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Post by The BombTrax on Aug 5, 2016 5:01:16 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday August 17th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment Deadline: Tuesday, August 16th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Tag Team Match
(The winner of this match will star in the first ever ADDICTION Main Event in a Fatal Four Way)
Rachel Ellsworth & Leon Cashmere versus Hunter Storms & Evie Girard
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Post by Leon Cashmere on Aug 14, 2016 3:40:51 GMT
Goodnight Tennessee, go to sleep
Tomorrow it's back to the city for me
How lost can you be when fourteenth street
Is guiding me home to a white sand beach
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Fraaankk!
Happy birthday to you!
Somewhere the familiar words whirred in his ear, but it was like white noise at this point. Just like having a fan on when you sleep, or how the television program you’ve been watching turns into background noise. Leon Cashmere’s mind was far away from the round kitchen. The scene was something else, many wrestlers gathered there, some from old, some a newer class. A round cake which had been suited with ring posts and ropes sat on the table and an older man sat in front of it with a small sideways smile as he looked around the room.
At first the glance, the man looked frail and old. There was a time where he didn’t though. There was a time he had hulking biceps. There was a time the grey hair that barely hung on around his head was cut military style and was so blonde anyone would have thought it was dyed that way. The way the skin hung off of his once beefy arms would have been shrugged off by anyone else, but the muscle mass lost eventually turned to flabby skin.
“Happy birthday Frank!”
Frank Cashmere was one of the biggest names on the independent scene in the south. Southern graps was something of a lost art. Everyone was from a big city, everyone trained in Canada or Japan or somewhere fancy. Nearly every wrestler in the Tennessee, Kentucky, North Carolina and Georgia area all trained at one place: The Cashmere Wrestling School, which was run by Frank Cashmere himself. Frank had also trained four of his sons. Each of which he seemed to adore by one black sheep in the family, that black sheep stood looking out the window with a red cup in his hand. The songs and conversations behind him all blending together.
“I heard he’s going to be wrestling in PAW coming up. Do you think he can still go?”
This conversation in particular had perked the man’s ears up as he lightly turned his head, some of his brown hair falling into his gaunt face as he gently looked over his shoulder to hear the retort from the faceless party goer.
“I don’t have my doubts. He’s a Cashmere. He’s been a world champion everywhere he’s been, and did you see him in Japan? He wrecked Cyrus Riddle.”
A knowing smile crossed the face of the ease dropper as he gently turned his head back out onto the great sprawling land that the Cashmere’s owned just outside of Knoxville, Tennessee in the Alcoa area. My how things had changed, the black sheep in the family was now the only one left to tend to things at the Cashmere Complex. Frank still had his wife, Molly. Slowly she had been losing her mind as dementia. With the problems, the doctor bills and the cost of running the school. Each brother had trickled away, but the one who was chased off to begin with for not being like the others....He stood strong and had become the cornerstone of the Cashmere family.
Now, Leon Cashmere stood with his mind on everything else but his father's birthday. A couple of days ago he had got his assignment for PAW, and his mind wouldn't stay off of the match. It wouldn't stay off of getting back into the ring full time. Sure, he had a successful one-off with Cyrus Riddle in Japan, but that was one time. Anyone could win that one match at one time, it was different two weeks at a time.
“Leon would you like to cut the cake?”
His mother had asked, but he didn’t hear her, instead he was still looking out the window. Slowly lifting the cup he held in his hand to his lips and taking a deep drink of whatever was in it. The only thing that brought him to life was when he felt a light hand on his back. Slowly he turned his head, his mane shaking like that of a great lion as he did.
“Oh, sorry.”
Leon commented to his mom that had touched him, her gentle touch had comforted him so much over the years. Especially when he was going through tougher times with his father. Now her frail touch was a constant reminder that soon she wouldn’t know who he was. It hurt. Looking down at his cup, his eyes met the grey orbs of his mother.
“I asked if you wanted to cut the cake, dear.”
A soft smile came upon his face as he nodded. Frank, his father had already blown out the candles and smoke was slowly rising to the ceiling fan that shook gently with each rotation over the kitchen table. Leon grabbed the knife from the table and looked up to his father who gave him a gentle smile from across the table.
“You know I like corner pieces.”
