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Post by Eden on Nov 15, 2020 6:46:29 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENAAvalon, CaliforniaThe Dominion ArenaROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, November 20th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, November 21st, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, November 21st, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor 1000 to 2000 words
SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US) Semi-Main:Triple ThreatEach team listed picks one entrant for this match, all others barred from ringside. Whoever wins? Their team gets the final entry in a giant Tag Team Chamber Match at Shogun!Tiger Towers Shinigami Foundation Beauty & the Beast
PLEASE MAKE YOUR TEAM'S SELECTION CLEAR IN YOUR PROMO!
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Post by thebeast on Nov 20, 2020 18:25:10 GMT -5
The Marvelous One stands with his arms folded in his dressing watching as Renee Joanne delivers the Caribbean Freebird to Becca Wildeline and pins her in the middle of the ring adding yet another loss to the record of Wildeline. The Mecca of Manhood shuts the TV off and shakes his head in disappointment.
Becca sucks, what a waste of time, effort, and most importantly money.
TM1 clearly looks disgusted as he grabs his boots and begins to pull them on in preparation for his match later in the night. As 3M finishes lacing up his boots Wildeline walks in looking sweaty, tired, and disappointed. Without looking up from his laces Mason says, “get out”
What?
Get out of my sight, I don’t want to see you the rest of the night.
Are ya serious?
The Modern-Day Titan looks up as he finishes tucking his laces into his boot. His face is clearly serious and clearly angry.
Very. I don’t want you in this locker room, I don’t want to see you at my gym, and quite frankly I don’t know if I ever want to see you again.
But… but da deal.
Mason shoots to his feet, his eyes burning with anger and his voice booming.
OUR DEAL! The deal was you win Shogun and you hand the title over to me and I give you what I promised. You have delivered two things, disappointment and jack-shit else.
The Beast and the Marvelous One engage in an intense staredown, neither side moves a muscle or blinks.
Go ahead, make your move, and lose it all.
Wildeline takes a step back and the Big Natty Daddy smirks.
That’s what I thought.
Wildeline grabs her bags and heads for the door of the dressing room. As her hand touches the doorknob TM1 throws one more jab.
Also, I better not catch you snooping around Allister or I’ll cancel the contract.
Wildeline says nothing but gives a look of death over her shoulder at Mason. Mason crosses his arms and glares back at Wildeline. She turns her gaze away, jerking the door open and heading out.
Such a waste.
Fast forward a few days and The Marvelous One sits in the office of his main gym in Boca. The wall of the office is lined with trophies, medals, plaques, and magazine covers from various endeavors that he has ventured into. Football, bodybuilding, professional wrestling, small business awards, and even an award for Man of the Year.
OH… MY… GOD… This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen on the internet. I’ve seen two girls one cup, I’ve seen Tess Holiday’s Cosmo, but this… this is truly the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.
What it be?
Demetrius Lane is ranked third on the contenders' list, I mean what in the actual fu….
Then TM1 realized who he was talking to in mid-sentence. There in his doorway is The Beast, she looks to be on a mission with a look of determination in her eyes. Mason pulls his blue light glasses off because his eyesight is marvelous and he plans on keeping it that way. Mason sighs and leans back in his chair a bit.
I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you again.
Wildeline steps from the doorway into the office. She leans forward holding onto the back of the guest chair, her fingers dig deep into the upholstery as she clinches it tight.
Ya did, but if ya ain’t realized I’m not one ta just give up. Ya… well, Allister is haven somethin I be wanten, and I’m not just gonna to roll over and die and give it up.
Mason scoffs.
Seems like you rolled over and died plenty in the Shogun tournament.
Wildeline stands from her slouched position, and her hands move to her hips. Mason can tell that his statement upset her, which causes him to smirk.
I want another chance.
And people in Hell want ice water, Becca.
Ya seen da next card?
Mason shakes his head in disappointment, finding this to be a waste of his time. Mason sighs and slowly stands up.
Of course, I did, I figure I’ll just represent myself and win the tag team titles myself.
Ya really think ya gonna do dat?
Mason crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head in disappointment at Becca.
You see Becca, that right there is what separates you and me, and what truly separates me from everyone else. I know in my heart and believe with all my soul that I am not only the best wrestler to ever step into a ring, but also the best athlete to ever grace the face of this planet. I’m not cocky, I am confident. I know I’m the best to ever do it, and it is up to everyone else to prove me wrong.
You have no confidence in yourself, you simply don’t have the championship mindset. A winner wants the ball when the chips are down, a winner wants the pressure on them, and they want the spotlight on them. You… you just weren’t built for this Becca. I can’t depend on you to be my partner, because I can’t trust you to not crumble under pressure.
Mason sits down in his chair and places his blue light glasses on turning his attention back to the computer screen. Meanwhile, Becca stands in silent rage. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she fields an odd mix of anger and sadness.
