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Post by Eden on Aug 27, 2020 6:44:34 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASix Flags Hurricane HarborConcord, CAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, September 4th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, September 5th, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Semi-Main: Jacob Striker, Uiriamu Minami, & Mercedes Vargas versus Chris Matthews, Pandora Barrett & Jacoby Spencer
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Post by Jacoby Spencer on Sept 3, 2020 22:01:12 GMT -5
Da Internal chaos… Surroundin’ da outter chaos… Questions need answers!! Here I was. It seemed like forever since I received a call ta go and battle. I was itchin’ for it but not in the way I used to. Ya see there is this new lil life force dat I helped to create that has my attention. I still get my trainin’ in. I still get my work in. But I’m seein’ da world through a different lense as they say. Maren is my whole fuckin’ world. Her and Ry. I have accomplished a lot in this world of fightin’. I have a new state o da art facility dat I will be claimin’ as my trainin’ facility. Where I’ll train elite fighters. Elite rasslers. And everythin’ in between. As I sit here, I think back ta when my good buddy Elliott had his baby boy ‘bout six years back. He told me that it changed him. He described it as a switch bein’ clicked on and the whole world was somethin’ far different than what we had lived in. He was fuckin’ right. A switch went on in my brain. All that matters ta me now is protectin’ my girls. Keepin’ them safe. Makin’ sure they don’t want for nothin’ or need anythin’. After losin’ ta Cedrone awhile back, I got ta thinkin’. What else do I need ta accoplish in dis sport now? I’ve held straps at multiple levels. Da only ones I haven’t captured is the Affliction strap and o course da big un. Dat World Heavyweight strap. Dat seems ta be da only goal remainin’ on my list ta accomplish. Go and get dat damn World title. I have ‘bout like nine or ten months remainin’ on my current contract. Ry keeps encouragin’ me to stick wit it. Keep doin’ what I love. But all dat has changed now. I still love dis world. Dis business. The intensity o it. The free expression. But I also don’t wanna wind up one o dem fruit baskets locked away in a prison cell or worse, dead. I don’t wanna do dat ta Ry. I most definitely don’t wanna do dat ta Maren. I just don’t know anymore. I do know dat when I am called ta fight, I’m gonna bring all dat I can and what I’m capable of.I sit in the darkness now, holdin’ onta my beautiful lil baby girl, rockin’ her as I stare off inta da distance. The barren wasteland dat da world has become it seems. Ry lays next ta me in da bed. Stirrin’ some but not quite awake. Da window across da room reveals dat da sun is beginnin’ ta peak it’s head ova da horizon. A cute lil happy content sigh comes from Maren as I rock slowly. All these thoughts circlin’ ‘round in my head. Back and forth on da whole stick wit da fightin’ thing or retire now. Get it ova and done wit. But if I do dat, will I always live wit da regret of not at least shootin’ my shot at dat world title? Fuck me. I slowly come to a stop in the rockin’ chair. Carefully to my feet I go, takin’ one step and slowly lower Maren into her bassinet. I turn on my heel and look Ry. Her beauty undeniable. Her radiance even more so. How did I get so lucky? I step over, bend down and give her a soft kiss on da forehead and say…“I love you baby. I’ll be back soon. Maren is fed and changed. I’ll miss you.”Turnin’ back on my heel I glance one last time at Maren before silently movin’ through, then outta room. I decided dat a good long run might do me some good. Clearin’ up da clutter dat is swirlin’ ‘round in dis noggin o mine. Slippin’ on my tennis shoes, my tank top. Poppin’ in my ear buds and click on my mind clearin’ play list. First song up is none otha than ‘A little bit Off’ by da one and only Five Finger Death Punch. Quietly I glide down da stairs and out da front door. Gotta get all dis figured out sooner ratha than later.{●REC} An enemy… Now an ally… Third wheel MAYBE!! I’m inside my lil mancave portion o da garage o da house Ry and I share. Moldin’ some things as I have my camera set up on a string hangin’ from da rafters. Squeezin’ and rollin’ and moldin’ as I hit da record button on da camera’s remote and I just go. Whateva comes ta mind is what is said.“Well. Well. Fuckin’ well. What do we gots here ladies and gents? A six way huh? Well interestin’. Looks like an old foe o mine will now be my ally? Hmmm? I ain’t sure how dat’s gonna work. Good ol’ General Muncher Handsfull needs ta check on shit ‘fore bookin’. Fuck it though. We got three weirdos on da otha side dat we can concentrate on instead o each otha. Plus Meowtthews, ya gots yar woman in there, she’ll keep in line. All hard feelins and crazy chaotic past aside, I think we might work well as a team expecially wit Pandora out there.”Pressin’ and squeezin’ and rollin’ I know what I got in mind ta do, I just wanna get some chit chattin’ out da way first.