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Post by Eden on Aug 5, 2020 19:48:26 GMT -5
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena in Serenity, CaliforniaRoleplay Deadlines: Friday, August 14th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, August 15th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)Roleplay Limit2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words For tournament brackets updated as we progress, go here! Co-Main Event:Sin vs. V
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Post by sin on Aug 13, 2020 20:26:35 GMT -5
Ridiculous. If someone asked Sin how to describe today, the only word to fit was ridiculous. Ever since she’d walked in the door early this afternoon her brother had seemed angry at her and she had no idea why. At least Emma was happy to see her. Since V had come with her, she’d invited Dez over for dinner so they could be introduced properly. After food, things devolved into them just hanging out in the backyard way past dark. At some point V broke off to go take a shower and Sin promised she’d be along shortly.
“You guys are cute.” Commented Emma from the middle of the pool.
“Yeah, until they’re trying to kill each other in a couple days.” Came a snarky comment from Dom.
“You sure you don’t wanna get in?” Emma swam over to the edge of the pool where Sin was sitting. “I won’t splash your hair, promise.”
Sin gestured to her feet which were in the water. “Technically I’m in.”
“Pleeeease?” The question was hopeful.
“Just yank her ass in.”
“I’m not doing that!”
“At least one of you in that relationship has a brain.” Dez chuckled from one of the lounge chairs. “Speaking of, you decided what you’re doing yet?” He gestured towards Sin with the end of his beer bottle.
“Yeah, I’m gonna-”
“What do you think they’re gonna do? They’re gonna beat the shit out of each other and then go fuck it out. It’s pretty obvious.”
“No, I’m aware of that.” Dez shifted to sit further upright. “She’s worried she’ll snap.”
“As I was saying, I’m just gonna-”
“Right, because her getting rough is definitely gonna be a problem.” Dom rolled his eyes.
“It’s not about that!”
Shrug. “If you snap, you snap. Not like you can’t fix that too.”
“Oh, is that what happened every time you let Marx smack on you? You let her go fuck it better?” Low blow but he deserved it. She tilted her head down to apologize to Emma but before she could get the words out, her brother fired back.
“Like you have any room to talk. It’s what you let Liam do when he snapped your fucking arm.”
A beer bottle clinked hard against the concrete, breaking both of their concentration as they turned their heads to the sound. A rant in German followed it while they both just stared at Dez until he was finished. “English! I only understand some of those words and I don’t even know which of us you’re yelling them at!”
“At some point, you’re going to explain this arm business.” He pointed at Sin. Yeaaaah, she’d intentionally left that part out for a reason when Dez had asked about what he’d missed. This was why. “And then I want to know why you,” He pointed at Dom. “Let him keep breathing after that. One of you better have a damn good answer.” The way he was glaring at Dom made it clear which one.
Sin shook her head. “It’s stupid. Really nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, just like this fight?” Dom quipped.
“What the fuck is your deal? You’ve had an attitude all goddamn day and I didn’t even do anything! I haven’t even been here!” Sin got up angrily, ready to storm off.
“Wah, you have to fight your boyfriend. It’s not that hard.”
“Enough!” Dez yelled out over both of them. He got up from where he was sitting. “Here. I’ll make this very simple, put it into perspective.” He motioned to Sin and she wandered over there. He poured her a drink and turned his back to Dom. “Fly.” He mouthed with a wink. Apparently things were about to get interesting. Sin made a motion for him to go ahead, an indicator she would hang back, shut up, and watch.
“Hey, mermaid.” Emma looked over. “I’m going to do an experiment. Would you like to help?” She climbed out of the pool and joined the other three. “I need you to stand right here.” He said, guiding Emma to a spot in front of Dom and motioned for him to get up too.
“What do I do now?” Emma actually looked pretty enthusiastic about this.
“Look at Dom, not me. Just like that, good. That’s all I need you to do.” He motioned at the other man. “Hit her.”
“What?!” Emma’s voice was full of confusion as she jumped backward.
“I-I’m not.” Sputtered Dom at the same time.
“I thought you said it wasn’t hard. With it being so easy, and since you’re the elder sibling here, set an example for your sister.” He gestured again. “Go on, show her what you want her to do.” Dez challenged. The two men locked in a stare-down.
Sin tapped Emma on the shoulder, making her jump. Sin leaned up on her toes a bit to quickly whisper something in her ear. When she was done, Emma nodded. “Oh, oh yeah, duh. Just kinda outta nowhere.” She whispered back and moved to go stand in front of Dom again.
“Okay, I get it. We can stop now.” Dom held a hand out for Emma’s and she took it.
