Dirt: My niggaz, y'all can't lose this Wednesday...
Roach: Well yeah. We can't never lose, my nigga...
Dirt: Naw naw, man. I means y'all niggaz can't lose this Wednesday...
Roach: D, I just said we know this...
Dirt: Y'all ain't peeping game, my nigga. Y'all can't lose, because y'all is facing two women. And one of them is somebody's grandma, my nigga. The streetz ain't gon fuck with us if y'all lose to two womens.
Roach: Nigga, you telling me we facing women?
Dirt: Word, g.
Roach: Damn, my nigga.....that's fucked up.
Dirt: Right. So y'all gotta win, g. I do got some good news, though.
Roach: What it is, my nigga?
Dirt: These women don't like each other. And the grandma, she be straight tripping, yo. She might walk out on the other girl.
Roach: D, you telling me we might get to double team a girl?
Dirt: Fool, don't say it like that. Get it together, g. We gotta take these ladies serious. Y'all can not lose, this Wednesday.
Roach: Aight, my nigga. Bet.
Dirt: B, you been real quiet. What's on your mind?
B-Lo: Man, I don't really care if it's male or female that we getting in that ring against. If you signed to this Mile High shit, you gon get knocked the fuck out. I'm bout that winning shit. I want that recognition, my nigga. If I gotta fuck up somebody grandma to move up the ladder, my nigga Ima fuck somebody grandma up.
Dirt: Word up, my nigga. That's what I'm talking bout.
Roach: Man, I can't just can't disrespect somebody grandma like that....
The camera immediately zooms in and focuses on Anya. She's inside one of the local gyms. She's switching between throwing punches and kicks at a punching bag. After completing a few more sets of ten swift attacks, she pulls a hair tie off of her right wrist. While turning to look at the camera, Anya grins and begins putting her dark hair up in a tight ponytail.
"Hello gentlemen! Goodness. So much ... slang in your promo. I'll let it slide because, from what I've learned, it's ... proper among African-Americans to use that word. Otherwise, not gonna lie - it made me cringe a bit. It felt ... harsh? But I'll also admit that may be my still slightly naive side talking. Anyway, allow me to give you all a few free warnings. The first one being implying Candi's age. She got mad at me for simply using the word ma'am. But you guys?"
Anya sighs, visibly cringing while chuckling softly.
"I umm .... well, I almost pity you guys who're going to meet us in the ring. See, you're not the only ones who are aiming to have a successful debut at Mile High Wrestling. It's true that yes, me and Candi had a very rough start. But we met a few days ago and came up with a strategy. Probably not a perfect plan, no. But the fact we could meet and speak in a civilized manner speaks volumes. That being said, don't expect to use our own selves against one another. We agreed we both have a common goal, as well as concurring we can put our differences aside in order to focus on achieving victory."
Anya's head tilts curiously as she leans down near a chair. On top of it is a dufflebag. A quick, horizontal pull on the zipper reveals inside is her phone. The Desert Rose pulls it out and, after a few swipes, holds her phone in front of herself.
"I'm assuming at least one of you knows what a yin-yang is, yes?"
She pauses for a few moments, finally turning her phone and showing an image with traits linked to each side.
"I'd like to think of myself and Candi as that; two very opposite people. And yet despite our differences, we have some similarities. She has ... a different way of showing it. But when we met her, I could sense a lot of resolve and determination within Candi. The fact you're sounding as if women can't walk into a wrestling ring is already a mistake on all of your behalves. Dirt - I believe was the one - who suggested taking us seriously. B-Lo and Roach -- you should heed those words. I willingly gave up my more 'typical' life in order to enter a risky job. I, personally, am here to show that no matter how one may look, they can achieve anything they set their body, heart, mind, and eve soul to. I absolutely refuse to lose to a few men who are risking sounding ... close to holding misogynistic views. In fact, I hope I'm wrong about that side of you. Because ... quite frankly? It's lame. We're in the year 2018. Twenty-eighteen. Really, grow up a bit if you don't mind."
Anya puts her phone away, soon pulling out a bottle of water. She unscrews the cap and downs some of the contents before resuming her talk.
