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Lady Munin
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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:35:33 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:35:33 GMT

DON'T HAVE A MATCH? ROLE PLAY HERE!

Two (2) Role Plays Max

First Role Play Deadline: THURSDAY February 11th, 2016 @10:59 PM CST

Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday February 17th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST

Segment Deadline: February 18th @ 7:00 AM CST

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:36:02 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:36:02 GMT

We open to find Lola, sitting in her swish apartment on a white couch. Next to her on a side table sits what resembles a phone answering machine, or at least what they'd look like had they continued making them after 1999.

“Now I’m not saying it’s Ryan McCollum leaving these messages on my machine. But I’m also not saying it isn’t Ryan McCollum leaving these messages on my machine."

“You fucking no good piece of shit, if you ever go near Tapanga Britt again I’ll fucking rip your throat out you stupid whore”

*BEEP*

“If I ever see you on the streets I will punch you in the face.”

*BEEP*

“Try that shit in Detroit you no good cunt”

*BEEP*

“I hope Tapanga fucks you up”

*Beep*

“I want to show you what a real man is capable of”

*BEEP*

“…” Simply the sound of heavy breathing.

*BEEP*

“You and that whack job boyfriend deserve to be locked up.”

*BEEP*

"I can't wait to see someone put a noose around your neck"

*BEEP*

“This is Wang dry cleaning, your sheets are ready to be picked up.”

*BEEP*

“FUCK YOU”

*BEEP*

“I know where you live”

*BEEP*

“I’ll be at the next show, if you show your face your ass is mine.”

*BEEP*

“SLUT!”

*BEEP*

“God hates you”

*BEEP*

“I hate you”

*BEEP*

“I bet you’d fuck a donkey and like it. You’re a dirty whore, leave Pure Amusement alone!”

Lola looks up at the camera, her answering machine stops because she hit the stop button.

“And they’re not even the best ones!”

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:36:36 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:36:36 GMT

Black.

“I wanted to come back on my terms.”

We hear a sigh followed by laughter.

“Looks like my vacation is over. But I could have let this opportunity pass me by…”

Fade in…

The shot opens to the exterior of a house located in a neighborhood. The setting is a small suburb of Boston, Massachusetts. The house is one story, but wide, with an old fashioned long front porch, screen door, and wooden bench that hangs from metal chains. The place looks fairly plain from the outside, very simple, nothing too extravagant, perhaps even a shade below generic middle class. It is past sundown and the area is dark, for the most part, with only the front lights over the screen door providing any illumination. The camera hears a shuffle and moves accordingly, trying to capture what was previously only a shadow on the far corner of the bench, revealing it to be a man. The figure quietly rises, walking into the light, taking slow steps until he reaches the center of the shot, finally captured in the illumination of the bulbs overhead. He is an average sized man about five feet ten - and well built like an athlete. The man is dressed in a pair of steel toed Doc Martens, dark blue carpenter jeans which fit loosely, and a button down green checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair is a reddish in color and is parted to the right side of his face. His eyes are blue, but surrounded by dark circles, giving him an older look to offset his babyface complexion. He is tan, Caucasian, with some red stubble on his face. The man, of course, is not just any man, but rookie sensation “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell, a figure who took the wrestling world by storm in the year two thousand and fifteen. He takes a moment to rub at his chin, then gives a deep, unsettling sigh before speaking.

“Life's got a funny way of catching up to you.”

O’Donnell pauses, running a hand through his hair.

“Have you ever noticed the irony of life? I mean, take me for example. Almost a year ago to the day, I finally caught a break into this business, and once I got in, I sunk my teeth into it... really got a good grip, you know? I was hungry... for the glory, for the television time, for everything. After about three months, I turned into this can't miss prospect. I worked my way through every big time promotion of the time... from Atlantic City to Las Vegas to Chicago, every region that was big, I was there. I did pretty well for myself, I'd say.”

He pauses, gesturing with a hand.

“Of course, I had to contend with my own personal life. The retirement of my good buddy “Incredible” Ian Bishop, to having to send my son off to an undisclosed location because the Irish mafia was after me and probably still are, to leaving a federation because I was to fucking vocal and did not play by the rules, and let’s not forget the death of my first ex-wife…”

As he sighs you can tell there is disappoint and pain behind his eyes but Caleb is trying to hide it.

“Life can be a real bitch, and I found that out first hand in a hurry. You learn not to take things for granted when things like that happen to you. You sit there and think, "Oh, that's the sort of thing that always happens to somebody else." Then, one day you realize you are that somebody... and it sucks. Don't ever let anybody tell you otherwise.”

CJ stops again, rubbing his forehead.

“I guess I'm jaded from my experiences in those big time promotions. Never given an opportunity to shine. Sure I made it past the mid card and have some epic matches but I wanted more. I used to hear all the time about my potential. I was promised the world. I sat by and watched opportunity after opportunity pass me by. And then I am the asshole because I said something. You are damn right I stood up for myself because if I did not who was going to? Pure fucking bullshit if you ask me.”

The Distinguished pauses, smirking softly.

“Maybe my mouth gets me into trouble but I rather have a voice than be voiceless. You see that is the problem with most federations nowadays. The owners want to control you. They want you to be this good little solider and fall in line. So when my manager, Leslie Blackwell, told me about Pure Amusement Wrestling I’ll admit at first I was like what the fuck is this. It is out of my comfort zone. I have no friends. I have no enemies. I am all alone. I guarantee I am an unknown here. That is fine with me I want it that way. I want the wrestlers here to take me to another level. I want to experience some weird and fucked up shit. The crazier the better I say…”

CJ has a smirk on his face from ear to ear now as he continues.

“So who is going to welcome me to the amusement park? As I look over the roster I see only one name that is familiar to me. We may have never faced each other in the ring or met in person but I know this person is the real deal. Holds no punches and will tell you where to go and how to get their. He has my respect and that is something I do not say too often unless you are family. I see no family around here. I see competition. I see a new mountain to climb. I see obstacles in my way. I welcome everything that happens here as this will only make me more Unstable!”

O’Donnell shakes his head, a sad look on his face.

“Part me of is almost glad... I never really got to go as far as I wanted in the ring. I was so close to stardom if only they gave me an opportunity…So, here I am, under contract for PAW. I came here because I like the feel...I thought it had the best to offer me at this stage of my life. I'm not here to do much of anything... I don't care about feuds or titles or even recognition anymore. I want to be pushed to my limits. I want to experience the craziness that is PAW. I have been watching and this is going to be like a day at the amusement park. You know what I am talking about. You get on that roller coaster. Go forward. Backward. A loop. Twist. A sharp turn. Then you wonder what can possible happen next? The answer is anything. Expect the unexpected.”

Slowly, O’Donnell rises, wiping off his hands on his jeans.

“NO PERKS…

NO REGRETS…

NO MERCY…

THE UNSTABLE WAY OF LIFE!”

Slowly, Caleb turns, reaches out, and opens the screen door. O’Donnell steps inside, closing the door behind him. The camera lingers on the front porch for only a moment, but then it fades to black.

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:37:33 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:37:33 GMT

Blonde locks fill a salon basin as the running water is a heavy audio that overlaps background chatter. Two hands begin to rinse and clean the hair using the water, shortly after enters a salon brand shampoo that begins to clean out the hair, rubbing it through and ensuring a nice froth has formed on every strand of hair. The shampoo is then washed away and the blonde hair almost sparkles from the lights in the salon. The hands of what is guessed to be a salon worker, a hairdresser, now bring a towel to use to catch any drips of the hair and allow the owner of these locks to walk over from the washing area of the salon to the hair drying station allocated in the store design.

In this station, the owner of the locks can be seen blocked by a magazine, while dressed in a towel over her upper-body, browsing some designs and the hands appear slender, with clear and reflective red nail polish, clearly a woman spending her day emphasizing and augmenting her beauty starting with the little things. The woman flicks through the magazine, slashing through all the pictures of models displaying the upcoming spring fashion until she comes across one of the male models, that stops her. She takes his image in, admiring not only his suit, his rugged and chiseled looks of a face, but his eyes and uncrosses her legs to now cross them the other way, as they vanish under a black skirt and 2 in pumps. The woman's hairdryer is lifted off after a ping and revealed to have been put into an entirely new hairstyle.

The Blonde has her towel removed by the same hands that were washing her hair, and had cut and styled her hair in the session, to reveal the young woman's white blouse, that cover her figure and hug her curves. Leaving her curvasious 34DD Breasts almost covered entirely but after a simple pull down by the young woman, to reveal a nice amount of her assets to the world that get a laugh from the woman holding the towel, revealing herself to be the stylist.

Stylist: "Trixie, honestly, you don't need to show yourself off to the world like that. Only your boyfriend or husband should get to gander at your body.

Trixie smirks to herself as she peers down to look at her own ample set on her body, cupping them both as she looks at the stylist and lets them drop back to their position and giggles at her stylists comments

Trixie: "Well there is neither of them yet Mrs. Hannigan, so I have to throw out some bait, you know, in order to get that glimmer of attention.

Trixie again pulls her blouse down to ensure the hem of her neckline is above her bra, but displaying a large amount of her set, feeling the eyes of her stylist on her body as well as some of the other women casually glancing at her young body and enjoying the eyes of envy, attention and notice, making her workouts, dieting and shopping all worth the effort. Her stylist just tuts and pulls it back up to a moderate position and leaves virtually nothing on display

Stylist: "Honey, in my day, that was plenty to get the attention. Your a pretty girl, let them be a surprise. Now, is this hair for another photoshoot, I do hope you find other work, instead of displaying yourself, There is more to Nevada than Las Vegas Trixie".

At that point the sign is show to be a small salon located within Las Vegas, NV. Trixie gives the stylist a playful independence look and pulls her top back down, staring down at her own body again to pull it down to a more revealing level of display and flattens out the rest of the blouse on her stomach, while then putting her left hand on her stylist's shoulder for reassurance

Trixie: "Well I actually have dropped the job at that Casino, and I'm no longer really going to be competing in Las Vegas. I'm going down South, Louisiana specifically, and you know there's bound to be some Southern Hunks.

Trixie can't really contain her excitement for her upcoming profession, as she bites her finger in a rather seductive manner, as well as to attract the men passing by to her lips as they pass by the store windows and look in to see Trixie standing there. Her hair newly done and falling down her shoulders, in her white blouse that is displaying ample cleavage to them and her black skirt that falls above the knee and shows off her tanned and smooth thighs and calves, coupled with her heeled pumps, designed to raise and show off her behind and breasts. Unaware of this, the Stylist gives Trixie a hug for congratulations

Stylist: "Really? That's great News! I'm so happy for you. Louisiana is a distance though, I'm going to miss one of my best customers. What are you doing down there."