“So we got three nobbers eh? There’s Vargas. Da wanna be gansta, mobsta bitch comin’ back afta gettin’ her ass handed ta her by some crazy, blue haired freak in da nuthouse. Decided to come back and test her abilities up on da big show. Da big time. Well good on ya chicka, but there is nothin’ but disappointment comin’ yar way and yar daddy’s way too. Who else do we gots ova there? Oh da punk boy dat thought he was da savior o day Sanatorium. Striper? Nah. Haell, let’s go wit it. From what I’ve seen, da kid hasn’t done shit since all dat tomfoolery ova da Asylum went down. And da third wheel holdin’ up da rear o Team useless is some Urine sample? What da fuck? Oh fuck dat, I ain’t gonna even attempt ta say dat shit. I’ll go ‘head and stick wit Urination or whateva. We gots great fighters, former champs on one side, even though only two out da three on dis champ side are in step, we still got a whole buildin’ up on da fools across da way.”As I finish up wit dat set o words, I also finish up one o da three pieces of art I am creatin’. It is who I jus mentioned. Mister Urination sampler. I molded a cup wit a lid, at da bottom, improvised o cours, is a yellow strip representin’ da piss.“Here we have Mister Urination. Just a piece o plastic wit dirty fuckin’ piss in it. Well dat is quite disappointin’ ain’t it? I remember when there was some hype ‘round ya and yar brother. Comin’ in here and gonna wreck shop. Be da next big thang in Tag team Rasslin’. But it seems y’all have done nothin’ but fail. Loss afta loss, wit a gimme win here and there. Hate ta say it, but ya’re gonna be carried by yar team in dis one. Ya might get a lil bit in here and there, but honestly dude. Ya fuckin’ suck. Dat is why yar sittin’ at da bottom o dis cup sloshin’ ‘round, ready ta be tested fo’ all kinds o shit. Ya look like a dirty sample o piss waitin’ ta happen anyway. Yo Noah’s Ark, ya testin’ fo dem P E Ds dude? Dis Urination kid looks a bit suspish if ya ask me. A lil too jacked, considerin’ his lack of work ethic ya know? Fuck it dude, even if ya’re clean as a whistle, there ain’t shit ya can come at me or Meowtthews and Pandy we ain’t seen before. We’ve been in da ringer and then some if ya catch my drift? We ain’t no green back rooks here dude. Nah ya got da vets. Da creme da la creme as they say. Ask Meowtthews, he knows what I got and what I can do. So dis is where ya’re gonna be. Imma plant yar yellow ass right here and throw ya in a kiln lata and ya’re gonna be added ta da decor o my daughter’s room. Get yar excuse book ready. Ya might need ta come up wit some new unheard excuses for why ya lost dis fight once da dust settles and the smoke clears. Fuck dat’s so god damn cliched out ain’t it? Well I said. It’s gonna be out in da wide world of internet machines. Well Urinepeepee, see ya at Dystopia, I’ll bring my memo pad so ya can use it as a fresh start of excuses.”I turn back ta face da bench, placin’ da first clay moldin’ in da camera sight as I go to work on da next. I work quickly, feverishly if dat is even somethin’ one can do. Twistin’ and pressin’ and gently moldin’ dis glob o clay inta what I think is a perfect representation of Striper. A fuckin’ candy cane. I turn and present it ta da camera. It is yellow and gray. Not yar typical colors o a candy cane, but it works fo dis particular moment in time.“Now I present ta da whole wide world o internet machines. Da next pawn in dis bigger game fo grown folk. He is Wannabe Striper. We’ll shall call him Yellow Striper fo dis lil presentation. So ya came inta Dubba Dubba Hssshh, hopin’ ta what? Set free those dat were in da nuthouse? Or were ya lookin’ ta pull out some perverted sickness worse than dat TomTom dude did? Shit what happened ta dat pyro maniac y’all? He like went all poof and shit huh? One day here causin’ mischief and furtherin’ da chaos rather than calmin’ it. Da next a ghost. Interestin’. Dat Eden chicka seems ta be doin’ a bang up job, well kinda. I won’t get inta dat right now, I’ve got a little candy cane to discuss. Look Striper, ya ain’t nothin but dis piece o candy. Mostly used as decoration fo da holiday season. Ya talk a massive big game dude, but dat is all it is. A big ass game, filled wit words and empty promises along with falsified threats. I know ya done good here and there. I ain’t discountin’ yar victories and shit, but fo da game ya spat ‘fore makin’ dat big debut, ya’ve hardly managed ta stay afloat wit all dat nonsense. Look ya got some actual skill in dat ring, but da thing ya fail most at, is executin’ da closeout. Goin’ in fo dat victory when there is blood in da water. Fuck anotha god damn cliche. Well folks out there in internet land, I guess yar boy Jacoby is gonna be spoutin’ off nothin’ but overly used cliched references. HA. So back ta dis boy. Look Striper, I am sure ya have a fuckin’ gaggle o writers dat help ya wit all dem speeches ya been spittin’ but dude, da people see through dat shit. Ya do know dat right? Ya can’t fool da people. As much as ya think ya are, ya ain’t. They fuckin’ see right through yar bullshit. As do I. I’m sure Meowtthews, wit a lil help can see right through it too. We all know Pandy ain’t fuckin’ dumb one bit, she sees through a man’s bullshit from miles away. Well I think she might be a lil blinded ta Meowtthews, but dat is a Maury show in da makin’ I’m sure o it. Anotha piece o decor fo my baby girl’s room.”I place it next ta da urine mold as I turn back ta da bench and go ta town on my next piece of awkward art. Twistin’. Pullin’. Definin’. Bein’ a lil more ambitious wit dis one. After a few more twists, and presses, it is ready. Turnin’ ‘round and presentin’ it ta da camera, it is just a head. Da details aren’t great, but it is da dumb bitch I call Vraygrass. Dark hair. Sparkles on her massive face and overly protrudin’ nose. I like dat extra lil touch. On either side o da massive face are three fingers and a foot lookin’ thang.