The signs hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone. But this was especially most noticeable to Joseph. Despite celebrating a successful title defense, it was laughably simple for anyone to see Sam was still pretty upset. And while it was perfectly understandable … it bothered the Chrome Dragon.
Not just because he was now her lover. But common sense implied her staying in this emotional state for too long would not be good for her.
He had been fine with simply spooning her quietly for the past thirty or so minutes. But now, enough was enough.
Leaning forward, Joseph pressed a soft kiss against the nape of Sam’s neck, knowing it’d get her attention.
”Hmm?” Sam replied, wearing a coy smile as she turned and looked towards Joseph with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
”No, no round three just yet.”
Sam clicked her tongue in response.
”Don’t you know it’s not nice to tease a woman like that?”
”Yes. And that’s exactly why I’ll make it up to you. However … I do have something that may be just as good. An idea to get you out of this funk.”
” … So you’re saying this is as good as sex?”
Joseph chuckled softly, shaking his head.
”Good in the moral support department, anyway. But seriously … take a vacation.” Before she could finish her protest, Sam would see Joseph swiftly raise a finger to interrupt her.
”Not to New Orleans, no. If anything, they can contact you if they need you to begin with. And I’m not that hasty, Sam. I can see that wouldn’t be much of a vacation for you.”
”Then … ??”
”Why not get a hold of Tiami? Have a non-Shieldmaiden girl outing or something?”
That certainly got Sam to contemplate on the idea. Sitting up slowly, she glanced over at the clock, noting that if she truly was still in Portland, it wouldn’t be as late.
”I suppose while I have the chance to get in touch with her, may as well call now.”
Reaching over, Sam grabbed her cell phone … and realized she only knew the city. Rolling her eyes at herself, she shot Tiami a DM via Twitter and tossed the offer over. Her head couldn’t help but tilt as she saw a rather unexpected reply of ‘Sure!’ come back to her.
After promising she would be there sometime in the afternoon, Sam stood up, though not before leaning forward and pressing her lips against Joseph’s.
”Thank you. I do think this’ll help out. Secure me a ticket to Portland, will ya? I’m gonna get a really fast shower in then pack lightly and head out.”
”Sure. Have fun!” 10th August, 2018 14:34 PM Portland, Oregon Exact Location: Legacy Emanuel Medical Center Waiting Room Status: Off-Camera
Fucking hell. Has it always been this stupidly hectic just to arrange to see someone in the hospital?
Maybe it varied by city and state. She’d never paid much attention before. Then again, few people had come to visit her when she’d been in the hospital. The rather depressing thought made a frown cross her face … before she shook her head and forced her inner musings to shut up. That was one of the last things Samantha was here for; to make her mood worse before better.
For real though, the fuck is taking so long?
If it weren’t for the fact there were some minors around, she’d just voice her thoughts out loud. Over the past several months, the Titaness had self-discovered a few things about herself. Apparently, she had a soft spot for kids. Interesting, considering she was an only child. Maybe because she didn’t have a sibling?
Either way, she didn’t feel like ruining their ears with her bitter cursing.
She did, however, want some sort of a sign - preferably sooner than later. Samantha deserved that much, right?
Thankfully, one finally arrived in the form of a nurse flashing an apologetic smile.
”We are actually in the midst of finishing the process of dismissing Ms. Erickson. If you could be so kind to wait a bit longer, that’d be appreciated.”
Finally! Sam internally exclaimed.
Out loud, however, she merely bowed her head and replied with a simple answer.
”Much appreciated. Thanks.”
A small sigh passed her lips as she leaned back, feeling .. a bit nervous, to be blunt. Why? Fuck if even she knew or understood. But if Sam had to guess? Because this whole socializing thing was not her typical forte. It had taken a considerable amount of effort to initially get over her uncertainty with the Shieldmaidens.
And the last time she’d actually seen Tiami?
That had been … what? Last December, about? January?
Whenever they’d had their fight in Elysium. So it’d been a while. At least this time would be on a much better note; or so she hoped.
It took a few extra minutes but when Tiami was finally done signing papers one handed, her eyes caught a glimpse of Sam. A smile across her face, she grabbed her phone and walked over to her. She was chipper for having a sling on her right arm.
“Hey there Sam. Sorry about the wait. The doctor was way too long winded.”
She motioned down to the sling, chuckling to herself in the process.
“I swear if deathmatches end my career, at least I’ll be going down fighting.”
Sam’s head would shake as Tiami apologized.
”I’ve been in your shoes. Mostly, anyway. Haven’t broken anything recently nor had any close calls, thankfully. But I have had my share of hospitalizations even after Young busted me open for the … I lost track of what number I’m at.”
