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Post by Eddie Lopez on Jun 10, 2019 13:03:10 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 Deleted on Jun 19, 2019 21:44:17 GMT -5
The casinos in Las Vegas are always a place where one can get lost in their own minds while being distracted at the same time. Cynthia is no different. She found a slot machine that was bright and filled with pretty colors. It is unknown how long she has been at the slot machine. But it does appear that she has been placed under a trance by the machine. She was mindlessly putting her tokens from her bucket into the machine and pulling the lever. The machine would make its spins, stopping on various logos
BAR- BAR-CHERRY CHERRY-BAR-BAR SEVEN-SEVEN-PINEAPPLE
Old Lady: You’ve come so close! You’ve got the machine warmed up.
PINEAPPLE-BAR-CHERRY
Cynthia: Yeah… Warmed up…
Cynthia looked down and saw that she was out of tokens. She sighed as she stood up to go get more. She slipped a hundred dollar bill from her Death Note wallet and got more tokens. She had returned to the machine that she was playing on for hours on end to find that some had taken her seat at the machine and was playing on it. She huffed, knowing that she was going to regret losing her seat. She went to sit down on the other side of the old lady she made acquaintances with. She went back to the slots.
CHERRY-CHERRY-KIWI LEMON-CHERRY-BAR
Random Person: BOOYAH!!!!
Both Cynthia and the old lady look up to see that the guy at the machine where Cynthia was playing at before was going off with bells and sirens sounding off from the machine. The man had hit the jackpot. Tokens were being dumped out from the machine. Security had showed up to make sure he was safe. It looked like all the life had left Cynthia’s eyes and face. She stood up and walked away with her bucket of tokens.
Cynthia was in the restroom staring at the mirror. She started banging her head on the counter in frustration.
Cynthia: BAKA BAKA BAKA!
Old lady: You know, you’ll get yourself on concussion protocol again if you keep doing that.
The old lady was in the public restroom as well. She had followed Cynthia after the jackpot happened. She gave the young woman a napkin to wipe her tears.
Old Lady: It’s always hard to see someone bank off your hard work. It makes you want to quit, doesn’t it?
Cynthia took the napkin and cleaned off her face. She nodded in response to her question.
Cynthia: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying over the slots. It’s just…
Old Lady: You’re tired of people stealing your glory? You’re tired of getting shafted over the hard work that you put in?
Cynthia: How did you…?
Old Lady: I work the ticketing at T-Mobile Arena. Your face is plastered over the trucks that came in for the show on Friday. I actually keep up with wrestling. I didn’t want to bother you with an autograph or picture because you seemed down and in your own little world. It’s bad to drown your sorrows in slots. Dangerous to do that.
Cynthia: it’s just that there’s so much politics in this sport. I earned a one on one match, then two people kept butting into my opportunities. I just want my fair shake!
Cynthia started hanging her head on the counter again. The old lady patted her on the shoulder.
Old Lady: Listen to some old wisdom. “It’s always dark before there’s light.” It’s gonna be bad before it’s good. Nothing that’s worth it is ever easy. You’re gonna get that belt. You’re too good in that ring to not to be a champion.
Cynthia: Thanks. But, it’s gonna be hard to fight all the politics. Especially, against who I’m facing…
Old Lady: Oh, someone that has wrestling in her blood… literally… Her parents are Hall of Famers. Every trick of the trade she learned first hand from them. But, maybe that can be a disadvantage. She didn’t have to grind like you did. She didn’t have to work the grimey areas.
Cynthia: But she has a lot to prove either way. They have their own set of challenges. She has a smaller learning curve. Bella HAS to be great. Bella HAS to live up to both her last names. So much pressure…
Old Lady: It’ll make diamonds out of both of you. Just have a great show. Don’t worry about wins and losses. Just dazzle the crowd. I have to admit. I like your style better than the others. Everyone nowadays has to do fly off of something. Not you. You’re true to what wrestling is. You know how to grapple and toss and ground them. Just stick to that and you’ll be fine.
Cynthia: Arigato. Thank you, Oba-san. (Loosely translate to grandma or old lady)
Old Lady: You’re good. You may want to straighten your hair a little bit on the way out.
Cynthia brushed her hair from her face and walked out. The guy that had hit the jackpot from before was waiting outside. He was wearing a t-shirt with Sasuke on the front and wearing a necklace and with a Zapdos on it. His hair was slicked back but still a little messy. He had glasses on as well. He nervously adjusted. Cynthia blushed immediately.
Guy: I’m sorry for before. I didn’t know it was your machine. Can I treat you to dinner?