Trixie receives a second hug from her stylist as she lets go and backs up, holding her stylist's hands in hers, speaking a little softer so the rest of the customers don't ideally hear her

Trixie: "I'm actually beginning a new profession. I got the idea from your nephew, and I kind of followed him into the same line of work, Pro Wrestling!"

Trixie's line of work gets a facial expression she didn't expect from her stylist. Her face wide with surprise as she remains flabbergasted, speechless and a little concerned for Trixie's well-being.

Stylist: "Pro Wrestling? Why-Why would you put yourself into that? You'll hurt yourself. And then-What? Pro Wrestling? Trixie?"

Trixie interrupts her stylist who gets louder as she goes on with a calming sshhh while smiling immediately after and showing off her pearly white teeth to try and get her stylist to stop talking

Trixie: "Mrs. Hannigan, please. I'm perfectly fine. Your nephew has been teaching me for quite a while, that he said I could go pro with it, and I got a call from them to try-out. So I'm going down there, and had to look my best, even better than my best. Don't worry honestly, I'll be very well looked after down there....."

Trixie's line of sight stops as she notices a rather large male, lean and well built in the muscles department, sporting the salon's logo on a black shirt that clings to his upper-body and tucked into a pair of jeans, carrying in boxes, noticing Trixie, and waves to her as if he knows her, her stylist looks back to see her own Nephew and waves back to him, mis-interpreting the wave for her, while Trixie seductively waves back and the girls return to their conversation.

Trixie: "Besides, I'll have to back, get another treatment by you and maybe a couple of lessons with your nephew."

Trixie's blush is wiped away by her Stylist putting both her hands on Trixie's shoulders. Trixie looks her right in the eyes

Stylist: "Just make sure your ok, and you better visit us, you understand? Your practically family"

Trixie gets a hug and can clearly see the Nephew walk back into the salon, and discretely shows him a small red thong, that he has kept, Trixie blows him an invisible kiss and mouths to him "Keep Them" which he returns with a wink back at her, stuffing the underwear back into his pocket and Trixie breaks from the hug

Trixie: "I wouldn't go that far....."

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Trixie is then next seen in the street, flirting with the driver as she leans down to the driver's window, and holding a bag over her shoulder as well as two small carry on bags that are at her feet, getting the driver's attention clearly as he steps out of the car to put Trixie's bags into the trunk.

Trixie: "Are you sure you don't mind, I don't have cash....."

The driver slams down the trunk of his car and wavers off her dismisses

Trixie: "Ok, well then if you'll do that, go ahead....."

The driver watches as Trixie turns around and openly feels up her buttocks over the skirt before he dips underneath to get his 5 seconds of free touches on her bare butt and tugs on her thong underneath before Trixie breaks it off

Trixie: "Woah, that's 5 sir, but if you get me to the airport, lets just say, you'll be giving me the tip....."

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Flashback:

Trixie can be seen around the age of 16-17 with her body quite developed into the woman she is in the modern day at a small bar in Las Vegas, as her mom currently is away serving drinks and Trixie watching her mom being felt up from behind and objectified, she can clearly be seen accepting this behavior and as a tipsy man sits down next to her, she is eager to receive the similar attention. The drunk offers to buy her a drink, but the bartender states no outright due to her being a minor.

The man in question shrugs it off, stating she shouldn't be in the bar at that age and by her body, she's at least legal age. Trixie enjoys the compliment clearly as her cheeks turn bright red and the man notices this, walking up to her and begins to show her pictures on his phone, while his hand ventures down her back and slowly begins to pat and touch her behind like she had just seen happen to her mom. Like mother, like daughter, Trixie enjoys the attention, even the man's peer down her top, as he pulls it open to get a good look at her breasts. Whispering in her ear and telling her that he'd love to have a go on her if she was legal. Trixie again loves the attention and lust she feels from the man's breath, that she tells him she'll gladly let him in a year and feels a clear arousal state happen as the man steps in closer, and begins to dry hump her, provoking the bartender to summon security and have the man removed.

Trixie watches as he leaves and goes back to her work, and her mom approaches, getting informed by the bartender that of what happened, and gets a reassuring kiss on the cheek from her mom, who tells her she was just like her at her age. Before heading off to greet and entertain the men in the bar.

Trixie talks to the bartender about being careful and Trixie casually flirting to the bartender about wanting her for himself, which he doesn't bother responding to. Trixie tells him to then enjoy and walks over to the manager's office. After speaking with him, she earns herself a dance and gets dressed into a spare cheerleader outfit in the dressing room, before she too goes out to entertain the guests and shakes her body around like her mom as the pair get a cheer from the crowd, while Trixie looks over at the bartender and questions his interest, getting a nod that fills Trixie with a large blush of desire and dances in a more flirtatious manner.

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Trixie arriving in the state of Louisiana hits her hotel room and with her smartphone, begins to snap a couple of pics for the instagram followers, or as she called them, the horn dogs. Trixie's pictures include herself leaning on the end table and being backlit by the lap on the table. A duck face of her in front of the bathroom. In an empty bathtub with a relaxed face. On the bed lying back and enjoying the comfortable feel of the bed and one final photo of Trixie with her skirt, pumps and blouse discarded, in her black bra and thong sitting on the bed.

Trixie next decides to then film herself, after putting on a black silk robe of course, as a pilot promo for her PAW debut.

Trixie: "Ok. PAW. Your looking at me, Trixie, and your asking yourself. Why has she signed up to Pure Amusement Wrestling?"

Trixie pulls out of her small carry on bag, an iPad to quickly google search the word Amusement, clicking the Oxford Dictonary and reads over it.

Trixie: "Amusement according to this means the enjoyment of entertainment. On that description of the word, I am here to tell you why I will be the living definition of that word"

Trixie loosens her robe to let open the front of her robe slightly so her cleavage is once again on display and the top hemline of her bra can be seen as Trixie stares down for a moment, smiling at her body and ruffles her breasts to make them stand up a bit more.

Trixie: "I don't think I have to tell you that I have the male entertainment factor down already. I've been blessed with my looks, and I bet that will drive a couple of bitches a little crazy, fearful I may steal their man, not to name any names, good luck in the tournament though Ryan.....anyway, as I was saying...where was I? Right. I've come a long way for a match and I've been training under a couple of trainers to learn how to grapple, and it's my understanding that there is no gender boundries in PAW. I know any guy is gonna be lucky enough to grapple me, and I hope, fingers crossed this promotion has a couple of hunks that I get to grapple with....in the ring, maybe..."

Trixie reaches just out of the frame of her video to get the pitcher of water, a clear one with ice cubes already put in, and pours herself a glass, letting two cubes in and Trixie takes a small sip before grabbing the cube out and rubs it along her neck to cool down.

Trixie: "Sorry. I have to cool myself down or I'll just loose focus of what I'm doing...."

Trixie finishes and puts the ice cube then into her mouth and lets it melt as she refreshes herself and resumes with her vlog like video.

Trixie: "I've took a gander at bits and pieces of PAW though, I did come prepared, C Student prepared. I'm aware of the PAW Title Tournament taking place as well as a gander at the roster, I can't help it, I had to see who is on the roster. To my surprise they come in all shape and sizes. A small female talent pool though, so chances are I will be up against the men 90% of the time, and I'm ok with that. I'd also love an opportunity to formerly introduce myself to everyone when I get to the backstage. Lets just say, I have a thing for making a lasting first impression."

Trixie finishes and puts the ice cube then into her mouth and lets it melt as she refreshes herself and resumes with her vlog like video.

Trixie: "As for my goals in PAW. They are simple, I'm not looking for love. I am not looking for glory. I am looking for attention. I've craved it since a young age, and with a body like this, it comes in heaps and bounds. I want to be the centerfold for PAW and show girls that slut shamming isn't real. It's a myth and we girls don't need to hide our bodies, we embrace them, we show them to the world. Its 2016, and if you think I'm inappropriate, then I highly suggest you step into the new year and free your mind. Who knows...you may free something else as well, and I might like it."

Trixie pauses as she winks slyly and seductively in the same manner to the camera. Trixie then pulls down her robe a little more to fully reveal her bra and flat stomach that she's kept in shape from her diet and workout regime and acts like it was an accident.

Trixie: "I'm going to go to bed, get myself a nice sleep and prepare for my match for PAW. No idea yet who exactly I'm facing. I like mystery so I don't know how much sleep I'll get since I'm a little excited. I'll figure it out, anyway, see you all later, night"

Trixie finishes by fully removing her gown and blows a kiss to the camera. Her next step is to slowly get up after adjusting her bra and straps to show her shoulders to the camera, finally giving a shot of her backside and then turns off her camera.

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Trixie can be seen in a tight sports bra and small yoga shorts combo on, both black with a white athletic text design on her right thight/hip with her white running shoes. Trixie spots herself in the mirror and snaps a photo

Trixie then enters a gym and immediately getting the welcome stares anyone gets when walking into a room, feeling the eyes of a lot of muscly men and some skinny guys trying to build a physique, Trixie walks with swaying hips over to the mats to begin loosening up for her workout, in preparation of her upcoming bout for Wicked.

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:38:23 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:38:23 GMT

“SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL”
CALVIN’S APARTMENT - OFF CAMERA

*SNIFFFFFF*

Was a sound that filled the bathroom of this Chicago apartment. It was a long and driven out sound, almost like someone was trying to blow something out of their nose - or - in this case put something in their nose. Calvin had himself leaned over the bathroom sink. His head was down against what appeared to be a thin piece of sheet metal of some kind. Pushing on one side of his nose and with the other nostril appeared to be snorting a very thin but white powdy like substance. There wasn’t much there but that wasn’t the point. Quickly, Calvin lifted his head and felt an immediate rush from his head. His eyes started to dilate some while he took his right hand and wiped away the excess of that powder substance away from his nose. Looking himself in the mirror of his bathroom he nodded his head.

“That’s the good stuff.”

Cocaine had become the drug of the last couple of months.

Before December, Calvin had never thought about touching any kind of illegal narcotics. The worse he had ever done in his life was drink. That was legal at the age of twenty one and he had never broken any rules when it came to drinking. However just before Christmas all of that changed when the man experienced what could be described as the most devastating thing that anyone ever had to deal with. Calvin and ex on-again-off-again girlfriend, Chasity Allure (or Shady Layne to wrestling folks) were expecting their first child. Something that had come to a shock to them for a couple of reasons.

First of all, the two weren’t even “together” but more so a situation where they were both liquid up and in the right place at the right time.