“I dunno. You said it wasn’t hard and there could be all the fun of making up later.” Dom’s eyes dropped to the ground. “You’re right. We should stop.” Dom sighed in relief, thinking it was over. It wasn’t. “I forgot something in all of this and I’m betting you did too.” He slid his wedding band off and slipped it into his pocket, followed by the skull ring he always wore on his right middle finger. “You guys never get a choice, right, Sinister?”
“Right.”
“Looks like I shouldn’t have given you one, either.”
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
“The ante’s been upped. Hit her or I hit you.”
Dom dropped Emma’s hand. “I fucking dare you.” He snarled, squaring up.
Dez looked very unaffected by that. “Didn’t you just tell her,” He pointed roughly to where Sin was standing without taking his eyes off of Dom, “To not be a pussy? So do it. I want to see you pull this off.”
“Are we all just gonna pretend that she’s actually going to have zero enjoyment in this? Like she’s not gonna crawl all over him when it’s all said and done?”
“If you’d just let me explain for thirty seconds …” No one was listening to her.
While they argued Emma had stepped around to the side and was tugging on one of Dom’s arms. “Stop it. Just stop it!” She whirled to look at Sin. “Do something!” Sin shrugged and sat her cup down on the table. “An actual something!”
“Who do you want me to leap on, Emma?! Who?! The guy you love or the only person out here who gives half a damn about me right now?!”
“I said I fucking got it! Look what you did!” Dom gestured to his panicked fiancée.
If looks could kill, Dom would be riddled with bullets. “I think you owe your sister an apology.”
“Aww, did I upset the poor baby? Bitch doesn’t even have feelings to hurt; she just likes to pretend she does. She’ll live.” Dom sneered. “Looks like you’re more pissed than she is. This you making up for walking out on her?”
Dez didn’t take the bait. “Apologize to Sin.”
Dom let out a ha noise. “Oh, I see what this is. You never got over the fact she ripped your heart out and you know being her little white knight is the closest you’ll ever get to being the real deal again.”
“It’s like you’re trying to get hit.” Emma dropped Dom’s arm in frustration. “Just say you’re sorry! Sin, he’s sorry. I’m saying it for him.”
“Doesn’t exactly count!”
“I don’t owe her an apology! I don’t owe her shit!” He turned his head to look at his sister. “And I’m not the least bit fucking sorry.”
“Big surprise there.” Sin replied, rolling her eyes.
Dez had finally reached his boiling point. He snatched Dom by his shirt and got right in his face. “If you wanna make accusations, allow me to join you.” He growled. “You’ve spent so much time enjoying the fact she knows how to be a monster that you forget she’s human too. As much as you like to pretend otherwise, she does have feelings, she does know how to care, and, in all honesty, I think she’d be perfectly fine without you. Seems to me that you’ve already started to notice that and you’re terrified that one day she will too. For the first time in your life, you’re not the most important guy in hers and you can’t handle coming in second. I’m telling you now that you better find a way to, and find it fast. You ruined us and that’s fine. I forgave you for that a long time ago. But I will be damned if you get to ruin this for her too. She’s happy and she gets to stay like that without whatever complex you have getting in the way. Are. We. Clear?”
Dom jerked out of his grasp. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” With that, he shoulder checked Dez as he headed towards the back porch. Emma apologized again before going after him. The back door opened and then he looked over his shoulder. “One last thing. While you’re playing scientist, I’ve got another experiment for you both. What happens when Dez finds out he actually had a second chance and blew it before he even realized it?” Before he could continue, Emma snapped at him and shoved him through the door.
Sin went after them and Dez snatched her before she got too far across the yard, one arm pinning her hands to her sides so she couldn’t take swipes at him and another under her chin to avoid being bitten. “Goddamnit, lemme go! I’m going to fucking kill him! He won’t have to worry about whatever place he’s in because it’s going to be in the fucking ground!”
“Fine. If you really want to eviscerate him, string his intestines on a tree, and call it Christmas I don’t think anyone could blame you right now. Before you do, I have something I want to ask.”
“I swear to god if you ask me if that second chance thing was true, you’ll be next!” She yelled as she struggled.
“Not my question.” He lowered Sin back to the ground and let go of her. “He’s attacking a long-dead relationship because he has nothing else right now. He’s scared, he’s threatened, and he’s saying whatever he thinks is going to sting.” He gave her a look. “Just like someone else I know, except you don’t have to lie to get the job done.”
His calmness was irritating. “Then what the fuck do you wanna know, Dez?”
“Do you really want to do this right now?”
She sighed. “No, but he started it.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to finish it. You’re only here for two days and you don’t know when the next time you’ll see him is. I know you want him dead right this second but if you left and something happened ...”
“Sometimes I really hate that you know me so well.”
