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FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #30 on: May 01, 2015, 05:15:46 PM »
Austin, Texas. I feel my body lifted up high over Jenny Dare's head then slammed down on the apron of the mat. A powerbomb. I feel my spine bend and the muscles in my back split apart. I scream so loud, the cheap seats could swear they were ringside. My arms at my sides, my hands clenching, my eyes shut tight. My body trembles, and I feel my toes go numb.

The referee asks me if I want to quit. I shout something at him that the TV audience never gets to hear. I've never lost an "I Quit" match. No woman has ever made me submit. And this blonde bimbo isn't going to be the first.

She raises me up a second time, sending me back down at the edge of the apron. The crowd doesn't make that "Ohhh!" sound, they don't cheer, they don't boo. They are dead silent. When I hit, there's an electrical flash through my limbs. I can't scream. I can't make a sound. The referee asks me again, but I can't answer.

And before he can ask a third time, Jenny raises me up and slams me down again. To be honest, I don't remember it. I had to watch a video to even know what happened. I see myself—as I do now—my body slamming into the apron, bouncing up, then falling back down. Broken over the apron of the ring, my eyes shut tight, my lips trembling, my arms limp on the apron. I mumble something. The referee bends down to hear it. I see my lips moving again and he calls for the bell.

Jenny keeps the Austin Championship and I spend a few months in traction.

The mists of memory start to part. New gear can't hide old injuries...



LvK: Ladies and gentlemen, we've FINALLY got EMTs and security out here, taking care of Punky and Aika... I have to say, we've seen some insane things here in FTW, but never anything like that. The commissioner is going to have to do something about this.

RP: They're professionals, van Keel. You let the women work.

LvK: This is too far, Rick. A spear off the stage, ten feet to the cement floor? Did you see how Megan's head bounced off the...

RP: Look, these two are crazy. You put them in a steel cage and one of them is going to be making the other one eat it.

LvK: (turning to the camera) I want to apologize to our audience right now.

RP: Don't waste your time on the smarks. Right now there's some @#$hole telling his girlfriend, "Don't worry, sweetie. They know how to fall."

LvK: Goddammit, Rick! This business isn't about...

RP: HOLY #$%^! AIKA IS STANDING UP!
 


The crowd erupts into discordance as Aika draws herself up as if pulled by marionette strings. And at the same time, Punky pushes Tantalus away and he tumbles out of the camera's eye. Security guards and EMTs grab both women, keeping them apart.


Aika charges...

... but stumbles...

... falling to her knees...

... screaming...

... and clutching her back.


And it isn't Aika's voice that screams.

It's Rowan's.


Punky's body swerves like a drunk driver, screaming at Aika: "HOW'S THAT FOR @#$%ING PAIN, CHANCE? I CAN HURT YOU, ROWAN! I CAN @#$%ING HURT YOU!"

From her knees, Aika howls. She leaps up, but the mass of security and EMTs hold both women apart, their limbs reaching over heads and shoulders, clawing and kicking. Then, slowly, the two groups move to the backstage...

The audience erupts into a unified chant of boos.


LvK: My God...

RP: I knew it was all an act! I knew it!

LvK: (glaring at Rick, then back to the camera) Ladies and—ahem—ladies and gentlemen... this has been a most unusual episode of Full Throttle Wrestling. I... I'm... (slowly shaking his head)

RP: van Keel's lost it. I have no idea what's next, but hey, producer, let's go to it!
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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #31 on: May 01, 2015, 07:42:08 PM »
LVK: No no Rick! I haven't lost anything!

RP: So...what do we have next, van Keel?

LVK: These are the sorts of things you should be aware of as a professional wrestling announcer, Rick.

RP: Uh, yeah. I think I lost the format sheet.

LVK: *sighs*


Suddenly, the whole screen turns white and only a long *beeeeeeeeeeep* can be heard, like a test of the Emergency Broadcast System.

An image appears in the screen.

{alt}

It stays on screen for several seconds before we suddenly cut back to the announcers, looking a bit surprised.

RP: what was that?

LVK: I … don't know! It almost looks like …

*Larry suddenly listens to his headset and then speaks much more confidently*

LVK: Looks like we just had some interference with our signal, but it’s all been cleared up now.

RP: But what was that nutty picture?

LVK: You got me there, Rick. It didn’t look like any sort of logo I’ve ever seen.

RP: Well, it damn sure wasn’t Diet Pepsi. My guess? That was some mystic BS from that Aika and Tantalus! Again!

LVK: Whatever it was, it's all fixed now, and we can go on with the show!
« Last Edit: May 01, 2015, 07:43:34 PM by Tenebris Messem »

Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #32 on: May 01, 2015, 11:43:55 PM »
After this very interesting „match“ - and that interfering signal - the scene changes and we're in the backstage area again. The part with the FTW-caterers' buffet set up, to be exact. Wrestlers  and staff members, sitting, eating, chatting, and after a while Lisa Starr is in the picture. Rocking back and forth on her steel chair, Converse sneakers clad feet put up on the table, and a huge plateful of Chicken Nuggets and French Fries resting on her lap. Shaking her head while looking at the TV screen.

„Now that was f*BEEP*ing cheap!“

She mutters after the bell has rung and Sadie gets carried out of the arena by Red. Her eyes remain fixed on the TV as Megan and Aika keep going at it. Meanwhile, in the back of the screen, you can see a bunch of security guys running by on their way to get those two away from each other before they beat this entire city to ashes. Lisa's eyes grow as Megan spears Aika off the stage. “And THAT was AWESOME!” Lisa raises her cup, and as the security and EMTs flood in to hold them apart, her eyes drift to the side.

“Finally!! And where have you been all this time? You missed the 'match'. Megan and Aika were beating the crap out of each other! You shoulda seen this!! Speared her ALL the way from the stage, down to the concrete floor! Stuff flying EVERYWHERE!”

Lindsay steps into the picture, standing next to Lisa. “Oh I've been...nowhere! And...oh no! I missed that? That is...such a shame!” You can see on her face that she's lying. She's horrible at lying!! And it's obvious that she's actually pretty happy she didn't have to see Aika. And from the looks of it, Lisa's not sad either. She has the motel room next to Lindsay's after all! And it's hard to catch sleep when the girl next door is screaming all night.

Lindsay quickly changes the topic to “Hey, thanks for saving some food for me!” looking at the 17 pieces of fried chicken on Lisa's plate, who looks up at Lindsay a little confused and answers. “Eh...no?” “But...isn't that a bit much for you?!”

“That's what they said.” Lisa points across the room and the cameraman follows the direction, showing the Mulkey cousins. Both of them rubbing their foreheads. “And they got a tray to the face.” Lisa says with a satisfied grin across her lips before putting a couple of fries into her mouth. “Oh....oh, okay...” Lindsay mutters, then lets out a big sigh and looks down at Lisa with puppy eyes. It doesn't take long until “Fiiiiiine! One!”

Just as the hungry Dragon reaches for it, their attention is taken away from the food as an irritating voice echoes through the room.

“Look, Red, I know you're probably not talking to me right now,” Sadie says.

“You're right, I'm not.”

“I get it, heat of the moment and all. I just want to say...”

Red EXPLODES.