Cynthia: S-sure. I’ll give you a shot. Since you’re an Instinct.
The guy’s voice gave away that he may not have always been a male. But, Cynthia didn’t care about that. Cynthia showed her phone case with the Electric Bird Pokemon on it.
Cynthia: Although, I have to say that Sasuke is such a basic fuckboy.
The duo went on towards the restaurant area to have their impromptu date.
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Post by Bella Madison on Jun 19, 2019 22:52:09 GMT -5
“Take all the chances while you can. You never know when they'll pass you by Like a sum a mathematician cannot solve Like me trying my hardest to explain”
~_~_~_~_~ Chances ~_~_~_~_~
That’s all that life is....it’s a series of the chances that you take and those that you don’t. Our paths have an infinite number of these strange and unusual opportunities to vastly shift everything we ever will do or won’t do.
I’m a big believer that this one word has such a tremendous influence on our lives.
Heavens only know, it has on mine.
And in case you didn’t know, the last 6 months have been a series of non-stop chances. It’s all up there on twitter for everyone to view. Go back and have fun. I do on the regular. It’s quite the entertaining tale.
Either way, Destiny was something else. I’m sure if M. Night Shyamalan was watching even he wouldn’t had expected that twist. I took a chance once again. If anyone was going to start this off with a bang, far be it from me to deny anyone a memory to remember. There isn’t a soul in PWS History that is going to forget the one that saved that son of a bitch from himself years ago, made herself known with a chair shot over his head. Her Uncle Levi. Not anymore.
I rather not discuss what happened in Oklahoma City. I barely even remember. Seeing things even happening on television seemed surreal, almost an out of body experience. Waking up the next day, not knowing how the hell I even got there for a moment. I spent the next 24 hours after that, in a fog, hoping on a plane and getting the fuck out of Oklahoma with Mal on high alert.
Back to the chances we take. I couldn’t even imagine what things would have been like if I didn’t go to that show back in March. I don’t want to. Coming to Paris was one of the most liberating things I could have ever done but accepting his invite was next level my ‘Declaration of Independence’. The right to my happiness started there because I got really sick and tired of getting treated with kid gloves. “Stay away from him.” Yup....saw how well that worked out. I talk back and don’t listen....And now it’s World War 3.
And I have no one to blame...except maybe myself. At least I can look at myself in the mirror and smile, because I have a lot to smile about.
~_~_~_~_~ Home Sweet Home ~_~_~_~_~
Ah, New York. We’ve been on the move so much the past few weeks, that things are still in cases and boxes. In fact...
“I’m beginning to wonder why the hell I even packed up my shit and shipped it back from Paris. I haven’t had time to take care of any of this,” Bella said searching through one of the many boxes that lines the new apartment in a familiar building...at least to the O’Neils.
“That whole international waters and hours upon hours in a plane, love.” Mal says with a smirk on his face. “What are you searching for? Maybe I can help?”
Bella stops and looks around, “Besides the rest of my underwear?” And with that she brings her hand up, “Don’t you dare say it.”
“Like it needed to be said...but doesn’t mean you can stop me from thinking it.” he laughed. “But no, seriously...”
Bella just shakes her head “Ummm, hard to explain but it’s something mom gave me before I left for Paris. Almost like a good luck charm.” She goes to move a box and it just falls off to the side with a loud bang. She looks at it and just keeps moving from box to box.
“Wanna give me a clue? Animal, Vegetable, mineral?”
“It’s clothing...”
“Ok, we’re getting somewhere. Style? Color?”
Bella stops for a moment, almost annoyed, “It’s her old ring jacket. Leather, black and red and sleeveless. She entrusted it to me for safe keeping and I haven’t seen it since I graduated back in May.” She continues to go through the boxes just almost saying ‘fuck it’ and dumping them out getting more and more frustrated, “I’m starting to freak out just a little bit because I really wanted it with me at least in the bag for this week....”
Just as she goes to toss another box Malachi grabs it to stop her “Because of it being your first match. I remember, you talked about it.”
Bella’s look softens a bit, almost apologetic, “I just...after 2 weeks ago I didn’t want to take any chances. She was freaked enough as is after everything. And ‘specially since she’s gotta miss this, felt like she should at least be there in some form or another.”
He knew the whole thing got to her, but even after her breakdown it’s not her she’s concerned about but everyone else. He sighs and looks directly into her eyes “Bells, your mother is going to be proud of you, no matter what. That damn jacket will turn up one way or another, you’re going to show them all that you are...how’d your ma put it?”
Bella can’t help but crack a big smile and laugh “Second Generation Not to be Fucked With?”
