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Going all in; Battle royale rp for Tatum
Topic Started: Dec 21 2012, 05:48 AM (113 Views)
Mike Monroe
CZW Ultimate Role Player
The bright lights. The glitz and glamour. The large crowds outisde, filling the sidewalks to the point of spilling out onto the street. Most people would think this would be "The Strip" in Las Vegas or the Times Square district in New York City. But in actuality we are in the bustling center of Tokyo, Japan. A large mixture of both Tokyo natives and tourists. We weave our way the best we can through one of the most populated cities in the world. After a few minutes of being bumped and jostled and nearly having the camera knocked from our hands several times, we arrive at one of the most exclusive casinos in the city. After a few minutes, a Navigator with tinted windows pulls up to the valet area in the front of the casino. The valet opens the door and out steps "Toxic Lullaby" Tatum Regan. She is uncharacteristically dressed in a long evening gown and her hair done up for a special occasion. She takes the valets hand as he helps her out of the truck. She smiles and hand him a tip as she makes her way into the casino. Before she walks in, she sees the camera and waits as the approach her.

Tatum: "Right on time, nice job. I know you guys are used to seeing me in a tanktop and jeans, but I thought I would glam it up a bit given our location. You see, people may think that the ressurected Queen of Combat division is just a bunch of one dimensional women who are nothing but a pair of tits. I for one take offense in this, because I have busted my ass to not only get this division up and running, but to get it the respect it deserves. And if there is one thing I can say about the 6 of us in that match for the title, is that we all want this division to be the best we can possibly make it."

Tatum towards the entrance of the casino, the glass and gold leaf doors silently part as she walks in. She veers to the right, making her way to the cashier's window. The cashier looks at Tatum and smiles as if the cashier recognizes Tatum and greets her as such.

Cashier: "Miss Carmazzi, it is always a pleasure to see you. Is your family with you during this visit?"

Tatum: "Hello, Mai. It is great to see you as well. It is just me this trip. I would like to open a line of credit for $50,000 for the time being, please."

Mai turns to her computer and types in some information. After a minute Mai goes into the drawer and sets up racks of chips equalling $50,000 and slides them towards Tatum.

Mai: "Enjoy your time here, Miss Carmazzi."

Tatum smiles as she walks off with the chips in tow. She turns towards the main gaming floor for a second to survey the situation. Overwhelming to the novice casino visitor, the sounds and lights are coming from all direction. Players of all skill levels and bank accounts are at various gaming tables trying to do one two things, either win their money back or add to the money they will lose soon. After a quick scan< Tatum spots a slot machine and sits down in front of it. She begins to feed chips into it as she speaks to the camera.

Tatum: "Poor, poor Miss Michelle. What a moron. You try to act all big and bad, when nothing could be farther than the truth. Your only big match you have had and what happened? You lost. My first big match? I won and got the pinfall. I have been in big matches my whole carreer. First blood matches? Been in both. Last woman standing? Been there, done that. Mixed tag, TLC, championship scramble, I've done it all. I am used to the big matches, you are not. Plain and simple.

That goes for you too, Cristal. Thing is, I have no beef towards you. You one problem is that you are in my way. I'm not sure about you, thought. What are you gonna do without Pablo giving you his coattails to ride on? This time, you will have to fend for yourself. Good luck, mascara puta."

Tatum stands up and goes to walk off before she stops and looks into the camera.

Tatum: "Oh, and Michelle, dear, I dare you to bring that pipe to the ring. I will take it and shove it down your throat so you look like one of these slot machines. I guess that would make you a slut machine."

OOC: Sorry guys, lot of shit has been going on irl, if you didn't know already. This is no excuse for this and this is far that what I expect from myself. I apologize in advance
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