“What, Sadie? What is it that you 'just want to say?' That I should be happy for you that you tied the Countdown noose around your neck tonight? That I should pat you on the back for announcing to the entire world that you're Callista's new puppet? That I should smother you with kisses, because you publicly humiliated Jenny Dare, just because she's a girl from my past?”

“Actually, I just wanted to ask if you'd buy me a milkshake.”


And there they stand. In the middle of the room, everyone glaring at them. The Red Enforcer with his little Sadie Davis on his back. Everyone's just looking for a few seconds, until...

“AHEM!” Lisa loudly clears her throat, sets down her plate and gets to her feet. Arms folded across her chest, Lindsay standing slightly behind her. “What do we have here? The newest little figurine in Callista Quinn's game of Chess! And her...mule?”

Lindsay pinches Lisa's arm and whispers “Ehm...what do you mean, Chess?” “She joined Countdown.” “Oh, ok! … … WHAT?!”

Sadie hops off Red's back and walks to the table, facing Lisa and looking her square in the eyes. Red's right behind her.

“Very impressive win out there! I mean, the way you did absolutely NOTHING was great! Actually was the BEST I've ever seen from you.”

“And who are you again? I have trouble remembering the names of nobodies.”

“I'm the girl who's going to do the world a favor and shut your annoying little mouth for good.”

“Take your best shot, sugar-plum, but...” Sadie nods toward Lindsay “...shouldn't you give your baby a bottle and put her down for a nap first?”


Lisa's eyes narrow as Sadie smirks right into her face. The tension's rising, and Lindsay starts tugging on Lisa's arm. “Ehm. Lisa? Calm down, maybe? Ah...no trouble here, okay? Like...everyone's watching! And...and Sadie, that wasn't very nice!”

Lisa pulls her arm from the Dragon's grip “Feeling pretty good about yourself, huh? Think ya can take me? Then why don't you ask your big guy over there what it's like to be pinned by me, 1-2-3, in the middle of the ring! He should remember. Wasn't too long ago, was it? And you, little girl, should be careful what you're saying. The only thing that changed since you joined Countdown, is that now I have even more of a reason to beat the living hell out of you!”

“Liiiisaaaaaaaa! Calm down...”

“Looks like you should tighten the leash on your barking little dog, Lindsay. She's getting out of control!”

“And maybe YOU should get your brains out of your dick, start growing balls and finally, for ONCE do what YOU think is right, you masqueraded prick!”

Lisa hasn't even finished her sentence before Sadie EXPLODES, screaming as she flies over the table at Lisa. “NOBODY DISRESPECTS RED!!” Food flies in all directions, as the Dragon Starrs stumble back a few steps. Pressing forward, Sadie rocks Lisa with a forearm to the jaw.

Lisa's head jerks back, but she replies with a fist to Sadie's face. And gets one right back at her. The two are brawling back and forth. Lindsay steps in from the side, looking to separate the two, but before she can get there, Red is quickly behind her, hooking her arms in a Chickenwing-Hold to keep her from getting in the middle of this.

“HEY!! Let...me go!” Lindsay gasps as she struggles in the hold. Arms tensing as she shakes them side to side, but Red simply overpowers her, pulling her back and away from the two girls that are brawling all over the place now. He tells her to “Let them go. Get it out of their system.” As he keeps dragging her away. Linds keeps struggling for a while...until she realizes that there's not really a point to it. And Lisa would just make the rest of this night miserable if she pulled her away from this fight.

Linds starts to relax, stops her struggling, and Red loosens the hold. He even releases it with one arm as he steps closer to a table, takes a Doughnut and starts munching on it while watching Sadie and Lisa go at it.

The staff members back WAY up, while the wrestlers just take a few steps back to clear some space, looking at each other and wondering what to do here. The punches keep flying, and eventually Lisa gets the upper hand. Firing away with forearms at Sadie's jaw. Then a quick kick to the belly sends Sadie stumbling backwards until she rests against the edge of a table.

“Lemme show ya what I think of Countdown!” Lisa steps in towards Sadie, looking to follow up. And as she does, Sadie reaches back, grabs a bowl filled with Guacamole and flings it right at Lisa's face. Spilling the green dip all over her face and the Chicago Blackhawks Jersey she's wearing. Blinding her for a moment. The bowl drops to the floor with a loud crash as Sadie follows up, charging in and hitting Lisa with a Dropkick to her knees, sending her flipping over and landing on the floor.

Sadie gets up and glances back at Lindsay, locked up by Red. “I used to think YOU were the weak link of this Dragon Starrs fiasco, but now I'm beginning to have second thoughts.” Turning back to Lisa, Sadie grabs her hair and the belt around her jeans before flinging her over a table into some bystanders. Food flies helter-skelter as Lisa tumbles over the table. Luckily, she's caught by Monstro who, unsurprisingly, is the first in the buffet line.

He looks at Lisa for a few seconds before deciding to set her down, standing on the floor. (Apparently he knows that you don't throw away food. Guacamole in the face and all.) Sadie doesn't like it though, grabs a plate and THROWS is across the room towards Lisa. She sees it coming though and ducks, everyone behind takes a step to the side to let it fly by, right towards the door...which opens. In it stands the returning FTW interviewer Anna Ruethli (you might remember her from Fury 1, where she made the mistake of going into the Countdown's locker room for an interview, never to be seen again...until now). And...her return doesn't last very long. Before she can even say hello, the plate EXPLODES in her face and she goes down in a motionless heap.

“That was unpleasant!” Red says before taking another bite from his doughnut.

Lindsay takes a deep breath before yelling “NOW I GOT YOU, SADIE!”

Sadie flinches and turns around, ready to see Lindsay running right at her, but...she's still standing there, held by Red. She's just standing there, smiling at Sadie and giggling a little “Hi!”

This distractoni gives Lisa a chance to close in, and she quickly does. Leaping up on a table, using it as a springboard to launch herself into Sadie just as she turns back around. Lisa hits her with her left arm around the neck, takes her down, keeps her down and throws wild punches down at her forehead. Sadie squirms wildly underneath this barrage, and eventually slips out and rolls away.

She rolls under a table, toppling it over to keep Lisa from crawling after her. More food and drinks get spilled, blocking Lisa's way as Sadie gets to her feet on the other side, brushing cheese grits off her tank top. “Whose stupid idea was it to put food in a cafeteria?!” Lisa growls as she takes off to the left. Jumping onto a table, then down towards Sadie. Trying to hit her with a kick to the chest on the way down, which Sadie evades.

Once Lisa lands, Sadie swings wildly with her right fist. Lisa ducks under it, making Sadie hit the Blue Fairy square in the mouth. Both look at her as she goes down, and a few moments later Sadie comes charging in for a Clothesline. Lisa ducks, keeps her legs bent, sets herself up. And once Sadie turns around, Lisa explodes right at her. Flinging her right foot up as hard and fast as she can. Looking to kick Sadie's head right off her shoulders with a Superkick.

WHACK!!!

The impact echoes through the room. And a body drops like a bag of rocks. Unfortunately that bag of rocks is one of the Mulkeys who Sadie pulled in front of her at the last second. (These Mulkeys look so alike, I have no idea which one it is).

Lisa hisses in frustration as Sadie just glares back, fists clenched, her sweat damp hair stuck to the side of her face. But before the two can hurl themselves into each other again, Security spills into the scene, pulling the two girls apart.

