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SCW Sunday Night Cruise Sunday September 23rd Sunday Night Cruise Austin Texas Venue: Travis County Expo Center RP Deadline: Sunday September 16th 11:59cst Show Up: Sunday September 23rd by 9pm CST ~Opening Match~ Namtab versus Jessica Tendonin Jessica Tendonin was successful and got a win over Avris Mardini at Overdrive. This show she takes on the newcomer Namtab. Will Jessica continue her winning ways or will Namtab show that Jessica got a fluke win and pull out the upset instead? ~Second Match~ Brandy Danielle versus Mr.Pornstar Brandy Danielle can’t seem to get a break in FTWO, but now she is in SCW and will take on a man who has picked up several wins. Will Brandy be able to get a win over Mr. Pornstar, or will Mr. Pornstar make quick work of Brandy, and add to her humility? ~Third Match~ Damon Cross versus Jesse Owusu Damon Cross was on the edge of possibly becoming the Windy City champion when Caedes suddenly sold FTWO to Jordan Post. Now Cross faces a host of new opponents. Will Cross run over the new people like he did the FTWO roster, or will Jesse Owusu stop Cross in his tracks ~Main Event~ Hector Venegas versus Sickle This was a match scheduled for Sacrifice, and it will take place at Cruise, but this time it’s the main event. Sickle and his group have been attacking people right and left, but VLR, who’s numbers now include Hector have a chance to put Sickle in his place. Will Sickle get the win, or will Hector be victorious? RP DEADLINE IS SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 16TH 1159 CST PLEASE NOTE WHICH SHOW YOU ARE ON TO MAKE SURE OF YOUR RP DEADLINE |
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| Little Victory | Aug 31 2012, 04:47:56 PM Post #2 |
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We were in the Playbox Inc building for two intervieuws and one was in the gym with Mr.Pornstar.Yes a gym full with people some very known and some who never seen before! We had to wait Mr Pornstar was sparring with the legend himsellf James Thomas sr yeh Tum Tum. Mr.P.Sorry boys that had to wait I had to take this chance sparring with a man saw as teenager live and on tv. Before ask my private life ain,t no issue because Playbox Inc will give a statement when all is ok! About me opponent coming event sorry girl have heard many good things about you and also many bad facts about you. Tum Tum do respect you as a coach and trainer but also calls you a rogiush bitch with no backbone. Don,t ask me Why but he knows much about you as manager and wrestler. Mr Pornstar grab his cup of tea and take a zip after using a towel to wipe away the sweat. Mr P.Brandy I know this match mean very much for you and fact you don,t like anybody from Playbox Inc mated interesting. Your a married woman so knows what me wife feels or better said your hubby knows what Stormy Weather feels. I know you are 100% a real woman something have seen differt in Playbox Inc yes transgender wrestlers. Brandy you ain,t no lady in the ring neither I a gentleman so can get rough that we know both! I know like said earlier you wanna win this match maybe to earn respect or some other reason? But when me wife would visit me nackstage and you lay one finger on her,I let you feel it 110% and that,s the truth! Tum Tum comes back and wisger something in Mr Pornstar ear who leave us to re-enter the ring to go further with sparring. Do we believe Mr Pornstar means everything he said Yes do we believe he can beat Nrandy Danielle Mo. We saw some chicks on the bar let,s talk off camera with them bye! |
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| Namtab | Aug 31 2012, 09:21:00 PM Post #3 |
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It’s dark out. It’s always dark out when he makes his move. It makes everything easier. Less chance of being seen. Less chance of failure. And failure is something that is never an option. He stands on a nearby rooftop, watching, waiting… He’s used to the wait by now. These things never happen quickly. It’s always a lengthy process. A game of cat and mouse, if you will. He, the hunter, stands ready to pounce on his unknowing prey. It’s a clear night. The moon shines down, but he remains unseen in the shadows. He knows just how to avoid the city lights. He’s spent the majority of his life doing it. Even as a child, growing up in that god awful orphanage, he’d sneak out into the streets at night. He’d get caught from time to time, returning just before dawn, and the orphanage director would put him in a room by himself for a few days. But he learned from his mistakes. As the years went on, he was caught less and less. Even the children he roomed with became less aware of his sneaking out. By that time he was free to prowl the city. And he was glad. He hated that place. The nights when he wasn’t sneaking out, he’d lie in his bed, his eyes shut tightly, as he dreamed of a home he’d never see again. His parents, his loving parents, which were stolen from him. Killed by some low life thug over pocket change. He didn’t know all the details, but he knew enough. The man had never been caught. He didn’t hear how the investigation had gone, but he knew that the man had got away. He swore to himself every night that someday, somehow, he would find that man and bring him to justice, one way or another. A smile creeps onto his face as he stares down into the street. Two men exit a popular night club, passing by the line of anxious party goers. They make their way down the street, while he follows swiftly along the rooftop. He can hear the men speaking. Too faint to make out the words, but loud enough to understand they’re having a conversation. He’s anxious now. He wants to strike, but he must wait for the second man to leave. He wants his prey alone. He can’t afford any mistakes. Finally, they arrive at their cars. He watches as the target’s friend climbs into an automobile. He can feel his heart beat faster, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. But they’re still too close together. The other man needs to leave. He swears silently under his breath as the target begins to head for his car. This is it, it’s now or never. If the target gets away, then all of this was for nothing. Weeks of plotting, studying the target’s habits, would all go down the drain. The prey is leaving the city tomorrow and who knows when he’ll be back. He’ll just have to move in. Take them both out, if necessary. He could handle it, easily. He’s handled tougher. The only good that came from his time