She chuckled along with Tiami.
”Hell, even some of the normal fights have almost been the death of me. I think Ladder Matches and I seem to have a special love-hate sorta thing going. Anyway … hmm. I guess I didn’t think this very well out.”
Moving her arms out from behind her back, Tiami would see she had been carefully holding a single pink peony.
”I didn’t wanna risk giving Erik the wrong idea with a bouquet, but I didn’t wanna come over empty-handed either. But … fuck.”
A few tinges of red painted her face as the curse ended up escaping anyway.
”Well … step one. I know hospitals are so-so with their food, so wanna grab a bite?”
Particularly before I get bitched out by the staff? Even if I deserve it …
Ti smiled. She took the flower in her hand and then stuck it in her hair.
“What Erik doesn’t know yet? My favorite flowers are peony flowers. Reminds me of my mom.”
When it came to food, they both could hear Tiami’s stomach growl. She shook her head at the sound, sighing softly.
“I haven’t eaten since I touched down from Mexico, so yes. Food would be awesome right now. By the way, are you all right?”
”No shi -- kidding. Seriously? I got your favorite flower right on the first try? That’s .. heh. I’m very pleased with myself.”
It hadn’t necessarily been an outright fluke, but it was true she hadn’t chosen it without some help. In fact, the owner of a nearby store had recommended it, as they represented good health. So it made sense for Sam to pick it in hopes of Tiami recovering quickly enough.
”That suits you really nicely. I .. also haven’t eaten in a bit myself. So … let’s see.”
Taking the first steps outside and finally exiting the hospital, Sam started using her phone to first locate some nearby restaurants. A bus or taxi would be easy enough to handle.
”As for myself?”
Her eyes softened slightly.
”I’ve been … back and forth. Certainly better than the last time we spoke, most definitely. But I’d be lying to say I’m perfectly fine. There was a very recent upset in the main place I’m fighting at. And … long story short? About half of the members of a group I ended up joining - my own Badd Breed, more or less - were rather senselessly kicked out. The husband of one of the women quit voluntarily in solidarity. Since then, it has been tense.
“But what really makes this all the more frustrating? I know the owner who created this place. And … this isn’t the same man I met.”
A weak smile crossed her face.
”It’s been making me wonder if he hasn’t truly gotten rid of his other persona yet. Wouldn’t that be the worst form of irony for me; to be around an as literal as possible snake in the grass? Anyway … there’s three places immediately close by. ¿Por Qué No?, Tasty N Sons, and Salt & Straw.”
Sam snickered lightly.
”No idea what they are exactly. Even when we fought for CPW, I didn’t really check out the food here, so … it’ll be a shot in the dark, as it were. Probably for the both of us. Lest you’ve already tried any of those places, that is.”
“Tasty N Sons is really the only place I’ve been to and the food is pretty awesome. We can head there.”
She had listened to Sam as she spoke about the situation she was in. Ti respected Sam. They may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but now it was respect after their last fight. They both grew as people and wrestlers, so hearing what she heard has Tiami shaking her head.
“Makes me sad hearing that. Unfortunately, this is an industry where that can happen without notice. Happened to me within my first three months in another company. This business fluctuates so fast if you don’t keep up then you get lost in the shuffle. The other difficult part about the whole thing?”
She took a deep breath before speaking again.
“You find a family in this business. When I first joined Badd Breed, I didn’t know how I would even be able to get along with them as people, especially with me being the first female and all. Now? They are all like my brothers and I found Erik through it. Seems you found a family as well. You are a very smart girl Sam. Do not let the actions of one person that cannot seem to find themselves rule the decisions that you make when it comes to your family.”
Even if walking was an option, she doubted Tiami would want to.
”Taxi or bus? Got a preference?”
A weak smile crossed her face as she looked towards the Pretty Badass.
”I definitely appreciate it, but I feel kinda … well, yeah. Dumb is the right word. Mainly that it took so long to find a family to begin with. I literally just became a Shieldmaiden about a month ago. And Joseph’s even newer among the Chrome Dragons. Two weeks tops, probably less. So this forced separation shit, it’s … frustrating. Forget the fact our failure of a President is already doing that to others.”
Her eyes rolled before her head moved from side to side.
”No, though. We all agreed that even with this sudden turn of events, no one’s membership is getting removed because of this. And not all of us were forced to leave. There’s a few others aside from me who are still around … for now. They’re figuring out if they wanna stay. And after how unjustly not only was our President fired, but her partner had their Tag Team Title stripped in a last-minute bullshit house show match? I wouldn’t blame either of them if they just threw their hands up and said ‘fuck it’.”