"I hope that come Wednesday, B-Lo and Roach will approach myself and Candi with a more ... thoughtful attitude. Neither myself nor Candi are going to just hand over the match. If you enter the ring with such a foolish mindset, you will seal your fate. That I can guarantee ... without a shadow of a doubt.
"Also ... really? You're just heading to Denver? That's a tad astonishing to hear. Both me and Candi have been here for several days."
A teasing grin spreads over Anya's face.
"Might want to hurry up. Tempus fugit - time flies. It'd be embarrassing for you guys not to be in Denver, let alone the ring, on time. Wouldn't you agree?"
The Desert Rose stops once more, contemplating if everything's been mentioned or not. When no other thoughts come to her mind, the water bottle is set down as she faces the punching bag once again.
B-Lo and Roach ... I'll see you both soon. Hopefully on a much more positive note. Just remember - you can't hit what you can't see. I don't intend to make landing attacks on me easy - especially when I'll be the only one among the four of us to know how to fly. Until Wednesday, take care."
Anya waves one last time to the camera. The lens captures her resuming the workout for a few seconds before the scene gives away to darkness.
Candi Bratton arrived to the bar and grill, she promptly sat at the bar and ordered a beer, a burger and some fries. She had nearly finished everything off when her tag team partner arrived.
It was just a few minutes shy of 15;30 - 15:27 if anyone wanted to be super specific. After some agreed upon and private back and forth exchanges, Anya and Candi - from what she learned - decided a strategy talk would be more than acceptable.
With 15:30 having been the designated time, Anya sighed, relieved she managed to arrive early instead of late.
Why here though? she internally asked, feeling just a bit uncomfortable at the designated location now surrounding her; a club. More specifically, its name bothered her a bit. It was literally called the X BAR.
"You're just here for business," she reassured herself softly. Hazel eyes scanned the recently opened bar. The moment she found Candi, she walked forward and took a seat nearby her assigned tag partner. "Afternoon. I ... hope you haven't been waiting too long?"
Candi Bratton, on the other hand, had been here since say... 1pm. She'd already had lunch, burger and fries, of course. She's already had at least three beers – who keeps track of beers anyway? But she tilts her head as she sees Anya walk in and she offers a wry smirk and shrugs, "I've been here a while, but not waiting on you."
She thinks this tag team match is bullshit. Stupid management putting them together as some sort of formal punishment for exchanging words on the goddamned Twitter-machine. Anyone who has paid any sort of attention to professional wrestling would know that Candi Bratton speaks her mind, whether it's wanted or not.
"So, looks like you're stuck with me at least for the time being," Candi comments, before taking the final drink of beer and pushing her glass away from herself and turning on the stool to face the woman who'll be her tag team partner. "So, look," and yeah, here it comes, "You don't like this and I don't like this but we gotta do it so we may as well make the best of it. We we gotta beat up Run DMC in the meanwhile, may as well make it worth our while."
Anya's own head tilted. At first, her reply about being here a while but not waiting on her didn't make sense. However, as the easily recognizable scent of alcohol was detected from her partner, it quickly made sense as to what Candi meant. Well … this was a bar. She was here to talk, not judge. Given Candi was being far more civil than she'd expected – especially while intoxicated, or buzzed at the very least, Anya was just going to take whatever blessings she got rather than waste them.
"Fair enough. Well, I'm glad I'm not late for our meeting."
Anya pauses, allowing Candi to speak her mind … before tilting her hand in the air. "I wouldn't say I dislike this match, to be perfectly honest. I'm definitely surprised, though. I was fully expecting to be put up against you. But either way … agreed. I also want to make the best of this."
Even though it would be easy enough to assume Candi's forte, she wanted to be damn sure. Besides, appearances didn't mean everything; including being able to discern what a person was great with or not.
"So … what kind of fighter are you? I'm primarily aerial, though I can be a bit of a technical wrestler if needed. Let's start there to make sure we can formulate the best plan possible."
