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Post by Eden on Jan 15, 2021 23:00:54 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASyrene, California The Elysium Arena
ROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, January 22nd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, January 23rd, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, January 23rd, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Match Four: Jacoby Spencer versus David Morgan Morgan engaged in a tough match with Carnes, and now he faces a man that has kinda been forgotten about in Jacoby Spencer. Spencer is incredibly talented but has just always seemed to be a step behind the top tier talent. Does Morgan right the wrongs, or does Spencer show the rest of the roster he is legit and not to be taken lightly?
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Post by Jacoby Spencer on Jan 21, 2021 23:51:09 GMT -5
{●REC} New brand for the company… Trainin’ newbs??? Oh it’s time to Fight… FINALLY!!! So I got an invite to come down to a new facility that was erected for the Dubba Dubba Hssshhhhh. Found out it was a trainin’ facility for this new little brand by the name of Isle. Had a lil chit chat with good ol’ Gary Black. It seems I am gonna be trainin’ some of the newbs as they come in for, Isle. Cool. As I come out, look who is sittin’ out there waitin’. The typical fanboys with the Dubba Dubba Hssshhhh camera. They come a runnin’ up all excited. Is it ‘cause they saw me? They come to an ass grindin’ right in front of me. Da dude handlin’ the sound shit huffs and puffs and says with all kinds of excitement.“Jacoby. Jacoby.”“What douchey? I’m right here. Take a deep breath kid.”He does a couple of quick breaths before inhaling deeply and exhaling.“Jacoby. Did you know that you have a match coming up this weekend for Dystopia?”The question shocked me. I had no fuckin’ clue. Shit maybe I should check my email a little more.“Actually douchey, I did not. Holy shitpickles. I haven’t had a fight in what seems like forever.”“Yeah we checked on that and you haven’t had a match since September and you took on three others with Matthews and Pandora Barrett. The three you took on were Jakob Striker, Uri Minami, and Mercedes Vargas.”“Yeah, I believe we kicked ass that night too. Holy shit are they still in da company though? I know Meowtthews is, but are da others.”“Yes you did. To be honest Jacoby, I do not know that info. If I were to guess, I do believe Striker is. Vargas isn’t anymore, at least hasn’t been for awhile.”“Interestin’. I know. Didn’t need yar input there douchey. I’ve been doin’ so much daddy shit and buildin’ my new gym up in Philly since then and before then even. Is Noah still in charge?”Douchey just nods.“I might have ta have a chit chat wit him before I leave to go back home. So you waited all dat time out here wantin’ to chat wit me ‘bout dis fight. So go ahead douchey.”He trembles a little like he wasn’t expectin’ me ta say dat. I cross my arms ova my chest and stare.“Alright. Well you are taking on a new person by the name of David Morgan.”As he says the name, I quickly pull out my phone and go to da company website and find dis fool.“Yeah. And?”He straightens.“Well the fans and the company want to know what your thoughts are about this upcoming fight.”I skim through his profile on the website before returnin’ my gaze to da camera.“Aight douchey, ya’re no longer needed. So try not ta interfere wit my chit chat wit yar mouth breathin’”He nods awkwardly.“Aight. I will watch his debut fight dat happened at da super show Shogun, shit I need to enter dat shit one o these years if I renew my contract. Anotha subject and story fo anotha time and place.”I slide my hands into my pockets after combing my hair back.“So Mista Morgan. Da Brazen Bull. Dave. Ya mind if I call ya Dave? Well whetha ya care or not, ya’re Dave or Bullshit. Eitha way. Yar thoughts and opinions on da matter mean nothin’. Look I ain’t gonna stand here and suga coat shit. Ya look like a dude dat washed up on the shore of the south beach of Miami Florida. Ya gonna party dude? Not afta I squeeze da life outta ya on Dystopia. I am not quite sure how long ya been in dis game Bullshit, but I can tell ya I’ve been in dis game for a bit. Hell I got tricked inta goin’ inta da nuthut when I first signed with dis company. Guess what Davey, I kicked some ass and took some names there. Held gold strap after gold strap. Now admittedly, since walkin’ out and comin’ up on da big show, I haven’t done all dat great. I did hold dat International strap for a bit. Congrats to Steph on holdin’ dat strap. Kudos ta ya. Aight back ta Bullshit Davey here. Ya came inta Dubba Dubba Hssshhh and mad yar debut on da biggest super show of da company. Dat’s some pressure man. Like I said, I’ll check out da fight before we go toe ta toe on Sunday. I did hear through da grapevine. Shit, nah, I didn’t hear shit, I saw da results as I was lookin’ up yar lil profile, ya won. Congrats buddy boy. Ya beat anotha botard makin’ his debut and he seemed to have crumbled under da pressure. Now I haven’t done did dis fight thang for a bit. Dat don’t mean I haven’t been trainin’ and keepin’ myself in shape and ready ta fight, although there for awhile, I didn’t think I was gonna fight anymore.”I take a quick pause as I smile and roll my eyes. Smilin’ at da camera now.