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| The Brat Pack vs. Mason, Evans, Evermore & Rich; Grudge Match | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 09:07 PM (437 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Feb 15 2010, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Two for One Special Katie Steward, Robin Brooks, Katelyn Buehler & Kitty Buehler vs. Blake Mason, Jon Rich, Pat Evans & Axl Evermore Grudge Match IWC thread: http://z13.invisionfree.com/Independent_Ca...p?showtopic=877 2 RP limit per person **NOTE: Robin will be doing 1 RP & Hurse will be doing the other 1 & it will count as Robin's** Deadline: 6:59PM EST Saturday, February 27, 2010 |
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| randyworld | Feb 16 2010, 12:41 PM Post #2 |
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One of possibly two. This will appear here and the IWC fourm. == Five Years Ago: A fifteen year old Blake Mason can be seen in his midnight blue painted living room, sitting idly in front of his thirty two inch plasma screen television watching an unimportant commercial. As soon as the commercial comes to a close, Supreme Championship Wrestling fills his plasma screen. The woman he is captivated by will become a central figure in his life. That woman? Katie Steward. Katie’s controversial antics bring a warm smile to Blake’s face. Katie was the reason Blake tuned into Supreme Championship Wrestling every week. Is it that hard to believe? He was a 15 year old kid juiced on testosterone. Cassie Mason, his ten year old sister; saunters into the living room. She notices Blake’s sky blue eyes glued to Katie’s every in ring movement. A sinister smile creeps across her face. She runs out the living room, quickly returning with a picture of ice cold water. Ever slowly she tip toes behind her brother. Without the slightest hesitation she doses Mason with the icy cold liquid. Mason snaps out of his fantasy world. He screams like he had just gotten shot. Cassie doesn’t bother hiding how funny she believes Mason’s reaction to be. Mason ascends to his feet. He shots his mischievous sister a laser like gaze at his own sister. Blake: What the fuck was that for! It’s impossible for Cassie to speak. Her laughter has gotten the better of her. Blake isn’t amused one bit. He grabs her by the arm. Mason: That wasn’t nice, Cassie! Cassie: I did it for your own good. Mason: What the hell are you talking about? Cassie: I don’t understand why you sit there every week and watch that wrestle when you could be doing something more productive. Mason: Your words or our father’s words? Cassie: Tell me bro… what’s so special about her? Mason sighs. In his naivety he believes Cassie should already know the answer. Guess that proves how delusional Blake Mason was five years ago. He felt everyone should’ve understood why he devoted every Wednesday of his one true Goddess. Mason: She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, Cassie. The way she walks, the way she talks; the way she handles business. Shes everything I want in a woman and one day I’m going to marry her. Cassie: I hope not. Mason: It’ll happen. Cassie: Look. I know I’m only ten. I know I’m not supposed to know any better but Katie is not the woman you want to marry. Look at her. She seems totally selfish. Mason: That’s what everybody says. They are wrong about her. Katies an angel. I’ll prove it. Cassie: For your sake I hope you’re right. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Blake releases her arm. She innocently smirked at him before turning around and running off to her desired destination. Mason sighed. He knew he was rough on his sister. He could have handled the altercation in a mature manner. It didn’t happen. He returns his attention back to Supreme Championship Wrestling programming as the scene fades to black. Five years later. February 10th, 2010 A far cry from his comfortable suburban living room, Blake’s alone in darkened presidential suite somewhere in Denver, Colorado. He is lying down on his queen size bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. For the past ten days he has sheltered himself in complete solitude. He hasn’t spoken to anybody. Every telephone call he received went straight to voice mail. Mason hears a feint knocking outside his hotel room door. He doesn’t answer it. The knocking intensifies. He sighs. He ascends to his feet, walking ever so slowly towards the door. It’s his little sister Cassie. She doesn’t bother waiting for an invitation, she storms in. Blake flips the light switch to breathe much needed life into the room. She saunters over to the bed and takes a seat. Blake shuts the door behind him and joins her on the bed. Before Cassie can utter a word…. Blake says… Mason: I know. What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? Mason notices the warm smile spreading across Cassie’s angelic face. Mason: Go ahead. Tell me I told you so! Tell me you were right! Cassie’s warm ruby red lips grace Blake’s forehead. He’s taken aback by this. Not her show of affection, more so because he expected her to light into him, tell him “I told you so” and mock him like many in the wrestling world will be prone to do. Cassie: You’re not going to believe me but I admire you. You had the guts to chase your dreams. I wish I had the same determination. Mason: You’re a Mason. Of course you have the same drive. It’s in our blood. Cassie: I know Blakey. I know. Mason: So what do you wanna do? What do you wanna accomplish? Cassie: It’s not important. Mason: It’s important to me. Come on. What do you have your eye on? Cassie: Nows not the right time. Trust me. It can wait. Mason: Fine. Cassie: So what’s next? Mason chuckles. He knew exactly what to expect. As much as Blake would love to focus on becoming champion, he knew he had to take care of Katie Steward before he could fulfill his championship aspirations. Gazing into Cassie’s hazel brown eyes he says. Mason: Well Cass.. one thing for sure is that retribution is interwoven in the business so I expect Katie to come gunning for me. Not sure when it’ll happen but it will and when it comes… I’ll be ready for her. Cassie: Good. Kick her ass Blake. It’s been a long time coming. Mason: Kicking ass is that I do kid. It’s what I do. The scene fades to black with Mason hugging his little sister. ====================== [align=center] On this day I see clearly everything has come to life A bitter place and a broken dream And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind On this day its so real to me Everything has come to life Another chance to chase a dream Another chance to feel Chance to feel alive **Alter Bridge - Metalingus [/align] ===================== Supreme Championship Wrestling superstar Blake Mason wants to keep in touch with his ever growing fan base. To accomplish this, Blake has decided to make his match promo transcripts available not only to his opponents but to everyone in the wrestling world. In the first of many blogs; Blake Mason presents to you “The Blake Mason Files.” <name to be changed if needed> The Blake Mason Files: February 16h: "I've had one night stands, I've had earth shattering sex with twins. What can I say, the ladies can't get enough of Blake Mason. But I gotta tell you, its been my fantasy to have sex with four hot-smoking-jaw dropping women at the same time. However, at SCW-ICW 2 for 1 Special won’t be the fantasy I’ve been waiting my whole life for. Are the Brat Pack hot? Hell yeah. If you don’t want all four of’em comatose in your bedroom you’re insane. But the sad reality is they won’t be in mines. Maybe I have a chance with three of’em. One things for certain, Katie won’t be one’em." You think I wanted to turn my back on you? I didn’t. Five years ago, when I was 15 I started watching Supreme Championship Wrestling and before my eyes I laid eyes on the most beautiful woman in my life. You caught my eye. You took my breath away. I knew if I ever became a professional wrestler I’d have to come to SCW. And I did. My dream came true last year during the Taking Hold of the Flame pay per view. I didn’t stay long but I came back. I worked extra, extra hard to earn your attention. My dream was damn near close to coming true… or was it. But as I’ve come to learn Ms. Steward, fantasy and reality are two different things. And the reality is you’re a self consumed, egomaniacal narcissist who only gives a damn about herself. Didn’t matter what I did. Didn’t matter I tried helping you become the SCW World Champion. What I did it wasn’t enough for you. . I realized you weren’t the woman I envisioned you to be. In fact, when reality struck in I realized I despise people like you. People like you only give a damn about themselves. People like you don’t appreciate others. People like you use the blind devotion of others to their advantage. You had no remorse using me did you Katie? It’s a shame you led me down a boulevard of broken dreams, we could had it all. Look at me. Talking to you as if you were a decent human being. You're not Katie.. not right now anyway. I’m not a monster. I don’t wanna hurt you. I don’t want your blood on my hands. I don’t wanna hurt your crew but I have to. Your out for my blood. Your crew is out for my blood as well. I need to become the monster, I need to become the predator. It sounds cliché but there’s nothing like a woman scorned and since your girls have issues with my partners and I’m walking into battle with them, I need to prepare myself to sink as low as The Brat Pack to come out on top. You know I’ll do anything to come out on top. I’ve done it numerous times on your behalf. At 2 for 1... I’m doing this for me. I accept the future I wanted with you will never happen.My fairytale of walking down that aisle with you is as dead as your chances of ever becoming SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I’m gonna do what I should have done months ago. I'm taking back my manhood; I'm taking back my self respect; I'm taking my pride. I’m not your follower anymore Katie…I’m my own man. After Two for One you'll learn to respect me… perhaps for the first time in your miserable life. |
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| XdpK | Feb 16 2010, 02:21 PM Post #3 |
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Title; Forgiveness. Kitty Buehler rp 1 of likely 1 The following takes place after IWC riot! My body still aches from the beating I received at the hands of Johnny Kingdom. Johnny was out for revenge for Ethan costing him the IWC title. So being Ethan’s wife and the only person that Ethan actually cares about I was the natural target. Paris brings me a ice pack and I place it on my shoulder. Kingdom was out to hurt me out to cause serious injury. I don’t blame him after what Ethan’s Group the five star society has done to him. I learned to forgive even the worst of things during my time in the church. I learned that the only way to be at peace with oneself is to be able to forgive those sins done unto you. I learned to see things from the perspective of others. I could have fought back I should have fought back at least got a few hits in of my own. At least make Kingdom realize attacking one sister is one thing but the other I am fighter… Katelyn may not be but I am. I’ve been trained to do this I actually know how to wrestle but instead I’ve just been helping Katelyn and Robin. I move off the cold bench and move onto my knees. I remove my hand from my shoulder and pull off the gold necklace from around my neck and hold the gold cross in my hands Kitty; Paris… can you ask every one to leave me along for a few minutes I would like to pray. Paris; Pray? Are you serious. I look at paris with a very serious expression I know Paris means well but I also know that she doesn’t realize how close I hold god to my heart. Paris; Umm…ok… Paris leaves the room closing the door behind her. I move my hands together in prayer and then begin to pray. Kitty; Forgive me father for I know I have been party in many sins recently. I thought I could change Ethan I thought that I could make him a better man. I know for the things he’s done the wrong things he’s done that I may have deserved this punishment. But I don’t ask for your forgiveness my lord I ask you to forgive my husband Ethan for what he has done. And likely what he will do. I pray for my husbands soul he is the one I love with all of my heart