“Here she is daddy. Yar pride and joy. Da princess dat decided ta carve her own path. Well up until dat path got upended by someone quite a bit better than her. Here is how I see ya Vraygrass. A massive head, with hardly any limps or apendages ta back what ya say up. Ya exploded on da scene though didn’t ya? Usin’ daddy’s dirty money ta get yarself in all da right places at all da right times. Came ova and busted down da doors o dat one show, what was it called? Fuck. Elliott was runnin’ dat shit. Fuck. Didn’t he call it Threshold? Yeah I think that’s what it was called. Anyway, ya blew by everyone there and became da champ. Holdin’ dat strap all da way up until da place got shut down permanently. Took dat strap ova ta da nuthouse. Carried yarself and dis big ass head quite well. But wait. Oh I misspoke earlier. Holy fuck me. I can’t believe dat I said such a stupid and ignorant thang. Ya came up against my ass and well, Vraygrass, yar ass was grass and I sent ya packin’ back home ta daddy wit a sad face. Ya prolly told daddy dat I cheated or somethin’. Or whateva ya needed ta say ta not be a total fuckin’ disappointment. Dat was like what fuckin’ eight months ago? Shit. I can’t remember. A year maybe? But like I said earlier. Past shit is just dat. In da fuckin’ past. Ya’ve come back pretty fuckin’ strong. Congrats on dat. But once again, I’m gonna be da roadblock ya can’t overcome. Ya could go on dis mad tear through dis company. But then ya draw me again and well chicka, yar luck runs out. I have carried four title straps in dis company. Ya’ve held one. Ya did okay wit it, but I took dat fuckin’ thang ta da stratosphere, I jus hope dat punk boy Cedrone don’t tarnish da good name I brought ta dat strap. Anyway, Vraygrass, go ahead and put dis in yar corncob pipe and smoke it. I am yar kryptonite. I am da one dat ya can’t seem ta overcome. And well big head, ya ain’t gonna be able ta top me again. Welcome ta da decor o my daugher’s room chicka. She’ll will beat ya up da most. Wanna know why? Because ya gots a big ass nose, and well yar a big ball ta her.”Placin’ dat clay mold down. I turn back ta da camera and smile wit a wink.“I have been lookin’ forward ta gettin’ back ta action. Feelin’ dat buzz of adrenaline flowin’ through me as I kick somebody’s teeth down their throat. We gots three volunteers upcomin’ ladies and gents. Y’all better tune inta Dystopia on September sixth. It’s gonna be can’t miss. See y’all there.”Just as I reach ta turn da camera off, Ry calls ta me from da door.“Yes my love?”I say just as da camera powers down.
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Post by goldenstormriders on Sept 4, 2020 21:36:28 GMT -5
(The camera starts up and we see the two boys from the Hollow, Jacob Striker and Uiriamu Minami, in a parking lot somewhere with both men in their street gear-Jacob perched on the hood of the car while Uri stands next to him)
Uri:
It hasn’t been an easy ride for us since the apparent rebirth of the World Wrestling Headquarters. For the last two Dystopias in a row, we’ve suffered the loss and while most groups out there feel dirty and scandalized by such a thing...not us, because for every bit of good one must also take the bad and that is just a simple part of life.
Do we want to take a run at the tag team titles...perhaps, but we will pick the time and the place to do such things and not somebody in the front office with a sick, twisted sense of humor….like those who continue to with the short sighted review of giving a useless lump of flesh like Vincent Lyons title match after title match when everybody including his own *SISTER* knows that he’ll choke.
But that is neither here nor there for tonight, we have a team up with Mercedes Vargas against Chris Matthews, Pandora Barrett, and Jacoby Spencer. A sx man that should prove to be quite interesting to say the least.
Jacob:
That is putting it mildly, my brother. Now first off, far be it from me to insult someone on our team such as you, Miss Vargas, but while you may have held championships all over the world and such...I question your dedication to winning this match because you never reached out to us, let alone cut a proper promo on our opponents.
Now we are going to trust you to do your part inside of that ring like the bloody professional that you like to play yourself out to be, but I want you to be of complete understanding that Uiriamu and myself are taking this match very seriously and that means that if you do not give us every ounce of your energy, every iota of a hundred percent towards victory...then don't bother coming to tag with us at all tonight.