Red finally releases Lindsay before grabbing Sadie's shoulder “Let's get the hell out of here. Now.”

Sadie throws one last look back at Lisa before turning to follow Red out of the café, while Lindsay and pretty much everybody else tries to calm Lisa down, which is easier said than done...

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #33 on: May 09, 2015, 06:07:47 AM »
The screen fades from the chaos backstage to a shot of rain-swept cityscape in black and white.  The sound of the storm is all there is at first, the wind rushing and the rain lashing the pavement in great curtains of silver.  The camera’s perspective races along the shining wet sidewalks and then up the Gothic face of a skyscraper, adorned with gargoyles and baroque cornices as it overlooks the windy city - and standing with her Converse sneaker planted on the head of a gargoyle on one corner of the building is FTW’s own Lisa Starr, in Technicolor against the grayscale city, her blue-streaked blonde hair blowing in the storm wind. The camera pans behind her Yasuharu Takanashi’s “Battle of Magic” begins its orchestral electric snarl, showing the shirt Lisa is wearing, highlighted with a flare of intense color, featuring a manga version of Starr in the same pose atop the Willis Tower in Chicago, and the camera whirls around to reveal the front of Lisa’s shirt, with her SECOND CITY STARR logo above Chicago’s skyline.  A legend underneath reads Lisa Starr: Second City Starr Edition.

The shot seems to leap from the building, plunging down into the black-and-white streets and racing along until it comes to a junkyard, lit with flaming barrels, where in the center of a ring of junked cars stands Tina Lee, her boot propped on a prone figure, holding an iron chain in both fists above her head in the pouring rain as lightning crashes to illuminate her shirt, reading GOT IRON? on the front and showing a silhouette of her standing just as she is now on the back, surrounded by the highlighted words THE SPECTACULAR TINA LEE.  A legend appears underneath her as the camera pans back around front, reading Tina Lee: Got Iron Edition.

The music keeps blazing in a race of drumbeats as the camera races past her, through the city to find two shady figures in police uniforms entering an alley, guns drawn.  One suddenly has red stars burst from behind his head and drops, and his partners turns, shining a flashlight whihc illuminates a figure in a blare of colors crowned with purple.  Punky is holding a steel chair in her hand, blood bright red on the head of it, and she spreads arms wide in her black leather jacket, revealing her white shirt which shows a purple-punkytailed stick figure similarly armed with the words STAND BACK - I’M GOING TO TRY VIOLENCE written around it, and the legend appears underneath - Punky: Try Violence Edition before she lunges at the remaining cop with a grinning snarl as the camera pulls back and dives through a door in the alleyway.

The scene is suddenly one of lush beauty, exotic figures in black and white doing clearly illicit things, negotiating affections and drowsing in decadence, and standing in a lit mirror in a flare of gold hair and red lips is Sadie Davis, wearing a white tank top with a blood red kiss across the chest and underneath the dreamy red script “Who’s The Deadliest Of Them All?” She seems to see the camera behind her and blows a taunting kiss into the mirror as the legend below reads Sadie Davis: The Deadliest Edition, and Sadie seems to backhand the camera, which rockets into the next room.

Here is the familiar muscled and masked figure of the Red Enforcer seated in a comfy upholstered chair, and surrounded by black-and-white ladies of the Establishment who are, it seems, costumed to look like various FTW superstars.  The camera catches Red turning towards it and holding up his hands like a politico caught selling state secrets, and across his broad chest is a black shirt with a manga version of the Red Enforcer surrounded by cartoon versions of some of the ladies of FTW who have crossed his path, with the katakana-style title ENFORCER MUYO.  The legend underneath reads Red Enforcer: Wishful Thinking Edition.

Red seems to lunge for the camera as it darts away, through the window and back into the rain, and up the side of another building where it stops at the top of a clock tower, and balanced atop the clock is a tall blonde with her arms spread out like eagle’s wings, Jenny Dare in a white tee showing her in the same posture with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, and the camera turns around to catch her leaping into the stormy night and shows the word DARE across her back as underneath the legend appears, reading Jenny Dare: Snake River Edition.

She seems to vanish into the storm, and from the shadows behind her the camera catches the hooded form of Callista Quinn, with a black shirt that shows a flying pocket watch above the fancy olde fashioned words TIME FLIES. The camera pans behind her and lightning flares as looks back over her shoulder and casually shrugs her hoodie down her long arms, showing the back of the shirt, first revealing the words WHEN YOU’RE HAVING and then a bloody Mag-Lite locked in a fist with the word FUN in the shaft of light.  Underneath appears the legend Callista Quinn: Time Flies Edition before Calli turns and brings the Mag-Lite crashing down on the camera, sending the image to static.

Across the static flickers the red, buzzing, fluttering words “NOW AT FTWSHOP.COM” before the screen turns to a single white line and then fades to a blip, like TVs never do anymore.
"What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting."
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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #34 on: May 10, 2015, 06:33:40 AM »
“Megan,” some vague fuzzy figure was telling me, “you need to get an MRI. You might have a concussion. There could be serious brain burbleburbleblahblahblah …”

I either tuned them out or started to lose consciousness, but either way it was a relief.

I was being held in a locker room backstage with a few polo-wearing security guys, a handful of refs and a pair of well-meaning EMTs. The official FTW doc, that handsy sawbones, was apparently trying to get at Rowan’s vertebrae over in the US Cellular Center’s nurse station.

Some ruckus backstage drew off the refs and the Security crew, and the EMTs satisfied themselves by shining a light into my eyes and making sure that my pupils contracted before putting an ice pack on the side of my head and telling me to see a doctor. ”No fuckin’ problem. I got my own personal physician ready to help me out at the drop of a fuckin’ hat,” I told them. ”Everything’s cool.

So now I’m swaggering along backstage having a conversation with my doctor, and he’s telling me that I’m doing pretty great and I should probably punch someone in the face soon. “You’ve got a damn fine point there, Dr. Daniel,” I tell the bottle of whiskey in my fist before knocking back another dose of medication, the ice pack held nicely against the side of my ringing skull with my other hand. Luckily for my medical needs, Gabby the Saint decides to pick right that fucking moment to come clacking along on her fancy shoes and get in my face.  Well, in my tits.  She’s kinda short.  But she’s LOOKING up at my face, and she looks angry.

Miss Dow, I was under the impression that we had an UNDERSTANDING. I was willing to give you an opportunity to resolve your differences with Miss Chance in the ring.” She’s practically snapping, biting off the end of each word, and you can almost hear the furious Spanish curses bubbling and boiling under the veneer of clipped professional language.

I don’t say anything, just looking down at her with my eye swelled shut and an ice pack on the side of my head, and I slowly lift the bottle and give Jack another kiss, whisky glugging between my black lips. Her eyes narrow.

“If you ever disrupt my program like that again, I will-“

And that’s about enough.

I drop the ice pack and come forward with a snarl, pushing right into her.  I don’t attack her. I don’t even grab her by the throat, like my fingers are itching to do. I just bull into her until she’s back against the wall, her eyes flaring with the sudden realization that she doesn’t have her security staff with her and there’s no cameras to see what I could do to her back here.