He called in a voice that was a bit louder than he used to speak. Frank had always had a booming voice and now that his hearing was failing him slightly, he was even louder than he had been.
“Did you enjoy your present?”
Leon asked gently as he began to cut the cake, albeit a bit messy, he flopped a corner piece over onto a paper plate for his dad and then slid it in front of him. Leon had went door to door trying to find old friends of his father’s and trying to get them to retell old stories for him so he could compile them all in a scrap book. His father had nearly been brought to tears as he had gotten it a few days early.
“That was so thoughtful of you, but you know what I want more than that, right?”
It seemed like such an impossible question for the casual listener, but Leon knew what his father wanted. His father wanted it just as badly as he did.
Success.
“I’m doing what I can to make that happen, pops.”
With a wink his father dug into his cake, and thankfully meandered off to have a conversation with someone else. Leon gazed back out the window. It was only days ago that he sat on a beach with Mallory Costas. While the sun reddened his skin to a sunburn, Mallory was already tanned and it only made her darker. As the waves slowly washed up on their feet, Leon glanced over to her, his elbows dug into the rough sand as he leaned back. Mallory sitting and enjoy the surf through her own sunglasses with her hair tied up. Even in a tussled environment, she still looked flawless.
“You know like, French. Right?”
Leon turned his head so that his hair shifted as he did, his hair just about rivaled Mallory’s. Both of them were tied up in nearly the same way. They had met years ago in EWE. Both of them had success and dominated their divisions, and they had been together ever since. Beauty and the beast if you will.
Mallory Costas made everything look smooth and this was no different, as she looked over to Leon who looked up at her from the sand.
“Bien Sur.”
The curious glance of Leon told her all she needed to know, she could have been speaking Arabic and he wouldn’t have known. She gave him a soft smile and gently put her hand on his head as she looked down at him.
“Of course I do. Why do you ask?”
After he made eye contact with her, he looked back out over the ocean. Nobody was within a few miles between them it looked like. Somehow it was more private than Leon had imagined. Wetting his lips he looked out over the horizon.
“Jenevieve Lily Giard…”
The name roughly left his mouth as the wrestler’s first name was a mouthful for him, especially with his southern drawl. Mallory curiously looked over at him, brows furrowed above the sunglasses she wore.
“You know I don’t deal with commoners, sweets. Who is she?”
Gripping a handful of sand and then letting it fall back into place adding onto the small pile he had already made doing this. He looked back up to Mallory.
“Breaking into the business, new to the country. Hell of a wakeup call to leave your country and go to Louisiana. I know the state and city has a strong French influence, but damn. Cajun is a far cry from home for a true French-Canadian lady, or whatever I’m supposed to call her.”
He gave a defeated shrug. Mallory was a good listener, she was in the business as well so whenever Leon had thoughts about a promotion or an opponent, she was quick to listen and quick to back him.
“I feel for her though.”
Gazing back out over the horizon, he knew what it felt like being in a strange, displaced world. Even if she was coming from Canada, Leon had heard through the grapevine her English was little to none, it would be hard for her to communicate. The good thing was, wrestling was a universal language, and she could use her fists to talk.
“I’ve been there, you know? When you’re from the mountains like I am and you go to the places I’ve been. They look down on you just because of how you talk. I hate that she has to be across the ring from me in her debut match. Especially with what is on the line. I can’t hold back, like I would anyway though.”
Mallory casually looked back over to him, letting her hand dangle over the edge of her arm rest as she dug her toes into the hot sand.
“What is it that is on the line?”
Leon stared forward for a couple of moments before he looked over to Mallory and met her gaze with a determined smile, it was the closest thing to a smirk that the humble Leon Cashmere could manage.
“Well, PAW has become a bit of a popular destination of some of the best wrestlers on the planet—“
Before he could answer she cut him off by lifting a finger.
“If that were true, I would be there. But it’s not out of the question.”
Mallory lowered her glasses with a playful wink to him and he chuckled, but she was right. Mallory was one of the best he knew of.
“It’s gotten really popular, so they’re launching a completely different show. If I win? I’ll be put into that main event. I know that I will eventually make my way to the main show. It’s a quick way to show everyone that I belong here, and I belong in the main event scene. I wish I could reach a hand out and welcome this chick with open arms into the world of professional wrestling in America…But Louisiana? Might as well call it home.”
