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| Two on One Handicap Match; Rose Jenkins vs. Ricky Rhodes & ? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 30 2016, 11:44 PM (11 Views) | |
| RickyRhodes | May 30 2016, 11:44 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Two on One Handicap Match Rose Jenkins vs. Ricky Rhodes & ???? |
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| Tirri | Jun 8 2016, 12:52 PM Post #2 |
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Finally… (off-cam) Dear Diary… god thats so cheesy but anyhow. I GOT HIM. I finally got him. The rat has been trapped. I finally managed to bait him into a match with me. Hardware Havoc is going to be absolutely blissfull. Yes, he thinks he has an ace up his sleeve. A mystery partner. I don’t give a shit. Doesn’t matter who he throws my way, I’ll crush them just to get my hand on Ricky fucking Rhodes. Nobody will be able to prevent me from getting my payback. Nobody in the BCW roster has what it takes to hold me back when I DON’T have a chip on my shoulder. I don’t care if its Antarctica, Stone, Krig, or the whole fucking Generation. I don’t care. Hell, It doesn’t even matter if he goes digging in my past and bring Camilla fucking Pazzini into the match. I’ve been waiting too long to get a chance to wrap my hands around his scrawny neck and choke some respect and fear into him. I’ve been waiting for TOO DAMN LONG for a chance to wipe that smirk out of his face. Not even god himself can stop me from getting my payback. An old saying goes, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Fuck a scorned woman. A woman scorned is terrified at the prospect of facing a pissed off Rose Jenkins. The 11th commandement says it all.. Thou shall NOT fuck with Rose Jenkins. Payback is a BITCH (on-cam) We open up to a view that has been absent for a while. The imposing figure of BCW’s Behemoth Rose Jenkins all dressed to fight standing in her locker room. Her figure is bound in the customary leather outfit she has been known for, and she is absentmindedly taping her fists as she beings to speak. “So after months of humiliation and putdowns I finally have a chance to get my payback. This sunday at Hardware Havoc I will be standing in that ring and staring across it to the man who has been the source of misery for me and for many others. Ricky Rhodes.” You can almost hear the venom in her words as she spits out the name of her tormentor. She finishes taping up her fist and turns to the other one while continuing her speech, hatred and disgust dripping on every word. “I gotta hand it to you Ricky. For a while there you had me by the proverbial balls. You had a real vicegrip on me and took full advantage of it. But in the end Ricky, you’re not as smart as you think you are. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that once that bell rings, you don’t have a snowballs chance in hell of walking out on your own two feet. I will make damn sure of it.” She clenches her fist and starts to pull on her gloves, turning a chilling gaze to the camera. Her eyes are a stern opposite of her somewhat serene expression, a hellish fire seems to emanate from them as she continuies. “Sure, you got some sort of a surprise in store but lets look at things realistically shall we? Ever since I joined BCW I have bulldozed over everyone that has stepped in my way. The only person who has managed to survive my assault and beat me clean is Matt Stone, and he has a whole ‘nuther problem at HH. He won’t be there to bail you out this time Ricky.” She stands up to her full size and walks towards the camera, staring down at the lense to hammer home the point that she towers over everyone. “So who could it be? Krig? I look forward to beating that arrogant fuck to a bloody pulp if he’s stupid enough to get in my way. Pooch? Same thing. Or maybe it’s someone from outside the promotion. Maybe it’s someone from my past. Maybe you used your money and got a ghost from my past and brought in Camilla Pazzini. Doesn’t matter. This time you can bring the whole damn roster into that ring to protect you and they won’t be able to do so.” A small chuckle emanates from her lips as she mentions Camilla. Seems like she has finally gotten over the whatever happened between her and Cammie back in FFW. “See Ricky, you forgot one thing. I am not here to win per say. Sure, losing means I got to suffer through the indignity of being your enforcer on top of other things, but that is a small price to pay for the chance of beating your smug face into a bloody pulp. Nothing else matters for me. I am going into that ring with a singular purpose. To break your slimy ratface and make sure you NEVER abuse one of your employees ever again. I will teach you a lesson your mother should have taught you years ago. You do NOT fuck with people who can break you in half like a twig. I will hammer some respect into your rotten soul.” Her voice has dropped into a low whisper which somehow makes her even more threatening as she crouches down to get eyelevel with the camera and stares a hole through it. “All the humiliation you’ve forced me to go through have just steeled my resolve. I will walk through hellfire and brimstone to get to you if I have to. You will need the motherfucking US army to hold me back. For I am the Behemoth of BCW. I survived the streets of Brooklyn. I carved my own path amongst those who told me I could never do it. And I’ll be DAMNED if I let one twisted sociopath of a man stand in my way.” A small pause as she chuckles to herself before continuing. “Ricky Rhodes, Hardware Havoc will be a day you rue the day you EVER crossed Rose Jenkins. I will make you regret EVERY GODDAMN word, every GODDAMN ACT you ever took against me. So make your peace with whatever deity you worship Ricky, for at Hardware Havoc you will realize that..” She makes a ticking gesture with her finger before curling it into a ball and punching the camera. The camera topples over and before we fade to static we hear her ominous words. “TICK TOCK… TIMES UP!” |
