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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:37:30 GMT
Triple Threat Match Lola versus Trixie versus Luke Knux
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday March 30th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:38:03 GMT
We open to Stevie Harris, bruised and bandaged. A solemn look on his face as he contemplates life and loss. He’s always thinking of the next step, the next three actually. Many of his supporters that he had allowed to come live with him were locked up in jail due to the interference, Pure Amusement had seen to it that each and every one of them get charged with trespassing, assault and whatever else their connections in Purity PD could get to stick. He had been careful to hide their involvement in promos to not arouse suspicion and it had worked… Almost. Stevie looks up at the camera, eyes locked in and focused on you as it begins to slowly pull away. The camera speeds up as it pulls out of the room, turning down the hall and before long, it’s made its way out the front door. We see in rapid speed a dirt road that’s being travelled along. It turns sharply into a highway. The scenery on either side of the highway is becoming a green blur, eventually some trees can be made out as we hit some corners. The green blur of shrubbery begins to intersect with the grey of modern day industry. Before long the camera stops, slowly turning to find the eyes of Lola. We pan out to find her standing and showing off her hometown of Lafayette. 
Lola gives us a flirty wink. “Stevie told me not to talk about Johnny. Or Press. Or anyone that isn’t Trixie or Knuxy but he’s not here. He also told me to keep it short and simple, people only know me as the crazy lady who brings a noose down to the ring and one time went a bit… violent with a Tapanga Britt poster. But I had to remind him that no one remembers Tapanga Britt after we ran her out of town. I went to great lengths to scare that pussy cat off and it worked so now it’s time to get my hands dirty again and run that tramp Trixie out of town.”“Then again, where’s the fun of running her out of town when she’d make the perfect present to Stevie? He has a soft spot for blondes, well don’t we all?”
“I love you Lola” a voice yells out off camera from a young man driving by, hanging his head out the window. Her smile beams brighter than ever before as she waves to him. “Isn’t that sweet. That’s what happens when you’re a local celebrity and you share the wealth. I give back to the town, to these people and in return they show their appreciation in whatever way possible. Luke Knux would never understand a concept like that, he’s so – self-involved” She fakes a shudder, as if a dirty word has been spoken. “Could you imagine being that vapid? Stevie actually said, when the match was booked, ‘looks like you’re up against a dumb bitch, and Trixie’. Do you get the joke Knux? People assume that Trixie is dumb because of how she looks so it’s a play on that preconceived notion… Google preconceived notion, you’ll understand. Or Yahoo it, whatever’s more comfortable for you. Because you’re all about comfort. That’s why you signed a huge deal and then coasted all year on a rep, scamming the people of Louisiana who paid to see you. But kids don’t even recognize you when you walk into a school cafeteria so I guess you’re winding down on your fame, next step is to put you in a reality show with a bunch of brain dead skanks fighting it out to be the next to get whatever disease that petri dish dick of yours is giving out.”
“I know that I’m hoping the trend of opponents kissing Trixie in her matches doesn’t continue with that kind of herpies strain I’ve heard you have. Lydia down at the Kissing Booth told me you’re on the No-Kiss list and it’s got nothing to do with lacking funds… You should head on by the Kissing Booth some time too Trixie, get it all out of your system so you can focus on winning a match without a man by your side. That’ll be the day though.”
"It's tough being a woman in Pure Amusement, isn't it sweetie. All these men, these animals, trying to get it on with you when you're just trying to do something as simple as train for a match. That's got to be a big burden for you, always on the back of your mind. Do the people who care about you, who choose to include you in their life. Are they only doing so for the chance of a pity fuck or do they actually like you? I'm sure you know all about waking up to find the man gone in the morning, the pretty ones always do for some reason. It's nothing against you as a person, I'm sure. It's just that, after a half hour of listening to you talk the mind kind of decides that it deserves a blow job for going through this."With a simple chuckle and a flick of the hair, Lola urges us towards the car. “It’s time for a tour of MY town, as promised. I think we’ll start at my house, a few of my favourite places and then to finish it off I’ve got a big surprise.”
