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Post by Max Sheppard on Oct 28, 2022 19:35:32 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT Tuesday, November 8
Johan Cryuff Arena - Amsterdam, Netherlands Singles Match
Morgan Baker vs. Shawn Young
Roleplay Deadline is Sunday, November 6, at 11:59pm eastern 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Shawn Young on Nov 6, 2022 20:44:09 GMT -5
youtube.com shoot.
"It's certainly been a while since I've spoken about wrestling, let alone wrestling in the ring. First, I wanted to focus on my real life, which things went quite fast in my life growing up. Second of all, the rumours about me being injured. That's true, I was injured, but five months later, I felt great. But I wasn't getting booked for my matches, thinking I was forgotten about. I don't have social media to contact anyone, well, I did have a phone, but I got a new one recently with a new number. But this company did have my address still. They sent me a letter about doing a match again, and I was so up for it. Because I have been working out a lot in the gym for the last few months in case, the opportunity arrived.
It finally did arrive when to go up against Morgan Baker. I will be honest; I'm not going to trash her simply because it's been far too long since she has wrestled, and everything might've changed since January when she last wrestled. Like, I'm not going to be stupid and note down the stuff she said about her previous opponent because it's clearly out of date now. But I will give her a fight, and I know she might've wanted to take a break or had a baby or something to that extent. I'm only throwing ideas out because it's been a while since we've heard from her.
But I'm sure she's been scratching for a wrestling opportunity to prove herself again, as I must do to establish and dominate everything I have in the ring. It doesn't matter for now whether I win or lose to start with because it's only my return, but I will show everyone in the ring what exactly they've missed about this jumping jack, a guy who would jump anywhere and everywhere to perform in the ring. I'm a high flyer, but I also wear glasses in a biker-like jacket with red colours. Look at that, I'm wrestling in a country that my mum comes from, so I'm half Dutch guy, half English, and full-blooded American. So that has me excited too.
I know you might say bad things about this jumping Jack, but I won't because I want to hear if you've changed from facing Dick Rider or if you're the same person. I know I've changed a bit, and mentally, I needed that long rest as well from the brutality I went through, but I've never been better, and I'm simply going out there to do everything it takes to win, so I know what I need to work on since like you, I'm ring rusty. I will pin you and go for the win because otherwise, it wouldn't be a sport if I don't do my best to win. That's all I will say, see you out there, Morgan.
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Post by Morgan Baker on Nov 7, 2022 1:24:53 GMT -5
Makeover Part 2
Attitude Makeover
Check.
Next up....
Peak’s Salon Orlando, FL
“Well hello there!” the high fumes and bright lights attacked every bit of ones senses walking in to the salon, “You must be Morgan, I’m Gretchen and I will be taking care of you today!”
Morgan was kind of taken aback from the high energy of the beauty technician, “Oh yeah, that’s me. Sorry, this is my first time here.”
“Yeah, I was informed as such,” Gretchen smiles, “Trust me, it’ll be ok. Why don’t you come on back and get comfortable and we’ll talk about what you are looking for.”
Morgan follows her to the back and offers her to have a seat, taking one across from her, “So, I was just thinking that...”
“Woah, sweetie...hold on. I wanna talk first.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Well, let me start by explaining that I’ve been doing this for the last 10 years and I find that sitting with my clients in their first appointment, I get to understand what brings them in to my little salon,” Gretchen says clearing her throat and getting comfy, “So tell me about yourself.”
“Well, I’m 22...from England,” Morgan says trying to figure out what to tell this woman.
Gretchen nods and gives her a look, “So that’s the accent...let me guess where...”
“Oh you don’t have to-”
“East London!” Gretchen blurts out.
Morgan blinks in surprise, “That’s right. How did you know that?”
“Believe it or not, I’m a bit of an anglophile. I lived on the BBC for the longest time and have always wanted to travel over there,” Gretchen says with a wave of her hand, “So what do you do for a living?”
“Oh, well I guess you can say it’s not conventional. I’m a wrestler.”
“Like the stuff on TV?”
“Yes ma’am! Been inactive for a little while and just coming back.”
“Injury?” the salon owner says with an eyebrow raise.
“Nah...just...I don’t know; it just felt like they didn’t need me and I was forgotten about for a while,” Morgan says with a bit of sadness in her voice, “And then when I did finally get to return I got paired up with someone who couldn’t be bothered to not only work with me but tried to order me around like I walked through the door that day for the first time!”