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm fat." She definitely owns that about herself and has no problem with it whatsoever. "So, I tend to throw my weight around. I also use whatever dirty trick I can muster to win a match because I ain't no gymnast, and no muscle-bound freak, or a great technical motherfucker. I just use what I got and if that means I gotta cheat to win, I cheat to win. Hope that's not a problem for you." She glances at the other woman, just to see if there's going to be a problem with that. "I don't claim to be more than I am. I win some, I lose some, but someone's gonna know they've been in a fight when it's all said and done."
Oddly, the reply is faster than anyone may have expected. As if Anya had written a script for this gathering and memorized it perfectly. Her head shakes no. "As long as I'm not executing said cheating move, no issues. You do what you need to, and I'll do what I need to. I know we had a rocky start, but I do think despite that, this match can work out well enough. I'll respect your boundaries and preferences. I just want that much returned. Fair enough, yes?"
After allowing Candi enough time to mull over her response, Anya opted to move onto the next part.
"I honestly felt like you may be better for the beginning legal person, but either could likely work. Whenever switches are made is when we can capitalize the most … hopefully. I, for example, could set them in our corner, get you in, and you go to town on whichever opponent is the legal person. You, on the other hand … well, putting them in the middle of the ring would be preferable, but I'll admit not necessarily the easiest. Just anywhere in reach should work, really. Most of my moves can be done standing as well as from a vantage point. I should be able to adapt well enough."
Brief – but compared to how simply talking had felt a few days ago? This actually was considerable progress for Anya.
"Anything else you wish to add? Since you have done this much longer than myself? I may very well have missed something."
"Well, I don’t mind starting out. I mean, if we want to win and all," perhaps a little stinger thrown in there from the brash one, "But, I'm fine with whatever. Doesn't mean we're gonna be best of pals when this bullshit is over, and I hope for crying out loud this isn't gonna be a regular thing cause I might have to have a few words with management," and yeah, but 'a few words' she just might be referring to the fact she might have to smack someone around. "But it's the first show and I figure I can be a team player for ten minutes or so. Fuck. As long as we get the win over these chumps, I'll be just fine." She picks up a lone fry still on her plate, "Just listen to me, and we'll get along just fucking dandy," she says before popping that fry into her mouth. She turns a wary eye towards Anya, "You ain't expecting me to go to no gym, are you? I ain't seen the inside of a gym since 1985 when I was forced to go in high school." Revelation for all, she's sure but she ain't the 'gym-going' type. Lovely. As if poor Anya didn't have enough pressure on her. She was intending to make this first professional appearance count, after all. Still, any indications that would otherwise give away she's nervous are hidden.
"I doubt this'll be ongoing. We didn't even register as a tag team. And there are plenty of other members who could be paired up together aside from us. I think you were on the right track when you hinted the owner did this for … well, his amusement."
Anya started to elaborate that, admittedly, part of this sport was exactly that – to entertain people. But no. Not at the risk of sounding like a smart-ass. She'd been doing great at staying on Candi's decent side and wanted to keep it that way, thanks.
"No. If you don't want to go to a gym, that's also your choice. I just suggested it earlier. But if you don't like gyms, fair enough. I have my own locations I'm not overly fond of."
Granted, it baffled the hell out of Anya; what kind of wrestler refused to step inside a gym? Well … each to their own, she decided.
"But no, I'm definitely not going to force you to go somewhere you want to avoid. That won't be an issue."
Now noting Candi wasn't even finished with her plate, this seemed like the best note to end on.
"I think, for the immediate time being, we have enough to help us out for next week. Thanks for agreeing to see me."
"Hey barkeep, another beer and bring me some wings, alright?" She yells as she pushes her now empty plate away. "Well, good cause I ain't been forced to do something in about thirty years." She nods her head and shrugs, "I guess we're done here unless you want something to eat. If not, I guess I'll see you at the show." She can't stop the belch that escape, though she tries to at least minimize the noise by covering her mouth, which may be surprising. She's not a complete beast. Just mostly.
