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Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2019 8:43:50 GMT -6
 Mile High Wrestling Hardcore Championship
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton vs "The Cold Hearted" Chris Mosh vs Gabriel Ohio vs Kaito Jackson vs "Psycho" Saoirse MaguireRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Sunday, August 4, 2019 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by cmosh on Jul 26, 2019 16:08:51 GMT -6
*We see pictures of Chris Mosh superkicking different people then a picture gets put up as Chris turns around*
Mosh: ha what a great picture of me kicking Emily in the face again
*Chris smirks, as he looks at all the pictures*
Mosh: Ok now lets talk about Rise Again, what a great show, I mean the commentary team was alright, but Wavy wants a rematch and it seems he didn’t learn his lesion the first time and I’m up for it, but Wavy just remember what happen last time and that this time, I’m Cold Hearted, so it will be even worst this time, now over to my opponent Ms. Emily Falls, oh poor baby, I told you what I was going to do, but you must have been to busy thinking of Mr. Mack. I’m surprised Stanton didn’t fire him for all the stuff going on, and make Katrina the boss of Mile High because none of this crazy stuff would happen under her control, plus if she was in control, I know I would not be in this crazy four-way match that I’m in at episode 20.
*Chris shakes his*
Mosh: Now everyone in this match won at Rise Again, Sam had a tough fight but we all knew she is a great when she steps in the ring and they put me back in the ring with her, now yes she has beat me but she has never beat “The Cold Hearted” me, plus since the second run of Mile High, I have not been pinned or submitted, so even if I don’t win and Sam does it won’t be me that loses for this match.
*Chris smirks*
Mosh: Oh what you people really think I was going to say it was going to different, well it will be because Sam isn’t going to pin me, and if I don’t win, wish with the way I’m going will happen, then at least someone who I respect a little bit anyway.
Now Gabriel Ohio, what a great win, I mean you have a great advantage in this match since you just one a four-way well a three-way because Ripley doesn’t count, I mean we all knew he was going to lose, now that you have won, you know the feeling but that is the end of it, you never been in the ring with me and I have done a lot of stuff in Mile High, hell I’m a Mile High Original, where you are gut a newbie, and with the people I see in this match you don’t even belong in the ring with us, so you should be thankful to Mr. Mack for you being in the ring with two great wrestlers and one half of a great tag team.
*Chris actually smiles*
Mosh: Yes Kaito Jackson, you are part of a great tag team and that is all you will be know for, I mean you probable did great by yourself, but the one thing I agree with on Mr. Mack about is that it doesn’t matter what you did in other places because Mile High is the top class, so you can be great but all you have done here is really tag team work, so the only way you can you win is tag with someone in that match and then take the win after you partner does all the work… OH NO Chris just didn’t say that, well I did because we all know that is how tag teams work, one person does all the work and the other person gets the credit, I mean just look back at when me and Ripley were a team, I did all the work and he took all the glory and I proved it.
So Mr. Mack really stacked the people in this match, Oh wait I really forgot one thing, it is for the Hardcore Title. I’m cold hearted enough to use what I want in this match and walk out the first ever Mile High Wrestling Hardcore Champion
*Chris smirks as he is thinking of that*
Mosh: The has a good ring to it The Hardcore Champion “The Cold Hearted” Chris Mosh
Mosh Out
*Camera goes black*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2019 10:51:39 GMT -6
LOST IN THE RING --- The Silent Lucha, Kaito Jackson: You’ve been placed in a ring with four other wrestlers that feel justified in claiming a Hardcore Championship. This isn’t really about wrestling as you know it. This is organized chaos. Tell me, what do you think of this ring? This cold, silent ring? As I sit here in this chair I can actually hear the pain of so many that have fought in this ring. They’ve bled, they’ve given everything they have to please their bosses. They want to survive to make it to the next level.
I used to be like you – Hungry, desperate, wild-eyed. I consider this the ultimate disrespect because you’re literally destroying human beings to prove the ultimate endurance. You’re trying to prove that you’re the last person standing yet it comes at the cost of bodies all over a ring broken and beaten. You do this to survive the next level, to survive just a little while longer. The people that look over you don’t care. They’re only in it for the money and glory. You make them look good – you’re rewarded. Make them look bad, you’re forgotten about.
And then there is ME. The SILENT LUCHA. Why be silent? Because there’s little that needs to be said when you enter a ring in this climate. There’s nothing I really need to say, but more that I need to do. My words are spoken through the impact of my punches, my kicks, my moves, my everything. Afterwards, people like Chris Mosh don’t want to hear from me, but they will remember when they faced me. I, along with The Viper have decided that we’ll do whatever role that comes our way here in Mile High. This week it’s just me.
(Lights Out by Royal Blood plays in the background as the lights cut off in sequence until it’s only on KJ. He looks down and then up at the camera. Dust slowly can be seen floating in the glaring lights above him.)
PANIC IN THE RING ---The Silent Lucha, Kaito Jackson: Lights can be a most dangerous thing. They can give and take permissions and never, ever speak. Are you aware that at the Lakers Stadium they intentionally turn the lights down around the arena so that people are so focused on the game they don’t cheer? This will be great when dealing with Sam Hamilton. The Titaness has spirit. I’m going to prove it when I separate it from her body. You people are going to witness a real life rapture of a soul in that ring and you’ll have me to thank for it. I’ve watched her in action, and it’s pure brute force. But she lacks a certain level of focus, concentration. I’m going to make sure I expose that weakness. I heard she got married or something like that, so maybe it’s the newlywed life. But in a ring like this, you want all your faculties to be in check. But she can…..be beaten. Getting her out of the ring early is a necessity for this match. Chris is a non-story.
Gabriel Ohio and Psycho. You’re so innocent, so not what you perceive to be. Psycho, you faced this guy a week or so ago and you were a shivering fool.
(Long Pause….)
Do you hear that? The nothingness? This is what you’re going to hear when you are rocked so hard that your ears stop working. You’ll hear every breath you take as you lay on the mat, and you’ll cry for your Shieldmaidens and they won’t be able to save you. Why would you want them to? Is that Hardcore? Does that justify you? You’ve been trying to etch your way through Mile High just like me. I will show you this is NOT your path, but I’ll be sure to drag your body over to Sam so you won’t be alone in defeat. I will look down at you, and with no words, I’ll continue to my next targets. This is what I do. This is what I know. It’s not personal, you’re just in my way. None of you are a foundation of success. I AM THE FOUNDATION. And in my silence me and The Viper have carved our way through the Tag Team division. I don’t need a Twitter account for you to know what I’m thinking. The sight of me will steer you into a panic. Why? Because this is the most you’ll ever hear.
You have not been bred for this match.
You have not been condition for this.
You have not been trained for this.
Ya’ll been sitting in your house in comfy chairs eating snacks and watching Grey’s Anatomy. You’ve been eating at will, resting at will, and around people that love and care for you. You are weak.
What happens when you get in a ring with a dog that was bred, trained, and conditioned for one thing? To tear apart his opponent for survival?