“Ooof, well I can tell that didn’t go well.”
“To put it mildly, I walked out of the match and he walked his arse out of the company. A couple of weeks ago I had this interview with the company and my intentions and I don’t know, it just didn’t feel right.” Morgan says with a shrug, “I mean, it looked like me...it sounded like me but the attitude didn’t match the look. I still feel like that young upstart that started a few years ago and then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and suddenly I realized that I still look like I’m fresh out of high school instead of a grown woman.”
“So you came here.”
“It made sense at the time. I mean...am I wrong for thinking that?”
“Oh dear not at all! Sometimes the first step is just making the right steps, whether it’s changing your hair or your attitude and it seems to me like you are on the right path here.” Gretchen reaches over and grabs her hands, “So...what do you have in mind with me here?”
Morgan smirks, “You know, you are the first person to ask me what I really wanted instead of demanding it out of me?”
“It’s part of the job.”
“I just don’t want anyone to think that I’m vain by going through all this. But...”
“It’s not vanity to want to present your best. So, back to my original question...”
“Well, I do have a picture of what I’m looking for with this visit...” Morgan says reaching for her purse and pulling out her phone, “It’s simple, cute and honestly would work the best for me.”
Morgan holds it out for her to look at, “Ohhh that is super cute and will look great on you! Let’s do it!” Gretchen hops up onto her feet, “Let me go grab everything we need and before you leave here, you are gonna look like a brand new woman.”
Morgan sits back with a sigh and takes on last glimpse of the long hair with the blue streaks, “Good bye, kid.”
Single Time Amsterdam Airport Schiphol
“Yes ma, I fully plan on coming to see you after the show.” We now join Morgan as she walks through customs just getting through there and immediately ended up on a call back home. Her hair is tucked up in the hat on top of her head, “I may crash in my old room for a bit but it’d only be for a couple of days. We’re on this overseas tour for a bit so I wanna make the best of it while I can.”
“Just as long as you get to see us for a bit, dear.”
“Trust me, you’ll get sick of me before too long. Anyways, I need to go get a taxi to the hotel...I’ll call you later with all the details ok?”
“Ok my sunshine, be safe and have fun!”
“Give my love to da. Bye!”
She hangs up and grips her luggage tightly and moves through the crowd of people.
“Ah now this is more like it! I guess something I said must have given the powers that be a little nudge. Because now I’m back on our wild world wind tour and honestly I am absolutely excited. Why? Because I get to really start proving myself as a single competitor instead of holding the hand of some hack in the tag division....Miles Kasey is the ONLY exception to that by the way, I am now set free and on my way.”
She slips her backpack on her shoulder from one side to the other and smiles brightly.
“Shawn Young, it’s been a while for the both of us from my understanding for being in the ring...and while I just made my return I have this unique feeling that you may potentially be thinking that I have just kept myself stagnant. Not the case, mate. While I haven’t been around much in the ring, I have been almost rebuilding myself. I’m no longer this shy, sweet little girl that was hanging around the locker rooms back in the beginning of the year. I’m not allowing myself to be taken advantage of AND just for grins and giggles, I have thrown in a whole new attitude change refusing to just roll over and play dead.”
Before she reaches the door she stops and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes....
“I’m in the mood to stand front and center. I’m ready to step into that spotlight and I’m not afraid to punch people in the face if they try and treat me any less than what I deserve. I’m taking every opportunity that I have, have had, have had have and so on and so forth and it’s coming front and center along with me. Wolfslair and all....I’m sure you heard that name somewhere before and if you say you didn’t, I’m going to call you a liar right to your face.”
That smirk creeps across her face before she drops it and her face grows stone cold.
“Shawn, it’s very simple...all I ask is for respect. Simple respect. I’m going to show you that I have earned that since my return at Dishonored and I will not be pushed around by anyone. Not anymore, not by the likes of Dickie Rider...not by shitheads like Ace whatever his name was, and who gives a shit because he took his ball and fucked right off into the horizon...I’m not that little girl in pigtails anymore, I am a grown woman that is going to fight her way into the spot that is rightfully hers and not anyone, including YOU are going to get in my way.”
She smirks one last time.
“Welcome to the generation of Morgan Baker.”
With that she steps outside the doors, throwing out a loud whistle to catch a taxi’s attention. She throws her stuff into the back and it takes off onto the horizon.
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