and my soul. I dedicated myself to him and I will stay true to him always and forever. I know in the next few weeks Ethan will do some bad things in your eyes. I know that he will do things that will be considered a sin by you. I know he will seek revenge on What Johnny Kingdom did to me. I know this because at first when Johnny kingdom attacked me I saw it as an opportunity to seek out revenge on him for what he did to my sister Katelyn. Who I know has sinned many times I know she has done many terrible things but I ask you lord that you forgive her for all the wrongs she’s done. Katelyn has went on the wrong path many of times in her life I know. And I know that she has given into the sins of the flesh by father please do not take your wraith on her. Please god do not hurt my sister. do not allow her to get hurt or get into something that she may not underestimate the situation she may be planning on getting in. Deep down Katelyn is a good person. But she’s stubborn and she always wants to excel at everything she does. So that’s why she may cheat to win her matches why I have cheated on her behalf. I know father it was wrong but I had to help her you must know father I only help her out of my love for her and a desire to help Katelyn help herself. I will help her again Father at the 2 for 1 special. Katelyn and her Brat Pack friends. I pray you give me the strength to fight on for what is right. Even if it may seem wrong I know that helping Katelyn better herself in wrestling will help better her as a person as well. I take a breathe and glance at the door and around the room having a feeling some one was listening in on me. I turn my head away and return to my prayer. Kitty; I will always appreciate my Sister and Love her because when we were young she always watched out for me. When we were young girls and our mother had died after giving birth to us. She was my best fried and protector. Even in nursery school when a young boy stole a toy from me Katelyn would get that toy back for me. She would say no one is allowed to be mean to her sister. I will all cherish these memories knowing that When I was scared or afraid Katelyn was there for me. Katelyn she doesn’t perceive fear the same way most people do. She doesn’t like to be hurt of course but at the same time she is fear less. She will keep on fighting for what she wants until she gets it. She broke her ankle three times while she was in gymnastics. But she kept on going kept coming back from injury. Despite being only moments older then me she was always my hero. She was always the one I looked up to more then anyone else she was always the one person I could depend on. Father what she is going to do don’t allow her to be hurt please don’t let my sister Katelyn get hurt. I may fight dirty during my match at the 2 for 1 special I apologize for it in advance. Because I do fully intend to help my team defeat the men that intend to do us harm. But I’d like to ask you lord to forgive these men for they’re sins. Forgive them for they’re futile goal to defeat my sister and her friends….And her husband hurse…who impregnated her best friend…I know its very complicated father. But please forgive Pat Evans for his faulty desires of greatness. Of his false hopes to form an alliance with Jon Rich and for the horrible deeds he commited as a member of the conspiracy he may be an enemy of the Five star society but I myself hold no ill will towards him. Forgive me also if I accidentally break his jaw with an European uppercut. I hear a knock at the door. Porno Lad; Kitty you alright in there babe. Kitty; I’m fine Ethan just praying can you give me a few more moments please? Porno Lad; Sure thing babe but I want you to let this doctor check on your shoulder. Kitty; I’m fine Ethan it stings a little but I’ll be alright don’t worry. Porno Lad; Kitty…. My husband says in a stern tone I smile because I know he cares about me. And it makes me warm inside to know that I can get feelings like that from a man that most people doesn’t care about any one but himself. Kitty; Alright Hun I will. Now can I finish praying? Porno Lad; sure thing… I hear Ethan walk away and then I continue. Kitty: I’m sorry for the interruption father… I would also like you to forgive Axel Evermoore as he among others have said horrible things about my sister. And he truly thinks he is in the right for doing this. Please if any one is to be allowed to strike him down for his ignorance let it be me or my sister. Axel fights hard for what he believes in and it will be an honor to wrestle him… But I will do what I need to do to beat him. Then There’s Blake Mason he was stalking Katelyns friend Katie persueing her with thoughts of lust. And desires to do many sins to her. But like any man who doesn’t get what he wants he has decided to go against Katie thinking that being physically violent with her will allow him to get into her good graces…please my lord forgive him for his ignorance. I gritt my teeth thinking of the last person in this match Jon Rich. Kitty: Lastly there is Jon Rich…. A man my sister has tried to devote herself to. A man that Katelyn has done everything she could to try to get into his good graces. A man that has done nothing but spit in her face for all the good shes tried to do. I know my sister isn’t perfect. But does she need to be insulted the way Jon Rich continues to relentlessly insult her does she need to be continuously treated like garbage so Jon Rich can make himself feel better about how horrible a person he is. People Like Jon Rich disgust me not that he refused her I understand on some level why he did that. Katelyn isn’t the most pure woman in the world. But still she is trying so hard to get into this mans good graces and for what? To be insulted more to be called fat and then hardly eat for weeks losing twenty pounds because of this. Katelyn is a fragile soul and I know that she cant take Rejection so please god Let me be the one to beat Jon Rich let me make him pay for what he has done to my sister. Let me be the one to make him hurt more then he’s made her hurt. More then Johnny kingdom made me hurt… I want to make Jon Rich pay for what he’s done more then any one else. He thinks is against mere woman that he will just walk through he is wrong we are women on a mission. And my mission is to bring justice to my Jon Rich for what he has done to my sister… and for what I do to Jon Rich father I ask for your forgiveness. I ask you to forgive me for the pain I may cause him because I fully intend to make him pay for each and every harsh word he has uttered at Katelyn. I want him to know that he hurt a person that only wanted him to show her to the love she showed him. But instead he would give her none so In return I will show just as much mercy to Jon Rich as he showed my sister love…and please forgive me for that my lord. I do a hail mary. And stand back up rubbing my aching shoulder despite the pain I felt it I felt that I was on a mission a just mission to avenge my sister and to prove my self as a wrestler. -Fin- |
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| XdpK | Feb 18 2010, 11:09 AM Post #4 |
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ooc; this one features a familar guest star to you scw peeps Title; Revenge is a best served cold… Katelyn Buehler rp 1 It hurts I wont lie when I say that. My body feels broken… my heart hurts just as much jon Rich continues to speak hurtfully about me. And I will say now I don’t know what happened to jon one second he’s conscious the next he’s not. But really Jon’s a big boy he can handle himself. And I’ve tried to be a good girl long enough I’ve been hurt by jon enough without the slightest bit of interest shown to me. Or even an ounce of respect. I’m not going to give up I just know deep down inside he has feelings for me maybe they are just hiding beneath all this betrayal he has felt through out his life. I…I… You known you liked what happened to that goody goody Jon rich. You know he deserved it for all he’s said and all he’s done to us. You know he deserved to be beaten and beaten repeatedly.You think he wouldn’t have done the same thing for you. He treates shit he just wiped from his ass better then he treated you. You deserve venegence you deserve redemption we deserve redemption I didn’t want Jon on the 2 for 1 special well I wanted jon but I didn’t want to face him. I don’t want to face him I never did want to and I never will want to what I do want is that bastard Too Magificent I want to make that bastard pay for what he did on Riot. I want to taste that fuckers blood on my lips. I want to see him in the levels of pain he and his friends Simon Cagero and Johnny Kingdom. They beat me and BFG down. They ganged up on us like a pack of wolves I felt weak… I felt helpless. And the worst part is before That spineless fucking limp dicked bitch Too Pathetic decided to push around the referee. I had him beat. The fucking shit head was seconds away from being beaten and then he goes and pushes the ref. He does it at a time when he can whine and say “uhhh I didn’t care about winning all I cared about was beating you down.” Well Too Pathetic listen to me now… LISTEN YOU FUCKING PRICK! I am going to get you back for what you did. I am going to see to it that I personally crack that big hollow skull of yours and get the prize inside. Too Pathetic I want you to know that till I avenge what happened to me on Riot till I get that win I EARNED. I am focused on you. I am focused on making you bleed like the pig you are. I am focused on giving you the pain and agony you deserve. I want you to feel weak I want you to feel small. You giant cock sucking bastard you better want your fucking back because when your not watching when you least expect it I will be there. Too Pathetic I will be on your ass. I will be on you like butter and you wont have time to React Too magnificent you wont have time to squeal like a pig for Kingdom or Cagero to save you. No one is going to save you from this bitch here. Too Pathetic I am coming for you and the pain that’s transparent to me. The more blood the better as long as I get some of yours. As long as I see at the end of the night your in pain. You think you can make an example of me you fucking ASSHOLE! You think you can beat me down use weapons on me and I wont react you fucking idiot I am reacting now and I am calling for your blood I am screaming at the top of my lungs from the highest rooftop I will make you pay for what you’ve done to me. See the difference between you and Jon Rich is he is a good man…. He is worth fighting for…. You your trash you’re a hanger on. A groupie everything you got is because of Simon Cagero but you… I’ll get you… I’ll make you pay Too Magnificent. I am going to make you real sorry for what you have done. You bastard you don’t make me feel like that and just get away with it. You are going to regret the day that you thought it would be fun to gang up on a 90 pound girl 3 on 1. I am going to risk it all to make sure that that big dumb skull of your is gushing blood like a geyser. I want you to feel helpless I want you to feel weak and I swear you will Too Magnificent. No you need to focus on the Brat Pack match you need to focus on Rich. Remember all he’s done to you. Jon Hasn’t done anything to me its all Too Magnificent’s fault. I am going to make him pay I am going to make him bleed. I am going to get venegence for being made to feel so weak… Yes its all his fault. The pathetic loser is going to think Losing to Ethan in 4 seconds is nothing compared to what I do to him. This bitch is out for blood… No no We do need blood but not that morons we need Jon Rich’s blood he called us fat. He called us a whore. No one calls us a whore and gets away with it. We put up with his shit more then long enough. We need to be vengeance we need to show him what happens when you mess with a cold hearted bitch. We need to show Jon Rich that he is dealing with some one that can not only do things that would make him feel sooooo good. But things that will make him feel more pain then he has ever known he breaks our heart I say we break his neck. I say we teach him the taste of his own blood. Too magnificent made you feel helpless? What about rich what about his constant words you couldn’t even enjoy winning ten million dollars because of him we haven’t enjoyed anything in months because of him. No