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Post by pwsstaff on Nov 15, 2022 14:58:28 GMT -5
Riot 11/22
Tuesday , November 22
Stadio Olympico - Rome, Italy
Singles Match
Jesse Russow vs. Max Delgado
Rp deadline is Sunday, November 20 at 11:59 pm eastern
1 rp each, 300 words minimum, 5000 words maximum
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Post by Max Delgado on Nov 20, 2022 17:21:37 GMT -5
Glorious By Max Delgado
So, this week I got Jesse Russow. I’m still pissed from that bullshit that happened with Antithesis last week. It’s not my fault your boy couldn’t hang. But I see how it is, wanting to jump me from behind. It’s all good. You cowards gonna get what’s coming to ya, and I’m gonna be laughing every damn second of it. So, while you prepare to bleed at the hands of one Russow, I’m planning to square off with another.
The “angry” or “forgotten” Russow. You know? The one who never really “measured up” to step out of the shadow of his brothers. The one that blames every single person except for himself for his shortcomings. Typical. Don’t tell me he’s one of those that just expects to have things handed to him on a silver platter JUST because of his last name…I mean…I really don’t think that’s the Russow style. At least, not Dan and Levi. Jesse…well, it may not have to do with his last name, but he certainly thinks he should just be handed stuff….so this week, ima hand him a beating.
(The camera focuses on the ground, before panning up to reveal that I am standing inside the historic Roman Coliseum, as I look around at my surroundings.)
Max Delgado: These hallowed grounds have seen so much violence, so mch blood. It’s only fitting that I come here before such a fight as I have this week. I know that the man I’m facing is going to be out to prove something. He’s got this chip on his shoulder that he’s just dying to flick off. I mean, I get it. I do. You wanna go down as being the best, bar none. You wanna distance yourself from your family name. I get all that….because I want the exact same thing. The difference between you and me? I haven’t become a delusional, hypocritical jackass to do it.
(I start to pace around as I talk.)
Max Delgado: You have a problem with those of us who have come in to PWS: APEX and made a name for ourselves without having anything to do with you or your family, no matter how hard we may have busted our asses to get there. Then, you think you can just waltz right in and take one of the top spots…like you’re just supposed to be handed the keys to the fuckin’ kingdom. That’s not how this works. That’’s not how any of this works, Jesse. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. You and I are gonna go out there, and I’m gonna embarrass ya. Alright? Yeah, sure, you’ll get some good licks in, and we’ll beat the hell outta each other, but when its all said and done, and the dust has settled, you’re gonna be the one flat on your back, looking up at the lights.
(I stop pacing and squat down in front of the camera, taking a deep sigh.)
Max Delgado: I know how much you think you deserve a title shot. I know how tired you must be of not getting the level of opponent you think you warrant. Thing is, management hasn’t been punishing you by having you face the enhancement talent, they were protecting you. Because they know that, as you always do, when you face legitimate competition, you’re going to choke. That’s what you’ve always done, and that’s probably what you’ll always do. Why don’t you take a lesson from your brothers and own up to your own shortcomings? At least they know how to be a man about shit like that. Which, hey Levi, how ya doin? I’ll be by soon to check out the school.
(I smirk, as I stand up.)
Max Delgado: Now, let me address the other situation on my mind. Antithesis….
(I scowl as I mention the group.)
Max Delgado: You boys took it upon yourself to jump me from behind last week, all because I beat your boy in the middle of the ring. Now, you can say it was to send a message and all that bullshit, but thing is, you aren’t very good at sending messages cause I’M STILL HERE! I would almost expect some shenanigans from you cowards this week, but I know you got your hands full now that Levi and Gracie have Nick and Laura on their team. I don’t always see eye to eye with Laura Phoenix, and I may think she was absolute shit as a general manager, but the fact she got screwed over by David Shane, and now he’s on your team? It ain’t gonna end well for ya. Plus…Levi Russow and Nick Madison….y’all dun fucked up, boys.
(I step forward and hold the camera in my hand.)
Max Delgado: All that being said. This week, I’m going to beat Jesse Russow. I expect a hell of a fight out of him, but I’m going to come out victorious. Then, I’m going to Crusade, where I’m going to become the PWS: APEX United Champion. And, I’ll watch Antithesis get their cowardly assses handed to them. It’s going to be absolutely glorious.
(I hit the button to end the recording.)
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Post by Jesse & Slaps on Nov 20, 2022 22:07:33 GMT -5
(Levi Russow walks down the hallway whistling a little tune to himself on his way to his “office” that he absolutely had no right to and was squatting in and curiously as he approaches the door…his brother Jesse enters from the other direction dressed in a black suit with emerald green accents and a white tie with a black iron walking stick with a pewter lions head on it as he taps Levi on the chest with it.)
Jesse Russow: And what the fuck are YOU…doing here??
Levi Russow: I could ask you the same thing…
(Suddenly the door opens and out steps a curvaceous young woman in a black dress with bright red accents, her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, black frame glasses, she looked like a dream…)
“Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is Diana…Diana Everheart.