at the orphanage, it taught him how to fight. And not just childish scraps, but fighting for survival. It was common for the children to be covered in bruises. Broken bones weren’t unheard of. When he first arrived, he was an immediate target. But he survived. He learned how to defend himself. After dozens of cuts and bruises and the odd broken limb, he was capable of taking on half a dozen of the kids at once. And many of them were much larger than him. He no longer feared pain. He knew what had to be done to ensure his own survival. And after a time, the other children would finally leave him alone. The car of the target’s friend pulls out of its parking spot and begins making its way down the street. The target opens the door of his own car and bends down to enter the driver’s seat. The hunter is ready. The prey has no idea what is about to happen. He’s four stories up from the street, but he’ll be able to reach the ground without causing himself any sort of injure. He just needs to hurry. He grasps the wooden baseball bat tightly in his right hand and rushes toward the edge of the rooftop. As he dives over the side, He throws down a hooked rope with his left hand. It catches on the edge of the roof, securing itself tightly. The target is still unaware, that is, until the baseball bat smashes through his windshield. The target jumps backward away from the car in fear, landing hard on the ground on his back. The prey sits up, sore from the landing and glances around frantically. The hunter lands on the street, still hidden in the shadows. Hunter: It’s time you pay for what you’ve done… Target: W-what?! Who’s there?! Hunter: I am the bringer of justice… Target: Please! Don’t hurt me! Tears of fear fill the target’s eyes. The hunter steps out from the shadows, revealing himself to the man. Target: Why are you doing this?! Hunter: You know why! All those people you hurt! All the lives you’ve ruined! Target: What are you talking about?! I’m a business man! Hunter: One that’s been corrupted by corporate greed! You had 40 employees fired, just to get a bigger bonus! Target: That’s what this is about?! Hunter: Three of those people committed suicide, did you know that?! The target lowers his head. Target: It’s unfortunate it came to that… But it’s not my fault… Hunter: You honestly believe that? You can look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t lose sleep at night because of what you’ve done? The target’s eyes remain fixed on the street. Hunter: ANSWER ME!!! The target cowers in fear, shielding himself with his arms, as though he was protecting himself. Target: Okay! I admit it! It’s my fault! All of it! I’m the one that gave the idea to the board! I suggested letting them go! It was all me! Hunter: That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Target: Are you going to let me go? Hunter: Like all those people were let go? No… The target lets out a scream as the hunter approaches him. It’s morning now. Must be after 9:00. He sits up in his bed and stretches, his face hidden by a shadow. His window is open. The noise from the street below would have woke a normal person, but after the night he had, he would have slept through a hurricane. He reaches over to the remote on the nightstand and turns on the TV. TV: We’re just receiving an update now on the situation at Ferguson Industries. After last night’s bizarre attack on employee Jacob Stuart, Stuart is stating that he will be donating all future bonuses he receives to the families of the 40 employees that were recently let go. Chairman of Ferguson Industries, Donald Ferguson, has yet to comment on the situation. The remote clicks again, turning off the TV. He smiles as he crawls out of bed and makes his way across the small apartment. It’s not much to look at. Old, worn out furniture is scattered throughout the place. The entire apartment is comprised of only two rooms. The bathroom, and everything else. The location of the bathroom does provide a bit of privacy for the bedroom, creating an L-shape in the main room. But it didn’t matter to him. It’s not like he ever had company over. He spends his entire life alone. The only thing that matters to him is focusing on his task. Putting an end to crime and injustice. Having friends and people to care about would only slow him down. He works solo, a lone wolf. But soon he’ll be forced to enter the public eye. He’ll have no choice but to socialize with others. He needs money. And beating up street thugs just doesn’t seem to pay the bills. So to solve his financial problems, he’s signed up to compete in Starstruck Championship Wrestling. It should be a fairly simple job for him, getting to use his greatest skill, fighting. He’s weighed all his options, considering that he technically breaks the law whenever he goes out. But he knows the police and all the citizens support his actions. He does what no one else can. So when police reports come in, they often look the other way. But this, joining SCW, will be entirely different from what he’s used to. These aren’t your common street thugs he’ll be facing. These are trained athletes that he would normally have no reason to go after. But they’ll all be battling it out for the same reasons. To prove their dominance. To show the world why they call themselves the best of the best. He’s ready for it. He’s been training his body for months. Stepping up his usual work out to prepare for foes that can fight smart. Now is the time to show the world what he’s capable of. The hunter exits the bathroom and, with his mask now on, stares into a video camera. Man: I know I’m not what any of you expected. I know I’m not the kind of person that normally associates themselves with something like professional wrestling. But I’ve spent my entire life fighting. I’ll show each and every person in Starstruck Championship Wrestling that I deserve to be there. I’ll show them all just what I can do. Sunday, September 23, I make my debut in SCW. I promise it will be a show that no one will want to miss. I go one on one, in the opening match, with Jessica Tendonin. Now, I want to make it known that I normally don’t hit girls, but I want to make sure she understands I’m going to do whatever it takes to defeat her. She’ll be the first one to fall to me, and I can guarantee she won’t be the last. You’re looking at the man who is going to take SCW by storm. For now, you can call me Namtab. But soon, you can call me SCW World Champion. Namtab taps the side of the camera and the screen goes black. |