Too magnificent is the one… he must pay… He will pay… No Rich is the one he must pay…he will pay…. I walk into the bar my head is spinning I don’t know what I’m doing here but I heard that he would be hear… I see him sitting at a table in the corner. No not Rich not Too Magificent but Dillusion I hear from Katie he is a gun for hire… I hear that he also has a spot in the underground invitational… I hear that he will hurt people…. For a price a price I am willing to pay. I walk up to the table wearing a tight tank top that has the logo for the movie titantic on it and a leather skirt along with a pair of knee high “fuck me’ boots. Next to him sits a man dressed like a ninja. I walk up to the table and lean forward giving the former SCW champion a look at the goods. Katelyn: Dillusion? Dillusion: No I’m Dillusion your Karen Buehler? Right? Katelyn; No Katelyn. Dillusion: Aren’t you in Katie’s little brat pack thing isn’t that confusing what if some one goes “Hey Kate good work with that run in” Which one of you answers. Or what about “Hey kate pass the salt” Do you both have those hilarious moments when you both reach for the sault. Spectacular Ninja: OR OR Some one is like hey Kate can you pass me the neutron auto disruptor!?! Hahahaha Ninja says as he bursts into laughter both Dillusion and I stare at him blankly then Dillusion looks to me and says. Dillusion: Excuse him he’s legally retarded. Spectacular Ninja: no I’m not. Dillusion pulls out a lamented card from his pocket that has a picture of ninja on it and says Legally retarded. Spectacular Ninja: LIES! Dillusion: Since this is clearly some inter promotional promo cross over type thing lets get down to business hopefully that damn writing staff will get off theyre lazy asses and work on my promo. Katelyn: What are you talking about. Dillusion: OH you don’t have fourth wall privleges… Katelyn: Fourth wall? I don’t want to talk about a wall I want to talk about hiring you take out Jon Rich he’s spent months making me feel like shit so I want revenge now. I shake my head Katelyn: That’s not it I mean I want your spot in the underground invitational I want to beat the living shit out of Too Magnificent make him pay for what he did to me on riot. He wants to fight dirty I’m the dirtiest bitch alive He’s going to know that he’s g rated compared to me when I’m done with him. Dillusion: Ok… you got some serious issues going on and I should know my book of issues is the size of a phone book… But my spot in the invitational… Not gonna happen sweet thing I’m not giving my spot in the underground invitational didn’t you get invitation? I thought the match was pretty much open to every one. Katelyn:I tried to enter it I was told I can only be in one match. I want Too magnificent I want- Dillusion places his finger on my lips and shh’s me. Dillusion; I don’t know what happened between you and this too stupid guy or what ever his name but I don’t really care in all honestly. This match at the 2 for 1 special is important to me I’m not going to give my spot to some crazy woman who although very attractive obviously is missing a few screws and if you want me to do a run in fine I’ll attack this rich guy but my spot in the invitational no way. Katelyn; I don’t want you to attack Jon I love Jon. Dillusion: But you just said that he’s spent months making you feel like shit. Katelyn; No he makes me feel like a queen what are you talking about. Dillusion arches his brow in a completely baffled expression. Katelyn; What I want is Too Magificent I want to make that bastard pay! Dillusion; What does he owe you money? Katelyn; No him and his buddies attacked me 3 on 1 I need revenge for that. Dillusion: They needed 3 guys to take on a what 90 pound woman? What kind of operation our they running in IWC. Katelyn; Operation? There’s no doctors in IWC. Dillusion; Talking to you is starting to make my head hurt and coming from me that’s probably a little sad. Katelyn; Please I’m begging you I need to be in that match. I need to get that win I should have gotten on Riot Too Magificent intentionally got himself DQed and I want the pinfall victory I earned. Dillusion: So this guy and two of his buddies beat you up on Riot… Or was there a riot I’m a little confused here and you were close to beating this guy so you want in the invitational so you can get the pinfall victory you believe you were going to get before this guy got himself dqed. Katelyn; Yes! I earned that win and I want it he thinks its over he’s going to find out I am one stubborn bitch. Dillusion: I’m not giving you my spot. Katelyn; I’ll pay you whatever you want just give me your spot. Dillusion; Have you ever been a grand slam champion? Katelyn: A grand what? Dillusion: Grand slam champion it means you held every championship in a promotion. Katelyn; No but I did have sex with an entire world series champion baseball team. Dillusion; Um… Anyways… I am one title win away from that. That title the SCW Underground title this is my shot this is my shot to redeem myself for all the flaws in my career only one other man has been able to do this I am going to be the second I’m sorry there is no way I can give up my spot to you. Katelyn: Sex! I’ll have sex with you! Please just give me your place in that match. Please! Dillusion: While tempting No this is going to be my crowning moment. Well actually winning the world title was…. But this is gonna be more bloody so its gonna look cooler atleast. Katelyn; Please I’ll give you a blow job right here and now just say I can have your place. Ninja; You can have my place! Dillusion; Dude you don’t even have a place in that match. You’re the biggest jobber on the planet scw doesn’t want you representing them. Ninja: Dude stop cock blocking me if you’ve gone gay or something that’s fine with me but if this hot babe is offering a piece I am sure as hell gonna take it. Dillusion; You have nothing to give her dip shit the girl wants in the underground invitational your not in it. Ninja: Dick… Katelyn; What is wrong with me I offer my self to men and I get refused again and again. Whats wrong with me. Ninja; What are you talking about I said id do you I’m a ninja I rock! Lets bone. Dillusion; I just like hitting people with things… and I got a girl a very hot girl. So I try not to sleep with women to give them spots in my matches kind of a rule I have. Katelyn; Don’t you understand I have to be in this match! Dillusion; Why don’t you just focus on the match your in…Alright and if you do want me to take care of either of these guys you’ve been babbling about give me a call I am a merc after all… Dillusion slides me a business card and I roll my eyes in frustration. Spectacular ninja; And if you want to have sex with a random masked man hears my business card. The spectacular ninja then slides a pan cake in my direction and nods at me then winks. The two men walk off and I close my eyes clinching my fists. Damnit Why wouldn’t he just give me his spot cant he see how badly I need this… DAMNIT. I slam my fist into the wall I quickly jump back yelping from the pain of my hand colliding with the wall. Katelyn: OUCH…stupid wall…. I pout plopping down at the table Dillusion was sitting at. Deciding to drown my frustrations in alcohol. -FiN- |
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| Pat Evans | Feb 21 2010, 09:48 PM Post #5 |
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The Greater Good? What does that mean? This horrible phrase has become nothing more than the catchphrase, the buzzword for the philosophical school known as utilitarianism. It was utilitarianism that governed the British when they extended so-called liberal practices in various colonies, such as Indian. It was utilitarianism that underpinned the rhetoric used by the Soviet Union in collectivization and dekulakization. It was utilitarianism that allegedly justified slavery to many of the Southerners during the American antebellum period. The greater good is subjective at best. With that said...of course it is. We have a group of individuals united under the guise of this supershow that has been developed by the Independent Wrestling Cartel and Supreme Championship Wrestling...again, for suspiciously utilitarian reasons. Regardless of the motivations of Sasha Drachewych and the slug Dan Douglas, this match is less of a united front against the Brat Pack, than a mishmash of competitors all with various motivations at work. Blake Mason wants to prove to Katie Steward that he doesn’t need her. Jon Rich wants to kick the holy hell out of the Brat Pack. Axl Evermore wants to continue his newfound success as a sycophant. And myself....well I guess I yet again am the wild card. To put it simply, I am here for a reason. That reason is to yet again prove to Jon Rich that I am his key to success. Not Axl Evermore. Not even himself. But then again, merely aiding him and elevating this team to a win would hardly necessarily prove this. It may be a corollary of our success. But it definitely is not irrefutable evidence to my claim. Thus it only makes my role in this match that much more interesting and intriguing. I considered not saying very much about my motivations at all. Particularly since it seems that Jon Rich has finally realized what I had been hoping to avail himself to. I may not be a man who has many wins to my records. The moment that my position as a significant force in IWC was solidified, I changed my goal from being a winner on a consistent basis to being a monster that can change things at the drop of a hat. And while no hats dropped in the literal sense, Jon Rich was able to grasp what I have been doing for the better part of two years. It was not coasting. It was not a failure to grab hold of the brass ring. It was merely inflicting pure cold truth to any who dared to question me. Granted Jon did so with far more emotion than I would’ve liked, he finally learned. Shockingly it took running into members of the Brat Pack to do it. Then again, I doubt that they have gotten used to the consistent shocking reactions they get after being “unsatisfied.” I enjoyed that pun. And here I thought you were a complete moron Buehler. Instead you’re just a ninety nine percent moron. Still too far gone for me to care enough about you. But it does also occur to me that Jon Rich may just have had a rare flash of brilliance. He may not have learned anything at all. In that case, it’s quite unfortunate. It just seems that I may have to do something about that and use this match as more of a launch pad. And regardless of what one may have to say about my presence, I have some considerable motivation in this match. For example, I know that Robin Brooks had at one point attempted to meddle in my affairs with Christian Savior and I would very much enjoy ripping her heart clean from her chance. Granted, she’ll sick Hurse on us. But I will note....I enjoy knock his block off too. And who would not want to get their hands on Katie Steward. This is not in the same method that Blake Mason hoped for months, but instead, I want to cause physical bodily harm to Katie Steward. Why? One, her voice is grating. A vaguely utilitarian goal there. I know. Shocking. But I assure the world this is purely coincidental. But furthermore is that she matters something in the grand scheme of things. While individuals like Jon Rich and Axl Evermore hope to take honour and return it to the game via virtuous actions. I realize that honour can be returned to the game without that step. Because while I may be violent and brutal, I do so for reasons that are pure. I hope to compete and be the best. But I will do so with whatever means necessary at my disposal. Proven on Riot! And proven in the many times I’ve had an opportunity at gold. Adversaries placed me as simply a lackey as per my role during the Conspiracy days and have continued to place me as such since then. This is not only a misnomer but simply logically moronic. Who am I a lackey to? I can only serve if I have someone to serve. And at this moment, I only serve myself. To make sense of this little aside, there is a reason I took you all on this path. Katie Steward is one that requires others to keep her at the position she craves. He positions is not so much different than myself. She’s managed to manipulate weaker minds to act as her guard dogs whom she can sic at her every whim. But while that may be the case, she’s also involved