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Post by The BombTrax on Jul 22, 2016 4:58:38 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Tag Rules Apply:
Two handler Tag Teams may post once for each character. Single Handler Tag Teams may post twice for their tag team.
No rules prohibit collaboration on posts, so feel free to go crazy.
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday August 3rd, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, August 2nd, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Tag Match
Black Jack Colter & Roscar versus Caroline O'Hara Burchill & Anastasia Hayden
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Post by roscar on Aug 2, 2016 12:19:31 GMT
Roscar's diary
July 22nd 2016
I'm shit. My whole body hurts. And that's the least. I lost last night. I lost in my debut. It doesn't matter that I was really good in this match. So was the others. To kill the demons inside me and prove everyone who said I ain't gonna make it wrong, I have to do more than just being really good. I have to be flawless. I have to succeed.
Last night, as I said I put a fine performance. It was an exciting match, but the point was winning and I didn't achieve it. I had to be faster, more effective and the list goes on and on. And the annoying thing, is that I know, that I can do better than this. I know that I'm the best fucking wrestler in the whole world. I have, what the pro wrestling industry wants. I have what it needs.
People may be talking shit about me and saying that I'm a cocky bastard with a really big ego. You know something? I don't care. These ignorant idiots can't understand real talent, even if it punches them in their face. I'm the Greek God Roscar and they're total zeros compared to me. So fuck them!
These two weeks prior to WICKED #16, are the perfect chance for me to get ready for my next match. My chance to improve all my current imperfections and to learn how to avoid the mistakes, I did the last week. Every day, I wanna improve my self, so I can be the best of the best. And that's the only dream, I've ever had.
My only dream is to be remembered throughout the years and to be a legend of pro wrestling. I want my name to be written in history of pro wrestling as the perfect one. As the legit Greek God. All the little kids, who love pro wrestling should dream of becoming like me. And that's all! That's the fucking truth.
My dream might be rather inconsistent with what I said earlier, about not caring if most fans like me. I just don't care about now, I care about the future. People might realise my talent after a lot of years. It's ok! For now, I'll just do whatever I have to do to make my dream come true, even if it makes some hate me now. I might be ahead of my time, like some prodigies, who were considered crazy by their contemporaries. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm some kind of prodigy, but I have the potential to become the best in the whole fucking world at what I do.
I'm craving some alcohol right now. And not just now, all the time. And the worst thing is that I can't afford to go to a shrink. That's the only reason I am writing at this diary. The Greek Freak doesn't want to spare his time with child games, but at the time being, it helps me forget about the alcohol. It helps keep me focused at my goal and that's all that I care about right now.
Roscar's House 2nd August 2016
It's morning. You can tell, because of the beams of sunlight, that are coming through the closed window shutters. That little light makes possible to see the interior of the room. It's a small, dirty, old appartement. A lot of beer cans and some empty whiskey bottles are all around the room. Dirty plates, pans and glasses cover the kitchen surface and the sink. The room has a small TV and a sofa bed is straight accros the TV. Roscar is sleeping on the sofa bed. Nothing can be heard, except a light snoring.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPThe loud and annoying sound of an alam clock beeping, disturbs the silence. Roscar, annoyed, tries to reach the alarm clock, which is on his bedside table. The bedside table. is full of garbage and empty beer cans. As he tries to reach the alarm clock and shut it down, he sweeps off some of the garbage. before closing the alarm clock. Then, he moans and tries to get up. Roscar: "Why the fuck waking up is so fucking hard? Every single fucking time. But, I have to wake up. I have to go to the gym and there's no way I'm missing it."He gets up and he heads straight to the bathroom. He opens the tap and puts his head under the running water. After a few moments, he closes the tap and stars wiping his face with a towel. Then, he pours some toothpaste on his toothbrush. Roscar: "When I decided to start eating healthy, to cut down my drinking and to bust my ass off at the gym, for these two weeks, before WICKED #16, I didn't know it would be that hard. Eating healthy? No problem, even though it's really expensive, but somehow I make ends meet. Working out most of the time? I love it.
But, cutting down my drinking is fucking hard. It's really difficult. I still drink 5 or 6 beers every day, but compared to what I was drinking before, thi is nothing. It doesn't affect me at all. And the bad thing, is that when I was drunk, I could sleep easier. Alcohol somehow makes my inner demons shut up. It has some kind of weird power on me."He starts brushing his teeth. When he stops brushing his teeth, he wipes his mouth and gets out of the bathroom. Now, he is heading for the kitchen. Roscar: "Now, I've got to eat something before going to the gym. It's really important. Let's cook some shit, 'cause if my trainer learns I'm eating shitty foods, he's gonna fucking roar at me. But first, I must put some music on."Roscar grabs his mobile phone and starts looking at his music library. He chooses a song and it's Dead Kennedy's "Too Drunk To Fuck". The hardcore punk tunes make Roscar go crazy. He is pogo dancing around his appartement. When he stops the pogo dance, he goes straight to the kitchen, opens the fridge and grabs a carton of eggs, some fruits and a carton of milk. Roscar: "My breakfast consists of two whole boiled eggs, six egg whites, a couple of fruits, a glass of milk with oatmeal and a protein shake, made of 3 egg whites, almond milk, frozen bananas, some ice and stevia."While Roscar was talking, he was preparing his breakfast. Now, he puts his protein shake ingredientsin the blender and starts making it. When it;s ready, he pours it inside a cup and puts on his table along with all the others things he's gonna eat. He starts eating, but a loud noise interrupts him. DING DONG DING DONG
Roscar gets up and heads to the door. He opens the door and on the other side is a pretty girl. She has black hair and big green eyes. She hugs Roscar. Roscar: "Oh hey babe! You came a bit early. Come inside, I'm still eating."She nods positively and gets inside the appartement. She seems kinda shocked by the room's mess. She walks inside the room Girl: "Your place is disgusting. Have you ever thought of cleaning this mess?"Roscar starts laughing with the girl's comments about his appartement. He goes back to the kitchen and continues eating his breakfast. Roscar: "I'm too bored babe. I may clean after WICKED #16, 'cause I have too many things to do now."
