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Post by Admin on Aug 16, 2018 12:18:26 GMT -6
 Jansen Myrrh
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"California Princess" Ariana BentleyRoleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Thursday, August 23, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 7:47:39 GMT -6
July 16, 2018
Magness Arena
Immediately Following Jansen’s Segment
Jansen Myrrh and Paul Banter enter the backstage area, bypassing a few additional medical personnel who are bringing the stretcher down to ringside for Candi Bratton. As the duo walk down the hall, seemingly congratulating themselves, they bump into Jordan Hagen.
Jordan Hagen: Jansen Myrrh, you and your new manager, Paul Banter have made quite the statement tonight. I will admit that was a little uncomfortable to watch.
Jansen Myrrh: Uncomfortable?!
Paul Banter places a hand on her shoulder.
Paul Banter: I got this. Look, Hagen. What happened out there with Bratton tonight was personal. It was between her and my client. My client just chose to make it very public. If you see Candi Bratton around these parts again, it’ll be in a wheel chair.
Jansen Myrrh: Damn straight.
Jordan Hagen: So, what’s next for Jansen Myrrh?
Paul Banter: Whoever management — or whoever is left of management — decides to put in my client’s path, I assure you they will be dealt with. My client has championship aspirations and I aim to help her achieve those goals. It doesn’t matter if it’s Hamilton, Bullet or Skrabz. You see, they have had it easy until now and once my client gets it into her head that she wants one of them championship belts around her waist, it’s only a matter of time.
Jansen Myrrh just nods her head as she places a hand on Big Paul’s shoulder.
Paul Banter: As for her immediate future, it seems that one Emily Falls has taken exception to how we chose to dismantle Candi Bratton. If Miss Falls wants to, she’s more than welcome to step up to my client and end up on the same path as your less than esteemed former Mile High Champion.
Jordan Hagen: Anyone else on your immediate radar for Jansen?
Paul Banter: It doesn’t really matter who they put in her path. Mosh. Ripley. Bentley. Falls. Some sort of phony Rock God. Let me tell you something, you’d just see the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Jansen Myrrh. She has wrestling in her blood. This is what she was meant to do and she’s played it nice from the very start. I know a few of her so-called friends such as Kem Dynamo have spoken out publicly about their disappointment in my client’s new path and if Dynamo has an issue with my client, she’s more than happy to explain it to her in painfully graphic detail on one of the next Rose City shows.
Jansen Myrrh: Thanks for all of your support, Kem. Traitor! And you know what else? No one here is going to cry for Candi Bratton. No one here liked her. No one here respected her. They called her old. They called her a cheat. No one felt she should be the face of this company. No one came down to help that old bitty tonight. No one except the Barf Queen, Emily Falls and that’s because that chick is crazy and desperate for friends. Bratton latched on to her and used her until Falls quit and now she’s back. She still thinks that Bratton is her friend. Don’t be do damned naive, Emily Falls. You’re a damn loser. If you get in my business again, I’m gonna put you down just like I put down Candi Bratton tonight. So, to everyone on the Mile High Roster… you’re welcome!
Paul Banter: Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m gonna go talk to the general manager to see who she’s going to sacrifice to Miss Myrrhder here next week on Thursday Throwdown.
As they start to move by Jordan, Myrrh grabs the microphone.
Jansen Myrrh: Get well soon, Candi Bratton!
July 17, 2018
4:45 AM
Denver, CO
There’s a loud banging on the door of Jansen’s hotel room. It startles her as she sits up in her bed, taking a moment to try and figure out what’s going on before she places her feet on the plush carpeting and grabs her robe, wrapping it around her tightly as she walks to the door and peeks out of hole to see her manager standing outside.
She takes a moment before she hears, “Yeah, I see you there. Open the damn door!”
She unhooks the lock and pulls the door open.
“Get your workout gear on, we have a Princess to train for.”
“Right. Give me a few.”
The door closes behind her as she walks over and steps into the bathroom, flicking on the lightswitch and squinting. The memories of yesterday flashing through her brain as she places her hand on the counter and looks at herself in the mirror.