herself in this match. And to knock the Queen off her throne not only with send her kingdom into chaos....it will shut her up for some time as well. But these actions at best from my motivations are anything but utilitarian. They may have some results that warrant that classification, but the key facet in order for the greater good to be realized is that the motivations have to coincide. So Jon...don’t expect me to act on your side. Don’t expect me to be a well-oiled machine with three individuals that don’t understand what I do. Perhaps you may understand, but I’m still fishing there. That is up for you to resolve. But should you understand, then you’ll have no problem with my position. Everyone else undoubtedly will. Too bad I won’t care one way or the other. ------- The scene opens up inside a law office to see an older gentlemen, in business attire, sitting next to Jason Sharper who had no desire to dress professionally and is in his University of Western Ontario sweatshirt and blue jeans. Jason: “This is bullshit!” Lawyer: “Jason. Just calm down. Allow me to do the talking and we’ll hopefully keep this simple and settle. From what I can see, you may have to pay for some minor damages and maybe issue an apology. That’s all.” Jason: “Too hell am I giving him anything? He messed with my sister!” Lawyer: “For your own good, just settle. This is something that can hang over your head and give you an unnecessary reputation. You’re lucky he didn’t press charges and kept this civil.” Jason: “He’s lucky he’s not here right now.” Lawyer: “Shhhh! Do you want him to get you for threats?” The door to the office opens and we see John Gerstle walk into the room and following him is Pat Evans. Jason immediately jumps to his feet and starts to walk around the table. His lawyer leaps up and tries to stop him, but Jason moves to quickly and goes over towards Pat Evans and Pat quickly moves his lawyer out of the way. Jason attempts a punch, but Pat ducks and grabs the arm before pushing down, seemingly going for an armbar, but Jason’s head smacks off the table and he falls down to the ground. Pat steps back, intentionally, avoiding any more scrapping. Jason rolls over, clearly dazed and bleeding from the nose. Gerstle: “Are you alright Mr. Evans?” Evans: “I’m fine. He’s not. Get him an ambulance.” Jason’s Lawyer: “He’s quite emotional. I apologize for this action by my client.” Evans: “I do too. Mr. Gerstle. Please call the police. I’d like criminal charges pressed.” Jason’s Lawyer: “That’s not necessary. Please. He’s a kid.” Evans: “And he’s a kid that needs to learn his actions have consequences. Mr. Gerstle?” Gerstle: “Already on it?” Gerstle starts to dial on his phone and the ringing can be heard in the background. Jason’s Lawyer: “Please Mr. Gerstle. We can resolve this without needing to escalate this.” Gerstle: “I’m sorry, but I have to agree with my client. This meeting is cancelled and we will keep him here for the police and medics.” Evans turns and steps out of the room. Evans: “I’m going to just go grab a glass of water.” Gerstle nods as he gets an answer. Gerstle: “Ah, yes. This is John Gerstle at the law offices of Minton, Gordon and Swartz. We need an ambulance and a police officer here. We’ve had a bit of a scrap and one of the members involved requires some medical attention.....Thank you.” Gerstle hangs up as Evans smirks as he exits the room. Jason rolls over, groaning in pain, still a bit disoriented as his lawyer shakes his head, sitting back down in disbelief. ------ Pat Evans smiles as he pulls out some chicken wings from his oven and places them on the top of his stove. He then grabs a plate and places it on the counter before looking for his tongs. He has many a reason to celebrate and kick back with hockey as well as an easier victory than planned in his latest out of the ring saga. He grabs the tong and grabs a chicken wing and places it over on the plate before the phone rings. He sighs as he places the tongs down and walks over to the phone before answering. Pat: “Hello?” ???: “What the hell, Pat?” The voice on the other end is loud enough to be heard even with one’s ear away from the phone. It’s none other than Pat’s former flame, Beth Sharper. Pat: “Ah, Beth.” Beth: “Don’t start acting cute. You’re fucking with my family.” Pat: “I did nothing. He attacked me.” Beth: “Because you fucked over my life! You ruined everything I had worked fo-“ Pat just hangs up the phone before placing it back on the holder. He then turns back and goes to his chicken wings before the phone rings again. Pat just smirks before turning back. This time he glances at the ID and just shakes his head before turning the ringer off on the phone. He then returns it to the holder before going over to his answering machine and just unplugging it. He smirks again before just chuckling a bit and returning to his celebratory feast.... |
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| Robin Brooks | Feb 21 2010, 11:14 PM Post #6 |
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When Your Past Comes To Haunt You! I can see his face. Every damn single time I close my eyes... I see him. I see the accusation in them. I see the utter disbelief. Grasping to understand. Pleading. Tears ushered past frightened irises. His eyes blink closed for an instant and I could see what he saw and felt in that split second. Betrayal. So deep. Memories come flooding back, running unbridled behind my closed eyes. His blood shot eyes begin to change, to fade, and flicker, He blinked several times as the pain consumed his body, Then it happened, his become… Mine! Frighten. Tear filled. Defiled. In another time… Identical situation. A weapon… A belt... And… The Punisher… The Executioner… … CHAPPEL! That bastard. He got back into my life again. I cringed and scrubbed my face hard to get rid of the disturbing image. “God what have I done?” A grave statement whispered to an empty room. No one was there to comfort me, no one to hear me or to share my pain. The uncontrollable shakes were unrelenting as they should be for what I have done to someone else. I was freezing from the inside out. Sweat soaked my body; chills seeped into my pores and penetrated my very core. Guilt wrapped its ugly claws around my heart and squeezed with all its might. All the terror I suffered at the hands of Chapel when he was using me as a rag doll and beat me to within an inch of my life, just to get back at Killjoy, came rushing back once I got back to my guest room at Katie’s. His total disregard for a human life almost cost me my life. How can someone’s have so much hatred in their heart? So much apathy for the human race I could never figure out where could it all have come from? And then I go and do the unthinkable. I ordered the same thing happen to someone I Once loved and cared for. I have become what I strived not to be. “What is happening to me?” my voice sounded foreign to me, it cracked with emotions then fell silent and my mind hurled everything over the past back at me. Emotions that I have tried to keep in check since that dreadful night almost 6 years ago ripped me up inside, it felt like someone was ripping by guts out of me one piece at a time. I clawed at my belly but the lump got in my way. My heart was accelerating as hard and fast as it had that faithless day. Everything ganged up on me and I let the tears wash each one way, one at a time. I was exhausted. And still reeling from re-experiencing my own humiliating beating and Steven’s earlier tonight that I lay weak and vulnerable when the door slowly crept opened. Shh… shhh it’s ok, it’s all gonna be ok,” a finger touched my lips gently, then I heard the bed creaked and felt a rush of cool air as the blankets lifted and a warm body crawled in and shuffled behind me and cradled me in the warmest and most comforting embrace I have even felt. A light lingering kiss was placed on the side of my neck as tender arms snaked around my huge belly pulling me backwards closer, into a spooning position. We fit perfectly together and that made me cry all the more. “Damn freaking hormones,” I uttered though sobs, some immeasurable time later. I cried long into the night as my rogue snuggled closer, fiddled with my hair and spoke in gruff and strangely consoling whispers till I almost drifted off in an uneasy slumber. Then it happened. His wandering hand crept slowly upwards. His hips pressed firmly and urgently against mine and I felt an unmistakable erection. Just when I was about to protest and throw him off me, teeth scraped across he side of my throat. “Ouch, stop that,” I whimpered as I tried to peel his fingers off of me. “You’re being rough.” Then I batted at his hands. “Shhh Turkey leg, Katie will hear us. Besides, you like it rough.” He shushed me. “I ... I do no…..Well… you better be gone before she gets up tomorrow,” he had been warned numerous times to avoid Katie, and so far he has done that quiet well, and surprisingly so. That’s all we needed was Katie coming in, she had banned Steven from her home, she never knew that he kept sneaking in and being my little slave boy. I tried to move but his arms restrained me, so I gave in and went limp. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was spent when the sun finally showed its too bright face in the morning sky. I was also exhausted beyond belief, from all the emotions that I had to face last night. But now, those memories were once again locked and vaulted, sent to the back of my mind where they will remain forever. Aside from being tired, I felt like the old me was back again and that was a good thing. I didn’t like that weak clone that was breaking down last night. I loathed those hormones and emotions playing havoc with me. I hated being that vulnerable. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that… especially … HIM! Speaking of HIM… I shivered when I remembered what happened a few hours ago. I still hadn’t opened my eyes as I lay on my back. I decided it was time to find out… so when I reached over beside me … and… Empty! “Thank God,” a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Maybe it was all a bad dream… nightmare was more like it. That dream I had was just too damn vivid for me. It didn’t matter as long as I didn’t have to face him. But I knew I’d have to sometime today, we had a match to get ready for, the 2 for 1 special with SCW. “It was all part of my hysteria… yea that’s it. It never happened.” I felt slightly better and proceed to maneuver me and my imitation belly out of the bed. With great difficulty I finally managed to roll to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t wait till this was over. The retard Steven hadn’t even realized that the due came and gone 6 weeks ago. By all accounts, I had mistaken on the conception date, or was secretly an elephant or… Dun …Dun…. Dun… Faking a pregnancy. He will probably never figure it out unless I pulled off this prostatic right in front of him. It’s funny as hell though, because at first, he denied adamantly that the bastard child wasn’t his. But after bit of skill of planning, cunning and the help of my team and the Stripper Doctor I was seeing, we arranged for some the fake DNA testing and bogus Ultra pictures, Steven claimed and actually wanted this child, the only son of his loins. We set up the meeting place: Katie’s kitchen. Invitations were sent out, to Paris, Katie and Autumn. Damn it all to hell if “lose lips” Katelyn didn’t show up. She couldn’t be in on this hoax; she was the most likely to accidently give it all away. “Katelyn, sweetie… can you do me a big favor and go change the Kitty litter box?” I kept my voice calm as Paris and Katie stared at me. Her face lit up, “Will it make you like me better then Katie?” “Of course it will!” “YAY” she jumped up, almost knocking the table over, “I’ll do it!” she screamed. She stuck out her tongue at Katie and left us to more serious business. “Umm, Robbie… we don’t have a cat.” “I know, that’s the beauty of it… she will be busy for hours,” I smiled satisfied with how easy it was to get rid of Mrs. Parkwood. Too bad her husband wasn’t so easy. We all shared a chuckle over that. The Brat Pack rallied around the table and we brain stormed. Suggestions were tossed out and debated. Katie’s was the best; she suggested using a prostatic prop that they have at her movie studio. She is such a genius. With that in place, I now looked