“You really don’t. You never have.” His phone alarm went off. “I gotta get home. Don’t do anything you know you shouldn’t.” He headed for the door. “Maybe when your jackass of a brother is done sulking you’ll get to explain. Or let him worry a while longer about your boyfriend caving your face in. Not sure if he’d mentioned that or not.” Shrug. “I’ll call you tomorrow but I probably won’t see you until the next time you come home.”
“But this-” She called out after him. The door closed before she got to finish her sentence. “Isn’t home.” She said quietly to herself.
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Post by Eden on Aug 13, 2020 20:51:51 GMT -5
The visitor’s room hadn’t changed.
Still a sea of gray, still reeked of disinfectant. The tattered magazines still strewn across a table for perusal if someone speaking with their patient or guest desired to kill time. Jada had last been here in March to visit Nikki, the remnant of that memory brought a ghost of a smile to her face and it faded just as fast as it appeared. He’d asked for her to visit, the reasons were kept to himself... but he knew better than anyone if he asked, she would appear.
He so rarely ever asked for anything-- and as his braintwin was more steady on her own feet now after the surgeries, it made his request all the more a reasonable thing.
Jada missed him. She missed his presence from before-- in her house in Cambridge she would see him occasionally in the dining room or he’d sit with her out on the porch to just enjoy the silence. But he was here now. The retired wrestler claimed a spot on the uncomfortable Couch of Solitude because it was more comfortable than the blocky plastic chairs. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the scent of the room again.
Too much a memory of the weeks in the hospital after the match with Ozzy...the match with Sahara.
Those names brought a smile--it had been a good end the first time around. The second had been even better. Who in their world got the chance for two glorious retirement matches? The sound of the knob turning brought her back to herself and her green eyes opened, turning to the main door.
“Hey you.” The smile stayed in place as she stood up, holding a hand out for him. “Tarzan calls for help and Jane comes runnin’. Been missing you something fierce lately.”
As soon as he was freed from restraints he crossed to her, offering a hug. "Sorry I didn't get you earlier in the week when I was free. Thought occurred to me a little late, then stuff got in the way." Mostly the truth, though another part of it was that he hoped he'd come to some clarity that meant he wouldn't need to. But he hadn't.
The embrace was strong, reassuring. She held on for only a few moments before waving off that apology. “Don’t apologize. Had to be out this way for Lilah’s publicity shoots anyway.” Jada paused, letting her good hand find his and she pulled him towards that couch. “Shit always gets in the way, Tarzan, just a fact of life. You know if you need me, you only gotta ask. So sit your ass down and talk to me. Got the whole afternoon for ya.”
He settled, keeping the arm of the couch near to make it easier to get back up later. Old man legs, and all. He was alright once he was up, as long as he wasn't running, but the in-between was hell. It was only going to get worse with time. "Nah, it's just... you know me. I don't generally have issue facing my significant others. This one, I don't like it. It's bugging me. Thought I'd resolve it before this late in the week. But I knew you were on this coast because of Lilah's stuff, so I thought I'd ask the woman who not only was fine with it, but asked for it."
“Oh sweetcheeks, I didn’t just ask—I begged and pushed and gave him no other choice.” She leaned back, happily settled near the other arm. The space between them was comfortable, it always had been. Her first retirement had come at the hands of her third ex-husband in the battle for the EWA World Championship title. A cage match, nonetheless. She’d shattered her wrist at one point but kept going. Sinn—the one next to him currently, glanced at him with a curious eyebrow cocked. “What’s buggin’ you so much about this one in particular that didn’t bug you about the previous ones?”
Jada had personally seen him face his previous partners. Maybe there was a moment of pause with him—to assess, strategize—but never in hesitation. “This one—the one who just gets you? That why?”
"It's cliche, but this one's different, yeah." He paused a moment, leaning forward on his knees, thinking how to explain that difference. "Maybe it's because we were friends for years beforehand? Dunno. But I relax when she's around on a different level. Actually sleep better instead of worse. She actually asks questions instead of being enthralled by the whole mysteeeeerious thing, and I actually answer. Sounds weird that that's a difference as compared to a relationship I was in for ten years, but it is. And I guess I don't want anything that'd risk damaging that."
“It’s not cliche. It’s why I asked. This one gets you—in and out, good brain days and bad. This one makes you better, right? Makes you wanna better.” It wasn’t cliche to his braintwin. She knew the difference between the partner before who had seemingly been a perfect match until a hiccup like competing for the same prize cropped up and the partner after who stayed despite it all. “You remember when Goeren got sober and then he came back to me all high as fuck, making promises about coming back when he was better but never did? And you remember when Lilah came and stayed at the house just to make things a little easier for me despite me chasing the addict like an idiot?”