Girl: "Did you finish your breakfast? We've got to go to the gym."Roscar gets up from the table, approaches the girl and kiss her. Roscar: "Let's go! I have to make a video for PAW. Something short, but capale of presenting the real Greek Freak to PAW's fans. But you baby, you have to wait a little longer. It's not the right time to be revealed. Just wait a little bit."Roscar opens the door and they exist the appartement. Roscar locks the door.
The scene opens and we can see Roscar sitting in a chair in the middle of a big room, holding a microphone. The room must be a gym, as we can see in the background weightlifting benches and exercise equipment. Roscar stares for a couple seconds the camera and then he raises his arm in order to wave at the fans watching this segment.
He brings the microphone to his lips.
Roscar: "Hey bitches!! Roscar is here in PAW and I can assure you, that I'll kick some ass. The Greek God's presence in PAW is a gift to all you people, 'cause now you can watch the most charismatic and the most destructive wrestler of all time. So praise the Lord, 'cause you have the chance to witness live the rise of the best wrestler of all times.
One day, you'll realise that you're so lucky seeing me wrestling in my early years. So appreciate the moment."
Roscar pauses for a moment. He gets up from his chair and looks straight into the camera.
Roscar: "Unfortunately, my debut didn't come up as I expected it.I didn't manage to get the pin, so I lost. It was a fucking disappontement for me. It was pretty important for me, but I can't change the past. Whatever happened, can't be changed. I'll just have to live with it. My mind, must now be set in to winning my second match here at PAW. A tag team match.
As it seems, I have to team up with Black Jack Colter. But that's shit. Everyone saw, that we had a little... fight with him in this match. That motherfucker, almost broke my nose. At least, he tasted the pain that the 7 Deadly sins have to offer and he've learned from his experience to not fuck with me, 'cause I'm a bad motherfucker."
Roscar starts walking around the room, looking in front of him. He high-fives with a guy and then he keeps walking. His head is looking straight ahead and not at the camera.
Roscar: "As you may know, I've spent most of my time wrestling in big promotions as a member of a tag team. So it's easy for me to cooperate with other people and I know a few tricks, so I can make things like this work. For example, I know that when you're fighting along someone for the first time, you should be an individualist as mmuch as a team player. It's really important to do your best and not expect your ally to do everything.
And that's exactly, what I'm gonna do today. I just hope that Colter won't do anything stupid, 'cause even if I wanna win so badly, I can't control easily my temper. And things are gonna become ugly that way. That's a promise man."
Suddenly, Roscar turns his head and looks to the camera. His face looks really serious.
Roscar: "A FUCKING PROMISE."
Roscar's face goes back to normal.
Roscar: "And one last thing. As some of may know, before a few days a friend of mine betrayed me. He backstabed, 'cause he's a fucking coward and a fiend. So fuck him and fuck everyone else. People are always betraying me. From now on, the Greek Freak cares only about his self. I'll be the lone wolf. No friends or allies. Everyone will be considered just a colleague, nothing else."
Roscar turns his back to the camera and the camera fades out.
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Post by Caroline O'Hara Burchill on Aug 3, 2016 21:19:56 GMT
HOLA! OOC NOTE HERE!
This RP is absolute booty. Definitely not my proudest work, as I've been experiencing writer's block and struggled to let the words flow right out of me. It's probably going to be cringey, but I tried my best. Also, I apologize for waiting until the last day to post AGAIN. I'll definitely try to improve on that and get my RPs up as soon as possible from now on. Good luck guys! |
I've got fire for a heart
I'm not scared of the dark
 
Breathe in, breathe out.
The tension that stiffened her muscles soon began to melt away, and Caroline would feel herself becoming more relaxed. However, she was far from ever feeling completely satiated. After all, she's just coming back from a disappointing showing at WICKED #15. It was clear to see that Caroline O'Hara Burchill was heated from the idea of not coming out the victor of her match, and she now has a loss accredited to her name. She had everything to gain from that match, and she felt that tonight was going to be her night. This was her match to win. She spent months upon months rigorously training and preparing for what was supposed to be her homecoming. However, someone else snatched that away from her, and to Caroline, it was the end of the world to her. How was she supposed to deal with this? How could she be pleased with herself when she failed to accomplish something that was going to place her on the map and make her destined for greatness? This wasn't what was supposed to happen. She was to have her hand raised, bringing forth the celebration that was set for her and her alone, but now? She had her back against the wall; hands clenched tightly and eyes shut as she tried to come to terms with how she lost. She just couldn't accept it at all. Failure was just not an option, and Caroline was honestly expecting things to be different for her this time around.
Unfortunately, The Queen was now experiencing a major setback that would put a damper on her plans. The foundation of her kingdom was crumbling, and everything seemed to be tumbling down on to her.
"This is horseshit.", the young woman uttered out hoarsely as her distressed eyes opened up to look at the ceiling. "I had that match won, but that little asshole had to steal what was mine and took it with her."
