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| Adrenaline Rush Battle Royal; Winner Recieves A Future Shot At The RUSH Championship | |
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| RickyRhodes | Jul 26 2016, 04:25 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Adrenaline Rush Battle Royal Winner Recieves A Future Shot At The RUSH Championship Eliminations by Pinfall, Submission or Going Over The Top Rope, With Both Feet Touching The Floor Participants (In No Particular Order) Becky Santiago Theo Zosi CCM Antarctica Traci Loveheart Son Of Panda Jareth Morningstar Serenity Vicky Summers Fat Heidi Christina Millar Rose Jenkins Cammie Lucas Peek Liz Blackwell Nico Pazzini Niamh Winchester Sven Krig Jonas Blackthorn Brittany Williams |
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| SupergirlRobbz | Jul 29 2016, 08:21 AM Post #2 |
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Unsteady July 29th 2012 Apartment of Jonas Blackthron Off Camera Mama, come here Approach, appear Daddy, I’m alone ‘Cause this house don’t feel like home If you love me, don’t let go Whoa, if you love me, don’t let go Unsteady - X Ambassadors You know that you’re asking me to do the impossible, to step into the ring not only with my best friend, but against her. You’re asking me to hurt her. And you know what… I hurt her all the time, and this shouldn’t be an issue but it kinda is. I should smile and say thank you, but the more I just sit down and think about it, think about what you’re asking me to do the more I get confused by the question that you’re asking of me. I see names like Beckz and Theo, and my heart starts racing with excitement, for two very different reasons…. – yep Jonas you got a girlfriend buddy – As a company a throwing us into a ring and watching how we function under pressure, asking us to not only be paired with people we cannot stand, but also with people that we hold so dearly. You have the legendary lovers of Becky and Theo, and you have the dysfunctional family of CCM, Christina Miller (or whatever the fuck her name is) and the biggest reason to wear a condom…. Brittany Williams. Yea that’s going to be a ticking time bomb before we know it. We have Fat Heidi, Traci Loveheart Rose Jenkins and Cammie all in a sorority, OhMega Fukly DeltaLarge, and the brotherhood of Peek, Krig and Nico… o…k…. yeah fuck them all. There’s some people that I don’t think are worth the time to talk about, mostly because they aren’t me or the gorgeous best friend who lives in the guestroom. This match could really be for the best, stepping in the ring with Niamh and 18 other people, stepping into the ring, and trying my best to prove that I’m not a fuck-up. It seems like everything I’ve done recently is a fuck up though. Dating Dahlia, breaking up with Dahlia, chasing Niamh, hating Niamh, falling for Sadie, hating Niamh… maybe this match will help me get over that. Cause it’s… it’s that moment in your life when you finally realize that you not only love someone but you’re madly IN love with that someone. When you actually figure out that you want to be theirs, and you will try to prove to them that you are good enough to be theirs, it’s that moment when you convince yourself that you shouldn’t let anything stop you, regardless of who else is in the crosshairs of the emotional shrapnel. And now… now there’s 18 other people, 18 people who gets to see my emotions up close. Will I fight to keep her safe, fuck yes! Will I risk getting eliminated to make damn sure that she goes further, you know I will. You put us in the ring, and I will do what I can, I will put my body on the line, to prove that I can love her the way that she is. And when it comes down to the two of us, when it’s just her and I standing there, I’ll give her a hug, tell her I love her and walk away. Not because I’m scared of her, not because I can’t handle losing to her. But because I love her and would risk my future to improve hers. I’ve put her through hell, and it’s not like I mean to… I’ve never meant to make her sad, and it’s not that I actually mean to throw the sickness she’s consumed by in her face every time I decide to throw a god damn tantrum. It just happens… And if I can prove to her that I’m sorry that I care so damn much, by simply walking away instead of putting her into a figure four, I will. I’ve managed to convince myself that I love someone so damn much, that the way she looks at me, the way she smiles around me isn’t just in my head. And now I have to prove to Niamh… to myself that I haven’t met the only person that could make her laugh, like actually laugh and he never understood, I have to take the beating, both emotionally and physically because of his faults. He knew all my secrets and I kept all his from the one person I’ve managed to fall in love with, it doesn’t matter who else is in that ring with us, when my emotions get high and when the adrenaline starts to pump, I’m going to blame her… again, and I know I shouldn’t. And that could very well be what has me walking away from this. When it comes down to Niamh, when it comes down to Niamh vs a SHOT at a title… I choose her… I choose blaming her, for everything, but I also choose her! In my life. I blame her, and I know it’s not her fault at all. When people mistaken us as a couple, and I act all ewe gross about it, it’s not because it’s the furthest thing from my mind, it’s because it’s the first thing on my mind. The first thought I have when I wake up, and the last I have when I go to bed. It’s the feeling of wanting someone so much, and yet, knowing that you can’t have them. So the eighteen people in the ring, the ones that are keeping HER from her golden shot, the ones who want it as badly as I want her to have it, they’ll finally understand that I can’t have her but will put my body on the line for her. She’s the way she is… not because of another person, but because of an illness. I know when we buried her fiancé, we buried her as well. She’s an empty shell that can’t make connections, and the only place I feel she feels anything is in the ring…. I truly think she’s close to feeling alive, and I’ll do everything for her to FEEL something that night. This isn’t for me… I don’t need the money and I don’t need the gold. I need her… the friend. So fuck you all! Fuck the ones who are going after her, and fuck the ones counting her out. Niamh will win this. And I’ll do my best to make sure she does! |
