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Post by Eddie Lopez on Jun 10, 2019 13:02:21 GMT -5
From the Sold out T-Mobile Arena, Las Vegas Nevada . (15,460)
1 RP 300 minimum and 3000 maximum
Deadline is Tues 6/18/19. 11:59 pm.
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Post by Malachi on Jun 19, 2019 2:46:58 GMT -5
June 6 Oklahoma City, OKIt was the night before Apex Riot, and for reasons that Malachi couldn’t understand, he and his girlfriend Bella Madison were still in town, despite not having a match on the card. They had only shown up in Oklahoma City to make their contracts official with David Shane and Star Stormz, and then they were supposed to be gone. But Bella had a few things she needed to do before they left, which is how they found themselves at a mall near the downtown core.“No idea why we’re even in this fuckin’ hick state,” Malachi muttered to himself as he wandered the aisles. “Neither one of us is even on the damn card. We signed our contracts, should be on a plane going somewhere tropical by now.”He caught the eye of a couple looking at him funny, and he scowled at them until they hurried away in the opposite direction. Shaking his head, he wandered over to the electronics section, wondering where Bella had gone to. He was looking over a new Bluetooth speaker when she ran up to him, breathless and wild-eyed.“Bells? What’s the matter?” he asked, his defences immediately heightening as he scanned the area.“We have to go,” she said, pulling on his arm. “Now.”“What happened?” he said.“We just have to go. Mal, please.” She pleaded with him, her eyes wide and lip trembling. Every instinct inside him roared to go find out what had gotten Bella so spooked (though he had a pretty good idea), but he allowed her to pull him out of the store and into the crowds. She kept looking around her, but whenever Mal asked her what was going on, she just shook her head and walked a little faster. They made it to the parking lot and into their car, and it was only then that Bella relaxed slightly, though she still held a tight grip on his hand. They made it back to the hotel room with no more issues, though Bella was still pretty shaken up. She tried to smile through it and insisted to Mal that she was OK, but he wasn’t convinced. Still, he didn’t press the issue, and they decided that first thing in the morning they would hop a plane and fly back to New York.In the meantime, she had suggested that they stay in the hotel room and watch some movies. While he got everything set up, she told him she was going to run to the convenience store next to the hotel and get some snacks, and she kissed him on the cheek as she left. A few minutes after she had left, his phone chirped with a message and he glanced at it, seeing that he had been tagged on Twitter by Bella. He read the tweet, confusion clouding his face.He slipped his shoes on and left the room, wondering where exactly she went. As he passed by the door to the stairwell, he heard a faint noise, and he eased the heavy steel door open slowly. Peering down, he caught sight of a figure hunched in the corner one flight down and immediately rushed down.“Bells?” he said, his voice cracking a bit as he grasped her shoulders tightly. “Bella!”Bella was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming like rivers down her cheeks. Mal hefted her into his arms and brought her up the stairs and into their hotel room. He laid her on the couch, making sure to cover her with a blanket. “Bells? Are you alright?” he asked gently, smoothing her hair away from her face.She didn’t answer him, but just stared blankly ahead, as if she didn’t even know he was there. The tears were still running down her cheeks, though she wasn’t making any noise. He sighed, and rose off the couch to walk to the small kitchen area. Pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge, he glanced down to see a message from Laura Phoenix on Twitter. He picked up his phone and typed a reply out, which resulted in a bit of back and forth between them. He eventually went back to the couch, sitting down beside Bella again.This time, however, she tore her gaze away from the window and looked at him for a moment, before bursting into hysterical sobs and burying her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and began rubbing her back. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, love. You’re safe,” he whispered to her, kissing the top of her head. After a few moments, her crying had subsided to a few sniffles and he looked down to see her blinking sleepily as she yawned. He gathered her up in his arms and took her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and pulling the blankets up around her. He was about to leave to clean up the living room area when he felt her tug on his hand.“Please stay,” she said in a quiet voice.He nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Just give me one minute, love.”She nodded and yawned again. He went out into the living room and tidied up the couch, turning off the lamps as he did. When he went back into the bedroom, Bella was already fast asleep. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and slipped under the covers with her, carefully gathering her in his arms and holding her close as she slept. Within a few moments, he was asleep as well.