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Post by Eden on Sept 27, 2020 22:23:16 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENALegolandCarlsbad, CAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINESFriday, October 2nd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US)Saturday, October 3rd, 2020 at 5 AM (UK)Saturday, October 3rd, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)ROLEPLAY LIMITONE per competitor1000 to 2000 words SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score.Open to Anyone! Must be preclaimed by RP deadline and submitted by midnight Central Standard Time to qualify. Match Five:Orianna Johnson versus Maggie McIntyre versus Mercedes Vargas versus Jonna AustinWomens Division Showcase
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2020 2:51:39 GMT -5
Backstage Last Dystopia, following the tag team match between Orianna and her partner Twisted Jack against her arch nemesis Courtney Steele and Connor O’Keefe. Ori storms past the medical staff who are urging her to get checked out at their station. The shot she took from the illegal weapon swung by Connor had to have done some inner brainal damage, especially when Courtney had predicated it with the devastating Butterface Maker (sitout facebuster) she’s made famous. The leggy phenom shoves them away and hoofs it down the hallway toward her dressing room, ripping a Courtney poster off the wall and scrunching it in her hand as she goes. Inside her room, she tosses the poster on the floor and plops onto the bench, burying her swollen and embarrassed face in her hands. Her re-emergence onto the WWH scene after exiling the 2019 Wrestler and Champion of the year, Sweet Roxy, has just had an apocalyptic turn leaving her cast down from her now impoverished pedestal. "How in the hell do I bounce back from this? I still haven’t landed a single blow on her! Not a single blow!" HRJUGBRJKGDN!!!!"She snatches up the crumpled poster and makes a vow of enmity and vengeance upon Courtney before ripping it up and tossing the tatters across the room. "This isn’t over yet, Court. Not yet by a long shot!" Friday, October 2nd, 2020 Legoland Theme Park Carlsbad, CA.The scene opens to Orianna walking amongst the crowd at Legoland, with a contingent of them following her around happily and giving hoots and hollers and adulation. Orianna beams a smile so bright it should come with a warning label to prevent blindness. It’s a surprising smile given the disaster that was her return match on Dystopia. She does a twirl, showing off her lego themed form fitting pants and a Chris Matthews O Face shirt, before settling in place with her enthralling blue orbs focused at the camera. ”There’s nothing quite like getting out and about with the people in places like this. It’s happy. It’s fun. I need that after what happened in my return match. As the old saying goes, you can’t keep a good girl down. And yeah, I was down, way down after last Dystopia. We know what happened. I won’t rehash it. Let’s just say that the sins committed by Courtney Steele and Connor O’Queef will be repaid in the pain and defeat of my three adversaries this coming Dystopia.” She nods resolutely and begins walking backwards, gesturing toward the creative designs and structures created out of legos. ”How appropriate is it that this match will take place here. Just like this place, I will create masterpieces out of my opponents and put them on display for all to see and awe over. But first, I must forge alliances to do so. Some of these structures around me were built by more than one pair of hands. The design was too difficult for one at first in some cases. This fatal four is such a case. I may be all of nineteen years old, but I’ve already been in tags and gauntlet matches and I’ve found out real quick that temporary alliances are of great importance. “The Teen Phenomenon strokes her chin in thought. ”Hmm, who could I join up with to wreck the house for a bit? Mercedes Vargas? Hmm. Like me, her return to WWH was ruined. There’s a