Her teeth latched slightly onto her lower lip before Sam added.
”I’m probably being stupidly hopeful. I guess … I wanna be proven wrong. There are some things I don’t like being right. And right now? The thought of my boss literally having DID or any equivalent of multiple personality is nerve-wracking. But well … some neon signs have started showing up. It’s kinda hard not to notice them.”
At this, Sam would pause, taking a moment to focus on looking for the nearest bus stop or using her phone to hail a taxi - depending on what Tiami’s reply would be.
“Taxi is cool with me. Can I share a secret with you?”
Ti took a breath, allowing herself to calm down and just relax. After all, this secret was one only her boyfriend knew. She could trust Sam though, so she figured now would be a good time to just say it.
“You are talking to someone with DID herself. Have known since twelve years old about it. Got a good therapist on speed dial. I have Erik and my daughter Isa also keeping me in check. What matters with DID is treatment, and it sounds like your boss isn’t seeking it. If he was really a competent boss, he would. Wrestling is dangerous as is, we don’t need higher ups scaring the shit out of people because they can’t take care of themselves.”
She looked over at Sam, hoping she was making some sort of sense to her.
Sam would nod as Tiami offered to share a secret. She’d multitask while listening; calling a taxi service while simultaneously listening to all she had to say.
”Yeah, I was wondering if me and my friend could be picked up? We’re near Emanuel hospital. Great, thanks. We’ll be waiting.”
Luckily, a look around would show a bench they could sit and wait at.
It wouldn’t be until after Sam sat down that she slowly nodded to herself and looked up at Tiami.
”Unfortunately, I’m no doctor. So what I’m saying is a complete guess. However … from the normal Rob versus when he was Snakebite .. “
Her head shook.
”Dear god, is there ever a huge difference between the two. It wasn’t just me who thought he may have DID, but … it really is hard to prove. All I know is he was supposed to give up his Snakebite persona the moment he came up with Mile High. And now? He’s taken up that ‘role’ again … three times now. Well, the third’s coming up, but .. still.”
While she hadn’t been lying about feeling an adrenaline rush during their surprise fight when she had originally been put against Cult Manhattan, that night Sam had also felt terrified. Likely a good reason why she made damn sure to kick his ass really hard.
”He’s at least not gonna face me this week. But the fact he’s been going back to Snakebite at all? I don’t know how to feel about this. All the shit we did during our rivalry in HcW? None of it was scripted. So .. that was solely his doing. And I … don’t know if I can handle even some of that history trying to repeat if he ends up embracing that side of himself again.”
It had been subconscious, but Tiami would definitely notice Sam’s voice lower and begin to shake.
“Take a deep breath girl. It will be alright. I know when I was Alexis, it was hard for me too. Just breathe.”
She stuck a hand on Sam’s shoulder, a sign to let her know things would be all right.
“If you ever need an ear for this stuff, I’ll give you my cell number. You have my twitter as well. It’s a hard thing to see, deal with and be around. You got a friend right here. I got your back girl, so don’t stress on it too much.”
A soft, reassuring smile came across her face, to let Sam know she would be there no matter what.
”Thanks. Truly, I … “
Sam laughed softly.
”It’s probably brutally obvious considering I signed with two deathmatch organizations, but I’d much rather with those despite never having partaken in them before than see Rob become Snakebite once again. Even less so on a permanent thought.”
That made a grimace appear, though only briefly as she managed to set the idea aside.
”So … sorry if this is a bit personal, but how do you even handle being a mom and fighter? That sounds kinda difficult. Scratch that, very much so, even with a supportive partner.”
If she’d been unsure about Joseph’s hints from Twitter a few days ago, it was very clear he’d made the right observation regarding Sam and her thoughts about at least considering motherhood for herself.
Ti just chuckled. She then pulled out a picture of her and her daughter, sharing it with Sam.
“Being a mom and fighter is hard stuff indeed. Luckily for me, support is what I have. My brother Joey and his wife share taking care of Isa when I’m away, so does some Breed members too. Isa is a teenager, so the fact she has seen me work as hard as I do and wants to go into something regarding sports when she is out of high school. We have supported each other...even though her birth father is a bastard. She wants me doing the job I love...and here I am. Doing the job I love with the man I love and the daughter I’d give my life for.”
She smiled, quite proud of herself. Then, looking at Sam she finally managed putting two and two together.
“You thinking of kids there Sam?”
”She’s a teen? Wow. So .. you were young when you had her, huh? Umm .. not that you’re old. But … shit. Well, you do know what I mean, yeah?”