------Present Day Las Vegas, Nevada“To say that I am angry...well, that would be the understatement of the fuckin’ year.”The Irish brogue of Malachi greeted the viewers of the video as it opened up, showing the man himself standing in what appeared to be a dilapidated warehouse, in an undisclosed location. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dust, along with shards of glass from the numerous windows that had been shattered out. As Malachi paced the floor, the sound of the glass crunching underneath his booted feet echoed through the cavernous space. Moonlight filtered through the scene, casting long shadows across the floor. He stopped pacing and turned to face the camera lens, his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light as he glared down the lens.“For two weeks, I’ve had to sit on this rage building up inside me. Two weeks, where I haven’t been able to do anything but watch, and wait. And now, I finally, finally, get to step into an Apex ring to let all this rage out...and I don’t even get to face the motherfucker that’s responsible for it all.“Malachi walked over to where a stack of crates sat in a corner, and with a furious yell, he picked one up and hurled it across the floor, where it smashed into splintered pieces. Breathing heavy, he turned back towards the camera, his face red from the exertion. “I fuckin’ know it was you there two weeks ago, Russow. I know you were creeping around like a fuckin’ stalker in the bushes that night. But that’s your whole M.O., isn’t it? Hiding in the shadows like the god damn coward that you are! You wanna spout all your cryptic bullshit all over Twitter, but when it all comes down to it, you’re nothing but talk. Is that why you don’t have a match this week? Because you know the moment you step into that arena, I will find you and I will end you. That little stunt you pulled two weeks ago was the last fuckin’ straw. I may have wanted to kick your ass before, but now? I want to put you in the goddamn hospital on life support. Kind of like your career. I begged - pleaded, even - with David and Star to face you in my debut match this week. But no. They had ‘other plans’,” he curled his fingers in an air quote gesture, with a sneer on his face. “I know Shane’s got his own issues with you, but clearly he doesn’t want to share. So they thought that throwing one of your little toadies at me would placate me for the time being.” He laughed, though it was a harsh and bitter sound. “If anything, it just pisses me off even more. You would think with all the grief you’ve caused him, he’d be glad that someone wants to get rid of the problem - permanently. But that stubborn bastard wants you all to himself, so you should feel lucky that you’ve gotten your stay of execution. Because let’s face it, David Shane won’t be the one to put you down - I will. And once he realizes that and throws you to me, you will regret every decision that has brought you to this point. I guarantee it.”He paced the floor a few more times, running a hand through his hair. “But, like I said, that’s a story for another time. This week, I get the little flunky, Dillon Crowe.” Mal gave a sadistic little grin towards the camera. “No, no, I haven’t forgotten about you, though you are easily forgettable, to be honest. But oh, what’s that? You’re a champion, are you?” He gave a slow, sarcastic clap that echoed through the warehouse. “Well, congratulations to you! Doesn’t change the fact that this Friday night, you’re gonna get beaten until you’re unrecognizable. They’ll have to identify you by your dental records. This week, I am not in the vicinity of fucking around, and you just happen to be the sacrifice that they’ve put in front of me. See, the thing is...I couldn’t give two shits about this little ‘war’ you’ve all got going on. I was going to let you all tear each other limb from limb while I sat back with a pint and laughed my ass off at the whole thing. But then...your esteemed ‘leader’ just had to keep running his mouth, poking the proverbial bear, so to speak. So was it any real surprise that Bella decided to step up and do what no one else had the fuckin’ balls to? Don’t get me wrong, I would have been more than happy to knock that delirious old fuck on his ass, but my girl just beat me to the punch.” He stared off into the distance for a moment, smiling fondly at the memory before his eyes went cold and snapped back to the camera. “And then...Levi made a mistake. He came after the one thing in my life that I care for above anything else. So now...this all just got really fuckin’ personal. And you? Well, you’re just what your title says - nothing but collateral damage. Trust me when I say you picked the wrong side of this whole mess. If I were you, I’d make some quick fuckin’ tracks out of that little psycho circus while you still can. That’s the only piece of friendly advice I’m gonna give you before I kick your face out of the back of your head. This week, you have the unfortunate job of playing the messenger. And once I drop your bloodied, broken body at the feet of Levi and his merry band of fuckwits, he’ll get the message loud and clear.”As he drew his thumb across his throat with a snarl, Malachi shoved the camera over onto its side, and it crackled with static as it hit the floor. Through the static, he could be seen walking into the shadows of the warehouse, almost disappearing into the dark as the camera finally flickered out.