“I am a big leap in competition Davey boy. I am no slouch. I ain’t gonna lay down and let ya get anotha win and use my name to leapfrog up ta da heights I plan on gettin’ to. Hell consider dis my return and I ain’t gonna be sittin’ back anymore. Now. Now. I understand some of y’all out there in television land might be wonderin’ ‘bout da beautiful woman and lil lady back home. They are great and super supportive of me doin’ dis, whether I keep on fightin’ for championships or train da newbs comin’ in and get them ta title fame. Did ya do yar research Bullshit? Did ya know dat I gots a beautiful, sexy MILF fiance back home? Also I’m a daddy. Yep, my daughter is just under seven months old now and I have been spendin’ every possible second wit her since she came inta dis world. Now ya ready fo me ta turn my focus on makin’ ya cry out fo ya momma? I bet ya won’t once I do it. I’m a fighter Davey boy. I’m not dis wrestlin’ guy dat ya’re probably used ta takin’ on. I grind and work. I get knocked down and get right back up. Ask Cedrone. He knows what I’m capable of. Hell I’ll give ya a whole list of people I have fought and pushed ta there limits or more. Now from yar lil profile it said somethin’ along da lines of ya bein’ a brawler. Dat’s fuckin’ perfect Bullshit Dave. Dat plays right inta my game. Ya might wanna rethink yar lil strategy when ya fight me. Look I can stand here all day and night lookin’ ova da film of yar one and only fight in dis company. Break it down move my move. But dat ain’t excitin’ fo da folks at home and I am not ‘bout borin’ da shit outta them. I’ll leave dat ta ya.”I pause again and see a couple o twigs layin’ on da ground and I bend down and grab em.“Aight Bullshit Davey, here is an entertainin’ promo. I know da lead up was a bit borin’ and long winded. Forgive me folks, it’s been a minute. Now Davey, check dis. Here is an impromptu representation of us. These twigs. Yar da one wit da mossy shit on it. Mine is da more defined one. Now here we are flyin’ through da air on Dystopia. Goin’ toe to toe. Instead o it bein’ called da freak show, we will call it da Twig Show. I know, too fuckin’ easy. Give me a brake, yes I mean da type o brake ya use on cars and trucks. Stolen from a construction sign I saw on my way here. Anyway. Back ta dis lil demonstration o how dis fight will go.”I take dis moment ta have da mossy twig come at da twig representin’ me. Smashin’ em inta each otha for a quick moment and my twig twists and breaks da Davey twig.“See. Now fo those dat have no fuckin’ clue what just happened. Allow me ta explain. What we had happen here was Bullshit Davey boy here.”I raise da broken twig.“Came at me full steam.”I then raise my representation twig.“He got a lil upper hand on me, but then he left an openin’, although small and minute ta those who are amateurs ta dis game, I found it. Takin’ him for a lil ride on da lower part o da air ring we got here. Although Davey boy tried ta backtrack outta it, he couldn’t escape the infamous Eye Poppin’ submission I got in my arsenal. Da signature if ya will of dis New York Jackass’ reputrua and guess what it’ll come outta nowhere too buddy boy. I can lock dat thang in from anywhere at any moment. Look Bullshit Davey boy, ya got a win in yar debut, but ya ain’t gonna have a chance in dis one. I’m sorry dat ya had ta take me on in your second battle in dis company. I’ll use ya as an example ta those at da top o da ladder dat I ain’t someone ta scoff at or look past. I’m gonna be ‘round if da company wants me ta be. I ain’t washed up y’all. I ain’t da steppin’ stone fo these newbs comin’ inta. Dis is my territory and lil Bullshit Davey boy will unfortunately be da example. We are done here douchey. Send dis ta da streamin’ folks or whateva. I gotta get some shit done. Peace out ladies and gents, see y’all Sunday night. And Bullshit Davey boy I hope ya gots them big boy panties ready. If not I’ll go ahead and bring ya a pair.”I shoot up my index and middle fingers for da peace sign and walk off toward my rental car ta head back home for a couple of days before headin’ ta Syrene Cali fo dis return fight.
