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Post by David Shane on Jun 3, 2019 6:56:22 GMT -5
One on One Heather Haze vs Richard Rider
From the Sold Out: Chesapeake Energy Arena
Oklahoma City, OK
1 RP 300 minimum and 3000 maximum
Deadline is Thursday June 6th 2019. 11:59 pm.
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Haze
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21-12-04
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Post by Haze on Jun 6, 2019 11:20:40 GMT -5
....Sister Act....
The scene opens up to the waves pounding in on the shore of West Hollywood beaches with the sunrise coming up beautifully as ever. The colors of orange and pink colored the sky before bringing us inside Heather's vibrant beach condo as Heather was seen stepping out of the showers with her wet hair flowing behind and a tiny towel wrapped around her body. She then slipped into a robe before making her way downstairs, looking down her phone. The green light at the top of the phone was flashing angrily. She turned the phone on with the touch of a button and saw the alerts. Missed calls, several texts, several more emails, and even more twitter and facebook alerts. She sighed and shook her head, electing to look at the calls first. Her annoyance grew when she saw the name Aiden Dempsey at least six times in her call log. Her on again off again 'boyfriend'. Aiden was infamously known to the wrestling world for his ties with the Irish mob as their hired gun. With his menacing, downright ruthlessness inside and outside the ring, earned him the nickname 'The Assassin' amongst his peers. Heather didn’t know what Aiden had wanted nor did she care as she slowly padded her way out to the kitchen and looked at the mess she had left from the night before. It didn’t look like much, but the two trash bags sitting in the corner waiting to go out were driving her nuts. She started the pot of coffee that she so desperately needed; and then caved to the pressure of being a neat freak and took the trash outside. She looked around the kitchen when she came back in and pulled out her favorite mug from the cabinet. If she was going to deal with Aiden, she could at least deal with him with a cup of coffee in hand. She poured herself a cup before the pot was ever finished brewing. She fixed the cup with milk and sugar quickly and sat down at the table. Glancing down at the phone, she pressed the one button she needed to. Placing the phone up to her ear, she could hear the digital tone of the phone ringing and letting her know that Aiden was taking his own sweet time answering. Just then the doorbell rang. Heather sighed, ending the call before making it to the door. She opened it slowly with her head down. Heather Haze: "Aiden, I swear to god if this is another one of your booty calls ...""Hello, Heather..."Heather registered that voice and the face, and instantly knew who it was. It was... Lizzy. Her little sister. Or so she was before they had their falling out years ago. Lizzy was far from the little girl that Heather once knew as she stood there now at the doorstep, dressed in a tight little black mini dress and high heels, looking like she had just came from a club, after a night of heavy partying and drinking. Her hair was a mess with her smudge stained mascara running down her face. Heather Haze: "What the fuck are you doing here."Lizzy: "Nice to see you too, bitch."Pushing herself past Heather, Lizzy then sauntered off to the living room before flopping down on the couch. Heather watched Lizzy fumbling over an open pack of her Marlboros and pulling out a cig before grabbing a nearby lighter on the table and lighting it up. She then took a long drag, allowing the smoke to fill up her lungs before slowly blowing a cloud of smoke in Heather's direction. Lizzy: "Heard gramps died and left you all his money. And here I was thinking I was his favourite."Heather Haze: "Well, had you stuck around...you'd probably had a share of the pie."Lizzy: "There was no way I was gonna stay under the same roof as you with that old hag and that decrepit asshole breathing down my