(The lights finally reveal Kaito in a dog ring.)
Because this is what we are this week: Just a bunch of dogs in a ring being pit against one another for the glory. But facing me you’re more like dogs left in a car with the windows rolled up: It’s gonna be hot, and you’re going to run out of air to breathe very, very soon. And I will walk out the Hardcore Champion because in the end, I may be the only one that understands what that means.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2019 21:29:37 GMT -6
31st July, 2019
15:04 PM EST
Washington D.C.
Exact Location: Lio Walsh’s Residence
Status: Off-Camera Grunts of anger and frustration were the only things immediately reverberating in the gym. In Sam’s ears … that was a different story. She had earbuds pressed tightly into her ears and was all but begging the music to blare loudly in them. They always made workouts more productive and easier to concentrate on. Well, they did for The Titaness, anyway. Thankfully, Lio had a very huge house … let’s be real, the damn thing was a mansion more than a humble abode. As such, it had a wider variety and number of rooms than most other places would have. Due to the small amount of people who lived here, it was also very easy to listen to her music as loud as she wanted and not have to fret about pissing anyone off. One such area was, thankfully, was a gym, and the second most common place Sam could be found whenever she was here. Sweat had been pouring down her face for quite a while, but she didn’t care. Even though she, Joseph, and Lio all knew the rumors Solomon Cain had been spouting over Twitter were false, it still did infuriate Sam. Seriously, the fuck does he think he’ll gain by making that sorta shit up? It very well may be as easy as Lio implied; to throw her focus off. But there was a nagging sensation in the back of Sam’s head that made her feel there was more to it than just that. Solomon Cain was indeed a simple man, yes, but not that straightforward. That was perhaps one of the few ways the two were alike; both Sam and Solomon always said and did everything with a purpose. Of course, Sam didn’t think his goals in mind were always the best … but she couldn’t deny they were still objectives all the same. The punching bag continued to sway violently as she threw punch after punch at her target. It had been creaking and constantly looking as if the damn thing would fall apart. In the worst case scenario? She knew Lio wouldn’t mind. In fact, this workout had been suggested by both him and Orion in an effort to not only prepare for her upcoming fight, but blow some steam off. Sam hummed softly under her breath, her efforts practically doubling … and then just as suddenly ceasing when Joseph walked down. It wasn’t his presence that made her raise an eyebrow, but rather, the sight of what he was holding. Her cell phone. ”Someone calling me?” she inquired, taking her buds out in time to hear Joseph swiftly reply. ”Yes, actually. Jordan Hagan from Mile High. He wants an over-the-phone interview with you.”Normally, Sam would have smirked in amusement. But after the recent interactions, her mind went right to thinking it would be all about those. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at her husband in contemplation. Nearly two minutes would tick by before she gave a slow, steady nod. If push came to shove, she could end the call on her own terms Sam decided. ”Okay. Tell him to wait a few more moments.”Orion quickly nodded, uncovering the receiver of the cell phone. As he relayed Sam’s reply, The Titaness pulled the towel draped over her shoulders off and wiped the lingering beads of sweat away from her face. When she felt confident Samantha wouldn’t get her phone too dirty, she gave an affirmative nod to signal she was ready. ”Thank you for your patience. Here she is.”Sam leaned forward, pressing a quick but passionate kiss upon her husband’s lips before speaking directly into the phone. ”Heya, Mister Hagan. This was quite the surprise.””Hello, Samantha. Thanks ahead of time for agreeing to this. I realize that, yes, this was indeed very abrupt, but I’ve been meaning to schedule this with you. Plus, it has been a while.” Sam chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. ”Very true. It most certainly has been a while. Alright. You got my attention.””Great. Before we begin, let me give you a quick disclaimer - though you may have guessed this - I’m recording this conversation for my own records. Is this alright with you?””Of course. I kinda figured you may do something like that to make up for me not being in Denver.” ”Perfect! So, let’s start off easy enough. How has your marriage gone so far? Belated congratulations, by the way.” Sam grinned widely, nodding as she took advantage of this reprieve and sat in a nearby chair. ”Really well, actually. Borderline perfect. The roughest times … well, they haven’t been from arguments like one would assume. I know I gave both Lio and Joseph quite the fright when I was in my coma. I guess … post-injuries have been the worst days for us. But other than that?”Her head shook from side to side. ”I most definitely don’t regret it. If anything, I’m more astounded I didn’t realize much sooner Joseph had the hots for me.”Rather than hearing the more obvious question, a slightly unexpected inquiry echoed in her ears. ”So … it’s true? You do have a second lover?” ”I do. I’ll admit it wasn’t planned for, but I have no intentions of calling my engagement with Lio off.””Then you’re really going to marry him? But how? That’s not legal here in the States, after all.”Now her signature smirk spread over her face. ”You just kinda answered your own question, didn’t you? I won’t be in the USA for me and Lio’s marriage. I’ll be elsewhere. And before you ask, not saying that. I already had one prick try to point out the same fact about polygamy being illegal and sounding like they wanted to ruin our plans.”Her eyes rolled at the memory. ”So with you recording all of this, I’d rather not allow that certain someone to hear the answer and get any chances to try to screw us over.””Understandable. Very well. You’ve had an almost perfect record since Mile High returned. How are you feeling about your upcoming Fatal Five Way match?” Sam’s smile only got wider as she swiftly answered. This was one of those relatively easy to predict inquiries, and clearly one she had prepared to hear. ”I’m absolutely ecstatic. This isn’t just an opportunity to become double champion in Mile High again. Mister Greeney himself is going to present this championship. That’s a hell of a big deal. Truthfully, after I myself left HcW, I wasn’t sure who was still in charge of it. For a bit, it seemed like Mister Hamilton - absolutely no relation to me, thank god - was. But I guess it was always Mister Greeney. Fine by me; Hamilton was a prick. A royal one, at that rate.” ”Is there any specific opponent you’re worried about more so than the others?” ”Gabriel Ohio, hands down. He and I go very far back and if you ever get a chance to watch my fights from those days, you’ll easily understand why that’s my answer. Hell, just watch how he performed in the last Fatal Four Way. That should help you out just as well.” A finger quickly rose as Sam hastily added, ”This isn’t to say I’m disregarding anyone else. Least of all my own sister, Psycho. But … well …” Another barely audible chuckle elicited from The Titaness. ”A lot of this you’ll hear about in my shoot when I address my opponents directly. Don’t make me give everything away now, Jordan.” ”Right, right. Do you feel you’ll be able to compete well enough? You did recently come out of a coma when you fought Leah. You haven’t had much time to heal since then … or am I wrong?”Sam’s head gave a quick, firm up and down nod. ”Definitely. Some people may view the fact I fight for other places aside from Mile