Secondly, when the two of them had been together. Chasity had found out news that she had hid from Calvin until he ended up cheating and everything came to ahead. That news being that she couldn’t have children. It was physically impossible according to her doctor.

And last but not least, it was a shock because neither of them knew what the hell they were doing with their own lives. Let alone knew how to come together in order to take care of a child.

Yet when the news was broken to Calvin. A lot of things had began to change. He shaped up his attitude. He was trying to be the best human being he could be. While he didn’t know if he and Chasity would ever be more again. He vowed to be there for her every step of the way, and he held onto that word. At least until Decemeber 21st of 2015. The day before Calvin had been away on vacation. Taking some time to himself. He had awoken from several missed calls and messages from Chasity. She was shaken up and knew something was wrong. As quickly as he could Calvin got back to the states just twenty four hours later on the 21st. He made it to the hospital Chasity had been admitted to and discovered that there was something wrong.

There was something wrong with their unborn child. At exactly 7:45 AM that morning Calvin and Chasity were no longer expecting parents. Chasity’s body rejected the fact that she was pregnant which resulted in a miscarriage. There was nothing she could do, there was nothing Calvin could do, and there was nothing that any doctor could do. The worse part of it all they just had to watch it happen. Neither one of them were going to be the same again and it became entirely too much for Calvin to deal with. So he turned to his drug of choice. All of which he had managed to keep hidden from anyone and everyone. Then again he was slowly but surely alienating himself from people as it was. Family and friends were all being pushed to the side.

All of the sudden though there sounded like there was someone in Calvin’s apartment aside from himself. There was the sound of running feet. Calvin turned his head towards the door and kind of glared at it. Listening closely. For a moment or two he couldn’t tell if he was actually hearing footsteps in his house or if it was the high kicking in. That’s when he could hear someone screaming at the top of their lungs. Calling out his name.

“CALVIN!”

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“CALVIN!”

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“CALVIN BRANDON HARRIS!”

It took three times for his name to be called - the last night his full name being used before it really dawned on Calvin what was going on, took three times for Calvin to recognize the voice, and took three times to actually make a move. Grabbing the door handle to the bathroom door pulling it open. He had no sooner than stepped out of the room before he found himself being confronted by a blonde woman. That woman being someone that Calvin knew quite well, it was Chasity. His expression twisted up in a very confused manner. Before he could have a chance to react Chasity brought her right hand forward and proceeded to connect with a stinging SLAP right across his face. Calvin’s head kind of jolted to the side before he whipped his head around instantly enraged.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
What the fuck was that for?!

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
For making me worry for the last two weeks!

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Worry?! Worry about what?!

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Your health and well-being!

Using his hand to lightly rub his jaw trying to get rid of the pain that existed due to the slap. Reaching behind him with the other hand he slowly pulled the bathroom door shut. Wouldn’t be best for it to be left wide open when he was trying to hide his habit. Calvin’s eyes were narrowed looking right at her.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
As you can see I’m not dead in my apartment or anything. No need to overreact by like slapping me in the face or anything.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Keep being a smart ass and I’m going to give you another one.

She slowly folded her arms across her chest and glared right back at him. Making it more than clear that she wasn’t very happy with him.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Plan on explaining yourself anytime soon?

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Explain myself about what Chasity?

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Oh I don’t know. Could have a lot to do with why I just slapped you. You’ve made me worry about your health and well being for two weeks straight! Are you high or something? Forget what I just said ten seconds ago?!

The tone in Chasity’s voice made it clear she was being sarcastic when referring to him being high. After all she didn’t have the slightest clue about his habit. Course being in the state that Calvin was. He found himself starting to sweat under pressure. Didn’t help much that looking at her was going to give it away that he was uncomfortable by just the sarcastic question.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
... I don’t do drugs ... Why would you even ask such a question?

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
It was a figure of speech! I’m aware of your lifestyle Calvin, but the way you’re acting right now there’s two explanations. You’re high or you’re just stupid.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Neither, and I don’t get why you were so worried about my health?

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Are you kidding me right now?

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
What?!

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Calvin, we have been in contact with each other every single day since December. Every morning I woke up, I had a text message from you asking how I was doing. Asking if I needed anything. All day long, it was text messages. It was facetiming. At times it was annoying but I appreciated it. Then all of the sudden the contact stops.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Oh, that’s easy to explain. I went to Australia for a show.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Horse shit, Calvin!

She shouted a little bit, slightly annoyed by what he had said.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
You had been back on the road for weeks. You still took out several times a day to contact me. You still made time to check in on me.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
So the underlying issue here is that I didn’t contact you and keep checking in on you?

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Don’t you dare try to make me sound like an attention whore, Calvin. I got what you checked on me and like I said I appreciated it, but when you just dropped off with the contact. It made me worry about you. It made me become concerned for you and your health. Two weeks with no contact made me bring my ass to Chicago. It’s obvious I’m worried about you. I’ve been worried about you!

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Been worried about me? Chasity, you’re overreacting. There’s nothing to worry about!

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
That’s it right there. That’s exactly why I am worried. You’ve been telling me that for the last two months. You’ve been telling me that you are fine for two months. But I don’t believe you.

Each word that came out of Chasity’s mouth was getting under Calvin’s skin. More importantly than that it was starting to ruin his high. It was making him deal with reality. Something that he had been trying to run from and escape ever since December. He was running his right hand through his long black hair. Starting to tug on it a little bit trying to keep himself under control.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Calvin, we don’t go through what we went through and then just move on like nothing happened.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Chastity, I am going to ask you this one time. Please don’t do this. I do not want to hold this conversation.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
You need to have this conversation Calvin. I know that neither one of us were prepared for when I got pregnant, but I did know how badly you wanted to be your father.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Yeah, and that was taken from me in December. So would you not make me relive this please? I am thankful you are worried about me but I meant it when I tell you I am fine.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
And I know better than that. I know better than that because I’m not fine. I never wanted to be a mother. I didn’t have that drive in me like you did, but after what happened. After going through that. Knowing I am never going to get the chance to hold my child. Calvin, a little part of me died that day. So, I know for a fact a little part of you died that day too. You’re just refusing to deal with it and it isn’t healthy.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Shut up.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
No, you need to listen to...

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Finally, he had snapped. Shouting at the top of his lungs but not only shouting at the top of his lungs. Calvin had taken things a step further by getting right up in the face. Chasity was once a wrestler and had dealt with all kinds of things in the ring. So for Calvin to get her face the way he had. It caught her off guard causing her to slightly step back. She just looked at him with this look in her eyes. A look of legit concern.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
You might not want to deal with it right now Calvin, but you’re going to have to deal with it. You’re going to have to deal with it real soon. Because if you don’t you’re going to spiral out of control. Though, something tells me that’s already started.

She slightly shook her head from side to side. It was clear just how concerned that she was but Calvin wanted no part of it. He had started to come to his senses realizing that he was towering over her in a threatening manner. Not to mention his breathing was rather heavy. He went from zero to a hundred with his anger. Something that was very different about him. In the past he had been able to control himself but lately he couldn’t. Calvin was forced to put his attention on Chaisty when she began to address him once again with that somber tone of voice.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
Call me when you’re ready to talk, and I hope when you do. You call me before it’s too late.

Calvin wanted to say something. Her words had started to sink in and therefore he wanted to reach out for help, but for whatever reason he stopped himself. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at Chasity with this blank expression on his face. Chasity had realized that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted - at least not at this specific moment in time. Therefore she turned on the heels of her tennis shoes and started to walk away from him. Some could see it as a wasted trip for her to come all the way from her hometown of New Orleans to Chicago only to have Calvin react the way that he did. At the same time though seeing that reaction informed Chasity of her suspensions.

The man that was once her boyfriend, the man that was once her partner in crime, and a man that was once one of the most caring people in the world was hurting on the inside. Emotionally, Calvin had been destroyed and rightfully so. There was a big hole in his heart from the experience they had to go through together. Nothing would ever bring back their child but that’s what made things hurt the most. That’s why Calvin had turned to his new habit, why he refused to talk about it, and why he refused to deal with reality. That being said Calvin backed himself up against the wall and just found himself sliding down it until he was in a seated position. So much was going through his head at the moment. She was right, he was spiraling out of control but it might have been too late to fix it.

“TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE”
THE PARK - ON CAMERA

Cameras were rolling for a specific reason. That reason turned out to be for the “new kid on the block” for Pure Amusement Wrestling. Those involved with wrestling might have known who he was, but there was a good chance that people might not have known who he was. Nevertheless with the cameras opening up by the entrance of the park. Cameras found themselves focused right on the man known as “The Martyr Of Professional Wrestling” Calvin Harris. With those ice cold eyes and the wicked grin spread across his lips. He began to speak up in order to break the silence that surrounded him and the cameras.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Surprise, surprise. You pathetic people are getting a surprise. You’re getting a dose of me twice. Matter of fact you’re going to get two for the price of one when it comes to me. That’s good news for you don’t you think?

His tone of voice was pretty condenseding. it was rather sarcastic.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Think about it. You people are using your welfare checks and your social security checks to get into this theme park in the first place. At least you’re going to get one hell of a deal for seeing me compete twice in night. And yes, that’s exactly what I said. You people are going to get to see me compete twice in one match. Way I see it, it is a complete and utter slap in the face for a no-name circus trying to pass itself off as a professional wrestling company to put in a dark match. Specifically against a man that I’ve hardly heard of. And before you idiots start to ran about how can I run down a company I wanted and willingly working for. Let it be known I wanted to help out. I wanted to take this company to the next level. I wanted to get rid of all the fun and games. Make this company mean what it should mean to the business, but then I got stuck in a dark match? That was a mistake. A big mistake for I am someone that doesn’t stand for disrespect.

Starting to shake his head from side to side it. It became clear that Calvin was a little annoyed with the situation that he had been put in. There was no saving grace in his opinion. He had come to be a star and be all about himself, but it appeared he was getting put in his place so to speak with being forced to start back at the bottom.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
You already heard my choice words for Mr. Archelaus. It should be a given that I do not feel like I am going to have much of an issue with him in this dark match. Personally, if I had to be blunt. I’d say I am going to defeat him soundly and easily, but that being said I want a challenge. I want to make this company realize that I am not the one to disrespect. Make them realize that I should have not only been apart of Wicked Four, but that I should have just been given a bypass to the finals of the Pure Championship tournament finals. I got the perfect way to do that. Let this be my official announcement that I am throwing my name into the other match. I am throwing myself into the Open Invitational Match. Not much better than the match I’m in, but it is going to help me do what I intend to do.