commonality there. Her best wasn’t good enough for Nicholas King, nor was it good enough against Renee Jonae, Lilith Evans and Pandora Barrett. My best wasn’t good enough in my return against Court and O’Queef. However, she has won more titles than I’ve had birthdays and has fought in over 500 matches.”The throng following her let out an awe sound in unison regarding that last stat Mercedes holds. ”Soooo much experience. Surely she will be the most receptive? Maybe not, actually. She seems pretty selfish. Although that selfishness could be a good thing if she’s greedy enough for a win after going ghost mode following the six man tag loss she suffered.”One excited kid speaks up from out of frame, bringing up how mean and showboaty Mercedes is. ”Ah, yeah. We can’t have that can we? Horrible weakness to have during a chaotic mess of a four way. I guess she’s out. Hmmm. How about Maggie McIntyre? Young, like me. Had an inside track to the ring like I did - hers was her legendary promoter grandpappy - mine was The Wrestler reality TV show, right? “They cheer for the call back as she leads them down the path between Castle Hills and Coastersaurus. ”That’s where the commonalities end, friends. Her training was the equivalent of throwing enough dookie at the wall until something sticks. Mine was sifting through the dookie to find the stickiest turd first before throwing it at the wall. What stuck with her was the ‘move fast, don’t get hit’ philosophy. Great on it’s own! Terrible in a multi-person match like this, cause you can’t move fast enough to dodge three others, and you’re gonna get hit often - every one of us in that ring will get hit often. I’m afraid trying to form a temporary alliance with Maggie and her faulty approach to this type of match will not be wise on my part. Right?”She looks around but the gathering who’ve been following her are no longer there. She got so caught up in her diatribe that she didn’t hear their “ewwws” when she started blabbing about poop throwing, which led to their retreat from her. She shrugs and turns her full attention to the camera. ”I guess that leaves you and I, Joanna Austin. Let’s go ahead and address the elephant in the room. No, I’m not talking about Courtney Steele, I’m talking about your history with Maggie McIntyre. She beat you on the September 6th episode of Dystopia. That’s gotta sting. You gotta get that one back and there’s no better way than this Dystopia. Here’s what I’m pitching; hear me out okay? You and I team up and bash Vargas to bits. She’s the most experienced and most dangerous. We focus DPS on her. Don’t worry about Maggie, I’m sure she’ll be running around trying to stay out of sight and out of mind as her philosophy dictates. After we render Vargas obsolete for the remainder of the match, we shift fire to Maggie. We trap squirrel girl and burst her down. You rang-a-bang her dome piece with some Punk Love like you did Lilith Evans, make her soul leave her body and converse with the angels for a moment, and I’ll make her Meet My Knee on the way down.”Ori rubs her hands together excitedly. ”Then? It’ll be you and me. One on one. The power of your right hand versus the ungodly might of my flying knee. Austin vs Johnson. Has such a good ring to it doesn’t it? We fight until one of us can’t anymore and that’s it - the best woman wins. In this type of match you have to work smarter not harder. I’ve already figured that out. If ya can’t figure that out, well then…”On cue, the rollercoaster from Coastersaurus hurtles by at high speed. Ori bobs her head toward it. ”It’s gonna be just like that. An out of control rollercoaster ride. A cluster-muck. Remember, Jonanna, work smarter not harder. I’m not too proud to take a butt kicking from a badass like you. Think about it. Be smart, or else you might just Meet My Knee a lot sooner than you anticipated.”With that, the scene begins a slow fade out, the last image being Ori slyly stealing a pluck of cotton candy from a passerby and gobbling it down as she strolls away to enjoy the rest of the day.