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| SpadeSquad | Aug 2 2016, 03:32 AM Post #3 |
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[Off Camera] Home of Cammie Pazzini August 2nd 2016 At the early Tuesday morning there are few things one wants to actually wake up to, one sure as shit is not the 1990’s hit “Mr Boombastic” by the one and only Shaggy, some see him as the simply most disgusting artist of the decade and waking up to his hit may just make you one of them. *DRUMS OF DOOM* “MISTA BOOMBASTIC!!! WHAT YOU WANT IS A BOOMBASTIC BAMBASTICAL LOVER..SHAGGY ~” Camilla Pazzini jumps out of her bed and rushes over to the guest room that is currently controlled by her cousin Nico, slamming open the door to see the naked, tattooed and soon to be oiled up body of Nico Ludovico Pazzini getting some serious heavy petting and she shrieks in terrot Camilla: “GAAAAH BY THE GHOST OF DA VINCI, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?” For the moment it took for her sentiment to register Nico turned to look over her shoulder. Nico: Hey cousin, I’m just preparing for the match, got to get the preparations done early you know!” She is hollering her poor lungs out. Camilla: “WILL YOU TURN THAT SHIT DOWN?! IT’S 2 IN THE MOTHERFUCKING MORNING!” The male protege of wrestling Pazzini’s holds up his hands. Nico: “Hold up, I’ll turn this shit down, I can’t hear you!” He leans over to the stereo system and turns down a dial. Nico: “So what was it you wanted?” She stands there watching s pair of scandalously dressed Memphis Gals oiling up her butt naked who for some reason had his Nike sneakers still on. Camilla: “Nico! What the hell are you doing?!” He shrugs at her again. Nico: “Don’t be a sutpido, I’m preparing for my match!” She shakes her head. Camilla: “Eleven days in advance? What are you some kind of stronzo or something?” He laughs it up. Nico: “No cousin, this way the oil can sink into my fabulous bod I won’t be as easy to catch, you know just because I got a bit of a Jungle Fever with Rose Jenkins on my debut does not mean I’ll get caught up and manhandled by a damn king kong like her again!” Realizing just what the time was and that she had a sleeping child and a man servant on the house Camilla shook her head in frustration. Camilla:”Nico, Bambino..you are crumbling quicker than the European Union, that shit won’t change a thing! Only reason Rose Jenkins had her way with you was because you took some serious liberties with her person and while she may not seem like the most lusted after member of the roster..no woman appreciates unwanted attention on her rear entrance, she had every right to get mad!” Nico shoves the bimbos face first between his legs before turning back to Camilla. Nico:”Make sure you get every nook and cranny you silicone filled sluts!..” He then sees Camilla’s frown. Nico: Ehm, I mean, women with surprisingly low standadrs in their indepedent relationships. Turning over to face at her cousin Nico was generous enough to have both of the females in front of his nether regions so Camilla dind’t have to cover her eyes. Nico: “Look, Cousin, I’m facing all sorts of people from Bluff Championship Wrestling, I got cheerleaders, womanizers, greek gods, a panda, damn rockstar and a whole bunch of psychos, hell if I didn’t know better I’d say BCW just collects every and all rejects from the world of wrestling to one place and throws them together for a match..” Trying to be as dignified as one can in her nighty Camilla looked over her cousin. Camilla: Nico, you stupid fuck. I love you for we are family but you are granted a very unique opportunity when it comes to wrestling, whoever wins this match gets to challenge Matt Stone for the RUSH Championship, this is not just some throw away chance. You can be the next big thing in BCW if-- Nico: “YOW! You idiot those are testicles not damn stress balls!” Camilla shudders Camilla: “This ain’t workin’ get a towel or something..” Nico looks at her with a baffled gaze Camilla: BITCHES GET THE MAN A TOWEL WILL YA?!? The two women scamper to bring back a surprisingly fluffy towel witch Nico wraps around his waist before he sits down on a couch. Nico: “So whatcha mean Cousin? You saying my strategy isn’t the best if I’m slick they can’t catch me quick!” She smiles. Camilla: “Smart but not when you got ELEVEN days to go, are you going to slide around until then? Nope cus’ that won’t work right now we’ll go through all your opponents and think of the ones that are easier for your..talents and once those are done, what you’ll do is stay away from the people who can wreck you in a seconds..” The male heir of Pazzini name looks quizzical. Nico:”..and you cousin?” She smirks at him devilishly. Camiie:” If you try that oil shit on me I’ll slide you all the way backstage!” Nico hangs his head in shame. Nico: “So the bitches were for nothing?” Camilla chuckles. Cammie: “Oh keep them handly come D-day for those hard to reach places” Nico: “Your’s or mine?” She winked. Camilla: “We’ll see.”