A new shade of crimson painted her face as she stared down at the picture, her own grin finally becoming more natural as well as noticeable.
”She’s lovely. It’s easy to see what parts of you she inherited.”
Her head would lift as an engine loudly - and rapidly approached. Sure enough, their taxi had arrived. Walking forward, Sam would open the door for Tiami. No way would she force her to risk irritating the injury. Erik would likely chew her ass out if she caused anymore pain or anything, really, to his lover.
”To Tasty N Sons, please,” she’d say to the driver, buckling herself in and helping Tiami if she needed any aid.
The Titaness would wait until they were both settled before slowly nodding.
”I suppose the better wording is I want to think about them. It’s easier now that Joseph finally has his ass fighting, that’s for sure. I won’t have to feel as obligated to try to keep fighting, even in such a state. At the same time, I … have no idea if I’d even be a good mother. I was a horrible child, and an even worse teenager. I know that’s not all my doing, but .. it doesn’t change how I grew up. Nor does it ease my worries.”
She got in the taxi after getting the picture back. Ti adjusted herself so she was comfortable and as the cab took off she smiled softly.
“Isa got my fire red hair and personality. That is how it usually works with my family.”
She laughed, and as she listened to Sam she nodded as she put the photo back in her pocket.
“The past is that for a reason. I learned a lot from my past after my brother Dan passed away. I learned to cherish the ones you love and care about the most, the rest falls into place regardless of how messy the past was. You got a bright future ahead Sam, good man by your side. Should a family come? You would be an awesome mom. What kid wouldn’t want a badass wrestler for a mom?”
”Fair. I definitely have found it simple enough to learn from past fighting mistakes. And maybe - just maybe - intimate ones, too. Joseph has been a miracle in his own rights. Especially now that he’s stepping into the ring and doing pretty damn well. Won his debut match. In a Triple Threat, no less.”
All the same, a slightly nervous look managed to mingle with the proud smile seen on Sam’s face.
”But it just feels a lot harder to apply to something like becoming a mother.”
A soft sigh passed her lips before Sam slyly smirked.
”Probably when I have a less hectic title to worry about. The Throwdown Championship needs to be defended every goddamn week. So far, so good. And even if I lose it? I do intend to get it back .. eventually, as well as the other belts. I guess … I just need to figure when I’m fine even considering taking that chance.”
Just in her head, it was an odd thought. Slightly scary, but not nearly as much compared to when she first joined Elysium. At least she would have support, more so than ever between having Joseph, the Shieldmaidens, and Chrome Dragons as allies.
Her head nodded as Sam tried to reassure herself time would be one of her ‘best friends’ in figuring that sorta thing out.
The abrupt halt of the taxi made her head turn and see they were at the restaurant. Bowing her head in appreciation, Sam would hand her debit card over, taking it back and re-inserting it into her wallet after it got swiped to pay for the drive.
Just as she’d done for getting inside, Sam would help Ti get unbuckled and open the door for them both, shutting it after the two wrestlers were out of the cab.
“Time sucks when it comes to things like this, but in the end it will all be worth it.”
The cab ride suddenly stopped and had Ti glaring at the driver with a look that could kill. She managed with Sam’s help to get out and took a deep breath of air in. Sam came around the car and the two looked at each other.
“Ready for some good food?” 12th August, 2018 6:13 AM San Diego, California Exact Location: Kings Inn San Diego (Room 122) Status: On-Camera
”So … are those your true colors finally coming out, Rob? Is that what you really think of me? That I’m losing my competitive touch? That Bullet’s the only Shieldmaiden who gives a fuck here?”
Sam is sitting on a hotel bed. Arms over her chest and wearing a glare that - if looks alone could kill - would do so to anyone watching the promo.
”Fuck and you; that’s my response for that. I just … lemme put it in the simplest response possible. If my competitive side ever died, you’d know. It’s called I would have left back after the third fucking show. I wouldn’t have kept going despite losing the main belt.”
Her head shakes.
”You really disappoint me. When in HcW did I ever back out of a fight? Hmmm? Or even here? When have I pulled that sorta crap off, huh?!”
Her eyes narrow as she stays quiet for a good minute before chiming in once more.
”Never. Because that is the kind of woman I’ve always been. I don’t back down. And I sure as fuck do not ‘avoid’ opponents. If this is about Azurine, I’m simply doing her a favor. Go back and read on Twitter, because I meant it. An Ironwoman match? Pfft. Too tame. No, I’d be more inclined to take up any really extreme match. As close to a death one as possible.