like someone expecting. Steven was completely fooled, and so was everyone else, including Katelyn. I looked around the room, first at the floor by my feet and then to the end of my bed… I shook my head then got up and walked bare footed and robe-less. Of course I was grumbling as I made me way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. I was so used to acting like a pregnant women that at times I truly acted like one, and also suffered from the same ailments, like… Multiply trips to the bathroom, swelling of the ankles, Waddling like a duck and a very sensitive nose and gag reflex, like right now. “What the hell is that smell?” It burnt my nose even before I made it into the kitchen. It smelt like someone was cooking a full baby diaper. “I was wondering the same thing,” Katelyn was holding her nose as we meet in the hallway adjoining the large galley. As we entered the room, I almost choked, not only from the smell, but because who was the cause of it. He stood with his back to us, busy working over the stove. He turned when he heard us. “Oh Cactus Pear, I’m making you some bacon and eggs.” I almost puked, not only because of the smell but because of the knowing smile on his face. “Fuck me!” “That’s already been taking care of.” He walked over to the table with the frying pan in hand, and he scrapped something out of the pan and onto the plate. “Is he wearing your robe and slippers?” “Seems that way Katelyn. And he better put them back where he got them from too…” after second thought, “Never mind, toss them in the hamper instead… Umm Steven…” “He looks more gay then usually. And way more gay then Jon… who has to be gay to turn me down… the Queen of the bedroom,” she looked at me and say my inquiring frown, “I mean the princess of the bedroom only you and Katie are the Queens here.” She corrected herself. I wasn’t questioning her about the use of the word queen but of the bedroom… she sounded so whorish… but then again, that was our Katelyn. “Would you like some Mrs. Parkwood?” He ignored us completely as if we hadn’t even spoken. That cocky smile was plastered to his face. Boy what I would give to wipe that off his smug face, “Ummm I didn’t think we had any eggs left.” “We don’t, “I supplied. “That’s ok, I improvised,” Now that was freaking scary. I rolled my eyes… there he goes again, tossing anything combination into the pot. You never knew what you were eating when he was the chef… and 99.9% of the time… it wasn’t edible. “Don’t eat it Kate, you never know what he used.” I shivered and could not look up at him as he hovered over me. My cheeked reddened as he purposely leaned on me when he served me. He knew exactly what he was doing too, that bastard. “Eat up my Waddle Queen!” he chided me when I pushed the plate away from me. “You need your strength for…” “My match? I don’t think so; you’ll be the one taking the beatin… I mean subbing for me with the greatest team ever… My Brat Pack!” “I meant for Stevie Junior.” He scraped more off the plate and this time he filled his estranged wife’s. “You too, we need you in tip top shape.” “Are you saying I’m fat?” Katelyn looked upset. God she was so dense and the perfect match for Steven. He looked bewildered for a second, the pan of gruel hung in the air. He looked at me,”Is that what I saying?” “Hell if I know, you were… never mind. Katelyn, he was talking about you having the strength to go all out in our match. We need you at 100% because you will be facing your boy toy and we all know how crazy you are about him. You can’t let him play any mind games on you… my best friend.” I smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder as he picked up her fork. “He has Pat Evans on his side and we know what he is all about. We have to watch out for him, he’s one shy bastard. He has pulled off some of the biggest back stabbing moves in the business.” “Do I have to watch my back, I really don’t want to be stabbed Robbie,” she looked concerned as she bit into something that looked like it was still alive. I shivered. Steven smiled. I shook my head… “Not literally Katelyn, knives aren’t allowed in most matches, just keep an eye on him. I’ll try and be at ring side, and I’ll watch Evans. Just know that he may team up with Rich and try taking you out. Pat has been involved with different sable and he is always the wld card. He will do his job in the ring, but he is just as likely to take out the opponent as he is to turn on his own team mates. He seems to hate being taken for granted and treated like a minion. So what he is doing with Rich, I have no clue, but I’d watch my back if I was Rich or Evermore. And Mason, well he is in big trouble, he is from SCW and that makes his the biggest target of us all. “Isn’t Katie SCW?” “Ya she is, but she won’t care about that when she is in the ring with us, well you, Kitty and Steven. Blake was almost like a stalker and did everything in his powers for months to get noticed by her. And then he confronted her on the last Breakdown and things didn’t go so well. So I think we need to focus on taking Mason out first. I think everyone will agree, and then we better disable Evans before he can inflict damage on any of us. That way it turns the odds in our favor. After that… We take out your lover.” “Hurse?” Katelyn looked up at Steven who stepped back a few steps. “I didn’t... I haven’t… touched her…” “I know… relax Steven… “Looking at Kate “I meant your last one, Rich… Hey and since when did you and Steven…?” “We didn’t” they both answered at the same time. I just shook my head. “You two exhaust me at times you know that?’ Katelyn shoved another bit into her mouth; I think she was just eating and not tasting. It made me want to vomit. “I Swear, I did what you said, I lead him on but never let him touch me.” “That’s true… I had a constant case of blue balls for our whole marriage. “Eww that’s just too much information.” I certainly didn’t want to hear it. “Not like last night.” He giggled. “Oh God, so that wasn’t a dream?” He chuckled once more, and it sounder absolutely evil and creepy. Before I could answer or barf, we heard Katie. “Robin, what is that smell?” I turned to the pink furry clad man, “You better get out before she sees you and makes you eat whatever it is you cooked.” Fear crosses his face as he turned and the soft whisper of slippers running across the floor and out the opposite door that Katie enters. “What’s going on here and Katelyn what the heck are you eating?” Katelyn finished putting the last bit in her mouth and finally reacted to the awful taste. She barfed everything up onto her plate. “Ewwww… you have just so much manners don’t you?” Katelyn fled the room with food drooling down her chin. With the mess she left in her plate, I followed right behind her. "Fucking hormones." |
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| Kassie Khane | Feb 24 2010, 07:45 PM Post #7 |
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**NOTE: Posting for IWC's Kitty** Kitty Buehler Rp 2 Title: just a headache OOC: Posting for kitty So here I am my first official match teaming with my sister and her friends the Brat pack. Against Jon Rich, Pat Evans, Axel Evermoore and Blake Mason. This match is important its about Revenge namely against jon rich a man my sister may care about but does nothing but treat her like shit. May god forgive me for what I do to him because I swear Jon Rich is going to pay for what he has done to Katelyn. Your going to find out Jon that this Buehler sister isn’t nearly as easy to deal with as Katelyn. Your going to find out that this buehler isn’t going to take your shit. I understand that your attracted to her but you were never nice about it. You were always rude and insulting about it but your luck just hit the crap shoot because Katelyn has a sister a protective sister that doesn’t think so highly of you. That is willing to kick your ass and make you pay for what you’ve done. You think your really special Jon but your shit you’re a bad person and your going to pain in the end for what you have done and I am going to see to it. Katelyn and I had gone out for a girls day out our match was only a few days away but we both seemed prepared in our own way. We went shopping for clothes which seems to always be katelyns favorite thing to do. Katelyn; do these make my ass look big. Katelyn asks sticking her butt out at me she was wearing a tight pair of leather pants. Kitty: What are you going for? Katelyn; Big but in a good way. Kitty: Sorry Katelyn its not big at all. Katelyn; Damn.. You know all that weight I lose all in the butt and the boobs. Its ridiculous really I thought theyd get firmer nope just smaller. Katelyn goes back into the change room Kitty: You looked fine before Katelyn Jon rich is an idiot. Katelyn; You don’t understand him. Kitty: you attacked him on Riot how could you go and justify him now he deserved what he got on riot and he deserves what he has coming to him at the 2 for 1 one special. Katelyn comes out wearing a different pair of pants and a low black low cut top that shows way to much cleavage Katelyn: I made a mistake I was frustrated and I lost it on Riot I know Jons a forgiving person he’ll forgive me for what happened on Riot. Hows this one? Do my boobs look good? Kitty; Jon Rich had it coming on Riot. And the only forgiveness that should be given is him begging you for forgiveness for what he’s done to you. I cant wait to get my hands on him and show him that all his words didn’t ring on deaf ears I heard each and every insult and I’ll be going for his throat. You look fine but isn’t that a bit too much skin Katelyn? You don’t need to be showing your body as much as you do. Katelyn; Kitty you need to calm down look what happened on riot! Was the same thing Johnny kingdom pulled you in by insulting me knowing how defensive of me you are. So my boobs don’t look fake in this top? Kitty; Kingdom is just an ass but I’m not worried about him Ethan is going to take care of him at the two for one special. And your boobs don’t look fake. Why would you even think that? Katelyn: Oh I have no doubt about that. And that’s why I’m not worried about getting revenge on kingdom but Too magnificent he’s a different story… I am going to get my pound of flesh.People are always saying In they’re promos that my boobs are fake that I had a boob job which I haven’t so obviously I don’t want to wear an out fit that screams fake boobs. I want one that says these girls are real and im damn proud of it. Kitty: You need to forget about Too magnificent lets focus on this match we can deal with him later. Katelyn; No I cant I want to make him pay and I swear he will pay at the two for one special I had him beat on Riot that win was mine and there is no way I am just going to let this slide. I beat Jon Rich maybe Jon will see me as more then a pretty face. I just want some one to care about me like how you have Ethan. I use to have that…. Katelyn stops herself looking away from her sister and then Katelyn walks back into the change room. Kitty; I know how close you and Ethan were you don’t have to hide it or act like it never happened. Katelyn; I just want something real I’m sick of all the flings all the meaningless sex. Its fun but it just isn’t real I thought Jon could turn me around make me a better person. I thought that maybe there is some one out there for me that will be with me longer then the time it takes for him to get off. How does this look? Katelyn says as she comes out of the change room yet again she’s wearing a black top with less cleavage then the last shirt and a pair of form fitting black pants. I give my sister a hug. Kitty: And you deserve it Katelyn don’t let any one tell you any different. But Jon isn’t this great guy your making him out to be he is an asshole. Katelyn; Thank you Kitty I just feel like every one just see’s me as a slut and some times it just feels easier to be what people see me as. But how do I look? Kitty: I don’t see you as any of that negative stuff I see you as a wonderful girl. And that’s better leave something to the imagination you don’t need to show everything. Katelyn: You’re my sister you have to be positive. You have to be nice to me because that’s in the job description.. Kitty: I don’t have to. I care about you and genuinely like you. Not just cause I have to. And look at Savior and his brothers they don’t get along they despise one another. I smile at