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Tyke Index & Jansen Myrrh vs Azurine Vebbins & Abi Rose Sept 9, 2018 12:19:45 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2018 12:19:45 GMT -6

Prelude: Watching the Lost Child Shuffle

Time and Place: Your Magness Arena at the Last Throwdown, about one minute before that cow Samantha Hamilton gets pinned 1..2..3.

What a beautiful victory we had on Thursday and give it up for your NEW number one contender…

As I watched from the outside I could see the referees hand slap the mat for the third time, victory was no longer on ice it had been served up hard and cold.

Hold on…

That’s not me in the ring.

Shit.

But it feels too beautiful to interrupt this moment, so I’m gonna sit this one out and watch as the Lost Child has his arm raised in victory, I guess the referee was just holding back from raising mines to. I had caused the perfect distraction and the wave for everyone else to ride while Solomon could get the win, while Solomon could get OUR win.

I wondered how we would celebrate as I climbed back to the side of the apron glancing at the voluptuous shoulders of Samantha Hamilton rest on the mat for three seconds. See, here is the thing, I knew all along that Solomon was going to win this one. It was for his disaster of a dad right? He had to win a match of such magnitude to bounce back and create the illusion of homeliness, create a perfect canvas of hope for everyone from a broken home.

At one point I even wanted to adopt Solomon, as I dropped him time and time again he just kept getting back up. Every single time so as I climb the apron and think about perhaps just this once interrupting the count I think long and hard before doing the right thing and letting this moment happen, letting it all sink in, sink in like the shots of tequila Solomon had last weekend disgracing himself.

You’re forgiven though Solomon, forgiven for now. I’ll be sure to watch your dance with Skrabz on re run, just make sure you send the tape because I’m sure we’ll be dancing real soon. In the mean time, make sure you send me an RSVP to the after party. I know a guy who can sort us out.

Wink wink.

Chapter One and a half

The After Party

Time and Place: Backstage at the Magness Arena, Around 11pm. There are four of us here, maybe five, six at a push.

Solomon Cain hadn’t shown up, I guess he must have got lost. Imagine that? Maybe he was just being fashionably late; I wasn’t so sure and as I checked my phone I realized that I had been waiting for him the last hour. I had been waiting forever and soon our reservation would come to an end. I felt unloved, unwanted and unneeded. Felt like that ungrateful prick had stood me up; there wasn’t even cake here, not a single gram of flour to be poured.

As the wait became unbearable suddenly I heard a knock at the door, it was an official, someone straight from the gorilla position. They must be pretty important right Wrong. All this idiot had was bad news. Turns out Solomon Cain was busted open by that little virgin Joseph Hunter. Damn. How could I have put all my faith in a guy left for dead by a bare chested wannabe? I needed some more powder to take this all in, if only I could…

I looked up and standing before me was Miss Myrrhder, I really wanted to ask her if she was named after that naughty track released twelve years ago by some debauchery filled gothic punks but that would have been silly, surely, she looked at least 30? I bit my lip and curled into myself. Not before spurting out:

“Seen any super heroes lately? Anyone you know who could magic some dust in front of me right now?”

As I blinked I would come to realize that standing before me was not quite Miss Myrrhder but simply a fierce looking female, rather than answer she pointed to the door.

God damn, I was sick of being ejected from parties all the time. I hadn’t had a good time coincidentally enough since Good Time. I would grimace and I would moan but ultimately I wasn’t up for being left for dead twice in the one night. I would go into cognitive imagination mode and pretend this bodacious looking lady was leading me into a bar for a night on the town.

As I gasped hard pretending to be an important extra cast member in Coyote Ugly she whispered in my ear…

“If you come to your senses tonight, make sure you subscribe to Abi Rose youtube channel. After all it is National Social Media Day. Get networking, you’ll probably need it for when you get locked up later”

I laughed but not as hard as I probably should have, before I knew it I was sitting outside a cold arena again. At least this time I was in home straights, I knew the Magness Arena like the back of my hand, its surrounding areas in Denver, Colorado weren’t so clear but I did know something…

Nixon’s Coffee House was one block away, the finest caffeineirific beverages in the whole of Colorado. As I pulled a seat out at the service area and planked my gracious butt upon it, I squared my eyes at the menu boards resting comfortably above the roaster machines.