You won’t do a FUCKING THING.” I snarl at her, low and close, and I slam my fist with the bottle in it to the wall beside her head. She doesn’t jump. She might be injured and retired and old, but she’s still La Santa. She is intensely aware of my knuckles bleeding on the concrete beside her head, though, and the whiskey sloshing behind the black label. I lean in closer, my battered face right against hers.

This is a fucking wildfire, and you are not gonna stop it. You aren’t even gonna slow it down. And if you try to fucking control it … it will burn down everything it touches.” I tilt my head, staring into her furious eyes, her lips a thin line of rage, pressed right against her as I push her back against the painted concrete wall.

Try whatever you fucking want to stop us, Gabs. But that bitch and me have spilled blood, and there’s gonna be more. There’s gonna be blood for blood, and by the fucking gallon.”  I take a long, gurgling pull off the Jack Daniel’s, draining the last of the bottle and feeling the sweet burn of my medication before I wrap my hand around the bottle and smash it beside her head, and this time she DOES jump, lucha legend or not.

I peel my hand off the wall and hold it before her face, and glass glitters in the palm as blood runs down my wrist as I look at her through my spread fingers, and for a fleeting moment I’m almost sorry that I have to drop all this crazy on a worker like Gabs - but she can’t get in my fucking way.

No matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter how hard you try to stop it -

I slap my hand on the painted concrete, and there’s slight gritty crunch of glass and blood runs down the white wall, leaving a murderer’s handprint as I growl softly against her lips, as close as a lover.

- there will be blood.

I turn and stalk off down the hall, and I’ve turned the corner and made it almost outside before she recovers herself enough to start berating me, her legal threats and disciplinary promises interspersed with the occasional fiery promise to rompa my cara (you can take the girl out of Arena Mexico,but …) ringing off the walls as I boot the doors open and walk out into the dark.

… to find a fucking 24 hour walk-in clinic in Asheville, because god-damn, now my hand hurts almost as much as my fucking head.
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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #35 on: May 10, 2015, 07:36:54 PM »
The email from Fury's producer acknowledged receipt of my edited version of the video, and promised that it would be the version aired. That bit of business finished with, I closed the laptop down, wrapped the FTW championship belt around my waist, and pulled the gold-trimmed black robe I'd added to my ensemble over my shoulders. I left the robe open at the front, of course, so as not to obscure the belt from view.

Heading out of Countdown's locker room, all I had to do now was track down Red and Sadie before the video aired and ended. Knowing them, they were probably in a supply closet somewhere. I didn't strictly NEED them, as all we were going out for was my coronation, but-

“Miss Quinn!” My thought process was interrupted by a familiar and unwelcome voice behind me. I turned and there was FTW's Commissioner Gabriela Dos Santos, headed towards me. La Santa had a good poker face, but by the way she was walking, she looked perturbed. Odd, I'd have thought if this was going to come up, she'd have been by sooner.

“If this is about Ms. Davis last night,”
I began, but was prevented from continuing.

“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently, “She wasn't in Countdown last night, therefore not in violation of my restriction, and you no doubt have some means to prove this, or at least prevent me from proving that she was. I'm familiar with your M.O.”

My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to maintain a calm exterior.  Gabriela had made it plain she intended to portray herself as the reasonable one, only responding to overt provocations. I just had to ensure there weren't any. “If it's not that, then what is it?” I asked. 'Probably something Megan did,' I thought.

“I see you've got your gear on,” she said, which seemed a complete non sequitur. Of course I did. I know what reactions I garner. There's every chance me talking would provoke someone. In any event, Gabriela continued, “That's good. I've decided I don't want to end the show on a long talking segment. You're going to have a match.”

There was a pause, after which my response was, “I beg your pardon?”

“A match. Wrestling. You've done that, right? Anyway, get ready. You're entering as soon as your video starts,” she said before turning and walking off.

After a moment, I found my voice and called out, “Against who?!”

“You'll see!” the damnable woman said cheerily as I heard the opening riffs of my video echoed over the arena's PA. After a moment of grinding my teeth, I stalked angrily off, knowing I had less than four minutes to find those two idiots and get to gorilla.

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #36 on: May 11, 2015, 06:52:46 AM »
LvK: Welcome back everyone.
RP: Big news! If you're listening from the bathroom, get up now! You can wipe later!
LvK: ...that's vile.
RP: Coming up next...
LvK: Seriously, that's the worst thing you've ever sa-
RP: COMING UP NEXT, a tribute to our champion...
LvK: ...you were walking funny when you came back from break.
RP: I've got no idea what you're...STOP INTERRUPTING ME, VAN KEEL!
LvK: I'm gonna be sick.
RP: A TRIBUTE TO OUR BELOVED CHAMPION, CALLISTA QUINN!


https://youtu.be/TL_WYb-cEdc




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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #37 on: May 12, 2015, 05:38:11 AM »
RP: That was awesome! *clap clap clapclapclap*
LvK: You know what I think is awesome? I've just been informed that we're going to close out the show...WITH A TITLE MATCH!
RP: Ok, for once I agree with you van Keel! That IS awesome! Callista must have demanded it.
LvK: Yeah, I'm sure that happened...


CHARLES GITEAU: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE FTW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

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The two horny idiots had apparently found a better spot than usual, (meaning they weren't in the supply closet,) and I was out of time. The crowd was going nuts as the championship match had just been announced. I got back to gorilla just as the ticking from my music started.

And bloody right it was MY music. I'd tried for team unity, no making the office pay out royalties to Hendrix or Queen for a better song for me, and of course as soon as things went poorly for them, (entirely due to their own mistakes,) they'd decided I was selling them up the river anyway, and then bitched about the music anyway.

This line of thought irked me enough that I walked over to the PA and slapped him in the back of the head. He gave a start, but I immediately said, “Give me a mic, and make sure it goes live when I bring it out on stage.” He wisely obeyed.

When it was time, I pulled the robe's hood up, backing through the curtain with my arms out to my sides. No longer was I wearing the simple cotton hoodie. You could still buy it at shop.ftw.com and at countdown.com, (I wasn't going to throw money away,) but I'd be f***ed if I was going to hawk anything that would make that miserable purple-headed slut a single penny.

I would however happily cannibalise old merch sales for new, though, as across the back of my black robe was gold trim of a letter C and the Countdown's gold pocket watch logo, the watch turned nearly upside down so the pendant was in the lower right, mimicking a Q. I'd had a trademark application filed with myself as the holder, and had my lawyer, in his role as Countdown's lawyer, file a brief pre-emptively agreeing that this new logo does not impinge on Countdown's trademark.

T-shirt and hoodie replicas of the robe were already available on websites, and weren't they a deal, especially since all of Countdown's old merch had mysteriously doubled in price since a few hours ago. Forget steel chairs and bent referees. If you wanted to engage in PROPER villainy these days, you needed a legal team and an IT guy.

I turned to face the crowd, robe still open at the front to show of the title belt around my waist. I soaked in the boos, and lifted my right arm up, the robe's sleeve falling away to reveal the microphone in my hand. I lifted the mic to my lips, and my music faded. I stood there, with my head bowed forward, my face hidden by the robe's hood. In a firm voice, I said, “All hail your champion.”