Jesse Russow; Charmed, I’m sure.
Levi Russow: What the FUCK are you doing in my office?
Diana Everheart; Well it’s actually just AN office that you often freeload in probably nursing a hangover from your woefully underdiagnosed familial issues…am I close?
Levi Russow: …I don’t LIKE you.
Diana Everheart: Aww *clicks teeth* Shame. Still, your appointment is at 3, be punctual or be reprimanded.
Levi Russow: Reprema-...do you even KNOW who I am?
Diana Everheart: Oh I know you Levi Russow…I know you better than you know your Goddamn self.
(It gets WEIRDLY tense for a second until Jesse taps his cane twice while clearing his throat.)
Jesse Russow: Shall we make this quick?
(Jesse storms into the “office” and front flips onto the couch with his legs crossed over each other, twirling his cane in the air as Dr. Everheart closes the door in Levi’s face and walks over taking a deep breath before taking her usual seat.)
Diana Everheart: Okay, Mr. Russow-
Jesse Russow: Jesse is fine.
Diana Everheart: Jesse. Okay then, my name is as I said Dr. Diana Everheart. Why don’t we start by you telling me a bit about yourself?
Jesse Russow: Oh…no that won’t be necessary, thank you. See…I’m only here so I don’t get fined.
Diana Everheart: …a Marshawn Lynch approach…interesting.
Jesse Russow: Yes, I-...wait, why is that interesting?
Diana Everheart: Hmm? Oh no reason in particular.
Jesse Russow: But you’re writing stuff down…
Diana Everheart: Yes that’s how it works…I can’t meet you for the first time twice, now can I?
Jesse Russow: You can. There’s another side of me.
Diana Everheart: Oh? And what’s his name?
Jesse Russow: He doesn’t have one…and he requests you mind your p’s and q’s.
Diana Everheart; Noted. *quietly writing* possible mild schizophrenia…
Jesse Russow: I’M NOT A SCHIZOPHRENIC!
Diana Everheart: Now…is this Jesse or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named talking to me right now?
Jesse Russow: Wha- HE’S NOT FUCKIN’ LORD VOLDEMORT!
Diana Everheart: Then why don’t you SIT down, LOSE the bass in your voice, and LET ME DO MY JOB!!!!
(Jesse stares at her like a frightened startled child…)
*ONE HOUR LATER*
(Slaps appears in the hallway to knock on the door but before he could, it opens and Jesse walks out seemingly buddy buddy with the new therapist to Slaps confusion.)
Jesse Russow: Hey buddy!
Slaps McKill: FUCK. You broke him.
Diana Everheart: I did no such thing…I set him on a new path.
Slaps McKill: HE HAS A MATCH IN TWO HOURS, I NEED THE KILLER IN HIM!
Diana Everheart: …and what about you, Slaps, is it?
Slaps McKill: Nope. I’m good.
Diana Everheart: You KNOW it’s mandatory to attend at least two sessions a month, right?
Slaps McKill: Yeah well that ain’t in the contract I signed so…tough shit. With all due respect, you’re better off not knowing.
Diana Everheart: You’d be surprised, Big Fella…this is what I was born to do. Jesse, good luck on your match, Slaps…
(She turns to walk back in her office.)
Diana Everheart: …I’ll see you soon.
(The door closes and Slaps spits on the floor before rearing back and SMACKING the ever loving fuck out of Jesse who goes flying into the wall and plonking onto the ground.)
Jesse Russow: ……oooooooooOOOOOWWWWWIEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Slaps McKills: I was trying to SLAP YOU THE FUCK OUT OF IT!!! Max Delgado ain’t a joke and I’m gettin’ kinda sick of cleanin’ up YOUR messes. Every time you pull some stupid shit they “trot out the big man” FUCK you. I’m sick of being the only success, carrying this team to a single’s championship either one of us could win EASILY if you’d JUST…DO BETTER.
Jesse Russow: Jesus Christ kid! I was ready for the match hours ago, I was just patronizing Nancy Note-Taker in there! I’m bout to run through Max Delgado like ICE probably charged through his neighborhood last week.
(Jesse holding his cheek turns to the ever present camera and starts to spit it out.)
Jesse Russow: You think you’re it, kid? You think you got a future in this place? Bitch, stand directly behind the flaming bag of dog shit we placed at the end of the line to welcome you to your SPOT in this company. You are another snuffed up “second generation” little bitch to come strolling through here without paying his dues. You’re a “Legacy”. For WHAT? Your “Legacy”...was built on my family’s backs…we CARRY PWS on our NAME ALONE. Always have and always will. So get ready to do your shit-ass copies of MY moves and watch them fail when I do it RIGHT. Because there’s only ONE, Jesse Russow. But everyone wants to be the NEXT:
…and you…ain’t…it, kid.
(Jesse pushes the camera as he storms off towards the ring with Slaps behind him…the camera is still running from the floor and we see a wave of a cloak briskly appear for a moment then the camera cuts to static.)
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