For whatever reason I really wanted an Americano, maybe a black one but something told me things were about to get satirically dark enough around here without having to affiliate my beverages with it. So instead I choose an espresso shot with some caramel flavouring, need a lil sweetener every now n’ again in my life. Love a Bullet of flavouring in my drinks. Know what I’m saying? Wink Wink. Kiss Kiss. x x

As my jar of ecstacy aroma arrived as did the most fabulous of hindsight I would receive all week. Suddenly everything made sense, from Solomon standing me up to the arrival of Social Media Day to being asked kindly to donate a like to a social media page of someone who resembled a modern day catastrophe. Soz Abi Rose.

Not soz.

That woman who tossed me out? She wasn’t my tag team partner but who she resembled was and oh my god what a tag team partner to have.

As the barista poured my espresso shot she would fill me in with everything I had to know this week from who my opponents were to who my tag team partner was. Yes this week I had a tag team partner, someone with a similar vision, someone who cared, if only for ten minutes.

Miss Mhyrrder could keep me warm for ten minutes, we would keep ourselves happy dancing in others misery, watching on a tens of millions unfollowed Abi Rose and her horrific Vlogs.

I asked the barista how she knew so much, it concerned me how much her face resembled Einstein, the way the wrinkles on her forehead suggested someone older but full of knowledge.

Maybe we had met each other in an alternative lifestyle? Then in one sentence she threw it all away…

“Could you ask Abi Rose to reply to my tweets please? I will love you forever.”

Before I could even attire how upset I was this little coffee douser hit me with another left…

“Ohhh and PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEZ could you ask dat Adorkable Angel if she could have a National Coffee Day. I will honestly love you forevz and evz. Azurine Vebbins is the best wrestler ever, look I even got a tat.”

I’m fucked and you’re probably on coffee beans but I’m so done, so I smacked that bitch unveiling her grotesque tattoo of gecks with my coffee cup in a hallucinogenic life, the one I referred to earlier but in reality? In reality I done nothing but hit that bitch with some metaphoric syllables that she would never understand, at one point I even slurred under my breath howshe could eat my shit before we ever have a national Barista day. Enjoy minimum wage bitch.

As I left that stupid coffee place full of beans, I realized one thing and one thing alone.

This week I’m in a tag team match, awesome.

Can you add me on facebook Jansen? I’ve got the app on my phone.

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Tyke Index & Jansen Myrrh vs Azurine Vebbins & Abi Rose Sept 11, 2018 20:21:39 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 20:21:39 GMT -6

September 8th, 2018
Denver, CO

Now that Emily Falls had been dealt with and everything that had been on my mind was laid out on Mile High Wrestling TV, I’m feeling much better about the trajectory of my career. Especially so when that phone call came earlier telling me that my request of a Throwdown Championship match had been approved. It will be myself against Azurine Vebbins for the Throwdown Championship.

It was a start. My merch still wasn’t selling, my name still wasn’t on the tip of everyone’s tongue. But, this was a start.

And this week, I’m in a tag team match with the King of Coke Mountain, Tyke Index and we are going to fight Abi Rose — that glorified YouTube star and Ms. Throwdown herself, Azurine Vebbins. This will most definitely be a precursor to Sin City Spectacular. Not only will we win Thursday, I’m going to beat Azurine at the PPV and snatch that title from around her waist.

Sin City, be prepared to meet your new queen.

September 10, 2018

Paul had certainly put Jansen through the paces during training. It was Monday and they had taken a couple of days off to rest and rejuvenate. However, from the moment she woke up until now, he had really put her through the paces.

“That Throwdown Championship ain’t gonna wrap itself around your waist, Myrrh! Get your ass in gear.”

“You ain’t sweating enough. Push it harder!”

