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Post by Penny & Jayce Idol on Oct 10, 2021 10:13:01 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENA Syrene, California The Elysium Arena
ROLEPLAY DEADLINES Friday, October 29th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, October 30th, 2021 at 5 AM (UK)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor [unless otherwise stated]
Match One: Word Limit: 1000 Dawn Brody vs Ashe Fame A match to showcase those who seek the spotlight here within WWH, but have yet to be given a chance to snatch that spotlight.
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Post by Ashe Fame on Oct 14, 2021 21:32:58 GMT -5
"Finding My Light"At first, there's a feminine grunt followed by a smacking sound. A moment later, a differently pitched grunt, though likely coming from the same person, followed by another smack. A third time, a grunt and a smack, as the visual remained dark.
"That's it, Ashe. You're doing great!"
Darren Swift is the first to appear on screen. He looks to be late 20's at the oldest, glasses to correct his eyesight, his hair neatly styled and gelled into place. He had his phone attached to his hand, like always. A moment later another grunt and smack sound, that apparently Darren himself watched as the camera caught his reaction.
"Perfect! That'll show Dawn come Dystopia!"
Darren was now giving the impression that he was watching Ashe during some sort of training regime. The common sight of the challenger landing punches on a hanging bag as they prepare for their match, comes to mind. However, as the shot widens, all we see is Ashe Fame looking at herself in a mirror, combing her hair.
"Ew. I swear some of these girls are so lucky, not having to care about the tangles in their hair because combing them out wouldn't make their hair any less ratty. Take Dawn Brody, she probably doesn't give a damn about her hair - and it shows!"
Ashe brings a hairbrush up into the shot, clutched in her right hand. She runs it through her hair roughly, causing the sound that could be heard previously.
"She probably revels in the fact that people view her as white trash."
She rolls her eyes, putting her hairbrush down on the counter in front of her. Still, her gaze doesn't leave her own reflection in the mirror.
"Still, Darren, I don't really know much about what she's like in the ring. Does she know her way around or is she going to trip over the ropes on her way in? These are the kind of points that would be useful, Darren? We can make fun of her all we want, but what kind of competitor am I getting in the ring with?"
Darren's cheeks turn rather flush, giving the impression that he's embarrassed by the statement. He begins feverishly clicking through his phone and steps forward towards Ashe, reaching out the phone.
"Well you see, I did manage to find that she's dating one of the Southern Comfort members that she manages, Adrian Steele..."
Presumably Ashe was being shown a number of pictures of Dawn and Adrian together. She didn't seem impressed, and barely looked down once.
"So what you're telling me is that she's like every other gal that let her heart lead her way in this business, instead of her brain. I asked for something I can use while in the ring with her, Darren, I'm not sure how information on her love life is going to help me there."
As Ashe started messing with her hair - this time with just her hands, Darren began frantically clicking through his phone once again. Looking for something, anything, that he could offer to Ashe.
"Honestly, Darren, this is my first match in this company, and you already not having any information for me is not a good look..."
Faster and faster he clicked, beads of sweat now forming and dripping down the frames of his glasses. His lens fogging slightly.
"I, uhm...Well, I..."
Darren fumbled with his phone, before dropping it with a loud few clacks upon the pavement. It was only then that Ashe stopped twirling her hair between her fingers and making sure it was exactly right. Darren quickly bent down, reaching out to grab his phone. However, Ashe had finally taken her gaze off herself and turned away from the mirror, bent down and got to Darren's phone first. They both stood back up.
"Darren, sweety, this isn't anything to get your briefs in a twist about."
"It's...it's not?"
"No, no. All this means is that Dawn is like me. The ink on her WWH contract is still relatively dry and she's found herself in her first match here. Not being able to find much on her doesn't mean we're at a disadvantage, it means we're on an even playing field. We may know little, but so does she."
She flipped Darren's phone so that it was right side up again, showing a few pictures of Dawn in her natural habitat.
"Dawn may be some rough and tumble girl that learned to wrestle by rounding up the pigs, and growing up as the only sister with eight male brothers, or something along those lines I'm sure - but how does she expect to handle technical wrestling? How does she expect to take hard strikes? I have a feeling that Miss Brody may have seen some days, but I don't think she's there yet. Not at the Ashe FAME level that WWH will be booking as at once the fandom can see what a STAR I really am."
Ashe clicked the button on the side of the phone, making the screen go dark. Next, she slid it into Darren's palm.
"Others may think this match is about two newcomers battling out to see which one will rise, but it's not. This match is about me finding my light. That's a term we use in the industry when you're stepping into the spotlight shining down onto one spot through the darkness. This Opening match? I'm only here for a short stay, but one thing is for certain, they WILL remember my name - it'll be the one blasted in lights. Ashe FAME!"
She posed in the mirror, back to looking at her own reflection. Ashe giggled. It was all in good fun, but she knew it wouldn't be that way for long.
"Now let's get out of here, Darren. We've got some work to do."
"Of course."
Darren nodded, his prior demeanor returning as he began clicking away on his phone. This is where our scene fades.
