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| Kennedy Street vs. Stacy Kissinger | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2017, 04:36 AM (76 Views) | |
| Team Desire | Mar 11 2017, 04:36 AM Post #1 |
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SCW's Queen of Queens/The Goddess of Desire
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Kennedy Street vs. Stacy Kissinger 2 RP limit for singles; 4 RP per team (2 per character) Deadline: Noon ET Wednesday, March 15, 2017 |
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| Stacy Kissinger | Mar 15 2017, 02:30 AM Post #2 |
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Craig's Texas Rose
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ALBUM: Proof TRACK 5: “Stuck On The Wrong Street” ARTIST: Stacy Kissinger featuring Adrenaline Rush & The Starlets *The Prelude* It just hasn’t mattered where I’ve been and who I’ve come across in my life. The result has just almost always seemed to be the same, with me as the loser and trying to put my life back together again. The way I feel right now, at this very moment, I don’t even want to see him. I don’t want to be within the vision of my own fiancée, because if I was, I’d only be able to look down at the ground. Honestly, I’m dreading facing him. Why is that? Because just a little while ago I did something I know I shouldn’t have done. And now I know two people that probably hate me. Two people that I have been friends with for over a year now. I let all my shortcomings get to me and now it’s just best that I’m alone, for everybody’s sake. I don’t want this Terrible Tuesday to get any worse, so I didn’t tell any of them where I’ve gone, not even Craig. Where have I gone? A place I know very well, a place that has brought me to the past, and a place where everything went oh so wrong. He knows me well, but he won’t find me here. Besides, I don’t deserve to be found. Not after what I did earlier today… *Tuesday, March 7, 2017* Just yesterday on the day after Retribution, the entirely of Adrenaline Rush has made their way back north into Dallas. Being that they are definitely more comfortable with one another, all of them are together at a local indoor pool that Stacy knows very well. However being it’s winter and it’s even chilly now in Texas, none of the girls are in bikinis. All three of them are in different colored one-piece bathing suits, Jessica in pink, Charlotte in yellow, and Stacy in black. The two guys have on swimming trunks. For Tyler he has a towel draped around his shoulders. Currently Stacy is in the pool and Jessica’s in the adjoining hot tub by her lonesome, running one of her hands through her long hair. Craig keeps looking between Tyler and Stacy, repeatedly, as Charlotte is softly and lowly talking to Tyler about something. His look drifts over to where Jessica is sitting but then quickly looks back to the pool. He looks just in time as Stacy is swimming right towards his location and then steps up one of the ladders that’s inside the pool. Craig helps her up and she heads over to the towel bin to get a fresh towel to dry off with. Once she’s at the bin she just can’t seem to take her eyes off of Tyler. Craig notices, but doesn’t say a word. However the longer Stacy looks, the more you can see her glaring at him. Stacy holds her position until Charlotte gently rubs Tyler’s right shoulder with her left hand and then steps away from him for a bit, going to join Jessica over in the hot tub. It’s this moment that Stacy takes the opportunity to head right for Tyler. She doesn’t sugarcoat it as she is immediately right up in his face. Stacy: “I hate it Tyler. I hate it that you have the future SCW United States title shot and I have nothing. I had it won!” Clearly Tyler wasn’t expecting this from her, as he’s taken aback. But unlike how he would totally clam up and probably back off from a woman in the past, he replies to her. Tyler: “Stacy, I know how m-much you want to finally win a championship again, but I w-won. I don’t m-mean to throw it in your face either. You’re a friend to me and you’ve done so much to help me. Y-you brought me and Charlotte together. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I don’t want y-you to have envy and lash out at me. Oh god, I don’t want your head b-bashing against mine again!” None of this helps Stacy to calm down. Stacy: “I AM envious! I wanted that opportunity! Heck Tyler, I NEED that opportunity! And besides, I can handle Regan. You already showed that ya can’t!” Tyler: “B-but I won’t be facing Regan. I’ll be facing Amy.” Stacy: “And you’ll FAIL because of Regan bein’ in the way! It would have been FAR bettuh if I had to deal with an attack from Regan and not you! Mark muh words Tyler. I’m gonna get an SCW United States title shot, if ya become the champion or not! Though this should be MY shot! MINE!!!” Stacy clenches her fists and this gets Tyler to turn to start to run. He begins doing so and Stacy starts chasing him, clearly having lost herself. The two run a lap around the pool and Charlotte disembarks from the hot tub, interjecting her fully wet body right in between the two of Tyler and Stacy, getting them both to put on the brakes. Charlotte: “HEY! Stop