The "little asshole" in question was Anastasia Hayden - the woman who emerged victorious in the opening match of the night. Hayden was certainly an impressive talent, even though Caroline's own ego would prohibit her from ever admitting it openly. Salty? Yes, undoubtedly. However, Caroline absolutely detested her as she thought that she was the one that should've won the match. If she hadn't been so focused on Colter and inadvertently made the both of them go over the top rope, then she would be the one to secure the pinfall victory. She considered Anastasia's win a "fluke" and that it was all based on luck rather than from skill. But hey, that's Caroline O'Hara Burchill for you. She was never one to admit that an individual was the better competitor in the match, and honestly, she didn't care how talented they actually were. Now, everyone was going to inevitably praise the self-proclaimed "Future Champion" while The Immaculate One was going to be pushed to the side. She wasn't going to stand for that. She refused to be an afterthought; to be considered a flickering flame that could never transform into a raging fire. It was something that was never going to sit well with her.
"Caroline?"
The soft voice of a woman would ring out, instantly gaining the attention of the highly-upset Burchill. As Caroline turned her head toward the direction of where the voice resonated from, she would see the familiar individual that was walking up towards her. "What is it?" The Aussie asked, eyes now harshly fixated at the woman that stood before her. The unexpected tone of her voice would have Amy Scottsfiern arch a brow, unsure about why Caroline was in such a sour mood.
"Um, are you alright?", Amy asked, genuinely concerned. However, Caroline scoffed and chuckled, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. "I don't know Amy, do you think that I would be alright after losing a match?"
Amy had been oblivious to the fact that Caroline lost, as she was running late to the event from being preoccupied with other things. She missed the whole match, so when Burchill broke the news to her, she was definitely surprised.
"Really? Damn... I'm sorry to hear that, Caroline."
"Yeah, yeah.", Caroline sighed, releasing the grip of her hand to brush off the strands of hair that were clinging onto her sweat-covered forehead. "Some stupid little weasel got the pin. Luckily, I wasn't the one who got my ass kicked and ate the pin."
"Well, you win some and you lose some. We can't change time and go back to that now.", Amy shrugged. "It's a damn shame, but we'll just have to step over that minor issue and make sure that it doesn't happen again."
All of a sudden, Burchill gave Amy an icy glare; every fiber of herself tensing up yet again. "You make it sound as if that's easy to do. I was supposed to win this match. This is not how I wanted to start things off here." Clearly, Burchill wasn't accepting of that. She was really looking to win the match, and whenever something doesn't go as plan, it would forever leave a mark on the young woman. However, Amy didn't seem to get that. She simply sighed and rolled her eyes, sensing that her words somehow violated Caroline.
"I understand that, Caroline. I know how important it was to you to win this one, but you didn't. You lost, and someone else came out on top. You're just gonna have to deal with it."
"Getting over it" was not in Caroline's nature. So, when Amy broke it down to her like that, Caroline became even more annoyed. "No, I'm not going to get over it! This was going to be my night, but some irrelevant trash just had to take it all away from me and they're now hogging all the spotlight. This is unacceptable!"
"Well, what are we supposed to do? You wanna go to Munin, explain to her how the match was rigged and that you were supposed to win the match? Do you wanna lose your damn job all because you can't take a loss? As a matter of fact, everyone is going to ridicule you for that. For someone who likes to refer to themselves as a Queen, you act like such a damn crybaby whenever things don't go your way."
"Just..."
Of course, Amy was absolutely right. Caroline was being a sore loser, and it certainly wasn't looking good on her part. However, being a very stubborn and adamant individual, Caroline wasn't willing to admit to Amy that she was right. She quickly snapped her mouth shut, unable to come up with a viable retort. Instead, the Aussie heaved a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." Caroline mumbled underneath her breath and walked past Amy; her shoulder brushing along Amy's. She didn't say anything as she grabbed her belongings and made her way out of the arena. Amy, who was slightly shocked at Caroline's abrupt exit, didn't call out to her. She simply turned around and watched as her client left, clearly upset. Amy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she mumbled to herself.
"And here we go again with this crap..."
Indeed, Amy Scottfiern. Indeed.
 
She was going to be teaming alongside the woman that she thought was undeserving of winning and snubbed her.
In all honesty, Caroline was close to not appearing at the show at all. She wanted to call Munin and protest to her about the match making decisions that were made. It was absolutely awful and Caroline didn't want to be part of it all. Everything about the match infuriated her, and she thought that it was in poor taste that she would be placed in such a disparaging position. However, when Caroline expressed her displeasure to Amy and wanted out of the match, an argument ensued and Amy went as far as to threaten Caroline that she was going to make the PAW management revoke her contract if she didn't participate in the match. It was a tense situation, and as much as Caroline was absolutely vivid, she eventually gave up and agreed to show up for her match. Clearly, Caroline wasn't happy at all, but she had no choice. She worked hard for so many months preparing for her return to the ring, so she sure as hell wasn't going to be kicked to the curb. After all, PAW was the only wrestling promotion that was willing to sign Burchill. Everyone else just flat out refused to take her in. If Burchill was released, she would have nowhere to go to. She would find herself back in limbo with her career, and she didn't want to go back to that.
So, the Aussie had been training as usual, treating this match like any other. Even though she wasn’t happy at all about it, she had to go into the match and win it. She had to make up for her loss at Wicked #15, but she wasn’t going to let Hayden be the one to secure the victory for them. Caroline planned on being the one to gain the win. Sure, she was being absolutely petty with that kind of mindset, but she didn’t want any more attention being drawn to her tag team partner. In her mind, Caroline thought that it would be absolutely embarrassing and disgraceful to her if Hayden was the one to win the match for them. She didn’t want that at all.
She wasn’t going to play nice. She didn’t give a damn if this was a tag team match. She’ll work with Hayden, but in the end, Caroline was looking to be the more dominating athlete by comparison. Caroline wanted to ingrain in the mind of Anastasia Hayden that the Queen herself was the one responsible for their win.