He said with a shrug as he took another pile of sand and then continued on with his conversation, Mallory continued to listen when he spoke.
“I look at the top of this company, and I’ve beaten some of them. I think we both remember when I handled Nova Wonder in ECWF for the title…”
Mallory gave him a look, they both exchanged the same dark grumble over Nova. Maybe things had changed, but in ECWF Leon and Nova had been rivals. Not due to the fact they faced a lot, but Nova had kidnapped—yes kidnapped Mallory to bait Leon into giving her a title shot.
Safe to say it worked.
“Ugh, is she there?”
Leon slowly nodded and clicked his tongue.
“Yeah, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it though. I plan on being where she is, and proving to PAW I can be in that spotlight. I know it, the other people here will know it. More importantly, the new girl, Evie? She’ll find out first hand that she’s in the ring with someone with a champion’s pedigree.”
As much as the dialogue stood out in his head, he was still in the kitchen with his family and friends. Someone else had disturbed him from being on the beach with Mallory again as he daydreamed as he looked out the window. This time it was more of a welcomed interruption, as his friend Sydney had gently touched him on the shoulder, turning around he opened his arms with the same goofy grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around her, smothering her in a hug.
“So glad you could make it, girl.”
He muttered to her as she pulled away from the hug with a small smile on her face, Sydney Bryne was a head shorter than he was, but she packed a wallop. Syd had grown up around the same time as Leon in the suburbs of Knoxville. She had followed him around to shows, she had even joined the Cashmere Wrestling School but much like him, she was also booted for being a bit too aggressive and unruly as well. They had finally landed in a company together, and now the two friends ran the Cashmere Wrestling School together. When Syd couldn’t be there, Leon was. When Leon couldn’t be there, Syd was.
Sydney Bryne was the first female trainer in the area, which had led to an influx of female wrestlers. So Leon was able to get used to being in the ring with hard hitting women wrestlers, Syd had taught him well. This week he would be on the same team as a rather…Interesting female.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Do you know how long when I was younger I wanted Frank to accept me, and now he’s inviting me for birthday dinner? It’s bonkers, man!”
They both shared a smile as Leon glanced longingly out the window, but eventually turned to fully give his attention to Syd.
“So, did you do the homework I told you about?”
Leon asked. Of course he had asked Syd to dig into Rachel Ellsworth, his partner for the upcoming event. Syd raised her eyebrows and gave Leon an amused look.
“I did, personally I think she is pretty great. I am not promising she won’t turn on you and waylay you halfway through the match because she seems bat shit insane, but none less. Out of the other two you could have as a partner—I think you came out better than the other two.”
It was good and bad news. Leon slowly bobbed his head and made a motion with his hands as if he were weighing his options.
“Well, I was hoping that wasn’t the case because when I laid down last night I looked her up and this is literally her roster picture on the PAW website.
Digging into the pocket of the loose jeans he wore for his IPhone, he pulled it out and quickly pulled up the picture of Ellsworth. Both of them shared a good laugh as the picture was of Rachel with blood running down her front.
“I know this company is some carny shit, which I absolutely love. But you don’t think that’s actual blood, right? Like, it’s probably fake, right?”
Syd brought her shoulders up in a funny looking shrug and Leon slowly eased the phone back in his pocket, now he looked a little more perturbed.
“I don’t think they would let an actual blood sucking vampire in the ring with people, but then again we are talking carny wrestling in Louisiana. Maybe she wants to win as badly as you do? At least I guess we can hope that is the case.”
A shallow smile broke into a grimace from Leon as he thought about the picture and shuttered again. There was a time that he would have thought that was really awesome. The hardcore and death matches he had been in over his career had prepared him for such, but ever since his weight loss and ventures outside of the ring, he had gotten smarter…And some would say softer. Ellsworth could possibly bring that back out in him.
“I’m not trying to be concerned with ego here. I know what the stakes here. Ellsworth doesn’t need a debut win. She’s been off and now she’s coming back into the fray. For one night? I can team with anyone. Well, maybe not Nova Wonder unless we were teaming up to take out Mia Scott and Lacey Cohen. I’d consider it. But an insane, blood sucking, ginger who maybe might quite literally rip someone’s throat out on the other team?”
Again, he weighed his options with his hand and then clicked his tongue.