Because, La Rosa Negra Bombón, we're looking to wage something unholy in that ring tonight and finally pull ourselves out of this quagmire that we seemed to be stuck in at present.
Last week, Joshua Kaine, you got lucky...you almost found yourself at permanent home with the Apocalypse and I promise you that before we enter the time of Samhain, you’ll encounter it in full because the Apocalypse is inevitable...but for now, I’ll save that for the three of you here tonight.
First off is you, Chris. A man so confident in himself that he calls himself “The Man”...I’ll admit that you do have some skills, but Chris unlike you I was born to do this. In these veins runs the blood of brutal champions, of men and women willing to do whatever it takes to tear down established, entitled assholes like you in order to make their own mark.
Tonight, I start by tearing you down from that lofty ivory tower that you’ve built for yourself and raze it to the bloody, muddy ground before I bury you alive in the cold, wet, reality of it because while you think that you have everything to gain and nothing to lose-the fact of the matter is that you have everything to lose, but those rose tinted eyes of yours refuses to see such things and thus here we are.
(Jacob then pushes himself off of the hood of the car, moving closer to the camera as he goes)
Jacob:
I’ve spent a good amount of time actually studying you, looking for all of your good tells and there is one in particular...both of your big finishes, I know both moves and I use one of them regularly myself so comes the question of how are you going to land the reign of thunder or the krav maga when we can see them coming before you even make the moves to start them?
Jacoby, I hate to sound possibly like a broken record when it comes to you but you look more like you should be the frontman of a metalcore band rather than a pro wrestler and while your skills in the ring speak for themselves, what they speak little about is if you can hold things together since you’re the only one out of that entire ad-hoc team against Uri, myself, and Miss Vargas to speak up or even cut a promo.
Or was that a promo that you even cut, while it is obvious that you can fight but apparently the very concept of thought higher than a lead balloon escapes you if you honestly fucking thought that I’m that talentless hack that is Jacob Knight. Seriously, I had all of the respect in the world for him but from what I’ve seen of him lately….I can’t believe that I had faith in him to begin with.
But where Knight loved to charge in with bravado and smug as fuck attitude, trusting in the sheer element of his strength of arms….I have much more faith in my partner Uri here and in myself, because we’ve got something that you obviously lack in spade…
Uri:
Other than fucking basic fucking intelligence.
Jacob:
Easy Uri.
Uri:
No fuck that, of all the things that douche canoe said, I can’t let that one slide.
(Uri then turns and faces the camera with a hard expression on his face)
Uri:
Jacoby, I don’t care what the hell is wrong with you in that fucking thin blooded, thick skulled head of yours. You ain’t no veteran and at Dystopia, when I drag you down into the Omega Trigger, I’m not going to stop after you tap out to one of if not THE most painful submissions in all of professional wrestling...no, I’m going to fucking take that damned arm of yours and wrench it so far back that it rips off of your body and then I’m going to ram it up your pathetic ass just to see if it can fit right there next to your damn fucking head!!
(Jacob places a hand on Uri’s left shoulder, gently pushing him back and away from the camera)
Jacob:
As you can tell, Jacoby, while we are not the most veteran tag team on the entire roster...we are one of the more fiery ones and because of that fire that burns deep inside of us is why we’re going to come out of this match the victors.
While I might not take anything away from your skills inside of that ring, Jacoby, whatever you do have pales in the weakest moonlight to what Uiriamu can do when he is properly motivated and you, in perhaps the biggest moment of sheer stupidity, have given him more than enough motivation to make you scream in the agony of defeat.
But now we come to the final member of tonight's trio of opponents….and that would be you, Pandora. While I can respect how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time, the fact that you stand in Chris Matthews frozen shadow speaks columns of how unprepared you are for the real world of professional wrestling.
How cruelly sweet are the echos that start. I’m changing the tune here, Pandora. I’m changing them because while you can go on and on about how great you are here in this company and how impressive your connection is with Chris Matthews...If you don’t have a righteous objective, eventually you will suffer and that suffering might come a little bit sooner than you originally thought because tonight you three have to square off against two men who are incredibly hungry.
Uri:
Do you dig what he’s sayin?
Jacob:
You see, if you can dig what I’m saying than you will see that I’m not just throwing down shit that doesn’t make sense….no, I’m letting you three douche canoes understand that your time here in this company is over and that it’s time for the more hungry of diamond dogs to come out of the shadows and sink our collective teeth into the flesh of victory.
Because tonight, the three of you are standing smack dab in the middle of route six sixty six and the devil that is Jacob Striker is going to be running the three of you down on his way to the Affliction championship.
Uri:
And before any one of you three start to go off about Jake or myself not taking any one of you three seriously….understand this. While our erstwhile partner was too busy to cut a proper promo for this match, we’ve been studying the tapes….learning what makes you three tick separately in the ring and while we can’t one hundred percent catch the TICKS!