High as a weakness, but honestly? It’s a strength for me. I get to face all different kinds of opponents and, actually, some of their fighting styles and tactics have matched up with people in Mile High. Leah, for example, isn’t too different from a co-worker in EWC. I took note of this from the times I have seen Leah fight elsewhere - namely Elysium - and used it to my advantage.” There’s a pause before Jordan finally pipes up. ”Huh. That’s … very interesting. I never even thought about that, but when you word it that way, that is actually smart. But surely, it’s tiring after a bit?” ”Mainly due to jet lag, but yeah. It definitely can be. The fighting part though? Not for me. I’ve put way too much time and effort into this lifestyle to quit anytime soon.” ”So … does that mean you’re going to forgo other aspects of married life? Kids for example? At this, The Titaness started laughing out loud. No soft giggles or snickers, no. This was a very boisterous whoop. ”You know, if it weren’t for the fact that you're doing your job, I’d say that’s a tad too nosy. No, Jordan. That’s not at all what I’m saying. But I’m perfectly fine with waiting for kids. If I can secure this win … it’ll make me what I should have been the moment Mile High reopened; an overall Triple Champion. Kids … I’d rather do that when defending and retaining straps aren’t as high up on my list of things to worry about. Among other things, of course.” ”True, true. So … you also hinted a change was gonna be coming up soon? Any chance I can convince you to give more hints aside from a physical one?”Sam merely clicked her tongue, her smirk widening. ” … I guess not. Fair. Last, but certainly not least, is anything that Solomon Cain typed over Twitter out true?”And just as quickly as her good mood had appeared, it was already beginning to vanish. A deep breath was heard first before Sam’s voice would resound in Jordan’s ears. ”No. None of it is. That’s a wannabe fantasy he wishes had happened. Look, Hagan, he’s …” Sam’s teeth gripped briefly onto her lower lip as she chose her next words carefully. Not that she cared about Solomon’s opinions should he hear this. No, she just wanted to be accurate. ”He’s changed, and not for the better. Granted, he can usually back his arrogance in the ring up. But ever since Mile High returned? He’s lost his touch. Yes, he sent Joseph to the hospital. That’s it though. Joseph didn’t quit wrestling because of him or any injuries inflicted. In fact, now that Solomon is in EWC, he can watch and see that Orion fought with me and the other Shieldmaidens for a bit before realizing exactly what he said over Twitter. Wrestling has never been something he’s been passionate about.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say that at first, I was upset and annoyed at Orion's decision. But frankly? He’s been a damn good manager, and he sure as shit doesn’t owe Solomon a goddamn thing. But .. yeah. The implications he’s trying to make that I’ve slept with him and shit? Fake. Complete and utter bullshit. That’s exactly why me and Joseph dared him to prove us wrong at Episode Twenty. But … nothing’s gonna happen. Nothing against us, anyway. The dumbass is just gonna make himself look stupid and humiliate himself.” ”That’s really it? But … why would he lie about something like that?”Samantha’s hands began to squeeze around her phone, fury quickly replacing her happier mood Jordan had heard earlier. ”I don’t fucking know. He wants attention, perhaps? He did openly admit when fighting Skrabz he’d been with some woman for a bit, but is single. Maybe his threats to do torture porn on me really did hold sexual implications?”Sam shrugged, barely avoiding from breaking her phone. ”I really don’t know, okay? But it doesn’t matter. He’s either gonna put up or shut up in a few days and honestly? I know the latter is gonna happen.””And if he does have a tape?””Fake,” Sam hastily snapped. ”Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna get back to my workout.” Without waiting for Jordan to say farewell or thank Sam for her time, she hung up and hurled her cell right at Joseph, who had stood and listened to the whole thing. A slight sigh passed his lips, but he didn’t try to insist she’d overreacted. On the contrary, Orion couldn’t help but side with his wife on this reaction. ”I even asked him kindly not to bring that up. Damn … well … sorry about that, love.”Sam reached back down, yanking her earbuds in between her fingers before glancing up at her husband … and heaving another long sigh. Calming herself … reminding herself it wasn’t his fault Hagan had been foolish in asking that last question. Still, it didn’t exactly erase her anger, either. And it was obvious enough to hear in her voice as she nodded, firmly replying with one last demand. ”I’m not taking anymore calls. Not unless they’re from Lio or Carlton. I’ll be done in another few hours, more likely than not. An hour at the soonest.””Alright, love. Just do try to be careful about overexerting yourself. Save some of that energy for us, yeah?”Sam’s smirk returned, a playful and knowing look entering her eyes, as she eagerly nodded to her husband. ”Of course. Who do you think I am, hmm? Don’t worry; you two will have more than enough of me. That’s a promise.” A satisfied grin appeared on Orion’s face. Now that he knew he could leave Sam in a more improved mood than she’d been in mere moments ago, he exited the gym. The Titaness, meanwhile, resumed her vigorous workout … now envisioning the punch bag she was going to town on as Solomon Cain to make venting her frustrations out all the more stronger.
2nd August, 2019
13:15 PM MST
Denver, Colorado
Exact Location: Magness Arena
Status: On-Camera As the camera focuses on the Titaness, she’s standing in the very center of the Magness Arena. She smirks … as if she knows something no one else does. We don’t have to wait long, though. In fact, she seems eager to reveal what’s on her mind. ”One year ago … what happened? Any of you remember by chance? Granted, the only people who may know this answer are Mosh and Psycho, but still. Maybe the others did ample enough homework to take a guess.” Sam points down at the ring, only waiting barely a minute before relaying the event in question. ”I was in another Fatal Five Way Match! But it was an over-the-top elimination style fight, and it was that very same day I became the first Throwdown Championship. So how do I really feel about this fight, Jordan? Not nearly as intimidated as anyone is probably hoping. But … not being intimidated doesn’t mean I won’t give you all my complete, undivided attention. Oh no. That’d be foolish … more so with some of you than others.” Her head briefly lowers as Samantha takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She nods, lifts her head, and glances back towards the camera. ”Mosh … excuse me while I confess I chuckled. You said it won’t be me who pins you? How the fuck are you so sure of that? True, there are a lot of others who may get that chance, but the fact is, there’s a damn good chance you may get pinned, end of story. I won’t deny that, interestingly, your attitude change has worked better for you here than it did in EWC. But I’m sure you understand why it failed over there, as well as why it will against myself, yes? It’s not that hard to figure out. Your latest victories … have all been against weaker-willed individuals, or at least people who are easier to have their feelings hurt by petty words. Me?”Sam scoffs, shaking her head. ”I’m glad you’re not foolish enough to forget how the last Five Person match that we were both in went. In fact, you were eliminated second. Maybe - just maybe - you will avoid eating the pin. But technicalities aside, there is only one true winner in these sorts of matches, and that’s the individual who has their hand raised by the referee at the end.