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Post by David Morgan on Jan 22, 2021 23:52:36 GMT -5
The camera opens abruptly on David sitting with a look of mild exhaustion as he adjusts the camera and smiles at it, leaning back to sit down.Dressed in colors of the Seattle Seahawks, he wore a pair of athletic running shorts and battered seahawks jersey as his sweat soaked top, with a ruffled but resilient sweat band on his head to top off the awkward outfit, he sighed again waved his arms animatedly. Reaching up wordlessly he pulled the battered looking sweatband off of his head and cleared his throat, muttering to himself as he kicked off his shoes off camera and idly glanced at the camera as he quietly swears to himself.
“Sor.. R… rrr, Sorry guys, Hold on…”
David states shifting in his office chair for several moments before smiling once more at the camera and brushing his stray blond locks out of his face before continuing.
“So. Apparently we had a flare up with the whole rona thing. Better safe than sorry, Molly says I need to do a promo if I want to get this started right. Um…. Sorry if I ramble, it’s the uh, the uh, My… my first time on camera in quite a while honestly, more used to…. Well, not this.”
David explains in his most naturally congenial tone. As he paused in the end he looked at the wall to the right of the camera’s view for several moments before he continued at least briefly.
“So Sherriff, everything alright so far?”
came a quiet soft voice in interruption. After apparently quietly reassuring it’s source David returned his focus once again to his recording as he took a visible deep breath and sighed.
“Okay so, proper manners first, cause Papa did raise a fool… Well, for those of you that don’t know me, which…My name, is...”
David tried to explain, before he cut his talking short and leapt out toward the side of the viewfinder he had been looking at moments prior as he spoke aloud for the sake of the camera. The sound of soft wood cracking several containers possibly falling quickly to the carpeted floor. More swearing escaped David as he camera roughly jostled, and David swore a second time before coming into partial view though in extreme close up, he fiddled with something near the camera for several moments more before leaning back to sit with a sigh of relief.
“Okay, again sorry y’all. Just saw a thing fallin an tried to stop it… But it ***ed everything up… But Back to you all. My name is David, not sure if that got through or not. Okay, Ummm, I am a divorced former collegiate wrestler and football player, kinda… at least with the football part um. Huh”
He explained. His tone showed his distraction better than the consistent lack of eye contact with his camera. He finished speaking abruptly with a nostalgic sigh as he turned his attention rapidly between something in his lap out of view and the camera itself. The creeping signs of a smile growing over his lips as he shifted his focus until he was finally grinning quite openly to his observing fans.
“Not gonna keep apologizing but, I am a little distracted if you couldn’t tell.Ya see, the thing…”
David stated, pausing to hold up the mystery object in his lap within open view of the camera, allowing it to come into view before continuing.
“The Thing that fell a minute ago. Was one of my high school wrestling trophies. I guess I must have been reminiscing the other night after I got back in. Hahahaha. Well if you… Hold on…”
Another pause and another moment’s passing and David put the trophy on the surface behind the camera. The Blue and Green of his jersey top smothering the view of his movements otherwise. When he had pulled away and into view; when focus had returned he held six like new trophies of varying but similar shapes and sizes. The broad smile still played across his face as he thumped down audibly into his office chair and rolled himself closer once more.
