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Post by Eden on Jun 23, 2020 3:48:10 GMT -5
Roleplay Deadlines: Friday, July 3rd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, July 4th, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)
24 Hour Deadlines, 1 Post Deadlines Thursday, July 2nd, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Friday, July 3rd, 2020 at 1 AM(UK)
Roleplay Limit 2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words
For tournament brackets updated as we progress, go here!
Semi-Main (Tournament): Deacon Thomas vs Christy Winters
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Post by Christy Winters on Jul 1, 2020 4:00:38 GMT -5
Inside the Sanatorium infirmary, Christy sits on the bed barely able to keep her eyes open.
Doctor: These tests are a way off from your last test, your heart rate and blood pressure are way up, are you doing well Ms. Winters?
Christy: Well I’m not sleeping much.
Doctor: Okay, tell me why you're not sleeping.
Christy: Well, it may have something to do with the fact that I’m being worked to the bone in the auto shop for twenty hours a day with practically no breaks except to eat and piss, I think I’ve fixed the rides of every politician, gangster, and drug dealer in this fucking city, they may as well just build me a cell in the auto shop at this point.
Doctor: Well you need to get more sleep.
Christy: Like I just said I don’t get the time.
The doctor turns away to write something in Christy’s file, Christy takes the time to smile and flirt with nurse Zoey.
Doctor: Well, Ms. Winters all I can tell you right now is to try and get more sleep, and you are free to go.
Christy: Alrighty.
Christy smiles and waves at Zoey as she leaves.
Doctor: I think she likes you.
Zoey smiles and goes back to her work.
Several hours later Christy is sitting on the couch of the prison psychologist, Dr. Fury.
Fury: The last time you were in my office we talked about your relationship with your family, and how that led you to do the things that have landed you inside these walls, and recently you had a visit from your sister, and from reports it didn’t go well.
Christy: No shit, I hate her guts, and she had the fucking nerve to ask me to share the Winters Family fortune with her, fuck her I hope she dies.
Fury: Those are harsh words Ms. Winters, should I arrange an appointment with the prison chaplain.
Christy is asleep on the couch.
A few taps on the stomach wakes her.
Fury: The guards will take you back to your cell.
Christy and the guards leave and a few minutes later she is returned to her cell, where she practically collapses on her bunk and falls asleep, Christy sound sleep is interrupted by a nightstick clanging on the bars.
Wake Up Winters
Christy sits up in her bunk.
Christy: The fuck can’t you just let someone sleep.
Guard: We could, but we won’t.
The cell door is opened and Christy stumbles out
Christy: Whatever you want can’t it wait until I’m more well-rested.
Guard: No.
Christy: Fine lets this over with so I can hopefully get some sleep.
The guard and Christy walk to the auto shop and enter, the clock on the wall says 4:40 a.m.
Guard: Okay so first Mr. Leoni’s niece needs her car fixed so she can go to the beach, and councilman Rogers' wife needs her car to go to her hair appointment.
Christy barely has the energy for strength to drag the heavy toolbox across the shop, first up is the Jag of Leoni's niece, which has a busted fuel pump, christy struggles through the entire job, fighting exhaustion, she manages to finish then has to drag the heavy toolbox across the shop again to fix the busted radiator on the councilman's wife’s car.
Christy: It’s fucking done, can I go back to my cell now.
One of the guards jabs Christy in the stomach with her nightstick causing Christy to slump over.
Guard: That was for your attitude.
The guards return Christy to her cell and again she collapses on her bunk
Christy is sitting across the table from Brittany.
Brittany: You look like shit.
Christy: Well aren’t you a ray of fucking sunshine today, you would look like shit if you were running on barely any sleep.
Brittany: Yeah, I know they've been working you very hard lately.
Christy: Yeah, and I’m still waiting for a meeting with the warden.
Brittany: Yeah, about that I was busy taking care of your outside affairs, and forget to speak to the warden about a meeting.
Christy; Probably for the best, bitch probably just sits in her office and does nothing anyway, but just for shits and giggles, you can try to set up a meeting.
Brittany: Okay I’ll make it my priority.
Christy:; Yeah it’s time the warden and I had a little chat, there are some things we need to discuss.
A guard opened the door.
Times up Winters.
Christy: Yeah and you're still an asshole.
As Christy is being let back to her cell she notices the warden looking down from her office, Christy stares in her direction Eden stares back then turns away from the window.