The remainder of the conversation was forced, and eventually Anya left, leaving Candi to her meal. As she paid for her meal, an alert went off on her phone and she narrows her eyes as she pulls it out of her pocket. She swipes the screen and read, “Are you fucking kidding me? Grandma? I don’t even let my grandkids call me grandma. I’m gonna kill Run DMC.” She storms out.
A few minutes later, she’s going live and she looks down at her phone, “Listen here, Streetz? Is that what you’ve decided to call yourself? Well, let me fucking tell you one goddamned thing. First of all, it’ll take me about 38 goddamned seconds to convince of that I’m not just some fragile old lady. I’m a goddamned former World Champion and I have been doing this for nearly two decades and I’ve beaten up better women than you. Stronger women. Faster women. More manly women than you. You’re a couple of wanna be punk who think that they can say what they want and do what they want. But, let me ask you one motherfucking thing.”
She leans in close and grins, “What are you going to tell your ‘homies’ when they see you get your ass handed to you by this goddamned grandmother on television?”
You know, if I ever thought that one of my girls would make something worthwhile of themselves, it was going to be Lara. Certainly, the other three freeloaders that I call my kids certainly aren't going to be worth a pile of shit. Not saying I don't love them or thier kids, but fuck how do you not fucking learn from the mistakes of your older siblings as they ruin their goddamned lives.
As I watch Lara's impressive performance on this Violent Behavior broadcast, I can't even recall being in more than maybe a couple of matches in a single night. I recall her as a fucking scrawny kid, telling me she wanted to try to wrestle like me and I was sure as shit certain she would get her ass beat and then go do something more intellectual, but fuck if she hasn't turned 180 degrees on this thing. She used to get her ass handed to her on a weekly basis. Then something clicked, but not completely. Not in the 'championship material' way, anyhow. But damn, if I'm not feeling awfully proud of her right now.
Winning three of four matches, that's pretty good if you ask me.
It's not something I often feel when it comes to my own kids but I'm feeling pretty fucking proud, right about now.
The following day, Candi Bratton is "training" for her upcoming tag team match with Streetz. And by training, that basically means she's down at the bar and having a couple of beers and complaining about shit. She's feeling very patriotic today as she sports her MAGA hat and her lovely pro-2nd amendment T-shirt. She is more than happy to take on the debate, but for today, she's still feeling the feels from watching her daughter compete last night.
"You should have seen her, Greg. She was fucking phenomenal. Four goddamned matches in one night. Won three of them. Won a championship. Almost two."
Greg is cleaning a glass before setting it under the bar, "How's she feeling today though?"
"She's fucking sore as shit. Doc says she has a cracked rib, sprained knee. Big ol' smile, I could tell. She did good."
"Glad to hear it Candi," Greg responds as he takes her near empty glass and pour more beer into it. "Don't you gotta match coming up?"
Candi takes a drink and then wipes the foam from her lip with her sleeve, "I gotta match. A goddamned tag team match."
Greg laughs, "Oh fuck. How'd that happen. You don't have any friends and you don't get along with anyone."
Candi smirks and flips Greg the bird, "Fuck if I know. Pencildick promotor gotta hardon for pissing people off, I guess. This fucking goody goody Anya Banana chick he's strapped me with as a partner is a real piece of work. Seems to be the whole treehugger type. She actually goes to the fucking gym."
"So what's your plan?" he asks as he continues to wipe down the counter and generally clean up his area.
Candi shrugs, "What am I supposed to do? I wanna get paid, so I gotta go out and beat up Three Live Crew or whatever they're fucking name is. Beat them up, send them on their way. They'll probably trip on their sagging pants getting into the goddamned ring. Fucking waste of space, if you ask me."
Greg just chuckles, "Shit, Candi. You've certainly got some opinions."
"Damn right I do, fucker. I suppose if someone doesn't like them, they can kiss my ass or shut me up. It's been a long time since I've been a champion and after watching Lara win hers the other night, I'm getting that itch again. Plus, it may be time to replace Old Hal."
Greg stops cleaning and stares at her, "Are you serious?"
"What?" Candi looks at him, "Poor guys having a hard time moving around these days and I can only patch him up so often before I gotta get him replaced. Trust me, I'm kind of attached to him, but it may just be that time to put him in the ground once and for all. I've done all I can for him."