“So, for example, when you fought Joseph for the win … true, you didn’t eat the pin. But you didn’t win either, did you? So use whatever half-assed reverse psychology you want. If that helps you sleep better afterwards, so be it. But a loss is still a loss, regardless of whether you eat a pin or not. It’s just much easier to cope with when you avoid such a fate.”Another brief pause before Sam nods after making another internal decision. ”Next … Psycho. My sister.”Her gaze softens, looking just a bit disappointed as she starts to speak. ”So … I do get your frustrations with being overlooked. But … is that all it was?”Slowly, The Titaness begins to pace within the ring. ”See, something is telling me the answer is no. And while it’s true that you definitely kicked Ohio’s ass, literally so, I just …”An eyebrow raises. ”Why the urgency? Why did you absolutely have to be here? Is it not enough that I’m representing us?”Her arms go over her chest. ”I haven’t forgotten you held your own Hardcore Championship in Galactic. But Psycho … I’m holding one currently in Empire. We both have the will and desire to proudly hold this. I was always under the impression a win from any of us could be deemed as a victory for the Shieldmaidens as a whole. Was I wrong? Was that just me and my optimistic thinking?” The thought makes Samantha sigh, a grimace spreading over her face. ”I suppose it doesn’t really matter at this point. Regardless of what I think or how I feel, Robert’s agreed you can be involved in this fray. So … just remember what I told you. I refuse to hold back, even against you. But hell, you probably know that. Bullet can most certainly confirm I’m not just spouting those words because I can.” A smile manages to replace the frown as the Ladder Match is obviously replaying in her mind. Even without literally peeking into Sam’s head, it’s easy enough to guess that’s what she is thinking about right then and there. ”This is a perfect example of the proverb ‘careful what you wish for’. I hope that no matter the result, you won’t have any regrets about voicing your demands.
“Next … Kaito. I’m glad to hear you did some of your own homework.”A disappointed look appears on her face. ”But there’s the magic word there; some.”Another scoff is heard, this time accompanied by a snicker. ”If my recent marriage was making me unable to focus … do you think I could have done anything I’ve accomplished so far since making my professional debut? Let alone this year alone, or even just in Mile High? I only have a loss on my record because Skrabz’s homies got to use their ‘redo’ card right after we kicked their asses. Otherwise, I would be undefeated. It was me who helped Bandit reclaim our tag team titles, and it was me who gave ‘War Queen’ Leah the fight - and debut, I might add - of her life!
“So … point out the part where I’ve lost my concentration on this sport again. If you can, that is.” Her tongue clicks as she shakes her head. ”It is true that part of me wondered whether Leah would be able to work without her comrades or not. But that, in the end, wasn’t what cost her. It was a combination of more singles experience versus underestimating the fact it’d been a while since I had been booked in a singles match in Mile High.”Her head continues to move from side to side. ”For fighters like me, that doesn’t matter. Particularly when you’ve had singles fights beforehand. It might be true that what I do in most other companies doesn’t matter, but for things like if I’ve been in one-on-ones or not? I beg to differ. It matters … even if only to myself. Just as Leah made an unfortunate assumption, you have also. And that will be what helps ensure me - or one of the others - defeats you.” The Titaness lifts her right index finger up. ”However … there was one thing you declared that I do agree with. Hell, I know it to be true. I can be defeated. But that doesn’t only apply to myself. Any and everyone is prone to tasting defeat in this sport. And that thus brings me to the last opponent in this fray … Gabriel Ohio.” Samantha waves, her smirk returning as she steps backwards and sits atop the set of ropes behind her. ”It has been a long, long, long time, hasn’t it?”She chuckles, already knowing the answer to her rhetorical musing. ”From what I’ve seen, you’re the same man I last went up against. And that … is what separates us from one another.”Sam points at herself. ”I have changed. I have adapted. I have gotten stronger - and it’s not just because of the cut draped over my shoulders. If you haven’t watched any of the shows here, you’ll see that long before I became a Shieldmaiden, I’ve always been one of Mile High’s best fighters. Always. You may still be the same, dangerous individual. But the Sam you’re about to face … she’s no longer haunted or tormented by … well, anyone. Definitely not any ‘Snakebite’-esque figures, though.”Her hand raises to move a few blonde strands of hair away from her eyes. The camera zooms in on them, allowing the viewers to get a very good look at them. ”All you’re seeing … all of my determination, resolve, eagerness for the fourth to arrive? That is all you’ll see from me. No fear … never again. I killed that weak version of myself the moment I left HcW.”Samantha’s head bows slightly. ”I admit, I’m not overly happy it took me that long to conquer my almost literal demons. But much better late than never. So … Gabriel. I distinctly recall one time you said you’d take me away … whatever that may or may not mean.”Sam chuckles, almost dismissing the thought. ”Try me, Gabriel! I dare you! Because even if you succeed … I am no longer alone. An army will find us both and ensure I’m away from you, safe and sound. You? You … will not get away from that encounter unscathed. That’s not a threat … but a promise.
“Say and do what you will, Ohio. But there is no longer any leverage you can use against me, no way to get under my skin. Nothing you can say to make me shudder in fear, nor will your presence have such an effect on me ever again. For I am the woman you probably wanted to truly go against back when we fought for HcW; a real fighter and warrior. No fear, no regrets, no second thoughts … I will come at you with all of those, my fists, and more. And you’ll finally see and feel first hand that I was deathly serious when I warned Psycho I never hold back.” Another wave is seen as The Titaness addresses one more person. ”Mister Greeney … it’ll be an honor to finally meet you in person. You must have been too busy before.”She waves her hand, ignoring the what-ifs going through her head. ”Just like Gabriel, you’ll see how much I’ve improved since stepping foot into HcW. Don’t be too amazed if it’s me you end up handing that strap over to.”Samantha shifts one more time whom she’s speaking to. ”Mosh, Kaito, Psycho, Gabriel … I’ll see you all soon enough. You can come at me with any and everything. Just don’t be surprised when I refuse to stay down. Many have tried to bring and keep the Titaness down; all have failed. Some of you know this from personal experiences … and will be swiftly reminded of that come August Fourth. Until then …”Sam waves one last time to the camera before exiting the ring. The lights flicker off as she leaves the stadium. With the emergence of the darkness comes the end of the promo.
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Post by Psycho on Aug 3, 2019 14:29:56 GMT -6
Off-Camera
Friday, August 2, 2019
Warehouse Gym
Shieldmaidens Clubhouse
New Orleans, Louisiana
9:01 AM CDT
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire stands opposite the heavy bag for what seems like the millionth time in the last few days, preparing to pepper it with punches and kicks as she gets ready for her first title shot. She clenches her taped hands into fists and readies as her elder brother and trainer, Shonn Maguire, moves in to hold it. Knowing this would mean a talk was coming, Psycho steps back from the bag and starts to shadowbox. Shonn nods slowly.
Shonn Maguire: So, how bae tha boy o’yers doin’ then?
Psycho shrugs as she shadowboxes while Shonn steps away from the bag, moving around to the front area so he’s standing between his sister and her target.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He bae fine, Lad, ye bae knowin’ this.
Shonn nods slowly, looking slightly concerned.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I do, baecause I bae callin’ Bex an’ comin’ over tae see fer meself. He’s nay quite seven-months-old now, Sorsh, ye should bae excited fer watchin’ his wee legs tryin’ tae get him movin’!