“I could probably put up with all of the blood and gore for at least a little bit. Nowhere else have I gone and failed. There hasn’t been a company I’ve gone to that I haven’t been in the running for their main strap, or won it within six months. I want PAW to challenge me, I want it to humble me. But most of all I still have the willingness to prove myself…To prove I can still do this at a high level…”
Syd looked down at her nails and then her eyes flashed back up to Leon.
“So, you go and team with a possible vampire at some carnival in Louisiana? You have odd places to go and prove yourself.”
Leon nodded to her.
“Yeah, but I also proved myself in Dollar Store parking lots in Harlan, Kentucky. I’ve proven myself in backyards in Tennessee, in wrestling rings in my dad’s school. To ECWF in Miami, to Monarchy in England, to EWE all over the world…This is going to be no different from a parking lot to a backyard. The result has always been the same. I’ll keep the goal in mind standing beside Ellsworth this week. I only hope she shares the same goal as I do.”
They both were about to speak when everyone turned to Leon’s dad who shuffled to get out of his chair, with his stiff knees he was having a hard time doing so. A brief nod to Syd was all it took to excuse himself as Leon made his way over to his dad and helped him out of the chair by hoisting him up from around the waist. Frank Cashmere settled and reached for his cane.
“Can you take me for a quick walk outside? I need to walk off all of this damn cake you guys got me.”
Everyone understood as he wrapped one arm around Leon’s and the other steadily held onto his cane as they both walked from the kitchen and out the swinging screen door. The humidity hit them like an invisible, hot, wet blanket. Immediately Leon could feel the breath catch in his chest as he huffed out a sigh as the contrast from the cold air. The heat didn’t seem to bother the tough old man. He nodded up a small gravel hill. At the top in a cabin style house that overlooked the property and the mountains.
“You got everything packed up for your trip?”
Between their dialogues, occasionally the gouge of the old man’s cane scooting gravel around and the sound of bugs and birds could be heard. They took an old path around the house, down towards the old building they used as a wrestling school. It’s where Leon had been looking out the window earlier.
“I am…I’m headed out tonight or very early in the morning. It’s been a while since I’ve said goodnight Tennessee for good—at least for a while. While my heart calls for these mountains…I belong in a ring, pops. You know that just as well as I do.”
Slowly the older man nodded as he looked to Leon and finally let go of his arm to just use his cane to stand. After his leg got warmed up, he could usually walk on his own.
“Now what were you asking me about before everyone arrived, this…Hunter Storms cat. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of him. Although I don’t follow the product I used to.”
Hunter was finally brought back to his mind, it seemed he had spent the day going through the various scenarios of the match. He also had his eye on the other tag match. A certain Ana Hayden found herself in that match, and he wanted nothing more than to be in the ring with her.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what to make of him. He’s a second generation wrestler. He’s around my age. He looks like he was pulled from the mode of professional wrestler with his look and swagger. But I think he’s nothing more than a rookie from the looks of it, if we’re being honest.”
They continued to walk the trail together, the sun finally fell behind the mountains and evening was falling upon the Cashmere complex. He knew he wouldn’t see the light of day in Tennessee for some time to come, because when he left the sun wouldn’t have risen over the great mountains yet.
“Sounds like to me, if I remember what you told me correctly. He likes to place the blame on other people, don’t like to look in the mirror and see what the real problem is. I know when you were younger that part of the problems we had were mine. But I think you would also admit that some of the problems you had later in life…You can relate to this guy.”
Before, Leon would have strongly disagreed with the statement, but now he realized that his father was right. He nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, it’s hard for me to sit here and trash him going into our match about being a cry baby because I’ve been there before. I’ve felt like the world is out to get me. I’ve felt like I was the odd man out and everyone was on the other side while I was watching on. Hell, I felt like that in ECWF. I was the champion but I still felt like the new kid. Like, he blames losses on poor booking decisions…I’ve been there…”
Leon paused for a moment, pursing his lips at all of the times he had pointed fingers at everyone else, not realizing he had fingers pointing right back at him.
“I can’t sit here and lecture him about something I used to do. All I can do is show him. Show him what happens when you start owning it yourself. Show him what happens when you learn to stop blaming others and fixing things yourself. If I lose this tag match, I’m not blaming it on my partner, nor am I going to blame it on the booking or authority figure or the referee. Losers do that. Winners learn more from wins than losses. And if my style won’t cut it? I’m not going to change for anyone. Win or lose. I’d rather be a loser for who I am than a winner for something I’m not…And I’m going to make this school, and you proud.”