“But as things are? Having a fourth round wouldn’t be that entertaining. Definitely not for me, anyway. Moreover? I don’t have shit to prove to her; I really don’t. There are so many other people in Mile High’s roster I haven’t ever fought yet once. Like … this week’s opponent. Perfect example. So, Ripley … you’re title defense number two, huh?”
Her head quickly shakes in disapproval.
”Forget the fact you ‘earned’ the Tag Team Titles in such a controversial fashion, there’s another problem I’ve got with you. This … “
Sam pats the Throwdown Championship draped over her belt.
”Is supposed to be defended every single week. I’ve noticed, though; you aren't here every fucking week. So .. what? You’d get a free pass if you did beat me? That’s bullshit! I am coming out here and kicking ass; not simply to keep possession of this title, but it’s simply what I love to do. Plain and simple.
“I also saw you reveal your ‘true’ personality against Solomon Cain. I gotta say - it’s not that intimidating. In fact, it’s sad you held back so long on indulging in your true personality. Much like former President Hoover, you did too little, too late as far as I’m concerned. You should have embraced your actual sadistic side much sooner. But now?”
A coy smirk spreads over Samantha’s face.
”Now you’re going against me. And I hate to break it to you, but fire is the last thing I’m afraid of. I’ve already faced my legit fears. Twice before. And both times, I came out alive and well. I survived them. Even if our fight should somehow turn into one involving them?”
Sam’s head moves from side to side.
”It’s not gonna stop me. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. Even after some of the worst injuries - especially from here - what happens? I return to Mile High and continue to fight. Week in and week out, I always keep sacrificing my body. You lack that exact same passion and drive; it’s definitely not to the degree I’ve shown. It can be seen, from all of your past matches as well as your record. But your matches matter more than your win-loss ratio.
“So excuse my arrogance; but I have all the reasons in the world not to be nervous. Mind you, this doesn’t mean I’ll dismiss your presence. It just isn’t going to bother me as much as others may do so. That thus redirects me back to Rob for a few seconds. Pardon me again.”
Her eyes roll slightly before narrowing again.
”The match cards you create .. are those not partly - if not largely - your arranging? So .. you think I’m dodging certain members of the roster? You can make fights happen, ya dumb ass. I may have my preferences, sure. But at the end of the day, it’s your call; yours plus Angel’s and Katrina’s, anyway. Also, I have expressed interest in wanting to fight Tyke one-on-one. Go back. Rewatch my promos. You’ll see I even demanded a match against him. That still stands. Hell, I wouldn’t have minded going against Solomon Cain for you so you could actually retire Snakebite for good.”
The Titaness sighs, both annoyed and getting somewhat tired.
”I’ll leave it at here for now. I need rest to go through with a hunt of sorts. But Rob? Next time you wanna talk shit about me or even the other Shieldmaidens? Do it to my actual face, why don’t ya? Like meeting me in the ring, hallway, whatever. But don’t pull that shit from behind a camera.”
One last word is uttered in a lwo, almost feral-like growl.
And after the word is declared through gritted teeth, the feed cuts out, signaling the end of Sam’s first promo.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2018 13:47:27 GMT -6 by Deleted: Minor capitalization error fixed. All content otherwise the same.
Backstage at Mile High Wrestling’s first house show Ripley, in his ring gear, is walking down a hallway. He still has a few bandages on his chest and arms due to his flaming tables match with Solomon Cain the week before. In Ripley’s left hand is the Mile High Wrestling Tag Team Championship and as he continues his walk Jordan Hagan approaches him.
Jordan: Ripley! You and Chris Mosh have just become the new tag team champions in a shocking turn of events, first of all congratulations, but could I have a moment of your time?
Ripley lets out a sigh and looks around quickly before looking at Jordan.
Ripley: Sure, Jordan.
Jordan: Thank you, now as everyone can see you still have some injuries from your match with Solomon Cain but that didn’t seem to stop you and Chris Mosh from shocking everyone and winning tonight. I just wanted to-
Ripley holds up his hand cutting off Jordan’s question and at the same time he tosses the Tag Team Championship over his right shoulder.
Ripley: I’m going to stop you right there. You keep referring to the victory Chris and I just achieved as shocking, Jordan there was nothing shocking about it. Rob needed a team to go up against the former champs tonight so he put Chris and myself out there and we won. Everyone should have seen that happening. Chris and I had this companies very first match and instantly we clicked. Rob knew that we would work well together and this championship on my shoulder proves it. So, Jordan I would appreciate it if you would put a stop to calling this victory shocking.
Jordan: I didn’t mean to offend but you did compete with lingering injuries from you flaming tables match, what was that like?
