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Post by Admin on Aug 3, 2018 2:08:28 GMT -6
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton vs Jansen Myrrh Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 9, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2018 7:11:52 GMT -6
Rose City Academy August 4, 2018
The workout had been strenuous but Jansen Myrrh was feeling far more confident than she had in a very long time. The tactics that she had been learning from Paul Banter had made sense, but she wasn’t quite sure if she could do what he wanted her too, but she also knew that if she wanted to beat Tacy McTaggart, she was going to have to do whatever it took to win.
On top of that, it was announced that she was going to face former Mile High Champion, Candi Bratton on Thursday and that kind of scared the crap out of her. Bratton was one tough “broad” as Banter had said to her and wasn’t going to just give her a scientific matchup. She was going to brawl and fight and cheat her way to a win as she did every other match.
They watched a few tapes — as he called it, but really it was the Mile High stream and with each match she watched featuring Candi Bratton, she got more and more nervous. She’d rather tight a million Tacys than one Candi.
By the time they finished, Jansen was sufficiently worried about her match on Thursday.
Then there was Tacy McTaggart. The wanna-be mall cop who apparently drove off her best friend whom she hasn’t heard from since. The second show for Rose City Academy and somehow Jansen was in the main event with Tacy in some sort of Prison Rules match?
Jansen has never been an anything goes type of wrestler and has never been in an anything goes match. Paul gave her a few pointers and reminded her repeatedly that she could do whatever she wanted without risking getting disqualified.
Paul reached for a folding chair and folds it straight, “Look, kid. That cop is gonna use every trick in the book. She’s been wrestling longer than you and has far more experience and probably has been in a match or two. If you don’t fight fire with fire, that chick is gonna wallop you good and hard.” He takes the chair and swings it hard, smacking it against the ring post — making a large whacking sound that rings out in the Academy.
“Same thing with Bratton. That woman is nuts. I’ve crossed her path a time or two and she’s certifiable. She’s not above grabbing whatever weapon she can find and bashing your skull in. I’m actually surprised she agreed to this match, if I’m honest with you.”
Jansen looks at him curiously, “What does that mean?”
Paul starts to say something, then stops shaking his head. “Just that I figured she’d be going after the champ or something.”
“Oh.” Jansen hasn’t any reason to doubt his word, but something doesn’t sit right with her.
Paul sets the chair down and walks over and places a large hand on her shoulder, “You’ve got the gift, kid. You can make something of yourself in this business. You just need some seasoning. Maybe you should consider a manager.”
Jansen furrows her brows, “Are you offering to be my manager?”
This time it’s Paul who’s taken aback because he hadn’t even been thinking about that. There were plenty of managers around the business who would probably be able to help her out, but he had been thinking about wrestling less. Perhaps a manager gig would work out for him.
“Well, I wasn’t at first but now you have me thinking,” Paul leans against the ring apron. “I mean, if you want me to, I could probably come to the ring with you.”
Jansen would have to think about this proposition. Perhaps not for her match on Thursday with Candi Bratton, but perhaps for her match with McTaggart. She could use his guidance and coaching for that match.
“Hungry?” His words break her thoughts and she smiles, nodding. “Famished. Let me go change and we can grab a bite.” With that Jansen heads off to the locker room to shower and change. Paul watches her go and when she disappears, he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone and pushes a few numbers.
“It’s Banter.”
“I’m with Myrrh and you’re gonna have to tell her. She doesn’t have a clue.”
“Unless you’re planning to beat the crap out of her, you’re going to have to talk to her.”
“Fine. Fine. Do what you want. Just saying, she worships the guy.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fine. Bye.” Later that Night
Jansen turns on her feed and begins to record her promo against Candi Bratton.
“I know you’re busy with her match against Lance Mikes, but I hope you aren’t taking me lightly, Candi Bratton. I may not have as many wins as you or have won any championships, but I promise you that I will give you the fight of my life.”
“You haven’t been around Mile High for a few weeks — not since you lost your Mile High Championship to Skrabs in that crazy match, but your return isn’t going to be at my expense and I hope you don’t think that it will. One day, you’ll get your title shot again but one day I plan to be challenging for a world championship regardless of the outcome of our match on Thursday.”
“So come Thursday Throwdown, bring your best, Candi Bratton because I will certainly be at my very best for you.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2018 7:48:31 GMT -6
Candi’s in Denver August 5, 2018
It’s a Sunday morning and Candi is in the office of her bar. If there’s one thing that Candi can do that most wouldn’t think she could do is that she can crunch numbers. She finds solace in balancing her books as she plugs number after number into her calculator and watches the numbers climb on the screen.
Once she’s satisfied with the number, she leans back in her chair and Candi Bratton goes to a place she hasn’t gone in a very long time. 24 Years Ago
He has come in an out of their lives for years. Candi always let him back in.
The argument was petty. She’s not entirely sure how it escalated as quickly as it did but it stopped abruptly with the back of his hand smacking her cheek. In front of her kids. Their kids.
Candi Bratton was never one for dramatics. However, on this day things turned the corner for her. She instructed the children to go to their room and not come out until she said.
The violence that followed was witnessed by only two individuals. Candi herself and the man she beat into submission. The father of her children. The man who floated in and out of their lives without a care in the world.
Until that day.
It would be the last time she would ever see him as he fled out of her home and as she slammed the door, he watched her from the yard. Her final words to him would haunt her for years.
“If you ever come back here, I’ll fucking kill you.”
One thing Candi never could be was a victim. She would never allow a man to come into her home and hit her in front of her children. However, this one day set a chain in motion that she could not anticipate.
And three days later, it would come to a very sad conclusion. Present Day
As Candi Bratton snaps out of her reverie, she glances at her cell phone. The call she received last night had been building in her head all night and into today.
She had a match on Thursday and again on Monday.
While her Parking Lot Brawl with Lance Mikes during HcW’s Hardcore Kingdom was the far more high profile match coming, she wasn’t sweating Mikes. She’s never sweated a fight in her life. Not one time did she ever get those butterflies that other wrestlers talked about before a big fight.
She would pummel him from one end of the parking lot to the other. She would win or she would lose. But she would make sure that Lance Mikes never forgot who the fuck that Candi Bratton is.
But she most certainly wasn’t sweating this fight.
However, for the first time she was definitely feeling those butterflies as her match on Thursday with Jansen Myrrh were bringing up things from her past she hadn’t thought about in a very long time. For the first time, she was sweating. She was not prepared for what she must face come Thursday Throwdown.
But in the end, she knew she must face it. Face her.
She took in a big sigh and then reached for her beer and finished it before tossing the bottle into trash can. She reaches for her cell phone and scrolls until she finds the contact she wants to dial and clicks it.
“It’s me. Yeah, a long time.”
“I want to know what she knows. About that night. Does she even know who the fuck I am?”
“She’s going to have to find out.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want. This isn’t about you. This is something you should have told her a long fucking time ago.”
“I don’t know just yet what I’m gonna do, but they want me to fight her. Is that what you want?”
“You and your fucking secrets.”
Secrets that Candi Bratton knew could no longer remain hidden.
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