A small smile graced her lips as she thought about that to herself, striking the punching bag that was helplessly swaying all over the place. The idea greatly amused her. Was she being a bit too obsessive about being the more impressive-looking wrestler? Absolutely. However, Caroline wanted to be noticed. She wanted to be the rising star that everyone was going to be talking about, and she came here to make a statement. Even if the idea of her being the sole Superwoman of her team was completely imbecilic, she didn't care.
That's just how she is.
You've never seen it look so easy
Nobody can drag me down
 ♚ I MAY NOT BE A TEAM PLAYER   "WICKED #15 was going to mark my revival. It was going to be a glorious event for me, but that never came into fruition. Admittedly, it messed with me quite a bit, because I was heading into the match with victory in my main line of sight. However, things didn't go as plan and everything got screwed. One minute I was so close to ending the match, and then the next minute the bell rang and Anastasia Hayden was named the victor of the bout. I was absolutely livid, so when I saw the card for WICKED #16 and I laid my eyes on this particular match, I couldn't believe it. I was upset, and I was even close to not participating in this match at all. It was just conflicting for me. In addition, this match is going to mark the first time I've ever been in a tag team match in my career. I am not used to working alongside another individual since I've always been the type of person to solely focus on myself. This concept of teamwork is completely foreign to me, but eventually, I just sucked it up and accepted the fact that I had to come. Even if I don't approve of it, I have to win this one if I want to set off on the right foot. Besides, I have a lot to gain from this match and this could very well help catapult me to where I want to be."
"So, Roscar and Colter, you two are going to be the stepping stones that will be laid down before me. I may not be a team player, but that's not gonna stop me from beating you two."
"I'm sure that the two of you thought that you were going to see brighter days. I'm sure that the two of you thought that you would somehow go back to the swing of things and try to rebound from what happened at WICKED #15. Surely you two thought that you would go through different paths in your careers and make up for what you couldn't do. However, your paths will yet again merge together as you will both come to a screeching halt. You see, I'm going to be the one who's going to seal the deal on this match as I'm going to walk into this match and decimate the two of you. My tag team partner might have been the one to be the star in her own Cinderella story and walked out victorious, but I was right about one thing: None of you could ever pin my shoulders to win the match. That same sentiment is going to hold true tomorrow night as I will walk out of the match unscathed, and I will be damned if I let the two of you pull off the victory."
"I held my own against the two of you in our match at the last WICKED event. I said that my exemplary skills were going to show through in that match, and I definitely delivered. Sure, actually winning the match would have been the sweet, delectable cherry on top to make the sundae feel complete, but I can always make up for that. You two are going up against Hayden and myself. There's absolutely no chance for you guys. To her credit, Hayden can kick your fucking heads in whereas I can make you choke and tap out. Those two lethal ingredients together combine to give you a recipe for disaster. Roscar, you definitely knew what that felt like. You knew how it felt when my grip around your throat was mercilessly tight and restricted any bit of oxygen that tried to fill your lungs. You know first hand what it was like to gasp desperately and try to cling on to the bit of air that was being expelled out of you. I was close to making your pathetic ass give up, but then your annoying ass boyfriend had to intervene and cost me the match. Speaking of which, let's go on to Mr. Colter himself. Colter, I absolutely fucking detest you. You just had to stick your nose in and get involved in something that you shouldn't have ruined. If it weren't for you, I'd be the one with a win under my belt right now. I would be the one to have all the bragging rights and praise, but you just had to be that one fool who had to spoil the party. No worries though. I can always kick your ass and make you pay for what you've done."
"Like I've said before and I'll say it again, the two of you are absolutely beneath me. You both came, saw and attempted to conquer me, but I was just too damn good. I was quicker, smarter, and better than you. I easily evaded your attempts and I overwhelmed you guys. Hell, I was by far the most dominating-looking competitor in that entire match! For the majority of the match, everything played out in my favor, and even though I lost, I still looked better than all of you. I'm no slouch, and I'm definitely not the type of person that's just going to take a loss easily. The two of you are practically coming into this match like little lambs ready to get slaughtered by a lithesome lion. There's no way you're gonna win. This is a mismatch. You're going to get your asses handed to you, and you're just going to nothing more but smear marks in the ring."