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| Deas O Tron 5000 | Aug 13 2016, 12:45 AM Post #4 |
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(On Camera) We just fade in as we see “The Real Deal” Lucas Peek just getting ready to speak. Lucas Peek: Seriously?! I think the management team here in BCW sucks major ass!!! Lucas pauses for a minute before speaking. Lucas: Not only do you NOT touch my hat….but you stick me in a battle royal just so I can earn a shot at the RUSH Championship?! Did I not WIN a stupid tag team match? But yet, you stick me in a Battle Royal with people who are NOT deserving to be in the same ring with me? Yet, people still ask me why I deserve a shot…. Lucas pauses yet again before speaking. Lucas: Newsflash!!! I deserve a shot because I say what I am…..I am the Real Deal of Professional Wrestling…..The Sheik of Peek…..I am Lucas Peek! And just like I did in the tag team match, like I did at Hardware Havoc….and just like everything else…..I will prove why I am just better than all of you….and when this battle royal is over, I will prove that I am the no. 1 contender!!! And it will happen….don’t doubt the Peekster!!!! Lucas pauses yet again. Lucas: I would talk about the people in here….but there is no need. Because when the smoke clears and that final bell rings, I will be the one left standing, and you, Matt Stone, will have no choice but to defend THAT belt against me. It will happen...but for now, time to win a stupid battle royal!!! See you all there, folks! Fade out. |
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| Deas O Tron 5000 | Aug 13 2016, 02:03 AM Post #5 |
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(On Camera) We just fade in as we see the brand new BCW Tennessee Tag Team Champions, the Generation, just getting ready to discuss the Battle Royal. Michelle: You know, I just love it when a plan comes together, and we are not done yet. Traci: So, I do have to ask this…..what took you so long, Sarah, to get into the fold? Sarah: Well, it was all about timing and this was the right time. Victoria: I say it was…..long overdo. But, Michelle. Don’t we need more members? I swear we are missing 2 of them. Michelle: Oh, about that….well, we will be revealing another member soon. Victoria: Another member? Thought you told us you were revealing two more? Michelle: That was the plan, but one of the original members will not be joining our group. Traci: Why? Michelle: Because, even though she was proud to be part of the Generation in another organization….she wants to prove that she can be successful on her own, so she declined our offer to join. Traci: Well, I can understand that, but I do have a suggestion on a member if you are keen on listening…. Michelle: In later time, Traci….we have time to prepare. But right now, you and Vicky have to prepare for this battle royal. Victoria just blinks. Victoria: Vicky? Michelle: Yeah...that’s what it says on the card. Victoria: Proof? Michelle hands Victoria a piece of paper. Michelle: Read it and weep. Victoria just looks at the paper and just tears it up and throws it away. Victoria: That is what I think of the paper. The management team needs to realize that my name is NOT Vicky….it’s Victoria!!! Victoria Summers, and I will NOT be mocked. Victoria quickly stops for a minute before speaking. Victoria: I know that me and Traci are a tag team….but we will never have an opportunity like this again….and I will be damned if I am labeled just as a tag team wrestler. So, when I win this battle royal….it will prove that I am the dominant tag team champion!!! Traci just glares. Traci: You…...You win this battle royal? Let’s not kid around here….everyone knows that I am the dominant one here…..and you and me both know it. Victoria: Well, that may be true, but Traci, this is a one in a lifetime opportunity, and I will not pass it up….and neither should you. Traci: That is what I am hoping for…..and if we are the last two in the ring….may the best woman win. Victoria: Wouldn’t have it any other way. Both Traci and Victoria smirk as Michelle looks on in approval. Michelle: Looks like the Generation is ready….feel bad for the rest of you, jokers!!! See you then!!! Fade to black. |
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| C.P. | Aug 13 2016, 04:02 AM Post #6 |
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OFF CAMERA “That's my secret, Captain: I'm always angry.” Bruce Banner - Avengers The camera flicks on, a hand camera being steadied by the pale fingers of Adrenaline Rush hopeful and BCW’s Psychopomp Niamh Winchester. The bright eyed, silver haired woman taking a seat and letting out a breath. “I’m not the talkative type, I’m sure you’ve noticed. But I was told I should do these things, let my stress out verbally here so I don’t explode, or something. Not like I feel much of anything these days, but it is what it is. Maybe one day I’ll show this to my friends, to family...or maybe one day I’ll burn it and never look back. Guess I’ll just start it off like the sessions I go to. My name is Niamh Winchester, I’m Canadian, I don’t talk to my family and ...” The near emotionless woman stops and waves this off, taking a swig of her scotch straight from the bottle. “Fuck that.” She grumbles and ponders for a moment. “There’s this comic, it’s being released as a flick now I think. The Killing Joke. There’s this line in it the Joker says...” Niamh stops a moment and huffs. “...my ex fucking loved the joker...goddamn