“Azurine Vebbins is going to dance circles around you at this pace. You gonna let that modern day June Cleaver with her tear away daily calendar ruin your destiny?”

“Cut the crap, Myrrh! Start over!”

He was really giving it to her when she finally just fell back on the floor and panted.

“C’mon, Myrrh. Look, I know I’m being hard on you but you have three weeks to get ready for your first championship match. If you fail, who knows when the next come comes around.”

Jansen struggles to get up into a seated position and nods, “Look, I get it. I’m doing the best I can. Trust me, I want to beat that marble-mouthed twit just as much as you want me to beat her and I am not going to walk out of Sin City Spectacular without the Throwdown Championship.”

An alert sounds on Paul’s phone and he pulls it out of his pocket and reads the message. He looks a little confused by it and so he stares at it a bit longer.

Jansen just watches him, “Well, what is it?”

Paul continues to stare at the message before he finally answers her. “I’m being invited back to Indianapolis.”

Jansen finally gets to her feet as she struggles up and walks over, “What do you mean? They know you’ve retired.”

“Yeah,” he says. “They don’t want me to wrestle. They want to induct me into their Hall of Fame.”

Jansen blinks and then looks at the phone, “That’s great! Isn’t it?”

Paul nods his head, “I mean, yeah. It’s great. I just never expected anything like this before.”

Jansen pats him on the back, “Look, you had a great career. You deserve it, a hundred percent. They wouldn’t offer it if they didn’t mean it. You definitely had a Hall of Fame worthy career. And I’ll come make sure you have support.”

She hands the phone back to Paul as he grins, “Great. Alright. Back to work.”

Jansen is about to complain when he gets another text. “What now?”

Paul is just as confused as her as he looks at the message and this time that grin goes away quick. “Shit.” He shakes his head and looks at her, “I need to go for a bit. Can you finish up here on your own? No. Bullshit. I need to get out of here for a bit.”

“Everything alright?”

Paul just shakes his head, “No. I’ll meet up with you in the morning.”

Jansen just nods as she watches Paul leave the gym. “What was that?” she asks before she finally turns back to her workout.

“So, I have to team up with Tyke Index to face the YouTube flunky, Abi Rose and the future ex-Throwdown Champion, Azurine Vebbins. First of all, what the hell? How am I supposed to have a match when no one speaks any damned English? Secondly, number 7? I’m number 7 in the rankings now?”

“I’m undefeated. I’ve put out the biggest star since the inception of Mile High Wrestling. Hell, I should be ranked higher for just having to get into the ring TWICE with Emily Falls. Are you kidding me?”

” Tyke Index was a bad ass at one time. Now he walks around here like he has no clue where he’s at most days. Don’t we have a drug policy here? For real. This guy is a walking delusion and you’re going expect me to team with this moron? Fine. I get it. But then across the ring from me is little miss foo-foo, Abi Rose. Her claim to fame is to be ranked #5,231 as a YouTube “star”? Why am I fighting a YouTube star? I promise you this, if I get into the ring with Miss Rose, I’ll put her out. I feel this is a mockery of a match and that whoever is putting these matches together are trying to keep me down. Well, it isn’t going to work. You can put me in the ring with the 5,000 YouTube stars that rank higher than Abi Rose and I’ll beat them all!”

“And that brings me to Miss National Worldwide Day herself, Azurine Vebbins.”

“You know what annoys me the most? Everyday there’s some day for something trivial. National Cinnamon Toast Crunch day, Worldwide Hug a Hippo Day, Continental Cream Cheese on a Stick Day. It’s all bullshit, Azurine! No one cares! No one! But go ahead and do you little daily tweet about National Drink Grape Soda Through A Straw day tomorrow, or Make Friends With A Slug Day the day after.”

“No.”

“One.”

“Cares.”

“When Thursday come and you finally get a taste of what it’s like to be in the ring with me, it’ll be Bad Luck Day for Azurine because whether it’s you or your new pal Abi Rose, one of you is going to be staring at the lights or tapping out. I’m going to show you exactly why I am going to be the new Throwdown Champion when Sin City Spectacular comes.”

