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| Bobbie Hearst | Feb 10 2013, 01:19 PM Post #1 |
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One Rp per team member. Tournament Deadline: Thursday, February 28th, 2013 |
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| Abraham | Mar 2 2013, 12:18 AM Post #2 |
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A few days ago... It was early in the morning when Lee's pickup truck pulled onto the cracked, black top parking lot just outside of an old and long since decommissioned warehouse in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. Two nights ago in Madison Square Garden at CPW's biggest event of the year Super Brawl X Lee had done what everybody knew he would do and took the Devestation Championship away from Kline Cambria. More importantly however Lee's temporarily ally Hyde had been severely injured in a fight with Bo Slade leaving him to nurse his wounds back in New York. That meant Hyde's “queen”, the equally screwed up Bella Donna, was alone and craving her fix without her king there to give it to her. This worked out well for Lee. He had a plan for the near future and he needed the crazy young woman to trust him if he wanted it to work perfectly. Luckily like any good, well connected wrestler, athlete and d-list celebrity Lee knew more than a handful of corrupt doctors and guys who saw a few episodes of Breaking Bad and decided “hey, that's a pretty good idea”. Equally lucky was that Visionary Wrestling Incorporated had a big tag team tournament coming up and Mr. Abraham had yet to find a partner. Slowly he got out of the truck and made his way towards the ominous looking building. He kept a handgun in the glove compartment of his vehicle (an old habit he developed during his military days) and for a moment he considered bringing it in with him but decided against it. Again, the goal was to try get her develop some level of trust in him and bringing a weapon, even a concealed one, to their first one on one meeting was too likely to ruin that for him. The drugs and event registration papers would have to do. When he got to the door he opened it slowly and it creaked loudly, echoing through the warehouse. If she hadn't been aware of his presence before she certainly would be now. He walked casually through the large building, doing his best ignore his nerves. Something about the place gave him the creeps and it wasn't just the poor lighting, the exposed wires, the smell of mold and asbestos or the occasional roach or rat that he caught scurrying through the shadows out of the corner of his eye. The place just reminded of a scene of out a bad, late night horror movie. That must have been it actually. Bella Donna was legitimately crazy and though she was never the carve you up type crazy there was no telling what kind of state her mind was in after spending so much time with Hyde and if something were to go wrong and something were to seriously happen to him he was out in the middle of nowhere. It would be a long time before they ever found his body. “Now you're just being paranoid...” The new Devastation Champion shook his head and decided it was best if he ignored such thoughts. What wasn't so easily ignored was the faint glow on one of the walls accompanied by what sounded like carnival music. Sure enough when Lee walked over to the source and rounded the corner he was greeted by Bella Donna, sitting cross legged on the dirty ground watching cartoons from a television that had been plugged into the wall. “Bella?” said Lee loudly enough to get her attention. “Did you come to pway?” she said jumping up and smiling from ear to ear. She looked and sounded so innocent and childlike in body language and tone of voice that for a moment Lee felt a twinge of guilt like you would expect a man to feel for taking advantage of an innocent child. Thankfully he remembered who she was and what she was capable of so the feeling quickly passed. “I did Katie, are the others around?” She pouted. “I don't want to see them. They were mean to me.” “Let me talk to them and I'll tell them to behave, then we can play.” “Pwomise.” “Yes Katie, I promise.” It was like a switched flipped inside of the strange girl. In the blink of an eye her whole demeanor changed. Just like that her body language went from sweet and innocent to lithe and seductive. Perhaps more dramatically than that was shift in her eyes which went from cute to lustful in no time flat. If Lee didn't know better he would have almost been convinced he was suffering a mild hallucination. “Did you get the stuff?” she asked. “Yeah I did Treyna,” said the former world champion as he pulled a bag of unmarked pills out from his coat pocket. “Finally! You don't know how boring it is around here sober.” “Not so fast,” said Lee pulling the bag away from her when she tried to grab it. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed angrily. “Relax,” said Lee “you'll get your fix but first I want to have some fun.” Treyna just smiled and walked towards him swaying her hips. She licked her lips and put her hands on his chest. “You know Hyde's not going to like you touching his queen?” she said sensually, moving her face close to his. “Hyde's not here.” said Lee returning the smile “Besides,” he pushed her away “that's not the kind of fun I'm looking for. Let me speak to Mayhem.” “What you want with that fucking psycho?” “Just let me speak to her then you can have your medication. If you don't you get nothing then all three of you have to deal with Bella again.” Treyna grimaced at that thought. “Fine but you better not be messing with me.” “Would I lie to you?” “Yes.” “Just let me to talk to her.” And just like that another switch seemed to flip. The muscles in the girl's body tensed up and her overall demeanor became much more dangerous and hostile. The veteran fighter could see her eying him up not as a potential play mate or partner but as an enemy. One that she was absolutely begging for an excuse to hurt. “What do you want?” “Miss Mayhem I presume?” “No, I'm your fairy fucking godmother asshole. You were the one that wanted to speak to me, who do you think I am?” “Just checking.” Lee reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a couple of papers that were stapled together and tossed them to her. “What's this?” she asked. “Visionary Wrestling Incorporated is having a show on March 3rd and I need a tag partner. Figured you might be willing to help.” “And just what gave you that idea?” “Because I know the others don't appreciate your how should we say...unique...brand of fun. This will give you a chance to indulge yourself as well as a chance to make some new friends with people in other federations.” The psychotic woman smiled a smile that sent shivers down the spine of even a jaded a veteran like Lee Abraham. “You do make a good point. I mean hell it would almost be wrong for all these people to go their whole lives without ever getting to have my kind of fun.” “That's the spirit. So are you in?” “We'll think about it?” Lee shrugged. “Good enough I suppose. You know where to get hold of me. Let me know what you decide.” He tossed her the bag of pills and turned on his heels and walked quickly out the away from the creepy child. The longer he was in the god forsaken place the more he couldn't wait to leave. He'd seen combat as a Marine, and as a wrestler and manager he'd dealt with all sorts of lunatics calling themselves athletes some of which had actively tried to hurt him and a small handful of which had succeeded though not without out gaining a few battle scars of their own. Still despite all that, despite all his experience and training something about that girl in that warehouse out in the that country side was giving him the heeby jeebies. ***************************************************************** Present day.... The scene opens out in the middle of nowhere, Texas. Out in the countryside, away from bright lights of the city where the stars shown so brightly. No this wasn't a metaphor for anything nor was the choice of scenery meant to foreshadow something. Lee had learned long ago that such things usually weren't worth the effort since wrestlers and their fans were generally too stupid to understand them unless he explicitly pointed them out in excruciating detail. “You know it's funny,” says the man formerly known as Iron Head, who leaned back in the bed of his pickup truck “it's so rare nowadays that I go unnoticed in a competition of any sort a that at first I wasn't sure how to react.” He didn't bother to get up because he simply didn't feel the need. He knew the camera was picking him up just fine and unlike so many other occasions he didn't feel the need to show how intense or focused he was nor did he feel the need to highlight the days and hours he spent in the gym preparing for the occasion. So instead he just decided relax and run his mouth and if anybody took that as a sign of weakness or as a sign that he wasn't going to come out there and methodically rip through everybody like he always did...well then in a couple of nights they would all learn a very hard lesson. “I mean all I hear is CRW this or APW that. And Iit doesn't seem like anybody in this thing will shut the hell up about the so called legendary pairing of Kurt Noble and Doug E Fresh. I've heard Terry Marvin, Adrien Specter, CJ Gates and perhaps most laughably of all, James Stall all spoken of as if they were something to revered or as if I should be grateful just to step into to the ring with them. I just have to ask. Do any of you really expect me to give a shit?” Lee chuckles and continues to keep his eyes closed and his posture relaxed as if he didn't have a care in the world. “I think my personal favorite statement that I've heard so far is that this is a three horse race and that guys like me can't possibly be expected to win. Normally I'd be infuriated that people were blowing me off and disrespecting by athletic abilities like that but honestly, it doesn't bother me this time because that's simply not the reality of the situation. The reality of it all is that even though you people like to believe that those involved in your little circle jerk are the only ones who could possibly be any sort of real contenders to the titles it's just not true. You all ramble on an on about your world titles and your tournament victories and your quote unquote epic rivalries and what have you. What's even funnier still is that usually in the same breath you mouth breathing retards will say straight faced that the world titles and tournament victories and epic rivalries of everybody else are irrelevant because apparently anybody can win something somewhere. The hypocrisy of it all would probably make me sick to my stomach if it wasn't so goddamned hilarious. In case none of you were paying attention at Visionary Wrestling's first show, I was there. I saw most of you greats or legends or whatever stupid fucking thing you want to calls yourselves. I saw the way you wrestled and how you fought. I wasn't impressed then and that hasn't changed. I was hoping that leading into this thing I would hear or see something new. Something that would make me at least willing to try to believe all sleep inducing propaganda that's been polluting the air waves lately but that hasn't