fanboy. Should’ve had a smiley face tattooed on his ass....” She comes back to the point, talking to the camera. “But there was this line, I’ll remember it forever because it’s true. “All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy” or something like that. And for the longest time I hated that character, still not really a fan...but I think that more has to do with my ex than actually the character. But that quotes, it couldn’t be more right. And you see, that’s where this...” Niamh motioned to her head. “All began. I was engaged to a piece of shit human being who had me so wrapped around his finger that he was everything to me. And I mean everything, I worshiped the ground he walked on and his word may as well have come from god himself. I wasn’t just in love, I was obsessed and it was sick, I was sick and I didn’t even know it. I was so wrapped up in this man that the entire world meant nothing to me. I was blind to my friends, to my family, to everything. Only he mattered and that was it. And then in one painful, terrible day it all went to hell. I was driving us home from one of his gigs -dear god was he ever wasted- when we got into an accident. We were t-boned and sent off the overpass, landing upside down into the traffic below. We were hit again and spun, or at least this is what they all told me. I only remember one thing, holding his hand as he died.” Niam stared a cold dead gaze at the camera as those words hang. “I remember looking into his eyes as life left him, gurgling on his own blood upside down. Some would be thankful for surviving but every day. Every single fucking day I wished it was me who died, not him.” Niamh seemed oddly cold as she spoke, not a tear in her eyes even if there was a tiny hint of sorrow i her tone. “But then, then I found out that during all that time he was cheating on me. Not only that but badmouthing me, and the only reason my best friend never told me was because he knew it would kill me inside. But I guess schizoid personality disorder beat him to it. Docs say it has to do with the shock of the accident, the injuries and the pain of loss, my emotions pretty much shut down. I’ve gone to sessions, taken meds and spoken to every goddamn doc in the country since it happened. And all they tell me is the same thing. “Only you can break the hold of this disorder, and in time...”, blah blah. Except they don’t get it, they don’t understand the pressure. My best friend is head over heels in love with me, actually in love with me. Like how I loved my ex but...but I can’t love him. Not that I don’t want to, dear GOD IN HEAVEN do i want to. I want to hold him and kiss him and love him till the end of time, but that’s all just thoughts in the back of my head. When he talks to me I smile, but that’s all I can make myself do. I hug him sometimes but it’s weak, pathetic...it’s not a real hug. Not like I want to, and I don’t have the heart to fake it. It’s like being terrible at sports, sure you can try and work your hardest...but for some people you just will never be able to do it. ” Niamh runs a hand through her long hair. “And in turn he hates me, I know he does. He hates my guts because I can’t ‘fix’ myself, he hates me because he knows that if I loved him back like he wanted things would actually be good for us. I’d have someone who treated me well and he’d finally be with the woman he has loved for so long. But I can’t, and it’s all my fault. He broke up with a woman who loved him so goddamn much, all because of me. And you know what, maybe the doctors are wrong...maybe I’m not a classic case of anything. Because you know what I feel when I think about all the pain I’ve caused, about the lives that have been ruined by me and how I’ve fucked over my own life being a braindead fucking bimbo for so many years? Rage. Maybe I’m not schizoid anything, maybe I’m just so fucking angry I can’t even think. I can’t even emote because it takes all my willpower not to fucking explode in the first place. Maybe the trick is, as the hulk put it...I’m always angry. And this weekend at the Adrenaline Rush Battle Royal I am being given so many ways to vent this anger. But Jonas, please Jonas, don’t be stupid...just stay out of my way and let the chips fall. I don’t think I could vent on you, not like this.” Niamh sighs and runs a hand through her long hair. “...I...I’m done.” She reaches forward and turns off the camera, cutting the feed. |
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| King Iguana III | Aug 13 2016, 04:11 AM Post #7 |
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Shut Up Fatty (On Camera) We head in to the familiar setting of Behind the Bluff, backstage at Mount Bluff. We see ChaCha, mic in hand and vacant expression on face. About par for the course. Alongside her is the queen of Fitless, the one woman who probably has bigger breasts than ChaCha herself, and the ever enigmiatic Dr. Ironfist, who is polishing off the remnants of a bratwurst. Glaring at the camera ChaCha goes off. ChaCha: Yeah I know they got Olympics in Rio De Janeiro, yeah I know that! I’m not some sort of a stupid idiot am I? A stupid idiot could have graduated from the Journalism school for Journalists you know! Like All I’m saying is why don’t we have oiled up Samoan Taakewondo guys hanging out here? I could totally focus on my job and it would be a lot easier on the eyes than some fat slob like this! She points at Heidi then turns and flashes a smile. ChaCha: No offense Fat Slob, but you