Ripley: What was that like? It was painful, Jordan. Really painful but I’m not one to complain. Each hit I took and each wave of pain that shot threw my body just ended up motivating me. I didn’t want all that pain to be for nothing and this championship shows that it wasn’t. Now I want all the tag teams in Mile High Wrestling to know that now that Chris and I are the new champs, the party is just getting started.
Ripley gives Jordan a smirk then walks away from him continuing down the hallway.
The clicking of a butane torch lighter can be heard opening then the low roar of its flame. Ripley is holding it in his left hand up to the end of a cigar in his right. He carefully rotates the flame around the end making sure not to burn it too much. After there is a decently red glowing cherry at the end he gives it a few puffs causing the end to flame up a little. He then shuts off the lighter and places it down on a small end table next to him that has a small glass of whiskey on it and behind the glass is the Mile High Wrestling Tag Team Championship propped up. Ripley, puffing on his cigar, leans back in the large leather chair that he’s sitting in.
Ripley: I’ve been doing this wrestling thing for about, oh ten years now. Over the years I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve traveled the world fighting and perfecting my craft. I’ve been in multiple companies fighting many, many crazy battles. I’ve been part of some of the biggest events in companies that I’ve fought for too. It’s been one wild and fun ride without a doubt. If I could start over and do it all again, I would. Last week though I apparently got involved in something I haven’t before.
He takes another puff from his cigar and blows out a cloud of smoke.
Ripley: I’m told that the win that Chris Mosh and I got was controversial. Controversial, really? I’ve been told that twitter had people complaining about this and even a few dirt sheets had some of their writers write up articles about how this is so controversial. For the first time in my career I have a win being called controversial. Usually I don’t even bother with this type of thing on twitter or random dirt sheets but my wife was the one to tell me that I should really check out what some people are saying and boy, let me tell you that within two minutes of scrolling I just rolled my eyes and tossed my phone to the side. Even fixed myself a strong drink to try and erase all the whining and complaining I had just read.
He lowers his cigar and picks up the glass of whiskey with his free hand and takes a sip, he puts the glass back down.
Ripley: The thing is though, I don’t care what these whiners or complainers think or have to say. I’m not here for them. No, when I first got into this business I have never been for the ones that want to complain or make excuses. From day one of my career I’ve been here for the ones that see an impossible goal but they take a shot and give everything they have anyway. Even if they think they might fail they say screw it, I’m going to try anyway. I’m for those people and those fans because I’m one of them. When I first got into wrestling the first handful of companies I joined shut down before I even got a second match in them. Various reasons of course, backstage politics, poor financial planning, corrupt officials, you name it. Yet, I didn’t give up. To be honest though, this career wasn’t something I dreamed of. Sorry if that breaks some hearts but no, little Ripley didn’t grow up dreaming of being a world-famous wrestler. In all honesty I didn’t know what I wanted to be. For the first early years of my young adult life I was aimless, I had no idea what to do or what I wanted to be. Simply put I was lost. Then something amazing happened, I found wrestling. Or maybe it found me?
He takes another puff of his cigar and lets out another cloud of smoke then chuckles.
Ripley: Anyway, almost ten years later and here I am. A multi time champion from several companies and a damn tough fighter that doesn’t make any excuses. That also happens to be tied up in controversy. Even my opponent this week the Throwdown Champion Sam “The Titaness” Hamilton has gotten in on the complaining. Doesn’t matter to me. I can’t help the fact that I answered Roberts call to be in a tag team match for the championships and my team won. Enough about all of that though, it’s putting me in a bad mood and I want to be positive and excited for what’s to come.
Ripley leans forward looking into the camera and uses his cigar to point directly at the viewer.
Ripley: Samantha, this Thursday I’m adding your championship to my collection. Sure, I haven’t had a great track record in Mile High but I’m turning things around. You and everyone else has noticed my change in attitude and I’m glad because that just might help you survive our match. Don’t misinterpret my words though, I’m not trying to be arrogant or cocky because I fully realize you will be a tough opponent to beat. Match after match you’ve proven that but I’ve had that fire relit under my ass. Thanks to Solomon that could be taken literally. Speaking of Solomon and our match, Samantha I know you’re proud of having gone through tough battles and so am I. Two weeks ago, when my flesh was lit on fire that was nothing new to me. The wild battles I said I’ve been a part of also involved me being sent through walls around the backstage area of an arena. To make my point plain and simple I just want you to know that our match isn’t going to be a battle, it’s going to be a war.
He takes a few quick puffs to keep the cigar burning.