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| Nash | Sep 1 2012, 05:02:41 PM Post #4 |
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***even though they on purpose debuted on the last Overdrive, I'm placing it here to continue FTWO thread*** ------------ Part One Fade into the living room area of the Venegas household where our subject lays ont the couch face down with an ice bag on his back. His back still hurts from winning his last world championship in a barbed wired cage match. He's watching the latest footage of FTWO where he watches Coven of Set reveal themselves and attack further members of the roster. He grimaces in pain and grabs his hair, closing his eyes in frustration. Memories flood from his days in gangs. He shakes his head and switches off the television, desperately wanting them to go away. In the mean time, his wife Martha is watching from the hallway. Martha: What's going on, baby? Are you okay? Hector: I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of seeing my sisters and brothers get attacked. People I respect in this business are getting attacked all to satisfy this fool's ego. Martha: Now you know what you put us through for the past couple decades... There's an awkward silence as Hector's eyes go wide open in fear. His biggest fear was confirmed. He was putting innocent lives in dangers once again to quench his thirst for revenge. His Diablo personality ended careers and made people think that death was on it's way, yet until he saw Brandy Danielle getting attacked it never sunk in how it must feel to the victims. Martha: (sigh) I think Jason had a bigger effect on you than you'd like to admit... He scoffs, interrupting her mid sentence. Martha: We've been trying to tell you this for years, Hector. It's only fun and games till someone you care about gets hurt. You no longer have anything left to prove to anyone, baby. You paid your dues. Enough is enough. Hector: (sigh) I know, I just wish I could do something about it... He turns on the radio to calm down slightly. Instead, you hear a SCW commercial recapping the last episode of overdrive. He freezes at the mention of a familiar name... Viva La Revolucion. He hadn't heard that name in years... Even more disturbing is hearing the attacks by Shane Warner detailed on the radio. He shakes his head, clearly disappointed once more. Instead, he flicks off the ice bag and goes to grab his trench coat. Martha: Baby, where you going? Hector: I'll be back in a few. I got some business to attend to. He walks out the door as she tries hard to catch up to him no avail. Martha: Be careful... Fade to black. Part Two - A couple days later... Fade into the Herrera Training School where we see our subject walk into one of the dorm rooms with Alejandro and Antonio walking closely behind him. He instructs them to close the door and sits on the bottom bunk. They look surprised at the amount of secrecy behind the visit as Antonio speaks first. Antonio: What's up, homie? Where'd you run off to last few years? We were worried sick about you. Hector: Long story, bro. I let the biz consume me to the point I set the people I care about behind unintentionally. It's what brought me to today. I'm sorry I treated y'all like shit. You guys did a lot to help me and I never took the time to say thanks or even pay you back... He trails off as a short silence strikes. He looks down as if trying to find out how until Antonio interrupts him. Antonio Don't worry about it, man. We've had just as much fun watching you finally hit the bigs and represent our raza the right way. Hector: (sigh) I wish I could say the same. I'm downright ashamed of what I did to get most of what I got. I didn't want to become this... this... this animal. He says it with a scoff as Alejandro looks on in awe. Antonio looks like he's about to speak once more till Alejandro shoves him slightly. Alejandro: It's great to see you've matured unlike Tony... Antonio grunts which only causes Hector to chuckle shortly after. Alejandro: Look, I understand where you're coming from. We been trying to fight for equality of our raza for weeks all for people to not take us serious. Up until now, we had no idea how to get it done but I feel if you embrace who you really are and the brother we knew, it would help both of us immensely. The brother we knew was a kidder that just liked having a good time. I'm not sure who you're trying to fool, bro, but we know you're better than that. Hector: Why would you want a monster like me representing? Alejandro slaps his own forehead and raises his voice slightly. Alejandro: Look at you, man! You came from dirt to become a three time world champion! You just came back from successfully retaining in a barbwired steel cage! Do you have any idea how much of this valley still dreams of being able to say that? We all make mistakes but the fact of the matter is you've helped us in more ways than you would admit. Remember your roots, man... we weren't always this way. We shared that tiny apartment with you and Martha just to be able to scrap by. It's a miracle we even were able to live it out together! Hector: I guess. I just feel like a hypocrite after all the pain I caused all of these people. Alejandro: You're not, all that proves it that you're human and admit your mistakes. That makes you a better person. You know what it's like to be on the other shoe and have more motivation to want to see it gone. Do you want Coven of Set gone or not? Hector is caught by surprise by said statement causing Alejandro to laugh. Alejandro: Come on, man. Just cause you became a hermit don't mean I stopped caring about my hermano. Now, answer me... do you want to make them pay for attacking our familia or not? Hector nods. Alejandro then motions for Antonio to walk over towards a nearby duffel bag taking out a spare VLR shirt. Antonio tosses it to Hector and nods. He looks at the design and his eyes go wide open at the name. Alejandro: We're in this together, man! We came up from the indies and dominated that shit, together! It's time the wrestling world understands who the superior raza is, you feel me? No more backing down. No more being spit on or bullied. Hector nods and proceeds to put it over his existing shirt as they all high five. Alejandro: Come on, bro. Let's go tell the news to Martha if she's anywhere nearby. I bet she's gonna flip. They all laugh as they head out the room. |
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| Kinvar | Sep 1 2012, 07:10:43 PM Post #5 |