wouldn’t mind a hunky oiled up foreign stud would you? Heidi frowns at ChaCha. Heidi: Bitch, I get hunky oiled up foreign studs all the time. Not my fault no-one wants your plastic ass. She shakes her head. Heidi: Look, we didn’t come here to fight. At least not with you. So how about we conduct the rest of this interview with a little decorum, alrighty? Ironfist: Ja, otherwise Heidi will sit on you so hard, your fake ass titties will explode. Throwing her hair back ChaCha prcolaims ChaCha: I’ll have you know that my ass does not have tits. My tits, glorious and natural as they are are up here.. She puts a hand to her ample chest. ChaCha: and, my ass is down here. Putting her hand down to that plumped up posterior. ChaCha: I know a total foreign savage like you had no concept of education unlike those of us who went to the journalism school of journalism but even an oaf like you should totes know that! Ironfist: Those tits are done by a surgeon not one in Dachau or Auschwitz kind surgeon but regardless so Ha! To you fraulein, HA I say! ChaCha: Ha! He was not a surgeon he was a DOCTOR Ha-Ha! You stupid foreign scum, how stupid you are no wonder you Belgians never won the war! Ironfist: I’m not BELGIAN! AND THE BELGIANS WERE ON YOUR SIDE, YOU DUMKOPF... Heidi: ENOUGH! She stamps her foot, which may or may not have started a small earthquake. Heidi: I did NOT come here to watch you two bicker back and forth like a pair of assholes! It’s because of things like this that everyone makes fun of me and treats me as a big joke, because it’s all fat bitch this, and sausage that, and I’ve HAD IT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! I... Voice: WAH WAH WAH! Shut up FATTY! The three turn, to see the former number one contender for the RUSH Championship, Antarctica walk into shot. Antarctica: Never thought I’d say this, but good job ChaCha. You’re finally not the stupidest person in a room. She chuckles. Antarctica: You’re damn right Heidi. We do treat you as a joke. With good reason. You prove to be a parody of yourself... I don’t even know how that’s a thing, but you somehow manage it. So why don’t you and your Ironsausage over there skedaddle, and let ChaCha talk to a real star? Because tonight, I’m going to be WINNING the Adrenaline Rush battle royale. You know about that? Winning? I think it’s a concept you haven’t quite grasped, based on your track record. Heidi’s face goes a deep shade of red. Heidi: Winning, huh? Well... considering I don’t see the RUSH Championship belt around your waist or over your shoulder, maybe you’re not quite as hot stuff as you think you are, Ice Queen? ChaCha: Well duh. Ice isn’t hot, it’s cold! Heidi: Bu-- shut up. This is my time. So you want to muscle in on my time... how about you make me, huh? Antarctica: ...They got a new batch of sausage rolls in catering. Ironifst: SAUSAGE? AUF WIEDERSEHEN BITCHES!!! Ironfist runs off towards catering, however, Heidi stays put, rolling her eyes at her manager. Heidi: Yeah, real cute. Listen girlie, you can have all the shoot training in Japan you want, all your drinks and noodles, it doesn’t matter. I respect you’re talented, but frankly, your ego and personality stink. And... I’d even rather be a joke than a traitorous, no-good lying bitch. She growls. Heidi: I was stabbed in the back once... by a certain woman who happens to sit behind the Nitro announce desk. And for all I respect what you do in that ring, what you do out of it is tantamount to a sack of crap. So I don’t think I’ll be budging anywhere. You wanna do something about it, tough girl? Antarctica glares at Heidi, who stands defiant. Antarctica: Whatever. I don’t have time to play games with children... even obese ones. With that, the Ice Queen walks away. Heidi turns back to ChaCha. Heidi: Sorry about that. She’s a real cow. ChaCha stares at the camera blankly and Heidi runs a hand over her eyes that thousand yard stare is mesmerizing. Heidi looks at the camera and winks, leans up to ChaCha’s ear in an overly fake manly voice. Heidi: “Oooh excuse me, where is the body oil..my muscles are all tingly and not glistering.” That snaps her out of it she startles to a smirk. ChaCha: I have some in my...oh HA-HA you tub of lard, very funny. I was just..practicing my skills of concentration, totally listened to all you and your pal said so.. Good luck with the match and all that jazz. With a smirk Heidi smacks ChaCha on the back. Heidi: Thanks Blowup-Barbie! See I knew we’d get along. I got to get ready for the match. She walks away leaving ChaCha gasping for air and scoffing. ChaCha: Barbies are plastic you can’t blow them up without explosives and..or if you into pumping..but that would probably make you sweat, like a Samoan Taekwondo athlete carrying a flag at the the opening ceremonies...sod this if you losers want me I’ll be in my trailer watching the Olympics for..Journalistic purposes of journalism! 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| King Iguana III | Aug 13 2016, 04:58 AM Post #8 |