neck. You know that. Hell, You had a chance to run away with me...we had a chance to start over our lives far away from them...but stead' you whimped out. Guess I should have known back then how selfish you were."Heather Haze: "Selfish? Who was always there telling you it'd be okay when nana got drunk and roughed us up both, huh? Who was the one who would start yelling at her when she was about to beat your ass to a bloody pulp and I ended up getting the beating so you wouldn't have to? Oh yeah, I REALLY never cared about you."Lizzy: "Yeah, just like you were perfectly okay with gramps molesting me every night he snuck into our bedroom while you pretend to be sleeping. But I knew you could hear my cries and yet you didn't have the guts to stand up to him. Guess it all worked out since he rewarded you with all this hush money for keeping your mouth shut."Heather Haze: "So you came all the way out here for an apology? Well I'm sorry, Lizzy. I'm sorry for being such a crummy sister to you. I'm sorry the way your life turned out. I'm sorry that we had a fucked up family."Lizzy: "I didn't come here for an apology. I came here for what I am owed. I want the money, Heather. You owe me that much. I NEED THE GODDAMN MONEY!"Heather Haze: "I bet you'd want it. So you could spend it all on drugs, right? Is this what it has come to?"Lizzy: "It's none of your goddamn business what I do with it."Heather Haze: "Well it is my business now since it is my goddamn money." Lizzy: " I just need the money so I can skip town, okay."Heather Haze:"Skip town? Why am I not surprised? But then that's always been your MO, hasn't it?" Lizzy shot Heather a mean look as she hot boxed the shit out of that cigarette. Lizzy: "Yeah, whatever. I don't expect you of all people to understand."Heather Haze: "You're right, I don't. But don't come out here blaming me for all your 99 problems. I tried to help you. I tried to reach out to you. But it was you who shut me out all these years. Seriously, what the fuck are you running from this time?"Suddenly Lizzy's phone started going off. She quickly screened the caller ID and looked at it and then back at Heather with a panicked look on her face. Lizzy: "Fuck. It's Craig."Lizzy allows it go to her voice mail as she paces around the room cursing. Her paranoia starts to kick in as she looks out the window as if she was being watched, while the phone in her hand kept ringing and ringing. Heather Haze: "Craig huh? He sure sounds super possessive over his little fucktoy."Lizzy: "Screw you. I'm not his fucktoy"As she said that, she finally grabbed the phone and answered it. Lizzy: "Hey Craig.."Craig: "Lizzy, where the hell have you been? I've been up all night worried to death about you!"Lizzy: "I, uh... Stayed at a friend's house."Craig: "Now Lizzy, we both know that you don't have any friends."Lizzy covered her phone and looked at Heather. Lizzy: "Shit."She then went back to the phone conversation. Craig: "You're at your sister's place, aren't you?!"Lizzy: "No!"Craig: "Don't lie to me, bitch, I'm coming over there now. I better NOT find you there, Lizzy."Lizzy: "Please, Craig..."As Lizzy pleaded with her lover, he hung up the phone on her and she only heard silence. She slowly sat down on the couch, and looked at Heather with fear and dread in her eyes. Lizzy: "He knows I'm here. He's coming after me!"Heather Haze: "Good! I don't wanna miss this for a minute."Soon the doorbell rang. Lizzy: "Oh GOD he's here! He knows I'm here! Don't answer the door."Heather ignored Lizzy's frantic plea as she made her way to the door. She glanced through the tiny peephole to see a man on her doorsteps, clenching his jaw in a menacing way. She sighed before opening it up to be greeted by her sister's over possessive lover, who was seriously pissed off. Craig: "Where's that lying slut? Where you hiding her?"Heather Haze: "Craig is it? I'll save you the trouble and just tell you that Lizzy is planning to ditch your worthless ass and skip town. So it be best to just cut your losses now and just move on. Trust me It'll be the best thing you ever did. She ain't worth it."