Frank slowly turned to him and capped Leon on the shoulder. Emotions wasn’t the old man’s strong point, but Leon could see the emotion stirring behind his eyes to see his prodigal son leaving once again to get on the wrestling circuit.
“I know you’ll make me proud again regardless, son. I’m going to head back in and chat a little while. If you want to dip off and pack, I’ll understand.”
With another small slap, this time on the chest. Frank headed back towards the house. Leon knew the short walk had worn him out. Leon knew his walk had only begun.
“Goodnight, Tennessee.”
He muttered, as darkness pressed upon him.
A new adventure awaited.
Goodnight Tennessee, yeah
Goodnight Tennessee
Goodnight Tennessee, go to sleep
Goodnight Tennessee
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Post by Hunter Storms on Aug 15, 2016 21:58:56 GMT
Location: Oakland,CA
Time: 8:25 p.m.
Date: August 14,2016
Deafening cheers can be heard from outside the hotel room as two voices approach the door. Following a click from the other side,the door wildly swings open,revealing two well built men. One is dressed casually in a black t-shirt and jeans,while the other is sporting a pair of rectangular glasses,a white shirt with the design of tuxedo and bow tie on it,and jeans. The one with the black shirt places a brief case on the side table,whilst staring in awe of it while the nerdy looking man turned on the news. “Still can't believe I won this Dexter. Tonight was pretty insane,especially with the ending of the event and all.”
“Hey,drink it in man. Your father would definitely be proud of this accomplishment that you finally managed to accomplish....tongue twister there.”
“If he wasn't busy all the time at the agency,maybe I could send a flight for him,but that won't be happening anytime soon. I'm just lucky I barely got hit during that fight,I honestly got real nervous when you disappeared.”
“Hey man,there was a nice looking brunette,had to go after her. Damn was she hot.”
They both laugh as their cheering dies down and the news channel brings up an event that happened in Oakland. “Hey Hunter,the news got wind of the event!”
He looks over at the flat screen where a field reporter is standing in the midst of the littered arena. “I really don't know if that's good or bad. I mean,things did get hectic towards the end,and easily could've turned into an all out brawl had one of those people lashed out.”
Dexter shrugs at the remark.
“I don't mind it. Just means more publicity for us guys now. By the way,how's the other stint working out for you?”
“What,you mean PAW?”
Dexter rolls his eyes at the rhetorical question. “No,your hot dog cart on Venice Beach. Of course I'm talking about PAW dumb dumb. You've been awfully quiet about it and I'm surprised you haven't told the rest of the gang about it.”
“Well.......I can say the experience has been great for the most part. The staff are nice with just about everything and I've already wrestled two matches in there.”
“Didja now? How'd those turn out for ya?”
Hunter awkwardly scratches his head,remembering how he lost both of the matches he was involved in. “Yeah first I lost a five man match,in which I got pinned,then I lost my second match because I reckless charged head first,” he thought to himself, ”Not telling Dexter either of those for the time being.”
“Eh,not the way I would've liked to start with the company,but they were happy with the performances I've put on with my opponents. Second match I had was definitely the best one though. A one on one match,which I lost,but it was still a great match nonetheless. Just wish it had gone on for a longer time.”
“Well I can tell you from my experience in the ring,not everything will start out smooth. You know it,I know it,but we still became giants in GWA. No one could mess with us,that is until I had to take time off for personal reasons.”“Which is understandable.”
“But I can will tell you this,and I'm sure multiple people have before hundreds of times,you'll eventually find your groove and then you'll be rockin'n'rollin before you know it. It may take some time,but you'll eventually get it.”“Yeah,wish I could say that for my singles career.”“You haven't been exactly the best in those matches,have you?”Hunter goes to answer it,but Dexter waves it off instead,leaving the man silent. “Ah forget what I said there,what exactly is next for you in the company?”“Tag match.”A wide grin appeared on Dex's face as Hunter stands there in a bit of confusion. “Oh boy,they certainly just tossed you into your specialty zone didn't they? Just you telling me that makes me remember the good times we had as the Firestarters. The amount of times of we crushed our opponents,the chemistry,the title reign,everything was just amazing.”Looking back up at Hunter,Dexter's expression goes blank as he Hunter just gives him a look of “Really?” “Ah sorry about that. Just miss those old days.”“Dex,that happened about a year ago. It ain't that old,but less about the past. I gotta focus on the present right now,especially if I want to main event.”Dexter swings his weight around on his bed,now sitting on the edge with a rather surprised look. “You....being a main eventer?”