With his twisted smirk starting to cross back over his lips. Calvin took his right hand starting to stroke the thick beard on both sides. His words were enough to make people wonder what it was that he had planned. Appeared mysterious enough.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Way I see it the only way that PAW comes to understand that I am the real deal. The only way this company is going to learn to understand that I am someone that belongs on the actual show. That I am someone that deserves to be competing for championships. That I am someone that should always be handed the main event spotlight. I am someone that should and deserves all eyes on me. Only way I am going to get them to see this is by hurting as many people as I possibly can in one single night. The saving grace for them is it isn’t going to happen on their actual show.

Not to mention it won’t be me hurting their “name-brand” wrestlers. Instead it’ll be a massacre on all the little newbies that are coming to PAW with the gleam of hope that they’re going to become something. That they’re going to be given an opportunity to be part of the circus. I’m going be against the people that are just going to be hoping and praying that they’re going to have peanuts thrown their way as their pay for being a fucking clown in the ring. Basically put I am going to get the chance to hurt the same people that support what this circus is all about.

I am a professional wrestler, damnit and I am going to be looked as such. I am going to be treated as such. I refuse to let this company take the business back hundreds of years just for the sake of amusing people that don’t deserve it. I’m saying it right here to your face. Fuck you fans. Fuck every last one of you. Fuck your entertainment that you want. Fuck anything and everything you stand for. Not a single one of you mean anything to me. I’ll never give you the time of day when it comes to me. I learned that lesson long ago. But with that said also, fuck anyone that anyone that might enter this Open Invitational Match!

Those eyes of the Martyr’s had narrowed into a glaring manner as he looked right into the lens of the camera.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
You all might think that this is the perfect way for you to get your foot in the door. You might think that this is going to be the perfect opportunity for you to showcase your talent before the same fifteen fans that showed up to this freak show. You might even think this is the perfect way for you to impress the officials. Well, that’s why you people are in the position that you are into begin with. You don’t know how to use your brain. Don’t know how to take yourselves and this business seriously. But that’s fine, all the more reason for me to hurt you. It was already going to be bad for you considering I am on a mission to right the wrong that’s already taking place in the next chapter of my career.

It was bad enough that I was going to slaughter each and every single one of you that entered this match just to send a message of my own to the officials. But knowing that you’re all going to have the same mindset. Knowing that you are all going to clown yourselves out for the sake of a couple of peanuts. Knowing that you’re all going to help this company take the business back to the times it was a laughing stock. Well that’s giving me a personal vendetta to carry out against you. Therefore making sure I hurt you all that much more. Laugh if you want. Deny it if you want. Ignore it if you want. You’ve all got that right as American citizens. But as much as you have the right. Before long you’ll see that you were wrong and that I was right.

Calvin nodded his head a little bit. Thing was Calvin never thought that he was wrong. Even if there was a situation where it was dead on clear he was wrong. He would never admit to it. He always believed he was right. Proving that the Martyr was someone that lived in his own little world.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
A lot of people think that I make myself a target. A lot of people seem to think that when I run my mouth that I bring things on myself. A lot of people really harp on the fact I call myself the Martyr Of Professional Wrestling. For a Martyr is someone that is killed for their religious or other beliefs. I am sure that there are a lot of people that do want to harm me. I am sure there are a lot of people that want to kill me for the way I do things and for what I believe in. But then again that’s what makes me better than everyone else. I know that. I know when I have a target on my back.

Therefore it won’t be long before I am a target here in PAW. Especially after what I do on February 18th. I am a man that lives by a kill or be killed mentality. I am always one step ahead in that situation. I won’t allow anyone to hurt me over my beliefs. I won’t allow anyone to cause me harm over my beliefs. I damn sure won’t allow anyone to kill me over my beliefs. Instead I am the one that does the killing. I am the one that leaves bodies stacked up in the ring. I am the one that makes people see that being a Martyr isn’t a bad thing, but instead it is the best thing. Soon enough that will be seen within PAW. Mark those words.

Every word that came out of his mouth at that moment oozed with confidence, arrogance, and ego. It was clear how he felt things were going to go, but there was a very good chance that anyone that entered this match would take exception to it. Though the question at hand for those people is could they stop him? Could they stop Calvin from doing what he wanted to do? Or were they just going to end up being part of his message to the powers that be? Soon we’d all find out.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
The Martyr has spoken.

Letting that smirk of his flash one last time. Calvin found himself turning his back to the cameras stepping forward. In a matter of seconds he had walked right out the front gates of the park. His message for now had been delivered to anyone and everything that might take place in the open invitational match. Calvin had said somethings that were going to put a target on his back. Truth be told though that’s when he thrived the best in the business when he was a target and when the pressure was on for him. In a week’s time we were going to all see what the Martyr was truly capable of. Either the man would end up being right or he would end up proving that he’s been blowing smoke the entire time. No matter how one looked at it. This was not going to be a man or a situation you’d want to take your eyes off of. That is where the cameras finally faded out.

“NOT READY”
CHAISTYS APARTMENT - OFF CAMERA

Being in the New Orleans area for the new company that Calvin was about to take part in. Kind of made his next decisions a little easier. He had a few days to think about the argument that he and Chasity had in his apartment. She made a lot of valid points. He was hurting on the inside. He did need to talk about it and find a way to let it out of his system. She was right when she said he needed to do that before it was too late. Cue where Calvin had showed up at her apartment complex. The elevator doors had popped up to the floor that Chasity lived on.

He found himself taking his time getting down the hall. Calvin had all these thoughts running through his head. The man was trying to figure out just exactly how he was going to tell her everything he wanted to tell her, how he was going to explain how far his life had started to spiral out of control, and how badly he needed help. Deep down Calvin was a prideful person. So for him to talk about his feelings and admit that he needed help in any capacity at all was a big deal. It was a hard pill for him to swallow. Nevertheless Calvin found himself coming to a stop at her apartment door.

Bringing his hand up in a fist prepared to knock on the door. He started to bring his hand forward but all of the sudden he stopped. His hand didn’t connect with the steel of the door. As a matter of fact as quickly as he brought his hand up to knock on the door. He let his hand drop. Now all he could do was just stare at the door. Calvin had brought himself all the way over to his apartment and now he was second guessing everything. So many thoughts were still running through his head. Some were rational. Some were irrational.

“What if she doesn’t understand?”

“What if she doesn’t get where I am truly coming from?”

“What if this was just a ploy to get a big fight started between us?”

“Maybe, she doesn’t even care at all!”

Thoughts like those and more started to swarm inside of his head. More and more that he let those thoughts consume him he was starting to realize that he had made a very big mistake in coming over to her apartment. He made a mistake in getting himself in the position he was to be standing here right this second. All of the sudden there was this loud sound. The sound of Dog’s bark coming from the other side of the door. Calvin knew that bark all too well. It was Chasity’s dog that she had effectively named “You” when she rescued him aka kidnapped him on one of their drunk nights many-many months back.

With the dog flipping out on the other side of the door, Calvin knew that it wouldn’t be long till Chasity opened the door to take the dog out. He had a choice, he could stand there and be a man. Confront her when she opened the door. Reveal everything he wanted to reveal like he intended when he made his way to this point. Or there was the option of getting out of dodge. Taking off before she ever saw him. Having no connection with her at all at this time. Take the coward’s way out so to speak. Well, that turned out to be the option he took. Calvin turned to the left and started to quickly heard down the hall to get out of sight.

The dog’s barking seemed to get louder at that point. Which turned out to have everything to do with the door being opened. Chasity had stepped out into the hall with the small dog at her side. She looked down one side of the hall. Then looked down the other side. The small dog still barking and letting out a couple of growls seemingly out of excitement more than anything else. Chasity locked eyes with the small dog spoke to him.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
See, there’s nothing at the door.

All the dog did was tilt his head to the side and panted out loud. Chasity rolled her eyes a little bit stepping back inside of her apartment as she patted the top of her thigh calling to the dog.

C H A S I T Y ★彡 A L L U R E
[ nefarious rogue ]
C’mon get back in here.

For a second the dog lingered there in the hallway. His head tilted to the side as he looked down the right of the hall. That playful growl could be heard once again. Though upon hearing his name “YOU” be called from Chaisty once again. The dog quickly trotted back inside the apartment building. As soon as the door closed Calvin peeked out behind the corner in the hall he had hidden himself in. He peered down the hallway where Chasity had just been standing moments ago. It really got under his skin. It really bothered him that he couldn’t go to her about this situation. The two of them had been under everything in the sun together.

From being the best of friends to becoming lovers. From dating and trying to balance their professional life from their personal life. From having to compete against each other professionally and it leading to jealousy in their personal relationship. To Chasity hiding things about personal matters. To Calvin cheating on her and then bragging about it. To hooking up and finding out they were pregnant. Leading to the issue that Calvin couldn’t cope with the miscarriage of his child. After all of that, after going through so much together. Chasity should have been the one person he could talk to. Yet he couldn’t. He just simply wasn’t ready yet. That being said Calvin started to begin his journey down the hall to get completely out of sight. Maybe just maybe one day this talk could happen.

* * * * *

[ NOTE: I believe this shouldn’t be an issue posting for this match as well. I talked to Sam the other day, and he suggested it since I wanted to do a little more than just with the other match for the sake of it not being overkill in case my opponent does no show. There’s quite a bit of character development featured in this roleplay. I’d say that it most certainly does out way match content, but hey it happens. I had a story I wanted to tell in order to get Calvin out there a little more from behind the camera. Best of luck to everyone involved! ]

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:39:11 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:39:11 GMT

There’s something riveting about making a man quit. Everytime I collect a submission victory in the ring I get my mind or my body still. A primal feeling runs up and down my spine; I pace a lot backstage like a rodeo bull in a pen. It feel so damn good, maybe too good.

I’m dangerous when I’m in that state. I wanna’ put somebody else down. I’ll seek out an unneeded fight if need be. So I stay away from other fighters for half an hour. I pour water down my usually parched throat and on top of my head. I breathe in and out so hard a passerby would think I’m having a fucking asthma attack.

Here I am in the bowels of the venue where that North Atlantic Wrestling calls home. As I come down off my high I still feel good. I promised Trenton, no last name, that if he didn’t put take our fight seriously that either his head was going to get punted off or I would choke him out. I ended up choking the chickenshit out. For once, I was a man of my word. I think that’s a victory within itself.

What I didn’t expect tonight was to see a man walk away from his corporate captors and reclaim his freedom. That doesn’t happen very often in this business, well at least I haven’t seen it much in my short stay in it.