“Okay so I have to ask Lisa if she was trying to relocate my trophies or if I maybe need to cut back some on my deep thinking while drinking during this whole thing goin on… You know, that C word that is not exclusive to the ladies in your life, hahaha…. But yeah, Lisa’s giving me the sign that means I am ramblin, so. Like I was saying. I am a divorced, collegiate professional wrestler, ex collegiate halfback and ex independent wrestler. Now hopefully less indie and more pro. Third time a charm they say right?”
David shrugs as another softly muted voice from offscreen cuts through.
“And...newly RE - Married, Aren’t you David?”
Chided the voice simply bringing a flush to David’s cheeks as he looked at the camera and nodded emphatically. Giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts though never letting his smile fade or break as he did.
“Yes I am, to Ms. Lisa Jovanovski. Who is deciding tonight to be camera shy. Don’t worry though I will get her on one soon for you guys. Lets do it the YouTube way huh? You get this video we’ll say twenty five hundred upvotes or winks or whatever, and I will do another video just to cover her and I… Okay?”
David playfully grabbed for his off camera wife for several moments before he could be seen backing once more into his office chair and laughing as he returned, as Lisa slapped him and his arms back with her own half hearted slaps and snickers. Once back into his seat he chuckled anew and seemed to focus on Lisa for a moment as quiet garbled words were heard and David simply smiled happily and nodded before turning to face the camera in full once more.
“Okay so apparently since Lisa has faith in the WWH fanbase, I am supposed to save all that biopic information ‘fer when we make that video instead, so now I guess it’s match talk time, right? Like any professional, I have nothing but respect for the jobs my opponents do, nothing for their brand’s but respect either, okay, I am a professional. In that ring, it is my specified job to break down anyone they send me after or after me, once we get the bell, your life is hell, be sure of…. Be sure of that. An’ unlike this, uh…. This situ - ation, oh,”
David explained as quickly and clearly as he could manage, at one point pausing mid word in order to make some kind of strike in an unseen tussle of feet based on how his chair slid to one side of the camera view. As David dragged himself back front and center of the camera once more he continued to explain he eyes now doing their best to solidly focus on the camera itself.
“Well, where was I? Oh, okay yeah…. uh unlike this situation here at home, I am not being distracted. No no no, I will not… You see, I have what my dad called an ironclad compass, and just like he said as well, It has gotten me into more than a fair number of troublesome situations…. He likened it to My moral drives leading my head like a teen boy and that misleading guide dog in his pants… An unstoppable force meets immovable objects. You might call it....Just over and over and over... Well. Between you and me and the fence post. My first match was such a frustration for me, I actually am excited for my match coming up, I lucked out on this match….I mean my opponent from what I could find is just coming back in like myself... doesn’t have the most experience to speak of in the business, he’s on the younger side, and from everything I can see truly considers this work to be more of an art. I could be reaching on this point, but what I see I say and that’d be what it is I see ....”
Just as David is about to take a deep breath to continue on his no doubt complimentary deluge of dialogue regarding his opponent in the approaching match, a sharp whistle from the direction Lisa had been standing in snapped his attention away once more, whatever was said or done off screen would remain a mystery as David quickly nodded and shifted in his seat to seat himself more upright before he spoke.
“Okay that whistle means I ran over my intended time limit doing all this, so Jakob, Jacobi, however you say it. Be sure and bring iot at our match bud. I could use the chance to see if my workout is helping or not, and I’m hoping you can give me a match to do that… Consider it a fresh welcome home. Cause I hope I put up way more than just a good challenge, if I can bring it how I want to bring it I will be walking out with a win, you likely with assistance… Hahahha, only time will tell though. Okay guys and girls, That’s gonna be it for this edition of my rambling vodcast… Podjump… My video journal… Welcome to my life in WWH, Bulls.”
With that David chuckled awkwardly and reach to turn of the camera feed, cutting the image to black.
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