happened either and at this points my hopes aren't real high of it happening anytime in the near future.” Lee smiles and takes a deep breath, relishing the cool night air. “Now don't get me wrong I'm more than capable of playing this game. I could spend hours talking about my championship reigns. I could name drop all night long though those names would mean as little to most of you as your names do to me. Hell if I really wanted to hammer the point home I could even bring up the fact that one of those names I mentioned earlier, James Stall, has actually competed in CPW. He got pushed to moon by management as soon as he walked through the door for reasons that nobody understands and then proceeded to do absolutely nothing but get his ass kicked over and over again until he eventually scurried back to NEW like a dog with his tail between his legs. What's even better is that the guys who did the majority of the ass kicking weren't our cream of the crop, not by a long shot. In his short time in CPW he never went anywhere near anybody who was considered by anybody to be among the top tier talent in Chaotic Pro Wrestling. But I'm sure my little history lesson won't mean anything to you nor will the fact that I've been unbeaten since I made my grand return to the wrestling world at Show Case Zero. To you all I'm still just some nobody from outside of the only circle that matters to you. But that's the great thing about reality. It doesn't change based on what you believe. You can believe that I'm not a threat that I can't possibly beat any of you great wrestlers no matter what I do but when I wrap my arms around your necks and the bells ring it'll still be my hand raised in victory no matter what you thought prior to that moment. I can't change your minds before Clash of the Titans and I don't plan to because what you think is as irrelevant to me as I apparently am to any of you. On Sunday night my partner and I will walk out as the Visionary Wrestling Tag Team champions and we will rip through every single one of you to do it. That's confidence not arrogance. Then you can all get back to your little circle jerk telling each other how great you all are. Meanwhile the reality will be that Bella and I are the champions that none of you were capable of becoming.” Lee smiles and opens his eyes for the first time since the camera started rolling. He looks lazily over at the camera and waves it away. “I'm done speaking, you can go now.” And with that the scene cuts to black. |
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| Chaosnmayhem | Mar 2 2013, 01:26 PM Post #3 |
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Two men stand in a motel room watching over a pretty little blonde woman sitting on the bed and staring vacantly, near catatonic, out the window. The man on the left is a large man, six foot six and two hundred and seventy-five pounds wrapped in black leather pants, black boots that appear as if they done a lot of stomping lately, a tattered blue denim shirt that's seen better days and a dark six-eyed mask made of silk and leather being held together by two layers of stitches with his unkempt dark greasy hair sticking out the back of it, giving off an ominous presence of violence being just a snap away. The man on the right is smaller at six foot one and two hundred and thirty-five pounds. Much better dressed, a grey suit with a red tie and neatly pulled back blonde hair covers the fact that he's seen better days financially. The smaller man, current CPW Devastation Champion, Mr. Lee Abraham, watches the young woman with a guarded apprehension. Mr. Abraham: What's going on? The larger man, the man CPW knows as Hyde, shrugs as if he's seen this particular look in this woman a thousand times before. Hyde: Negotiations... Lee starts to ask but then remembers who he's talking to... and about... and just nods quietly. Sensing his associate's anxiety, Hyde manages a sick looking smile despite the mask having no opening for a mouth... or anything else for that matter. Hyde: Treyna will be able to give you what you want, Mr. Abraham. Abraham nods stiffly as the focus remains on the blonde woman sitting on the bed. Inside her head, as usual, there are many voices to be heard, many voices jockeying for position and all of them with a stake in how it plays out. * * * * * In a sparse, white room, four women sit around a long wooden table, three on one side and the one lonely holdover on the other. To the right, sitting in big black leather executive chairs, are all the past lives of this woman, born Kateline Marie Mayhem in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and ninety-one. At the top is a rather timid-looking blonde woman with the look of Dakota Fanning sucking on a pacifier, a baby sippy cup in front of her and a small plate with white powder on it just to it's right near the edge of the table. “Katie,” as she's known here, glances around the room, seemingly unable to focus on much of anything while she sucks away at the pacifier like a crazed, grown-up Maggie Simpson, neither the cup nor the plate being able to capture her attention currently at all. To her left, sitting in the middle position is a rather annoyed brunette, an almost drunk-looking Kristen Stewart, grimacing at the sound of every suck of Katie's pacifier. “Mayhem” squeezes her eyes shut, wishing the dark glass bottle in front of her was more than just whatever demon spirit she enjoyed consuming almost as much as she enjoyed random acts of senseless violence, just so could spike Katie's sippy cup and not have to listen to that damn pacifier anymore. To their immediate left, at the end of the table, sits