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Relationship Talk (Off Camera) “Penny for your thoughts?” Those were the words of the Aquablonde as she glanced over the tousle-haired man in front of her. CCM was in the gym, on the treadmill, and he was running angry... at a rate that probably wasn’t healthy so soon before a big match. “Just running. No thoughts.” “Liar.” Undine replied, clicking off the machine, which caused the overexerting to smack headfirst into the monitor. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?” “You’ve done enough. We’ve been here three hours. We need to talk.” Undine said, helping him to his feet. “I know you want to stay in shape, but damn near killing yourself isn’t going to help us any.” CCM grumbled as he made his way to a nearby bench. “It’s my escape. You know that. It’s all I have right now.” “I don’t think it’s just that. I think it’s more than just finding a release.” “You’re always coming up with mad theories. Trust me, I’m just releasing my frustration.” “So you’re not trying to overcompensate for your shortcomings in your relationship? You’re not trying to become the best wrestler you can be, so you can get a shot at Matt Stone and fuck him up for what he did to your marriage? None of that has even crossed your mind then, right?” Undine’s tone was serious. CCM went quiet for a few moments. “They’re her shortcomings. Not mine. I’m not overcompensating for shit.” He shook his head. “As for Stone, yeah I wanna kick his arse. But it’s more about the RUSH Championship, then any of this Days of Our Lives crap.” “Jonathan.... You don’t have to pretend you’re not hurting.” Undine said, laying a hand on his shoulder. “But we can’t go on like this. It’s not healthy... especially not for you. You have to make a decision one way or the other.” “What kind of bloody decision?” “Either you let this shit with Crystal & Matt go, and move on with married life... or you walk away. And I mean for realsies. Because this limbo, living under the same roof in seperate rooms and not talking business is screwing you both up. You need to do what’s best for you. CCM grunted. “And what would that be? Leave her, I suppose?” Undine shrugged. “You left Arianna.” “Arianna drugged me and her best friend and put us in bed together to make me look like a cheater when she was the whore all along. Crystal isn’t even close to that.” CCM sighed. “True... but just because she’s not a bloody psychopath doesn’t mean she’s good for you either. She knows more than ANYONE the shit you went through with Arianna. And yet she’s gonna run off chasing Matt Stone’s dick regardless? If I were you I’d have put her headfirst through a fucking window.” Undine patted him on the head. “I accept you don’t wanna be a bad guy, but let’s look at this. What has she done for you, really? She’s brought you nothing but fucking drama. Why? Because she’s a fucking DRAMA QUEEN. She likes attention, and will do any stupid shit to get it. All the drama, all the time. You’re not like that. You never have been. So why are you putting up with this shit? So you don’t have to pay for crap yourself?!” “IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MONEY.” CCM yelled out. “It’s... I want things to work, Merry. I really do. But... I don’t know if they can. I don’t know if I can trust her. So I’m just... thinking. Seeing how it goes. “You’ve been THINKING for over three months now! This isn’t a marriage! It’s STUPID!” It was Undine’s turn to raise her voice. “Don’t you see you’re BETTER than this? You’re a cute, athletic guy, with a great personality. You could have women queueing up around the fucking BLOCK to be with you! And yet you... you SADDLE yourself with this stupid Puerto Rican BINT who treats you like garbage. She turned your whole courtship into a REALITY TELEVISION SHOW! REALITY TELEVISION SUCKS! SHE SUCKS! What is it going to take for you to realize?” Undine grabbed him by the neck of his tanktop. “I LOVE YOU! AND I CAN’T STAND WATCHING THIS BITCH HURT YOU ANY FUCKING LONGER!!!” And with that she practically threw him down to the bench, and grabbed him pressing her lips to his and kissing him passionately. As she released, CCM looked in shock... ~~TO BE CONTINUED~~ |
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| C.P. | Aug 13 2016, 05:44 AM Post #9 |
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OFF CAMERA “Do I want the blue or the black one? Ooh or maybe pink? Ohmygosh maybe the green one.” Becky Santiago mused as she was going through her various cheerleader themed ring gear a day before the big battle royal. “Bae, what do you think?” She spun around, holding up all four outfits, just barely, to try and get Theo’s opinion. Oddly chipper considering both of them were in this very same battle royal. And there are no friends in battle royals after all. “You’ll look amazing in anything you wear Aphrodite,” Unlike Becky, Theo was not at all interested in the battle royal, mostly because he knew he would likely have to cross paths with her, his biggest fear by far. He didn’t care that CCM or Liz was going to be in the ring with him, but the love of his life, the one he swore he would never strike, was in the match against him. He didn’t look up, more focused on folding his shorts and placing them in the gear bag. Becky pouted. “Bae you didn’t look...I wanna look good for when I can kick the poop out of Liz and the other jerkfaces. Gotta be just right y’know? I mean this is my first battle royal and if I look bad everyone will remember I looked bad, and then it’ll haunt me all my life and then who knows. Maybe I’ll end up working at ‘Chick Fil A’, everyone calling me Big Slut Becky all because my outfit was totes terribad and everyone is gonna laugh.” Ok so maybe she was rambling again, nerves and all that. He let out a chuckle, “Aphrodite, you’re doing it again. And I’m sure they won’t make fun of you for your outfit, maybe Kenz will, but not the world, they’ll be so in awe of