“As they like to say in Vegas, you can’t beat the house. And you can’t beat Jansen Myrrh.”

Later That Night

Paul wanders into a pub and takes a seat at the bar.

“Gimme two shots.”

The bartender pulls out two shot glasses and sets them on the counter. “Shots of what?”

Paul reaches back for his wallet and pulls out his charge card and lays it on the counter. “Whatever you have that is the most expensive. Keep them coming.”

The bartender turns for a moment and glances at his selection and pulls out a bottle and begins to pour, “Celebrating?”

Paul stares at the two shot glasses for a long moment, “It’s been a good news, bad news kind of day.”

He picks up one of the two glasses and raises it up. “Here’s to you, Johnny. Gonna be missed, buddy.”

He takes the shot as the scene fades.

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Tyke Index & Jansen Myrrh vs Azurine Vebbins & Abi Rose Sept 13, 2018 0:55:29 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 0:55:29 GMT -6

It's 6:00 in the morning. Abi is awakened by the sound of Jamie and her on-again off-again boyfriend, Ian, fighting in the bedroom next to her. This is an often occurrence in Abi's new home. As she lies in bed, she can't help but think to herself that if she knew she wouldn't be able to escape the constant fighting in her own home, she may have never moved in the first place. Abi lets out a sigh and bangs on the wall.

"I'm trying to sleep in here!!"

'What's the point?' She thinks to herself. The couple continues arguing in the next room. Abi can hear Jamie say something about "texting that girl". 'So, Ian's cheating.' She thinks to herself. 'Well... what's new... what guy doesn't these days?' Abi gets up out of bed and walks into the restroom to get herself ready for the day.

Besides the obnoxious fighting, Abi does enjoy living in her own. And she has grown fond of Jamie, but back home in Wichita Falls, she was blessed (or cursed) with parents who supplied her every need, sheltered her from every anguish. And now, she was trapped in a web of daily argument after argument, grocery bills, rent payments. Not to mention she was a very southern girl smack dab in the middle of an not-so-very-southern city. Abi was admittedly stunned by the sudden change of lifestyle. And who could blame her?!

As Abi was a pretty low maintenance girl, it took her only a few minutes to get ready for the day. She heard the front door slam shut as she was finishing up and couldn't help thinking to herself 'Thank you!' as she grabbed her camera and walked out of her bedroom toward the kitchen. Time to prepare her morning cup of joe and start vlogging.

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"Morning, y'all!"

Abi is walking into the kitchen and it about to start her morning cup of joe as Jamie walks in behind her wearing an oversized Queen t shirt which belongs to Ian, though the viewer obviously doesn't know that.

"Morning Jamie. Do you want some coffee? I know you didn't sleep much last night."

"Sure."

Jamie's eyes are red and enflames because of the crying that she has been doing, but because of the viewers ignorance of her relationship problems it can be perceived to be from a lack of sleep.
•••

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Abi sits down, cup of coffee in hand and takes a deep inhale of its smell.

"Alright y'all, so I want to know who has been watching me wrestle on MHW these pst couple weeks? If you haven't you need to get with the program and support your girl! And if you have comment down below and let me know what you think of me! I'm really interested in knowing what y'all think. If you've been watching you know that I lost my match with Azurine Vebbins Thursday which was a huge bummer. But Azurine and I will be teaming up this week to face Tyke Index and Jansen Myrrh, so we definitely have our work cut out for us! Jansen is undefeated so far. And Tyke is an amazing wrestler, I'm not gonna lie."

Abi puts her finger to her chin as a thought occurs to her.

"Although he did lose to that beta Jospeh Hunter, so maybe he is losing his mojo."

Abi shakes off the thought and takes a sip of her coffee before continuing.

"So, I had a lot of y'all message me over the week about calling out Samantha Hamilton on TNT last week. I sure did, and I stand by everything I said. That girl is nothing but a wannabe who thinks her poo don't stink. Well, I got news for her roses really smell like poo poo oo. Well... not this Rose, but... y'all know what I mean."