“Yeah that, and if that sick twisted mother fucker comes anywhere near you...”
She lets out a groan, “Fucking let him. Can’t keep running forever. Besides, if we go looking over our shoulders every minute of every Goddamn day, nothing is going to get done. I’m gonna get distracted and Psycho Cynthia is going to win and we can’t have that happening now can we?” Mal just shakes his head and gives her a hug in thought for just a moment before saying...
“Still doesn’t mean that I’m not gonna rip his asshole through his nostrils”
Bella rolls her eyes and playfully pushes him away, “Oh ew...must you be so graphic all the time? And besides, if that was remotely possible, there would have been some horror movie out there that would have done it by now.”
Bella turns and grabs a box as he stops to think about that, “You have a point. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want to at least attempt it.”
She smiles at him and gives him a kiss on his cheek, “In due time, love. In due time.” She walks away. Mal looks at her for a moment and realizes something, “DID YOU JUST DO A DIFFERENT VERSION OF THE BABE “THAT’LL DO PIG” TO ME?!?!”
Silence for a moment.... “....Oh look I finally found my underwear!”
“Don’t change the subject!”
~_~_~_~_~ I Am Home ~_~_~_~_~
Scene fades back in and this time we are in Vegas at the T-Mobile Arena and the show has already been set up and ready to rock for Friday Night Riot. At the entrance we see Bella step through the curtain and onto the stage. “I didn’t get to enjoy this the last time I was out in an arena.” She said taking it all in. The lights, the stage, the video board being tested. “In fact until Destiny, I never even shared a ring with any of my family unless we were training.”
She closes her eyes for a moment as if she’s trying to embed it all into her memory. “Yeah mom brought me out but this...I’m not going to lie,” she says taking a deep breath and opening her grey eyes, “I am nervous as hell. We all knew this was coming though, right? 9 years ago, when the 12 year old me showed up and mom and I found one another, this was inevitable. The second generation....Gracie was the first. But this...it’s almost too surreal. I am the girl that saved us all once...and I am the woman that probably launched one of the greatest battles that will ever come. But that is the future....this is now”
She steps out a little bit further and stands at the very top before the ramp really begins to the ring, “Here is the cool part about all of this, there isn’t but a select few that really know how I got to this point. Yeah there was a lot of talk on twitter; but Paris wasn’t just for college, boys and girls. I grew up and I finally realized what I wanted. It took being threatened again. It took having things ripped apart because of my choices AND....this is my favorite part, it took the chances of one man and yours truly to make things abundantly crystal fucking clear for me. I wanted this life, I wanted to step into that ring. Fuck fear. Fuck all the bullshit that has gone down. No offense to Gracie Lopez, because girl you have had my back since DAY ONE, but it’s time to take the Second Generation to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL!
I AM Second Generation NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH! I am the daughter of Laura Phoenix, I am the adopted daughter of Nick Madison. And if you know PWS History, that is some amazing heritage lined up for me but I am not here to live off their names. I am here to make my own path and well, here I am!” She shrugs, “Cynthia, poor sweet darling crazy lady that has a chip on her shoulder, especially after Destiny. You think the idea of the names and all that would bug me but after what I’ve done, I don’t know, it sorta seems superfluous. Pointless, because that story is already told. What I do in that ring is what is going to matter the most and sadly, sweets, it starts with you. I’m not going to bow the fuck down to anyone that decides that my life is their little jar of play-doh. I do this for me.”
She looks around for a moment, “I hope like hell, Cynthia, that you are ready for anything. Because it’s not just the match that has the chance to make us, it is also the match where shit can get real...quick, fast and in a major hurry. You may have to choose sides. But I am nervous, I am excited...but most of all when it’s all said and done, everyone will know that the little girl, has indeed grown up and isn’t afraid of the monsters anymore.”
From behind her someone clears their throat and she quickly turns around to see a delivery man standing there. “I’m sorry to disturb you, are you Elizabeth Madison?”
“Yeah?” she says confused.
“I have a package for you miss.” He hands her a bag package and has her sign her name and quickly leaves. Bella doesn’t waste time and opens it up and pulls out the contents...only to smile as she holds in her hands a revamped, upgraded version of her mom’s ring jacket. A note was tucked into the pocket and she reads it out-loud.
“Daughter of mine....tonight is just one....build your own legacy but never forget where you came from. Love always, Mom” Bella can’t help but laugh a bit. “P.S., tell Mal thanks for me.”
Bella can’t help but shake her head and hold the jacket close for a moment before she slips it on and pulls the hood over her pink hair. “Well...what do you know....fits just right.”
She walks away into the back as the camera fades to black.
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