Is this the road she wants to take? Some nobody on Twitter asked her if she could look at herself in the mirror. As her own eyes meet, she realized that she most definitely could do that.
She thought she might feel remorse. Sorrow. Something.
She was going to end it after the piledriver. She was trying to walk away, thinking she had done all she needed but there was something inside her that told her to finish this bitch. She deserves nothing less for what she did. So she went back. She honestly hadn’t intended to break Bratton’s leg, but even with that — Jansen didn’t feel anything.
She deserved it.
Every bit of it.
There’s a banging on the door. “C’mon! Let’s go!”
“I’m moving as fast as I can!”
“Then move faster.”
He was causing a commotion in the hallway. Last thing we needed was to get kicked out of here. So, sje finished in the bathroom and went out to get dressed. Her inward reflection will have to wait.
Wait, what? Princess?
2 Hours Later
Hotel Room
Jansen Myrrh parted ways with Paul Banter out in the hallway and stepped into her room, dripping of sweat and fell back on her bed. She needed to shower, but her mind could not help but reflect on what she and Paul had done yesterday. Again, she expected to feel some type of remorse, but she didn’t.
She picked up her phone and checked her Twitter for the first time and saw the postings from Bratton’s family. Surgery. Good. Never wrestling again. Even better. Screw that bitch for what she’d done. She turns on the camera after pulling her hair back and she starts to record.
“If you expect me to feel sorry for what happened yesterday with Candi Bratton. Think again. That was personal and she has had it coming for years. Good riddance, as far as I’m concerned. If she wants to be competitive in athletics, she can try out for wheelchair basketball. This sport — my sport — doesn’t need the likes of you in it.”
“On to next week and it seems that there is a Princess in my future. A California Princess to be exact. Ariana Bentley. Is this something you are sure you want to do? I mean, being a Princess and all. When you step into the ring with Miss Myrrhder next week on Thursday Throwdown, you’re going to be face to face in the ring with a bona fide career killer. Just ask Candi Bratton.”
“I’ve seen you hanging around Emily Falls as well, and you tell that Barf Queen that she better stay the hell out of my business. She came running down there to help Bratton out and I had to put her in her place. I didn’t do to her what I did to Candi Bratton, so she should be thanking whatever porcelain God she worships to for that.”
“But again, Bentley, do yourself a favor. Stay home next week because if you get into the ring with me, just like Candi Bratton, it may be your last time ever.”
“And to my “friend” over in the Rose City domain. You think your disappointment in me hurts my feelings? No. Not one bit. Your judgemental attitude and revulsion over what I’ve been doing this past week is noted and honestly, I couldn’t care less. It’s not like your winning any matches lately. So, if you feel like I’m such a disappointment, I suppose we could meet in the ring and you could try and steer me on the right path. Or perhaps, you’ll take the same ride that Candi Bratton did. Or end up like Tacy McKegger, face up, counting the stars after I pinned her in the ring.”
“Either way, next week, I step over the California Princess. I’m looking for a match at Good Times and I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.”
Feed ends.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2018 13:52:14 GMT -6
Ariana Bentley is sitting down in a chair in an airplane, her head drooping down in her hand.
When she sees that the camera is on her, maybe in a minute or so, her head immediately goes up, and she smiles brightly.
"Hey," she says. "How did you get in here?"
"Uh, I was right behind you!" the cameraman says in an annoyed tone.
"Right."
She smiles again.
"So, on Thursday Night Throwdown, fighting Jansen Myrrh. Complete loser. And she has this manager, Paul Banter or something. Really makes her look much worst. His nickname, for one, is 'Better Than You.' When Jansen walks up to him and says, 'Who are you again?' and he says, 'Better Than You, don't you remember?' and she says, 'What? You're not better than me!', then obviously she's gonna understand that becoming Miss Myrrder makes her become Miss Myrrderable, all because she decided to have a manager named 'Better Than You.'"
She thinks for a moment. "But, of course, no ones gonna do that, because, as I said to Sam Hamilton, people who do that get caught by the police. So you don't need to be Miss Myrrder in the first place."
"Landed in Denver."