It ain’t easy to tell the boss to fuck off, but that’s exactly what Bohannon did. I don’t know much about the guy except that he has a shady reputation for doing the bidding of our promoter, Alice White.

I’d had that same reputation in my early days in Fight One. It’s not fun to be known as the boss’s pet. No one trusts you even if you reform ya’ ways. The locker room turns a blind eye if somebody kicks the shit out of you or steals your gear bag.

It’s a pretty fucking lonely existence.

While I’m strolling down that pathetic path of my memory I spy someone coming towards me. It’s Bohannon. He doesn’t see me. Good. I really don’t want to be fucked with, but by the looks of him he doesn’t want to be either.

The son of a bitch keeps sighing. Hell, I know what causes that kind of sigh. The motherfucker knows he’s in over his head. I reckon his decision wasn’t well thought. Any second now he is going to have second thoughts about what he did tonight. I hope to hell he ain’t. There is nothing worse than being a corporate slave--well being the promotion’s black sheep ain’t that great either. Maybe ole’ Bohannon needs a pep talk, he just doesn’t need it from me.

Ah hell, don’t tell me I’m gonna’ go over and say something to him. Fuck...I really wanna’ be a man of my word...I don’t wanna break the promise I made to myself that I’m gonna’ fuck around with anybody. That just brings me a helluva lot of pain and inconvenience. So why the fuck are my feet starting to move? Am I really gonna’ do this? Yep, looks like it. Fuck me.

Bohannon sees me walking his way. He shoots me a look that tells me I better say something quick or there is gonna’ be trouble.

“Hey brother, listen I ain’t here for trouble. I just wanted to say ya’ did the right damn thing tonight. That’s all”, I say.

I don’t even give the courtesy of letting him respond. I ain’t here or anywhere to make friends. Still, I don’t feel like shit. Hell, I may not be a man of my word but I feel like I did the right thing.

I smile as I walk into the shadows. Still, a thought eats away in the back of my head, is this gonna’ come back to bite me in the ass?

_______________________________________________________

“Aight, so last week didn’t go so well for me. Cross Recoba beat my ass up and down the ring in front of the good people of Shreveport. The beating and the loss don’t bother me that much. Those come and go. What kills me about last week is that I came across as a damn liar.

So far, y’all have just heard me banter about lovin’ to fight. I promise I’m not some one dimensional motherfucker. Wanna’ know something else about me? I hate to fuckin’ lie. I hate it when people think I lie. I’m an open book. I don’t need to hide who I am behind some shady motives. So what I’m about to say is the one hundred percent, Goddamn truth.

I wanted to beat Recoba’s ass last week. All that shit talkin’ he did about me, well I wanted him to remember little ole’ me. A couple of bruises here or there what of done it. Maybe a limp. Just enough damage to show him and anybody else that thinks I’m a Karate Kid wannabe that I’m damn real.

I didn’t do that at Wicked 3 but I sure as fuck am at Wicked 4.

I have no problem walking into this match blind. Actually, I fuckin’ love the idea that I don’t know a single damn person in it. I’m not gonna’ have time to strategize or any shit like that. I’m gonna have to fight in the moment and find a way to survive. That’s livin’ to me. Gettin’ thrown to the wolves and seein’ if you slaughter those assholes. It gives me goosebumps just thinkin’ about it.

I promise to whoever volunteers to fight in this match that your ass is gonna’ be an example. I’m at my most dangerous when people doubt me. Anything y’all accrue in this fight that’s gonna’ make you say ‘ouch’ is gonna’ help me back up that statement.

Here is something else about me: I’m an ambitious man. I wanted to be the first Pure Champion. That ain’t gonna happen. I’m fine with that. I do have a chance to be the first challenger for the new champion though. Now, I’m not stupid. I know that I’m in the back of the line for that. Again, I’m fine with that. I have no problem clawin’ my way to the top of the heap. Going through however many fighters in this match is a damn good way to embark on that journey.

Whether either of the things I wanna’ happen in this match actually do or not is unknown, but by the end of this fight every fan and every member of the PAW locker room is gonn’a find out that I’m not liar; I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.”

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:39:52 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:39:52 GMT

“A BLAST FROM THE PAST”
HOLLYWOOD - OFF CAMERA
Few days before traveling to New Orleans

Times were tough for Alessandra Reynolds.

Better known to the wrestling world as Nova Wonder, years of blood, deathmatches, and lingering injuries were taking their toll on her body. At this point, who knew if she would even be cleared to return to a wrestling ring at all? Eating into years of savings wasn't easy for a girl who grew up with so little, who preferred to have that nest egg there, wasn't comforting at all. With a young daughter to support, and the ability to do the only thing she'd (legally) done with her life potentially taken off the table - maybe even forever - sitting on her hands and doing nothing was NOT an option.

This weekend spent in LA, her stomping grounds after leaving rainy Seattle the first time around, would hopefully provide that.

Relocating again... honestly? It would be a bitch. But after such a messy split from such an influential person in Miami, it would be best to fly under the grid for a while. Avoid any blips on the radar. She'd still own her home in Seattle... the roots would still be planted... that was what counted, right? At least, that's what she told herself.

With a nod and a solemn smile, Reynolds departed from the run-down school in Hollywood where she'd cut her teeth. Before departing for Tokyo, she'd earned her stripes in the withered building. Gently tucking some of her dark black hair behind her ear, she let out a soft sigh. Her body had taken a lot of abuse over the past decade, including the involvement of the use of a heavy knee brace on her right knee when it came to even trying to get back into the ring. Not that it didn't have its perks...

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Wondergirl!

The voice stunned her. It'd been awhile since she'd heard that term of endearment, and only made her yearn for more time in the ring... whether it was with clearances from medical staff or it wasn't. Turning her head, that warm feeling immediately went cold, and the Seattle-born girl's already pale face drained color even further.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
That IS what you're going by these days, isn't it? Or is it still Sandra?

Her nose crinkled at the sound of "Sandra." It ranked right up there with "Alice" on the list of pet names she'd been given that she resented, tremendously.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
It's never been Sandra. It was Less, or Alessandra... but never Sandra. What are you doing here, Zep?

Obviously a nickname, based on his musical preferences. It had kind of been the recurring theme of shady characters in her life. She couldn't recall a single drug dealer who's real name she actually knew. Maybe it was better that way. The scraggily-looking man shrugged his shoulders, throwing his arms out to both sides.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Working, obviously!

He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
I think the question is what are you doing here? Big time wrestling star, business woman... last I heard you hightailed it to Miami. Been years since we've seen you.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Well, it's good to see some things never change...

She cleared her throat, slightly. No doubt with the arrests they'd both faced, even if he wanted another lifestyle.. he likely couldn't get it due to his record. Slinging drugs was his bread and butter, but those days were well behind Reynolds.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
You know, I'm kind of a nomad, Zep. Been a while since I called Miami home, and slightly less time since I wrestled. Just trying to get my body back in shape. That's why I was in the school.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
What? You looking for a job?

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, almost making her regret letting out the information she had.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Well, I happen to know of an opening. . .

The man known as "Zep" had begun to reach for his pocket, and immediately, she could see the white top to a pill container. Dismissively, the raven-haired wrestler waved a hand, silently insisting for him to repocket the tube.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
No thanks. Not my thing.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Sandra Reynolds rejecting Hydros? Next you'll be telling me you're not drinking anymore.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
I'm not!

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
. . . The fuck happened to you?

He asked, almost offended. That reaction just happened to be what she lived for, a slight smile coming over her face.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Grew up. Had a kid. Built a life that didn't revolve around chasing pain killers with booze and crashing for days at a time. I've been clean nearly three years.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
A little one of you, huh? Bet that's surreal, dude. But, my offer still stands. You always were an excellent business brain.

She kept her expression neutral. Of course it was easy to sell drugs to a bunch of dependent people when she was a teenage girl. Especially when her own fix relied on selling. Shaking her head, again, she "politely" declined.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Not my thing anymore, dude. But thanks. I gotta' be heading out soon. Duty calls.

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
If you say so. I just know that when you wrestle... you'll stop by. They all do, eventually. . .

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
I'm sorry. What does THAT mean, exactly?

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Can't talk. Here comes my valued customer now. . .

Wrestler... valued customer? What did it mean? Alessandra, quick and crafty, took a hiding place behind some stacked sky high garbage. She couldn't risk being seen - or arrested. But curiosity got the best of her. Who was it? What did they want? Was it someone she knew? ... Only one way to find out.

Alessandra was certainly going to be in for a surprise here in a matter of seconds. For the person on the way serving as a “customer” was someone that she did in fact know. Calvin Harris happened to find himself in Hollywood for a couple of reasons. One of those reasons just happened to be just getting away from Chicago. He had cooped himself up in his apartment for months and now people were starting to drop by to invade his privacy. Rather it was his ex-girlfriend, his father, or friends. Calvin just wanted to be left along and didn’t want to be bothered by anyone or anything.

Another reason behind his trip to California was in support of his “habit” that he had picked up on. Sure, he could have gotten his hands back on some cocaine back at home. It was Chicago for cryin out loud. All kinds of drugs were sold in the city, but he couldn’t get his hands on the stuff that he got his hands on in California. It was some of the finest cocaine that money could buy. There was a few times that Calvin had made a connection with a shady individual by the name of “Zep” to get his hands on his drug of choice. Since he was in the Hollywood area. Calvin once again reached out to make the connection once again.

The part of Hollywood that Calvin had found himself walking in couldn’t have been anymore shady or distrusting. Abdomen homes were in the area. There were obvious “crackheads” and other druggie hanging out on the corners. Seemed like the area would be a “high crime” area. Certainly wasn’t a place for Calvin by any means. ‘Course he had the mindset of getting in and getting out. No problems would occur if he did that right? That being said Calvin came around the corner where he was meant to be meeting “Zep” and sure enough there was the man standing there before him.

Quicky, Calvin walked up to him. Being sure to look over his shoulder to make sure that no one was around and that no one was watching. Calvin couldn’t afford to be arrested. Not the best mindset to have in a situation but he had to be careful. As he approached the shady individual he spoke softly and quietly.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
You have what I need?

D R U G ★彡 D E A L E R
[ zep ]
Depends. Do you have what I need?

An arched eyebrow came from the shady man. Calvin was fully aware of what he was talking about. Reaching into the front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a pretty thick wad of cash. The bills were wrapped tightly around one another with a rubberband on them to keep things tight. “Zep” seeing what Calvin had to offer. Lead to him reaching inside his own pocket. A plastic bag became visible as it seemed to be twisted tightly around the top. There was a white powder like substance at the bottom of bag. Very much resembled that of an “8 Ball” as they called it.