Craig then backhanded Heather with a fist as she took the full brunt of his strike and dropped to the floor. The copper taste of blood flooded in her mouth as she glared up at him with hatred boiling in her belly. Craig: "Lizzy is my girl. She's my property. She'll do what I want."As Craig was about to deliver another punch, Lizzy then came in between, grabbing hold of his hand. She looked up at him, pleadingly. Lizzy: "Come on, Craig. Don't do anything to her. Let's just go home, okay. It was a mistake coming here."Craig laughed and looked at Heather. Craig: "See? She's a good little whore. I trained her well. You should take some notes, bitch."As Craig said that, something snapped inside Heather as she made it to her feet and punched Craig square in the face, knocking him down to his ass. Lizzy stood there in shock as Heather got on top of him and started to viciously attack him, throwing punch after punch after punch till Craig's face was a crimson mask. As she went for one final blow, she then smiled, looking down at a bloody Craig coughing and gasping for air. Heather Haze: "Look at you now, you stupid piece of shit. Do you know who the fuck I am?! Do you?!"As she went for the final blow, Lizzy grabbed her arm and stopped her. Lizzy: "You're going to go to jail for this if you don't stop. He'll make sure you'll never get out!"Heather Haze: "Like I really give a shit! The only way this dipshit is going to learn is by me doing... This."Heather ripped her arm away from Lizzy and punched Craig one last time, breaking his nose in the process, and knocking him out cold. Lizzy looked down the bloody carcass of what was left of her boyfriend. She was shaken up with her hands trembling as Heather quickly retrieved a wad of cash from her purse and handed it to her. Heather Haze: "Take this and get the hell out of town. You hear me? Leave and don't ever come back."Lizzy: "But..He'll-he'll find me."Heather Haze: "I've got a guy... He'll make sure this piece of shit will never bother you again. You have my word."Lizzy: "You're not going to have him killed, are you?"Heather Haze: "Stop asking dumb questions. I said I'll handle this. NOW GO!"Lizzy nodded her head, wiping away her tears as she quickly bolted out the door, leaving Heather behind with a bloody Craig to deal with as he slowly bled out on her floor. Heather then grabbed her phone and dialed a number. She waited and waited until finally someone picked up on the other end. Heather Haze: "Aiden...No time to explain. I need a favor. Get you ass over here quick."------------------------------------------------------- ....Hollywood is Dead....We are live at the sold out Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma, Texas as the camera opens up backstage to Heather Haze. Heather looks calm and collected with a set of tiny headphones in her ears as she does some pre warm-up stretches for her match against new comer Richard Rider.
As Heather bends her body slightly forward to touch her feet, the pervy cameraman takes the opportunity to film her, getting a wide shot of her ass. Heather notices this as she glances back, looking rather annoyed at Daniel Clarke and the camera man sneaking up behind her.
Heather Haze:(Sarcastically) "Enjoying the view, perverts?" The embarrassed Daniel Clarke clears his throat, quickly fixing up his tie, as he cranes the mic to his mouth and begins to conduct the interview in a professional manner. Daniel Clarke: "Sorry to intrude on your time, Heather. I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on the upcoming match you have with Richard Rider here tonight?"Heather rolls her eyes, turning around to face Daniel as she removes the headphones from her ear and corks her head sideways. Heather Haze: "Remind me again who that is?"Daniel Clarke: "Erm..Hollywood... Richard Rider."Heather Haze: "Nope. Don't ring a bell. Is he important? Am I supposed to care who he is?"Daniel Clarke: "Well, Richard Rider did manage to put on an impressive showing at the Pre-show Destiny event. As a matter of fact, You two have something both in common as you both came out victorious in your respective matches during the PWS.com exclusive broadcast."Heather shakes her head and chuckles. Heather Haze: "Thanks for all that useless tidbit. But, Like I said. I really don't care. Sounds to me like another nothing match with another flash-in-the-pan opponent that I get to castrate on free live TV. Yeah, I'll admit I did catch a glimpse of this clown over at the pre-show. And to his credit, he is no slouch in the ring. I'll give him that much. But it takes hell of a lot for me to be impressed with some sunglass, fur coat wearing douche bag, pretending to be an A-Lister from Hollywood. And when it comes to Richy I'm not the slightest bit impressed. Richy is like every pretty boy loser out there who thinks he can get any girl he wants just by snapping his finger...he thinks he's a gift to all the women out there with his long set of greasy hair and his chiselled abs... but tonight he's gonna get a huge reality check when I drop him on his fucking face like a bad habit. Richy won't know what hit him when I knock him on his ass and wrap my legs around his neck and proceed to choke the life out of him till he turns all fifty shades of grey."Daniel Clarke: "Richard is not one to shy away from his Hollywood roots. But do you suppose he might be using wrestling as a way to ultimately get his foot in the door to be a huge mega star on the Hollywood scene?"Heather rolls her eyes as she shrugs her shoulder. Heather Haze: "Frankly I don't care what his intentions are nor do I care if he ends up being a box office dud. What I do care about is beating him and moving on to a meaningful match for a championship belt. I feel like I deserve one. I feel like I've been running around in circles, trying to scratch and claw my way through the APEX ranks. And if that isn't enough to get management's attention, then I just have to force them to take notice by showing them and everyone else that I have it takes to hang with the best of the best around here..even if that means eating losers like Richy for breakfast."