Katelyn but feel a pain in my head a pain I had been feeling a lot lately, Katelyn: What’s wrong? Kitty: Headache I started having it a couple days ago. I reach into my purse and pull out a bottle and open it taking out a pill I put the pill in my mouth. Katelyn; Ah I see. Kitty; Weird the pills they seem to relax me which is good but I’ve been feeling… I pause I didn’t want to divulge into how after the feeling of pain in my head goes away I’ve been getting well… aroused. Katelyn: What Kitty? Kitty: Well lately I’ve been feeling more… then usual..I mean look at how I was acting on riot. Katelyn; Yea you were acting rather frisky. Kitty: I know I don’t know what got into me I was just feeling so frisky. I kept having this urge to do “it”. Katelyn: There’s nothing wrong with that. Katelyn says heading back into the changing room. Kitty: I know that but I never want to do “it” when I’m out in public. Katelyn ; Really I want to do it all the time. Kitty; Your different Katelyn. Katelyn; Are you calling me a slut Kitty? Katelyn says popping her head out of the dressing room with a serious expression in her face. Kitty: No what I mean is that we’re different you enjoy it in ways I don’t you like to… Katelyn; Express my sexuality while you prefer the button it up and drop it on your husband like a nuclear bomb? Kitty: I wouldn’t word it like that but I guess that sounds right. Katelyn goes back into the dressing room as I look at the pill bottle. Kitty; I just don’t get it why was I acting like that I didn’t even feel like myself. Katelyn: hmm strange… Kitty: Yea… Katelyn comes out of the change room wearing yet another revealing out fit. Katelyn: Hows this? Kitty: You totally missed the whole less is more thing I was saying weren’t you? Katelyn: Yea… wait let me see those. I hand Katelyn the bottle of pills she looks the bottle over and then opens it and takes out a pill. Katelyn; What did Ethan tell you these are? Kitty; Medicine for headaches. Katelyn: These are humane pills. Kitty; You mean hormone? Katelyn: Sure whatever Ethan used to give me these when we wanted to have a really late night…… if you know what I mean. Or when we were going to have a threesome and the other girls mind wasn’t quite as open. Kitty: wait are these Ruthies. Katelyn: No they just make you horny take away incubations. Kitty; You mean Inhibitions. Katelyn: Yea that’s it… man did we have some good times with these little pretties. Kitty: That is just wrong. Katelyn: Wasn’t the sex you had after taking these amazing? Kitty;I don’t kiss and tell. Katelyn: It was wasn’t it. Kitty: Yea but I cant believe Ethan would drug me. Katelyn; You asked for something for a head ache. May be Ethan didn’t even mean to give you it the guy carries more drugs then a pharmacy…weird for a guy that takes none himself. I look at my sister in complete and utter disbelief how could Ethan do this to me. Kitty: Why would he do this to me. Katelyn; Why would he do what? Kitty; Drug me I love him why would he give me drugs. Katelyn; Maybe he just wanted to get you horny. Kitty; I cant believe this…. I look at the ground in utter disbelief how could the man I love do this to me how could the man I trust more then anyone else go and drug me. Katelyn: Kitty it was probably just a mistake Ethan loves you. Kitty: I’m sorry Katelyn I got to talk to him about this. With that I leave the store to discuss what my husband had down to me. -To Be continued. - |
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| fullMETAL | Feb 27 2010, 03:04 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center]![]() [/align] PERSON: Fully Loaded – Axl Evermore PROMO TITLE: Laziness MATCH: Cross-Promo Grudge Match - The Brat Pack (Katie Steward, Robin Brooks/Hurse & the Buehler Sisters) v. Blake Mason, Pat Evans, Jon Rich & Axl Evermore PROMO CONTENT: (Promo: & 2-for-1 Special)[align=center] Fade in to Axl Evermore, reclining on a Barcalounger, the picture of relaxation. His attention is not focused on US (through the camera), but rather, on a large-screen TV hanging from the wall. On the screen is currently playing a compilation DVD of matches between him and two of his teammates, Pat Evans and Jon Rich. Axl Evermore: …You know, it’s looking more and more like this match is gonna turn in favor of The Brat Pack…and right now, I’ve just been too busy to really care. Too bad, too, because I’m actually looking forward to SHOWING everybody that I can in fact cooperate with Pat Evans in a tag team match that we are forced BEFORE the show to team up in. As opposed to a tag team match that we’re forced to team up in mere minutes before the match itself starts, like with last week’s RIOT!. A shrug as he lowers the volume of the TV a few ticks. Axl Evermore: See, as much as I hate what the Five Star Society’s been doing to hold talent like Jon Rich and myself down, the Brat Pack specifically has been pretty indifferent to me…in general. Yeah. Robin Brooks, as much as she deserves to be taken down a peg or six, won’t actually be wrestling this week—probably…robbing both Jonny and me of our respective individual AND collective revenges against her for her transgressions against our careers over the past year or two. Instead, we’ll have to worry about her henpecked near-hubby Hurse, who at this point has become a pitiable shadow of his formerly robust self. A resigned sigh. Axl Evermore: That formerly robust self that I made tap last year to obtain the Submission Championship for the first time…the one who so GLEEFULLY forced his current teammate Katelyn Buehler to marry him in Robin’s place later in the year…the one who DIDN’T show up to lose last week—because he was replaced by aforementioned pitiable shadow—when I was unexpectedly forced to team with Evans after he so callously let Rich get assaulted earlier in the night. A shrug as the screen suddenly shows the mentioned segment from RIOT!. Evermore raises an eyebrow. Axl Evermore: And THIS is the guy who claims that HE can take Rich to the top. THIS is the guy we’ve gotta team up with. I don’t feel envious of our other teammate this week, SCW’s Blake Mason. Problem is, Blakey-boy’s been focusing on nothing but Katie Steward, completely ignoring the fact that the “Goddess of SCW” has 2 capable, underhanded teammates—and the browbeaten Hurse—by her side, willing to sink to unimaginable depths to make sure none of us get even close to a win. Kinda almost makes it seem pointless to even TRY, right? Just show up, give SCW a quick thumbs-up, and stare up all squinty-eyed at the floodlights while the Bratz get to celebrate another stolen victory. A disappointed huff. His cell phone rings and he picks it up, answering… Axl Evermore: You’ve got Axl—speak your mind. (a pause…) What? (a pause) Noooo. (a pause) You don’t say. (a pause) OF COURSE, how could we be so BLIND? Thank you for your informative fake revealing phone call! He hangs up his cell and turns to the camera with a smirk. Axl Evermore: WELL! Shocker of all shockers…Robin Brooks has been FAKING her pregnancy! Who saw THAT coming? OH RIGHT, EVERYONE did. AGH. These ridiculous contrived plot devices that could be seen from miles away are still somehow able to completely take Hurse by surprise, which makes me wonder whether Mister Parkwood hasn’t suffered some kind of brain damage over the past few years. Honestly, I’ve been in the vicinity of an EXPLODING BUS, and I can still string together a coherent sentence, but Hurse doesn’t even seem like his intentions make sense anymore! It’s like the man’s acting purely out of old instincts now, instead of attaching reason to his actions. A tilt of the head. Axl Evermore: Which might still be a few steps above what’s been going on NOW with him. Hmmm…looks like it may just be easier than I thought for Evans and I to co-exist long enough to make this win work and show Jon that we’re not ALL about one-upping each other. Hmm… He strokes his stubbly chin as he raises the volume up again on the TV and we FADE TO BLACK. [/align] |
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| XdpK | Feb 27 2010, 10:13 AM Post #9 |
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Katelyn RP 2 of 2 OOC: Wahoooo i did it maxxed out for all four chars behold my greatness...yea i was beat by the time i got to this one 2 for 1 special Brat pack vs Evans, Rich, Evermoore and Mason. 2 for 1 special Brat pack vs Evans, Rich, Evermoore and Mason. Girls vs Boys… Friends vs a randomly strung together group of guys. See as opposed to Rich’s team we are united we are all women… well hurse is replacing Robin but lets just count him as a woman for this rant just to make things run a little easier. While this team may have teamed together a few times here and there. They aren’t nearly as close as us as the brat pack.Kitty and I are fraternal twins so the issue of ego’s and conceit are not a problem here. So we’re not going to argue about who gets the pin or whatever no we are going to be on the same page we are going to win this match and it wont matter who pins who. Because all that matters is that the brat pack are the ones with there arms risen in the end. Blake mason you were obsessed with Katie and decided it wasn’t such a good idea. So you attacked her like the spineless shit you are. But see now you don’t just have to deal with Katie but her friends as well. And we are going to make you pay for attacking Katie. You pathetic loser we are the A-List while you blake mason are like the d list. We are the ones that are stalked by losers like you. Hounded by the paparazzi our photos taken at the red carpet on every who’s hot list while you… people struggle to remember your name. We are world famous and you are nothing but a foot note. Katie is one of the two greatest woman’s wrestlers of all time the other is Robin also a brat pack member we are the most decorated group of women in the history of wrestling beating the likes of you wont be a problem it will be easy. You are nothing to us and at the two 2 for 1 special you are going to realize that. Pat Evans we’ve faced numerous times before in tag matches in four ways… so on and so on and the point is you’ve never beaten me you will never beat me. And that must beat you up inside pat to know that no matter how much you claim to be this high and mighty submission wrestler I a woman with hardly any training at all am better then you ever will be we both one Rookie of the year in our first years in the iwc but unlike you pat I am going to do something with mine I am going to build a legacy of beauty and greatness and you pat evans are just another brick in that wall. Pat you may be the submission special but I am the sexy specialist no offense to my team mates but I am the most beautiful diva in the history of this business and despite what Jon may say I am irresistible I am a Empress while you pat are just a grungey…smelly loser. You may try your little submissions on me but you know what Pat they wont work. Because my beauty will repel your stupid little submissions. My hotness is like a force field it will protect me from anything you got your not going to beat me. Your not going to beat Kitty. Your not going to beat Kitty and Your not going to beat Katie…but Hurse…umm we’ll stop you from beating Hurse. Then there’s Axel Evermoore Rich’s tag team partner a man who lives off contract clauses and dumb luck to give him his opportunities. Orlando Cruze said you’re the star of the future but look at what you’ve done since then one the NHB title and The Cartel title and lost them both one to Psycho and one to Riggs. Your not the star of the future Axel you’re the wash up of today. You’re a never will be and you are going to come to a full realization at the 2 for 1 special. I beat your partner at Overbooked Extravaganza and at this show I am going to beat you as well. Your part of the losing team Axel while your team is going to fight amongst themselves and argue and nag on each other. You think you’re a big shot just because your contract says you get a guaranteed title shot. You spout on about how your going to challenge for the title the riot after paranoia. But you know what the chances of you winning is going to be like 1 in like a million. Your going to be facing Porno Lad every one knows he’s leaving Paranoia with that title so your chances of winning your yearly title shot is going to end the same way your title shot ended last year with you losing in a