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Post by Eden on Nov 2, 2020 0:32:19 GMT -5
WWH Presents
Broadcasting through FXX and Netflix from The Sanatorium Arena and The Baker Hotel in Serenity, California
Roleplay Deadlines: Friday, November 13th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, November 14th, 2020 at 5 AM(UK)
Roleplay Limit 2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words
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Post by Christy Winters on Nov 12, 2020 2:09:20 GMT -5
Inside the Sanatorium auto shop, Christy is busy at work, working on a Harley Davidson motorcycle, she’s almost when she is tapped on the shoulder, she looks up to see one of the guards looking down at her.
Christy: “I’m almost done”
Guard: “Stand up”
Christy stands up and the guard motions for two guys in suits to come over.
Guard: “These men would like to speak to you.”
Christy: “Make it quick I’ve got work to do”
Guy: “Ms. Winters we’ve been following your career since you’ve been in here and we’ve been sent here to discuss your upcoming fight with Warden Dubois.”
Christy: “Alright ”.
Guy: “Our boss has bet a huge amount of money on Warden Dubois, who is a 500-1 underdog against you, so in order to avoid any future unpleasantries, our boss orders you to lay down in the middle of the ring and allow Warden Dubois to pin you.
Guy 2: “We trust you will follows these orders, understand Ms. Winters”
Christy: “Understood.”
Guy: “Great, we have an understanding.”
The guy extends his hand, Christy folds her arms, the guys smirks then turn and walk away.
Guard: “Listen, Winters, it's probably best to just do what they ask.”
Christy: “Okay I got the message, can I go back to work now.”
Guard: “Sure thing.”
The next day Christy is sitting at a table eating whatever the day’s meal consists of. An Inmate sits across from you.
Inmate: “So everyone is talking about the match between you and the Warden.”
Christy: “So what.”
Inmate: “Honestly I hope you beat her smug ass. I remember that stupid Ace T.V segment, where all Ace did was kiss up to the Warden, really made me sick, how either had any respect for your opinion, and I think I honestly threw up when Ace helped the Warden out of the ring. The Warden needs to be taken down a peg or two or five.”
Christy: “I do what I have to when the bell rings, no worries.”
Inmate: “Cool”
The inmate picked up her tray and walked away.
A day later.
Christy is sitting in the visiting room, as Brittany walks in.
Brittany: “So Eden actually wants to go through with the match.”
Christy: “Yes.”
Brittany: “Okay, I understand that part, but why did you want me to look into old man Andruzzi’s personal files.”
Christy: “I had a nice visit from two of his goons, apparently, Old man Andruzzi has put a huge chunk of change down on Eden, and basically wants me to take a dive.”
Brittany: “That guy is old and senile.”
Christy: “But a crafty old bastard, so we’re going to counter whatever he has up his sleeve when I don’t take a dive against Eden, so who is in his personnel that we can use to our advantage.”
Brittany: “He has a daughter and nephew in Manhattan Beach.”
Christy: “Great, have the boys pay them a visit but have them wait until Grindhouse, and tell them not to do anything until they hear from you.”
Brittany: “Alright, I’ll get the boys on that.”
Christy smirks.
Christy: “By the time I get out of here, everything will be in place for me to take over, if anyone is going to make money off all the blow that crosses the border form Arizona and Baja it's going to be me, and no one will even know how I pulled it off.”
Brittany: “Okay, anything else.”
Christy: “No I think that covers things for now.”
The door opens.
Guard: “Times up.”
Brittany leaves and Christy is escorted back to her cell.
Christy: “To be honest Eden, I didn’t think you would actually go through with this match, but what’s done is done, I figured I would be fighting Kiki for the underground title. Eden unfortunately there’s no winners in our little fight, if you beat me, I have to live with the fact I lost to someone who isn’t a wrestler or a fighter. If I win it well you won but you beat the Warden who isn’t a fighter.”
Christy sits down against the wall.
Christy: “I’ll say this to you Eden, I’m not going to take it easy on you, that simply wouldn't kosher now would it.”
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Post by Eden on Nov 14, 2020 5:54:33 GMT -5
My, how far she'd come. Naked as the day she was born, standing in the Sanatorium gym womens' shower with naught but a pair of shower shoes separating her toes from the gray-yellow waxy soap scum buildup. Evidence of neglect by an underpaid staff, but she didn't control how much money they had in the budget. She controlled far more than anyone else that who used these facilities, though.