Psycho frowns at her brother, her taped fists dropping to her sides.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ who bae sayin’ I’m no excited tae see ‘im crawl?
Shonn moves in closer and nods to her pointedly.
Shonn Maguire: Yer haer more than ye bae home since ye got this match, Sorsh. Bae it raelly tha important tae ye? Sam bae upset an’ ye jess kaep punchin tha bag over there like it’s Adrian Blackthorne or Gabriel Ohio or Michael Rivers in th’ flesh! I know ye wanna prove yerself, Lass, but…
He approaches his sister and puts his hands on her shoulders.
Shonn Maguire: Ye bae naedin tae slow down an’ take a look around baefore tings go bad fer ye.
Psycho turns to face him, anger in her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae lookin’ at him? He bae jess like them whot hurt us, Shonn! He bae jess like th’ one whot hurt Bex an’ he threatened tae do similar tae me an’ Sam as well!
Shonn nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: I know he did, but ye kinna bae doin’ ennithin about it if ye have nothin’ tae bae fightin’ fer ennymore! Ye walked intae this room a week ago an’ ye were so fixated on him an’ whot he was tae bae able tae do, ye fergot all about Space Lord an’ Terry Marshall. Ye fergot all about whot ye were supposed tae bae doin’ wit Bandit an’ tore intae whot Sam bae doin’ instead! How many times does tha naed tae happen baefore…
Psycho growls back at her brother.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Baefore whot, Shonn? Baefore somebody gets hurt again? Baefore worse happens?
She steps back and points angrily at the door.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: RJ and Widow abandoned us! Rynn bae sittin wit th’ enemy in California wit Ash an’ I bae gettin’ threatened by giant bastard in two comp’nies an’ I’m th’ one whot naeds tae slow down?
She shakes her head and pivots to hit her Gealtachta kick on the bag.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: If ennthin, I bae naedin’ tae start goin’ harder!
Shonn sighs heavily.
Shonn Maguire: They told ye why they had tae do tha…
Psycho nods readily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Ash said she had her raesons an’ when i pressed she said family. Rynn said th’ same but naether o’ them raelly went intae it. Tha doesna explain whot bae goin’ on wit Blackthorne an’ Ohio!
Shonn takes one of her hands into his own.
Shonn Maguire: No, but it also doesna explain why ye kinna get off yer arse an’ go make tings good wit Sam, now does it?
Psycho frowns.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Make tings good… wit Sam?
Shonn nods solemnly.
Shonn Maguire: Ye horned in on her turf, Lass, as if her gettin’ a title shot wasnay good enough fer ye! Ye hurt her, Sorsh. Ye hurt her bad!
Psycho stares at her brother, her mouth falling open in surprise.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Have ye nay baen lookin’ an’ listenin’ tae her since last waekend? She’s nay baen happy wit ye at all!
Psycho squeezes her eyes shut in shame.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna maen tae do tha…
Shaking her head, Psycho pounds her fist against the bag in frustration.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Dammit!
Sighing, Psycho starts to undo the tape on her hands.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I tink I bae naedin’ tae go home, talk wit Bex an’ then catch a ride tae Denver. I should tell her how proud I am tha she’s walkin’ wit crutches some now.
Shonn nods, a smile forming on his face.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, tha bae a good idea. She’ll bae happy ye bae noticin’ tha…
Psycho nods and then hugs her brother.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye, Shonn!
Shonn hugs her back.
Shonn Maguire: I love ye too, Sorsh!
Fifteen minutes later...
Psycho returns home and comes inside just as her wife, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire is sitting back down into a cheap wheelchair. Psycho walks up to her and hugs her tightly, kissing her passionately.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m sorry, Bex…
Bruiser looks up at her wife in alarm.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sorry for what, Sorsh?
Psycho looks to her wife’s eyes, years in her own.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m sorry if ye bae faelin’ ye have tae face whot ‘appened on yer own. I dinna maen tae do tha tae ye!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well ya know, one o’ us has to brin’ the money in for our little family…
She looks down at her left leg, still wrapped up in a cast, that won’t be removed for several more months, except for when a new one needs to be put on.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And I sure as hell ain’t gonna be able to do it for a lon’ time yet.
Psycho nods slowly, sadly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Shonn gave me a talkin’ tae earlier… said I bae naedin’ tae pay more attention tae ye, tae li’l RJ an’ tae Sam…
Now it’s Bruiser’s turn to nod as she shuffles a little in her chair to get more comfortable.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I know ya never meant to be distant, Sorsh. With everythin’ that’s been happenin’ lately? With what happened to me, with RJ and Widow goin’ Nomad, the whole business with ya sister-in-law and Ash? As well as this stuff with Sam, I understand why ya feel like ya need to be doin’ somethin’ about it all.
She looks over to where RJ Jr is sat, playing with his toys before she looks back to Psycho.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: He’s crawlin’ now ya know? Ya should have been here to see it… I was so proud o’ him. I never thought I’d be good at this mother business, and you’re great with him too when ya here.
Psycho looks at the baby and nods sadly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m a right shite mother…
Bruiser immediately takes hold of her wife’s hand.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Look at me, Sorsh…
Psycho turns her attention from their son to Bruiser.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya not a shite mother at all! So ya’ve been a bit distant lately… but he ain’t even ya biological son and ya took him in anyway! Ya didn’t abandon him forever like his real mother did!
Looking back to the boy again, Psycho nods sadly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love him like he bae me own!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And that further proves that ya ain’t a shite mother. He is ya own… he’s our little lad and he’s lucky to have ya in his life. He’s even been askin’ for ya when ya’ve been out, because he loves ya just as much as ya love him.
Psycho turns to face her wife, a slight playful smirk forming.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How ye bae knowin’ who he bae wantin when he jess says “Ma Ma Ma?”
Bruiser smirks back.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Because when he’s sayin’ it, he’s always lookin’ over to the front door. He wants the mother that can actually play with him… not the one stuck in a wheelchair.
Psycho looks down in shame again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: God, I’m sorry, Bex…
Bruiser leans forward and places her hand on the side of her wife’s face and looks deep into her eyes.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I know ya are. But instead of sayin’ sorry to me? Go over there and be the amazin’ mother I know ya are to RJ.
Psycho nods and kisses Bruiser.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye, Bex.
She walks over and sits down with the baby, thrilled to see the wee one manage to crawl the couple of inches distance between them.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How ye bae, Lad? Mum’s haer…
Friday, August 2, 2019
Hotel
Denver, Colorado
4:33 PM MDT
Psycho walks up to the proper room number and sighs heavily. She knew who was waiting behind this door and likely what was coming when it opened. Steeling herself for the worst, she reaches up and knocks quickly, three times in rapid fire succession. The door opens quickly to find a stunned and somewhat annoyed Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton standing in the doorway, towering over psycho even in her bare feet. Psycho looks up at Sam and nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I tink we bae naedin’ tae talk, Lass… will ye bae willin’ tae haer me out?