Jada didn’t wait for the nod of understanding from him. “Took me too long to realize what she truly was to me. She gets me. She gets the crazy ambition—the addict in me, the part of me that is too goddamn afraid to just slow down and feel what’s actually goin’ on. She and I faced off in the Circuit once and I hated every moment of it. Was terrified I was going to hurt her and lose her all at the same time, but faced her anyway and... fuck, I’m rambling. When you have the right one, you gotta cut the emotion out of it—just tell her ahead of time. If she can handle all your shit outside the ring, she should be able to handle all of your inside the ring. You’re still gonna stand by her when the bell rings and the dust settles, ain’tcha?”
"Of course," he said, shifting to lean back on the couch. "I'm afraid of how it'll go on her end. Before I'd have just been like, if it's meant to work out it'll work out, and if she can't handle it then chalk it up to another one that couldn't keep up. She says she's afraid she won't be able to forgive herself if she snaps and goes savage like she usually does in matches, even though I told her I've done this so long that I can roll with whatever happens. I'm nervous that whatever feeling she gets out of it, she won't be able to let go of after, and-- well, you know, saying abandonment issues run deep when your own mom ran out on you before you had your first Christmas is probably a bit of an understatement." A long, ragged sigh came out of him. "I didn't think I could connect on that kind of level. Nikki was always wanting more out of me than I had, I just figured I didn't have it for anybody, period."
“Shit, Tarzan.” Jada turned, reaching a hand out to his head, stopping when she saw the subtle flinch. Like a head shy and skittish horse. “Do you let her touch your head? Run fingers through however much hair you have at the moment without doing what you just did to me?”
The nod was slight. His braintwin pulled her hand back—hopefully he wouldn’t be too annoyed from that slight test. Jada knew better, but still pushed at boundaries, if only to prove a point. “You’ve handled a lot of savage in your time, Tarzan. Ain’t gonna mention names but there’s been a few—hell, there’s been me and even after what we did to each other we’re here sittin’ next to each other. You’ve seen what this Sin does in the ring and you don’t shy from her even after seeing what she’s capable of. Speakin’ from personal experience, abandonment issues are a bitch to try and conquer. Words won’t mean shit right now, won’t make her feel better or reassure her. You just gotta go through with it and stick with her. Be her fuckin’ shadow, even if she breaks a limb or eats your face. I don’t know your Sin that well, Tarzan—but I do know you. Only thing more stubborn than abandonment issues is you.”
A long deep sigh was released and the former stripper let her head fall back.
“She’s afraid of herself—I don’t know if there’s enough time, but if she’s lived with everything she’s done so far...show her you both can live with what she’ll possibly do to you. If she’s the one that really gets you, it’ll become clear to her the moment she’s standing across from you in the ring. This is just an obstacle in your long road and she’s gotta value what y’all have together more than the fear of what she might do. She might go nuts and eat your face. You might end up lookin’ like Voldemort. Might ain’t a definite. What is definite is what you have together, what you feel for each other. That’s solid ground under your feet, gives you the strength to steel your spine against whatever the world can throw at you because you know nothin’ can rend what you have together. Through all this shit, you’ve been each others’ constant. Y’all’re gonna walk in together, you’ll walk out together. No matter what happens. No one knows what the world is gonna throw at us at any given time, but it’s a lot easier to handle and process when you have some tiny shred of hope to cling to. Give her hope, Tarzan. Give her hope like Lilah gave me hope, you’ve got that much in you.”
Hope could also be a fickle bitch. They both knew that better than most, but hope still had to be present. It then occurred to his braintwin to speak up again. Fears could be conquered, even if it seemed like climbing Everest while trying.
“Ask her what scares her more—what she might do or losing what you both have, Tarzan. If her answer is the latter, it’s proof y’all will survive this. It’s just a speedbump you hit doin’ 60 and while you might fuck up your shocks, the frame’s still in one piece. The shit that gets fucked up can be fixed and you’ll drive those roads again with confidence eventually, but this time y’all can navigate future obstacles a little easier.”
He was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "See, I knew you'd know what to say. Felt like I was just too close to the situation to see it properly, and you think enough like me to get where I was. Either that or tell me to get over myself, if appropriate," he cracked a grin. "You know how deep I can get in the overthinking. You two should meet properly sometime. She usually doesn't get along with other women very well, especially with me in the mix, but to state the obvious you're different than most women. I mean, you already passed the test, you didn't fall in love or get obsessive or whatever." He had quite the pattern in bringing that out in females, regardless of what he did.
“Well it’s a good thing you can just pick up the phone and talk to yourself then, ain’t it? Except your reflection just has tits and a really hot fiancee.” Braintwins for a reason.
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