Lola and the camera crew head back out onto the road, briefly driving until they reach her home. As she pulls up, the camera focuses on her look of shock. Swinging around, we get a look at the house. Windows are smashed, front door kicked in and the front walls spray painted ‘GO AWAY PSYCHO CUNT’. As the shock begins to wear off, she screams a harsh shrill and begins violently hitting the steering wheel. The camera briefly catches this when she notices and shoves one hand in the camera lens while using the other to start hitting the cameraman. He’s quick to reach for the door handle and bail from the car, falling on his ass in doing so. With one rev of the engine, the door slams shut when she takes off down the road with the accelerator firmly pressed down. |
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:38:44 GMT
The scene opens up to Trixie in a clothing store trying on a set of outfits with a chap who is so overly gay, he makes Elton John look straight. He's enjoying dressing Trixie up as a model as such, as the pair laugh at certain outfits she tries on, but from the mirror we can see Trixie isn't all smiles and rainbows. Everytime we see the chap fetch another item, Trixie's face rests angry.
Pulling out her phone, she's eyeballing the photo, the screenshot from her match. CJ's emotional playing of her with a kiss at the high point and turning point of their match. Seeing it angers her and we see her mutter incoherent slurs at him, before she closes the phone to turn sweet again and spend her day dressing up and eventually buying an outfit for her upcoming match. A white one piece that has lace down the sides and front attaching the material and showing off her cleavage and decides to send a little instagram picture for any followers who want a preview to her match or just something for themselves.
TrixieBadKitty: Looking forward to showing off the ring gear ❤️❤️
Trixie: "So everyone. I decided to just speak up about everything that's been going on. It's been a weird time for me. I've been a little annoyed, pissed off, and things. I've not really worked on anything to say, as I think speaking with no speech will translate better. So strap in, I have a triple threat match so I'll be addressing both Knux and Lola, and try my best to keep a certain someone out of this speech as best I can.....” Trixie stirs the cup quietly and briefly before tapping the spoon and places it next to the cupTrixie: "Lola, Lola, Lola. Where do I begin with that minx? So devoted to Steve Harris, and completely unaware of emotional manipulation that guys can play on them, us, them....” Trixie pauses to take a quick drink of her water glass to speak up againTrixie: "Lola I'd consider to be my main target in this match simply because, she's a little unstable. Our triple threat match is going to be a huge way to relieve some frustrations I have had ever since my last bout in Louisiana, and haven't been able to quite get it out of my system, whatever vice I use.... Trixie pauses to herself and thinks of her activities that for now remain privately to her, and brushes past her statement with a hair flip.Trixie: "I wonder how you truly think Lola, in the ring. I guarantee you've got good durability from the odd beating. I've never really had that kind of treatment, I guess I'm lucky, since I'm used to being the punisher than the punishee Trixie states looking into the camera for a certain someone to recognize her subtly hint of wrath and smirks to herself Trixie: "Knux,..I'm looking at the guy I wouldn't get with on appearance alone. You'd think a rockstar would be oozing sex god but Knux doesn't. Lets not knock him too much though. The greasy guy is doing well. A battle royal win and a last man standing win. Knux! You're doing so well. But you've been up against men so far. You'd be surprised at exactly what a Woman can do" Trixie says again as if she's speaking her last fragment of her sentence to just one person specifically. This time folding her arms as she feels closed off, but agitated by surging memories.Trixie: "My interest in Knux is already dwindling. I've wanted to save face and enjoy the time between shows, the nice week break to pamper myself, make me glow has been truly ruined by CJ O'Donnell and his ending instability to toy with me. I don't wish to be a pawn in anyone's chess table, I see myself as a free roaming queen, the power piece, taking down the king as he tries to hop away one square at a time. Fury is a long road with virtually no end. That's how I feel right now, and I want to...no...I'm going to slam down on the acceleration and drive down this road at a flaming speed, those in my way are burned at the touch. Usually I'm the hot one, but in this case, Lola and Knux are going to be sizzling as they try to distract me from