Sam looks down upon the diminutive irish woman and nods stiffly, almost as if she’d done it without thinking first and only now had thoughts catching up with the involuntary action.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Yeah, ok…
Psycho sighs heavily to herself, her gaze never leaving Sam’s.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bae ye wantin’ tae do this in th’ hallway, in yer room or in tha room over wit th’ ice machine in it?
She motions at the option two doors down and Sam stops to ponder. Where would be the best location for this in case things got heated? Did they want this to be even semi-public? After a few seconds, Sam steps back and motions Psycho to step inside the room with her. Psycho slowly does so and as she does, Joseph “Orion” Hunter nods to her, quickly makes his way to the door.
JOH: I’ll just give you two the rom for a few minutes… [/font]
Orion slips out the door and Sam closes it behind him.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Ok…
Psycho nods gratefully to the door before looking Sam dead in the eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m sorry, Sam. I dinna maen tae bae steppin’ on yer toes like this. I…
Her thoughts crashing into each other, Psycho closes her eyes, her hands balling into fists and seemingly unable to figure out what to do with themselves.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna baegrudge ye ennithin ye bae gettin’, Sam. Ye’ve earned any opportunities they bae wishin’ tae bestow upon ye…
Sam nods pointedly.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Then… what?
Psycho exhales heavily, her entire body looking like it wants to crawl into the floor and disappear into it before the large blonde woman.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna tink ennyone would bae haerin’ me…
Swallowing hard, Psycho manages to open her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I was upset wit Gabriel Ohio gettin tae bae in this after I baet him an’ then he got a match at the pay-per-view an’ I dinna get one. I could have accepted tha I dinna get in if I had lost or if he dinna get that match. It’s nay baen th’ first time th’ comp’ny hasna saen fit tae book me but when they do tha an’ it ends wit a title shot tha ye bae knowin’ I kin do…
Sam just looks on, mildly skeptical as Psycho looks at her, almost pleadingly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I dinna bae maenin’ tae try an’ take it away from ye, Lass. If Gabriel Ohio wasna in this match, I would have jess chaered ye on. He jess…
Trailing off, Psycho looks away in shame.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: He reminds me o’ Blackthorne an’ Th’ Children. I couldna stop th’ Children from takin’ me an’ Shonn an’ doin’ whot they did tae us an’ I couldna stop Blackthorne from doin’ whot he did tae Bex in EWC but Ohio has threatened bote o’ us now, Lass an’ I’ll nay bae lettin’ him do tha tae us! No again!
Sam nods, softening slightly as she does.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I get it, I do, I just wish there had been another way and you have to know how this is gonna go with us after that match last year with me and Bullet…
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye’ll nay bae takin’ it easy on me an’ I wouldna expect ennithin less from ye, Lass. Ye bae a top level talent no matter whot division ye bae in an’ I’m honored ye fael I’m worthy o’ yer best!
Nodding again, Sam places a hand on Psycho’s shoulder.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Thank you, Sorsh.
Psycho frowns in confusion.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Fer whot, Lass?
Sam nods, the near full foot difference in their heights suddenly exceptionally noticeable.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: For taking the time, making the effort to come here and talk to me personally. So … that’s all this is about? Wanting a piece of Ohio personally, right? I just … wanna double check.
Psycho nods quickly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I was jess upset over tha he was gettin’ sumtin’ tha I dinna even get a chance tae earn. He loses tae me an’ then gets tha when I baen haer a yaer, never even had th’ chance tae earn one an’ I knocked him out cold?
She pauses and then shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I admit, I should have handled tha better. I’m sorry, Sam.
Sam’s head moves from side to side as she quickly speaks.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I mean, true. It could have been arranged smoother. But … it really was the fear of me representing us not being good enough.
An unexpected set of tears prick the corner of her eyes.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I’ve kept this to myself because … I’ve been able to vent it out to Lio and Joseph. But knowing RJ and Widow don’t approve of Lio being in my life despite Bandit and Bullet being in their own polyamorous relationship? That’s been killing me. Making me question do we really still have the same beliefs I was told about since I got in? It’s been punching me as hard as my opponents have … to know the very same woman who gave me my cut or helped me kill one of my rapists are suddenly going against everything they’ve said.
Sam finally leans against the wall behind her, teeth gripping onto her lower lip for a few seconds as she throws a clenched fist backwards.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I thought we were supposed to support one another regardless of racial heritage, sexual orientation, shit like that.
Her head shakes as Sam’s body begins to tremble.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: It’s bad enough everyone goes on I’m the stand out, but …
For once, her words trail off as she finds herself unable to finish her thoughts. Sam simply stares at Psycho as the tears she’d been trying to hold back slowly fall down her face. Unable to believe her eyes, Psycho quickly moves to hug the much taller Sam.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae th’ best o’ us, Sam. Never let ennyone tell ye otherwise! I bae proud tae call ye me sister.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: That’s literally what RJ told me back when I first joined! Not to let anyone sway me otherwise. And yet … she’s turned her back on me. Maybe not in the most noticeable way to the others. But to me?
Her fists shakily unclench as she returns the hug.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: It’s honestly probably for the best she and Widow have to lay low. I … don’t think I could look at them without knocking their lights out first. Ex-leader or not, that sorta attitude .. it’s unforgivable. Particularly from the same woman who swore we wouldn’t be rejected because of our differences.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: She’s nay th’ leader ennymore. Bullet is. If she was, Zombie wouldna still bae haer. Eavan wouldna bae a prospect ennymore. I’m no sure whot some o’ us would bae doin’. I love RJ like a sister still, but I kinna say whot she bae tinkin’ lately. She went nomad an;’ I kinna say if she bae comin’ back nor kin I say whot will happen if she does come back. If Orion an’ Lio bae good enough fer ye, then who am I tae tell ye ennithin different? They bae good enough fer ye, they bae good enough fer me.
Sam’s voice seems to get weaker as she speaks up again.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: But if she does come back, she likely will be leader again. And frankly? I’d be more than fine if she just stayed wherever she’s staying. Granted, I could go back to fighting basically by myself .. but not happily.
Finally, The Titaness pulls away and starts drying her eyes.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: That’s exactly why RJ and Widow’s reaction hurt. It shouldn’t matter. But their silence says everything. They’ve had chances to prove me wrong. Nothing. I haven’t heard a damn thing, so .. that’s basically what I’m understanding. They don’t approve … even though it’s not their fucking verdict. I wasn’t overly happy with Widow moving on so quickly after divorcing, but I didn’t scold her. Because … her life, her choice. It’s bullshit I don’t get that same respect back.
Several deep breaths resound from Sam as she sniffles and nods.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Thank you again. I’ll … I’ll be fine. I just need music or something to get back to my more normal self in ten or so minutes.
A coy grin appears on Sam’s face as she looks back into Psycho’s eyes.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Good luck, especially if me or Gabriel get any hits on you. We’ll both honestly probably need a bit, and are very likely gonna be feeling whatever we receive the next morning, if not several.