The TOCKS on the other hand…..those oh so important seconds that are so vital in each and every single match….
….Those belongs to the boys from the Hollow.
So come to Dystopia tonight and see what the future of this company looks like, because it sure as shit ain’t any of you three.
Jacob:
Now can you dig that, man?
(The two men then heads off as the screen fades to black)
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Post by Mercedes Vargas on Sept 4, 2020 22:06:10 GMT -5
PREVIOUSLY…
| Mercedes Vargas vs Nicholas King
●●● You're only as good as your last match.
For Mercedes Vargas, though, being good wasn't good enough last Dystopia against Nicholas King. It wasn't good enough against Renee Jonae, Lilith Evans and Pandora Barrett in the number one contender's match a number of weeks back. It wasn't good enough to beat Renee one-on-one. It certainly wasn't good enough in her WWH return.
The question isn't whether she still got it, it's how she can be better than good.
Everyone knows how to be a good employee. You do what’s required of you. You do what people expect. If you work hard, you show up early, you stay late, you do all the right things, you jump through all the right hoops, you’re respectful, you don’t break the law, that you get good at your craft, that you really hone that, that you connect with the fans, you separate yourself, you stand out from the competition. You do everything, you check all the boxes, you show up in shape - you do everything that’s asked of you. That keeps your boss and others satisfied. Simple.
For the last two years in World Wrestling Headquarters, through the good, the bad, and, yes, even the ugly, Mercedes Vargas always found a way to survive the storm.
Starting over in a new company. Nobody knows your name, the male roster has vilified you with sexist, even misogynistic potshots and most of your opponents, regardless of gender, have put you in a box because you didn't pass their eye-test of what a wrestler is supposed to look like or question your place on the roster, and not because of your talent.
It would have been so easy to give up, to give in. Instead, when the going got tough, she kept going. She stood tall and fought, lets the words roll off her like water off a duck's back. But every now and then she stopped and let it sink in, actually. Give up. That's what they want her to do. Stop. That's what they want her to do. You're not the best. That's what they want her to believe. The wins and the losses inspire her passion. The praise and the scrutiny fuels her motivation. The fans and the haters ignites her fire.
Mercedes was one of the few people who decided to stay in World Wrestling Headquarters after a majority of the roster left the company in the days following the Grindhouse pay-per-view two years ago. Some thought the company would be crippled by then, some prayed it did; others thought it was already on its last legs. Others still didn't want to go down with the ship. At some point you have to make a decision, a life-or-death decision. Those who defected made theirs, Mercedes made hers. She stuck to her guns, she was along for the ride as the ship weathered the storm. And yet every storm has to end. The wind will stop. The seas will calm. The sky will clear and in the aftermath then and only then will we learn who was strong enough to survive it.
Resilience is that invaluable quality that allows some people to be knocked down and come back at least as strong as before. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
It's been two years since Mercedes joined the roster. Even though she's faced opponents capable enough to take her down, that doesn't mean she was going to stay down and take it. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. She would show them she's strong enough to get back up.
And she always get back up. The highs, the lows, the pain, all of it. It was part of the journey. Whether she succeeds or fail, the strongest always finds a way to survive. You're only as good as your last match.
Or, in Mercedes' case, her next one.
The next Dystopia show will see her have her game face on. She will make sure to have her best ring gear for the occasion and she will be no short of confidence.
In less than two days she had to team with two opponents she didn't even know. How could she overcome the awesome challenge of keeping herself and her team alive against a superteam? She didn’t know, she wasn't sure. Somehow, someway, Mercedes will do what is necessary to win.
Nobody said it would be this easy. No one said it would be this hard. Coldplay had it right. What comes easy, won't last. What will last won't always come easy.
The start of the year left a lot to be desired, and oftentimes, she have been left wondering if it was ever enough. Here was her next chance, and maybe her last chance to close the last few months of 2020 on a winning note.
Just a future champion, in the shape of her life, having the time of her life, getting ready for the fight of her life.
All the world's a stage, and she was ready for her closeup.
Nothing else needed to be said.
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Todo o Nada (All or Nothing), the Third: One Night with the King Present Day ♦ L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A
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"Optimism in 2019 was hoping for a healthier, happier and more prosperous 2020. Optimism in 2020 is buying a 2021 calendar."
Mercedes Vargas shrugs as the cameras are warming up. We see the Argentine sat at the Micheltorena Stairs, a recognizable landmark right across the street from Alfred Coffee and Micheltorena Elementary School here in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Silver Lake. A climb of some 190 stairs, it's enough for anyone to squeeze in some cardio, but it's also a work of art that also stands out.
"Let's get this out there. Nicholas King got the best of me last Dystopia, there's just no going over, around, under or through it. He did it, he won. Did it had to take four minutes? No. But he best me, he won.
Could you imagine if he didn't? He would be embarrassed but deep down inside I bet he's so proud of himself because he's proven that the competition won't get easier from here. King proved he has heart, desire, courage, and what it takes to be a main event star.