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Post by Black Jack on Aug 4, 2016 2:30:17 GMT
"21" Pearl River Resort Choctaw, Mississippi "I was under the impression you'd given up gambling."Keeping his stride, Jack Colter glances at Bobby Franchise out of the corner of his eye before chuckling. As the two men make their way into the casino lobby, Jack plucks a red sobriety token from the breast pocket on his black collared shirt and flips it into the air for the old man to catch. Jack Colter: "One vice at a time."As Bobby studies the token in his hand, Jack taps him on the chest. Jack Colter: "We'll save the world another day."Jack resumes his trek into the casino lobby. Bobby closes a fist over the token and moves quickly to keep pace with Jack. Jack Colter: "Giving up gambling - that's a false construct, an idea solely devised to sell books. And the only reason it works is because it targets a demographic that is inherently bad with their money. But, you know... no one really 'quits' gambling, Bob. They just cash out for a while. I thought you'd have learnt that in your advanced age."Swept up in the spectacle of humans being herded like cattle, Bobby looks around the bustling casino. Bobby Franchise: "I guess that's why I have money and you don't."Bobby studies the casino, taking in all the sights. Even amidst the obnoxious lights, his rainbow colored madras sports coat sticks out like a sore thumb in a crowd of hundreds, while Jack Colter fades into the crowd. In fact, he seems to disappear entirely. Bobby looks to his left to find he's talking to an elderly woman drving a mobility scooter. And while she seems interested in the topic of Bobby's money, that's just not the connection he's looking for tonight. The woman inches closer with her walker before Bobby sidesteps to narrowly avoid a catostrophic collision at the speed of molasses. Franchise squints into the crowd. Bobby Franchise: "Jack?"Bobby is soon swallowed by a mass of humanity. He cranes his neck around to get a lay of the land. To his left are the penny slots. That's where the gold digger in the mobility scooter is headed. Immediately ahead is the roulette wheel with a toupeed croupier selling his snake oil to some tourists. And to his right is the casino cage. That is where he spots Jack. "Excuse me," Bob bellows out to no one in particular before bulling his way through the crowd. Even at the tender age of 62, the old man's muscular frame allows him to brush through the normal folk with relative ease, albeit a bit too late to save Jack Colter from himself. Jack turns to see a slack-jawed Bobby Franchise leering at him as the cashier pushes a stack of chips through the hole in the glass. Jack Colter: "The penny slots are back the way you came from, old-timer."Bobby Franchise: "Tell me you didn't do what I think you just did."Jack confirms his suspicion with a sly grin. He had just flipped his entire PAW signing bonus for casino chips. Bobby is left shaking his head. Bobby Franchise: "Need I remind you that you came here with nothing?"Jack scoops the chips up in his hand and gives them a shake. Jack Colter: "All the more reason to leave here with double."A look of anguish washes over Bobby's face as the gambler steps away from the cage and beelines it toward the roulette wheel. Bobby Franchise: "You know I'm not here to bail you out. You lose, that's on you."Jack Colter: "Wouldn't have it any other way, boss."This does little to ease Franchise's mind and he scurries behind Black Jack to talk some sense into him. Bobby Franchise: "So what's the deal then? You just hate the feeling of two coins scratching together in your pocket?"For the first time, Franchise has Colter's attention. Jack stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder at the old man. Jack Colter: "I made a promise and I've got to find some way to fulfill it."Bobby Franchise: "Really? So your plan is to plant the seed for your goddaughter's college education in some backalley casino in Bumsfuck, Mississippi?"Jack Colter: "Bingo... Hey, there's another game for a man your demographic."Bobby Franchise: "There's other ways to go about this."Jack rattles the casino chips around in his hand. Jack Colter: "I'm listening."Bobby Franchise: "Ever tried coming about it honestly?"Jack winces. Jack Colter: "A curtain jerker's salary just doesn't stack up to that championship purse I missed out on. Gotta make it up somehow."Colter closes in on the roulette wheel, nervously rolling the chips through his hand. Before the croupier with the toupee can even launch into his spiel, Jack has the sum of his chips stacked neatly on the black marker on the table. Jack Colter: "Everything on black."Colter takes a seat at the table and removes his baseball cap, resting it on his knee. The croupier nods and picks up the ball from its resting place on the last spin. Jack nervously.bobs his knee up and down as he watches. Just as the man is about to drop the ball into the spinning roulette wheel, Jack holds his index finger in the air. Jack Colter: "Wait wait wait."The croupier furrows his brow as Jack rifles through his shirt pockets in search of something. He mutters obscenities to himself as the search proves fruitless in his shirt, then he begins to pat down his pants. The croupier is growing impatient as more and more spectators surround the table. Finally, with a look of relief on his face, Jack turns around on the stool and extends his hand toward Bobby Franchise, his palm held upright. Bobby squints at the gambler before Jack offers some guidance. Jack Colter: "The token."Bobby looks down to his right hand, where the sobriety token is still firmly in his grasp. He lifts his hand and drops the red token into Jack's. Jack flips it into the air and catches it before snapping it down onto the table on top of his casino chips. The croupier is rather flummoxed by this development. Croupier: "That... that is not a real casino chip, sir."Jack Colter: "And that's not your real hair, but I didn't fucking rib you about it."The croupier's cheeks grow red as Bobby steps closer to Jack. Bobby Franchise: "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"Jack Colter: "Well, hell, if I lose this, I'm gonna need a drink."Bobby Franchise: "What happened to one vice at a time?"Jack Colter: "I've got plenty on deck. Don't worry, old man."As the two harass one another, the croupier drops the ball into the spinning roulette wheel. Jack and Bobby watch the ball roll around the wheel intently. Soon it tumbles down into the lower section of the wheel before settling into a pocket on th wheel. Bobby feels the breath of about five particularly nosey spectators on his neck as they lean in to see the result. And then he sees Jack breathe a huge sigh of relief in front of him. Croupier: "Black 2."The croupier pushes an equal stack of chips towards Jack's. Jack spins around to face Bobby with a self-satisfied grin. Jack Colter: "Double or nothing?"Bobby Franchise: "No."Bobby grabs the baseball hat resting on Jack's knee and scoops