throw you over the top rope to win, I’m going to do it.
*Now Chris sighs*
Mosh: Ms. Bentley, you remind me of a lot of people, all because you call yourself a princess you want everything handed to you. Girl what have you done, how are you a princess? Now you talk about me being smart and I am a pretty smart person, but I finished college and you would know that if you finished my bio but it is ok, I know princess don’t read, so maybe your assistant didn’t read that part for you, but it is ok, I will let it slide for now
*Chris puts his hand up to his chin*
Mosh: hmm Ian Black, what to say, I mean that is all we really know about you is that, yes you gave us a little look at stuff from you but that is it, you just show up and we will see what happens
Chris gives the camera a smile*
Mosh: and Finally a person I want to talk about, a person who has been here just as long as me and first time we have ever stepped into a ring together. Samantha, you know you’re the toughest one in this match and your right it is going to be hard to toss you out, I said it, I’m the only one to say it but it is not impossible. Now Sam you bring up titles, wow I have won title as well in my past. I actually was a 24/7 champion which I lost four week ago but I did hold it for a whole month, so before you talk about being a champion your not the only one who has help titles. Now on to the next topic about you, Why Sam Why? The Shieldmaidens really Sam, I though you would be better then that, but I guess not, but you said they won’t be out there, well I will believe that when I see it because they always come out in group, so right now I can’t believe you will be alone, and Finally about you Sam, you say you will win and you have been close to every single title here in Mile High, but you have not won any of those matches, Sam you are tough but you can’t win the big one, you can’t win a championship, I’m sorry but Sam, with all the love you are going to choke again, I’m making sure you are the only Shieldmaiden not holding a title, because it is my time to be hold championship gold here in Mile High.
Mosh: now I do want to wish you all good luck, but I’m walking in to that match focused and I want to be throw down champion and when I win it I don’t mind throwing down every week defending it.
*Chris smirks and winks at the camera*
Mosh: Mosh Out
*Cameras fade out on Chris Mosh smiling*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 19:33:32 GMT -6
Ariana Bentley quickly looks at the mess on her bedroom floor, then looks at the sparkly hallway.
If one thing is for certain, that is that she needs to clean that room! But she needs to head to the gym quick. What shall she do?
"Go to the gym," she finally decides.
After you look at the room for about five minutes, Ariana returns. The reason she returned so quick is because she has a gym in her home.
"Ah, must I correct all my silly opponents?
"First, I shall correct Rock n' Roll God's promo. You know, that totally horrible one.
"You talk about your greatness when you should be talking about your loserness.
"Rock n' Roll God, you are the worst wrestler I have ever seen" She says. "I know for sure you'll lose."
Ariana laughs again. "First of all, just because my nickname is California Princess, doesn't mean I am one. Just like Anya said to Emily Falls, 'We have a Master here and he isn't a master.' It's just a catchy nickname AND you and I both know that I deserve to wear a crown - or in this case I deserve the belt. I am also from California. Do you even watch the promos that people make? Are you as unsmart as Emily Falls was(not like I don't like her)?
"And why are you all of a sudden hating on me? You talk about our other opponents normally, but when you come to me, you talk the most. What's my problem? What's so special about me? Oh, probably since I'm a literal 'California princess.'"
Ariana takes a short break from the talking, then starts again.
"Samantha Hamilton, I loved watching your promo too. You make so many mistakes. First of all, did you even watch my promo? I'd expect you to know your own self more than me. You say your 5-5, when really you should know your 6-4. Don't you even know yourself?"
Ariana thinks for a moment.
"Okay, maybe you're right. You may be counting that 5-5 as the fifth loss when you lose this match and just made a mistake with the wins. Are you? Yeah, knowing that you are a loser and don't use your brain for things like this, I'm sure you did really think you were 5-5. Or are you trying to lie to me? Yeah, I can't get tricked that easily.
"You also made a mistake about Layla Aishe. She lost because of me, not because of her not making a promo. Hey, maybe she had nothing bad to say about me. I won because I was a better fighter than her. I won because I gave her 2 Headlock Take-Downs, The Tiara, and made her tap out. And I never gave up!
"Chris Mosh. Oh, you're just like Rock n' Roll God. I must repeat myself, because when you're talking to people like you, you must repeat the words."
Ariana sighs and rolls her eyes.
"I am not a princess! And I can read. Maybe I should have put that in my bio. I didn't know I would be facing such no-brainers. I didn't expect you to be like this. Now I know why you're always having parties. Life must seem like a joke to you.
"And, finally, Ian Black. Why did Robert Mack give you this match? You don't deserve it whatsoever!!
"I had so much fun correcting your silly mistakes. Please, feel free to make another promo. Too bad I won't be able to reply.
