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| Topic Started: Apr 20 2010, 06:51 AM (115 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Apr 20 2010, 06:51 AM Post #1 |
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Katie Steward vs. Thorn 3 RP Limit, 2 per person, 4 per team for tag matches Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 27, 2010 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Thomas Valentine | Apr 25 2010, 05:42 PM Post #2 |
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OOC: Good luck had a hard time getting this one together and hope it was worth it. Hope everyone enjoys that reads this and I am to at least attempt a second before deadlineDown But Not Out Okay, so the good thing is, my team won at Tactical Warfare, and as much as I would like to call Josh Hudson every damn name under the son that suggests cowardice and hypocrisy…I have to salute him for picking his moment in that match to make his entrance…once each and every one of the people already in the match had done the dirty work for you… Some may say that if it wasn’t for your late arrival, our fortunes could very well be reversed sir, my filling in for you being the damning nail in the coffin of my hopes to secure the gold at Tactical Warfare. I had to make do with hitting that unlucky fellow Justin Davis with the Griever’s Bane as a consolation prize, but no one, not even you Josh can say that I didn’t show that I did indeed have what it took to get the job done…fortunes weren’t smiling my way on the night, but even going as far as intervening in Jake’s path shows that a hell of a lot of people on the opposing side were spouting hot air in reference to me and my spot in the match. Katie Steward is one such person who believed herself to be the leader of her rag tag team of degenerates, but like most of her other matches that I have seen since I first joined SCW almost a year ago, they were good…main event worthy but as far as Ms Steward is concerned. She is all talk, and talk…and talk…and talk, with no real conviction in her actions. It is as if she simply likes the sound of her own voice and believes that because she talks, people not only listen, but believe it when she spouts her nonsensical monologues. Well I get my chance to shove my fist in her throat with the vain hope of finally shutting her up for good… I can dream can’t I? _____________________________________________ I grit my teeth, becoming all too familiar with the pain that I was feeling deep inside. It wasn’t just a physical pain, oh no…what Sebastian Prince did to me was far more worse than what happened at Tactical Warfare…I was lucky to be able to walk away, albeit with the aid of David and Charlotte; but this pain I am starting to feel as I recline on my hospital bed, it was more emotional if I had to describe it and convey it. The specific feelings would have to keep broiling in the pit of my stomach as I know what happened the last time I decided to unleash them. As I breathed, I winced as one of my unsurprisingly bruised ribs, screamed out in protest and I once again wondered why I couldn’t just go home where my family would be able to look after me. I stopped with that thought, realising that my family was fragmented at the minute, as long as Kirst kept up the pretence of not giving a flying hell in a high wind about me or my say in whatever crawled in her maw and died. Doctor Prichard came into the room and gave me a reassuring smile as he set down the clipboard no doubt containing all my information before fixing me with his steely gaze. Propping the glasses further up the bridge of his nose, he put a hand in one of the pockets of his white coat. Dr Prichard: I would say that I am surprised to see you in such a condition Tommy…but when I got the call that you had been injured and would only agree to medical attention from me, I simply knew I should have set off for the arena before I saw the main event start on television Trying desperately not to laugh at his dry wit, I nodded. He had been my general practitioner since I was lured back to the Anarchist Wrestling Federation, and each time I was in his surgery or in his office, the injuries I had incurred were usually pretty epic. Thorn: Yeah doc…violence, pain and these sorts of injuries are like a second nature to me now…but the worst thing is, my friend David’s weekly injuries make mine look like child’s play! Bruce Prichard nodded, adjusting his glasses again. Dr Prichard: Remind me never to respond to a call at his behest then A twitch of a smile formed on the edge of his mouth as he picked up the clipboard and gazed intently at it. He was most likely trying to think of a way to sugar coat what he had to say despite knowing better. When I had to wear the eye patch for Retribution, he had done his best to do just that but failed miserably when I responded with the reality of the situation and set him straight. Putting the board back carefully he looked at me. Dr Prichard: Tommy, you went through that cage pretty rough if what I saw was anything to go by…if I am completely honest, a lesser person would have been broken in two as far as their insides are concerned… Should I have taken that as a compliment? I could never be sure with the good doctor, but the one thing I was sure of, is he was the best damn doc I knew and if I had to rely on anyone to fix me up in the event I was broke in half…the wiry man with salt and pepper coloured hair standing at my bedside would be the man for the job. Thorn: Go on sir… Dr Prichard: Amazingly as far as internal damage is concerned, the majority of the damage is severe bruising though there is a part of your ribcage that I would like to do further tests on, as I can’t be one hundred percent certain there is a minute fracture that will cause you more issues if left untreated. For some reason, the X-Rays in this place are inconclusive… I could sense the distaste in his voice as he said these words and managed a small smile before the pain in my chest decided