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Post by Josh Kaine | Maggie McIntyre on Oct 2, 2020 19:37:50 GMT -5
Something was happening tonight. They were far removed from civilization and had been for days now. The sky was clear tonight, a great mass of dark--the moon bright in the sky surrounded by the infinitesimal stars. She sat in her camping chair, one leg resting over the arm--a bare foot pointed in his direction. The fire kept her warm enough and when Maggie caught his eyes over top of her book, she waved to him with her toes. It brought a chortle from him before he stood up suddenly, shrugging out of the wolfskin coat and disappearing inside of the RV. A curious eyebrow went up for a moment before her attention was drawn back to the words on the page. Maggie lost track of him, lost in the book’s intriguing plot--something that had been gifted to them by his mother and sister. A whole stack of good things to read, with the promise to bring back stories of their own. She’d never been so content to simply enjoy the silence with someone else before him. There was a sudden chill up her spine, forcing her to sit up and close the book. Maggie glanced around, noting there was no movement in the RV but she felt eyes on her. “Mai’coh?” She called out and was met with only silence. “Lev?” There was no response. The book was closed and put on the camping chair behind her as she got to her feet. The ground was soft under her toes, the woods now drew her gaze. The chittering nocturnal beasts in the forest and the crackling of the fire were interrupted by a shout. It wasn’t from something all together human. Her pulse quickened, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. The fear she felt pushed adrenaline through her system… “To capture a predator...you can’t remain the prey.” She sang under her breath before a grin tugged at her lips. “You have to become an equal in every way…” Maggie exhaled to momentarily steady herself before she started towards the woods, finding her way by the reddening light of the moon. The further she walked from the light of their fire, the more easily she could see in the dark, making her way past the branches and fallen logs as quietly as she could. The ground wasn’t frozen yet--her bare feet kept her quiet. If he'd truly thought this through from the beginning, he'd have brought his coat. The agouti tone of the fur was nature's best camouflage in this distorted moonlight that he could've asked for-- maybe he really was a skinwalker in a way. He wasn't doing too bad so far; he could see her from where he was, but she couldn't see him. There was a crackle off to her left and behind her. And as she reflexively turned towards it, he exploded out of the bushes to her right. If he'd planned on grabbing her that soon, he was in for a surprise-- Maggie reacted far more quickly than even he expected. She dropped just as he reached out to grab her before she scrambled back to her feet and took off into the dark of the woods. It was a game...a test. It was a way to bond, to sharpen her reflexes and force her to think on her feet. The wolf who went his own way was fond of games like this with his blackbird. It forced them both to tap into their predatory instincts and experience something more primal than most people ever got close to. He took off after her, seeing her footprints in the bright moonlight and his instinct driving him deeper into the woods. Levi skidded to a halt when he heard it...she was whistling in the dark. A blackbird singing in the night, tempting out the evil spirits his culture feared most...the beast most of the people of the country he represented thought him to be. A skinwalker. He heard the rustling leaves of the trees above him move, though there was no wind tonight, and he saw a shape jump from one thick branch to another. Oh, she was a clever one. Taking to the trees like the bird that inspired her nickname or like a squirrel with how quickly she’d come to learn how to move through nature while out on the road with him. A fine companion for a wolf. “I’m going to get you, Blackbird.” He called out into the night. Her response tickled him. “You’re going to try, Mai’coh.” Woo! First televised match on Dystopia here I come! I mean, I did pretty well back in early September against the unbearably pretty Jonna Austin and now I get thrown into a Women’s Division Showcase fourway? Safe to say, if I didn’t make an absolute fool out of myself last time, I can try just as hard not to do it this time...especially since this time I’ll actually be on camera in front of the thousands in attendance at Legoland! So let’s just get down to brass tacks…I’ve got multiple opponents to address this time and since the first one I’ve heard from is Orianna Johnson, I’ll start there. OJ, did you actually like think before you opened your mouth? Battle strategies aren’t really supposed to be shared out loud for the whole world to prepare, especially if Jonna does decide to team up with you...Mercedes and I know exactly what to expect. Mercedes, who by the way, is a badass seasoned veteran who at forty is still stepping into the ring with zero fear and literal decades of experience--despite suffering a few recent losses. How dense do you have to be to just announce to the world everything you’re planning to do? What are you going to do if Jonna decides not to team up with you? I mean if you don’t come up with a backup plan pretty quick you’re going to be looking like an ignorant fool with someone’s foot up your ass. Also, I need to address your decision to speak up about how I got here and how I was trained? First of all, get your facts straight--my dad is a promoter, not my grandfather. His client, my uncle GRIMM, was the one who actually started my training and after a while, I met Levi who helped me to get better. You know the biggest thing that sticks with you when you’re an average sized person trained by literal giants? Move fast, don’t get hit. Because