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| Sloan Sawyer vs. El Rudo | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 14 2016, 02:15 AM (131 Views) | |
| Team Desire | Oct 14 2016, 02:15 AM Post #1 |
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Sloan Sawyer vs. El Rudo 2 RP Limit per match Deadline: Noon ET Tuesday, October 18, 2016 |
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| Herald of Heat | Oct 18 2016, 04:39 AM Post #2 |
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[align=right]October 12th, 2005 [17 Years Old] 7:33am Tallahassee, Florida The Sawyer Residence[/align] The warm autumn air blows through an open window in the living room of the Sawyer family’s home. There’s no curtain hanging from the window and dancing in the wind this time. Instead, a small hanging plant in the corner of the room is swaying back and forth. Just below it, a large oak table is sitting with a purple backpack on it, half open and slumped against one of the matching chairs. Shuffling can be heard in the distance before Sloan Sawyer is seen rushing into the living room, a black purse in her hand. She’s wearing a pair of tight dark blue jeans and a black tank top, her hair dark red and parted to one side with just above her ear shaved off. She scrambles into her purse and pulls out a bit of lipsticks before applying it, looking at herself in the window as she pressed her lips together and smiles at her reflection. “Perf.” she says, throwing her lipstick back into her purse and slinging it over one shoulder. She snatches her backpack with her free hand and goes to rush towards the front door but stops, sighing as she lowers her head, her long hair dancing over her shoulder as she does. She rolls her eyes and stomps one foot before yelling out “Dad! Where’s my lunch money?!” Her father walks into the scene slowly, his belly popping out a little more than it did only a year ago and his head hair now matching his beard with the salt and pepper look. He scratches his beard as he stands in front of his daughter, his black t-shirt barely covering the bulge of his stomach as he sighs. “Do you have to leave for school so early, Tem? I was thinking we could--” Sloan cuts her father off by raising a finger and shaking her head. “Daddy, I told you. I have to meet Dylan at the corner at seven thirty. I’m already late!” Sloan holds out her hand and smacks it, signaling for her money, which causes her father to sigh as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill, placing it in her hand. Sloan smiles sweetly. “Thanks, Daddy. Love you!” She kisses her father on the cheek and rushes out the door, her hair dancing behind her as she does. The door slams shut and her father lowers his head and sighs. He says one final thing before Sloan is seen standing at her front door. “Have a good day…” Sloan takes a deep breath, the twenty dollars still gripped in her hand as she heads off the front deck of her home, stepping slowly down the wooden stairs. She walks the concrete path to the sidewalk and straightens her hair before turning and making her way down it, passing trees and houses as she walks at a brisk pace to meet up with the person she called Dylan. Suddenly, the serious expression on her face turns into a big smile as standing on the corner wearing a leather jacket and a ripped pair of jeans is a tall boy with long blonde hair, tied back into a ponytail. He has a black backpack slung over his right shoulder and a scowl on his face. Sloan speeds up to get to him quickly and he turns to her when she gets there, scoffing at her. “You're late.” Sloan lowers her head and digs the front of her shoe into the ground, sighing. “I know. I’m sorry. My dad--” Dylan scoffs. “Did he give you the money?” Sloan looks down at her hand and goes to hand it to Dylan but he snatches it from her before she can extend her arm all the way up. “Good. Now we can get blitzed and not have to listen to Mr. Fletcher in English class.” Sloan meekly smiles at Dylan and nods her head. “I’m gonna need some back to get food at lunch though.” Dylan laughs and shakes his head, sighing at Sloan. “Babe. I told you. I need the full twenty. Use your head.” He looks her up and down and scoffs again. “Besides. You could stand to miss a meal or two.” Sloan lowers her head, not even responding to him as he puts his arm around her, forcing her to walk and cross the street. She looks up at him and forces a smile. “Why do you have to talk to me like that, Dyl?” He shakes his head as they continue to walk towards school, sighing as he does. “Oh come on, Tem. You know I’m kidding.” Sloan tenses up a bit and sighs, shaking her head. “I’ve asked you not to call me that, Dylan. That’s what my dad calls m--” Dylan sighs and stops, moving in front of Sloan. He puts his hands on her shoulders and looks her in her eyes, the green of them bright in the morning sun. “I know. The fat man calls you Tem. Lighten up.” Sloan sighs. She goes to say something again, but Dylan speaks up first. “Look. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’ll go get the green. Meet me under the bleachers after second period.” Sloan looks up at him, curling her lip. “Okay… but I thought--” Dylan kisses her on the forehead. “Thanks, Tem!” he shouts as he runs off away from her. Sloan takes a deep breath and sighs, speaking to herself since there's no one around to hear her anymore. “I told you not to call me that.” She lowers her head and continues her walk to school alone, sighing as she does. As she heads down the street, her father can be seen a few blocks from the way she came, watching her as she walks, head lowered. He shakes his head and walks back towards their house, obviously concerned for his daughter as she heads off to school all alone. [align=center]xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - ♥ - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo[/align] [align=right]October 15th, 2016 10:45pm Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Scotiabank Place[/align] The fans can still be heard booing in the arena as the halls of the Scotiabank Place are riddled with commotion. Suddenly, the sound of Sloan Sawyer’s voice can be heard saying “Did you hear their reaction?!” as she skips into view, her hair slicked back with sweat from the match she just competed in. Diana Weston follows close behind her, her hair tucked behind her ears to keep it out of her face as Sloan turns around to face her, smiling from ear to ear. “They weren’t very happy. That’s for sure.” Sloan nods her head in agreement as she leans her head against Diana’s shoulder, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, a voice that was unfamiliar to the SCW audience before tonight speaks up as well. “Still aren't, from the sounds of it.” William Hush soon joins the Daughters of Darkness in view, smirking from ear to ear as he does. Sloan jumps up and down, clapping her hands quickly before she leaps at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “Not so hard, little one. Refereeing a match is hard work. I’m beat.” Hush smirks wickedly as Sloan lets go of him, patting his chest as she does. “Right right.” She looks from Hush to Diana and the smile on her face only gets bigger and bigger, the fans still booing louder and louder in the arena. She can barely contain her excitement. “Ah! I’m so happy you’re finally here, Hushy! Do you guys know what this means?!” Hush and Diana look to each other and then back to Sloan. “We have an idea, but I’m sure--” Sloan cuts Diana off, jumping up and down as she does. “It means we’re takin’ over this biotch!” Sloan extends her arms for high fives from her colleagues. Diana sighs and Hush just laughs, nodding his head and complying with her high five. Diana Weston reluctantly does the same. “And the best part is… there’s not a damn thing that anyone can do about it.” Sloan smiles at Hush and locks her arm around his, continuing on their way. Diana follows, as the halls of the arena are all that's shown. The last thing heard is a familiar voice in SCW asking the question that everyone wants to know. “Can I get a word? Please. William Hush? Why are you here?” [align=center]xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - ♥ - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo - - - xoxo[/align] [align=right]October 17th, 2016 9:06pm Miami, Florida Sloan Sawyer's Apartment[/align] “I guess this is how SCW treats one half of their future World Tag Team Champions. By insulting my ability in the ring with this… match.” Sloan Sawyer is seen staring out the window of her bedroom, her hand holding aside a long white curtain as she looks out at the bright moon in the sky. She’s wearing a pair of pink and black leopard print pajama pants and a black tank top, no bra straps to be seen under it. She looks a little annoyed, and without her tag team partner with her, that annoyance only builds and builds as she throws the curtain, turning to face forward as she does. “Can you believe this noise, rude boy? The nerve of Mr. Diddles forcing me to face you of all people just a few nights after the greatest moment in SCW history happened.” Sloan sighs, crossing her arms across her chest as she does, pouting a little. “But unlucky for you, mister man - at least I think - I plan on ending this little… slump I’ve been in when I’m on my own between those ropes.” Sloan nods her head up and