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The two women were masters of their craft. They had both been at it for many years, and today, they were culminating the last few months of training. One of them was quite large, weighing in at over two hundred pounds and being just over six foot tall. The smaller of the two, a brunette Latina who had been very vocal about defeating the other woman, was about six foot tall, and weighed in the neighborhood of one hundred and eighty pounds. As they continued to struggle, the crowd cheered for their pick, hoping that they would win. The smaller of the two women was almost fully pinned down, but she had her back and left shoulder up. Jessica watched as her sister struggled to find a way out of the hold. This was for the freestyle championship, the title Ashley had failed to win the previous year. The two referees were watching closely, looking for a sign that the match was over. Ashley was not in an advantageous position at the moment, but she could fight her way out, if she would…and then she did. Three seconds later, Ashley had wiggled out from under her adversary and had flipped her over. They struggled only briefly before Ashley pinned her to the satisfactory of the referees. The medium sized crowd began sheering, as Ashley Wallace was declared the winner. Jessica jumped from her seat, excited. She rushed onto the floor, in a gesture that was intended to be hug but ended up being more of a tackled, she ran into her older sister. They hugged and began speaking in Spanish excitedly. Shortly afterward, the crowning ceremony was held. Jessica and her sister were mirror images, save for Jessica being several pounds heavier and a few inches taller, but on that day, no one would mistake the two women. Later that evening, Ashley and Jessica was in Jessica’s Challenger, on a mostly empty high way, riding. Jessica was doing twice the speed limit of sixty miles per hour, weaving around the occasional car. The excitement still hadn’t worn off, and they were planning to hit a party a friend in Columbus was throwing for the occasion. “I’m really excitedly to see Allie,” Ashley said, smiling as the outside world burst past. “It’s been too long since we last saw her.” Jessica nodded, agreeing. It was too often that they made plans with their friends and ended up having to cancel. Jessica slowed down, seeing another Challenger. She slowed enough to admire it before pumping the gas again. The other drive assumed it was a challenge, and they tried to catch up, flooring their accelerator. It was a lost cause. They had a base Challenger, whereas Jessica not only had an SRT8 HEMI, but a custom built one at that. Her beast could top out at about two hundred miles, under the right circumstances. The other driver fell back quite fast, and Jessica and her sister laughed. “You remember when papa used to do that? Bait people with his HEMI and then floor it?” Jessica asked as they headed farther south. “Indeed. I was in the front seat for that, too. I think you inherited a few more of his traits than we thought,” Ashley replied, pulling out her beeping phone, looking at her text message. More congratulations, it read. She smiled, typing out a reply. For the next half hour, the two sisters bounced between jokes, small talk, plans for the next day, and several other topics. When they arrived, they were yanked inside the building and quite literally dragged to the room where the party was being hosted. The hotel was very forgiving about the noise at 7PM in the evening, Jessica supposed. The noise doubled when they were seen, and then all hell broke loose. Hugs, kisses, handshakes, words of congratulatory meaning, etc. were passed around so fast that Jessica’s head began to spin. After the party, Jessica and Ashley agreed it would be simpler for her to spend the night with Jessica and LT, who had plenty of room for her. Arriving home, Jessica backed into the garage. They went inside and after a few moments, they departed, Jessica going to her bedroom and Ashley going to the one she usually slept in. Jessica closed her door and began stripping. She hadn’t realized how sweaty and smelly she was. Tossing her clothes into the receptacle in the corner, she went to her dresser, pulling out a clean bra and pair of panties, which landed on her bed. In addition, she took out a blue and black chemise from the closet. She felt like being covered, tonight. Speaking as she went inside the bathroom, the system activated the lights as she commanded them ‘On.’ A nice warm bath, she felt was in order. She leaned over the in-floor tub, tapping the panel and turning the water on after activating the stopper. She went to the closet in the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth as well as a bigger towel to dry off with. Jessica also took a moment to decide bottle of bubble bath to use. She landed on Japanese Cherry blossom, one of her favorite scents for relaxing. Dumping the whole bottle into the water, Jessica tapped the panel for the tub, bringing it to life again. She set it to automatically stop. The scent of the bubble bath soon seduced her and she sank into the water, deep enough for it to tap her chin. “Lights Off!” She commanded, casting the bathroom chamber into darkness, punctuated only by the sound of her breathing and that of the running water. Several moments later, the darkness was joined by its best friend, silence. Jessica closed her eyes, sitting in a niche in the tub that was designed for the patron to sit in. It even had a strap one could use, in case they planned on napping, or thought they might fall asleep. Jessica thought the events of the past few days. She’d finally had her first match in SCW, and was successful, although she was hoping for something more challenging. That same night, it was announced that FTWO and SCW would be merging, under the SCW name, moving forward. How she felt about that, she wasn’t sure. One thing she WAS sure of, however, was that a merger in the roster meant one of her old rivals, Brandy Danielle, would likely be in SCW. Jessica smiled in the dark, remember the last time they had met. Soon, Jessica fell asleep, and when she woke up, the water was quite cold. She unstrapped herself and began bathing in the darkness. Even though the water was cold, she knew the soap in the water was sufficient to clean her, as she had dumped an entire bottle. As she was finishing up, the door opened and her sister and her husband entered, flipping the light on. Jessica looked at them, rolling her eyes. “Jessica!” Ashley nearly screamed, rushing over to the side of the tub. Bracing herself, Ashley