Abi can't help but to laugh at herself.

"So, Jamie had a really rough night last night so I am taking her to eat lunch later. I've been looking online and found this really cool restaurant that I'm hoping she's never been to before. Hopefully she likes it y'all!"
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"Jamie hates me y'all. I apparently picked the worst restaurant in Denver."

"I'm not going in there."

Bothe tthe girls are parked in said restaurant. Abi is trying her hardest to pry Jamie's hands off the the seat buckle, but Jamie isn't budging.

"It had a waterfall Jamie, how can it be bad?"

"I'm not going in there Abi."

The girls can't help but to laugh as they wrestle with each other over the seatbelt. Finally Abi stops.

"Alright, lets make a deal. If Azurine and I win our match this week we come back here and try it out. Deal?"

Jamie looks at Abi reluctantly before finally conceding.

"Fine. Now lets go to Denver Biscuit Company."
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Abi is now in her bedroom, lounging in her full size bed which is nicely fixed with a a white comforter and abounding in pillows which lay behind her.

"Hey y'all. Jamie and I got back from lunch about an hour ago and I've just been sitting here thinking about someone. I don't even know if I should tell y'all this, but I'm really worried about somebody in MHW."

Abi shifts in her bed as she prepares to talk.

"A couple weeks ago at Good Time I saw this person and I could just tell that something was really wrong with him. I suspected he was on drugs, and after asking around backstage everybody pretty much confirmed that it is pretty well know he is a huge cokehead. Apparently he was just lying in the Smoothie King Center for days after the pay per view. I just can't help but to think of how miserable his life must be. Y'all, I'm not trying to be all depressing, but I really feel sorry for this guy. Honestly he's probably going to be dead in five years. "

Abi looks off to the side and her eyes get distant as she is deep in thought. Or perhaps pity.

"What is the point in trying to become such a great wrestler when you won't even be alive to see it come to fruition? I don't know y'all, he just really needs help."

Abis eyes become distant as she once again goes deep into thought.
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Abi is still in her bedroom, though his time she is sitting in a chair instead of her bed. Her lights are off and he open window behind her reveals to the viewer that it is nightime. Abi's face is lit up by the computer screen in front of her.

"Y'all, its getting late but I know Jansen Has been whining about her pathetic merch sales and MHW ranking so I thought I'd get on here and purchase one of her tshirt. Happy now Jansen? Now you have three sales. And while we're on the topic of merch, y'all go visit the shopzone and check out my new merch! Aright y'all, I gotta get to bed!"

Abi blows a kiss and covers the camera with her palm.
•••

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Tyke Index & Jansen Myrrh vs Azurine Vebbins & Abi Rose Sept 13, 2018 0:57:37 GMT -6

Post by azurinevebbins on Sept 13, 2018 0:57:37 GMT -6

National Day of Encouragement, Chocolate Milkshakes, and Video Games

[The following promotional material was recorded on Wednesday, September 12th, 2018. She twirls around the living room of her new Los Angeles home. In truth, the domicile was purchased by her new girlfriend and manager Amedea Rao. Vebbins paces back and forth in a frenetic fashion while sipping on her third chocolate protein milkshake of the day. To state she’s a tad jittery would be a gross understatement. Azurine’s also sporting the same pink Velvet Kitten Second Date Chemise Lingerie Set she wore last night. Rao, conversely, is dressed like she’s ready to head out the door. Breathing in a sternum deep sigh, “The Adorkable Angel” slings the Mile High Wrestling Throwdown Championship around her waist. Rao can be viewed practicing “Rocket League” since the couple will be competing in a friendly after this production has been submitted for broadcast approval. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” or perhaps in this case, state of undress, feels her eyelashes flutter when viewing her dazzling dame dribble the ball downfield. Vebbins smiles subconsciously prior to remembering she’s being filmed.]