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Post by Nick Madison on Jun 19, 2019 12:17:32 GMT -5
The Messenger Chapter One - The Obligatory Promo Video
(The scene opens on a rooftop in Las Vegas at night. We scan across the rooftop until we settle on the seated figure of Dillon Crowe. He’s sitting on a ledge, hands folded, as the Collateral Damahe Championship is placed next to him. He’s looking away from the camera as he begins to talk.)
Dillon Crowe: So, management doesn’t want me “interacting with the fans” after the “incident” before Destiny. Yet the puissants still want me to send in a video promoting my match for this week. Ohhh you’re a champion, we need it for our website. What a crock of bullshit.
(Dillon looks up at the camera.)
Dillon Crowe: Well, here it is, fuckers. Here’s your damned video. And what better setting than a random rooftop at night? It’s like the old days of PWS. You know? The ones where random superstar sits on a rooftop to talk about their match for no fucking reason, sometimes it was even raining for dramatic effect. This is a giant middle finger to all of thise “promos’”
(Dillon shakes his head and grabs the championship belt and holds it in his hands.)
Dillon Crowe: you know how most champions thank the fans when they win titles for all their support and all that bullshit? Yeah that’s not coming from me, because I don’t owe the fans, I don’t owe anyone a damn thing. I didn’t go out there and win this for the fans, I won this as step one in a process. This is the first step, and those talentless wastes of body mass were only stepping stones for me to drag my boots on.
(Dillon stands up, hoisting the title belt over his shoulder and folding his hands once again.)
Dillon Crowe: That brings us to this week’s flavor, Malachi O’Connel. Sure, he wants to go by just Malachi, but why be ashamed of your family name? I think we can both be honest and the rest of your lot are far more decent people than you are. It should be interesting to see what happens when you and I step in the ring against each other, just...do leave your bitch in the back in her cage, where she belongs. Then you and I can see who is mote twisted. Oh, and if “lil Bella” does decide to come out there? I will not hesitate to give her a taste of her own medicine that she she so graciously demonstrated at the expense of Levi. I told you before ilttle girl, my war is not with you, but it would be wise to stay out of my path.
(Dillon starts to walk around the rooftop, hands still folded as he looks at his surroundings.)
Dillon Crowe: Enough children talk, back to the matter at hand. Malachi, which in Hebrew translates to my messenger or my angel...far from Heaven’s angel, aren’t we? In another situation, you and I might be able to stand on the same side. Unfortunately, extenuating circumstances make that impossible. So, instead, we are going to battle in your first match inside a PWS ring. Now, I know you’ve been wrestling all around in other promotions, this time in the squared circle certainly not your first rodeo, and surely it won’t be your last. However, I can’t promise you won’t leave this bout unscathed, unscarred, and unbroken. This isn’t your brother you’re facing, this is t your sister’s boy toy. You’re stepping into the ring with one wicked motherfucker, so you best be ready.
(Dillon starts to turn away from the camera, but stops. He turns his head to the side, looking back at the camera.)
Dillon Crowe: Now that I think about it, your name is actually quite appropriate. I’m going to use you to send a message to everyone else that is put in my way. I’m not one to be messed with. And in the moment you find yourself standing in that ring, and you look across to see these eyes staring back at you? In that moment, know one thing. You’re fucked.
(Dillon turns away from the camera and the footage ends.)
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The Messenger Chapter Two - Not Your Dancing Monkey
(The scene opens in the backstage halls of the T-Mobile Arena, where we see Claire Anderson trying to catch up with Dillon Crowe.)
Claire Anderson: Dillon, Dillon, could I just get a quick word?
(Dillon stops and lets out a sigh. He turns around with a frustrated expression on his face.)
Dillon Crowe: What..Do you...want?