The boos intensified, but I lifted my head, showing my face. “All hail your queen!” I lifted my head further, tilting it back and letting the hood slide away, my arm lifted to hold the microphone up in front of my face. “ALL HAIL!” I said loudly, pausing, letting the noise crescendo before finishing “your saviour” and letting my chin tilt forward again, looking out at the crowd as the yells and boos and catcalls and occasional cheer wash over me.

“Hate me if you want,” I said in a more casual voice, stepping forward in a slow stroll down the ramp, sauntering as arrogantly and gracefully as a cat. “Because love me or hate me, you can't deny that you need me,” I said, eliciting several such denials, along with assorted profanities and lewd propositions.

“You need me, and I don't need you, and that will forever place yourselves in my power. Get used to it.”
I stepped carefully onto the first step at the corner of the ring, making sure the bottom of my robe didn't get caught under my boot. “Take heart though. You need me, and I...I am not going anywhere.” I lifted my right leg, sliding it over the middle rope before setting it down and leaning forward, climbing through the ropes and into the ring.

“Wotshername, Italian bird, is still nattering on about how she hates the Countdown, but she's not anywhere near me, is she?” That was a slight risk, as it was possible that the Commissioner planned on giving her a rematch, but as she'd already wrestled today, it was a low one. No way was she going to put someone who wasn't fresh up against me.

“Then there was Sadie Davis. I beat HER so bad that she up and joined Countdown just to make sure it would never happen again!”
I said, unable to conceal a smirk as I said that. It was rather taking liberties with what actually occurred, but she'd done the same with HER little video, so...

“I sent the silly blue-haired bitch back to the indies,” I said, letting the boos and arguments against that wash over for a second, before concluding, “the simple fact is that everyone who opposes me will fail, everyone who seeks to place themselves as an obstacle in my path will fall, and whoever it is your bloody Commissioner is sending out now will be no different,” and then tossing the mic in the general direction of Giteau, the loud noise over the PA indicating that it was not caught, before stepping out of my robe.

RP: Strong words from a strong champion.
LvK: Some of them were even true.
RP: Everything she says is true, van Keel. She is our saviour.
LvK: Ugh.


I'd let my pique show in that last line, which suggested it was for the best that I not continue. I was undeniably irritated that I had no idea who my opponent was. As I went through some quick warm-ups, I tried to think who La Santa might have in store for me.

Presumably no one who had fought tonight, which ruled out Layne, as well as that new girl, Tina something...Tiffany...Megan and Rowan...oh and Sadie. Hrm. Could she be trying an intra-Countdown ploy, here? Red was a possibility, but Sadie was another. She didn't exactly have to DO anything in her match. Maybe one of the Dragon Starrs, (contrary to my prior pronouncement, I was aware Lisa hadn't gone anywhere.)

There were possibilities there, but none of them felt quite right. I didn't think La Santa was aware enough of Countdown's internal idiosyncrasies to spot the fracture points. As for the others...this all was designed to put me off-balance. Whoever it was going to be would be someone I would have difficulty anticipating. Any of the better talents on our roster would be someone I'd scouted heavily.

What if she brought someone in? She had contacts all over the industry. One of her Japanese contemporaries? Mayumi, Manami, or even Aja? Or maybe someone more my generation, like Kana or Ayako. AJ was technically a free agent now, but was probably still under Vince's no-compete...

Suddenly, music started up and bright lights flashed at both the ring and the stage area.

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #38 on: May 13, 2015, 07:44:15 AM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19d2yTDKAGM

It started with a 90s trance beat, repetitive and pulsating, until about thirty seconds in, the synthed keyboard sounds that had long been a staple of J-Pop came in. 15 seconds later, the So the old bitch had done it, had she? Gotten someone from abroad to come in and try and knock me off my perch. Whoever it was would have known specifically what she was about, and would be prepared. My lips thinned as I looked grimly towards the stage.

The lyrics, fast and sung, went by too quickly for my relatively modest ability with the language to translate. Something about pain and tears, I thought that last bit was. I had bigger issues than linguistics, however. Whoever my opponent was had walked out onto the stage, but the lights pulled away from her. I was pretty sure it was a her, though, as she didn't seem very tall.

I squinted, unconsciously stepping forward, pressing my chest up against the top rope as I tried to see. When the spotlight realigned onto the woman on stage, I could see that it was...it was...what the fu-

RP: What the fu-
LvK: Careful, Rick! You know our producer threatened to take workman's comp if we strained his thumb with the bleeping button.
RP: C'mon, this can't possibly be Callista's opponent.
LvK: I don't see anyone else coming down that aisle.
RP: I do. That guy with the camera.
LvK: That's our cameraman.
RP: Still probably a better choice than-

Shizuko Fukumitsu. My opponent was Shizuko bloody Fukumitsu. I hadn't personally known a lot of the people in FTW beforehand when I first came here, but I certainly made sure to check them out afterwards. (That mistake with Rowan proved Gemma and Megan's “intelligence” was as reliable as an estate agent.)

I'd checked with a few American contacts about Shizuko, but none had heard of her. I checked my Japanese sources as well. Most there hadn't heard of her either, but the few that had all seemed to share some combination of the same words: “incompetent”, and “idiotic”. The Japanese, such a reserved people with their opinions, rarely spoke so bluntly. Their assessments had suggested to me that she was not worth my time. In her only match I'd seen her in, she'd been badly outclassed by Emily Layne.

And now I was to defend my title against her. My title. Of course. My jaw tightened as I realised how I'd been played. Of course. My first title defence, my first match with the gold for anyone too cheap to spring for the pay-per-view (and too dumb to find an illegal stream) would be against a blatantly unworthy competitor. And if I looked the slightest bit weak against her, I would look an undeserving champion. More so than the previous night with Sadie's interference.

That last wouldn't be totally unacceptable, but still. The plan was one thing. Pride was another. The crowd was booing as Shizuko slid under the ropes. They knew she wasn't a worthy challenger either, and didn't care for being toyed with, like that. That COULD be a problem. Hm. What to do?

Shizuko's music ended. She was wearing a lime green halter top, matching boots laced up to just below her knees, and a matching short skirt over white briefs, held in place by a slim black leather belt. She faced me, bowed formally...and struck a pose that was from no school of either wrestling or martial arts that I recognised. She shouted in Japanese “<YOU WILL FALL BEFORE ME!>”

The bell rang, but my brow raised at this confidence from Shizuko. Confidence that would seem unwarranted, really. Something wasn't right here. I needed more data. I moved to the middle of the ring and snapped to attention, hands at my sides, bowing in Shizuko's direction, not taking my eyes off of her as I did, before replying with one of the phrases I had memorised for my own journeys in Japan. “<I respect you and your traditions, but I will battle you with all my strength this night.>”

Shizuko's eyes widened in surprise. Clearly she didn't expect Japanese from me. She shouted back, “HAI!”

My brow arched at that. That phrase had garnered varied reactions in Japan, most commonly grudging acknowledgement of the respect shown, or occasionally offence that I'd dared to sully their language with my foreign tongue, but I'd never had “yes” shouted back at me. I took a chance, delving into the more touristy phrases I'd learned. Stepping casually towards Shizuko,  “<Do you think the volcano will erupt today?>”

“Hai!” Shizuko replied confidently, if oddly, given the dearth of volcanic activity in the Carolinas.

“<Are you the hotel maid?>”

Shizuko paused at this. “Hai?” she answered tentatively.