Psycho nods her agreement.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, we’ll all bae faelin’ this one tae bae sure. Good luck tae ye, too, Lass. We’ll all bae naedin’ it.
On-Camera
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Hotel
Ballroom
Denver, Colorado
1:01 PM MDT
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in her hotel’s grand ballroom, currently empty as the place is between events. The camera moves in to find Psycho dressed in a pair of black jeans, a sleeveless black t-shirt and her Shieldmaidens’ kutte. With her mohawk standing tall, Psycho can’t help but nod at the little red light staring back at her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, so, let me get this straight…
She looks down as if she has a list to go down even though there is nothing there.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ Silent Lucha…
She stares off and shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Spaeks so he isnay silent at all…
Shaking her head, Psycho glances to the wall of the ballroom
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ he’s nay th’ one who wears all black but talks like he bae tha one…
She tries to look up but something holds her attention just so.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’, paeple talk about Chris Mosh makin’ no sense when he starts talkin’ but ye made even less…
Looking back to the camera, she shakes her head incredulously.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye call me innocent an’ then a shiverin’ fool… fer a match where I knocked someone out cold that stands naerly two faet taller than me wit one shot from me foot. Whot more did ye want me tae do? He was out cold an’ it wasna a hardcore rules match. If the idea bae tae win th’ match, yer damn right I pinned him right there! I’m no gettin’ paid by th’ hour ye simperin’ idiot! If ye have an openin’ like tha on an opponent such as Gabriel Ohio, ye take it baefore it closes on ye!
She cocks her head inquisitively.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bae ye certain ye dinna stael Tyke Index’s old stash an’ get raelly fucked up on it then?
Psycho shrugs quickly before any response can come.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Baecause fer ye tae stare at any of us in this match an’ say we’ve nay baen trained fer this, nay baen conditioned fer it…
Her eyes flash with anger.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye blaedin’ buffon, most o’ us have baen hardcore champions baefore! Sam and Ohio used tae wrestle in a palce wit “Hardcore” as the first word in th’ name o’ th’ place! Ye dinna know th’ first damn ting about enny o’ us if ye tink we have no baen shaped fer this! We have all baen shaped fer this! Ye, Mosh, Sam, Ohio, me, we have all baen trainin fer this since th’ day walked intae this comp’ny!
She shakes her head in disgust for a second before looking back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ spaekin’ o’ Mr. Mosh…
She pauses, cocking her head to the right slightly again.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Can ye please bae tradin’ nicknames wit Kaito an’ jess shut th’ fuck up?
Her hands move up in front of her causing her to look as if she is almost pleading with the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Or, at least say sumtn’ baesides yer blaedin’ nickname as it saems tae bae literally all ye are capable o’ sayin’. “Cold Hearted” this, “Cold Hearted” that, “I’m so “Cold Hearted.”
She waves both hands emphatically, crossing them in front of each other and then ripping them back from each other in either direction.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We get it, yer nay th’ party boy ennymore, now kin we plaese move on an’ get ye tae try another sentence? Ye honestly sound like ye still bae tryin’ tae convince yerself o’ this change an’ tha it bae rael!
She pauses and points to her own chest.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tae me, yer still tha self-centered gammy muppet whot ye were baefore, now ye jess have a more marketable name tae bae usin’ tae sell yerself! If tha’s all tha changed in ye, then Sam, Kaito, Ohio an’ I bae about tae smash ye harder than ye were ever smashed baefore an’ we willna even naed alcohol tae do it! I honestly hope ye bae th’ one tae aet th’ pin jess fer th’ way ye kept sayin’ tha fuckin’ name!
She stares off into the distance for a second, her hands brought up and balled into fists as she tries to gather her thoughts. After a few seconds, she nods to herself and looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Which would bring me tae Gabriel Ohio, th’ physically largest person in th’ match. Ye dwarf th’ rest of us. Mosh bae six inches shorter, Sam bae nine inches shorter. Kaito’s a foot shorter an’ I bae almost two an’ yet, ye got his match baecause ye managed tae win one bloody match an’ ye come in wit a rep from HCW.
She nods as she raises one finger in the air.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: One bloody match even after whot happened wit yer other… one bloody match…
That finger lowers out of the shot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ whot was th’ first thing tha happened wit ye when ye came to Mile High Wrestling?
She smacks her head sarcastically and starts to giggle.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, right, I knocked ye out cold an’ proved I could make ennyone in this match go colder than Chris Mosh’s heart wit one shot!
She raises her left hand, palm up.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: On th’ one hand, I should bae thankin’ ye fer tha since tha did prove a few tings tae paeple...
Her left hand lowers and her right hand moves up to replace it, also palm up.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: On th’ other, I should stay angry wit ye baecause ye tried tae take credit fer tha an’ acted like ye did tha on purpose as ye bae takin’ a dive…
She angrily points into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye did nothn’, Gabriel! Ye did nothin’ but go tae slaep after me foot made swaet love tae yer jaw! I knocked ye out an’ now I’m aimin’ tae show jess how hardcore I kin bae! I would look at ye, at Kaito, at Mosh, an’ say, don’t let me start kickin’ at ye or yer all goin’ down!
The anger starts to fade away, replaced by a smile as she starts to sing.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m nay runnin’
It’s a little different now
‘Cause one of us bae goin’
Yeah one of us bae goin’ down!!!!
Still grinning, Psycho starts to nod almost absently.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Now Sam, ye an’ I had a talk earlier an’ came tae an unnerstandin’.
She nods grimly to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It was nay a slight tae ye tha I was upset about nay gettin’ a chance tae get in this match an’ now tha I have, we lay it all on th’ line jess like ye an’ Bullet did last yaer tae crown the first Phoenix Champion!
Spreading her arms wide, she looks to the sky and closes her eyes.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I love ye sister an’ we bae ready tae tear it down! Shieldmaidens dinna die aesy, we jess die bloody… an when we’re faced wit paeple like dis…
She looks back to the camera, opening her eyes and glaring hatefully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We dinna die at all! We walk intae this match as two o’ five wit th’ chance tae walk out th’ inaugural Mile High Wrestling Hardcore Champion! Look out, Lads, the girls bae back in town!
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Post by Gabriel Ohio on Aug 3, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -6
~*:... The Bard Continues The Tale... *~
“Here He Here He! Let us continue the tale that be a story for the ages! Gabriel is breaking bones and collapsing lungs with his fists and cracking skulls with his feet, but there are those who still do not heed thee warning. Some that still don't see! He will make them see!
I bet you find it hard to believe that Gabriel was not always this way. NO!
Sad, sad story. Put yer kids to bed for this is not one for the innocent ears to hear.
BARKEEP! More beer… "
~*:... The Beginning... *~
On his knees.
The chains hold up his arms.
The gashes, cuts, bruises, welts!
Is that bone supposed to be protruding from the skin like that?
Yet through the wounds, through the injuries his body is chiselled.
The muscular physique on show but his head hangs down.
Wait…are those chains….hooked into his flesh???
Yet he does not moan. He does not complain. Silent.