lifted her sister out with a few grunts, cursing her for being so heavy. “Were you in there all night?” Jessica looked at her sister, then at her husband who was in boxers and a robe. “All…….n-n-n-night? W-w-w-what do you m-m-m-mean?” Jessica stuttered, realizing how cold she was. Jessica began shivering and then she got dizzy. LT grabbed one of her thick towels and several smaller ones from the closet. Kneeling beside his nude wife, He laid the larger towel out and laid her on it. He tossed a few towels to his sister in law. “She’s been in the cold water too long. Looks like Hypothermia is about to set in. Rub her with the towels,” He said, doing the same. After a few moments, she stopped shivering so much, but Jessica was still quite cold. She could feel herself not being quite warm on the inside as she was supposed to be. “Full house, Heat On, Temperature 100.” LT said, speaking to the computer system. In seconds, the beep was heard, confirming the command. After a moment, Lucius felt the room begin to heat up. Two days later, after having been to the ER and back home with lots of rest, Jessica was fine. The doctor told her to get plenty of rest, which she did. She was in the kitchen when LT snuck up behind her, placing his hand on her stomach, rubbing her shirt as he kissed her neck. “I guess this means you aren’t worried any more, now that you’re trying to seduce me?” Jessica ask playfully, touching his hand and tilting her head to give him better access to the spot on her neck which he always seemed to find. “Just making sure, my love,” Lucius said, turning her around. He reached behind her and lifted her up onto the counter with ease and as they kissed, he began unbuttoning her shirt. Ever since Jessica had been using a more intense workout regimen, her physique had been rapidly changing. Lucius had told her on numerous occasions that his favorite change was her abs area, which had become a very visible, very sexy ‘six-pack.’ At last, he had access and he rubbing the front of her body, causing her to sigh with delight as they built up the tension. “I guess this beats renting it on TV, even if it is my baby sister,” came a voice from the other side of the room. Jessica looked around her husband, seeing her sister standing in the doorway, smiling as they squirmed from the joke. “Ashley! We were only-” Jessica began trying to explain. Why, she didn’t know. “Hey, I didn’t say anything,” Ashley said, laughing at the redness in Jessica’s face. “You are a married woman, in your own home, in the arms of a loving husband. And, well, let’s face it. We take after mom and her sexy Paraguayan beauty. I think there would only be an issue if dear Lucius here COULD keep his hands off of you, sis.” Jessica jumped down from the counted and tackled her sister, and the two of them began laughing as they played. Lucius just watched them, having a false bored expression on his face. Amused, he wondered how, at thirty years old, both of them still found time to wrestle around on the floor laughing and giggling like kids. Then, he remembered growing up wasn’t in their nature. Hell, even their baby brother had more maturity on his shoulders than those two, he said to himself. Later that day, Jessica was in her office, preparing to record her promotional video package for her upcoming match. She had done a bit of research on her upcoming opponent, a man named Namtab. She felt she had found out very little about him, but that was better than nothing. Using her remote, she started the camera. “I had been saying I wanted a match here in SCW for quite some time. Last week on Overdrive, I got that match, against Avris Mardini,” Jessica began, looking into the lens. “I admit, I was excited to finally be competing, but when I came down to the ring, that excitement faded rather rapidly. Avris Mardini was like some chump jobber, thrown to the beast that is gracefully known as Jessica Tendonin.” Jessica leaned back in the chair, looking off camera for a moment. “My opponent will be making his debut here soon, as I did last week. Now, understand this. I am not, nor have I ever claimed to be psychic, but I can tell you what is going to happen in this match at Cruise. Jessica Tendonin, wife of SCW North American Champion Lucius Tendonin, will meet in the ring with Namtab. In that meeting, I plan to be victorious once again. I’d like to list a few differences, and maybe similarities, between myself and my opponent. “Whereas I grew up with a loving family, Namtab was forced to live the life of an Orphan. Where I had friends in school and in my neighborhood, Namtab grew up having to defend himself against the people he lived with. Where I have been doing this for more than half my life, Namtab is just getting started. He likes to play dress up, well, so do I, every once in a while. We’re pretty close in size, give a few pounds. These things considered, I say I am fully ready for whatever challenge may or may not lie ahead when going into this match. “At Cruise, I won’t be the new person. No, I have a bigger question mark on my head. This one asks can I get a winning streak going. Was I simply lucky last week? I do not think I was. As a matter of fact, I won with relative ease. I hope that will not be the case with Namtab. I want to feel like I earned whatever the result is when the bell rings for the second time in our matchup. That being said, I’m about done here. Three words to my opponent, if he can figure them out; La batalla está cerca.” With that, Jessica stopped the camera. After spending ten minutes editing the video and uploading it, she left her office, planning to go out with a few friends who were in town. Grabbing her keys, she closed the door to her office and left. |
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| Lightning | Sep 12 2012, 07:58:53 PM Post #6 |