I stepped forward and leaned towards the girl, saying quietly, in English, “You don't know a bit of Japanese, do you girl?” Shizuko squirmed uncomfortably. “Where are you really from?”

“Los Ang-”
she started to say before she was cut off by my forearm slamming up into her chin, sending her reeling back to the corner.

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« Reply #39 on: May 16, 2015, 03:53:38 AM »
RP: Ha! Callista really suckered her in, there!
LvK: It would be too much to expect a fair beginning.
RP: Fair is for losers, van Keel. Callista is always thinking.

My thoughts were more base than Rick Perle might have imagined just then as I pounded wildly on Shizuko. 'Miserable' *punch* 'little' *punch* 'Spanish' *chop* 'bitch!' *uppercut* Shizuko slumped backward into the corner under my assault. I simply grabbed hold of the top rope with both hands and began stomping at the petite, as it turned out, American.

A voice permeated my rage as I stomped away, “Three! Four!” I stepped back, lifting my hands as I did, the referee admonishing me to get the fight out of the corner. I promptly obliged her, grabbing hold of Shizuko's legs and pulling her back away from the corner. She tried to hold onto the middle rope, but all this led to was her getting dumped back onto the mat when her grip failed.

I pulled her back into the centre of the ring before dropping down to my knees and wailing away at her with my fists once again. I'd started the match against Layne like this, all blood and thunder, but that had been part of a strategy. There was no strategy in this. All I wanted was for La Santa to feel just a tiny bit of my wrath in the form of the devastation I was going to unleash upon her ill-prepared surrogate.

And at that, I smiled. There was a better way to do that. I stood up. Shizuko was still reeling from my early assault, so I was able to reach down and pick up her left foot with no resistance. Lifting the leg up, I jumped a bit, bringing my leg forward and giving a kick-slash-stomp to Shizuko's left hamstring with my right boot. Shizuko wriggled on the mat, trying to free her leg, but I tucked the toes of her boot under my right arm, pressing that arm tightly to my side and letting myself drop down onto my back, wrapping my legs around Shizuko's.

LvK: She's got the heel hook locked in!
RP: That's the Callista I know and worship!
LvK: Yeah, I've seen the shrine. It's, uh...
RP: That hold torques the ankle AND potentially hyper-extends the knee as well.


The ref leaned over and asked Shizuko if she wanted to give. Thankfully the answer was no, because I wasn't done by a long stretch. Shizuko thrashed a bit, which wasn't doing anything useful for her, but it allowed me to chain into my next move, as I rolled to my right, turning both myself and Shizuko over so we were facing downward.

I still had her leg pinned under me, so I pressed down hard onto her ankle, using that point as a fulcrum to lever my feet up under me. Standing again, still with a grip on Shizuko's ankle, I lifted her leg up off of the mat, pulling a good part of her lower body up with it, before pushing down hard, sending her kneecap hard into the canvas. Shizuko rolled to her right, clutching at her knee. I took a couple steps back, sized her up and took a quick step forward, driving the instep of my boot into her back.

RP: GOOOOOOOO-
LvK: Stop.
RP: You never let me have any fun.
LvK: Shizuko Fukumitsu not having any fun either as Callista shoves her with her feet, rolling her under the ropes and off of the apron.


With Shizuko having been unceremoniously dumped onto the floor, I took a moment to remind everyone in attendance of something important. I held my arms out to the side and shouted, “BOW TO YOUR QUEEN!” lifting my head and basking in the booing that followed like it was pure adulation.

That done with, I climbed through the ropes, dropping down to the floor and reaching for Shizuko. She was trying to push herself up off of the ground, which made it more convenient for me to reach around her waist and lift her up off of the floor.

RP: This could be the gutwrench power bomb that she used to defeat Sadie Davis!
LvK: It might be, but I'm not sure there's room outside the ring to...oh no, she wouldn't.
RP: Yes she would.
LvK: Yes she would.


Yes I would. I lifted Shizuko up and hurled her over, sending her legs crashing into the edges of the steel ring steps. Shizuko sat up, eyes and mouth both wide open, though no sound came out of the latter. “Here,” I said, striking up a dialogue I expected would be largely mine to continue. “Let me help you up.”

I reached down, reaching around her waist from behind with my right hand and getting my left under her left leg. I straightened her up, getting her up to the level of my head, before dropping the back of her thighs across the guardrail, sending her tumbling back onto the floor at my feet. On the plus side, she'd managed to find her voice, though it was mostly just moaning and crying in pain or something.

The ref had reached the count of eight, so I rolled myself under the bottom rope and into the ring before rolling myself right back out again, breaking the count. The ref admonished me to bring the match into the ring, which I intended on doing anyway (ish). I picked Shizuko up off of the ground and set her on the apron next to the corner.

Pulling her left leg around the ring post, (and giving a tug on her legs, bringing her into undoubtedly unpleasantly firm contact with said post, I turned her right ankle in, slipping one leg through hers before kicking up with my other leg and letting my weight drop back.

RP: Ring post Figure Four! We might see a tap right here!
LvK: We might if it weren't an illegal move!
RP: What a stupid rule!


The ref stopped the 10 count to start a five count. At four, I let go of her, dropping onto my back on the floor while Shizuko hugged the ring post, anguish on her face. I assume that if I were capable of pity, I'd be feeling it right now, but since not, I gave Shizuko's leg a kick against the post before rolling back into the ring.

Was my point made? One can never be sure. I stood up, and grabbed a fistful of Shizuko's hair, yanking the sweaty black mane to pull her out of the corner. “Iie! Iie!” Shizuko yelled, possibly attempting to say “No! No!” in Japanese. It wasn't quite correct Japanese, (and it was entirely possible she was just screaming random vowel sounds at this point,) but in any event, I reached down to slap her in the side of the face before rolling her over onto her stomach.

I reached for her left boot, pulling it up back behind her and over my shoulder. I had barely gotten my arm over her ankle to lock the hold in before Shizuko began furiously slapping at the mat. The referee waved to the timekeeper, who proceeded to hit the bell three times, and my music started playing. Charlie Guiteau got off his arse and helpfully intoned “THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION...AND STILL FTW CHAMPION...CALLISTAAAAA QUIIIIIIINNNNN!!!”

The ref turned back to raise my hand, only to run into a glare from me, and a snarled “Keep your bloody hand off of me!” The woman flinched, stepping backwards, and I got on with my business. I wasn't going to celebrate. I was going to send a message to someone who badly needed to hear it.

Steadying myself, I pushed up against the mat with my feet, straightening, pulling the screaming Shizuko up with me. Locating the cameraman on the apron, I took a few steps towards him, focusing right into that lens as I set my feet and began to bounce the dangling Shizuko up and down, wrenching at that leg I'd worked since shortly after the match began.

LvK: Enough already! You won the damn match!
RP: And as the winner, she's entitled to do what she likes.
LvK: Where does it say THAT?
RP: You've gotta read your contract closer, van Keel.