Claire Anderson: Management wanted me to get a quick interview with you about your match and to see if you could give some insight as to what brought you here.
(Dillon lets out a groan.)
Dillon Crowe: They want an interview? Here it is. I brought myself here. My match? I’m gonna go out and kick ass. Interview over.
Claire Anderson: But I have more questions…
Dillon Crowe: I don’t five a damn. I’m not their fucking dancing monkey, jumping whenever they say so. Now, if you would leave me the hell alone, I have a match to focus on.
Claire Anderson: Hey I’m just trying to do my job here!
Dillon Crowe: and I’m sure you are lovely at it, but there really is no point in trying to interview me. I’m not a nice person. I’m an asshole, and I don’t give two shits about it.
(Dillon starts to walk away, when he is stopped by a crew member.)
Dillon Crowe: Fffffuck...now what?
Crew Member This came for you.
(The crew member hands Dillon a letter.)
Dillon Crowe: What is this?
Crew Member I don’t know. My instructions were just to bring it straight you.
(Dillon opens the letter and starts reading it for a moment. He quickly wads up the paper in his hands and squeezes it into a fist. He stays sitting for a moment.)
Claire Anderson: What was it?
Dillon Crowe:...my mom died. That’s all.
(Without saying anything, before anything else can be said, Dillon walks off, leaving Claire and the crew member speechless.)
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The Messenger Chapter Three - Abandon All Hope
(We see Dillon Crowe sitting in the arena before fans come in, as he surveys the scene. We can tell the cameraman is trying to kind of be quiet with his actions.)
Dillon Crowe: I can hear you, you know.
Cameraman: Sorry man, I was told-
Dillon Crowe: Let me guess. Management found out about the letter and wanted you to follow me to get my reaction, right?
Cameraman: Well, pretty much.
Dillon Crowe: You wannna know what was in that letter? Medical bills, legal issues I’m gonna have to take care of. There’s a reason I don’t have family drama, it’s because I have no family. When my family went to shit, my mom turned to drugs, that’s what got her in the end, how fitting.
(Dillon lets out a sigh of disgust.)
Dillon Crowe: So that’s why I came here. To clear my head and process how the fuck I’m gonna get this all taken care of, ya know, before you came along.
Cameraman: I’m sorry, I’m just-
Dillon Crowe: I know, I know, just doing your job.
Cameraman: Ssssooo, you’re not mad?
Dillon Crowe: Of course I’m mad. I’m fuckin’ pissed. I just don’t have the mental energy to tell you to fuck off. So stay there and shut up.
Cameraman: Yes sir.
Dillon Crowe: Oh, oh God don’t call me sir. My fuckin father was always in me growing up about that shit, like the fucker had a decent bone in his body. Eh this past Sunday was Fathers Day, maybe I should have went to visit him, could have pissed on his grave. You see, management had been wanting me to open up about what makes me tick? Hatred. It’s hatred that drives me. Hatred for...everything. I’ve been dealt a shit hand in life, and it’s made me an asshole, and I’m alright with that. It keeps me grounded, I don’t get caught up in my emotions, and I can wrap this all in to relevance with my match tonight. Malachi has a lot of rage, he’s got his family drama, he’s having to look after his bitch, and he wants more than anything to get his hands on Levi. I’m sure he thinks I won’t be able to handle all his rage...thing is poor bastard had NO IDEA what he’s signed up for.
(Dillon clears his throat.)
Dillon Crowe: any time I step in that ring, I don’t see my opponents for who they are. I see all the bullshit I’ve had to put up with over the years, a drugged Up mother, a father that abandoned his family, a half brother that didn’t want anything to do with me, but wannna know something? Fuck ‘em. They’re all dead and I’m still fuvkin’ here. So I guess I knew what the fuck I was doing after all.
(Dillon holds up the wadded up letter in his hand, as he looks at it.)
Dillon Crowe: Yeah, I was violent before, Mal thinks he’s ready for the violence, he’s not. No one is, no one would have been, and now….
(Dillon almost smirks, as he looks over at the camera.)
Dillon Crowe: Abandon all hope.
(Dillon gets up and walks away, as the camera fades to black.)
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