the chips off the table and then walks off as Jack begins to laugh. Once he realizes Bobby is actually leaving, Jack leaps from his stool and jogs to catch up with the old man. Jack Colter: "Oh, come on, Bob. You already got your 10%."Bobby Franchise: "It's not about that. You do want some of this money to make it into your goddaughter's hands, right?"Colter grabs ahold of the baseball cap. Jack Colter: "That and more."The old man refuses to release his grip. Jack Colter: "You wanna know why I stepped away from the game for a while? Every casino in Vegas 86'd me. They don't do that because you're bad at gambling. That's not it. Trust me, they love bad gamblers. They kick you out when you're too good."Bobby finally relinquishes his hold on the cap and Jack pulls it in, turning on his heels to walk across the lobby. Bobby follows in tow. Bobby Franchise: "So they caught you cheating."Jack narrows his eyes on Bobby and looks around the casino to make sure none of the employees are nearby to hear that buzzword. He lowers the volume in his voice. Jack Colter: "Let's not romanticize a con just because it's institutionalized. There's no honor in gambling. The house is out to cheat you out of your money and you'd be stupid not to return the favor. It's not so much cheating as softening the odds."Bobby Franchise: "That didn't help you much in your debut in PAW."Jack Colter: "Yeah, well, a five-way match presents some long odds no matter how you slice it."Bobby Franchise: "You're a gambler. Christ, you just put your entire paycheck on black. You should be familiar with toying with long odds."Jack Colter: "Spoken like a bad gambler."Jack and Bobby finally arrive at a door at the back. Bobby watches as Jack leans in and whispers something to a security guard. The man looks over at his colleague and the colleague nods and opens the door. Jack waves Bobby over and Bobby follows behind him through the door but a security guard stops the camera man. Security Guard: "Are we going to allow a camera in there?"Casino Worker: "With that amount of money? Absolutely."The security guard shrugs and steps out of the way of the camera man. The camera man steps into the nearly vacant room. There is but one croupier at the blackjack table, along with another man sitting at the table, alongside Jack and Bobby. Bobby Franchise: "They really rolled out the red carpet for you. What did you tell him?"Jack Colter: "I told him I was in the betting mood."Jack pours the contents of his hat on the table and shuffles the chips around, stacking them up in front of him on the table. The player at the end of the table stares in awe. Player: "What the fuck? You're betting all of that?"Jack Colter: "No."Jack pulls the sobriety token from the center of the stack and puts it back into his breast pocket. Jack Colter: "Not that one."The croupier himself seems to be taken aback by the large bet on the table, but proceeds to deal anyway. By the time he's done dealing, Jack is left with a shit-eating grin on his face. The player at the end of the table seems a bit unnerved by this response. Player: "What's he got?"As the croupier is about to answer, Black Jack cuts him off. Jack Colter: "Don't worry about it. What do you got, champ?"The camera pans over to reveal a Queen of diamonds and the King of hearts. Jack Colter: "Look at this. This represents the ever-charming Queen Caroline."The blackjack player looks confused as Jack looks back to the camera. Jack Colter: "Caroline would gladly proclaim me shit and then proceed to narrate the last six months of my life in a lazy attempt to reduce my career to a blip on the radar so it's on a level playing field with hers. I mean, let me get this straight. This girl is 21 years old and took a year hiatus already. I've had longer colds than this bitch's career and she has the gall to compare her career to mine? The public school system has really fucked us all with their self-esteem bullshit. You are not a special snowflake, Queen Caroline, and two tweens posting a .gif of you on tumblr does not denote the Internet breaking at the news of your return. Fuck, it wouldn't even matter if it did. Your supposed popularity is not going to win you any fights in that ring."The blackjack player stares blankly at Black Jack as he leans over to look over his cards again. Jack Colter: "And if the Queen represents Caroline then this must represent Anastasia Hayden."The camera pans over to view the King of hearts once more. Player: "Is he gonna talk this whole fucking time?"Jack goes on to prove that he is. Jack Colter: "Anastasia Hayden, the chick who so achingly wants to prove that she's over Monarchy Wrestling that she spends all of her time talking in circles about how little it means to her now. She is so desperate to prove that she's above it that she defines herself by it. Oh, delicious irony. The Potemkin village was more sincere. Convincing, Anastasia is not, but I have to give credit where credit is due. She took home the win in the much heralded PAW debut match. Hayden exploited the weak link. She played the game perfectly and I applaud her for it. But I don't lose many games in a row, Hayden. You'll soon come to learn this."Jack leans back over in his chair. Player: "So what do you have?"Jack Colter: "Oh? Me? Blackjack."Colter holds up the Jack of clubs and the Ace of spades, as the croupier dishes him the payout. Jack holds the cards up for the camera to see. Jack Colter: "The Ace? This could be you, Roscar. You're the wildcard in this game. You know what I bring and you can either help me or you can hurt me. The choice is really yours."Jack scoops up his chips as Bobby breathes a sigh of relief. He steps away from the table, leaving the other player to finally finish his hand. Jack Colter: "I know everyone in this fucking company loves to paint us with broad strokes as 'BFW buddies'. Or they label us losers for being associated with company that's shut down, even after they highlight their own firings from other dead companies or brag about their failures in championship matches like it's a fucking badge of honor. But what's dead is dead. I didn't come here to relive the halcyon days or harp on missed opportunities. I did not come to PAW to represent BFW. My flag waving days are long since dead. School spirit just doesn't stick with you through your forties."Jack turns around to look at Bobby, who is lurching behind him in the distance. Jack Colter: "I think we can both agree on that, right old man?"Franchise nods his head sarcastically as Jack turns back around to face the camera. Jack Colter: "Fuck, I wouldn't care if I never heard those three letters in succession ever again. I guess what I'm saying, Roscar, is that if you choose you get in my way, our roots aren't going to save you. I'm just not the sentimental type. You fuck me over, your head will just be the next in line for The Guillotine."Jack and Bobby walk past the camera. The sounds of the casino are briefly audible as the door opens and closes. And then silence. |