At the exact same time the two men started to extend their hands towards one another to make the “exchange” for the lack of a better term. The money was placed in the palm of “Zep’s” hand as the same substance was placed in Calvin’s hand. Both men stepping back for a moment quickly sliding their hands in their pockets to hide what they were now in possession. Nothing needed to be said as Calvin simply nodded and then turned around to walk away from the shady individual.

From her hiding spot, Wondergirl's eyebrows narrowed wickedly. She'd been entrenched in this world for a long time. She knew every trick in the book... but to see her former paramour involved with drugs, especially one of the heaviest in the books? It wasn't acceptable. Pushing from behind the debris, she followed behind him at a rapid pace, with both arms folded beneath her chest.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
. . . Really?

She could see him jump at the sound of her voice. However, for such a simple question, it wasn't prosed with a simple inflection. It was posed with aggression.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
You come to my neck of the woods to buy THAT, and you don't think that you're going to be noticed? What the fuck, Calvin?

He was so focused on getting out of dodge. Getting back to his hotel room that at first he hadn’t even noticed anyone following. It wasn’t until he heard a very annoyed and a very aggressive voice that made him turn around. He came face to face with a woman that was a very-deep part of his past. At first he didn’t know how to react or how to even respond.

Calvin could have questioned why she was even in this part of LA. He could question why she was in LA. He could question many things, but it dawned on him that now someone that he knew - had an idea what he was into. That was unacceptable and instead of being up from. He chose to lie through his teeth.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
. . . What are you even talking about?

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
I'm talking about you spending a small fortune on coke.

Reynolds may have been a small girl, but she definitely pulled no punches. She closed in on him slowly - this had been her world and she had seen the fits that addicts could go on when challenged. If necessary, she had to be prepared to defend herself.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
I'm talking about you having cocaine on the mind, literally. I'm talking about that fuckin' con artist, Zeppelin, who has sold people boxes of baking soda that had been poured into a baggy just to make a quick buck! So, now that we got THAT out of the way... answer my question. What the fuck are you doing here, buying that shit?

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I don’t have to answer you.

Well that didn’t look good on him. First of all he didn’t exactly deny what she was saying, but then again he had a point to a degree. He didn’t have to answer her. She wasn’t his mother. She wasn’t his girlfriend. His wife. She was barely even his friend after everything they had gone through years before. Calvin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
And I think it’s best we pretend this confrontation never happened. Now leave me alone.

Coldly he spoke to her. Before turning his back to the much smaller woman in size and began his journey back down the sidewalk. Calvin knew Alessandra better than some. Despite their years apart. She didn’t know when to let things go. In fact if she felt like she had a point or felt like something needed to be said. She would let it be heard and wouldn’t give up until it did. That could be credited to the million and one reasons they are no longer together. As much as he knew that, Calvin still remained walking away from her.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
See, I'd like to, really. Especially considering the fact that you're being a dumbass. Under normal circumstances, I'd GLADLY leave you alone to be stupid.

The Seattle-born former champion followed behind him. Even though she couldn't see his facial expressions, she knew him well enough that she could practically imagine his stern, stiff face and petulant eye rolling. Snaking an arm around quickly, she yanked the bag from his hand and immediately dashed back a few quick steps - creating some distances between herself and the angry man.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
However, when you're killing yourself... I think it's okay that I make an exception.

She sneered at him, then the bag, holding it protectively behind her back with both hands.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Now, tell me what this is all about.

In a matter of seconds Alessandra had used her small stature against him. Using her slender and small hands to sneak around him. Snatch the baggie out of his pocket and create distance all before he could even realize what happened. Sure enough that stern expression was on his face when he turned himself around. He was more than angry at this point. Oddly enough maybe the angriest he’s ever been in his life.

Calvin’s addiction had gotten out of hand in the last month. That was showing all the signs of an abuser. He just stayed clear of people so they didn’t see it. Well, now someone was saying it. Glaring at Alessandra like she was literally the worst woman on the plant his aggressive tone came out.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Give that back to me you little bitch!

Bitch wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world to call her. When the dated back in 2012, he had said way-way worse during arguments. Calvin tried to make a move towards her but she was quick to step back. He was starting to realize any physical moves could result in her being a tad bit quicker than him and make this whole situation a lot worse than it needed to be.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I’m not killing myself. Of course you of all people would over exaggerate. But to repeat myself, I don’t have to answer to you.

He was working real hard on not getting it back. Refusing to answer a question. It was a simple question, but a question that he didn’t want to answer and one that he didn’t feel like it was any of her goddamn business to begin with.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
And for the record don’t pretend that you care now. You didn’t years ago. Now just give me my shit so I can be on my fucking way.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
You think I don't know what you're doing? I've seen it before. I made my living off of people exactly like you.

She spoke with wisdom and experience, shaking her head in his direction with a cold, unforgiving stare.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
If I didn't care, I wouldn't be stopping you. Because this is over.

Wondergirl pulled at the ziplock seam and quickly tipped the bag upside down. The white, powdery contents had poured from the bag onto the ground, while the Washington resident made sure to shake the bag and let all of its contents pour to the asphalt.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Are you fucking kidding me?!

He had wanted to do something from the moment he saw her unseal the baggie. In a matter of seconds it was all over. Realistically there had been nothing that he could have done. The anger that was consuming him at that moment was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. In a blinding rage Calvin lunged forward literally gripping the poor girl by her throat and squeezing down as he pushed her against the wall of a nearby building.

He could have been going to jail at any second now. All it took was someone to see what was happening. He didn’t have a care in the world now. The one thing that he cared about most right now had been dumped onto the ground. Glaring into her eyes as he watched her gasp for air.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Why?! Why would you fucking do something like that?! Do you not understand how badly that was needed?!

Calvin was watching her turn a shade of purple. He was letting the anger consume him and letting his emotions get the best of him. The man that stood here now was not the same man that Alessander once dated. Hell, he wasn’t even the same man of a few months ago. He gripped firmer.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Why did you make me do this, Alessandra?!

Her eyes had gone wide - the pressure of her windpipe being squeezed hard an all-too-horrifying sign. This could be the last day she spent on this planet. She did her best to gasp for a breath, but that was just useless when she felt the soles of her beat up tennis shoes leave the ground. Dangling by her throat, she sputtered and desperately tried to catch a breath, her fingers desperately trying to pry his vice grip off of her throat.

This wasn’t Calvin. Not by a long shot and Alessandra had to hope there was some tiny form of who he really was still deep down inside of him. For if there wasn’t it would be by his hand that she took her very last breath. Calvin’s eyes peered into hers, almost as if he was looking right into her soul. Then all of the sudden his grip let go. Alessandr’a feet hit the concrete of the sidewalk and she was able to breathe again. He could hear her gasping. He heard her sputting. He heard her doing everything that she could to gain her breath again. As for him he felt his knees give out as he fell to the concrete on those same knees.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I can’t do this anymore. . . I can’t. . . It hurts too much. . .

Every instinct wanted her to be angry with him. To tell him to piss off and shove him away. But... she couldn't. As she had said, she'd seen this before. She'd caused this before. She contributed to this before. While she may not have ever given a hand to Calvin's addictions, she had been responsible for exorcising a number of demons in the residences of Los Angeles for her own, personal gain. She had to try and make it right...

Her ribs ached from how hard she had to search for her breath. Her neck had angry, purple fingermarks on it from his grasp and there was an immediate ache from being held off of her feet by her throat. Alessandra took a sharp breath and wiped her mouth off on the crook of her arm, cleaning up the sputter.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Yeah. . . yeah, I'd bet. . .

She reached for a wall, using it to pull herself up on "spaghetti legs."

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
I think we need to have a talk.

Calvin wouldn’t have blamed her if she had walked at that point. Truth be told he expected it. The thing that the two had never been good at when they dated was communication. Now that they weren’t anything to each other what would make things better in that department? Not to mention the man had just tried to kill her moments beforehand. Surprisingly enough she didn’t walk away. She forced herself to stand the best of her ability and then actually offered to speak to him.

A very defeated and confused, Calvin looked up at her. His eyes locking with hers for a brief moment before he shook his head. He had started to force himself to stand up.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
. . . I just need to get to New Orleans . . .

This was just like days before when Chasity had confronted him in his apartment about talking about the situation that he was dealing with. He refused to talk then and it appeared that he was going to refuse to talk now.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Right. . .

The look she had given him was similar to the one that she would give her daughter. This was his mindset right now - a child's. If that's how things were, that is how she would treat him and her stern gaze told him everything he needed to know.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
Well. . . you've got my number if you need it. Day or night. Have a good trip. . .

She had finally managed to find her own barings, as difficult as that was. Gently pounding her fist on her chest a few times to get her breathing back to normal, she cleared her throat moments later.

A L E S S A N D R A ★彡 R E Y N O L D S
[ the wondergirl ]
And keep your nose clean.

The look she had gave him made him feel about an inch tall. Truth of the matter was this wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to discuss. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to talk about. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to come to grips with. That’s exactly why he had turned to everything he had turned to in the first place. He ran his hands through his jet black hair. All the way through the small strands of blonde all the right side of his head that were hanging on for dear life. He forced himself to look at her once again.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I’m sorry for what happened.

From the somber tone of voice. The one thing Alessandra could have taken out of everything that had happened is she would have known that he was truly sorry based off that tone of voice. Calvin had been an asshole many times to her, but when he knew he was wrong and when he knew he fucked up. He could always own up to it.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
And I’m sorry, I can’t talk about this with anyone. When it comes to you, I just don’t think you’d understand.

He lightly shook his head from one side to the other. Ironically enough not too much had changed in the four years that they had been apart from each other. After all this time he still couldn’t trust her enough to talk to her about the things that bothered him the most. Not another word to come from his lips, Calvin began to walk away from Alessandra. Leaving her to go on about her life. Now that it appeared that she would live another day.

“NOT FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT”
THE PARK - ON CAMERA

Cameras were rolling and set to film an exclusive peace within the park. With the cameras opening up they found themselves in a specific area. This area was more so described as the “Game” area. There were all types of games surrounding. From the usual theme park like games such as the basketball shoot out, the ring toss, skee ball, the water gun game, and so forth. All the little prizes that come with those games hung on the back wall. Almost like it was a way to tease the competitors that took place in these games or to motivate them. Depends on how one looked at it.

