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| Champions Choice; Rock & Roll Championship #1 Contenders’ Match Rose Jenkins vs. Niamh Winchester | |
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| RickyRhodes | Feb 6 2017, 09:41 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Rose Jenkins vs. Niamh Winchester |
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| Tirri | Feb 16 2017, 10:31 PM Post #2 |
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Whatever it takes (on-cam) The scene opens up in a dimly lit gym, it’s very late at night and the place is deserted. Save for a sole figure hammering away on a sack in the corner. A steady stream of thuds and whacks ring out in the empty room as Rose Jenkins hammers away on the sack. “Champions choice…” She speaks in a low voice, directing her words to the camera without stopping her rhytmic boxing. “Vivi… I respect you. I even consider myself a friend of yours. But this business doesn’t mix with friendships when success is in line. If it was up to me I would be going after Matt Stone, but Mr. Rhodes has other plans. So I’ll take what I am given” She pauses for a while, leaning against the sack to catch her breath. “Champions choice. A match that goes on until you call it Vivi. So depending on you we might go for hours. But the question is Vivi, how much can you stomach? Because I am on a road of redemption, and there is NOTHING I won’t do to bring myself back to the level I belong.” She throws a glance at the camera, flashing her trademark smirk. “I am addressing this promo mainly to you Vivi, because Niahm is inconsequential. She is there just as cannon fodder. She is nothing but a sacrificial lamb. This match isn’t about who wins it. No. It’s about how long you can allow it to continue before giving me the win Vivi. Because I will have NO regrets about permanently injuring Niahm if that is what it takes.” She begins a rapidfire flurry of blows to the sack, speaking inbetween blows. “Ever since my childhood in Brooklyn, I have been forced to claw and fight my way forward and the sole reason I have gotten even this far is because I have hardened my soul and cast aside any pity for those standing in my way. Its a dog eat dog world where only the strong survive, and no offence to you Niahm, but I am a lot stronger than you. I won’t be coming to wrestle. I am coming to kill you.” She quickens her pace, her hits causing the chain that the sack is held up by to creak and swing violently. “I am coming to beat the everloving shit out of you. And the only person to save you is Vivi. So Niahm, when you film your own promo, don’t waste your breath trying to impress or intimidate me. It won’t do you any good. If I was you I would spend my time pleading for Vivi to grant you mercy and let you out of your misery fast. But if you insist on trying to fight, I will have no qualms about ending your career at Adrenaline. I am finished being the nice guy. Now its all about Rose and nobody else. I am the motherfucking Brooklyn Behemoth and its time to start living up to that name. Niahm Winchester, you have reached the end of your line. It is time to face the music and known when to quit. Infact…” She stops for a split second before delivering a thundering backfist to the sack, causing the chain holding it up to snap and send the sack to the wall. “Tick Tock… TIMES UP!!” We fade to black with Rose’s sinister smile. |
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| C.P. | Feb 18 2017, 07:03 AM Post #3 |
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ON CAMERA The camera comes into view to see the blue haired Canadian, the self-proclaimed Psychopomp, Niamh Winchester as she stares calmly at the lense. “I’ve never been a fan of gambling, my life has taken enough chances and risks with the things I care about that honestly I don’t need to do it myself. But sometimes you can’t help but gamble when forced into it. Life is funny that way, it’s got a dark sense of humour just like I do.” Niamh sucks on her teeth a moment and lets out a sigh. “Champ’s choice. Odd match don’t you think? Kind of exciting really, and curious as well. I mean if the rules are what they say they are, I could be pinned and not lose or knock out Rose and not win. It’s up to Vivi, and that means she’s got all the odds. Hell the match could go on forever until one of us is hospitalized...but that’s fine, spent enough times in hospitals I really don’t mind them anymore.” The near emotionless woman gives a little shrug, running fingers through her exceptionally long hair. “Rose is a beast, and that isn’t a fat joke. She’s powerful, tough and brutal in the ring. I can’t compete with her strength, and I’m curious if I’d be able to lift her even...guess we’ll find out. Thing is I’m tough, tougher than most tend to think. I look like some pale doll of a girl with goth clothes, bright hair and a penchant or hanging around BCW’s biggest perv. And cockblocking him constantly.” Niamh almost lets out a chuckle. “But there’s more to me than that. I’ve been wrestling for a while now, and I have done quite a bit before finding a home here in BCW. No I'm not some infamous behemoth and no, I don't have the history Rose does. But what I do have is zero issues with any match type or any level of brutality and violence. I may not overtly threaten people, fly off the wagon at the littlest thing but I don't mind getting my hands dirty. Not. One. Bit. I'm not sure if you’ve picked this up yet, but I don’t feel a whole lot about anything anymore. So bring on Rose, bring on the weird rules or lack thereof. Bring pain, maybe I’ll feel something after all. I’m not afraid of what Vivi may choose, I’m not afraid of what Rose may do to me. But perhaps they should be the ones afraid, afraid what a woman who barely feels anything would do if she was forced to feel something one way or another. Consider the amount of anger, frustration and pain it would need to be able to force it’s way out. Consider just how much there would be once that dam breaks...consider, Vivi, Rose. That’s all I ask before we get into this. Just consider, it may make...or break...your night.” Niamh calmly just stands up and turns off the camera, leaving a screen of fuzz before it cuts out. |
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