what I want to do right now. A deadly time is giving a woman with revenge on her mind time to think. I've had a series of days where ideas have popped into my head and I've filed them away, in here" Trixie points to her forehead and then touches her blonde hair as it falls down the front of her face, catching her gaze for a moment.Trixie: "Blonde hair seems to give everyone the impression of that old stereotype. Maybe I did prove it in my last match, but I plan on shaking it up this coming show. Heavily. Aggressively. By the end of it, some will have a brand new definition for blondes in their head. CJ, Lola, Knux, who else? I'm a woman who is determined to get what she wants. I wanted that PAW Title shot, but now, setback, I take a look at my options. And I've got a lot of options...like always" Trixie brushes her blonde strand of hair aside and smiles sweetly at the camera for just a moment to try and be nice, but it fades quickly and she decides to go with it, looking at the camera as she touches the table with her finger pointing downTrixie: "I'm going to tell you, Lola and you, Knux, exactly how our match ends. Quickly. I put either of you down for the count with a kick to the head, it brings you down and the referee will raise my hand in victory, of course, with his own personal thoughts while holding my hand up. My thoughts will change back to what they are now. Locked on one person. Harmful if I ever did them in the real world. Scary to say the least. I don't appreciate anyone toying with my emotions at all and as of right now I am going to show CJ O'Donnell that Trixie always has a few tricks with her. For the triple threat match and for him, definitely a trick of two especially reserved for him. Anyway, I'm going to sign off now. I don't want any angry lines on my head when it's showtime. I may have a lot of boiling emotions, but I wanna look stunning, to show a certain someone what he could have had. Oh well, his loss." Trixie ends her video there. Thinking to herself how she couldn't hold back the CJ O'Donnell content but a small weight had been lifted from speaking about it. Taking another drink, Trixie goes over to her bag of clothes, containing her ring gear and ends the video checking the comments made to her instagram post.
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:39:22 GMT
Malibu Barbie and the Typical Sheep
So how does a Rockstar who has everything in the world turn to a sport like professional wrestling? Let me tell you a little story.
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FLASHBACK!
2009
#CastleKnux
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Let's just say that I have a crazy family. I'm a fuckin' RockGOD, touring the world and putting out history making tunage! My Uncle and Cousins are all pro wrestlers. Now I've hung out with these mofos my whole life and we all watched wrestling together. We even beat the hell out of each other on the trampoline for hours as kids! But in the end they were totally more serious about it then I ever was.
Kuk Killswitch:"Yo Knux. You coming to the show this weekend?"
Kuk Killswitch. My cousin had taken his childhood dream and made it a reality. Hall of Famer, World Champion, now training motherfuckers. He had set his sights on making his dream come true, and damn if he ever did it!
Knux:"Hell yeah man! I wouldn't miss it for shit!"
He laughs. I haven't been there a lot for his uprising in the wrestling world, but here lately I've been able to make a lot of time to hang with Kuk. After being on tour after tour after tour, you get drained after a while. So we changed up our scheduling so we rock out a tour, then have a good break. But damn do I get bored. Most of my time is spent either partying or going to wrestling shows with Kuk. He has started training a few people lately. Nothing too serious, but dabbing a little into the training aspect of wrestling. Even talking about opening up a Training School eventually.
Kuk Killswitch:"I got an idea man. What do you think about coming with me and training? I can hook you up and get you on some shows and shit. We can get you licensed and everything! It'll be just like when we were kids in the yard!"
I never put much thought into it. I mean, I've got plenty of time to do it. And I'd love to get inside the ring and learn the craft. Just really never thought about pursuing it cuz I have always been busy with rocking. This could be my chance.
Knux:"You know what bro, let's fuckin' do it! I've got the time now and we can train as much as you want! Fuck it, let's go now!"
Kuk chuckles. This motherfucker knows how to handle himself in the ring and can go with the best. He's been all around the world and can go any style. If anybody is gonna' teach me how to wrestle, it might as well be my own flesh and blood.