you, and your gorgeousness regardless of what you wear.” He finally looked up but still not actually seeing whatever it is she wanted him to see, “The white one...” She let out a sigh and slumped down to sit on the bed, still holding all the clothes in her hands. “You’re still worried hun?” “Of course I’m still worried, not about me, it’s not about everyone else, I’m a ball of nerves because I have to step foot in the ring AGAINST you. I know you know what you’re doing, and this isn’t a gender thing at all Aphrodite. I just don’t want to be in a position where I am FORCED to hurt you.” He sighed and laid his head onto her lap. “I’m sorry my queen, I’m just not all that interested in this match.” She ran her fingers along his jawline and sighed. “You need to be, because I will never forgive myself if my being in this match has you distracted and you get hurt. You need to fight, we’ve sparred before and I trust you Theo. I trust you to fight like the demi-god you are and make me proud. And after we can go for ice cream.” Becky smiled, that same adorable smile as she looked upon the man she loved. “But no ice cream if you’re all broody.” He sat up and looked at his abs then laid back down, “I didn’t get these abs by eating ice cream, greek yogurt ice cream, maybe but the only way we can get a good greek yogurt ice cream is if we go back and see mama in Greece, and that won’t happen because you’ll end up hating me because I struck you in the match, and I’ll hate myself too...” He let out a sigh, being far too ridiculous for his own good. “Theokles Zosimos, I would never, ever, ever ever ever hate you.” Becky huffed, seemingly more upset that he would think this of her than any idea of him striking her to begin with. “We will go see Mama, there will be Greek Ice cream and you will be my boyfriend forever. I don’t care if you throw me out of the ring or whatever, it’s a match Theo, and we are here to compete. We start second guessing and stuff and things, and we’ll have people like the Generation getting over us because we’re not paying attention. We will worry about facing each other if it comes to pass. But if you ever, and I mean EEVVVEERRR think I’d hate you I’m totes gonna make you sleep in the bathtub.” Huffed Becky cutely. “The bathtub is far too small for me and you, and you know that you’d join regardless of where you want me to sleep. I don’t like the idea of facing you, I do like the idea of kicking horseface in the teeth and punching the ginger so hard he becomes a brunette. Or maybe just eliminating the love of his life and laughing. I like the idea of winning, but not at the cost of you losing.” He reached up and cupped her face, “I love that we’re in the same company I just don’t like that this match is lose/lose for me.” “Then we work together, and only at the end we worry about the rest. We’ve sparred Theo, this will be no different. Except maybe I’ll look cuter this time cuz I’ll be wearing the right dang outfit.” She smiled at him. “This is a test, didn’t all the great Greek heroes have to face tests? This one is yours.” “Pietr has faced Deven.” He finally conceded with a groan, “Twice, and he wasn’t this hesitant about it. I love you Beckz, I just want you to be safe, and I’ll do my best to keep you safe while winning the match...” He finally sat up again and looked at her outfit, shaking his head and going to the closet to pull out one that slightly matched his, red and black, “Wear this Aphrodite...” “It’s one thing to not want to hurt me, it’s another to shoot yourself in the foot. And-” She was cut off as he pulled out the outfit for her, instantly beaming with excitement. “That’s perfect!! We’re gonna kick major butt and look great doing it, you’ll see. And at the end, no matter what, I will love you with all my heart!” “As I will love you with all of mine.” He hung her outfit next to his bag and took a seat again, together we will be a dominate force my goddess, and forever we will remain that way.” “Good....Now about this greek ice cream yogurt thing...” |
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| The Dreamer | Aug 13 2016, 06:13 AM Post #10 |
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![]() Hello all of my beautiful Stars and Starlettes. This is the one and only go ahead… You can all say it. In reality I love saying it too but just in case you might have forgotten I am the SILVER SCREEN QUEEN… Since coming to this company you all have seen me trying to steal the show from my lovely husband or even my daughter. We built ourselves on being the royal family. A play on the whole British and nobility angle considering my husband’s heritage but in all honesty. I can admit it was never about being the wife that my husband needed or even the mother that Princess Brittany needed. It was all about establishing Queen Christina and making sure that my name would shine above everyone else’s. I honestly didn’t care who got fucked over in the process whether I stole the spotlight from the likes of my own husband or even daughter. I truly lived life making sure that all eyes were on me. Yet the more I poured into myself is the more that both of them didn’t want anything to do with me. This was never supposed to be about me at all. I get my fill of wrestling in the three million companies that I am apart of. Companies where my daughter and husband both go out of their way to put me over. That’s right I said put me over and they did an outstanding job at doing so. Yet here this was supposed