Azurine Vebbins: Hiya, how ya doin’, folk! Happy September 12 or as it’s better known in certain circles as da National Days of Encouragement, Chocolate Milkshakes, and Video Games. Mentionin’ dese celebrations rad-er passive aggressively today since my opponents eschew enjoyment. Dat goes double for Jansen Myrrh who I solemnly believe should go wid a “Dentist’s Dream” gimmick. Why? ’Cause she made a big deal ’bout takin’ Candi away from everybody. Yours truly, conversely, tends to be da sweetest din’ like a clock chock full of cherries. Sure...dis dame may take a lickin’, but I’ll keep on tickin’, y’know? Almost gettin’ into dat Rodney Dangerfield cadence. It’s what you expect when deyr’s so much neglect and not enough respect. Plus, Myrrh’s makin’ no frankincense believin’ she’ll take da gold off my supple stomach. Still, dough, I encourage her to continue callin’ out da brightest bulb illuminatin’ Magness Arena. Helps contrast wid da darkness Jansen dove into and now dwells down deep since meetin’ Paul Banter. It’s cyclical much in da same vein as da widely-professed “Kin’ of Coke Mountain” Tyke Index.

Respect da dude even if he’s still a prior pryer. Which reminds me when and if Tyke begins to pry, don’t needle him...you have no idea where dose arms have been. Tweeted a couple days ago Index was comparable to a TV dinner. My exact phrasin’ was dat he’s “cheap, questionably nutritious, and at times you're unsure if it's done so you stick a fork in.” Not ashamed to admit I feel simpatico ‘round him at times. It’s like when you’re da only two people on da dance floor. Some onlookers might suggest da two of you move akin to stickin’ forks in da electrical socket. Was initially imaginin’ you and I, Tyke, but dat could also be applicable to yourself and Jansen. She may trust you le bell to LeBell, but unless she’s “Judo” Gene...I doubt Miss Myrrhder will trust you as far as she can drow you.

Conversely, I cannot in good conscience drow my assigned dance partner Abi Rose. She’s like a Chocolate Milkshake given she provides a sense of comfort, familiarity, and smood-ness. Yet, as of dis recordin’ I am less dan 24 hours away from what can best be described as a “Contorted Couples Dance.” Od-er competitors might call dis sanctioned contest a Strange Bedfellows or Mixed Tag, but dat just doesn’t fit in my personal carry-on bag. My description is more apt since deyr will be limbs flailin’ in all directions. It’s also goin’ to be a battle on which pair will mesh better to-ged-er. Da edge deyr has to lean towards Rose and I. After all, not only do we have da social media connection, but we view da world on similar wave-leng-ds. May disagree on wheder YouTube counts as social media, but dat’s a minor nitpick. Granted it’s da most popular video sharin’ service and is often referenced alongside od-er social media platforms like Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, et cetera.

What links Tyke and Jansen but a mutual malaise of, to quote a Duran Duran sin’le, “What Happens Tomorrow?” Definitely one for da playlist when on a spin bike. All da same I’m predictin’ dey will get tangled up on da dancefloor. Neider one will allow deyr ego to suffer da crushin’ blow. Den again I was a part of one match where Index lost. He’s only been defeated twice based on research from credible sources. Myrrh, on da od-er hand, has yet to be defeated. Deyr’s a first time for every-din’...if not tomorrow, den it will be at da Sin City Spectacular. Everyone needs a dose of humility to make sure deyr ego’s in check. Oder-wise you break down and can’t perform at da same level you’re used to playin’ at. Bet Banter knows dat all too well...Donkey Kong doppelganger. Which reminds me...Ame...it’s time for dat friendly we discussed. Again until I eider see you at Magness Arena or you’re viewin’ Dursday Night DrowDown, Happy National Video Games Day, folk!

[The scene ends with “The Adorkable Angel” cuddling up to her girlfriend and picking up a PlayStation Dual Shock 4 Controller. The couple play a frenetic game of Rocket League where Rao manages to score an Aerial Goal after hitting the ball from the ceiling. Prior to footage cutting out, the Camerasphere VRD catches Azurine removing her left stocking which was connected to a garter belt.]

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