END FLASHBACK!
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Reject Wrestling Training Center
3/28/15
Ozone Park, New York
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I stand outside of my old stomping grounds. The place where I learned the ropes and poured buckets of sweat into the nasty old ring mat. I'm standing in front of the building where their is some graffiti for the school painted on the wall. My attire is simple. "Scumbag Society" T-shirt, Converse All-Stars, Band jeans, and a black leather jacket. A bandana hangs loosely from my back pocket as I begin.
Knux:"Right here, right in this building is where I spent two and a half years learning this unique art form known as professional wrestling. Two and a half years I gave into that very ring. I gave every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears into this building and walked away as a legend in the making. Sure, I've stumbled on bad times, but now I stand a winner."
I smack the side of the building right over the art. The loud smack echoes through the air as I take a look at the wall before continuing.
Knux:"I saved my job in the Battle Royal. I conquered Hungry Jack in his very own stomping grounds. Now, I move on to my next challenge. A Triple Threat match. What is the point you might ask? It's simple. A win is a win. No matter how you look at it, a win over anyone can take you to the next level. And I have a big chance to shine with this match."
Even though I'm at the bottom of the barrel right now, there is no way I'm gonna' drown after what I've had to do these past few weeks. It's now or never.
Knux:"Two broads, one Knux. Gender equality is the word. These days in wrestling women fighting men is just a match. Not like the days of Andy Kaufman and his Intergender Championship. Now it's just another match. Believe me when I tell you this, and it might shock most of you.. this week, it's not about getting the lay. It's about getting the win. Now don't get me wrong, Trixie and Lola are two hot babes, but the fact of the matter is that I can't put my focus on screwing or I'll get screwed in the end. And I'm all about feeling the waterfall, but this week I row away from the wetness and towards dry land."
I know, it's a shocker. Luke Knux walks into a match with two smoking hot chicks and isn't worried about getting laid. Call the Doctor! But don't fear, there is always.....THE AFTER PARTY!
Knux:"Malibu Barbie and the typical sheep.... what a new concept. On one hand we got Trixie aka Malibu Barbie. Five foot Six piece of GODDAMN! I know what I said earlier, but I just can't get past it! And have you seen her ring gear? I mean, if you want me to lose... that's how you do it! And then we have Lola aka the typical sheep. Blindly she follows Stevie Harris around like a damn sheep. She doesn't choose her path, it is chosen for her by her herder. She doesn't decide when to jump, Stevie decides when and how high Lola can leap. So why should I be worried about this match? I'll tell you why exactly."
I begin to pace a little. The stone walkway crunches beneath my every foot step.
Knux:"The answer is simple. Never judge a book by it's cover. See, I might be dealing with Barbie and the Sheep, but I know damn well what's gonna' happen. Bitches stick together over men. I'm gonna' walk into this match and they are gonna' try to take me out together. And you know why? Because they know without a shadow of a doubt that they couldn't handle me one on one. If this was Sheep versus Knux or Barbie versus Knux, it would come up Knux all the way. But with a triple threat, I might as well be dealing with a handicap match. Yet here I stand, confident in the fact that I can STILL walk away with the win. See, you broads might think the advantage comes up with a set of tits, but I have a factor in my corner that'll show the BALLS in this match. Triple threat equals no DQ. Suck on that bitches!"
I turn to the camera and face it eye to eye. A smile spreads across my face as I chuckle for a brief second. Knuxy always wins in the end.
Knux:"At WICKED Seven we're not looking at an average triple threat match, We're looking at the slaughter of two broads! Just like a sadistic child I'm gonna' rip the limps off of that Barbie and nail 'em to the wall! And just like your everyday human... I'm gonna' gut the Sheep and take what I need to survive."
I begin to laugh maniacally as I tilt my head back and continue laughing. The scene fades out slowly as I continue my laugh and leans against the building, sparking up a cigarette and letting the smoke pour from my lips as I laugh. See you at WICKED Seven!
Fuck y'all! Have a nice day!
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