Christy: Yes Indeed warden, we’ll be getting to know each other real soon.
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Post by Christy Winters on Jul 2, 2020 2:06:05 GMT -5
Christy is sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. The auto shop is quiet and she takes a rare break, she locks her hands together then speaks.
we're all just prisoners here of our own devices, and the various crimes that have landed all of us between these walls are various, and we for the entertainment of the warden and the guards are made to fight each other.
I have fought with every ounce of vile and venom I have in my veins but have received no rewards as others have, but my time is here and now, the Asylum title tournament and tournament I intend to run through and earn to the opportunity to smack Nikki Caldwell's face in and become Asylum champion, but first I have to smash Deacon Thomas. Deacon do you I've forgotten a certain tag team match awhile back, and match where you were pinned and we lost, I haven't forgotten Deacon, and July fifth I'm coming to collect my receipt, you will be the first of many I run-through to get to the finals, Deacon, I never was any to get what I wanted in life, but I want the Asylum title and I stoop to any level I have to achieve that and sending you to the morgue, sounds nice.
Deacon my dead scumbag father used to say Look your enemy in the eye, while you're stabbing him in the guts, good advice, Deacon, and in the words of Socrates death may be the greatest of all human blessings, and July fifth it will truly be your blessing.
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Post by Deacon Thomas on Jul 3, 2020 20:06:30 GMT -5
The image on screen comes into focus. Like a perfect painting, filling the screen. The dingy gray wall, the back of a chair it seems. Then the camera moves, moves up slightly revealing that it is in fact a wooden chair with a destroyed cushion. “Hey babe, ya wanna hope on in here and see if I gots dis framin’ right?”The southern twang of none other than Deacon Thomas echoes throughout the space. A moment passes and the beautiful and radiant Dash enters the frame and sits down onto the destroyed cushion chair. He smile a little wide as she looks up into the camera. “Perfection baby. Thank ya. Oh by da way, you’re absolutely stunnin’.”The camera comes to a rest, sitting just above the chair, almost looking down at a forty five degree angle. After it fully rests, Deacon himself enters. His tee shirt a little torn with some yellowish sweat stains. He rubs his head with his right hand as he twists the chair around and sits on it in reverse. Dash re enters the frame and leans upon Deacon’s shoulders. He smiles reaching up with his right hand and strokes her cheek. His eyes return to the camera. “Aight. So we gots dis grand ole tournament thang goin’ on in the nuthouse. Well at least dat’s what I was told ‘bout a week ago. Ain’t dat right beautiful.”He peers up at Dash with a grin. She kisses his cheek and gently nods. “Sweet. Not only do I get ta fight again. Which seems like ages ago when I fought last. But I get a chance ta make it through all that sits in front o me and win da big title strap of dis place. It’s called da, um, uh.”“Asylum Title my sweet.”She spoke softly into his ear. “Ah yea, dat’s right. Da Asylum title. The big one o da nuthouse. I’m still kinda confused as ta why exactly I’m still here, but dat’s a different story for a different time.”He rubs his beard some along his chin. “My foe dis week is a chicka dat can’t get ova da fact dat she lost to anotha chicka wit a lil bit a help. Look on da bright side, ya lost wit me as yar partna too. Yea, I was da one dat took da pin, but ya really didn’t do much ta help da situation.”Deacon shakes his head with a crooked grin. “Miss Winters. My friend. Ya gonna take anotha loss, but it will ta me dis time. And I ain’t gonna need help to send ya packin’ girlie. I have been down dis lil road before. Ya know back when there was a casino thang. Dat brand, I think it was called Threshold or somethin’ like dat. Then afta it shut down or got raided, I was knocked out and drug here. Dat is anotha thang dat I don’t need ta chat ‘bout here. Nah. I’ve gotta tell dis Christy Winters chick how badly ya’re gonna lose. No matter how much fight ya gots chicka. It will fail against me. Not ‘cause I’m a guy and yar a chick. Nah. It’s ‘cause I’ve been goin’ nuts ova here wantin’ ta fight, needin’ a fight. And I gots one. I’m fuckin’ excited. I’m ready to take out all dis frustration and angst out on someone. Dat poor pitiful soul has ta be ya Miss Winters.”He pauses a moment and swings another look at Dash who smiles