"See you tomorrow!"
Ariana looks at her watch and turns out her bedroom light. The time has now reached 10:00 PM.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 21:48:02 GMT -6
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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. ††† 30th July, 2018
11:35 AM
New Orleans, Louisiana
Exact Location: Shieldmaidens Clubhouse (Kitchen)
Status: Off-Camera There were certain ‘secrets’ that few people knew about The Titaness. Mainly because no one bothered to ask. One, for example, was she was perfectly fluent in Spanish. Sam simply didn’t decide to utter the language nearly as much as, say, Bullet. Not because she was lazy, but it wasn’t needed. Not usually, anyway. Another lesser-known fact was she could, indeed, cook. Not perfectly, but enough that she could produce edible meals all the same. In fact, she wasn’t only in the midst of making a meal for herself. She was teaching Joseph, who wasn’t nearly as versed in cooking, to make a simple enough lunch; a homemade, meat-lover’s pizza. ”And voila. You able to follow along well enough?” ”Pretty sure, yeah.” Sam merely smirks at his response, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, she divides the pizza into four pieces, putting two slices on two plates. After putting the dishes away in the sink, mentally noting to do those after eating, she walks and sits down at the dining room table. ”Sooo … what did Forge have ya do, anyway? You didn't tell me.” ”That’s because it really was pretty minor.” Sam rolls her eyes before quickly shaking her head from side to side. ”Don’t discredit yourself, Joseph. He didn't have to give you that cut, you know?” Sam takes advantage of her new lover taking a bite out of his lunch to follow suit and do the same. Only after she finishes chewing and swallowing does Samantha resume speaking. ”The fact, however, remains the same. He clearly saw something in you that resulted in him agreeing. He instilled enough trust in you to make you a Chrome Dragon. That’s no small feat, nor was Robi Jean making me a Maiden. Add in you went with him and did … whatever was asked of you, you’ve definitely taken the first step in proving he didn’t make a mistake. So come on. What’d you do?” Joseph chuckled lowly, purposely taking another bite to delay from immediately answering Sam’s question. The action didn’t slip past Sam, as she shot an irked look at her friend. His left hand rose beside his hand as he silently surrendered, lowering as he took his turn to talk now. ”Okay, okay. I get it. I know that look well enough. I still think i was relatively minor, all things considered, but … I can’t argue with your logic, either. Forge called them ‘protection runs’. I … definitely would have used a different term, but maybe that’s just me.” ”Protection, huh? For or from whom?” ”Well … for any of the Dragons. In this case, Forge, since I went with him.” The reaction was not at all astounding. Sam snickered at the thought, accompanied by an amused smirk spreading over her lips. ”Exactly. They probably should be more for the poor bastards who owe Forge money.” That made Sam cringe and simultaneously elicit a low whistle. ”Yikes. Poor bastards indeed. I can safely say I wouldn't wanna be in debt to him - or any of the others, for that matter.” ”That’s not the only reason you took RJ’s offer up, did ya?” Sam’s mouth fell agape as she stared in shock at her friend. ”Please tell me you’re just pulling my leg and aren’t losing any of your IQ all of a sudden. That’s the kind of stupidity I expected to hear from literally any of my opponents.” ”Of course, of course,” Joseph insisted, laughing at Sam’s reaction. ”But I couldn't resist the tease. And it was worth it. That expression? Fucking priceless.” Samantha rolled her eyes, allowing a weak ‘Hmph’ to be heard. ”Just for that lame stunt, I should leave soon.” That led to Joseph raising one of his own eyebrows. ” … That a bluff or something?” ”When do I use things like bluffs? Nah. I’m gonna go riding out with Bullet and some of the other Maidens tonight. They need to meet up with someone and talk business. As you’ve probably seen, though, no one - lest they have a death wish - goes out by themselves. Besides, I need to do my own share in working on helping the Maidens out. So, tonight’s my night to show I’m not gonna flake or anything.” ”I see. When you gotta leave?” ”Closer towards evening, I’d assume. I definitely got time though. Why?” ”Figured you’d wanna go for a different kind of ride before accompanying Bullet.” Sam’s grin widens as she takes another bite. ”Well,” Samantha replies without missing much of a beat, ”You wanna do dishes for me while I get ready?” ”Sure. Seems more than fair enough, I’d say.” Soon, the two finish up their lunch. Before Sam gets up and leaves the dining room, however, Joseph sneaks a kiss against the side of her neck. It would be the first of many more intimate gestures to be given to The Titaness that day.
1st August, 2018
20:37 PM
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Sloan Lake
Status: On-Camera
"Saigo no chaimu narihibikeba tanoshii toki mo owaru."
"Once that final bell has rung, our fun times will come to an end!"