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Post by Anastasia Hayden on Aug 4, 2016 3:17:29 GMT
 Cause relationships are overrated
Maybe I'm just tired and jadedRegardless of what anyone says, the traveling is the worst part of professional wrestling. Not the politics, the drama, or anything else that comes with it. Traveling. From Louisiana to London to Japan and back to Louisiana, Anastasia Hayden was starting to feel the effects of all the trips starting to set in. The breaks between the PAW Wicked tapings meant there was more opportunity to take bookings in between shows, but more importantly, it also meant there was more downtime for Ana. Two matches down in July might as well have been a infinite amount to Anastasia. She sat in the hotel bathroom, multiple ice packs wrapped around her legs and arms all while still in her workout gear. Her body bordering a breakdown after two matches wasn’t exactly the plan she had in mind when she returned to the ring, but that’s just an occupational hazard. There was a sense of relief in knowing the more she got beat up in the ring, the easier it’d be to treat the pain. Of course, at least until it starts to stack up, but for now, she knew she was coasting her way to a happy medium. As she rested her head against the cold porcelain, all she could think about was wrestling. A rare joy in her life, one she could enjoy while in complete agony in the bathtub. Though, her trip to Japan soured that for her. Making her return and winning her debut in PAW filled Ana with enough joy to mask the fact that she’d have to travel to Japan a few days later to wrestle against an old friend. She winced in the tub, a mixture of the bruising and the thought of that “old friend”. Terry McKenna. The first real friend Ana made once she arrived in England. A reluctant friendship for her, as most are, but she let her walls down when it came to Terry. It wasn’t England where they first met. Ana rubbed the side of her temples as she regrettably remembered the bits and pieces of an awkward one night stand back years ago. When they met again, years after the fact, neither one spoke of the incident. Just an elephant in the room both parties were willing to leave. They both moved on with their lives, Terry was on the verge of proposing to his longtime girlfriend while Anastasia was starting a relationship of her own. Then the elephant came bursting through. One thing led to another, which ultimately led to Ana and Terry telling the significant other the whole ordeal. If it was any other two people, there probably wouldn’t be a problem and if it wasn’t wrestling, it’d be even better. Since Anastasia and Terry saw each other on a weekly basis, trust wasn’t enough, especially since they both kept the secret buried for so long. And that’s when Terry vanished while Ana had given up on wrestling entirely. Meeting for the first time in months in a wrestling match in Japan wasn’t the ideal reunion. Ana didn’t even want to say anything to Terry. He was just gone. He left behind his fiancee, he left behind his friends, and his students. Anastasia couldn’t help, but carry a portion of that burden. After all, she was half of the reason why everything went so sour. She didn’t want to shoulder that burden, but it’s not like she’d have much of a choice. When it came time for the interviews and press conferences, Ana had to do her best to hold back and bite her tongue. It wasn’t just business, it wasn’t a match that she wanted anymore. It was personal and meant a lot more to her than just a normal match. When the match was done and she was crowned the victor, she didn’t want the match to be over. Part of her wanted to keep drilling kicks into Terry’s skull. For the most part, she was just glad it was over and it’d probably be some time before they would cross paths again. Still, that wasn’t going to stop her from thinking about Terry periodically. Though, tonight wasn’t about Terry. It was to recover and prepare her body for the next match. So she was thankful when her phone started to ring. A number popped up on her phone and she recognized the area code, Oklahoma. There was a risk that came with answering the phone. It could be one of Ana’s friends that she left behind or even worse, it could be an old flame trying to reach out to her. Not that either option was pleasing, but Ana needed some distraction from her thoughts and the pain. Reluctantly, she accepted the call and placed it on speakerphone. “Well, look who answered. Hello stranger.”A familiar voice came through and Ana let out a sigh of relief. Rose, an old wrestling friend that Ana had first met when she started training. Even in the beginning, Ana was a stranger to making friends, but Rose managed to slip through those cracks. One injury later and the two friends took different paths in life. Ana always carried a guilt with her that she got to continue pursuing her dream of being a wrestler while Rose had to just sit back and watch. Rose, on the other hand, had come to terms with it. She was happy living her life as a retired wrestler, but Ana wasn’t. Perhaps it was selfish of Ana or something else. Whenever someone had a misfortune in their life, she’d always try to find a way to make it about herself. She wouldn’t say anything to them, but instead bottle it up. Maybe it was just a self-hatred Anastasia had for herself. Whatever the reason may be, she was a bit happy to hear Rose’s voice come through the phone. “Yeah, I almost didn’t answer. How are you, Rose?”“About the same as I’ve always been. Peachy. A bit curious as to why you haven’t sent me anymore pictures of London lately.”Ana winced at the response. Prior to leaving Oklahoma for England, she made a promise to Rose to send her pictures of her journeys. Even Rose knew that Ana wouldn’t be able to talk or text on a regular basis or even a semi-regular basis. So the pictures were a nice compromise, but ever since her final match in Monarchy, those pictures stopped coming. Though, the tone of Rose’s voice seemed to indicate that wasn’t much of a surprise to her. “I’m sorry, Rose. I just...haven’t been myself lately.”“That’s weird considering you never seem to be yourself. I’m not mad, Ana. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead and I figured, since the dead can’t contact me...I need to contact the dead.”“I just haven’t been wrestling for a while. I just couldn’t find the motivation to go out if I wasn’t wrestling...and because of that, I didn’t take any pictures.”“Trust me, I would’ve appreciated the same picture of you sitting in your room for a few months. I know you’re determined of keeping everyone out, but you know how I feel about barriers. But tell me, how you’ve been.”“If only you could see me now. Sitting in a tub, covered in ice, and I think I might die, but other than that, I’m feeling fine.”There was a laugh from Rose, a laugh that caused Anastasia to form an actual smile. “Yeah, that sounds like the Ana Hayden I know. Barely surviving after...how many matches have you had?”