it you two! This isn’t going to solve anything! Tyler babe, come with me. Stacy, maybe talk with Craig. Just… no more of this! Honestly, we’re all a team here! Act like one.” Charlotte is the most frustrated the rest of the group has ever seen her, but Tyler goes with her willingly into the pool. The two once they’re in bob like corks, only looking at one another, trying to calm one another down. Tyler looks really shaken though. Stacy no longer looks at either of them. She instead stomps to her regular clothing and scoops it up. Craig tries to stop her but Stacy is too quick. She doesn’t even look at him as she instead just pushes her way past her fiancée and then pushes the door that leads her out of the pool area. As soon as she’s gone, Craig sighs and just so happens to be looking right towards the hot tub. Jessica has her head down, clearly not liking what just went down either. Craig begins to gather up his things, seeing that Stacy will definitely be needing him. However he won’t be able to catch her as instead of changing back into her street clothes, Stacy has just tossed them into a bag and has instead just thrown her winter coat on over herself and quickly slipped her shoes on her feet. By the time Craig gets outside, Stacy has already boarded the bus and the bus has just left. Craig mumbles to himself before he disappears back inside. Craig: “Stacy…” Meanwhile Stacy just sits in the seat that she’s chosen, all the way until she is as close to home on the bus line that she can be. She rings the cord above her and the bus driver pulls the bus to a stop. She gets out and high-tails it down the street to home. However Stacy doesn’t go inside the house. Not like her mom’s home anyways, as her car isn’t in the driveway. Stacy instead opens up the garage door and immediately hops into the old 2009 Chevy Camaro SS that she won back at the end of 2009. Once she has it fully out of the garage she clicks the overhead clicker that’s in her car which drops the garage door. It’s now that she’s off, heading down to one of Dallas’s business districts, to a familiar part of town that Stacy remembers oh so well. It’s when she turns down this next street that it seems all of the old memories come flowing back into her head. She slows the car down and then parks it in a parking spot, right outside her dad’s old saloon. She just sits in the driver’s seat of her car now, just examining it from the outside. It’d old, run-down, and vacant, as ever since her dad was killed, no one has bought it. Stacy reaches into the glove compartment of her Chevy Camaro and it’s there that she finds it… the old key that she has to get into the saloon. Stacy: “It’s been so long… But I need to know. What road should I be on? What road? I deserve more than I’ve got!” No longer thinking about it Stacy gets out of the car and after closing and locking her car she immediately shoves the key into the lock and turns it. Once inside she can see it’s just about like how her father left it. The bar area still looks well-kept, minus the cobwebs and the dust, which is to be expected. But the front of the house has wooden chairs strewn about and a few tables pushed together. Stacy’s eyes venture to the small stage in the saloon, one she remembers oh so well. She closes her eyes for just a moment and from the looks of her eyes after she opens them, it’s clear she can still see vivid images of the past. She does her best to shake those from her thoughts and chooses to head behind the bar. It’s here that her eyes fall upon a bottle of heavy bourbon that is aged, but still very drinkable as its sealed tightly and not yet opened. Stacy takes it in her hands and sits the bottle of bourbon up on the bar top. It doesn’t take her long to pop the top open. After putting the top down on the bar Stacy just begins to glare at the bottle for a bit, not taking her eyes off of it. When her eyes finally do come off it some, she digs into her bag of belongings, which contains her sparkling black purse. From it she pulls the note that she had found at the O2 Arena in London, which definitely looks like it was meant for her to read. She reads out the contents again aloud, even though no one is around to hear her. Stacy: “Hello. You are reading this because I knew you’d come. I could tell how frustrated you were getting. I could tell you wanted to be alone. But you know what? Life sucks. Get over it. Instead take it by the horns, erm, thorns, and be who you were meant to be. Stop trying to be something you are not. Until you do, you will always fail. Until you do, you will always be seen as soft, by everyone.” She glares at the note just as she glared at the bourbon bottle. As her glare turns away back to her purse, it’s then that she sees it, her crimson Adrenaline Rush wristband, that has a picture of Craig and Stacy on it, side by side. Stacy sighs, looking possibly the most confused she’s ever looked, not to mention frustrated all at the same time. She looks at all three things. Stacy: “Which one is the right road… for me?” Stacy places her right hand on her forehead and just seems to think things over before she grabs the bottle of bourbon. She puts it right to her lips, but suddenly pulls it away from them, rears