Ansatsu Kyōshitsu [Assassination Classroom] - "Bye Bye Yesterday" (Second Opening Lyrics) ”My fucking god. Same repetitive shit. I still hear someone point out my loss. Blah, blah, blah … they’re gonna beat me. Excuse me if I don’t really believe any of you fuckers. Why should I, for that matter?” The camera pans in on Sam standing nearby Sloan Lake, looking annoyed yet confident. ”I know I haven’t told any of you what insanity means. So … allow me to introduce you all to someone who can do just that. Frankly, the way you're doing the exact same shit is insane, so I feel like someone should give you all a bit of help and enlightenment. Here ya'll go.” Sam briefly rummages around in her pocket, producing her phone out. After some rapid typing, she turns it towards the camera. Without saying a word, she pushes on the “Play” button, allowing the following clip to start up. ”So now … “ Sam pauses, head tilting slightly as she gets a notification. She turns her phone around and checks out one of the newest promos hat showed up; Tyke’s second one. A low “Tch” is all she immediately answers with before staring at the lens, looking less-than-amused. ”Okay, everyone. Excuse me while I handle some side business that, unfortunately, wasn’t finished. So, Tyke -- you wanted my attention? Oh trust me, you got it. Keep dreaming, buddy - because I definitely never begged for any part of you. Least of all that pathetic ‘head’ you keep thinking with. So … here’s my proposition for ya. A chance for you to put up or shut up. For good, too. It’s an easy request - I think it is, anyway.” Sam points at herself, using her left thumb while she keeps holding onto her phone with her right hand. ”Fucking face me, why don’t you? You failed to do that in the six person tag team. In fact, you ran like the coward you are. Not only did you retreat, you got Skrabz to fight for you. Correction, that's what you tried to make happen. I digress. As for myself? I left because RJ asked to get switched in. I’ve already been against Skrabz one-on-one; I’m not afraid of him. Or anyone here, really. But you? You clearly are.
“So either back your words up or shut the hell up and go fuck off. Definitely by yourself. Goddamn, boy.” Sam lets out a frustrated huff. Her head tilts back slightly as she closes her eyes, taking a few moments to regain her composure. ”Okay,” she begins to dictate, her eyes opening once again and glancing back towards the camera, ”Now that that shit’s out of the way, back to my main points - my opponents. I’m not gonna repeat myself. There’s almost nothing I could say to any of you that hasn’t been mentioned yet. So instead, I’m gonna humor you all. Let’s pretend - somehow - anyone else but me came out as the victor. The what? You get your fifteen seconds of fame. Everyone cheers for you. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, right?
“But let’s also assume this is a title that needs to be defended every week. So next week rolls around. You go into that match … and lose it. What do you do then? What happens when it’s in a specialized match? No Disqualification? Ladder? Anything like that … are you going to be willing, able, and ready to sacrifice any and everything to regain what you lost?” Her smug smile widens as Samantha lowly chuckles. ”For most of you, I highly doubt it. Miss-Wannabe-Princess is probably gonna be horrified if she ever bleeds, regardless of who busts her open or how. So nope, not counting on her. We still haven’t heard from Ian, so … can’t say shit. We have a self-proclaimed Rock and Roll God … who hates going against women.” Sam’s head shakes. ”I hate to break it to you, Indigo, but have you seriously not noticed a good chunk of the roster here is full of women? You’re more likely to go against a female - Shieldmaiden or not - than a male. So your chances are low, as far as I’m concerned.
“And you Mosh? I saved you, once again, for last. Mainly because I got much more to say to you than how likely I envision you being able to keep, let alone re-earn, the Throwdown Title. Just remember, you asked for this shit.” While Sam rolls her neck a few times, Joseph walks into the frame, keeping his arms behind his back. ”I can let the fact you didn’t show off your own belt slide .. though it is odd. Most people who have won belts like showing them off, regardless of whether they’re replicas or the real deal. But no. Tell - actually, scratch that - show me proof you’re a legit judge.” Sam waits a few minutes. Of course, there’s no literal way to heed her words. So it’s obvious she’s imaging what may or may not be shown. ”Exactly my point. You don’t have shit. In fact, when did you last speak to me? Oh yeah, that’s right … the very first time was when this match was announced.” A combined growl and scoff pass her lips. ”What a fucking fake you are, Party Boy. You’ve never tried to talk to me. Never tried to get to know me, even as a potential ally. So all of a sudden, after I join the Shieldmaidens, you pull off the same shit Azurine did.” Her voice shifts as The Titaness attempts to mimic Mosh’s voice. ”Why Samantha, why? I thought you were better than that.” Sam snickers, moving her head from side to side. ”Fucking hell, you make it sound like I killed someone. Better than what? Or whom, hmm? But most importantly - you can’t pull that shit off against me. Azurine? Well .. she at least made more sense than you. More being the keyword.