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| Tirri | Jun 10 2016, 09:09 PM Post #3 |
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Come home Rose. (off-cam) Rose Jenkins was sitting at her motel room, looking at the message left on her email account. “Meet me at the cafe. I need to talk to you. -Frankie” She sighed. Last time she met with Frankie they parted in less than friendly terms, Frankie had tried to talk “sense” into her, to get her to return home to Brooklyn and leave this wrestling business behind. She had told him in no uncertain terms that it wasn’t going to happen. Not now and not anytime soon. Now though? With all this shit going on with Ricky, all the crap since Ace of Spades? Rose hoped that it wasn’t what Frankie wanted to talk to her about. She sighed and got dressed, heading out of the door. She arrived at the cafe, entering as quietly as she could. It didn’t help, as all the eyes turned to her as she stepped in, looks of admiration mixed in with a few looks of fear and even pity. A young girl walked up to her and asked for an autograph, which she obliged with a smile on her face. A few words of encouragement were given to her as she moved through the crowd and sat down to a table across Frankie West. “So. I’m here. Spit it out Frankie” Her tone was a bit more hostile than she meant it to be, but their last meeting was still fresh on her memory. Frankie didn’t flinch at her tone. The wrestler-turned-businessman had a serious look to his face as he eyed Rose up and down. He noticed the creases on the corner of her eyes, the strained look on her face, the tense posture she had. “You look like shit Rose. But it’s good to see you” Rose groaned and tried to relax. “Fuck you Frankie. Not the ideal opener considering the last time we spoke.” Her voice was stern, she was not in the mood for horseplay. “All business eh? Alright Rose, have it your way.” it was Frankie’s turn to sigh. He glanced around the cafe, seeing the people looking at them. “You’ve gotten quite a few fans it seems. Must feel good to you Rose, to know that there are people who cheer for you.” “Cut the crap Frankie. You didn’t come here to chitchat or to praise me. Spit it out or I’m leaving. Incase you hadn’t noticed I got some pretty important stuff to focus on.” Rose was tired. She only now realized it. The last few months had not been easy on her. But she couldn’t let her guard down even for a second. “Fine. And yes I’ve noticed and thats why I am here.” Frankie leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I know you’re too proud to admit it, but you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. You really think that beating up Ricky Rhodes is gonna get him off your ass? You don’t know his type. I do. If you beat him at Hardware Havoc, he’s just gonna be coming after you twice as hard as long as you stay here.” He kept a short pause to let his words sink in. “The only way you’ll ever get rid of him is by leaving. You are in his company. His turf. You can’t win Rose. You need to realize it.” Rose felt her jaw tighten and her fist clench. Frankie wasn’t entirely wrong. Deep down she knew that he was right. But she wasn’t going to admit it. She wasn’t going to let Ricky Rhodes bully her out of BCW. With a very quiet voice, that made it twice as threatening as it would’ve been had she been shouting, she leant in to Frankie. “Frankie West. If you appreciate your well being, now would be the perfect time to leave and return to Brooklyn.” She stared a hole through the man. “I know what I am doing. And I would appreciate it if you’d for once in your miserable life actually trusted me.” Frankie responded to the stare. He wasn’t intimidated. He knew that Rose wouldn’t do anything permanent to him. And he was willing to get his ass kicked for the chance of getting through to Rose. After an intense staredown, Frankie realized he wasn’t. With a resigned sigh and let his head drop. “Fine then Rose. Have it your way.” Frankie stood up and started making his way out of the cafe, throwing one last glance at Rose. After being left alone in the cafe, Rose let her shoulders droop. Doubt began forming in her mind. Was she doing the right thing? Should she just cut her losses and give up? No. She wasn’t about to give Ricky the joy of watching her tuck her tail between her legs and run. If she was to go down, she would go down in a blaze of glory, dragging that slimy son of a bitch down with her. |
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