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Note: This is the second in my” Reaction” series. The aim of this CD series is to get reactions from those closest to Brandy on her recent attitude change. Scene 1: A Simple Reaction: Rich Anderson. The cameras now fade in to our subject, Rich, who is seen on his own, for once, as he asked for this time, to tell his reactions to his wife’s recent change. He was wearing a Hartford Whalers jersey, which was home white, blue and green in color. He had a pair of cargo shorts on and a pair of shades. His Chuck Taylors were black. As he speaks, let’s listen in. Rich Anderson: You know, recently, my wife underwent a significant attitude change, after being attacked by unknown assailants. She’d had enough and came to me for advice on what to do. And what I am about to say, may shock you all. But let me preface it by saying this. As he paces a bit, thinking of how to say this, he sighs a bit, knowing this crowd would not understand just how it happened. He then speaks, with a tone of seriousness, for once in his life, in his voice. He wanted this to get across as best as he could. Rich Anderson: A few years ago, Brandy was part of GDW, where she was a total bitch. She nearly lost everyone that cared about her, me included. But when everyone else wanted to walk, I stayed, helping her change because I could tell she wanted it. I could tell she wanted to change. He then smirks, taking note of the look of the arena settings. Grey walls with very little on them. A completely lifeless backstage area, as it was three hours prior to showtime. As he spoke, he really wished something would be done to these walls. But that was irrelevant for now. Rich Anderson: With that said, last week, she came to me basically in tears. For the first time in four years, she was crying. In between those tears, she asked me what to do about it. And what I told her was “Baby, you got to be a bitch again. People aren’t taking your current attitude seriously. They see you as another happy go lucky, Mary Jane diva. You aren’t that. You need to change. He then takes a seat in a nearby blue folding chair. As he dusts off his jersey, and ties his shoes, he smiles, knowing how to continue this. He knew just what to say and how to say it. But how would it be received? Rich Anderson: I then sat her on the bed and said “Brandy, you need a new look and a new name if you want to channel your past attitude. The Brandy Danielle look, while very sexy, isn’t going to work here. Get rid of your glasses and get contacts, for one. As for the attitude, you need to quit caring what the fans think. You pander to much to them. Focus on you. Focus on your career. Find yourself some allies. Some allies that will watch your back no matter what. And that’s what she did. She has not told me who they are yet but just that she has them. Rich Anderson: But a lot has been made about the change. The question I got most was do I approve of it. Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? It makes her much more fearsome in that ring and much more aggressive. As for the change, I love it. I think it makes her hotter. A blonde with tattoos? God that is so hot. But I do approve of all things she’s done, in fact, I paid for the blonde hair job and the tattoos. At that time., Brandy walks up, wearing leather pants, a short bra top that showed the tattoos on her arms. She also wore heeled boots as well as a black do rag. She really looked hot in that leather jacket she had on. As she removes it, she speaks, smirking a bit. Brandy Danielle: That’s right. Rich talked me into changing. But see, I’ve said for months now that I have backup and for that time all of the people wondered who it was. Well enough stalling. I will bring my backup in right now. Here they are. Viva La Revolucion, seconded by someone I am very close to. Hector Venegas. Hector then walks up, and smirks at the announcer and then looks Brandy over and smiles at the new look. It was about time that she changed up this part of her as well and felt that he should provide his two cents about this. Hector Venegas: Brandy. Whats up mi Hermana. Loving the new attitude and the new look. But yes, as she said, myself and mi hermanos from Viva La Revolucion are the backup she has been talking about for the past few months or so. We are sick of her getting attacked from behind and know she can do much better. The attitude change is gonna help her and we’re gonna help her stay in that mentality. She needs that focus that her previous attitude took away. She knows she has it but needs that focus. This is why we are here. We are also here to make sure my sister does not get attacked by a certain group of folks again. She can defend herself but can’t take these idiotas on by herself. As the scene fades off, Hector and Brandy are seen shaking hands, as the rage fills brandy’s eyes. She’d had enough of the attacks on her and was glad someone was backing her up. As Brandy smiles, arrogantly, the scene finally fades to black. Scene 2: The Shoot of Shoots As the scene finally returns, Brandy is seen, looking very happy at what went down. Hector was still in the background, as was VLR. As she got ready to speak, a cross look crossed her face. This guy just rubbed her the wrong way.[/i] Brandy Danielle: Mr. Pornstar? Really? You gave me a pornstar? Good god. Well, this should be easy as half the stuff he said made no sense. But I’ll give it my best shot here. So here it goes. Brandy smirks, as she thinks of where to go from here. There were a lot of ways she could take this and she planned to go all of them. But here was one way she could continue on. She smiles, almost obliviously, as she spoke. Brandy Danielle: First off, you say I don’t like anyone in your industry. You’re right. I detest porn and anyone who has the extreme stupidity to go through it. It’s the lowest form of scum and objectivity on the planet. It objectifies my very gender in ways unimaginable. And it also makes me sick to my stomach to see my own gender want to put themselves through that. Being jeered at because your nude and want to do it for money. Something I wont ever do because unlike most women, I have morals. I have the common sense to hate the industry with a passion. Brandy then walks on down the hall, as she motions the cameras to follow her. She wanted to be sure her opponent was watching this promo because the points she was making…well we’ll get there in a minute.As she stops, she speaks. Brandy: And why does my being married have anything to do with this? Yes, I am married, but like it’s any of your business. So why don’t you focus not on my personal life, but the ass kicking your going to get from me. Because let’s face it. I’m above you. I always will be. Because you are a part of the lowest of the low in the job world. Pornography. Brandy then thinks for a second, as she walks out to the arena, and then the ring. As she climbs through the ropes, taking in the surroundings, she gets on the top turnbuckle and lays back. She loved the ring as if it were her home and wanted people to know that. Brandy: See Pornstar, this is MY ring. This ring, is MY home. And you’re coming in on my territory. Well, you won’t be here long. As long as I have my own territory, which is this ring, you will not beat me. You will be just as your industry workers are. Sad excuses for human beings. And just remember one thing. When I am done with you, this whole company will know who I am. The queen bitch of SCW. As the scene fades, Brandy is seen, smirking, still laying across the top turnbuckle. She was so comfortable there and didn’t want to get down. As the scene begins going black, Brandy then falls asleep on the top rope, taking a nap before the show. |