“...Two.”An even louder laugh from Rose, this one causing Ana to roll her eyes. She didn’t quite appreciate being the butt of a joke, but she got used to that with Rose. “Though, I guess that’s fair. You were out for...two months? That’s not too bad. Glad to hear you’re fine.”“Is it though? I could’ve just stayed away from the ring, kept doing my fitness instructing day job in London, and probably live a very mediocre, but content life.”There was a pause on the other side. Ana possibly hitting an awkward nerve with Rose when it came to just giving up on wrestling. “You could have, but that’s not very exciting. Unless telling people how to properly do a pushup is your definition of ‘exciting’.”Rose was right. “It just...hurts to exist right now.”“Yeah, I think they call that life. Tell me, where have you wrestled so far?”“Japan...Louisiana.”“Bit of a culture clash, huh?”As Ana thought about it, it was a bit strange. Trotting from the States to England and then packing right back up for Japan. The wear and tear of traveling was harsh, but the adventure made up for it. Sometimes. “Something like that.”“You know, I’m gonna have to come down and see you in Louisiana. But how was Japan?”“Let’s not talk about Japan.”“Oh, come on, Ana.”“Let’s talk about you instead, you’re a lot more interesting. How’s the tattoo shop?”“Not going to work.”Ana fell silent. She didn’t really want to talk about Japan and keep thinking about Terry. “Sorry, dear. But come on, I’m probably never going to see Japan...as a wrestler anyways, so tell me about it.”“Fine. It was...something else. My second time there and it definitely went better the second time around. The fans, the wrestling. It was...great.”“I’m glad to hear that. I really am. How’s everything else been?”“Oh...you know, the usual.”“And if I know my Ana slang, that means something’s on your mind.”Again, Rose was right. You don’t travel with someone for a few years without picking up some of their behavior. “I’ve been thinking about things lately. Something’s just been...bothering me.”“Oh boy.”“Shut up. I’m being serious.”“Fine, fine. Continue.”“You know how people ask depressed people, ‘Hey, when was the last time you were happy?’ and then the other person gives that cliched answer, ‘Well, I can’t remember.’”“Right.”“See, I’m not like that. I can think of moments where I smile and I’m having fun, but that’s not what’s bothering me. What’s bothering me is, when I think of those times, am I genuinely happy? Or am I just happy to be distracted from my life, if only for a little bit?”“Fuck, Ana...that’s dark.”“I know...but it’s all I can think about anymore. Am I actually happy or am I just pretending to be? Am I ever going to be fucking happy without having to second guess it? Just...fuck.”Now, Ana’s voice is cracking and she’s on the verge of crying. “I can’t hold anything together, Rose. Not relationships, friendships, my career...not even myself.”“I wish I knew what to say to you, Ana. I wish I had those magic words to cheer you up...but I don’t. But you’re tough...even if you don’t think you are.”Ana didn’t say anything as she was too focused on trying not to cry. She already felt foolish for starting to crack over the phone and even more embarrassing was making Rose listen to it. “Hey...I’ve got an idea. I can push some appointments around, but how about I make a trip down and see you?”The response made Ana smile a bit. “Yeah?”“Yeah. I figure with you being so close and all...you need a girl’s night out. Or...something a little cooler than that. I’m going to let you go, so...take care long enough until I see you. Keep your head up, kid.”“Right, see you soon, Rose.”And with that, Rose hung up the phone while Anastasia just sat in the tub. She wiped away any traces of tears and did her best to compose herself. Another distraction in her life is what she needed. Wrestling would fill up the void and then getting to see Rose would fill up another slot. But she bit the inside of her cheek, upset at herself for showing weakness again. Although, she was more upset at the fact that she felt like she was dragging Rose into something. To make Rose be her impromptu crutch. Whether or not that was actually the case, Ana only saw it one way. That’s how she saw everything. ________ “My debut in PAW went perfectly. Not only did I win, but I got to embarrass opponent after opponent after opponent. Not only did everyone in PAW get a proper understanding of Anastasia Hayden, but they learned just how great I am. It doesn’t matter how many people I have to face or what I have to do to win...I can guarantee you that I will win. No one can hold me back, no one can hold me down. You line them up, I’ll take them down.”
“In fact, I’ll start taking them down one by one to get to the championship. To claim my rightful stake as the champion of PAW. Hell, send them in packs. Whatever you need to take me down, but I promise you...I’ll keep fighting. And I proved that last week. I’ll prove it this week. I’ll prove it next week. The thing about me is that...I never stop. It doesn’t matter what you put in front of me.”
“Of course, I say all of this, but I do have a problem this week. Whenever I fight, I always want to move forward. Advance. Continue to establish just how great I really am. Unfortunately, that’s not the case this week. Instead of getting to move on, I’m forced to stay stagnant. If I had it my way, I’d already be facing for the championship, but that’s not how things work out.”
“This go around I’m involved in a tag team with the cast from my last match. I have to prove myself again to them and I have to beat them again. I mean, I already beat them when the odds were stacked against me, as far as I’m concerned, this will be a walk in the park for me. However, the one element of these matches I can’t stand...I already know that I’ll be able to carry myself to victory...but can my partner?”
“The unknown variable in this match...I don’t like it. I have to carry a burden in this match, but that’s fine. The odds being against me isn’t anything new. I’m not bothered, as long as the little queenie wannabe Caroline stays out of my way. If you don’t do anything stupid, I’ll give us the victory. You just sit back, stay in your corner, and be the little winner you think you are. I’m courteous like that. I’ll do all the work and you can sit back to bask in the glory. I mean, after all, I gave you your first loss here in PAW, I’ll give you your first win too.”
“As for Jack and Roscar and whatever. I’m not bothered by you two. Already showed last time that I can beat you...now I get to do it again. While you two clowns were relaxing and wasting your time, I was busy winning in Japan. You two can sit, bitch and moan together all you want, but the fact is, I’m better than you both. I don’t need to prove it in PAW, I don’t need to even prove it against you two. You two can just sit back and watch me kill it wherever I go. I don’t need any validation for my greatness. I’m the Future Champion for a reason.” |
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