down, furthering her point. “I’m done with all that losing mumbo jumbo. It’s time to focus my eye on the prize.” Sloan points to her own eyes with her index and middle fingers and then straight ahead as if she’s pointing to El Rudo. “That prize being the success of little ol’ me, Di Di and Hushy now that he’s here. Whether we’re alone or a unit, nothing is going to stand in the way of victory anymore. Not even someone like-- especially not someone like you.” Sloan nods her head and smirks, dusting her hands off. “I’ve come too far to let anything stop me from reaching my goal with Di, and I’ll be darned if I let you take that progress away from me. So on Breakdown, we face. I win. You lose. It’s that simple.” Sloan gives her head a quick nod, smirking ahead as she does. It’s obvious that she’s confident, and given what happened at Supreme Saturday, that’s to be expected. She leans forward and puts the back of her hand up next to her mouth, almost as if she’s about to tell a secret. She looks from side to side before smirking and speaking quietly. “I don’t know if you know this or not, El Rudo Loco, but I’m a three time Women's Champion and the greatest Tag Team Champion - with Di of course - that VWA has ever had. I’m kind of a big deal. Just because I’m in SCW now, doesn’t mean that that totes true fact has changed, you know?” Sloan laughs to herself, probably for a little longer than she should. “But don’t worry, bucko. This ain’t my first rodeo. I know a thing or two about what it’s like going up against people like you. People who think they’re better than me, when really… it couldn’t be further from the truth.” Sloan shakes her head from side to side, letting out a soft sigh as she does. “So puff your chest out real big, say all the mean things you want to say about what you’re going to do to me. Heck, even challenge me to come out to the ring alone or some garbage. Point is, I’ve heard it all before and I’m not listening to it. I refuse.” Sloan smirks wickedly before putting her fingers in her ears, closing her eyes and acting like a child not listening to their parents. “What you say doesn't matter. What you do doesn’t matter. Because the only thing that’s in your future is a loss… to little ol’ me. You can come at me until you’re blue in the face, it won’t make a lick of difference. If you watched Supreme Saturday, you would have seen what I’m capable of.” Sloan nods her head again, agreeing with her own words as she says them. “Heck. Just ask your Punk Hazard buddies, Alexa and what's his face. They’ll tell you what I can do. Maybe they’ll even save you a little bit of disappointment by convincing you that you’re walking into a losing battle on Breakdown. Wouldn't that be nice?” Sloan smiles sweetly into the camera, her demeanor completely changed now. “After all, what are friends for if not to stop you from making horrible horrible mistakes, hm?” The Herald of Heat winks at the camera, mocking her opponent with her actions as well as her words, proving just how confident she is in her ability to walk out of Breakdown victorious. “It won’t be long now, rude boy. It won’t be longer until Di and I are on top of the world with Hushy, and people like you are no more than a forgotten memory of SCW’s past.” She waves her hand forward, as if to brush her opponent away from what she’s saying. “The Daughters of Darkness and William Hush are taking over this company, one match at a time and you have the unfortunate task of being my first opponent after Hushy's debut.” Sloan feigns crying, rubbing her hands against her cheeks. “Boo hoo for you. Just promise me somethin’, wouldcha?” Sloan leans into the camera again, this time with a sincere look on her face as she speaks directly to El Rudo now, rather than talking at him. “When the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared… when you’re laying flat on your back in the middle of the ring, staring up at those pretty lights and wondering which ones are real and which ones are in your head… when your jaw hurts so badly from my knee crushing it that you wish you could make the pain go away, promise me this…” Sloan interlocks her fingers in front of her, pulling her arms together. She smiles sweetly and tilts her head to the side. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The Princess of Perf smiles sweetly before skipping out of view, leaving the view outside her bedroom window the only thing that’s seen. Rain begins to hit the window pain, slowly at first and then picking up, as the moon slowly sinks out of view behind a cloud. |
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| Max Kane | Oct 18 2016, 11:00 AM Post #3 |
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