another blonde woman, the look of Taylor Momsen in a red dress, seemingly dressed for a night out on the town. This woman, called “Treyna” here, has both a matching bottle like Mayhem's a matching plate like Katie's, only in both cases, hers are bigger and much more full of their respective poisons. She sits watching over the room, seemingly holding court, smirking cruelly as she's almost entertained by the antics of the other two women. She glances forward at the line woman sitting on the other side of the table and nods. Treyna: She always does look so good in those chains... Katie and Mayhem both manage to pull themselves away from the nothing they were paying attention to and turn their attention to the woman across the table. Katie:She wooks uncomfy... Mayhem shakes her head, squeezing the bridge of her nose with an air of annoyed anger seemingly ready to explode. Mayhem: Would you at least learn to talk without that damn thing in your mouth... PLEASE!!! Katie recoils, turning away as she sucks on the pacifier seemingly about to cry. Treyna: Was that really necessary? Mayhem lets her hand fall away from her face as her eyes open and she turns to face Treyna. Mayhem: Aren't you usually more worried about getting shitfaced than whether Katie and I are getting along? Treyna shrugs, still looking amused. Treyna: Since you almost never get along, I tend to not give it much thought at all however, since we ARE supposed to be negotiating... Mayhem rolls her eyes and then starts to nod slowly. Mayhem: Fine, fine... She turns to face Katie and takes a deep breath. Mayhem: I'm sorry I'm a bitch, Katie... will you please come back and talk to us some more? Katie spins around, thrilled that Mayhem has actually spoken to her without cursing for once. Katie:Weelwee? Mayhem nods stiffly through gritted teeth. Mayhem: Yes... really... Treyna nods, the smirk growing. Treyna: Oh good... now that we're all friends again... perhaps we can discuss Mr. Abraham's request... Katie frowns. Katie:Mistew Abuh-ham? Treyna nods before Mayhem can yell. Treyna: Yes, you know the nice guy that said hi to us the other day and then gave us that nice bag of pills that we crushed up and snorted to keep... She pauses to nod to the woman across the table sitting in a flat back wooden chair and chained to the floor so she cannot move at all. Treyna: Her at bay... Katie ponders this for a second and then nods excitedly. Katie:The Bwonde guy? Mayhem finally cannot take it anymore. Mayhem: Yes, you blithering idiot, that guy! Katie sits back in her chair, cowed as Mayhem shakes her head. Mayhem: Can we just agree to do this so I can finally get to enjoy myself as much as you do when that masked fucking freak lets you see more of him than anybody would really ever wanna see? Treyna sits back in her chair, seemingly considering this plan. Treyna: Mr. H did say he thought it would be good for us and for you in particular, especially after Mr. Abraham was so generous with his money. Mayhem nods. Mayhem: Which is funny, I thought he didn't have any money anymore. Treyna shrugs. Treyna: Doesn't that mean we should be even more grateful? He has nothing and yet he shares what he does have with us for no real reason whatsoever... Mayhem stares at her for a second, almost shocked. Mayhem: You call a tournament where I might get to waste a whole bunch of other people at random in conjunction with a guy as good at what he does as Lee Abraham, no real reason? Treyna shrugs, nodding slightly. Treyna: Ok, so there is something in it for him, just, not what I usually like to give in trade like that. Mayhem scoffs. Mayhem: Not everybody is in to fucking coked-up, drunken party girls that borderline on being complete whores when it comes to getting a bunch of pharmaceuticals... Treyna's smirk remains unchanged. Treyna: Are you still that angry that nobody ever thinks of that when you're in charge? Mayhem just shoots her a death glare. Mayhem: Are we gonna do this or not? Treyna puts her finger to her chin and “ponders” it for a second. Treyna: I suppose we can, yes... what say you, Katie? They turn to face Katie, who suddenly looks nervous. Katie:I don't want the big one mad at me... he's scawy. Treyna smiles, finding this all too cute. Treyna: So you think we should do it then? Katie nods and Mayhem finally smiles. Mayhem: Do you wanna go tell them then? Treyna smiles, standing up. Treyna: Love to... * * * * * * * * Hyde and Mr. Abraham stand there watching as the blonde woman stares out the window. Mr. Abraham: How will we know when... Suddenly the woman smiles hungrily, licking her lips slowly as her eyes suddenly re-gain the color they had momentarily lost. She stands up and walks over to the masked man, giving him a look that actually seems to make him shudder. Bella Donna: All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up. Hyde nods and then turns on the camera sitting behind him. Bella Donna: Hello, ViW... my name is Bella Donna... She pauses, smirking and laughing at herself. Bella Donna: Well, that's not really who I am but it's the name I will be using here for the moment. I just want to thank all of you for this opportunity, Mr. Abraham for suggesting this and my Mr. H for allowing it to happen. Pausing again she steps back to show the two men standing with and wraps her arms around Hyde. Bella Donna: I'm sure we're all gonna have a really... fun... time... The camera is turned off and she nods to Abraham. Bella Donna: Don't worry about a thing... she'll be ready when it's time... Abraham nods, happy for the first time since his arrival. Bella Donna: This is gonna be fun... |
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