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Post by southerncomfort on Oct 27, 2021 15:12:29 GMT -5
The chill was palpable. Frost cutting right through to the bones of Dawn’s fingers despite being wrapped in heavy brown cattle rancher gloves. The air emanating from her breath may as well solidified before her person. But she paid no heed to the cold. Her heart was still fluttering a mile a minute with adrenaline. Her cheeks were flush with excitement. Her jaw slightly slacked in disbelief as she still processed the killing of her first black tailed buck. She leaned against the truck as the sun finally began to crest from beyond the horizon, but not yet over the trees. The sky above brightened slightly in a tinge of blue. Dispersing from the fog like he was making some grand cinematic entrance was none other than Stanislaus Theodore Fitzgerald. Dawn leaned against the truck as she watched her sexagenarian mentor carrying on his shoulders the prize she struck down. Despite his age making it so that he probably shouldn’t be hauling around a two-hundred pound Colombian on his lonesome...his good ol’ boy pride wouldn’t allow him to accept help from a woman. She didn’t allow herself to be indignant. She wasn’t the type to loudly profess how much of a strong independent woman she was to everyone within earshot. Actions spoke louder than words. Besides, her heart swooned with admiration for her surrogate father figure. He dropped the buck in the back of the extended cab and nearly lost his footing from the sudden shift in weight. But Brody was there to catch him. She could feel the rattling of his lungs as he let out a reassuring chuckle upon regaining his posture.
Mr. STF: Thank ye kindly ma’am. Ya did damn good this mornin’. Twenty two inch rack. Nearly unheard of. Probably a record. I’m damn proud of you.
Dawn’s eyes burned with the onset of tears forming from the praise of Mr. STF. She squeezed him tightly with one of those Christian side hugs. She nuzzled into his denim and fur jacket and beamed with pride.
Dawn Brody: Thanks papa, I bet Adrian’s gonna be real steamed we did so well today. Shoot even Uncle Pierce oughta be impressed!
Stan nodded his head as he loaded up the rest of the hunting equipment bags and rifles. He gave Dawn a knowing nod as they retreated back to camp from the comfort of their Chevy Colorado. Miss Brody was still grinning ear to ear beside herself from the thrill of the mornings hunt. Even Mr. Fitzgerald let out a bemused smile, noticing her candor.
Mr. STF: You’re a natural born hunter, Miss Brody. That’s good. Real good. I want you to remember this feeling of elation. Of accomplishment. Because our goal is to make sure you experience this feeling again. When you fight Ashe Fame at Dystopia.
Dawn’s expression glowers slightly from her cloud nine levels of high. It’s as if the mere mention of wrestling competition put her in an entirely different mode. The sweet and darling southern belle gives way to a cold, determined, ruthless bible belt bruiser. Her voice cracks and trembles as she responds to the implications of her mentors sudden shift in conversation.
Dawn Brody: Y-You want me to...kill Ashe Fame?
Stanislaus slaps the steering wheel and uproars with laughter so loud it actually hurts the ear drums of Brody. He rocks back and forth, thoroughly amused by the idea.
Mr. STF: Hah! Girl you are something else, let me tell you. Nah we aint gonna KILL nobody. Jeeesus Christ Miss Brody. But you’re gonna certainly gonna exercise the same state of mind as you did against the blacktail back there. I want you focused. Steady. Immovable. Ruthless and without mercy. Girls like an Ashe Fame will be like that buck. Fucking beautiful. Innocent. Blissfully unaware of the dangers you’re capable of. Almost too cute to shoot. Might make you feel real bad when you know that the brutality of your Southern Hospitality will be enough to put that poor girl in a coma. But I want you to pull that trigger. No remorse. No prisoners. I want you to figuratively, not literally, kill Ashe Fame.
Her bottom lip trembled. But not out of fear or doubt. She was...excited to feel this emotion again. This rush of adrenaline and accomplishment. Her chest breathed heavily as Dawn entered a minor form of zen tranquility, imagining the unconscious body of Ashe Fame laying helplessly below Dawn’s person as she obtained victory at any cost.
Dawn Brody: Heh...damn Mr. Fitz. This feels pretty intense. I...I kinda like the idea of just going out there and treating my opponent like a wild animal...No need to torture the poor thing. Doing just enough to win the game, no more no less. If you asked myself from a previous life I’d want to brutalize Ashe to send a message to every other woman on the Dystopian roster...but I see it now. If you mess around, you risk losing the prize...I never thought of it that way. This trip makes a whole lotta sense now, papa.
The Memphis territory legend nodded his head with a grin through gritting teeth. You could cut the vicious intent permeating this vehicle like a hot knife through butter. They had a job to do and they were going to do it well.
Mr. STF: Exactly, baby girl. Exactly. We’re fighting for more than just a simple singles match victory here. Your brothers in arms, Adrian & Pierce..are going toe to toe with the Wolves of Legion. Legion, the very target I WANT to have in your crosshairs. For that WWH World Women’s Championship. You beat Ashe Fame...you make it loud and clear to Legion that her next challenger is standing right there. That’s the Southern Comfort Way.
And with those inspiring words to his charge, they continued riding off towards the camp with the sun at their backs and the fog dispersing from their path.
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