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| Little Victory | Sep 13 2012, 12:38:27 PM Post #7 |
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We just saw that Mr Pornstar studied Brandy Danielle promo and got a but angry.We will wait a moment when he,s calm down we gonna ask for a reaction on what the queen bitch got to tell. Mr.Pornstar.First gubby Rich you gave her advice to get contacts but boy she read now wrong information. What I said was that she can,t stand Memners od Playbox Inc a organization who got zip to do with porno of PG 18 magazine.s. Rich that bad gorl read things I nor anybody else said! Now Brandy you wanna be the Queen bitch I hope you get in that ring for a Battle Royal titleshot match? Why in it is a guy who thinks he is the Qieen bitch and wanna prove it to you! We see a guy coming in very over the top really a Texan Heart Throb. THT.Listen good Brandy would we be together in that Battle Royal one fact I,m gonna show you who is the Qieen bitch. Yes I saw your promo you still yal like a talented brainwashed nimbo and it,s really the truth you know it. I,m gonna I let Mr P do the talking baby possible we see eye to eye in near future? Mr Pornstar is on the phone but end the conversation when camera is back. Brandy you tell me that I will lose from you dream on! Maybe you are better and that,s a fact but gonna be a rough ride chucky. Me wife I don,t bring with me the danger that your hubby would use her,to let me lose is to big. What don,t mean got no nacj up plan but gonna use it only when had to! Brandy we can talk and talk you want me and vicaversa so come on, Mr Pornstar grab his suitcase and leave for his car or whatever he use to travek. |
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| Omega | Sep 16 2012, 10:01:16 AM Post #8 |
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OOC: Haven't been able to think of anything for a promo, so I shot from the hip. Sorry for it being last minute and all, but at least I showed and to me that is all that counts. Damon: Jesse Owusu. For too many times in our careers have we faced each other...and how we have teamed with each other. One could say that we have a long history. Some could say worse. Quite honestly Jesse I'm sick of the constant challenges that people are afraid to give me. We've faced each other countless times already. The continuous grind of our matches seems to drag on and on and it's becoming rather boring. I was hoping when SCW bought out FTWO, that the opportunity to face new challenges would prosper, but alas your friend Jordan does not seem to want me to do anything new. A pity. When FTWO was around, I was close to being the Windy City champion. But a fool and his money are soon parted and Caedes was left on the outside looking in. Now do I hate Caedes at all? Yes. Buy selling out FTWO he gave away the chance to prove how dominant I could have been. The chance to say I was the first Windy City champion. But than, who was standing in my way? A half beaten shrew of a nephew to a half witted woman. That was it. And now, I have nothing. Ron and Jordan stole everything from me. They stole my career. They stole my legacy. They stole it all. And now...Jordan has brought forth a vengeance. The new coming of pain starts with you Jesse Owusu. No more nice guy. No more holding back due to people's weak and simple minded mentalities. I am the Omega. I am the Insane Extremist. I am Damon fucking Cross. Jesse, you already know my name and the pedigree of competition I bring to the ring. After I have finished with you, it's time to show the rest of this roster just who I am. The phoenix is said to rise from the ashes. But the fire has burned and extinguished and the phoenix has not risen...no SCW, something much worse has risen. The Extremist of Insanity has returned. No one is safe. No one shall be spared. You've been warned. |
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| Jimbiz | Sep 16 2012, 08:44:58 PM Post #9 |
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The screen opens at Austin, Texas where we see Jesse Owusu walking down the streets, wearing a vintage leather cowboy hat and ignoring the fans trying to catch his attention. He smirks at the camera and opens his mouth to speak Jesse: Damon Damon Damon.You know that I have lot of respect for you and I know deep inside you feel the same. We know each other for a long time as you pointed out and we have teamed together. However, just like classic Damon Cross, you continue to underestimate me. You continue to build up your own ego and big up yourself as if you're some kind of God. You think you can just beat me easily? You think you can make a name of yourself in my expense? No, no, no Damon Cross. In true Damon Cross form, you ignored the credibility in your opponent and already declare victory before the match start. I'm disappointed in you Damon Cross. I thought with our history you would know better, but I thought wrong. I don't need to tell you about my accolades and it is true that your accomplishments is much better than mine.However, like a fine wine, I keep getting better when I get older. The last time we fought each other is different from who you are going to face at Cruise. It is fitting that the very first Cruise show feature us two against each other. Maybe that is why Jordan Post booked this match. Because of our history together and the fact that our names is just enough to get the SCW fans hyped for the show. You may be tired of facing me or even seeing my face, but hey, in my eyes, we have a score to settle. What better time to settle the score than in this little show? Damon, I truly am sorry that you didn't get your shot for the Windy City Championship that you rightly deserved and it is true that you got screwed, However, in life, we don't always get what we want. Build up your aggression and hate, like classic Damon Cross always do. Come into this match with your rage and bring the extreme style that made you popular. Hell, I expect this match to be a brutal match even though there won't be any weapons used in this match. Bring your A-game Damon Cross like I know you can and I will bring my A-game. I will steal the show. I will be classic Mr. young Life. Want to make a name of yourself in my expense? Well, a wise man once said, "JUST BRING IT!" Jesse tips his hat before walking away as the screen fades |