to rear it’s ugly head again. He looked at me as if remembering suddenly where he was and then shook his head. Dr Prichard: Anyway, you rest up…and Tommy, don’t get too worked up about anything okay? It’ll only impede the recovery process and I am guessing you want to be fresh for your next match, right? Of course he was correct on that one. I nodded as he turned and left, his coat swishing behind him as he went. It was kind of a bummer they insisted I stayed in here for observation, I could have done with going to have another try at winning Kirst’s trust again...Not being able to get the thought out of my head, her retreating figure, hurrying like she couldn’t wait to get away from me…hell, maybe she couldn’t. but I didn’t have much time to think things through before the door burst open and a rather ticked off looking David Helms stormed through the door, complete ironically with a heavy duty bandage covering half his face, due to the hellacious match he had that ended with he and a flaming cricket bat being introduced intimately. But the difference between this one and the one I had to wear pre Two for One, was substantial. Not willing to let this opportunity pass, I look at him, holding my stomach against what I know will be a fit of laughter if he reacts how I hope he will. Thorn: Well if it isn’t Harvey fuckin’ Dent himself come to visit me! I’m honoured sir but haven’t you got some underhanded and very shady deals to attend to in Gotham City? At first he stood there with a frown on his face, then the anger boiled to the surface as I was hoping it would. David Helms: Fuck you right in the nose dude! The laughter came thick and fast followed by my groans of pain. It felt good to manage to get under the skin of someone who appeared to be coated in rhino hide at the best of times. I looked at him and my features softened as I think back to his match at Tactical Warfare. He had fought as hard as he could but he still hadn’t managed to regain the belt that if truth be told, he shouldn’t have lost in the first place. Thorn: Sorry about the loss squire, I thought Tactical Warfare was gonna be your night David, I really did… He snorted and made a dismissive gesture with his hand. Despite his attitude I could tell that to some degree it had bothered him more than he was willing to let on to me. Sitting on the edge of my bed, he looked at me, sympathy in his eyes, and as if by magic, I knew what was coming. I held up my hand, this time in a halting gesture. Thorn: Forget it man…I know I messed up in my match too… A puzzled look crossed his face as he looked at me and the slight bruising on my cheek that I had barely even noticed until one of the orderlies pointed it out not long after my forced check in to this place. David Helms: Dude…seriously, I begin to wonder if you are in the wrong division when I watch you sometimes…I mean you have gone toe to toe with Rachel Foxx, someone who had made a career on putting the hurt on people, you took part in that Invitational and did your thing, let alone took part in that brutal no holds barred match with pretty much only one of your legs fully functional and managed to hit that bastard Alex Junior with a Grievers Bane through a fuckin’ table man…and to top it all off, Savior took you not into, but THROUGH that damn cage and here you are wisecracking about my looking like Two Face! All this was said in one breath and I chuckled as he stopped now, gulping in great gasps of air. I would eventually figure out if I didn’t want to be in any pain, however minute, that David wouldn’t be the person to choose to be stuck in a broken elevator with. After the chuckles and the slight pain that came with it had subsided I looked at him, a more sombre look on my face. Thorn: Have you seen Kirst? He shook his head, a look I couldn’t quite translate on his face as he then put on what could only be a forced smile on. David Helms: She’ll come round man, in fact Charlotte’s going to see her today so maybe things will sort themselves out sooner rather than later! My mind flashed back to the parking lot and I couldn’t share that enthusiasm. I must have been in my reverie for longer than I thought as the next thing I knew, I felt the weight of David lift from the bed and then his voice cut through to my brain as I blinked away the fugue that had apparently taken hold without my knowledge. David Helms: Anyways…listen man I am gonna let you get some rest, that bad ass doctor you had flown in has pretty much given me strict instructions to not get you too overexcited…I best do what he says…later Thorn: Later man…and thanks… He turned to me and smirked. David Helms: You know you don’t need to thank me for this kind of shit man… And with that he was gone through the door, leaving me to my own devices. I thought a lot about what he had said in those moments and realised that he was right. I had a good thing going and in spite of what the Hurse’ and the Justin Davis’ of the world were saying right about now about me, I couldn’t have been doing that bad to get the opportunities that many around me were simply being handed. I smiled to myself as I let thoughts of when I would finally hold the World Title, filter into my head and I must have gone pretty deep into a fairly pain free sleep as when I woke up I actually felt better. Yawning I stretched and wondered what time it was before I looked up at the windows with the blinds on and became motionless. There looking right through was Kirsten. At first she simply looked in at me and I could vaguely see that she had Taylor with her. A smile almost split my face in half as I thought of my good fortune. Then the shocking reality came to me that this could very well be a dream. Blinking my eyes a few times I looked and she was still there, a carefully neutral look on her face as she simply gazed in. as a secondary measure I pinched the skin on the back of my hand and yelped at the admittedly unexpected pain…this was happening alright. Unfortunately just as I was getting used to the