to be about their story and me personally helping Jonathan become the established wrestler that I knew he could be. Yet for some reason my over the top and larger than life ego just couldn’t have that. The manager started to become more than that. I started to become the main attraction and I guess that’s where I hurt myself in the long run. I started wanting more and I actually started to believe that I was better than my husband. What kind of wife would do that to her man? What kind of Would do that to her better half? Yet I would and it didn’t stop that. I started using my husband’s finisher as my own and it wasn’t even to honour him. It was because I thought I could do it better. I modified his CCT added some pizzazz to it and made it my “That’s A Wrap” but it was never about my love for him. Then it happened for some reason or another over a stupid female football league that never got underway. I had become the owner of the Detroit Hot Rods. I didn’t want to be one of those primma donna athletes who wanted to just make herself the center of attention… Imagine that… So I had started to get closer to Matt Stone. He had a severe love of the game of football game. I made him the coach and general manager for my team. One thing led to another. I got closer to him and I even set him up on a date with my best friend but that’s when I come to the realization I was actually calling for him. I thought he felt the same in return but after some trolling he decided to hit me with a big dose of reality that the world doesn’t revolve around me. A practical joke got out of hand and I ended up in a hospital bed because he took advantage of my biggest fear and yet the very thing I am vastly allergic too in dogs. And as I sat there in that bed I came to the realization that I love my husband. I only want to have my eyes on him and I was foolish for even trying to cheat on him to begin with but the world doesn’t move in the way that I want it too. He started to push me away and what you all saw the last time BCW was on the air was a product of that. Like he was the reason I got beat by Lucas Peek… By Lucas Peek of all people and now on the horizon is a match that could change my whole career in BCW. A match against the cream of the crop. The best of the very best for the right to face Matt Stone. That is all I am aiming for. I know there are going to be so many that talk up getting that Rush Championship match. How they plan to beat this person and that person but my thoughts are simply to survive. I have to get through my husband who I am having issues with and my daughter just to get that chance but so be it. I can’t afford to be afraid now. There’s so much riding on me to win and I can’t let my fanbase down. So to everyone else in this match. To my Jonathan… My B Brat… You are dealing with a woman on a mission and hell hath no fury like a Crystal Millar who has her sights locked tightly on Matt Stone. Nothing will stop me from getting my hands on him. That’s not a threat that’s a promise…. Off Camera Crystal was at home and of course Jonathan was locked in his bedroom. In her eyes this was getting out of hand and she wanted this rivalry to end. She couldn’t deal with this loneliness and it just needed to stop. Crystal looked for the only other person in the house that would talk to her. Her protege Allison Sullivan. Crystal ran down more steps and that’s when she saw Jonathan’s nephew Dave Millar. Crystal smiled as she confronted the man. Crystal: Hey there Dave… You don’t mind talking to me do you? Dave: Look if it’s about Jonathan for the last time he doesn’t talk to me about you… No I don’t know how he feels about you… No don’t ask me if he loves you… I am just a referee and… Crystal: OH no……. I totes wasn’t going to ask about Jonathan… If I really wanted to talk to him I would just march up to his room and speak my mind! Dave: Well why don’t you do that then?! Crystal: Just not in the mood… Totally not in the mood. Dave: Right so what is it that you are really after?! Crystal: Your girlfriend… Where’s Allison?! Dave shrugs his shoulders. Crystal: Don’t you shrug your shoulders at me… I know when somebody is lying to me…You can’t keep it from me.. So fess up… Where is Allison. Dave: She’s downstairs in the basement training Brittany… Crystal: Wait what?! Crystal brushed past Dave as she made her way downstairs. Downstairs she saw her daughter training with Allison. Crystal: What the hell do you think you are doing?! Brittany: Why don’t you go mind your own business! Crystal: Actually you are my business… Allison: Crystal what do you want?! Can’t you see that I am training Brittany. She’s not going to win this battle royal without putting any work in. Crystal: Wait you are training her to win? Brittany: No duh… Because God forbid my mom actually did something with me. You see mom Allison is going to help me win… And when I do win and of course personally eliminating you I will get my revenge on Matt Stone for what he did to me. Crystal: Yeah about that… I am sorry I never did anything in return for that hun… I was just… Brittany: I don’t want to hear any excuses. What’s done is done. Just because he didn’t feel the same way about you as you did him don’t try to be apologetic for it. Anyway we were training so BYE FELICIA! Crystal: You can’t be serious… Allison: Crystal just go.. .The world doesn’t always revolve around you… With that Crystal sighed as she walked away. |
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