Ariana hops off of her chair and walks out the airplane door.
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Hampton Inn
5:40 PM
"I've been really excited about this match. I mean, who gets to fight happy and excited Jansen Myrrh, and win because of how happy she always wants to be. But, recently, she turned into a bad girl and broke Candi Bratton's leg. You can't be so selfish, selfish enough to break an old woman's leg!"
Ariana looks at the clock and says, "Now, goodbye, so I can order pizza!"
Ariana gives the camera a dirty look, and the cameraman starts crying(he must think Ariana is talking to him).
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 13:13:04 GMT -6
August 20, 2018
Indianapolis, IN
PAUL:
It’s one of those days where you kind of just want it to be over and at the same time you don’t. You see, it’s my final wrestling match in my official career. After announcing my retirement and my career change to be Jansen Myrrh’s manager, I fully committed to fulfilling all my contracted dates which, to be honest, only left one.
Luchasaur.
What the f is a Luchasaur? Not gonna lie, I’d been dealing with the liked of Creed and this guy rather flew under my radar so I had to go and watch back to see who the heck this joker is. And it seems he’s one of those flip-dee-doo types who likes to jump around and fly through the air like a damned bat. He fancies himself some kind of acrobat.
I hate acrobats.
The nice thing about acrobats is what typically once you catch them, you can just squash them like a bug. Windshield splatter and all.
This match is going to be bittersweet as it will be my last match, but on the other hand I have a hand in developing someone who could be the greatest professional wrestler of our generation. She’s on the uphill climb right now and our paths are going to cross in the middle. She really broke out of her slump last week with her win over McKegger and her dismantling of Bratton. It was a thing of beauty for sure.
So this week, Indy to squash Luchasaur and then back to Denver so Myrrh can break the crown of that California Princess and send her back to the slums where she belongs.
“Hey Myrrh! You about ready to go? Flight to Indy is leaving soon.”
Knocking on the door, I wait for my protege to get her stuff cause the Uber is waiting for us. She rented this place in Portland where she trains at the Rose City Academy, but I keep telling her she should look into someplace more permanent. No sense in giving all your money to a guy who’s just gonna pay off his mortgage when you can give it to a bank and pay off a mortgage for your own place.
I paid off my place a long long time ago for when I retired and now look at me. I’ll be a few years longer I suppose until I get to enjoy it to its fullest. Finally the door opens and out comes Myrrh, dragging a suitcase which I take from her and we load it up into the Uber who has been patiently waiting.
“Who’s this guy you’re wrestling? Some flying dinosaur?” Myrrh asks as we head towards the airport.
I have to chuckle, “Luchasaur or something like that. Honestly, I don’t know all that much about him. Just what I read on the internet. I’ve mostly just been dealing with a few individuals but since this is my last match, figured I better go in there and remind them that I ain’t all washed up yet.”
She nods her head, looking ahead. “Not by a long shot, I think. You may have retired prematurely, but I’m not going to lie. I’m glad you’re here to help me out. Let me know if you want me to come down to the ring with you or something. I don’t mind. You do it for me all the time.”
“Well, it’s my job, so that’s what I do. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, I suppose.”
There’s an awkward silence. I want to ask her how she’s feeling about Bratton. I’ve been there. I’m not gonna lie. I put out a couple of folks from the business, just because I could. But I’ve always played the villain. She’s just getting the feel for it. I’m not getting any weird vibes from her, so maybe she’s just fine with it. Maybe it’s far more natural for her than I gave her credit for.
She is a Myrrh. Perhaps it is definitely in the bloodline.
As I’m pondering this all, the Uber pulls up to the curb at the airport and the moment has passed. As we disembark I remember why I hate flying. My fatass was not built for a plane, but unfortunately, we have too many places to go this week and flying is how it’s gonna have to be done.
JANSEN
There’s a pounding on the door and I’m not even ready to go. I’m trying to cram three suitcases full of stuff into one suitcase and it’s fighting me every step of the way. I finally sit on it and jump up and down until I’m finally able to get the zipper all the way around and pulls it off the bed with a thunk to the floor, and drag it to the door.