“I'm certain it's only a one time thing. The end result is that if my partner,Evie Girard,and I can beat our opponents come Thursday,we'll be featured in the company's second show's.........main event which will be a fatal four way.....wow that was a bit of a tongue twister.”
“Do you even know anything about your tag partner? Like what she's like,her performance,her style of wrestling? Is she even willing to communicate is the big question.”Sighing at the question,Hunter quietly looks down at the floor for a moment,before bringing it back up,still thinking over things in his mind. “I know it won't be the same as when we were tag partners,or when Brewer and I were tag team partners. It will definitely be challenging since we have different backgrounds and our styles are different.....”
“Hunter.”
“Huh?”He blankly stares at Dexter,who seems a bit irritated from a lack of response. “My question.”
“Oh,yeah. From what I've heard,she's trained in Puroresu. That's something I've never faced,or even teamed with since I'm mainly power/technical. However,I have also heard that she is still quite new,so that could make the match a bit more difficult,but I'm sure I'll find a way to co-operate with her. Other than that there really isn't that much,except judging from what I've heard,she's still a rookie in the business.”
“Interesting.....have you thought about training with her beforehand? Y'know,to help her prep and what not.”"I wouldn't have had the time since there are still some other things back home I need to take care of.""Fair point. Well.....what are your opponents like?"
Hunter draws in a deep breath,exhaling it through gritted teeth. “You seem nervous talking about it.”“I'm more nervous about what could happen. See here's the thing......” He sits on the opposite bed,”The lass on the other team,”The Atomic......what was it.....Redhead” Rachel Ellsworth is well known for her submission holds,and you know what happened to me once when I faced a submission specialist.”
“Yeah I know,you needed a knee brace for about a month in GWA because you were too stubborn to tap out to the hold.”“Hey...”Dexter laughs it off,nearly falling off his bed as Hunter slaps his hands against the bed side. “I blame it on ring rust. You know I hadn't been wrestling for about two years,hell I don't I even stepped into a ring for those two years. Matter of the fact is,I've heard about the times she has seriously injured her opponents. Either by dislocating their fingers one at a time like a sadist,popping their shoulders out of the socket,only to pop them back in,and I've heard she's even injured a few necks.”A surprised/nervous look appears on Dexter's face,as he clutches his neck at the mention of the word “injured.” “Jesus......you better make sure your health insurance is up to date.”“Dex,I've been in this business long enough to handle the injuries,but I'll admit that the neck bit does scare me. Last thing I need is to wake up in a hospital with a neck brace on.”Dexter starts flailing his arms about as Hunter goes on even more. “Alright,stop right there. I think you definitely covered enough on the lass.”Hunter pauses in the conversation,taking the time to let out a sigh. “Hey you asked for me to tell you about my opponents,I didn't decide myself.”
“Whatever dude,what about her tag partner? Lad or lass?”“It's a guy by the name of Leon Cashmere. Apparently he's also a second generation wrestler just like me. His father wrestled in Knoxville for several years and later became a trainer. Again,almost sounds like my own father,but instead he decided to open his own agency.”“So in a way,you two are almost alike.”Hunter nods his head around in response,crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah,we both had rough childhoods,although to be honest I think I was better off then he was,but that's not the case in point. The matter of the fact is that I want to be this guy and Rachel so I can accomplish more in PAW. I didn't come here to just wrestle for a paycheck then leave. I came here to become proficient again in Singles matches,like I was three years ago,but we both know I have certainly lost my prowess in that area by a large margin. I need to strike quick in this if I want to have a chance at winning this,more importantly,avoid being caught in holds by Rachel and make sure I communicate a lot with Evie,otherwise this will just go down as another loss in my record book. I can't afford to lose that tag match,you know how well I've done in tag team matches Dexter. Been great in them,and I plan to stay great.”Dexter silently nods as he lies back on the bed,staring up at the ceiling as Storms looks down at the floor. Sitting back up,Dexter pushes his glasses back in place,looking over at Hunter. “Well buddy,all I can say is good luck. I wish I could be there to support you with the rest of the gang,but I got needs elsewhere. Hopefully you can put another tally mark in that win column of yours.”“Trust me,I plan to make sure that happens come Thursday.”The two bump fists together before turning their heads back towards the television where the news cast is still being broadcasted. Fade to black. |
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Post by Atomic on Aug 18, 2016 2:00:28 GMT
August 15th, 2016
Excerpt from learn2lovethebomb.blogspot.com Oh, tag wrestling... how I miss you so! Though I ain't gonna lie to you--teamin' with someone that ain't Nat, Mazzy (Where is my walkin' stress relief squeezy toy these days? Shit, lemme tell ya--not all Asians are lackin' in the badonkadonk! Figures that my take on nostalgia involves ass-grabs.) or my hubby?