Gabriel is motionless.
“Do you remember? Do you?!!”
A voice breaks the silence.
A voice of a female, strong, piercing the ears with a the sharpness of a blade.
“I found you. I set you free!”
The wind blows violently. The ground is covered in snow and a blizzard is unleashing its fury upon this residential area. Cars are slowly getting buried, roads are hidden and the gardens are covered in a thick white blanket of snow. Weather warnings have been issued, and the weatherman promises a lot more to come. The winter weather has arrived very late. Inside the homes the central heating is on full blast, and many a man is saying thanks to the good lord for the invention of double-glazing windows! The temperature inside the homes is in sharp contrast to the temperature outside.
Except for one.
The derelict house on top of hill.
Long abandoned, this home was once a glorious house, boasting five bedrooms and multiple bathrooms. Now the only things attracted to this house are sheltering birds and wildlife. As per usual tales and legends emerged, designed to frighten small children, and to tantalize those seeking a method of earning a quick buck. For in these legends it boasts of hidden jewels in its basement, buried somewhere in the walls and smugglers used this as a place to hide loot and their cargo. Others say that the house is cursed. Cursed by spirits of the dead, haunting the very place they perished, through terrible means, most often the common tale uses murder as the likely option, as it is more intimidating than other methods such as an accident for example. Rumour has it that the house was built on a battlefield, which explain the myths about that old mansion. Goodness knows how long that for sale sign has been outside of it. People have visited the house, hoping to find a cheap investment, all have quickly vacated when they hear the rumours of the place.
Such a shame really.
There is one particular cruel tale that is whispered among the neighbourhood. The tale of father torturing his wife, the mother of his son, for whom he also brutalized. The story is often dismissed as folk lore, others know different, as the tale of Gabriel will forever be a part of the village. The tale that vows to break any good heart.
He sits in the corner, the boy. His legs crossed as he holds onto them with his hands, rocking backwards and forwards. His eyes are so distant. His mind? Full of distortion and torment in his eyes. His dreams. He thought that was all they were. They were not dream’s after all, but memories flickering. Such torment, such pain! His father, destroying his own mother with every foul kick, with every foul punch. His own father, striking his own son and launching him down the stairs. The very stairs he sits mere feet from. The father who once swore under the witness of god to love and to cherish his bride, and to love her unconditionally, and all he did was violate her. She tried to keep Gabriel safe. She tried to hide him.
He still found him.
WHAM! SMACK!
Each impact of his father’s blows against his mother brings a tear to the boy’s eyes. Each blow echoing in his mind. His mind now felt like it was being dragged through a giant rose bush, with each thorn drawing each memory out into the open, for Gabriel to witness once more the torment of his past.
The past that he hid with the help of psychiatrists, Hypnotists and many more. Now all those barriers of protection have broken. He remembers what happened next. He remembers his father exposing himself and forcing himself onto Gabriel’s mother. Even as a young child he knew what was happening. He knew that mommy couldn’t stop him. He also knew that he was too small to help. Father then did something to that little boy that should never happen. The images flashed before his eyes. Gabriel’s eyes. The sick grin on his father’s face as the boy, Gabriel screams.
Gabriel....he learned a lot that day.
He jumps to his feet.
Even the chains hooked so cruelly into his flesh strain to hold him. He does not show the pain on his face.
The rage on his face, and in his eyes. The fury coursing through his veins like a virus. A mind corrupted by evil. A mind emotionally wrecked by horrid experiences, bringing new meaning to the word torment.
Do you feel sorry for him? Do you feel like crying? Can you feel what he feels?
Words cannot explain what he is feeling. How would you feel if your father did that to you and your mother? Angry? Indeed. Gabriel is feeling that right now.
“Remember!”
…
“I love that bitch, once she is on her meds she cannot say no, ass to die for, hot too.”
“For fuck sake, you better have cleaned her up.”
“Relax doc, no one here to make a fuss, besides, she swallowed the evidence.”
“You sick bastard.”
“Hold on there doc, I am not the one who enjoys torturing them with scalpels and whatever else you do, so don’t try and fly with those wings little angel.”
“At least tell me you have been giving everyone their meds, the right dosage.”
“Yes I have, you getting stressed doc, maybe you should give Molly a visit.”
“Fuck you.”
“What is the story with this giant fruitcake anyways?”
“This John Doe turned up on my doorstep, literally like this. He is like a vegetable.”
“Oh well who gives a fuck anyways. You watching the wrestling?”
“Hell yeah, MHW just relaunched. Its going to be epic. They signed a few familiar names, Tyke Index, Samantha Hamilton, loads more.”
Gabriel’s eyes blink. Did he hear right? Tyke Index. Samantha Hamilton. He just did what to that girl???
Gabriel’s eyes narrow.
The anger on his face.
Suddenly the power goes out. A few frantic swear words are heard, then very loud screaming…
The backup generators kick in and the lights comeback on one by one. The orderly mutters “thank fuck for that!” before turning around. The doctor is gone.
“Doc?”
The orderly glances up and down the corridor, he notices instantly that the door to the Gabriel’s room is open. He runs. He runs into the room and is met with a gruesome sight.
The doctor is in a heap on the floor. The walls are decorated with the crimson red of blood. The orderly screams and turns around.
Gabriel grabs him around the throat, lifting him up and pinning him against the wall. He is nose to nose.
“You remind me of him…but thank you on giving me what I have been waiting for, my next destination.”
Gabriel smiles a wicked smile, the orderly cowers in fear.
“The doctor…is in session. Just what is on the agenda today? AAH! Evisceration!”
The lights black out again and the screams echo in the hallways.
A voice speaks.
“He remembers.”
~:…Same Old Same Old…:~
The snow is continuing to cover the grounds for miles in a white natural carpet. It is not as blizzardy now however, but more of a gentle snow shower. Gabriel looks up into the sky, the cloud cover seems to simulate the look of the ground, white and fluffy. The reaper of souls ventures out into the overgrown garden. He gently touches the overgrown grass softly, and the snow dusts off revealing a gentle green. The sun is slowly beginning to appear behind the hills. Dawn is approaching.
Only hours now before the destruction, I mean contest begins. He continues to wander down the overgrown path. He eventually arrives at an old, large pond. The pond is frozen over. Gabriel crouches down onto his knees. He reaches into the pond and scoops the thin layer of ice up into his hands. He then stands and turns around with a smile on his face.
Gabriel pulls a lighter out of his pocket. Igniting it, he places the flame under the thin layer of ice that he picked up from the pond. Slowly but surely the ice melts, until it is no more than the water it originally was.
Was that flicker of glee in the eye of Gabriel?
Most Likely.
Gabriel stops and sits by the frozen waters edge. The flame of the lighter is shrinking, the gas running low. Gabriel smiles. He watches as the flame shrinks within itself and expires.
Gabriel's words echo in the ears, intent felt with every word.
Just what is it going to take for people to open their eyes?
One thing is for sure.
Gabriel is going to enjoy finding out.
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