Greg whistles, shaking his head, "I never thought I'd hear those words coming out of your mouth, Candi. That old truck has been with you forever."
Candi holds up a fist, "Shut the fuck up. You're gonna get me all sentimental and shit. Don't make me punch you in the nads." She finishes her beer and pushes it towards him. "I suppose I should take care of some vermin I saw on my way over here."
"What are you talking about?"
Candi smirks, "Some some tree-hugger gun-stealers protesting down at the gun store. Figure I'll go fire off a few shots and see if I can get them to scramble. Do they even know what state this is? Gun control here is just to make sure it doesn't fall on your head while it's strapped behind you in your truck."
Greg laughs, "Well, don't get arrested. You gotta match coming up."
"I know the Sheriff. He'll let me off with a handy."
"Shit Candi, do you have any shame whatsoever."
"What's the point of that?"
Last Edit: May 15, 2018 11:48:14 GMT -6 by Deleted
15th May, 2018 10:54 AM Denver, Colorado Exact Location: Sloan Lake
" ... Anya Banana? Tree-hugger?"
The lens pans in on Anya standing in front of the Sloan Lake. Her arms are crossed over her chest. She stays standing, keeping her back turned to the camera. After a few more moments of silence, however, she rapidly pivots on her feet, shooting a furious glare.
"Let's get one thing straight, Candi; even if I were either of those, who cares?! Grow up, for crying out loud! I have been nothing but cooperative with you! I am usually a very patient and tolerable young adult. But you really are starting to push it. For now, I can hold my tongue. But the next time you try to make fun of me or anything I do believe in ... I'll gladly return that gesture back. Particularly with your Second Amendment rights. Yeah, you heard right. I would - and will - go there if absolutely necessary. Now ... shove it. I'm not asking you to love our match, but I am demanding you work with me long enough to keep our deal. Alternatively, if you really wanna try to turn against me?"
Anya shakes her head, scoffing at the thought.
"Try me. I'll win the entire match on my own if I must. It'll only make your humiliation that much worse. Can't hit what you can't see, after all. Now then .... Streetz."
The Desert Rose sighs, her head continuing to gently shake.
"You disappoint me far more than even my assigned partner has thus far. That's really saying something for me. Have you given up? Or do you just truly think we're not worth your time? Either way, I hope you won't care. Because it's becoming clear that you're going to lose. So if you have any lingering shame ... best get rid of it. You're about to have no one but yourself to blame for this loss. It's ironic, really. You have - had, now - so many advantages. From knowing each other much longer than myself and Candi to more experience fighting; more so than me, anyway. But now? Within twenty-four hours, none of that will matter."
Anya sighs a second time, shrugging lightly.
"Such a waste. It feels that way to me, anyway. Well ... at any rate, I've been in Denver and am very much prepared to meet you two. I have indeed been training - which, for the record, does not make me a tree-hugger. It makes me a proactive young woman, thank you very much. Get your facts - and insults - straight from here on out. Regardless, I feel great. Make no mistake - Candi isn't the only one eager for this match to end. I am too - but not for the reasons any of you may assume. I simply am ready to prove myself; that I can fight without a partner just as well as I can in a tag match. Next card will likely, hopefully, give me such an opportunity. Until then?"
As a slight gust trails over Anya, she shivers slightly, holding herself. After rubbing her arms and shoulders several times, the Desert Rose resumes with her train of thought.
"You two are about to suffer a defeat. All by two females you attempted to make fun of. I do believe in specific things. Karma's one of them, and she truly is as much of a bitch as the proverb goes. Soon enough, everyone on Streetz will see that firsthand. I hope you're prepared, both mentally and physically. Like it or not, me and Candi are both going to meet with you in the ring. And we will prevail. Where there's a will, there's a way; another wise old saying I'll help bring to life in the Magness Arena. I'll see you guys soon."
The Desert Rose takes one last deep breath before lightly bowing her head and walking away. The camera follows her for only a few seconds before shutting off.
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!
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