"Honestly, it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise to anyone I joined. Not if you stop and think about it. The thing no one seems to realize … is I don’t act. I don’t lie or bullshit anyone. In fact, I’m brutally sincere, and that goes with any and everyone. I’ve always had the attitude and mindset of a Shieldmaiden. I just never met them prior to signing with Mile High.
“Furthermore, as I said before going against Bullet, they did all grab my attention. I won’t deny the thought of asking Robi Jean if she would ever take newcomers did cross my mind; I just never brought it up. I figured it’d be more rewarding to let her approach me. Lo and behold, not only did she do just that, but I was right. So as far as I’m concerned? You trying to make me hesitate or question my new alliance screams you’re scared.” Sam pockets her phone away and pulls a hair tie off from her right wrist. She begins tying her hair into a ponytail while continuing to advance to the main point of her speech. ”Your honesty is certainly appreciated. But the moment you let even one second of an emotion such as doubt take you over, I’m gonna use that to my advantage to hurl you over and win. Emotions are much like attacks in this sport. If you move or act - fail to, rather - a certain way, then they can be noticed easily. And trust me when I say I’ve seen this pattern more than enough times. I’m gonna know when to come for you, Mosh.” The Titaness nods, signaling to Joseph she’s almost ready. What for is soon revealed. ”I’m sure RJ didn’t create the Shieldmaidens for their name to be taken literally. However, since this is relevant, a brief side-rant for ya guys. So I took that Twenty-Three and Me DNA test. Apparently, somewhere in my blood, I am of Viking descent. Norse, Nordic, however you wanna word it. Considering this is where the term ‘shieldmaiden’ comes from, I figured it only appropriate to offer myself up in a more appropriate manner.” What little light, primarily provided by the moon, does shine down reveals Joseph holding a sheath. He carefully pulls out a very elegant looking dagger. Samantha calmly opens her left palm, nodding once again to Joseph. Only for the briefest of seconds does Joseph stay still. Mainly to contemplate. However, once he decides how to go about his next movements, he pulls the blade across Sam’s exposed skin. ”In and out of the ring, I have what it takes to earn, or re-obtain if needed, any title. I have proven it outside of Mile High. Tomorrow, I intend to make history in here. Something every single one of you seem to forget is in order to succeed, one must first taste failure. So even though you’re right in pointing out I have lost title opportunities, that doesn't mean I have no right to try again. That, as I’ve said so many times, is Rob’s call. None of yours.
“You all also fail to realize … that even if I do lose it, any of the Shieldmaidens plus Forge and Joseph have a damn good chance at grasping this belt for themselves. For me, this is a win-win. But you all? If you haven’t realized it yet, this is a lose-lose.
“We may not yet have all of the belts. For now, that is true. But the day we do will arrive. It’s not a matter of if, just when. That much I can swear without any hesitation.” Finally, Sam lowers her right index finger, coating it in some of her own blood. ”In honor of tomorrow’s fray, as well as learning of my Norse heritage, and to my sisters and brothers-in-arms, I’m doing a tamer ritual in hopes of obtaining victory. Normally, an animal - goat typically - would be sacrificed. I feel this has a more personal, and thus, significant, approach. This is for Widow … “ Sam pulls her finger across her left cheek, painting a single, red line. War paint, in fact, using her own life force. “For Fianna … “ Another line, this one above the first mark created in Widow’s honor. “Bandit, Bullet, Forge, Robi Jean and finally … Joseph.” The last line goes across her forehead, covering the same scar she received from her ladder match versus Bullet, as well as the area in question. ”I have ended careers here in order to secure chances at getting title shots. That’s why the Sex Symbol is out of commission, as is Lara Bratton. They’re obstacles I have discarded permanently; all to ensure I could get into matches like this. None of you have that sort of brutality or resolve. Another thing I’m not ninety-five percent sure of. No, I’m one-thousand percent sure of that. And I won’t just stop at ending careers. I will break any and everything in a person; pride, bones, your very fucking soul if it comes down to that. No one has been able to do any of these things to me, and there’s a damn good reason for that.” Sam pulls her finger across, and directly over, her neck - covering that with blood. Whom for? That’s something only she knows … and smirks as the answer stays in her head. ”Put up or shut up time … it's drawing near. I'm gonna alter a quote from Widow for a bit when she spoke to Anya and Azurine. Think it'll be easy to throw me over. Underestimate me ... by all means! Do it. See what it gets each and every one of you. I fucking dare you. I’ll see you bitches soon.” Joseph sheaths the dagger away before briskly walking over. A few seconds later, the feed cuts out, as does the promo. |
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