The crowd was booing and yelling their heads off and I ignored them. The announcers were tut-tutting about what an awful person I was, (well, one of them,) and I ignored them. The referee was trying to get in my face (not that she was tall enough to) and threatening to disqualify me, and I ignored her. I looked straight into that camera, eyes blazing with hatred and contempt for someone I knew was watching backstage, casually destroying someone's leg because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The referee tugged at Shizuko's leg, trying to free her, but I shook her off. After that, she went back over towards the announce table, explaining. Guiteau looked like he ate some bad sushi, but forced himself to say, “THE REFEREE HAS REVERSED HER DECISION. THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, SHIZUKO FUKUMITSU!” There were some scattered cheers for that, but most of them were still booing. Me, I just kept staring into that camera, holding onto that leg of Shizuko's, bouncing her up and down...

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« Reply #40 on: May 21, 2015, 07:15:10 AM »
"Here you go, babe. Thought you could use a drink.. Uhm, Tiff?"


A dripping cold water bottle came into view from the corner of my eye, hovering just a few inches from my face. But I paid lil' attention to it, or the pretty raven-haired gal who brought me the drink. Instead, all my attention remained glued to the monitor in my dressing room. On it, the champ was straight torturing her opponent. Besides the noise that emitted from this brutal match, there was another sound that filled the room: My teeth, grinding into each other. My young 'frienemy' sighed softly to herself, retracting the water bottle as she realized I wasn't gonna respond to her. She knew well enough, by the look on my face, and that bright gleaming shade of death in my glare, that I was in my, as she liked to call it, work mode and not a lot was gonna get thru to me.


"Alright, alright, I can read the big F OFF sign stamped on your forehead. I get it.."
 

Anxiously, she adjusted her baseball hat that's never worn properly atop her pretty head and took a mighty long swig of my drink, turning away from me while I continued to watch the monitor. I felt a bit of regret, I mean I didn't mean to ignore her. I was grateful that the kid could make it down here tonight, it meant the world to have her around and support me. It's just this..this, match..no, ya couldn't even call it a match. They should have just tied a blindfold on Shizuko cause this was more like a public execution and Quinn was a one-woman firin' squad. I mean, this was ugly. It was a straight beating, an unfair, undeserved, utterly uncalled for whippin'. And while the brutality unnerved me, there was something else that was really irking me..something that really caught my eye and kept me watching as closely as I am doin' now. Quinn's a real calculating woman, ice-cold, methodical. She plans everything out, she knows exactly what she's doing. There's, something else to this than just senseless violence. Something more. This beating has a meaning behind it. This beating, well, it isn't even a beating at all. It's a message.


“All hail your queen!”


--Callista looked straight into that camera, eyes blazing with hatred and contempt for someone... watching backstage, casually destroying someone's leg because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time...


..kept staring into that camera..


“All hail your queen!”


..holding onto that leg of Shizuko's..



“All hail your queen!”


My eyes narrowed.


Message received.


"Oh, by the way. How's that leg of yours holding up? I seriously can't believe that little bitch suckered ya like that--"


She turned back to me, or rather, turned back to an empty chair and an empty dressing room. The door was wide open. Her widen eyes rolled and she sighed heavily, the startled expression on her face quickly changing to a look of annoyance, and a bit of amusement. Shaking her head, she dropped down into the seat I occupied barely a moment ago and watched the monitor, taking another swig of my drink, expecting to see me there on the screen at any given moment.


Time to respond.
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« Reply #41 on: May 21, 2015, 08:32:18 AM »
The boos were deafening. They rained down onto the ring from all corners of the arena as the fans were whipped into an angered frenzy. They all collectively were shouting and screaming their disapproval at the champ, as she continued to mercilessly destroy that poor gal's leg. Shizuko's pleas and cries could barely be heard, she was starting to lose her voice from all the tormented screaming and agonized wailing. But no matter how much she begged, she would received no mercy from Callista. No amount of begging was going to make Callista stop. So then I'll just have to persuade her to.

It was loud and sudden, booming from the PA like a high-powered explosive. A noise that at first startled the fans, probably because they were so swept up in booing the champ and her callous actions that they didn't have time to recognize these new sounds. But they quickly did, that sound, that music, pumping into the arena, they recognized it, they knew what it was. For the second time in the evening Thunderstruck blared noisily through the arena and instantly those boos turned to loud cheers!

The moment I sped out thru the curtains, racing down the ramp as fast as my banged up leg would allow me to, those cheers became earsplitting!

I was a platinum blur, racing down the ramp, sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope, and just as my boots planted into the canvas I blitzed Callista. While my theme song blaring loudly throughout the arena easily tipped her off to my arrival, she still had barely enough time to react to my entrance, and just now as turning to face me. Or rather, my boot! Just as the champ let go of her victim and turned away from the camera man, I was there to plant my black boot into her face! The cheers from the fans seemingly became louder as my running boot caught Callista right in the face, causing her to clumsily stagger backward into the corner. I glared at her, that lean body slumped back heavily against the turnbuckles, a dazed look on her flustered face. But while she pretty was out of it, Callista wasn't down. Far from it. Stunned as she may be, she was still up, and looked rather pissed.

I was a bit startled by this. A kick like that would send a lesser gal into next week. But, this was the champ afterall, and ya don't become the champ unless ya can take a punch. Or, rather, a stiff charging boot to the face. I narrowed my eyes at her and licked my lips, my hands tightening up into stone hard fists. I watched her push herself upright, slowly shoving off the corner. She did not looked real pissed, in fact, that look on her face suggested she wanted to hurt me worse than she hurt Shizuko. She blasted outta the corner and charged right at me.

I ducked under her lunging right hand, crouched down and waited for her to turn around. She spun around quickly, practically tripped over her footing and fell into me, and I hoisted her up onto my shoulders, another round of cheers erupting all around us from the rabid fans.

For what this bitch had done to that poor gal, the excruciating pain she caused her, just to draw my attention, to call me out, to insult me? She needed to pay, she needed to be punished. Callista's actions called for swift, unrelenting justice.

I spun the champ around my body, flipped her around me until her back floated above the canvas, arm snaking across her chest as I dipped forward. Then, I drove her, straight down into the mat, dropping her as hard as I possibly could! The sound of her impacting the canvas now filled my ears, but the waves of exuberant cheers from the crowds quickly drowned out the echo of Callista's crashing descent. I glared down at Quinn as she lay on the canvas, gasping for air as her world most likely spun around her. I got up slowly and stood over her, planting both my boots on either side of her waist. For a few moments, I simply glared down at the stunned Callista, watching the pain rush across her face and body, reveling in this moment. Then, slowly, I spread my arms out, thrusting my fists out to either side of me, tilting my head back and posing over the fallen champ while the crowds broke into chants of "TIFF-A-NEE! TIFF-A-NEE! TIFF-A-NEEE!!"
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« Reply #42 on: May 27, 2015, 06:17:39 PM »
With her Doc Martins propped up on the edge of a table, the raven-haired gal in my dressing room idly inspected the Sadie Sings Abba CD in her hands.


"They still make CDs?" She questioned aloud, tilting her head curiously as she stared at the jewel case. Arching a brow, she bemusedly smirked at the cover art, which depicted the singing group posing in white hats against a black backdrop. Only, Sadie Davis' face was photoshopped over each group members' face..


"Hmm..I know this was free and all but I'm sure Tiffy would want a refund."


Nonchalantly she tossed the CD onto the table and glanced back at the monitor, seeing her frienemy standing tall and posing beautifully for the roaring fans after demolishing Callista Quinn.


"I don't even know why the old girl even has that CD..HEY! WHAT THE?!"




