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Post by Eddie Lopez on Apr 13, 2019 22:31:18 GMT -5
Travis Ryan vs Miles Kasey
From the Sold out TD Garden (16,450)
1 RP 300 minimum and 3000 maximum
Deadline is Tuesday April 23th, 2019. 11:59 pm.
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Post by Apex Developmental on Apr 23, 2019 21:45:47 GMT -5
(Joint RP for all of the Developmental Characters.)
Apex Compound
Tampa, Florida
April 14, 2019
(The scene opens with the group of anticipating young talent hoping to be on the show card waiting outside the office of Kevin Sullivan inside the compound. Every week he post the show card outside his office for the talent to see. This week with the show being in Boston many of them expecting a big card, but few expecting to be on the bill for a show so close to Destiny.)
Travis Ryan: Man, what’s taking so long? It’s generally up by now…
Chris Blade: Please, what chance do you have of being on this card? Last time they booked you, you forgot to send them a video...if anyone's getting booked its gonna be Me and Moondust...they’ve booked Moon constantly...speaking of him, where the hell is that whack job?
Morgan Baker: He asked for the week off something about taking his kids to a gun show...now will you shut up…
Patty: You people talk too much...it's making my head hurt…
Chris Blade: Where’s the Teacher’s pet, Bookworm and that useless kid they tried to make me tag with...JAM...JCM...MJC...who the hell cares?
Max Johnson: Stacy is with Maria in Boston, and Juan is in the locker room getting changed…
(Juan comes around the corner with his ear buds in listening to music, as he can see the others waiting for the bill to be posted. He takes one of the out as he approaches the group.)
JMC: Hey, has it dropped…
Chris Blade: Go away kid, there’s no way in hell they’d book trash like you…
JMC: Man, you got a serious problem.
Chris Blade: What you going to do about it kid? I carried your ass in that tag match and then you ran like a bitch when it was time for you to come in…
JMC: You mean when your ass got pinned
(The group gets between Chris and Juan, right as the door opens to the office. Kevin Sullivan walks out and looks around.)
Kevin Sullivan: Juan, Travis, Max get your shit ready we’re heading to Boston...the rest of you better luck next time.
(he tacks the bill to his door and shuts it after returning to his office)
Travis Ryan: You Jay, you wont believe this shit...You got the main event!
(Juan pushes to the door to take a look.)
Travis Ryan: You got David Shane, man! That big, bro!
(Chris Blade walks away pissed off, as The three that were called out look over their opponents.)
Max Johnson: Dillon Crowe...isn't that the purge guy. They guy that ruined Moon’s win?
JMC: Yea, you better watch yourself...You might get Purged.
(The three laugh while still looking over the card.)
Travis Ryan: Man, I gotta face Miles Kasey...that kid can’t seem to win...he might be greener than us in the ring…I guess I get the easy match up.
Max Johnson: Speak for yourself, I’m not green like you kids,
JMC: He’s trained by Levi Russow, man. I’d watch yourself...you never know
Travis Ryan: But dude, You are facing the boss man...they guy hasnt been in a ring in months…
Max Johnson: You don’t want the match, man. I’ll face David...and beat him.
Travis Ryan: He’s facing David in Boston, that's home turf for the Boss. No way you’d beat him there.
Max Johnson: Last time Shane Wrestled...he lost in Boston, he lost his world title…
JMC: I’m gonna go call my parents, then call David and thank him for this chance...I can’t believe this…
(Juan walks off holding his phone to call his parents, as Travis and Max walk together for a little bit.)
Max Johnson: Trade opponents with me...I’m not afraid of crap wrestler trained by a hasbeen...Guys not even good…
Travis Ryan: Dude, Levi Russow...The Face of PWS...He’s possibly one of the greatest wrestlers ever…
Max Johnson: I’d still beat him
(Travis splits off heading into the lockers rooms laughing, as the scene fades out with Max confused why Travis was laughing.)
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Post by Miles Kasey on Apr 23, 2019 22:45:57 GMT -5
I have a standard that I am supposed to live by:
Be great and fight hard.
That’s why I left home, that’s why I went to train with the Russows. “Then...what in the hell is wrong with me?”The Russows, the O’Neils....they all set this standard in PWS.
I’m tarnishing that standard. “Not anymore...”(Miles reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a phone and quickly dials a number, he sighs as it goes to voicemail.) “It’s me. Look, I know you are probably either ignoring my calls, texts and whatnot. After what I said 2 weeks ago...I honestly don’t blame you. I was drunk and you have every right to be pissed off at me. I was mad at you too...but you are right, we did talk about this....we did agree. Just...I wanted to call and say I’m sorry...again. Call me back...please?”(He looks at his phone and ends the call all while looking frustrated,, running his hands through his hair.) “Completely pathetic Milo....just....pathetic.”“Ummmmmm....Miles?” (Miles turns around and sees PWS Interviewer Claire Anderson standing there looking confused.) “Claire? ...shit, what time is it?”“Actually I’m a bit ahead of schedule so I was hoping to just catch you. Is everything ok?” (Miles sheepishly puts his phone away and smirks at Claire.) “After I made a complete and total ass out of myself a couple weeks ago? Star’s pissed at me, the Russows had to bail my ass out for drunk and disorderly conduct from the the Charlotte Police Department. Nice lads, by the way. Looked real good on my work visa. And to boot, I have pisssed off the one person I promised I wouldn’t. They won’t even call me back...so yeah things are really coming up Milhouse for me.”“That was sarcasm.” “Indeed, love, it was. I’m constantly kicking myself over these situations I find myself in. BUT, thank goodness the bosses saw fit to give me a match this week on Riot.”“Yes, which is why I set up talking to you this week, you have a one on one against the developmental talent the masked luchador, Travis Ryan.” “Ah yes, a gent from my neck of the woods...I never will never understand a British luchador but hey if that’s what rows the boat that he’s riding...well....ok then. But the fact remains that I have a lot of frustration and a lot to prove. And a lot to make up for. I do mean...a. LOT. This poor sap is gonna be on the wet end of a shitty stick that I have been getting beat with long enough. I’m finally going to be able to graduate to the grown-ups table, I’m going to earn the spot that was so graciously given to me by the bosses. I have a date with Destiny in just a few short weeks for that United Championship and nothing against that beautiful young woman that fought and clawed for that title, but I am done playing this waiting game. I’m done.”“Done with waiting for....” “My life to finally line up. And poor Travis Ryan is going to sadly have to be an example of what I am talking about. And if any other assholes want to step up to me....they know where to find me. I dare anyone in PWS: APEX...or other places to step up.”(Miles looks directly at the camera.) “Anyone...at...all.”(Miles looks back at Claire, grabs her hand and gives it a quick kiss and walks away as the camera fades.)
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