Heather Haze: "So with that being said, Richy, baby, I beg of you don't be gentle, I don't mind it getting a little rough, even a whole lotta rough, try to leave your mark on me, cause I intend to leave one on you, and use you to leave one for a few others. You see Mister Hollywood your about to endure an erotic innovative torture test of a hardcore competitive match that won't be for the faintest or the weakest of heart. For I'm gonna explode all over you, and leave the lasting money shot of the evening as you will be worn up, torn up, beat up, and unable, or perhaps unwilling to get up for those most magical best and worst three seconds of your career, where I 'ride' you all the way to cloud 9 and then dispose you like a used condom.”
The porn playful twist in Heather's words was just a little too much for Daniel to take as he quickly wraps up the interview.
Daniel Clarke: "Wow...Erm...I Guess that's a wrap then. Well, good luck to you, Heather."
Heather Haze: "Right. Whatever."
Heather then puts her headphones back on and walks off. Daniel Clarke then looks at the camera and gestures the camera man to stop filming as the scene fades.
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Post by Richard Rider on Jun 6, 2019 21:20:26 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry it's so short and crappy. This moving thing has taken up more of my time than I thought it would.
(The scene fades up inside a local bar, days before the most recent episode of PWS:Apex Friday Night Riot. At the bar was Richard Rider, clad in an outfit that appeared to be expesive. His hair flowed over his shoulders as he had a few women at the bar listening intently as he told a story.)
Richard: And then I said... ScarJo... that's Scarlett Johannsen... only her close personal friends can call her that... anyways... I said "ScarJo... You're married. It just wouldn't be right." and then I walked away.
Woman 1: You WALKED AWAY from Scarlett Johannsen? How is that even possible.
Richard: Oh, believe me, it's possible. See, I'm a man of dignity... of pride. I'd never put her marriage at risk. Besides, it just wouldnt work. With our work and travel schedules...
Woman 2: Tell us more!
Richard: Ok. So, have you guys heard of an up and coming company called PWS:Apex?
Woman 1: Yeah, my brother watches that all the time. Professional wrestling? Right?
Richard: That's right. I'm one of their top talents. Just last week I was backstage at their big show... waiting for my big fight... The biggest match of the night starring yours truly.
Woman 1: Are you Daniel Russow? My brother said he was going for the a title.
Richard: No I'm not that wimp Russow.
Woman 3: Hey... I think I know you. You're Richard Rider, right?
Richard: Of course I am.
Woman 3: Wasn't your match on the preshow? A web exclusive? It didn't even AIR...
Richard: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Woman 3: Well, at least you won.
Richard: Damn straight I won! Now, ladies, let me get back to my story.
Woman 3: Actually... I'm more interested to hear about your upcoming match.
Richard: What match?
Woman 3: Against Heather Haze... didn't you get the memo?
(He scoffed. He had not heard about this match until now.)
Richard: Of course I did. I was just checking if YOU had.
Woman 3: So... how about it?
Richard: Well... I'm going to be going against a woman. But we all know that all eyes will be on me. I don't care what I have to do to get the win.
Woman 1: Isn't that Heather Haze a porn star or something?
Richard: Now that's a new kind of low and disgusting. I guess I will just have to pin her and show her what a REAL MAN is.
Woman 2: That sounds hot.
Richard: It has me in it... it will be!
(As he is flexing his arms to try an impress the women, the bartender slides him his bill. He looks at it and winces.)
Richard: Look... I'm a big star...
Bartender: Don't care. Either pay up, or get in the back washing dishes.
Richard: I didn't bring a wallet with me. Stars of my calibur...
Bartender: Still have to pay.
(The bartender threw an apron at Richard, causing the women around him to scatter. Scene fades as he reluctantly makes his way to the back.)
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