Ripley: I’m coming for your championship because I take great pride in accomplishing the seemingly impossible and living up to the standards of a championship. Which reminds me, I know you questioned my attendance record here and questioned what would it mean if I take your championship? Well, first correction instead of if it’s when and second, it’s a simple answer. The Throwdown Championship needs to be defended every week? Then obviously I’ll be here every week to defend it. Robert can write up a new contract for me redoing my schedule and I’ll sign right on that dotted line. I’ll see you out there, champ.
Ripley grabs the Tag Team Championship and looks to start to stand up but stops and looks into the camera with an irritated look.
Ripley: Oh and Sam, you made a big mistake questioning my dedication. I’ve spilled blood all over the world doing this and I’ve even fought through a match with a broken and bleeding nose. I may not have dreamed of this career or been born into it but I’ve more than willingly gave my body to it and will continue to do so. Hope you’re ready for a fight.
With the Tag Team Championship over his shoulder he gives up and walks away. Fade to black.
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory ††† ††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† ††† You've been warned. †††
13th August, 2018 08:08 AM San Diego, California Exact Location: Unknown common area Status: Off-Camera
For most of the MHW roster, the name Erik Holland wouldn’t mean jack shit. Hell, only a very, very small handful even knew of it.
For the Titaness, however, she had spent the last … it had to be almost twenty-four hours by now. Surely! Well … however long it had been, she had used that time playing the world’s most dangerous and violent game of ‘tag’ for Death Trip Wrestling.
The saving grace?
For whatever reason, not nearly as many people decided to play along. Including Tiami.
In fact … Sam had purposely lied, insisting the Shieldmaidens had called her back down so she could leave their lunch. But she didn’t dare dash and dine. No, she split the bill, at the very least, and made sure to send Joseph a very quick text telling him to secure a ticket to San Diego.
That all had been yesterday.
Right this moment?
The Titaness was on her back, panting heavily. Looking … a bit crazed, if one had to be completely honest? But what would be more nerve-wracking wasn’t the correct assumption, but Sam was loving this freedom. She could use weapons! She didn’t have to worry about rules! She felt alive and by God, she was loving these death matches.
Despite enduring .. two? Three Toxic Avengers from the current Eternal Warfare champion, Holland, which always made her land painfully on her back, another hit to her back with a fucking suitcase of all things from some prick - she’d have to get his name later, and so much more .. Samantha could easily say without any doubts she was feeling more alive now than ever.
Even the Anarchy fighting pit had been tame compared to this. And that was saying something, more so for an underground establishment.
She could feel every muscle screaming, pleading for her to stay down.
But then, she lifted her head and saw Erik crawling away! Fucking crawling!
Her fists clenched. He was determined - no doubt. But so was she. Shit, she’d warned him earlier that she was ambitious as fuck.
Her legs shook as she barely managed to push herself forward. Her hand first wrapped around Holland's leg then yanked him down. The Titaness would grab his other leg, using them to help turn him around onto his back.
Sam then proceeded to straddle his midsection, throwing wild punches down at his forehead.
The two by now looked like an absolute mess. Sam's hair was disheveled, her own head throbbing and bleeding once again due to her most recent breaking of the table.
The next fifty some odd minutes would be filled with numerous back and forth exchanges, including two porcelain cups being smashed against Sam’s forehead. Quite a few shards got very, very close to poking her eyes and risking robbing her of her sight.
But in the end … it finally came.
The three count and finally, she felt the Eternal Warfare Championship brushing against her fingertips.
A proud smirk crossed her face. The past twenty-four hours had been a literal, breathing Hell. But by god, they had been worth it. 15th August, 2018 11:42 AM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Sheraton Denver Downtown Hotel (Room 318) Status: On-Camera
”Yes. It was controversial. That ‘house match’ was announced with little notice, and even fewer details. Come now. You seem like you have a good enough head on your shoulders. Surely, your ego isn’t so huge that even you can’t admit that does look and seem pretty suspicious. All of us Shieldmaidens were always strong. Prior to that the Pueblo, Colorado set-up, both Widow and Bandit had been undefeated. If you really think they would be so easily defeated all of a sudden, you’re wrong. Unfortunately, with how .. abrupt that gathering was, I can’t blame them if they weren’t on their A-game either.”
A very upset looking Titaness is staring at the camera. Sitting on her bed, with her arms resting in her lap.
”You know what? Let’s forgo the political and technical side of this upcoming match, shall we? I may not like how things went down, but the fact is it’s already happened. You may have a fire lit under you. But don’t think I don’t have one too. I became the first double champion. And while, no, the belts aren’t from the same company, that will change one of these days. That much I swear.”