Not really an appealing thought.
I mean, if it was back in the day and shit, I'd merrily skip my happy-slappy ass down to the ring to tag with Lincoln if he needed it... but he's retired now, and all management-pants besides. I'd call him a stuffed suit just to rattle his chains a little, but I know all too well what lays underneath the designer duds he's rockin' these days. That's what happens when you tend someone's wounds long enough, y'know? You learn where the scars are, how deep they go, what spots scabbed over all nice, and other areas where even a soft breeze can make'em flinch. I'm pretty sure that there's still a couple Dollar Generals that'd know me on sight, as much superglue as I had to buy back in the day. Fighting side by side does a lot to enhance one's understanding of someone else, even if it's not in literal tag team action--so I'd say that I know Lincoln pretty well on account of that.
Well, that and the whole how we used to fuck once upon a time... but that was years ago, and about as permanent as that spray-in hair color kids use at Halloween. That wasn't really a personal thing, thou--
And he's probably gonna want to kick me in the ass for puttin' that card on the table.
Oops.
Ah well.
S'not like he won't enjoy me makin' someone pay for just seein' me as nothin' more than his leftovers, right?
Not that anyone'd be that stupid.
...
Oh who the fuck am I kiddin'? This business is chock full of people that'd be that stupid. Sigh. I guess that's what they've got waivers for!
But back to tag team wrestlin'. When I started out in this biz, I was actually a part of a tag team with my ex-husband. NEXTWAVE--yeah, in all caps for some reason-- did pretty well for itself, but then my marriage fell apart on account of him bein' a cheater and the team went with it. Explosive Combination's failure was also on account of who I was datin', though it wasn't Mazzy I was with. It was Hubie, also known as BAD ASS. Jesus, what is it with me and men that are obsessed with caps lock being cruise control for cool?! This is why it took me so long to find a nice thing to have. Anyway, before those romantic entanglements got in the way of things? The teams I was a part of were damned good at what they did--and while I ain't about to take all the credit for it, I also ain't gonna deny my share of it. And since there ain't no way in Hell that I'm bangin' my partner because let's be real, Leon Cashmere's a little too Fabio for my taste... well, let's just say that I like my chances of bein' able to get that win to launch myself up the card, where I will then proceed to forcibly remind my good buddy Leo that I ain't remotely interested in bein' cooperative any longer than I have to be. Though hey-- he seems smart enough to know that it's comin', and to be willin' to dish it right back out at me when the time goes. His resume sure as shit suggests it, and that's good enough for me. I'd much rather have a vet in my corner that'll try to whup my ass once our temporary partnership dissolves than anything else, assumin' my more specific preferences ain't on offer. Ain't it a shame for my opponents that I ain't nearly as choosy about who I twist into fun animal balloon shapes?
Yeah, it is.
...for them, anyway.
But hey, whaddya' know. It turns out that one of the two unfortunate schmucks that get to be across the ring from Leon and me happens to be one of my favorite kinds of targets. I know that I've praised the valor of Hell's Bell before, even outright said that I respected her for it--and Hunter Storm, you've got some of the workin' parts. Heart, a moral compass that ain't too bent to read false... but you know what part of valor you're lackin' over there? Discretion. It's like Kenny Rogers said in the one song that's worth a damn. 'You gotta know when to hold'em, know when to fold'em.' And you, Huntie, definitely have no fuckin' clue about when you should be givin' in. Maybe you oughta' go see that psychic chick with the crystal ball, Kassandrah or somethin'... can't say I remember how to spell her name for sure. Either way, you know who I'm talkin' about--and really, you ought to be givin' her a call, like, yesterday so that you can avoid pullin' the whole 'I refuse to give in! I can survive this!' bullshit against one person that knows how to make someone tap as a side game... right before goin' up against me. And in case you forgot?