idea, she must have either seen me wake or had a change of heart and before I knew what was going on, she had moved away from the window and was walking down the corridor, the last thing I saw was her distinguishable hair as it bobbed from my view. Thorn: Kirst! My mind wanted me to go into hysterics, shouting and pleading with her until she came back and my body was in motion before I could even give it a reality check. The pain was manageable in comparison to the thought of seeing Kirst leave me again and in all honesty in hindsight, I believe that if I was fully healthy I could have caught her up, but not this time. I was confronted by a bunch of nurses as I tried in vain to catch my wife and youngest daughter up. Not wanting to get in unnecessary bother I turn back round dejectedly and sit on the edge of the bed, ignoring the dull throbbing of pain from my ribs. Thorn: Kirst… ___________________________________________ A Change Of Fortune First of all, I have to say that despite the “victim” act you momentarily put on in the days leading up to Tactical Warfare Katie, you held your own pretty well when it comes down to it. I would have loved to be standing here, albeit in a tad bit of pain and more sitting than standing…you get the idea; and making fun of you and your lacklustre performance in there with the cream of the crop that Supreme Championship Wrestling has to offer, but alas I can’t. which would lead me on to say that at a running guess I would say it was a rather well planned act on your behalf to attempt to throw anyone off their game that would have the fortune…or indeed misfortune depending on who you ask, to listen to what you would have to say…though lets be straight with each other, a lot of that centred on the fact that you believe you should be the SCW champ after you “won” Jake in that title match you had with him all those moons ago. Strange, I feel like I have heard something like that before…oh yeah, I remember now, I was in the exact same boat at Retribution minus a controversial pinfall…oh wait I had one of those too! But you knew that all too well didn’t you as I seem to recall you saying something of the sort in between my snooze breaks my doctor recommended to me ever since the Two For One; which I unfortunately had to take just in case a Christian Savior promotion took me by surprise and helped me whittle away the rest of my life in one swift and painful move. Ironic that his words can hurt more than the actual person eh Katie? And now we are thrown together in a match that for all intents and purposes is a waste on both our parts depending on how you look at it. I mean my team WON at Tactical Warfare despite the stakes that were up for grabs so why on earth do I need to go into a match with someone that despite their own impressive spots, had to cope with the brunt of a loss courtesy of everyone’s favourite Grumpy Grizzly Bear, Josh Hudson? And likewise why would someone of ‘Royal Pedigree” need to go against someone she barely even needs to acknowledge on a day to day basis she is just that damn awesome? Then it came to me in a puff of light, an epiphany if you will. The Queen of Jam…I mean Queen Of Queens, my sincerest apologies…needs a way to somehow redeem herself and her hasty words against the better team at Tactical Warfare and what better way to get it than to face off against yours truly, the man that only one other in the match was given less of a chance to win out of the four of us. I could really crack some of the dumb blonde jokes that Hudson was unleashing every step of the way but in that respect Josh Hudson is…well…dumb, the guy has smarts but verbally he doesn’t have much creativity flowing from the pores, but more importantly I would know that they weren’t true words I was speaking as your reputation does in fact more than precede you… That aside I really must say that the people that dare say a bad word against my methods of getting points across…well they are obviously blinded by the aura of complete and utter nonsense that escapes your mouth when the gums start to flap. just because I acknowledge your accolades Katie, it obviously doesn’t mean I have to like listening to you prattle on and on, sometimes about nothing, sometimes about the things closest to your heart that actually do make a difference in the world around us and not just the one inside Katie Steward’s head. I guess what it is going to come down to is who wants this more and what better way for me to show how much I deserve to be crowned the new champion at the Pay Per View, than to beat another multiple champion of various descriptions? People that overlook you and make a mockery of you may have a grain of truth in some of the things they say, yes I even mean Jake too in that statement, but I intend to not make such a mistake in this match Katie…as far as anything personal goes, this match is meaningless. To you, if you win this thing, you can simply say that you beat a lowly peon or whatever you royal types like to say…but myself, I get to say that I beat THE Katie Steward, the woman that’s acting is only overshadowed by her skill to ‘almost’ get things done in the ring nowadays, yet in spite of that has a truckload of things on her resume that I actually envy. I’ll get to show you why I have fought tooth and claw to get myself into a spot many others have been in, in years past...that I could only have dreamed of when I first joined the ranks of SCW last year. I may not have a list of championship wins and other such things to parade to the rest of the world Katie like you…but there is one thing I do have in spades and if you don’t know that by now after Tactical Warfare, you will sure as hell find out on Breakdown…so try not to let losing at Tactical Warfare get you down too much…I don’t want to hear any excuses about how and why I outshone a “Goddess” in that ring, and believe me, if I wasn’t aware of what you could do in the squared circle before? I am now! |
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