All of the sudden there was the sound that seemed familiar. It was the sound of a basketball hitting the concrete pavement. Cameras circled back around towards the area where the basketball game had been set up for the amusement park. As the cameras focused in a man that was starting to make himself known from a visual standpoint. A man that people had heard from twice already. A man that was coming to PAW was standing there. Dribbling the ball back and forth was the Martyr. Calvin’s eyes found themselves focusing on the cameras as he suddenly stopped bouncing the ball. Holding it up and under his arm.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Amusement is the whole point of this company’s existence. It is all about providing amusement. All about providing entertainment. All about giving the rednecks and hillbillies that come through these parts something to talk about at the trailer park.

As people should have learned by now. Anytime that Calvin spoke it was either in a rude and hateful manner. Or it was in a very sarcastic tone. This time it seemed to be both.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
I can’t say it enough how much it sickens me that Pure Amusement Wrestling is setting the business back years and years by making it a laughing stock with this whole amusement park shit. It is going to make people think that professional wrestling is a game. It is going to make people think that professional wrestling is a joke. It is going to make people think that professional wrestling is for nothing more than a bunch of clowns that have nothing better to do with their lives. As I’ve done said before. This business is in my fucking blood and therefore I didn’t choose to get involved with the business just to be laughed at or mocked. That might be fine for everyone else, but it isn’t fine for me.

Shaking his head in a bit of a harsh manner. Made sense that no one wanted to be mocked or laughed at it. Of course it was a given that Calvin looked at things differently when it came to PAW than others looked at it.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Take the man known as James Edwards for example shall we? The man seems all about being humiliated. All about being a joke.. All about being laughed at. All about being mocked. Because he put himself out there for those things when he added his name to the Open Invitational Match. Now I am sure that’s going to leave you confused, James. I am sure it is going to leave everyone else confused. To the point that your pea-sized brains can’t even put together a thought that would even begin to follow the logic that I am going with. Good news for you though. I’ve got no problem explaining myself. I’ve got no problem at all putting it all out there for the less fortunate when it comes to their brain.

James, it’s clear to me that you are all about being a laughed at, mocked, and humiliated. Why else would you else would you willingly enter an Open Invitational Match when it’s a Dark Match? For crying out loud, you were just part of the actual show just a few weeks ago. You were part of the PURE Championship tournament. Now you’re taking a major step back? Not only are you taking a major step back or a major step down. You’re also bragging about how you’re going to win. You’re bragging about how you’re not going to be made a liar. You’re bragging about about how not a single person in this match is going to be able to stop you on making sure that your message is delivered to the PAW Roster.

For a brief moment Calvin paused continuing to shake his head from side to side.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Does that even make sense to you? Because it sure as hell doesn’t make the least bit of sense to me, James. Do you not realize that you’ve already been proven to be a liar? Do you not realize the moment that you got eliminated from the PURE Championship tournament that no one took you seriously anymore? You were the one that claimed you would win. You were the one that claimed you were going to make it through the tournament. You’re the one that vowed to be the first ever PURE Champion. Only for you to prove to everyone that you aren’t worth a fuck and that you are indeed a liar.

When you didn’t go the distance and win the tournament. You proved that you couldn’t be a man of your word. Seeing as you didn’t end up winning the PURE Championship. You proved that going forward. No one should ever take anything that you say seriously. You’re a joke now. People will mock you and laugh at you for many years to come, but you certainly didn’t do yourself any favors by stepping down majorly. Didn’t do yourself any favors in bragging about how you’re going to win a match that essentially doesn’t mean a goddamn thing when it’s over.

In my eyes James, you are nothing. You’re not a man to be taken seriously. You aren’t a man that is a threat to anyone that has entered this match. You are not a man that we should take seriously. And you damn sure aren’t a man that is a man of your word. Instead you are nothing more than a punching bag to everyone else that enters this match. You are just a man that all of us so called newbies can slap around and show this freak show of a company why the new blood is already better than you. Trust me, James. You might not like what’s coming your way but unlike you I am a man of my word. And I guarantee, you won’t beat me!

The look in Calvin’s eyes told a story. He was a man that truly believed in his words. He was a man that truly believed that he was unstoppable. Wasn’t going to be long before that attitude made the Martyr one of the most hated men in PAW. At the same time it was almost a given that’s what Calvin was aiming for.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
You know speaking of men that won’t beat me. That would bring me to a man by the name of CJ O’Donnell. One of the “new blood” stars coming to Pure Amusement Wrestling. From what I hear CJ, you’re a bit of a disgruntled and a bit of a bitter individual. From the story you tell, you are someone that’s worked major promotion after major promotion. And from the way you tell it. You’ve been held down time and time again. From the way you tell it, you’ve never been given the proper chance to shine. From the way you tell it you’ve never been given the proper opportunities to prove yourself. From the way you tell it, you were promised all these things and in the end it didn’t happen. Cue why you are so bitter and jaded towards major promotions.

By now the man had started to walk along the concrete pavement of the park. Forcing the cameras to follow along with each step that he made. Keeping those brown eyes on the cameras.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
The way you act is that you are God’s Gift to professional wrestling and that everyone should basically bow at your feet. The way you act as if you are the baddest motherfucker on the planet because you stood up for yourself, because you didn’t take a company’s bullshit, and because you stood up for yourself. The way you act is if you’re just going to come into PAW and dominate the competition without breaking a sweat. All because you’re bound to be the big fish, in a small pond. That’s pretty laughable if you ask me. You know CJ, if you were such a big deal. If you were God’s Gift to wrestling like you carry yourself. If you’ve worked for all these major promotions. Wouldn’t that mean that I have heard of you?

Wouldn’t that mean that I would actually have a clue to who you are and where you have been? Wouldn’t that imply that I would see you as a threat to me? Wouldn’t I see you as the biggest competition in this Open Invitational match? Seems pretty obvious to me. Seems like how I’d feel and how I’d look at things. But the truth is I haven’t heard of you. I don’t know where you’ve been, then again. I don’t care either. I damn sure don’t see you as a threat or the biggest competition to me in this match. All I see when I look at you, CJ is simply this. You’re a guy that thinks he is better than he actually is. A guy that likes to write checks with his mouth that his ass can’t cash. And a guy who deserved everything he got up until this point.

Calvin was very much being a smart ass at this point. Doing what he could get under the skin of CJ for their up and coming bout. He leaned long ago, if you won the mental battle. Then you’ve already got the war won.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
That might get under your skin. I expect it too. It might motivate you to want to take my head off. It might frustrate you to the point that you’re going to be out for blood. To be honest I can handle that. I could even see you trying to act like a hard ass and using the same logic I just used when it comes to not knowing who the hell I am. That’s fine, CJ. Go that route if you want. Though when this is all said and done. I’ll prove that not only are you a small fish in a very small pond, but I am a shark that’s living in a small pond. Eating anything and everything that stands in my way.

That wicked looking grin crossed his lips. The Martyr had called out the so called Distinguished. One could only imagine how interesting this was going to get when the two forces combined with one another in the middle of the ring. A first time encounter for the two of them but after those words there was a good chance. At some point or another the two men would meet each other again. As Calvin continued to walk down the pavement of the amusement park. He could be heard speaking once again.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Now I finally come to other two pathetic little souls I’ll find myself in the ring with on February 18th. I am talking about Lola and Trixie. I could be that sexist pig that claims that women don’t belong in the wrestling business. I could be sexist and say that women aren’t physically as strong as men. I could be a sexist bastard and claim that women’s only place in life is bare-footed, pregnant, and in the kitchen making a man’s dinner. I could say that, but I won’t say that. Reason being is in my time in this business. I have competed against some of the finest women to ever compete in wrestling. Some of those women were better by far than some of the men I have been in the ring with. Course now I don’t get that vibe with either one of you. I am simply stating I won’t go the sexist route because I know better from what I have encountered over the years.

It was almost a given that Calvin wasn’t going to have anything respectful to say about any of his opponents. He had nothing respectful to say about James. Nothing positive or respectful to say about CJ. Now it seemed like that would be the same route he’d be going down for Trixie and Lola.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Trixie, it is clear to me that you are a little bit of an attention whore. You like it when all eyes are on you. You like it when everyone makes you the center of their universe. You like it when men are drooling and hovering all over you. From what I’ve gathered Trixie, you’ll take any and all attention you can get from a man. Doesn’t matter if it’s just having their eyes on you or if they’re being pretty damn physical with you. That most certainly covers the “whore” part of things when it comes to you. But it seems clear to me that you are very much in over your head Trixie. Not a single one of us men that are in this match are going to be worried about giving you attention. Not a single one of us are going to be worried about which one of us you’re going to suck off after the show. Our attention isn’t going to be on you in the way that you want.

Instead our attention is going to be focused on taking you out of the match and seeing to it that you don’t defeat us. That’s what we care about. That’s what wrestling is all about. That’s what matters the most. Then again it seems pretty obvious to me that you don’t know very much about wrestling at all. Seems to me that you’ve never stepped into a wrestling ring a day in your life. In fact it seems like you just decided one day, you needed some extra cash and therefore professional wrestling seemed like a good way to make a little bit of money. Despite never taking a bump in your entire fucking life. And that’s why I say PAW is out to make the wrestling business look like a joke by signing people like you, Trixie. Understand this though when the match is over. You’re going to be lying flat on your back, beaten up, and exhausted... just not in the way you’re used to or like.

His lips curled up into a pretty devious smirk at that moment. Calvin was a man that loved to take pot shots and loved to cross a line for the sake of getting under people’s skin. Although he wasn’t sure how much it would get under her skin considering she loved the attention, but one thing he did know is that Trixie was in for a very rude awakening when it came to what wrestling was all about.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Now when it comes to you, Lola. There’s an old saying that goes hand in hand with expecting the unexpected. None of us really know what you’re capable of. None of us know how good or how bad you might be in the ring. None of us really know what to expect at all when you enter this match with all of us, but that’s where I am going to live by the logic of expecting the unexpected. Until I get in the ring with you, Lola. I’ve got no other reason to believe anything other than you’re the best thing that’s ever been involved in this business. Chances are that’s not true, but until I know for sure otherwise. I have to believe that. Kudos to you for having the mystery advantage.

His walking of the park came to an end at that particular moment. Keeping those eyes of his locked on the cameras before him.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
Understand this though Lola. That advantage only lasts up until we get in the ring with each other. Once that happens then myself and everyone in the match will know what you bring to the table. Anyone and everyone that you may face in the future are going to know what you are capable of. People are going to watch closely and therefore you’ll never have that mysterious advantage to your favor ever again. But also understand I don’t care how good you are. I don’t care what you bring to the table. I don’t care how mysterious you chose to be. One way or another, you’re going to fall like the other the other three on my mission to make my name known in PAW. Nothing and no one is going to stop that.

Calvin’s arrogance was oozing out of him. Not a single fuck was given on his behalf on who it might offend. In his mind he was going to leave with the victory. It was that simple.