humiliating fashion. Lastly there is Jon Rich… What can I say about Jon Rich the man who has pushed me away and treated me like crap for the last few months. I work my ass off to prove myself to you and I get nothing. I have feelings for you I admit it but I at the same time hate you. I hate you for the way you make me feel. For what you’ve done to me over and over and over again. You think your funny taking jabs at a woman your not you’re a loser. And at the 2 for 1 special your going to lose your going to lose in shame and- Oh please Jon forgive me for what I said your not a loser you’re the greatest guy in the world. I’m trying to lose weight for you Jon I lost 20 pounds sure I was feeling like shit for about 2 weeks but now I feel better and I am a whole lost smaller…. Of course a lot of that is in the boob and ass areas… Which I honestly thought were some of my better qualities. I am so conflicted Jon from the way you treat me that’s why I attacked you on riot. Because I needed to show you that I am in control not you. That if you hate me then you are turning the best thing that has ever happened you to the worst thing to ever happen to you. Because I can and I will make your life hell if you continue to go down this road you are going on. I will make your life miserable if you continue to ruthlessly take shots at me. I will take shots on you Jon and not just verbal I have allies Jon… I have powerful Allies and you may not realize it but I have men like Porno Lad and Christian Savior on my side. And they will help me kick the living shit out of you if I want them to Jon. But I don’t want to do that to you Jon. I don’t want to see you beaten and lying on the ground bleeding. No jon I care about you and for your own good you have to realize I am whats best for you Jon. I am not just going to let this slide what ever happens Jon there will be repercussions and you can decide if they will be good or if they will be bad. |
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| Kassie Khane | Feb 27 2010, 12:02 PM Post #10 |
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**NOTE: Posthign this for IWC Jon Rich* ((Okay. I put this together quickly, like in 10 minutes. So, I got something posted. Again, I'm sorry to my team mates for all my problems that have washed onto all of you.)) “So, here we are, trying to get ready for another match. “Okay, so I called for this match. But I am still a bit disappointed in how everything has turned out. Yes, I believe that Pat Evans and Axl should learn to work together. And since this is a joint IWC/SCW venture, we have to have the token SCW member in the match. Yes, I know it was my idea as well to do this. “I am right there with Axl, being pretty much resigned that the Brat Pack is going to win this match. As I have been talking to other members of my team, I can tell that we are just not working as a team. “Now, I know that Pat and Axl are trying to work it all out. Which is great. I think they should. We have Mr. Mason, an SCW turncoat, not that I blame him, that is also trying to fit into the mix. We've not had the time or the experience to come together as a real team. And I have to say, this is sort of my fault. I'm not going to deny it or hide from it. It's my fault. “You see, my head has been elsewhere. Yes, I pulled this whole thing together. But I've had some other things on my mind. Like, where in the HELL is Johnny Kingdom? Axl and I, almost 2 months ago, earned a shot at the IWC tag team championship against AWOL and Johnny Kingdom. Where the fuck are these guys? Oh, Johnny Kingdom lost the world title again so I guess that means he's gone. “Everyone on the roster knows that he's got an ass kicking coming his way. Axl and I earned a shot at the tag team championship, the one chance I had where Kingdom could not run away. And look what happened. Johnny Kingdom, now, is nowhere to be found. He's supposed to be the franchise of the IWC now. Isn't that right? Does anyone notice how he's not even billed in this event? So, where is he? “Axl and I busted our asses to get this shot, and we've not seen shit from anyone. Orlando basically turned his back on me. Those IWC execs have been doing everything they could to make sure Axl and I don't get ahead. So, I wonder why that is. Is it because of Johnny Kingdom getting his way? Or is it that the IWC execs don't have the balls to stand up to Dan Douglas, even when it involves a contract? Either way, Axl and I seem to be getting shafted week after week. We are the people that bust our asses week in and week out and keep getting the same bullshit all the time. “So, again, I am sorry to my team mates. I know I pulled this all together. I made this match. But, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get and am not even thinking about this match. All I can think about is the match I will never get because of a supposed legend in this industry that turned into a little bitch!” |
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| Hurse | Feb 27 2010, 01:17 PM Post #11 |
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OOC: A thousand apologies for the lateness of this promo *Beeeep* Hurse: Hey Robin, me again. Yeeeeeaaaah, about last night, I think the two of us should have a looooong conversation. A conversation as long as my…..well…..you know…..this is the part where your supposed to giggle like a little school girl. Giggle like Josh Hudson when he locks himself in a closet to watch re-runs of Power Puff Girls. Anywho, when your up for talking I’m right here….look forward to hearing from you Turkey Leg….hit me up when you get the chance. See ya. *Click* **** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeep* Hurse: HEY HEY!....Wait, sorry, didn’t mean to come on to strong, or come off sounding like a demented Krusty the Clown. How about I take it down a notch? I don’t want to start sounding over the top, like Damian Angle’s entire gimmick. HOWDY! No, that’s not a good introduction at all. I need to start all over. How do I go back and delete these messages. Is it this button? *Click* **** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Hurse: Greetings and fondest wishes……Jesus Christ that was HORRIBLE! *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Hurse: Hello……I guess that’s good enough. It’s me again. Hurse….Steven….. Steven H. Parkwood….. Steven H. Parkwood your ex fiancée….. Steven H. Parkwood your ex fiancée/ baby’s daddy…… the same Steven H. Parkwood living on 1455 Hillcrest Avenue, social security number 406-25-5013, blood type AB negative. Just want to make sure you know it’s me and not another Steven. I don’t know why you’d be talking to anyone else named Steven though. In fact, I don’t like the idea of you talking to another Steven whatsoever. Unless they have a vagina, like Blake Mason. I noticed you haven’t called back yet. Maybe my sexual potency put you into a coma, it’s happened before with my ex girlfriend. Well, they blamed it on a car crash but I know what put her in that vegetative state. By the way, that may present a problem later on, if she wakes up and Las Vegas weddings are considered legally binding that is. All I do know was that the buffet was delicious, and the Elvis who married us had EPIC sideburns. I just wanted to make sure you got my message….or well…..messages, and that you knew this was Steven H. Parkwood, sexual dynamo. Look forward to hearing from you. We really, really, REALLY need to talk. Tootles. *Long pause* Hurse: Tootles? What the FUCK does tootles mean? That has to be the gayest thing that’s come from my mouth since I expressed interest in watching one of Jon Rich’s promos. Why couldn’t I have said something hipper, like peace, or true dat, or lata gangsta? I’m such a tool. She’s never gonna want to talk to me now. TOOTLES! What am I, French? Next thing you know I’m gonna be wearing one of those stereotypical berets. Or did those go out of fashion with Monica Lewinsky? Talk about a whole lotta woman. More cushion for your pushin…. *Groans* Hurse: Tootles…. Aaaaaargghhh…..wait, did I hang up? DAMMIT!! *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Hurse: Robin, you there? Pick up, pick up, pick uuuuuup. Heeeeellllooooo? *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Music in the background: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Turtles in a Half-Shell! Hurse: This is epic, pure epicness, the epicenter of epic! Hahahaha, wow, just wow, you never cease to amaze me Michelangelo. Those one liners have me crappin myself. I haven’t laughed this hard since Mason insinuated that he’s a ladies man. Maybe he meant to say he was a transgender. That sounds far more plausible. And what the hell, why must everyone go around bragging about their sexual conquests like they were in a highschool lockeroom? Of course, I don’t know what highschool lockerooms are like, my mother never let me shower and change with others. Anyway Michelangelo, you sir, are a constant source of inspiration. I’m far more inspired by you than that awful, dreadful, redundant, spray on tan, peroxide saturated Blake Mason. I couldn’t help but to chuckle when I watched his last promo, Mikey. He had this whole cheesy tirade about reality and hero worship and saving the president from third world assassins….oh wait, that was 24, something that’s actually entertaining. The guy hardly has room to lecture anyone about reality, since he seems entirely detached from it. If his logic resembled our earth logic….yes, that’s a quote from BTVS, I’m sure if Jon Rich heard me he’d be tinkling in his pants with utter joy….anyway, if he were living in reality he would have stuck with Katie Steward. Not that I think hanging out with Katie will elevate anyone’s career, your penis maybe, but not your career, it would at the very least get him some exposure. Otherwise he’s going to have to do something really, really drastic to get noticed. His in ring talent, and his mic-skills aren’t gonna do the job. So he’s gonna need one of those headline grabbing controversial moments. I would suggest a wardrobe malfunction during a Superbowl halftime show but that’s already been done, besides, Blake has those freaky pepperoni nipples, and nobody wants to see those. Hmmmmm, speaking of which, where’s that pizza I ordered? It’s been over three minutes. Aren’t I supposed to get it half off now? And there better not be spit in it like last time, it really gets annoying eating around it. Don’t worry Mikey, I’ll save you a piece. It’s the least I can do for letting me confide in you. Where is that light coming from? Huh? Oh shit, is this on? Hello?...... FUCK! *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Hurse: I just went to the bathroom to master…..to take a dump, wanted to make sure I didn’t miss your call. My phone has been acting a little funky. Apparently it’s been calling people, leaving incriminating messages, and dubbing my voice. So if you have a bunch of messages on your machine where, I don’t know, you hear me use the word “tootles,” or me carrying on a conversation with cartoon characters, don’t worry, that wasn’t the authentic Parkwood. It was some kind of elaborate phone glitch. Happens all the time. Really it does? I can feel your scowl even through the phone line. Just wanted to make you aware of that little tech issue and make sure that I haven’t missed your call. Okay, I’m gonna hang up now….. Robin? Was that you? I thought I heard one of your trademark forehead slaps. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Oh, no, don’t take that the wrong way. It isn’t because of what we did the other night, I think we both needed it. I’ve just been slapping my skull, as well as other parts of my anatomy, ever since I found out Jon Rich was back and that I was going to be volunteered to face him. Hold on, did I just make it sound like I masturbate to the thought of Jon Rich? I think I may have officially given myself the wiggins. Okay, this entire conversation has just taken a turn into sheer awkwardness. But yeah, I never thought I’d be squaring off against my former protégé, again, for probably the hundredth time. You know, I’m really starting to question whether there is any type of upside to this match whatsoever. I’ve beaten everyone on the opposing team, sans Blake Mason, already, and it’s not like I consider my victories over them to be any kind of noteworthy accomplishment. So beating them again won’t be an honor, it will just be redundant. Been there, done that, didn’t care for a return trip. To be honest Robin, I think my skill would be far better served fighting for that Under-NHB-Hardcore-Extreme-random-trashcan-to-the-head title belt. At least I would be getting something out of that, instead of getting absolutely nowhere in this eight person tag. If you picked up your phone maybe the two of us could discuss it. Maybe we could work out some type of arrangement. I’m sure there are plenty of others who would jump at the chance to sub for you in this tag match. I can’t think of anyone who would want to team up with the Brat Pack off the top of my head, but I’m positive there are one or two individuals out there who are sick in the head, or desperate for some type of exposure. You could always make use of Katie’s extended family, or one of the twenty seven Buehler sisters. Or hey, put BFG to work. The guy desperately needs money to support his fast food addiction. I really, really don’t want to fight Pat Evans again. Please don’t make me wrestle him. I’m beggin ya. If you have a soul you wouldn’t subject anyone to that cruel and inhuman torture. For starters the guy smells, and I mean BAD. I’ve been around some pretty raunchy odors before, but Pat’s stench is ungodly. It’s as if that odor was conjured from the seventh circle of hell. Imagine being caught between Bob and BFG after a bean eating contest, now times that stank by two and you’ll know what kind of stench I’m talking about. And his odor isn’t even the worse thing about him. I haven’t even mentioned the inane, quasi-philosophical tripe that he vomits up in every single pre-match promo. I mean, seriously, who gives a shit about utilitary…..utilitarinis….utiliprimeoptimus….whatever he was jabbering on about endlessly and had absolutely no relevance to the match. If I want to learn something new I’ll turn on Sesame Street, not a Pat Evans promo. The only thing Evans can teach me is how not to live my life. The guy should seriously be an after school special. If kids took one look at his life…and don’t worry, they haven’t, because no one watches his promos or his matches….they would be scared straight. They would avoid getting trapped in the same perpetual ruts that Evans finds himself in currently with this whole Beth melodrama. Of course, I hardly think I’m one to rip on others for melodrama. Anyway, I’m sure once you call me back, the two of us can discuss this. I know you told me it wasn’t open to debate, but maybe I’ve changed your mind. Just realize that putting me in a match against Pat Evans AND Axl Evermore is far worse than beating me with a belt. But I’ll do it if it means keeping you out of the ring and protecting little Stevie. By the way, I blew up and framed that ultrasound photo, it still looks amazing and the resemblance is just uncanny. *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* *Sounds of the phone rustling.* Hurse: Sorry about that, had to put my TV on mute, an Axl Evermore promo just came on. Of course I would mute it even if I wasn’t on the phone. Yeah, ummm, just wanted to call and see what was taking my pizza so long. I ordered it like an hour ago. It seems to take you guys forever to deliver it. And I don’t like that greasy Canadian kid who delivers them either, he reminds me too much of Pat Evans. Every time I see his face I just want to punch it. Plus he has all that nasty peach fuzz. I mean, seriously, come on, grow a mustache or don’t, tell your body to stop being so indecisive. So is my pizza gonna be here soon? Preferably without hair in it this time? Believe me, it does not add flavor. The taste is about as bland as Jon Rich and equally as vomit inducing. Helllooooo. Ever heard of a little thing called customer service? This is Dominoes right? I didn’t accidentally dial that sex chat line again did I? I keep telling you people to block my number or I’m going to be burn through my entire life savings. Hello? Are you there? Don’t give me the silent treatment, I’m getting enough of that from my bitchy, emasculating ex. FINE. I’ll just keep redialing until you answer. Just let me make sure I’ve got the right number in….. Hold on. Uh-oh. Crap! *Audible pause* Hurse: Oh ummm, uhhhhh, sorry, wrong number. This isn’t your fiancée Steven H. Parkwood at all. Just got my wires crossed is all. No, wait, actually, I’m from the Dish Network. Just calling to see if you wanted to upgrade your package. For just pennies more a month you can be watching the premium networks, with all the shitty, explosion laden Michael Bay movies you can stomach. Call us back. *Click* *** *Ring* Brooks: It’s Brooks, you know what to do. Worship me. *Beeeep* Hurse: I was just sitting here watching our favorite movie. You know what it is. That cinematic gem that always put us in the mood. The classic 1980’s animated film, Transformers. It just got me thinking about us, about the good ole times, and how we can get back to being just…..us. I know that we’ve had some bumps in the road, some trials and tribulations over the past few years. My back may still be stinging from those blows with that belt, but it’s nowhere near as painful as the agony in my heart. Yeah, I totally stole that from a Marisa Tomei movie, sue me. You get what I’m saying. It’s just silly for us not to be together, for us not to go back to our old life as a unit. Together we’re like the perfect combination, just like Devastator. But apart we’re like Megatron and Starscream, constantly butting heads. And to be honest, I’m getting kind of fed up with being the Laserbeak to your Soundwave. I think that if we learned anything from our indiscretion the other night, it’s that we need one another for comfort. We NEED to be together, we NEED each other. It took a while for me to put things into perspective, for me to grow up. But when I heard that you were carrying the fruit of my loins, I knew that I had to MAN UP, that it was time to stop being a boy. And before you ask, yes, men are allowed to wear Starscream footy pajamas to bed. I’m not giving that up for all the tea in China. I am willing to change though, for us, for the sake of our son. I think I’ve proven that by jumping through all these hoops lately…I’ve proven that I’m….. Robin: You’ve proven nothing. Hurse: Oh hey Muffin Top…. Robin: Don’t you Muffin Top me, mister. Hurse: It’s about time you finally answered your phone, I’ve been calling you all day long. Robin: If by all day long you mean leaving twenty messages on my machine in the span of five minutes then you would be correct. Hurse: I just wanted to talk about our little snuggling session. Robin: I’d rather not. Hurse: But why? I thought we reached kind of a…. Brooks: We reached nothing, Steven. Hurse: Oh, I guess….. Robin: Yeah, you were wrong, big surprise. Hurse: You have to admit though, it felt good being in each other’s arms…..didn’t it? *Audible pause* Robin: Weeeelllll…..you took advantage of a moment of weakness is all. That’s all it was, a moment of weakness. Hurse: That’s all? Robin: Erm….yes, you just took advantage of me. Hurse: I think it was more than that. I think we really shared something special. And you know what else I think…. Brooks: God only knows. Hurse: I think your starting to come around. That your starting to see that I’m a new man. Robin: A new man who still quotes Transformers every ten seconds? Okay, I will admit that you’ve been TRYING to change, and TRYING to prove yourself to me. But you still only think about yourself, like last week when you wanted to jeopardize our whole arrangement just so you could win the World Title. I can’t believe you were willing to risk the safety of our baby just so you could win a belt. Hurse: I was thinking in the heat of the moment is all. Brooks: You need to stop doing that. You need to think about every action and every reaction to your actions. You’re not the only one affected by your behavior anymore. Hurse: And I know that. Robin: Yet you’re still trying to get out of this eight person tag so you can challenge for the Underground Title? It doesn’t seem you’ve learned from your mistakes at all. Hurse: But I have, I promise. Brooks: Then you need to prove it. Hurse: Haven’t I already? Haven’t I done everything you’ve asked? Robin: You still have a lot to prove Steven. If you want to be in your son’s life, if you want to be in my life, you still got a long way to go. Hurse: But what about the other night? Robin: That was meaningless, Steven. Don’t read too much into it. Hurse: Sounds like someone is in denial. Brooks: Sounds like someone is going to be scrubbing toilets all day at Steward Manor. Hurse: Awwww….well, I guess that’s better than facing Pat Evans. Robin: Ramming a nail up your nostril with a hammer is better than facing Pat Evans. Even if I wasn’t pregnant I would force you to face him on my behalf. Now shut up, grab a rag and get your pasty white ass over here for some scrubbin’. Hurse: Will I get some lovin while scrubbin? Robin: No….well, maybe….no…..we’ll see…wait, NO! *CLICK* |
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| Team Desire | Feb 27 2010, 01:19 PM Post #12 |
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[align=center] The Brat Pack || Queen of Queens Katie Steward || "Her Panic Room" [/align]
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| randyworld | Feb 27 2010, 03:38 PM Post #13 |
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Supreme Championship Wrestling superstar Blake Mason wants to keep in touch with his ever growing fan base. To accomplish this, Blake has decided to make his match promo transcripts available not only to his opponents but to everyone in the wrestling world. In the first of many blogs; Blake Mason presents to you “The Blake Mason Files.” <name to be changed if needed> The Blake Mason Files: February 27th, 2010: I should be foaming out the mouth. Axl and John Rich collectively decided our grudge match wasn’t worth their time. Axl, you don’t wanna put in the effort because I’m focused on Katie? I’ve been blamed for a lot in my life. Broken marriages. Getting woman knocked up. Being too damn sexy for my own good but I refuse to take blame for your lack of caring. Then we have John Rich. You’re quitting because you’re waiting patiently for your Tag Team title match. Maybe I’m a moron but isn’t momentum important in this business? A victory at 2 for 1 means momentum leading into your championship match but I guess you didn’t think about that before you phoned it in. Like I said, I should be angry but I’m not. Thanks to you two, our match has undertaken a new dynamic. Not only will I ring the skinny little neck of Ms. Steward but you’ve given me a rich opportunity to expand my legacy. Think about it. You’ve given the chance to carry our rag tag band of misfits to glory. Yes. Blake Mason is gonna carry John Rich, Axl Evermore and Pat Evans to victory against the “almighty” Brat Pack. I didn’t wanna carry you guys. I wanted us to band together as one almighty cohesive but you’ve left me no choice. Your indifference forced me to become your personal savior. Come to think about it, carrying’em us to the promise land is gonna be a piece of cake. The only thing Katelyn care about is sex and John Rich. She’s not obsessed with becoming the best in the world like I am. Kitty, you’re competing in your first match. Wrestling isn’t your passion. It’s mines. Hurse, you’re not the man you used to be. You proved that when Jake Starr owned you at our End of the Year Special. As for you Ms. Steward... you’re not the threat you used to be. I handed you the World Title at Gang Rulz and you still fucked it up. If you couldn’t become World Champion with my assistance, what makes you think you’ll become champion without me? Without me Ms. Steward your career will dwindle in your own personal boulevard of broken dreams. And I’m gonna enjoy every minute of it. Men like Moses… King David and Jesus Christ were destined for greatness. God chose Moses to free His people from Israel, God stood behind David when he slayed Goliath, God sacrifice his only begotten son for our sinful ways. At SCW-ICW 2 for 1, God chose Blake Mason to lead His band of misfits into the promise land. Thank you Rich. Thank you Axl for giving me the opportunity to prove how amazing I really am. I could not have done it without your laziness. |
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