yanno, giants like Levi Tsingine (who is undefeated for both of his Shogun matches so far in the Sanatorium ya know) and my uncle GRIMM tend to pack a wallop. It doesn’t mean I can’t take a hit. So maybe, you should stop to like...I don’t know, think before you speak, OJ, or do you just have pulp for brains? Speaking of pulp, that’s what Jonna will turn me into if she gets the chance. She’s no slouch in the ring and she certainly wasn’t expecting me to catch her foot last time--or the superkick that followed to knock her damn lights out. But be that as it may, I don’t have any problem with Jonna...and just to call back for a minute, HEY OJ, HER NAME IS JONNA. Shit, you want her to team up with you to decimate me and Mercedes, the least you could do is actually get her name right. I beat her once, that at least gives me a good enough idea of what she’ll throw at me in this fourway to be halfway prepared. That’s really all someone can do when you’re not a seasoned veteran or a reality TV star or the really really pretty and talented lady you’ve already beaten one on one when you get tossed in a fourway like this. It pays to be quick on your feet and able to readjust your strategy in an instant when things go awry. If you don’t, you don’t survive long term in this business. I’m not here to criticize how anyone else was trained, I’m not here to be your friend. Good friends...good allies...and good people, are few and far in between. I may not have as much experience as Mercedes Vargas, but I do have just as much strength of will and cunning. I may not have your good luck with getting picked for a TV show like you, OJ, but I am lucky enough to be thrown in a Women’s showcase fourway for my first televised match for Dystopia. And let’s face it, I’m clearly not the dangerous lady with the pretty face trying to find herself that Jonna Austin is…But you wanna liken me to Squirrel Girl? I’ll take it. You guys know she’s unbeatable, right? I mean, she took down Thanos no frickin’ problem. Don’t believe me? See for yourself: So go ahead, call me Squirrel Girl. I’ll live up to the name. She took down one of the strongest beings in the Marvel Universe without batting an eyelash. What do you think I’m gonna do to all of you?
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Post by Mercedes Vargas on Oct 2, 2020 21:23:59 GMT -5
It's Not Whether You Win or Lose: Can't Always Get What You Want Present ♦ L O S A N G E L E S • C A L I F O R N I A
[REC•]
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, get the wish I wish tonight."
On a clear and moonless night like tonight, it made perfect sense to visit one of the most popular tourist attractions: Griffith Park Observatory in downtown Los Angeles. The scene opens as we're viewing from the lens of a telescope before it cuts away to the observatory where an pensive Mercedes Vargas slowly paces like a caged tiger. She’s not in the greatest mood, it was easy to see after the few setbacks in WWH since her return. From her outlook we know something is not quite right. As if on cue, the Argentine stops in mid-pace, gives an annoyed look at the camera, before she begins to express her thoughts.
"Experience is the best teacher. I've competed against great opponents my whole career. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. Sometimes I neither won or lost. Just the same, I've competed not just in matches but also for championships. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. Sometimes I neither won or lost. The point is, in my long career, wins and losses don't really bother me. Well, usually. But there's just something about how my match last Dystopia went that bothered me. That I was the weakest link on my team, that I got pinned had to be the lowest point since I got here, and that's shocking because I've had some pretty low points since I first joined some three years ago. I'd spill but we don't have time for that.
"There's no way I can make it up to my partners for my showing and I doubt there any less happy about losing either, but what I can do is pick myself up, dust myself off and get back on the saddle. This Sunday, I'm facing three opponents who are in the prime of their careers compared to me. Any other opponent in my shoes would try to find weaknesses in their opponent. I'm sure my opponents will be doing the same against me."
Mercedes holds up an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.
"Unfortunately for them, I've faced so many opponents in my career, have learned to adapt to any opponent's style to the point where I have no weakness. So maybe I don't get out of bed as quick as I used to, when I walk around my house or at the airport, I don't get around as good as I once did, and maybe I can't recall the last thing I said ten minutes ago, but if I can adjust to what my opponent is doing I can actually put myself in a position to win. It doesn't mean I'll always get my hand raised, but there's nothing my three opponents can throw at me that I haven't seen before. I know it all because I've seen it all.
It's good that we're all familiar with one another so at least there's no surprises. I remember Jonna because she was one of my opponents in the six-way Women's World Championship number one contender's match at Dreamstate earlier this year. She's not going to be easy to take down, but she's not even the biggest alpha in the fight. Orianna Johnson is 5'10 and one of the four tallest women on the roster. She seems pretty harmless, though most girls her height are usually WNBA prospects, not trained professional wrestlers. On any given night, she's typically either taller, stronger, or quicker than whoever is across the ring from her. Usually, it's two or more of those, and often, it's all three. That's what I'm up against Sunday. Challenge accepted. It doesn't matter who WWH want to throw at me. Whether it's one opponent, two opponents, three opponents. Hell, give them the whole roster. The result will be the same.