“For that, I applaud him.”
Mercedes claps her hands, then offers a bow in turn. Very rare does her opponents get such platitudes, but this was one of those moments.
"There's an applause, there's a bow. Will it matter to him, I highly doubt it, but you take the praise when you need it.
Mercedes quickly holds her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.
"I'm getting ahead of myself. There's another match this weekend and yours truly somehow find herself in a tag match. For the record, I don't always find myself in tag matches, but when I do, I usually state the obvious.
"Like the fact that two of my opponents are actually familiar names I've crossed paths with before. Chances are Pandora and Chris probably wouldn't, but that's okay, too. I'll be glad to remind them who I am and what I can do. As for Jacoby?"
Mercedes seems to hold back a laugh with her hand, but the feeling was so overwhelming that she turns away from the camera. When she’s able to get a hold of herself again, she holds up one hand in an apologetic gesture.
"Honestly, I don't know. You can easily point him out in a lineup, just look at him. Hopefully I don't have to get in the ring when he's there because he gives me the creeps, and no one should be wearing all that black.
"We’re not scared of you. Hell, I’m not scared of you. Look at me. Do I look scared? Do I look intimidated? Do I look even the LEAST bit fazed?
[j]Mercedes mouths the word “no” while shaking her head firmly. Her eyes piercing through the camera lens.[/i]
We are a deadly combination. "That deer in the headlights look? Yeah, you know what’s coming. We’re going to walk straight through you and your team, and there’s no reason why that can’t happen. This isn’t a contest, much less a competitive one.
"I can see how my team is going to be awkward, but I know how to play well with others. Last time I was in one of these trios matches, I didn't do too bad. Rest assured, I would neeeeever turn my back on my own partners. That would go against everything I stand for. But how am I going to get along with two people who I won't ever see again? Fenrir and Renee meant well and I completely understand why they feel the way they do. We were able to put our differences aside for the greater good. Sure we didn't win, but we were close.
"My new partners, they have every right not to trust me either, so it looks like I'm going to have enough trust for all of us.
"I knew we should have got together for some trust exercises, but we're stuck on time so we're going in. All I will say is that for Pandora, Chris, and Jacoby, you three are going in for a surprise you'll never forget."
I could offer a cute little threat in Spanish, but English, Spanish, it doesn’t matter. Because whether we pin your shoulders to the mat or make you tap, tap, tap…"
Mercedes illustrates this tapping her hand into her open palm.
" ...there won’t be any need for translation."
Mercedes turns back to the camera, crossing her arms in front of her in challenge.
"Party of three? Your asskicking is waiting..."
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Post by 𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙒𝙎 on Sept 4, 2020 22:09:05 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PROLOGUE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
… … … … …Back at the grinder again. Isn’t this wonderful? What can I say about what happened at the show? Honestly, I can’t. I can’t think of anything other than a cluster fuck that happened. I told myself that I would make Belladonna pay for her words, but I failed in my attempt. Guess we had bigger fish to fry and that was The Tiger towers. But don’t worry, I’ll get my hands back on her again and this time I won’t fail in my attempt. Until we meet again, I’m going to focus on what is important this time around and that is yet again a six-person tag team match. What did Noah exactly plan in this? He said he was going to fix this – but I don’t see a lot of fixing going around. All I see is wasted time and money. But honestly, who am I to judge what Noah does around here? He’s the general manager after all. So, I can’t be the one deciding these things. But what I can do is humiliate the three people that dare stands across from me. And the funny thing is, I only have two of them that I have to take on. Jacob Striker and Mercedes Vargas. Yet, I honestly have no idea who this Uiriamu Minami person is. But I guess I’m going to find out when Dystopia comes around, aren’t I? But let's be serious for a moment, shall we? Do you want to know what I love about WWH? I love the fact that management has gotten rid of cancer that consumed this place since the relaunch – the Harts. The Harts is gone and a new leadership arises. How fantastic is that? Granted there are some people out there that don't care and guess what? I don't think that you don’t care. I care about four – no, five things in this world. Me, my son, my daughter, Pandora, and having gold around my waist. But honestly, who doesn’t want gold around their waist, right? But you ask, why? Why bring up something that has nothing to do with this match? I’ll tell you right now because I've been screwed by management for so long. I have BEEN FUCKING LOYAL SINCE DAY ONE. But I guess that doesn’t matter, does it? The only thing that matters is looks and the new breed. But you know something? I guess I’m gonna have to prove myself and prove that I should be in the spotlight. But I can’t do it with Pandora Barrett and Jacoby Spencer. Ugh... that name still bothers me. Jacoby Spencer, the man that I fought back in the Sanatorium days. I remember those days where we fought to the top of the Sanatorium and he was put through the glass ceiling right on the metal table in the lobotomy room. That match, that match was a fucking five-star classic if I ever saw one. Do I trust Jacoby enough? I honestly can say yes or no, because I have no idea. But what I do know is that I have to fight with him to win this match. I have to have some kind of trust if we’re able to succeed and win. Jacoby, you may or may not like me but you know as well as I do that the hatred that is between us has to subside enough to win. So... I’m