C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
[ the martyr ]
This is a kill or be killed kind of world. I don’t plan to be the one that’s dead anytime soon. So let the Martyr’s Massacre begin for I am not here for your amusement!

Those were the words that would serve as the final words before the up and coming match. Five people were set to be part of the Open Invitational. Each and every single one of them entering the match were entering with a different cause or a different belief. They were all focused and they all wanted to have their hands raised in the end. That might have been the goal for all of them. Course in the end only one of them could be the victor. Only one of them could have their hand raised in victory. People were just going to have to wait and see who that person was. That being said the Martyr turned his back to the cameras starting to walk away leading to the cameras fading to black.

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[ NOTE: Well here’s my second one for the match. I am not sure how I feel about it. I just enjoyed getting my feet wet and telling a story. In the end I hope those that judge do get something out of it as far as judging goes. Nothing sucks more than reading something that isn’t enjoyable at all. So here’s to hoping that isn’t the case. Once again I wish the best of luck to everyone that is involved with the match. May the best person win. ]

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:40:44 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:40:44 GMT

The scene fades into a street in downtown Purity, Louisiana. The street is obviously in the inner-city section of the town. Newspapers proclaiming the top stories of the day line the streets. Other trash is strewn about the ground. A conglomerate of people walk the street: Some rich, aristocratic people who are working downtown, some middle-class people who may be downtown shopping or working, and some poorer people who, unfortunately, must live around here. The camera pans to a man sitting on the street corner. He is one of the richer ones on the street, but from the looks of him, you wouldn't be able to tell. He is laying in the street, reading a newspaper, and his face is obscured. What we can see of him now are his white sneakers and old, crummy jeans with grass stains. The newspaper suddenly moves ... and we can recognize the man. He is “The Distinguished" CJ O'Donnell. He is wearing his trademark white t-shirt with "Unstable" written in red on the front. Sunglasses adorn his face. He obviously has not shaven in the past few days, and is sporting a scruffy beard. One thing about CJ O'Donnell, he always looks on top of his game, he always looks ready to strike. One thing about the CJ O'Donnell we are seeing right now ... he looks disenfranchised, he looks disoriented. This cannot be the same man. This man is obviously changed. We are about to find out what is going on, as he opens his mouth and begins to speak …

"I guess sometimes ... you have to start over.”

CJ laughs. It is a deep laugh, filled with uncertainty. Something is obviously wrong.

"Ya know something ...

... that's exactly my plan.”

CJ slowly pulls himself up. He now sits upright against the wall. He is attempting to pull himself together.

"Alright ... first off, let me apologize. Let me apologize for the past two weeks. I haven't been myself. I haven't been me. I've been … something that I do not want to be. I've been ... downright EVIL. Evil? Yeah, that's what I've been. No wait I have been Unstable? Yeah that fits better. My mind has had hundreds of thoughts running through it. Should I continue to wrestle? Should I take a break? Should I visit family? Should I make amends with enemies? Every question imaginable has popped into my mind. And, I'm not happy with it. Never have I been so indecisive. Ever since getting placed inside that casket, I haven't been myself.”

CJ stares directly into the camera.
"And …
... I'm starting over. I have no other choice really.”

CJ takes a deep breath and exhales.

"You see, Pure Amusement Wrestling ... I need a chance to re-prove myself. I need a chance to regain my composure. I get a chance in a few short nights to show my new attitude. You might be thinking ... new attitude? Well, at least a return to my normal attitude. Will I still be interfering in matches? Hell yeah. Will I still be using a damn shillelagh to lay anyone the fuck out? Yes sir. Will I still be causing havoc and chaos wherever I go? Abso-fucking-lutely! I would not have it no other way. You see, its like this ... I thought I needed to start off slow, PAW. But then I said to myself why? This is my chance to shine. My chance to get to outside of my comfort zone and really reach my full potential. No one knows me here. No one is going to take me serious. I am not on top of the mountain. I have to prove myself against people who do not know me. A challenge that I am willing to accept. For fuck sake we are wrestling inside an amusement park. So I ask myself how hard can this be?”

O'Donnell pauses a minute to gather his thoughts.

"The more I think about it the more I feel like a kid on Christmas morning waiting to open up his presents from Santa Clause. Anything can happen. Expect the unexpected because we are all very dangerous people. We are not normal. Who in their right mind would sign on with a company that mainly attracts circus freaks and families ... ME that's who!"

CJ lets out a sigh.

"But, this coming week, I have the chance to redeem myself. I have the chance to show exactly whom I am. What makes The King of Controversy tick? You see I do not care what type of match they have planned for me. It can be a singles, tag team, handicap, first blood, no holds barred, falls count anywhere. Just all I ask is for one thing …”

O’Donnell lets out a deep laugh. This time it is a laugh of confidence, a laugh of readiness.

“Let me fight. Do not put reigns on me. Do not try and control me. Let me release my anger and hatred for the entire world to see. I know they will enjoy it. I know people want to see blood. They want to see insane bumps. They want to see violence.”

CJ smirks.

“So do not be the bad guy. Be the guy that fans cheer. Welcome the Unstable family into PAW and it will bring you nothing but peace. Trust me and I will not steer you wrong. So I will leave you with this to ponder …The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”

As a smile comes across the face of Caleb he gives the camera a wink. His mind is not normal as it is everywhere. As the camera zooms into his eyes you see some a far away look in them. Camera fades to black.

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OPEN INVITATIONAL DARK MATCH Apr 8, 2016 3:41:35 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 3:41:35 GMT

02/11/2016

I’m pretty sure if one of the good, salt-of-the-Earth folks of the Wilkes-Barre area walked into the Denny’s where my ass is currently seated they’d think something fishy was up.

A nervous, awkward looking kid. A confident older woman who is well dressed and giving him a devilish smile. Yeah, the scene definitely looks fishy, maybe even sketchy to the folks eyeing us from the breakfast counter. I bet they are probably thinking we are student and a college professor having a clandestine meeting before we fuck in the back of her Lexus.

Fuck, those people and their discount bin romance novel sensibilities. This is a business meeting. One that I feel I am screwing up, badly.

“Why do I need to sign an exclusive deal with y’all again?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

Cadence Brown, the sharply dressed and sassy legal rep from the Universal Wrestling League shakes her head and sighs. I’m sure she wants to throw her suitcase sized purse at my head.

“Mr. Edwards---”

“Just call me James”, I say.

She scowls. Ah hell, what did I do now?

“Like I was saying James”, the extra emphasis on my name tells me that my intuition was right, she’s pissed. “Our company runs weekly events. We expect all our talent to appear on each and every show, extenuating circumstances withstanding.”

I cock another at her and then furrow my brows in confusion.

“Like a special case or something like that.”

Ms. Brown looks like she is close to losing her mind before she regains her composure. “Yes, that is correct.” Every syllable in her sentence is said with military precision. Fuck, she ain’t happy.

“Well ma’am, I believe I have those.”

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“Extenuating circumstances, better known as the modern day escape hatch. Yeah, that’s a pretty fuckin’ harsh prononcment, but I’m not the kinda’ guy who is gonna’ waste time waxing poetic. I’ve gone on the record as sayin’ that I hate the extracurricular fireworks that go on in this business. To me our job as fighters is simple: we show up, beat the hell of each other and get paid. It’d be great if that was what it was like, but nope there always has to be a catch with the modern day fighter. There are mouths that have to be run and egos whose dicks need to be stroked.

All that shit leads the majority of modern day fighters to do seedy shit that fuckin’ ain’t right. Slanderin’ and injurin’ other fighters without a care; without a thought of repercussion; always with an excuse, extenuating circumstances, to wriggle out of the potential punishment.

I see a lot of those types have crawled off of the shit house floor to enter into this little pre-show ruckus before Wicked.

Now, before I start off another tangent, I wanna’ say that not every fighter in this match seems like a bad seed. Mr. CJ O’Donnell, I’ll give ya’ credit, for a guy with an established reputation in this business you’re comin’ in with the right attitude. You don’t care about having’ to work before the show, you’re glad to have the chance to fight. I look forward to throwin’ down with ya’ brother; hope you live up to your reputation.

Aight’...now I have to be a hypocrite and sling some mud, but I feel like I need to get these things off of my chest if I’m gonna have an honest fight.

Lola, girl, I don’t know what you’re fuckin’ deal is. We all get that people hate your ass. Good for you, but what good is all that gonna’ do once you get in the ring. Do you think that somehow you’re gonna’ use all this supposed hate to come out swingin’ and take all of us down? Listen lady, I’ve fought with hate in my heart and the want to prove everybody wrong. It doesn’t work. You wear yourself down emotionally and in the moment of truth you ain’t got shit left in the tank. Come into this fight with a clear head or get that pretty little hit of yours knocked off.

Trixie, you remind me a lot of women I’ve fought in the past. Beautiful. Ferocious. The difference, though, is that they were strong women. Darlin’ you ain’t. I think back to high school...fuckin’ high school...and I remember girls that thought just because they had a nice pair they were gonna’ charm the world. In ninety-nine percent of professions that will take you a helluva’ long way Don’t insult the rest of us, especially the men in the match, with the idea that somehow your looks are gonna’ disarm us all. I have no issue with kickin’ that perfect body of yours until it breaks. This ain’t a pageant; this ain’t the prom; this is a motherfuckin fight. You’re gonna’ get hurt. What the fuck are you gonna’ do when that happens? Are you gonna’ cry to Munin that we were mean to the princess? For fuck’s don’t. Just fuckin’ fight and don’t try to rub your tits all over us all.

So that brings us me to you Calvin. I look at you and I see what I could be. For all your self professed respect for this business you come across as a spoiled motherfucker that thinks the world needs to be handed to him. You’re new to this company, Calvin, how the fuck can you complain about not gettin’ the main event or whatever? You gotta’ work up towards that, man. There ain’t no shame in gettin’ your hands dirty on the lowest rung of the ladder. If you really respected this business you would know that. Shit, just thinkin’ about this is pissin’ me off so I’m done; see ya in a few days Calvin.

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Ms. Brown’s looks have gotten worse and worse as our meeting has gone on. My mention of extenuating circumstances hasn’t helped my case of why UWL should offer me a job.

“What the hell do you mean by extenuating circumstances, James?”

I honestly have no idea what to tell her. I thought I had a good idea but now...shit, I’ve got nothing and I can feel my chances of being back in the big time slipping away as the seconds tick by.

Author's Note: Listen, I'm sorry for the less than stellar quality of this piece. I really wanted to get a second RP and didn't plan it out well.

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