her right hand back, and just throws the bottle of bourbon, right at one of the walls of the saloon. It shatters into what’s likely to be thousands of pieces. As the bourbon runs all over, Stacy screams out before putting her head in her hands, just clearly not knowing what to do. *Tuesday, March 14, 2017: Atlanta, Georgia* Even though Atlanta here has gotten bitter cold, I’m colder than it. Yeah, I rejoined them, but have been extremely quiet and only wanting to spend time with Craig, mainly in silence. He can tell that I have a lot on my mind and has been so nice to me ever since I rejoined the group for the trip to the Southeast. But even though he’s here with me now, holding me while sitting on the bed with me, I’m still shivering. I’m hating what I’ve become, but unfortunately it is a part of who I am. I need to ask him. I need to stop being a clam shell and just put the cards right on the table. If he chooses to walk away from me, I’ll understand. Stacy: “Craig?” He doesn’t move his positioning to look directly at me, but at least I hear his voice. Craig: “Yes?” Stacy: “Do ya hate me? For what I did? ‘Cause if ya do, I understand if ya wanna walk away.” I try to reposition myself to take a look into his eyes, for the first time in days. He doesn’t allow me to do so, instead holding me firmly up against him, my head left just to the right of his. He’s taking time to reply to me, too much time for my liking. I hope he’s honest with me. Even if he’s blunt, as long as he’s honest. Craig: “Stacy, I don’t hate you. You should know better than to go after Tyler like that though. I thought we had agreed to leave it all in the ring. He was able to get the both of us out. He won fair and square. I’m proud of him, and you should be too.” I find myself swallowing hard. Stacy: “It’s not that I’m not proud of him. I am. It’s just… you know how much it means to be a champion once again Craig. My time, it’s runnin’ out. Maybe I just don’t have what it takes anymore to reach the top. I know ya told me not to do this and get all down on muhself, but I can’t help it. If ya don’t wanna continue bein’ with me, I understand. Just if ya don’t, please tell me now. I don’t like those kinds of surprises.” I feel a deep breath from him penetrate the back of my neck. It makes me shiver a bit more. Again I try to turn to see what he’s thinking, but he won’t let me as he still has me in a firm grip. Craig: “I know you don’t. But you just gave me a surprise I don’t want to hear. You had promised me that you wouldn’t get down on yourself. You even dove right into me that night and promised, and it’s that I can’t take.” Stacy: “Soooo… ?” He has me confused. All I can do is just sit here in his clutches for him to explain. Craig: “But if you think I’m going to leave you? NO! We both love one another and it wouldn’t just kill you Stacy if we split up. It would kill me too! Tyler and Charlotte, and I’m sure Jessica too, they’d all be devastated. Believe it or not, and I can see it, they all look up to US Stacy.” He releases me now, but then he shocks me by shoving me down completely in the center of the bed and holding me here. I try to look at his eyes, but he doesn’t let me do that. Craig: “On top of that, I understand. I know you’re fucking frustrated. Don’t you think I am too? Of course I am. Don’t you think Tyler’s frustrated that he is the only one of the three of us that has never won a championship? Yes! But the two of us are going to keep pushing on and pushing back until success happens for us. Now if you don’t want to go in that same direction, that’s your choice. But know this, no matter what you choose to do? I am NOT leaving you. I am not like the assholes and bitches you have had to deal with. If you think I am going to go down their same road, maybe you should drink a whole jug of Tyler’s parents’ coffee and wake the hell up! Because I’m not going anywhere!” He’s seething now and it’s making me shiver more. No man has ever confessed to me like he just has. I’ve been a bitch to Tyler and even worse, a bitch to Craig. They don’t deserve that. Only those who oppose us and hate us deserve that. I slide out from underneath him and get off of the bed, heading for the door, slipping on my jacket that’s hanging closest to it. Stacy: “I don’t deserve you right now Craig. I don’t deserve anythin’. I’m sorry, but I should go.” Craig: “Go? Where?” Stacy: “I have to think things through, alone. I know ya love me, and I do love ya too Craig, but please. Please don’t follow me. I’ll come to you, okay?” It’s just now that I realized I said all that coldly, though nicely. I don’t speak another word as I just take one last look at Craig before ducking out of the room and closing the door. The moment I close the door I can hear something hit the closed door. I walk away and head out of the building, right out into the now brisk Atlanta air. I just keep on walking, not stopping, not wanting to stay on any street for too long. All of them don’t feel like the right one. I need to find the right one, the one that will lead me to everything I’ve always wanted, both the man of my dreams AND a championship. *Wednesday, March 15, 2017: Atlanta, Georgia: Thoughts Of The Texas Rose* I can’t sleep, but