As the focus adjusts to Sam in her hotel room, we can hear a song in the background. The volume’s turned down so it isn’t as easy to hear the lyrics.
”So maybe you are truly fine with bleeding for this sport. But when it comes to you making someone bleed? That is a whole different story, and not one that has often been seen. Last I recall, never, in fact.”
Reaching down, Sam picks the Eternal Warfare Belt up, smirking proudly as she finally turns the volume up, allowing the following lyrics to be heard better.
”Can't stop the beast in me It's underneath my skin Can't stop the beast in me It's underneath my skin …”
”Meanwhile, I stabbed the former champion. I went to lengths I know very few, if anyone, here would even dare go to. Luckily for you, our match is a typical singles one. So if you bleed, it’ll be by my own fists, fueled by strength and my desire to keep and maintain this title.”
”Save Save yourself This is straight war The writing's on the wall Here comes a massacre now Brace for the massacre …”
Her smirk widens as she drapes both titles over her shoulders.
”I suppose there is one saving grace though, and it’s in the fact we can both agree on one thing. This is indeed going to be both what you declared and what this songs speaks of; a war. A massacre. I’ll admit, I’m glad to see someone has finally done their homework and finally taken careful notice of me rather than focusing on my losses. For that, you do get some credit. And perhaps one day you’ll be able to improve your record.”
Run Run and hide They're keeping score They're never coming home now Here comes a massacre now Brace for the massacre No one's safe here Run for cover Go …”
”It just isn’t going to be against me. When I make promises, I fucking keep them. I meant it when I said I have no intentions of losing this before the Good Time PPV. As the old proverb goes; actions speak louder than words. And your actions, Ripley, reveal that your thirst, your desire to get any belt on your own - without them being all but handed over - isn’t high enough. I’ll also start feeling more confident about your own vow to be here weekly when I see you do so. But not before then.
“Not only did I stab someone to earn a title, I’ve shown time and time I will do any and everything for even a chance. Let’s go back down memory lane for a bit should you not believe me, hmm?”
While the song continues in the background, Sam holds one finger up while beginning to list said events.
”I did something probably no one - certainly not The Master - expected of me. I broke out of fucking handcuffs to keep my chance at earning the Mile High Championship. He tried to keep me out of the equation, as it were. But I proved it’d take more than some petty metal bracelets to keep me away. And I stayed the dominant of the three between myself, him, and Candi.
“I then went on to beat Azurine to secure my spot at the Ladder Match against Bullet. Finally, at the Rise … the commentators weren’t the only ones who thought I was dead. There were a few times I legitimately thought I may have done the same back to Bullet with how much damage I gave her.
“And when she hurled me off the ladder and onto the concrete?”
Sam chuckles lowly, shaking her head at the memory.
”I’d be lying to deny I was amazed I got up even after that. Because I not only looked a tad deceased, but sure as fuck felt it. But see, that is the amount of sweat, blood, and sacrifice I am prepared to give to keep this belt. You may have shown off all three; but still not to the extent I have.”
Her head firmly shakes, eyes narrowing as she clutches both belts tightly against her.
”Until I ever actually have children, these are mine in their own rights. No fucking way am I letting anyone take these. You’d have to practically kill me to even stand a chance. And you don’t have that much nerve in you. I do. I’ve stabbed and shot people before, all to get what I want. Even gone so far as to actually commit manslaughter. And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if push ever came to shove.
“You can try though. And you’ll get credit for doing so. But I’m not letting you take my child, my prize away. That’s all there is to it.”
She hums along with the song, pulling her thumb across her throat before speaking one more time.
”Tomorrow night, I’ll gladly show you a small but ample taste of what Holland suffered in trying to keep the Eternal Warfare Championship. You’ll feel and see why he lost it despite his best efforts, and furthermore understand why I’ll still walk out with this belt bearing my name and remaining in my hands. Thursday will be my Heaven … and your Hell. See you soon, Ripley. Just remember; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It most definitely applies to mothers. You'll see how literal that plays out soon enough.”
Seconds after speaking her last set of thoughts, the camera shuts off, causing the Titaness, belts, music, and scenery to all disappear.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2018 0:19:23 GMT -6 by Deleted: Added in some forgotten sentences. Context otherwise the same.
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: ...on the following AMMO. This AMMO will just have the new match writing idea.
Sept 18, 2021 8:36:32 GMT -6
cmosh: I want to apologize to everyone for not doing a rp this week. Just been a tough week at work and other things got in the way as well, again I'm really sorry for not rping this week
Sept 18, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6