Ooh..did anyone catch the license plate of that truck? Ooww..


One minute, the fans were cheering excitedly and chanting my name, causing the arena to shudder as I posed over the fallen champ. Next minute, I'm on the mat, moaning in pain after something HARD smacked right into my back! I never saw it coming, but i sure as hell felt it--cold, unforgiving steel smashing into my lower back, sending me hurtling face-first into the canvas! And that first shot didn't end there, it kept coming, again and again, striking me in the back, crushing me, stunning and stinging me, knocking the damn wind outta me! My world just burst into pain as the chairshots continued to clobber my back, my body wincing and jolting with every hit. I lay prone and vulnerable against the repeated shots until finally they subsided, leaving me in a wrecked, breathless heap. Then, I felt that very same chair slide beneath my face, and for a brief moment I manage to lift my head to see who attacked me.


S-Sadie??! Where'd she..even come from..uhnn..


That damn brat, really walloped me butt-good..quiet as a mouse, and just bout' the same size, too..I'm really unnerved at the kinda strength the kid possesses. For a gal no bigger than Minnie she can sure hit hard when she wants to.. My face dips forward and slumps against the cool metal seat of the chair as the throbbing pain from those shots overwhelms me. I catch the lil' brat scurrying up to the top rope from the corner of my eye, and this tense feeling grips my stomach. I may be out of it, stunned and laying prone on this chair, but it certainly doesn't take long for me to figure exactly what she's got in store for me..


Gotta..move..


The lil' terror in a wet white tee goes sailing into the air, flying off to a chorus of boos from the ravenous fans. Knees tucked in tight to her chest, lookin' like a cannon ball, ready to drop those knees right into the back of my skull! Camera flashes go off round' the arena, the fans gasp collectively, and the sound of a body slamming into the canvas reverberates loudly throughout the arena!


Sadie flew and crash landed into nothing -- no Platinum Queen, not even the steel chair was there for her to drive her knees into!


At the very last millisecond I gathered my wits, snapped back into focus, and rolled outta the way, dragging the steel chair with me as I rolled to safety! A split-second later Sadie's body punched itself into the mat, and she flopped about in wild agony like a fish outta water! The fans erupted in cheers as they saw their Platinum Queen relatively safe, kneeling several feet away, clutching the steel chair now and breathing hard. Still looking a lil' disheveled, I got up to my feet, flinching as my back ached horrendously. Shaking my head and biting my lower lip, I glared down at the writhing Sadie Davis, narrowing my glaring eyes down on her. I glanced at the chair in my hand, considering to use it..she deserves it..just needs a good once-over with this chair..but, then again, I pulled the chair outta the way so she wouldn't have to crash land into the steel in the first place. No, she deserves to be punished..but I don't need this..I toss the chair away, and reach down with a snap of my hand, grasping a handful of Sadie's hair, clutching it tightly, yanking her up to another rousing cheer from the fans!


I'm supporting most of her weight as I grip her hair, her legs all wobbly and probably flaring with pain from that brilliant crash landing. For a brief instance I just hold her and.. glare at her. Though I may look pissed off beyond all hell, lookin' a bit deeper ya could almost see a hint of something in my eyes as I cast them on this pretty lil' troublemaker. Pity? Disappointment? Regret? Whatever it may be, it's gone in a flash, and a second later I have Sadie up on my shoulders! I grit my teeth and even stumble a bit as I'm still reeling from the chairshots, but I ignore the pain, and manage to posture up, regaining my balance, lifting Sadie high into the air, the fans going nuts as I stand in the center of the ring with Ms. Davis laid across my shoulders--


Sorry, kiddo!


Ready to drop her with The FLATINER!

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #43 on: May 29, 2015, 04:53:33 PM »
LvK: This is hideous! Sadie Davis and the Red Enforcer are mugging Tiffany! This isn't right!

RP: I couldn't agree more, Larry. They're having all the fun, while Queen Callista is still trying to recover after that weaselly, backstabbing attack from that Platinum Granny!

Just as those words leave Perle's lips, the Champion gets back up to her feet. And that icy glare she usually carries around has turned even colder (something I never even thought was possible). So she gets up and steps between Red and Sadie, who are still stomping away on the downed Tiffany. They pause for a moment and look at Callista who's just standing there and glaring down at the woman who might have saved Shizuko from having her leg ripped off.

The standstill doesn't last long as Callista now starts stomping away on Tiffany. The other two quickly join her, and the stomping is on again.

RP: Aaah, yes! MUCH better!

LvK: Are you kidding me?? Somebody stop this! Somebody has to come out and st....wait a moment!

RP: Oh what now?!

LvK: Here comes the cavalry!


The noise of the crowd turns from gasps and boos to cheers as I make my way down towards the ring. Sprinting as fast as my long legs carry me.

LvK: It's the Dragon Starrs...wait...no...it's only Lindsay! She's on her own...where's Lisa??

RP: Probably still washing the Guacamole out of her hair. I wonder why, that green worked great with the blue.

Luckily for me, the three in the ring are too busy stomping away on poor Tiffany to actually realize what's going on. As I slide into the ring under the bottom rope, I see Red turn around. Target number one I think to myself as I push up to my feet and run towards him. He tries to catch me with a Clothesline, which I duck under, running into the ropes behind him as he stumbles a bit, and just as he turns around, I run into him. My shoulder lowered a bit, arms tensed, as is my entire body.

UGHHH!

YAAAAAAAY!

I slam my shoulder, with all my momentum and body weight behind it, into the side of his chest. Sending the big guy flying and dropping on his back. I wince a bit and rub my shoulder, not used to running into THIS much weight. The girls are much lighter...and softer.

LvK: Buckeye Bodycheck on the Red Enforcer!!

RP: I don't like where this is going...

I turn to face the remaining two standing in the ring with me. Sadie turns quickly, narrows her eyes and yells at me. “WHAT THE *BEEP* DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” before she charges in at me. Apparently she's very hungry for revenge after I leveled Red. From the corner of my eye I see Callista turn as well, but I can't focus on her right now as I have a little spitfire running right at me. Luckily, Sadie's movements are very wild. And once she's close enough, I throw my right leg up and slam the sole of my sneakered right foot into her face. Catching her with a Big Boot that takes down head over heels.

LvK: And down goes Sadie!!

And now to Callista! I think and turn my attention back to where she...was standing. “Uh oh...” I gasp as all I see there now is the downed Tiffany. This is not good....NOT good!

LvK: Watch out, behind....oh no...

“AAAHHH!” I let out a loud cry as, from out of nowhere, something slams into the back of my right calf. That something was Callista's right boot. With me being occupied with Sadie, she rushed behind me, off the ropes and kicked at the back of my leg like it was a soccer ball!

RP: Awww and she came SO close! Let's hope she learned her lesson. One does not simply beat the Countdown.

My leg flies up and I go down hard on my back. Clutching my hurting leg and looking up through pained, narrowed eyes just to see Callista stand over me. “Oh...shoot!”

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Offline MileenaJade89

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Re: FTW Fury, Episode 3 (Pro Wrestling RP)
« Reply #44 on: May 29, 2015, 10:30:36 PM »
Very nice action yet again!
Fighting is like sex, if you and your opponent are into it, you will blow each others mind.