I know that’s not cared about. I know not many of you care about me out there. I’m not looking to be cared about though. I’m not looking to be the SCW United States Champion just because I want to, what are the words everyone uses towards me, stay relevant? Yeah, those are it. Just by a name falling out of someone’s mouth, you make them relevant. So nope, I’m not looking for attention. I’m just trying to earn my keep. I’m trying to earn what I want, what I desire. I want and desire success and championship gold, but clearly I haven’t been on a road that leads to that. For years now I have watched as so many others have surpassed me. Somehow, some way, they have all taken the right roads that work for them. It hasn’t always been the high road, but in the end, they all made it to the end of the road on top because they were themselves. When I look around SCW today, the females that aren’t at the top, much like myself, haven’t been their true one hundred percent selves. I’m not the only one. I face Kennedy Street in less than 24 hours here in Atlanta. She is one of those that currently fall under the same category as me. I mean really, when has anyone ever known Kennedy Street to be a team player? The persona she’s showing off right now, it’s just not her. I know better. The last time Kennedy was due to face me in the ring, she disrespected me by practically wrestling naked against me! Heh, I bet she’ll probably just dispatch that one. But while a lot of people out there buy this “new Kennedy Street”, I’m not one that’s gonna buy it. I just know that one of these days she’ll just throw it all right back in everyone’s faces and go back to being who she really is. Just like how the rest of her family is. Of course I know they all still stick up for her and speak for her, but Kennedy, she should be able to speak for herself. She should be able to do what she wants to do. Heck, I don’t have anyone holding me back from doing what I feel I have to do! You don’t see Craig Thomas or Tyler Tucker speaking for me, nor will I ever speak for one of them! Just like how I never spoke for Gable Winchester or Rachel Tatum Lee when I partnered up with them. Throughout my years here in SCW it always seems like I’ve been the doormat for everyone, and I’ll be damned if I let it happen to me again! Tyler Tucker got just a bit lucky at Retribution, and trust me I want a chance at the SCW United States Championship too because of that, but what Kennedy’s family member Regan did to him afterwards? I’m not taking that lying down. None of the three of us are! None more than me however. My fiancée, he should have known better to stop me. I would have taken care of the Regan Problem REALLY FAST! Now though it seems I’ll have to wait to get my hands on her, instead having to settle for Kennedy. I’ll say this. I’ve NEVER been one to settle. It’s times like these where I am at my best and worst, all lumped into one. When I’m in the frame of mind I’m in, I’m dangerous, and while Mikaela Street… surprise, surprise… another Street talking for another… just laughs from a distance saying I’m not a threat… she’ll be singing a much different tune once she sees what happens to not just one member of her clan, but TWO! But putting all of the other Streets aside, tonight I’m going to be all about disposing of this sweet, nice, yet very fake Kennedy. Heck, even if fans boo me and it rattles Tyler as he hears it, I’m not gonna be fake out there. I’m a woman on a mission. While Kennedy’s most recent mission was to help out against PUNK HAZARD, my mission is to be to keep anyone with the last name of Street from winning the SCW United States Championship! Even if Kennedy finds a way around me tonight, it’s not gonna end in her favor. For her it’s going to end on a dead end street that will go nowhere. I know she wants to re-fire her career with Retribution now behind us. I know she wants to be a champion as well. But it’s not going to be easy for her! And that’s what’s going to drive her crazy! Kennedy will have to EARN her way back up to championship status, starting against me. The problem is I’m going to EARN my way back towards the SCW United States Championship by not just defeating her, but also making a statement! That statement isn’t that I’m fighting to remain relevant. That statement is that I am DESPERATE to be the SCW United States Champion once again! And that I am DESPERATE to make sure that no Street gets it before me! So Kennedy, I know the real you is in there. If you keep her locked away, Breakdown isn’t going to go how you expect it to. Heck, even if the REAL Kennedy Street shows up, it’s not gonna matter. Tonight, you’re about to become the first Street that will realize that this Texas Rose has a whole heck of a lot of thorns! Tonight, it will be a message sent to Regan Street and to anyone else that is chasing the SCW United States Championship! That message? At the end of the long and winding and unsuccessful road that I’ve been on for years now, it’s gonna be MINE! I’m going to FINALLY have everything I’ve worked so hard for. 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| Kennedy Street | Mar 15 2017, 08:20 AM Post #3 |
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