"There are some people, maybe even most people, who think that Mercedes Vargas isn't much of a threat. You would be wrong, of course, but seeing is believing. I'm more than meets the eye. Because while I may be on this little slump right now, when my focus is on something, that doesn't make me any less of a threat than anyone else. If you didn't like me at my worst, you're definitely not going to like me at my best.
She points to herself.
"At Dystopia, my opponents are going to learn the difference between reality and fantasy. The reality is none of them are going to walk out with a victory, at least not over me. The fantasy is that they had any choice in the matter. Not even a little bit,"
Mercedes dusts her hands in tune to her words.
"You make it seem like I have doubts about getting in the ring with any of you. You make it sound like I'm running scared from any of you. Now imagine what happens if any of you walked out winners. How would that make me feel? Embarrassed? Ashamed? Maybe even jealous? Answer: none of the above. I have nothing to prove to any of you."
Mercedes has a serious look on her face.
"Sunday night is about taking a stand, it's about making a statement. It's about sending a message to every woman in this match that I take a backseat to no one and that you will never hold me down. It's always been me against the world. What can I say, I like to bet on myself. But am I guaranteeing a win or Sunday? No. I guarantee the pursuit."
Mercedes speaks a tangent of Spanish, before she stops herself short.
"What happens in Legoland won't be staying there. So Orianna, Maggie, Jonna, do your worst, bring your worst. Matter of fact, bring your best too. Bring everything that you have. Come Sunday, don’t come looking for me, I’ll be waiting for all of you.”
Mercedes speaks a tangent of Spanish, before she stops herself short.
"So you can understand. And for those who speak English and Spanish:
"Estar preparado para lo peor, esperar lo mejor." "Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."
She pauses for effect, lowering her voice just above a whisper.
"Y que la suerte está siempre en su favor.” "And may the odds be ever in your favor."
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Post by Jamie | Akari | Skylar on Oct 2, 2020 23:02:03 GMT -5
“Nothing is ever truly as it seems to be. Day in and day out, a person tries to be a better version of themselves then they were the day before. The question to ask oneself, however, how can we ever be a better version of ourselves when nothing is better than us being who we truly are? How can we be any better than who we are on the inside?”While the owner of the voice couldn’t be seen at first, there was no surprise when the blonde bombshell, Jonna Austin, stepped into view of anyone that gave a damn enough to be paying attention. On her heels was her twin sister, Jamie Austin, who had a smirk on her face as she stood beside her sister. The shorter of the two women remained silent for a short time though she spoke up when her sister remained silent longer than she thought she would do. Upon hearing Jamie’s voice, it cleared up any lingering doubt on if she or Jonna had been the one speaking before. “When you feel that you’re giving the best of yourself in what you do, there’s no reason to try every day to be a better you. Being a better you means that you’re not happy with who you already are...you’re not satisfied with simply being yourself. Feeling as if you’re unable to be who you feel you are inside leaves you with a longing that you just can’t avoid or fill.”“I’m set to face Mercedes Vargas, Maggie McIntyre, and Orianna Johnson...who can’t seem to bother giving me the decency of getting my name correct. Of course, very few ever bother to give me that decency, it seems. In reality, I’ve never understood why that is when I give that to others...or at least apologize ahead of time if I feel like I may butcher their name at some point.”The shorter of the two women nodded as she listened to her sister speak. The blonde bombshells had been raised on respect, especially when around the wrestling business. No lesson had been too small nor had the teaching been something seen as tedious for anyone involved. Jamie took a few small steps up, bringing herself even with where her sister was standing in the quiet area that the pair had found before their time had started. “Mercedes is beyond the top of her game, and there’s not a single doubt about that in my mind by any means. Maggie has proved herself against me before, and I look to repay her for that match. Orianna, you I haven’t met in the ring before, but I look forward to it. This is a match...a showcase of our talents in the women’s division. Ladies, lets blow the roof off the building.”
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