Tappin' motherfuckers out in the middle of that ring like bitches is my forte.
Because I know you got the whole 'My family's in wrestling!' thing goin' on, but so do I--and trust me, there ain't a veteran out there that knows one very simple truth. If I know someone's prepared to tear me limb from fuckin' limb in literal fashion? I'm gonna tap the fuck out the moment that I know that I'm in trouble, 'cuz a win ain't worth the risk of permanent damage. And while you couldn't have known that you were gonna be gettin' in the ring with me since you didn't give that psychic girl a call like you shoulda', you also knew that you had a big show comin' up. We all knew Bad Moon Rising was comin', and you chose the WICKED right before it to play the gorram tough guy. It wouldn't have been worth it even if you'd won against Summer, but you lost... and now? Now, Huntie, you're gettin' fed to a woodchipper of a broad that ain't about to do anything but teach you that all-important lesson of knowin' when to push past your limits and when to accept them.
Let's just say that the limits of what I'm willing to do to a man far exceeds the limits of what you can take... and leave it at that.
That leaves your partner, Evie Girard... and y'know what? I'm gonna take my own advice for once--shocking, I know!--and I'm gonna own right up to the fact that I know dick and all about this broad beyond what little I could glean off of Twitter. And what Twitter tells me through translate because I didn't take any foreign languages in high school (Beyond how imperfect translation software is--I mean, you didn't mean to say that 'This sense of pride that I invaded whenever the Olympics begin.', right?) is that you... uh... oh, how the Hell am I gonna word this. I didn't learn anything particularly useful, alright? I mean, you barely used the thing so far--and what you did use it for was mostly the trivial everyday shit that a lot of folks like to mock people for postin'. About the only thing that actually gave me any useful insight was you sayin' you were excited to be in PAW-- but ain't we all? And I could apply all the usual shit about you havin' somethin' to prove and all, but this ain't Dick and Jane Does Wrestling and I shouldn't have to point out the obvious.
...like how that's somehow not the name of a porno, but I digress.
Anyway, like I said--I ain't gonna sit here and speculate, because while preparedness is good and all most of the time? It can also be a cage, and I don't play that shit. I never have, and I never will. And I know that preparing for everything is essentially impossible because chaos and butterfly effects and whatever other metaphors/sayings/adages/your mom says, so I'm gonna prepare for the only thing I know for sure is gonna happen. At one point or another, you're gonna be in the ring with me... so I'm gonna be fully prepared to unload on your hapless ass. All the more I gotta do is get my hands on a limb and I'm good, really--and as much as I've done this shit? I don't even need to think to do it. It just happens. And while I ain't gonna be one of those 'Hurr de durr, there's no way your experience can match mine!' vets, well, let me put it to you like this. In a case of the unknown (you) versus the known (me), I'm gonna side with the known every time. Not just 'cuz I'm biased, but trust me. I've survived worse than what you can throw at me... unless you're somehow the only person I've ever feared brought back to life after I sent his ass screamin' back to Hell, but nobody'd be that blatant with the necromancy. Too many possible questions, y'know?
(And on a side note, yeah--what I'm talkin' about is public record. Self-defense, and shit.)
I guess this whole match is just a mass of possible questions. That's what happens when professional wrestling goes the whole MTV's Real World route, though. 'Four strangers, one ring. The possibilities are endless!'...or so the tagline'd read, if it was up to me. I'd be lyin', though, because to me? There's not all that many. Whether or not I get along with my partner, whether or not Huntie and Evie are gonna figure out how to work together on the fly, whether or not aliens choose now to drop a cow on a random audience member's head... you can keep pilin' on the variables, but there's only two outcomes here.
Win or lose.
And personally?
I don't give a fuck what any of the rest of you think, or even if I have to do it all on my own through some fluke.
I'm choosin' win.
Remember to learn to love the bomb, kids~! ♥ |
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