trusting you enough not to mess this up, okay? The thing about me trusting people is very thin – thin enough where it can be cut rather easily. I can trust Pandora with all my heart and soul. I can trust him because I have to. I have to trust her because she is my future wife and the mother of my two children. You know the old saying – don't mix pleasure with business. Well, I did and I never looked back. At Dystopia, I’m trusting my partners to put up the fight that I know they have inside of them. I know deep down that they want this win just as much as me. You know, I think about all the times where there was darkness inside of me and I couldn’t get away from it. I couldn’t stand the thought of sharing the spotlight with anyone knowing I wanted it on my own. But that was the old me. That was someone who didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But with me having a family and not trying to get myself killed – well, you can say that I’ve changed – sorta. But through all the bullshit, I know that Jacoby, Pandora, and I are going to walk in this match with our head high. We’re going to fight, and we’re going to win. We’re going to win because we’re the best team and people know it. Sure, we’re not teaming with Travis Levitt but Jacoby is someone close enough to us. Dystopia is where everything comes together. Dystopia, we’re going to walk in and prove once again for all that we’re unstoppable. … … … … …
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene 1 » An old friend ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chris is seen sitting at his house while Pandora is chasing the kids. He’s wearing a black shirt, unzipped hoodie, loose-fitting jeans, black sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face. Chris has been thinking a lot about Dystopia since the card was posted. He only knows two people and that is Jacob Striker and Mercedes Vargas. Chris knows how tough they are and how much they’re put up. But Chris needs to prove that he’s that much better and he knows it. He knows that this match means everything to him. Just then we see an old friend arriving at the home of Chris and Pandora. Chris saw him and it was Stefen Raab. He’s wearing a nice blue suit and black dress shoes. “Well, look who it is, what are you doing here?” “Figured I came out and see how things are doing. Seems like you have a lot on your plate with Mellie and the children.” “Reallately Well, as you can see, I got everything under control. But what about you? What can I do for you?” “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. I hear you got a matchup coming up and seeing if you’re ready for it.” Chris takes off his shades and leans forward a bit. Chris knows that has to be ready and he shall be. He has plans for this match and plans on winning it. He knows that Spencer is ready but so is he. He looks to the side and sees Pandora and smiles. He just hopes she’s ready also to bring it to the three. “Seems like you’re doing great. Me, I just came back from an island and had to promote XHW and such. Now I need to deal with WWH.” “I’m sure you’ll get it. I know you enough to handle anything that comes your way. You’re the type of guy that doesn’t let anything bother you. Sometimes, the haters come at me and I don’t know if can handle it – but you’re way tougher than I am.” “I can’t deny what you say, Raab. You and I have been in the ring more times than I like to count. But there is something that is bothering me – why did you leave after Wrestlemania? You had everything going for you and you just up and vanished.” “Just personal reasons Chris. But I want to know if you can handle things? From being a father, future husband, and being a wrestler. Listen, I want you to make everything work for you. I want you to show the world why you’re the man that took me to the limit and took my title.” Raab walks towards his front porch and takes a seat right next to him. He heard every word that Raab has said and more. He already showed how far Chris would go if you piss him off enough. “I think I have what it takes to help win this match. I know Jacoby and Pandora enough to know that I can trust them. I mean sure, Pandora sometimes forgets things and Jacoby hopefully still doesn’t hold a grudge with what happened at Sanatorium.” “I honestly don’t know why you were in that place. You’re more normal than anyone there.” “You can say that – but when you’re in there, things change and not for the better. When you’re in there, you’re going to come out different than when you went in.” “I get that – but there was no reason for you to be there and you know it. You know down in your heart that it wasn’t the right place for you.” He looks at him and he doesn’t nod nor shakes his head at his comment. “You should unleash what you did in XHW in WWH. That way those people can see that you’re a threat. Chris, you deserve more than what the old management did for you. They pretty much screwed you. I guess that was one of the many reasons I left.” “You want to know why I’m staying in WWH?” He points at Pandora Barrett. “It’s because of her. She is the reason I continue to prove that I can be the best that I can in any situation. Without her, I would be nothing. Pandora has always been there for me no matter what. Fuck, sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough for her or my children.” “Don’t say that, Chris. You’re a good man and you know it. You show everyone that you continue to fight no matter how big of a wall the put in front of you. If I know you, I know that you’ll be the fear in their eyes. Remember, you’re the most talented superstar that I’ve ever seen.” “You’re right, I guess Thunder is about to strike at Dystopia.” “That’s what I like to hear. Listen, I need to go – think about what we talked about. I’ll be watching you.” Raab stands up as Chris watches him leave. The kids are tired as Pandora and they all feel on the grass. Chris nods and knows what he has to do. ================================