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| Omega | Sep 16 2012, 09:33:28 PM Post #10 |
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The bar looms with a faint light that is half burned out. The beer bottle sits on the table discarded as if it were dead. Damon Cross sat behind the table in the booth, his eyes fixated on peeling off the label on the now warm bottle. He stared intently at it. He focused at it...than broke it with his hands. The rage could be seen building in his eyes. It began to fester. Began to boil underneath his skin. He was coming close to what he was before. Than...he stared at the camera. Damon: Jesse...Jesse...Jesse. How naive of you to honestly think I have already won this match? Seriously, if you claim to know me as well as you say you do, than you will know that I am not and never will take anything lightly. I am a gladiator in this business. I strive forward with all of my might and I fight until the very end. That's my nature. So don't sit there to presume that I am overlooking your talents and apparently underestimating you. In the reality that faces you right now I am not overlooking you. As much as I stated that I hate Ron and Jordan for stealing my career in FTWO, I am not going to bottle it up. I'm going to bring it like you asked. But as you know with our history, I stick to my words. Now, one thing that completely boggled my mind Jesse, was you said I was reverting back to "classic" Damon Cross. Now as far as I know, to be classic one must change in some aspect. One must alter the way they act or perceive them self to be. As far as I know Jesse, I haven't changed one bit. But you dear boy...you seem to have changed one bit. Your arrogant. It shows and seeps through with the words you so blessedly bestowed upon my ears before. The Jesse Owusu I knew would never revert to such...such...childish actions as to assume things of another person. No the Jesse Owusu I knew would stand proud. I guess we will see how proud your standing Jesse after our match at Cruise. Yes I am drunk. No I don't give two shits about anything right now. Honestly, tomorrow can never come for today is always constant. See you at Cruise Jesse. |
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| Jimbiz | Sep 16 2012, 11:43:11 PM Post #11 |
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The screen opens at a much energetic local Austin bar where we see Jesse Owusu, with Gabrielle Michaels, having a jolly good time with bunch of the residents. We hear the song "Crazy" by good old Willie Nelson blaring out of the old school karoake machine. Everyone is having a good time, including Jesse Owusu. However, he notices the camera is on and he sighs before regaining his composure to cut a promo. Jesse: Uh oh, it looks like I struck a nerve on my old buddy Damon Cross. Sorry for assuming that you was overestimating me. My bad. But if you respect my talents so much and what I am capable of, how come you didn't mention it in your promo. All you did in your promo was talk about Ron this and Ron that. All you talked about not wanting to face me again and how you got screwed by not getting the shot to win the Windy City Championship. So sorry Damon. I know that you're a gladiator. I'm not stupid and I know what you are capable of. You fought and beaten newcomers, stars in the making, wrestlers that are on their prime and even legends. you pride yourself as a type of guy that never gives up on a fight and the fans admire that.Some say that you'r overrated and others say that you don't deserve much attention as you are getting, but nobody knows as well I as I do on how much you deserved every credit you get. However Damon, like I said before..this is a new me. .For far too long I have been overlooked and I have been prejudiced and discriminated. Nobody gives me the credit and attention I deserve. There are people who who until this day claims that I'm the lesser known member of Full Metal and I haven't accomplished much since the formation and the destruction of Full Metal. time after time again, I'm continued to being overshadow by people I feel is beneath me. I may have became arrogant Damon and I may have changed..but I did it for the better of me. For the first time in a long while, I'm starting to feel confident in myself. I'm starting to feel motivated and I know deep inside of me I know I can beat anyone that dares to challenge me or stand in my way. Yes, the old Jesse had pride and honour, but it doesn't mean shit anymore when you don't have the results. you as well as everyone else continue to judge me and say that I don't deserve anything in life. I work my butt off trying to improve my skills and working on any weakness I have. I worked so hard compared to my debut about six years ago in a little federation called XWE. I'm Mr. young Life God dammit and it time that people remember my name. I'm sick of entire of people talking about Damon Cross and how he is supposedly the most feared man in all of pro wrestling. As much I like Jordan Post, I'm sick and tired of people talking about how he held the XPW Continental the longest in XPW history and how he deserves the XPW World Championship belt or any world championship belt more than everyone else. Maybe I am jealous. Maybe I am jealous of my former Full Metal stable members and this jealousy is driving me to a brick of insanity. But ladies and gentlemen, I look at my jealousy as a way of motivation. A way of helping myself improve and become better each day. You see Damon, you claimed that you never changed and I say good for you. but I have evolved Damon. I evolved to a whole another person and evolution in the wrestling context means becoming better, wiser, stronger, and faster. I promise you Damon Cross, you never seen this Jesse Owusu before and I can take you on! Anyway, I got to go Damon. Good luck and cheers. Jesse raises his beer glass along with everyone else in the bar. Screen fades to black |
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We were in the Playbox Inc building for two intervieuws and one was in the gym with Mr.Pornstar.
We just saw that Mr Pornstar studied Brandy Danielle promo and got a but angry.
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