I open the door and Paul is there waiting reminding me that we gotta get to the airport. He had already called for an Uber so here we go.
As we drive I ask him about his final opponent for IWS. Some dinosaur from Mexico, I guess. Luchasaur. Ha! What a lousy gimmick name. But I can tell Paul is a little sentimental about this particular match so I keep the comments to myself. He gets real quiet, so I let him be. I start thinking about my own upcoming match with the so-called California Princess, Ariana Bentley. She’s an odd girl for sure. It’s hard to get a read on her. I watched her match with Hamilton and she got her ass handed to her, but then last week she shames Chris Mosh in a matter of seconds. It’s like one week, her minds not in it and the next week she’s all aboard.
All I know is that I have to make a perfect showing this week after what happened last week or it will be all for naught. I refuse to go back to the cute little jobber girl. I’m going to have to make a statement and unfortunately for Bentley, it’s going to have to be at her expense.
We arrive at the airport and get the luggage out and head inside. Check in goes rather smoothly. Well, except for everyone staring at my manager like he’s going to be the one to single-handedly cause the airplane to crash. I wanted to say something, but Paul must have noticed my annoyance and he grins at me.
“It’s why I always buy two seats.”
I guess that explains that as I nod to him in understanding. I can also see why he hates to fly.
Once we get into the air, it’s all relative anyway. And uneventful. Despite everyone else’s worry, the plane doesn’t crash solely due to Paul’s weight. In fact, we get to Indianapolis without so much as a hiccup. Deboarding was also uneventful as we get out luggage, hail a taxi and head to the hotel.
“Hey, Myrrh. We gotta follow up strong with Bentley this week. The Bratton thing will only get you over for so long before they’re gonna wanna see something new from you.” Paul is always thinking about wrestling. It’s his whole world. I get it. I really do.
“I had a couple of ideas, actually,” I respond as we are heading down the road. “Can we grab a bite and I’ll share my ideas with you? See what you think.”
Paul nods his head. “Sure. Let’s get checked in first and we’ll go right back out. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough.”
The California Princess can call me whatever names she wants to. But when our contest is over, I’m going to solidify my status as the real deal. I’m going to make sure that my name stays on everyone’s lips. When I’m done with Bentley, they’re going to have no choice but to put me on Good Times. I’m done being overlooked. I’m starting to generate a buzz and I need to keep that going.
PAUL
She’s got a good head on her shoulders, that’s for sure. We decided on a plan for Bentley and hopefully it’ll play out as expected. If not, we’ll adjust fire. As for the Luchasaur:
“Let me tell you something, you masked freak. I didn’t get where I am in this business by letting some clown dressed as a dinosaur run over me. In fact, I don’t let guys run over me whatsoever. You can bring your gimmick and you can bring your flips and doodles, but in the end, it’s going to take one SPLAT to put you out and give me the pinfall victory. Don’t think for one minute that I ain’t got what it takes to put you to the mat. You ain’t nothing but a little lizard and I’m going to squash you into reptile-paste. I’ll see you in, Indy! And then I’m gonna head over to Denver with Jansen Myrrh and watch her Myrrhder that clueless little broad, The California Princess. She’s going to hit you so hard with her Myrrhdriver that your tiara will slide down your head and cut off the rest of the oxygen to your brain!”
JANSEN
“Ariana Bentley, obviously you didn’t watch what I did to Candi Bratton last week or you wouldn’t be saying all that crap you’re saying about me. It doesn’t matter to me who gets in my way! I’m going to put them down and that appears to start with you as I am coming to Thursday Throwdown to put you in your place. You live in your land of make believe where everything is roses and unicorns. You might have gotten past Mosh last week, but I’m stopping your momentum right now. It’s going to be back to the end of the line for you while I continue to skyrocket to the top and one day an opportunity for a championship match. As I said before, if I were you, I wouldn’t even show up to the match. I would just stay at home and play Sailor Moon with your fake tiaras and scepters. You aren’t no princess, Ariana. You’re just a pretender to the throne while I plan to invade, conquer and rule Mile High Wrestling. And you know what? There isn’t anything you can do about it.”
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