back. “I haven’t been outta here in so damn long. I wanna be able to go out and be in da city with my girl. So here we are, at a crossroads. I don’t wanna hurt ya. I don’t want ta make ya feel like a fool. Oh wait ya do dat on yar own. I’ll jus’ supa embarrass ya. We gonna fight dis Sunday and I’ll get a late celebration on dis country’s independence day. Even though dis country wasn’t really independent until lata on in dat year. I believe da year was like seventeen seventy six or somethin’ like dat. Shit. Here I am goin’ off topic again.”Once again pauses. He glances over to Dash and slowly gets to his feet. Kisses Dash and comes over to the camera. The screen is filled with just his face, some of his trap muscles. His smile crooked. “Look Christy, ya’re a fighta. Ya gots some skill, but ya let yarself get overcome wit emotion. Anger. Frustration. It’s almost like ya got a baby growin’ inside ya in a way. It’s like yar hormones are overtakin’ ya and ya can’t seem ta control em. Dat’s why ya ain’t goin’ nowhere in dis wide world o fightin’. I did a bit o recon on yar ass. Ya started off pretty great down in dis nuthouse. Successful fights. Then ya ran inta a bit o a roadblock. It was some kinda weird ass bathtub fight. Ya were almost done wit it, than ya got distracted by a someone who came inta help or just cause chaos. Ya let dat get in yar way and fell as a victim. But instead of usin’ dat as fuel for yar warrior heart. Ya’ve been actin’ like a victim. Ya can’t expect ta get anywhere in dis world actin’ like a victim.”His eyes look over to his left, where Dash is probably standing. He shoots her a wink with a little clicking of his tongue. “Aight Miss Winters, dis is where I do da normal, I’m better than ya at dis game. It’s true but I wanna do somethin’ different dis time.”He returns his gaze back to the camera, backing up some showing more of his upper body. “Look, ya and I are ‘bout ta battle. A possible shot at da Asylum strap ta da winner. Ya can say all dis ‘bout ya bein’ hungry and wantin’ dis really bad. I undastand da feelin’. I’ve been at da top o da game fo dis organization and past ones. But I’ve fallen short before. Dis will not be anotha time where I fall short. Nah lil missy, I am gonna get in dat rickety fuckin’ ring and put ya on blast. I’m gonna beat ya. I’ll do my best ta not totally embarrass yar ass, but if ya invite it, I will send ya packin’ while cryin’. Consider dis yar warnin’ chicka. Come and fight me, don’t play da victim. Don’t try and make me as an example ‘cause it will only backfire on ya. I am Deacon Thomas. Dat country boy swag is comin’ yar way.”He turns toward Dash with a smile. “What ya think babe? Did it come off wit power and aggression?”The scene suddenly pans out and shows both Deacon and Dash in the frame. She is smiling at him as he smiles at her. He takes a few steps closer to her. Maybe not really needing the reassurance he asked for a moment ago. ”I think you did very well Deacs. You want to say more?”Deacon reaches out and grasps a hold of her hand. He then gives her a soft kiss upon her lips. He then turns back to the camera that seems to be running on its own now. ”Aight, Christy, I’ve laid forth my warnin’ ta ya. Told ya to come fight, nothin’ more nothin’ less. Bring yar ‘A’ Game ta dat rickety ass crazy ring we’ve gotta fight in. Don’t be lookin’ ta shame me. Embarrass me, or what eva else comes ta dat bleached mind o yars. Ya do any o dat shit dat ain’t related ta us fightin’, it’s gonna turn on ya ten fold. I won’t hold anythin’ back. Nah. I’ll be comin’ at ya full speed, not just ta beat ya and advance in da tournament. I’ll be lookin’ ta make ya look worse than ya already do. Don’t take my kindness as a weakness chicka. I’m here ta fight and get da fuck up on outta here wit my beautiful blue eyes angel here.”He returns his attention back to Dash, they kiss each other once more, a little more passion in this one before they break the kiss. His attention is returning to the camera now. ”I want dat shine. I want dat glory. But I won’t hesitate ta put ya in a toilet and flush ya ta da sewers, where ya probably belong anyhow. Christy. Let’s just fight. Let’s do da petty bullshit. I’ll demolish ya in da ring, shake yar hand as they take ya off fo da therapy shit while I get freedom within the confines of dis pandemic. Last word ta ya Christy, don’t lose focus while yar grip be slippin’.”Deacon shoots a sarcastic wink and gun shot at the camera right before it goes black. Deacon then picks up Dash and carries her out of the room they were in and off down the hallway somewhere. Scene completely ends there.
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