She'd come far, but which direction she'd gone, though? That'd be a subject of debate, dependent on the eye-- or position-- of the observer, much like that blue/black white/gold dress that'd gone viral some years ago. Her own starting point? It was easy compared to most of those who used these facilities, she knew. She couldn't bring herself to describe her upbringing as soft, though-- if anything had shaped who she'd become as a person, the lack of comfort there had been it. The DuBois were a cold, distant lot, and her parents had been overly disposed to paying someone else to raise their only child while they made decisions from afar, uninterested in input from the actual little person they'd created. And while they were no millionaires, they did have enough wealth to afford to do so. Still, it'd been much, much cleaner and more expensive than where she currently stood. And, in contrast, very sterile-- both scientifically and emotionally.
She finished her post-training shower and toweled down, slipping back into her business clothes. Tonight had been the strangest sparring partner yet. She'd started with Nina Rabbit, gaining perspective of someone with a physical frame not dissimilar to her own. She'd progressed to some unexpected input from Jonathan Edwards, a bit of bonding over the fate of the Demolition Title had brought it up, and she'd gained some of the grit that came with the environment she was fighting in. Tonight? Tonight the new CEO herself, Angelica Ambrose, had volunteered to step in the ring with her. Unexpected as it was, despite the woman having a career in wrestling before she'd moved into a more business minded sphere, it'd given Eden the perspective of handling someone with a similar frame to Christy Winters coming after her.
A nod to Stephen Quinn as she stepped through the locker room doors, and he fell into step with her, escorting her back to her office. She didn't have many words with the former soldier, but she trusted him with her life on a daily basis. She'd also trusted that he wouldn't peek in on her in the shower. He didn't seem the type to disgrace a lady. Whatever of a lady's dignity was left to her, at least, which would probably be taking quite a knock in the wrestling match she was now scheduled to compete in.
But when she'd been standing in that ring and Ace had thrown the challenge out there? She'd gone over that moment a million times, second-guessing the decision she'd made on the spot. She could've talked around it, admitted that she wasn't a professional fighter. Put out the point that she'd selected someone to fight in her stead when Jacob Knight had issued his challenge over control of Sanatorium right at the beginning of her administration of this place. And when it came right down to it, averting the conflict would've been a blow to her pride, but that wasn't why she'd stuck her ground-- she was cerebral enough to know that the match itself would be a bigger blow to whatever ego she was harboring. It was some little, wriggly, vibrantly alive part of herself that most would never guess was in there down deep? Had wanted to know the experience of the people she was in charge of day in and day out.
It was that same little part of her that had known as a young woman that there was more out there than the austerity of her childhood and family, and that she could be more if she was willing to form herself into such. The books that lined her office bookcases were a testament to such, as was the little indulgence of the personal fragrance she pulled out of a desk drawer and put on. And after finding the tools to broaden herself, and making a good deal of progress, had turned to psychiatry as a profession-- to help others.
But when your internship landed you in a facility full of chaos where very few if any wanted that help? Sometimes all that was left was to make sure the trains ran on time. The morbid, bitter humor in the Mussolini analogy aside... well... when she was talked into something that felt wrong, or her attention slackened? Bad things did tend to happen. Doctor Sly had convinced her that the Ancient Way deathmatch wouldn't be so bad-- unlike the Taipei deathmatch, honey wasn't as strong an adhesive, so the glass cuts would only be more surface level, right? Well, Sin Draven was now on medical leave indefinitely and maimed for life in testament to how wrong that had gone. Her attention had been torn by her personal life when V had managed to not only somehow conceal himself under the ring, but smuggle a battering ram into the arena. Gabe Reno was now lucky to still be alive. His ribcage was shattered in multiple places causing a complication called "flail chest"-- the jagged edges of his ribs had been in the process of slicing his lungs to confetti under the power of his own breathing reflex when surgical intervention saved his life.
Perhaps, in a way, this match was as much self-flagellation as it was anything?
Perhaps, but she was bound to do it anyway.
She sank down on the leather office couch, feeling all the bumps and bruises collected from attempting to learn what she could in a limited time. She'd slept here so many nights. This horrific, lurid place had somehow become home. And she was about to become even more embedded in it very soon.
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