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene 2 » Lost in the shadows ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Scene comes up in the middle of a field. It’s storming and raining down hard. There is a slight wind that is blowing the rain to the east of the screen while it is getting spots of water hitting the leans. Lighting strikes and you see a man walking toward the camera. You can see that he’s wearing a black shirt, black leather jacket, black loose-fitting jeans, and black sneakers on his feet. ♪ I heard a story 'bout a man, somewhat of a legend Rushing head strong into battle no matter the weapon You can ghost it or camp it but you're gonna regret it When you hear the "boom" like an angel is screaming from heaven ♪ The lightning stops as it was now pitched black. Just then you hear a big boom of thunder hitting and the lightning strikes against and the man is right in front of the camera. It was now Chris Matthews. The camera turns on the light and it was really bright enough to be able to see Chris no matter how dark it is. Chris looks at the camera in a serious look. He has a lot to say about Dystopia and the match that he’s in. “You know, I’m hungry for a win. I don’t care who it’s against and I don’t care who I have to hurt in order to win. First match, it ended in a double count-out, second match, I lost with a chair shot to head, third match, it was a complete cluster fuck. I honestly don’t know how management is keeping these superstars together to have a normal match because the way I see it – it’s going to end up another cluster fuck. Two weeks ago, there was no way the match should’ve been thrown out. But who I am to say what the staff is doing and the way they work.” He shakes his head slowly and sighs a bit. “But not this time – this time, there’s going to be hell to pay for what happened. Dystopia, I’m not going to play nice and there will be a winner.” He put his hands in his pocket while still looking at the camera. You can see the frustration on the face of Chris Matthews. “I could sit here and talk about that slut, Belladonna – but I got more important things to worry about than her. Right now, I have to focus on Jacob Striker, Uiriamu Minami, & Mercedes Vargas. Those three people who I need to worry about and for good reason.” He brings one hand up to his beard and plays with it a bit while looking at the camera. He needs to understand everything that is happening right now and why this match is important as the next one. “You know, I think about this match and wonder if there’s gonna be some bullshit call again. I mean, fuck, the inmates are more normal then the people here and for good reason. Some of those inmates want out of there to make the big bucks. I can’t blame them – but I also can. Why would you want to want to leave that place, huh? Anyways, it’s not about that, it’s about this match.” ♪ The game has just begun; it's about to rain more Try to get revenge but you're running through the same door Laying on the same floor, dying like a Noobasaur Even if you're over there bunny hopping his claymores ♪ “Jacob Striker, you’ve been here for how long now? You’ve been here for a while and yet you haven’t had much success as you thought you would. I honestly don’t know about you man. I honestly thought you would’ve made something out of yourself here in this company – but you haven’t. You honestly haven’t proven anything and I would feel bad for you, but I don’t. But who am I to judge someone like you? Cause you know something, Jacob? I have respect for you. But son, you need to learn something when you’re standing the ring with me.” “I honestly can’t say much about your brother, Uiriamu. I’m not taking anything away from him. But at the same time, he doesn’t understand what he’s getting into when he steps in the ring this Sunday. You guys are the type of team that seems so confident in themselves – and you should be for good reason. Hell, I know that when I stand face to face with you, I know that I’m gonna bring everything that I have to the table. But at the same time, I can’t say much about your partner who shows up when she wants to.” Chris walks towards the sides as the lightning and thunder hits. You can already tell that he’s soaked. The rain has always been his best friend more than anything. Chris has always enjoyed the rain as it seems to calm him down a bit. Sometimes he needs that comfort more than anything. ♪ But you're never safe, so get to digging you your grave Feel the wrath of an AK, picking you off as it sprays When a grenade covered in clay hits your face Move, sway; try to get away but not today, huh ♪ He moved towards the wooded area of the forest and sat down on a log. He leaned forward a bit and smiled at the camera. “Mercedes Vargas, I wonder where the fuck you are and why I haven’t heard anything from you. Are you that scared of what is about to come, huh? I mean, what the fuck have you done since being here? You had a few chances at the Women's heavyweight title and failed at every chance you’ve got. I wonder if you’re right in the head? Because I can tell you that me, Jacoby, and Pandora are ready and willing for anything that comes our way. Listen, I wonder if you really care about being in WWH or using it for a cash grab like the rest of the people that came here?” He puts his hand on his head and shakes it slowly. “Do you want to know what I think, Vargas? I think you lost touch with reality. I think you don’t care about being here unlike the same of us that STAND HERE DAY AND NIGHT FIGHTING FOR A PIECE OF THE PIE! I mean, FUCK! I’ve been here since the FUCKING relaunch and proved to be more worthy then you have ever been and you FUCKING know it. I’m sick and tired of people like you not caring and showing up when it’s convenient for you.” “I'm just sick of the people who don't care. Day after day I fight and stand up for this company and still am overlooked. But you know something? That ends right now. When Dystopia comes around, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to break every one of your bones and not look back. Vargas, I’m taking you out of this company once and for all. As for you Jacob and Uiriamu, good look in the match.” He shakes his head and puts his hands on the leans as the scene fades to black. ©2020 KRAV MAGA PRODUCTIONS
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