Gimmie one mo shot. I gotta prove to ya, to da Dubya Dubya Hach, and ta ma self dat I can do it.
Mason ignores her request and sits in silence clicking away at his mouse. Becca’s sadness fades and her anger takes over. Becca steps forward slamming her fist on the desktop. The loud thud of the impact and the rumble of the desk snaps Mason to attention.
Ya gonna give me dat opportunity, or am I gonna have ta take it?
Mason gives an evil smile. Mason rolls his chair back from his desk and leans back in it, crossing his leg.
Ok, one last shot. BUT… if you lose this time we are done. Deal?
I ain’t gonna lose.
Good, because if you do all ties are severed. No more sponsorship from my companies, no more free access to the gym, I get your WWH contract torn up and you leave the sport of wrestling altogether, understood?
Becca says nothing, she stands up straight and simply shakes her head up and down.
And, I cancel the contract with Allister.
Shock comes over Becca’s face, and Mason can read it like a book.
You’re confident you’ll win right? Because if you are, this shouldn’t be a problem.
“This son of a bitch” Becca thinks.
She looks at his cocky smirk and wants to smack it off his face, but she knows she can’t, and she knows that he knows that she can’t. What other choice did she have though?
Deal.
Mason stands and extends his hand. Becca grabs his hand and squeezes it as hard as she can. Mason winces just a bit and is clearly in pain. Wildeline releases his hand and heads out of the office without a word.
Kay koule twonpe solèy, men li pa twonpe lapli. A leaky roof tricks the sun, but it doesn’t deceive da rain. Ya can play da part ya whole life, but never truly be da real thing. I done been wondering if I be playen a beast or I really be da beast. In da weight room, I dominate women and men, in da ring doe, I done fallen time and time again. Now I got me own self wonderen if I really be da beast, or if I be somethen else entirely. I do know one thing for sure doe, I gotta get the dub dis time out. I fall short and I lose everything. I ain’t being dramatic, I mean everything.
Mason done got me under wraps, and done got his hooks in ma personal life, and I gotta prove maself to um ta keep deep dem hooks from being ripped out, and me left bleeden out. People been wonderen for a long time now why I be listening ta Mason, truth is it run deep, deeper dan I am willing ta or allowed ta admit. Truth is, it don matter what any one be thinken, it only matter ta me and ta Mason.
Truth is, I got ma head wrapped around it and I be wrappen ma head round dis being the biggest match oh my life. It be do or die for me, and I don said before I ain’t rollen ova and dying. I don’t care if it be a Tiger or it be a Shingami, I’ma do what I been doing, and dat is be a beast. But, dis time, I’ma do it better den I done ever did. I got mo to fight for dan I done ever did in ma life. Ma career be on da line, ma… we, just say somethen more important to ma than a career be on da line too.
I got everything to lose in dis one, but there be a lot fo me to gain. I get me and Mason to da tag team chamber match, he gonna do what he been promisen ta do. Dis gonna give me what I been after ta whole time I been followen his lead, and it gonna give me ma freedom from him. Dis isn’t just a match to get me and him to da chamer, it’s a fight for ma freedom. I won’t be letten some little kitty cat or someone cosplayen as a Yakuza keep me from ma freedom.
Freedom be real important ta me, it be real important ta ma people, and ta our heritage. We was repressed once, but we answered wit violence and bloodshed. Ma country, we was slaves to da Frenchmen but then we rose up and we fought back. Thirteen long and bloody years ma people fought for da freedom and after them thirteen long years we was the only slaving uprising in history dat led to da founding of a county that be both free from slavery and not ruled by dem that used to have us in chains.
Us Hattians don’t take kindly to being under the boot oh someone else, and I been under da boot oh old Mike Mason for far too long. I’d be willen ta handle him myself, but he hold da keys ta somethen dat has ma heart, so I gotta get ma freedom through other means. Them means is getting us to Shogun and getten us in a spot to win dem titles. I get us dat spot, and I get what he done been holden over me, and den I get my freedom. So dis match at Dystopia be da Beast revolution, it be ma uprising. Ya Tigers and ya Shinigami be playen da part of da French. Dis uprising, dis war, it’ll get bloody and it’ll get violent, but I done gone and tell ya right now it won’t take me na thirteen years to beat ya boys. I not be the women amongst men in dis match, na blood, I be da beast amongst men. Dis beast hungry, and dis beast is gonna eat y’all alive.
I’m ready to get it done and over wit, and at Dystopia everything gonna come to a head. I either get us in da spot where Mason fulfills his bargain, or I be outta a job and shit outta luck. Either way I be leaven Dystopia a free woman. I know which way I prefer ta leave wit me freedom though, and I know, I ain’t gonna let none ya stand in ma way.
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