Post by Eddie Lopez on Jun 24, 2019 19:08:12 GMT -5
From the Sold out Capitol One Arena (14,500)
1 RP 500 minimum and 5000 maximum
Deadline is Tuesday 7/2/19. 11:59 pm.
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2019 21:50:08 GMT -5
Cynthia Hellsing is sitting in a dark room with a single lamp on. She’s seems to be cutting out from a magazine. She had a deranged look on her face as she was clipping away. A figure appeared from the bathroom in a hotel bathrobe. He was the person that Cynthia had met in Vegas.
Cynthia: How was the bath, KC-kun?
KC wrapped his arms around her.
KC: It was lonely without you. But, you seem to be busy. Who are you making that for?
Cynthia: No one in particular…
KC: Riiiight. Anyways, I’m glad that you let me start traveling with you. I’m also happy you accept me for who i am.
Cynthia: Like I said on our date. You’re a man in my eyes. A damn handsome one too.
Cynthia gave KC a peck on his nose. She starts to go back to her arts and craft project.
KC: You’re worrying me though. You barely slept since Destiny…
Cynthia: I’ve slept fine…
KC: You’ve started to look like L without even putting on the makeup… get some sleep. You have a big match. You’re gonna have a big match coming up. That United title will be yours.
Cynthia: Yes… it will be…
KC: I’m just simply amazed that someone who was trained at Levi Russow’s school came out to be so…
Cynthia: Normal? Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.
Cynthia placed her project in a manilla envelope and left the room. She was walking down the hall with a somber look on her face. She stopped in her tracks and sighed. A dark midnight shadows appeared behind her.
Cynthia: Why are you back…?
??: Oh? You think that you’ve gotten rid of me that easily. Forever the number 2… never the number 1. First, you were too slow for the ladder. Next, you let your guard down. You’re always doing things the right way. You’re always getting shafted… and not in the good way.
??: Telling me to shut up isn’t going to change the fact that you’re the bridesmaid of PWSX-Apex. Always the challenger, never the champion.
??: You're always gonna be this close. But, no cigar.
Cynthia: I beat Milo-kun once… I can do it again…
??: If you get the chance. Come on. How are you gonna be able to get passed a judo flipping machine. You grab her for a suplex, she’ll have twenty million ways to put you in an armbar. Not to mention her family is a bit nuts. Alanah has that mean streak in her. Not to mention her trainer…
Cynthia turns around to face the dark specter of her imagination to find he’s not there’s she turns around and sees that he’s in her face now. She flinched and fell to the floor.
??: Bridesmaid…. bridesmaid…. bridesmaid…
Cynthia: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Cynthia started to run away and made it to the elevator. She came off one floor above, still clutching onto the envelope. She reached another hotel room and tape it to the door and ran off. The specter was following her softly chanting “bridesmaid” in her ear. It was like she was trying to get away from the specter. Upon closer inspection, the specter was coming from her back. She made it back to her room where she slammed the door shut. The specter seemed to be gone. She was panting and sighing in relief.
KC: Everything okay, babe?
Cynthia: Everything’s fine. I’m just regretting that I binged Soul Eater… Fucking Crona…
KC: But he’s so cute!
Cynthia: yeah… I need some sleep...
Post by Alanah O'Connell on Jul 3, 2019 22:38:55 GMT -5
Following the end of Riot
Letting out a triumphant yell, Jack Russow and Mack McKane burst through the curtain at the top of the stairs leading into the backstage area. Leaping to the floor from halfway up the stairs, Jack pumped his fists in the air as Mack followed behind him, flipping his knife closed and sliding it into his pocket.
“That was insane!” Jack said loudly. “Did you see the looks on their faces? They were crappin’ themselves!”
“Your pops looked fit to be tied, mate,” Mack responded, grinning from ear to ear. “Pity they didn’t start anything though. I was itchin’ for a good brawl.”
“And Lanah...babe, you were a certified, grade-A badass!” Jack cheered.
Still no answer. Jack turned around with a puzzled expression on his face. At the bottom of the steps, Alanah O’Connell stood rooted to the spot, her dark brown eyes wide. Instead of the brash, confident demeanor she had exhibited in the ring just a few moments ago, she looked terrified and on the verge of tears.
Jack walked back to her and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “Alanah? Are you OK?”
She looked up at him, the tears in her eyes finally spilling over and coursing down her cheeks. “He was going to…” she whispered. “If we hadn’t done what we did, your father would have -” A choked sob rose up in her throat, and she covered her mouth with her hands as she started crying.
Immediately, Jack pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “I know, I know. But we did go out there, and we saved her. And we’re not gonna let Syn and his freaks run this show. As long as the three of us are here, we’ll shut them down at every turn. Right?” He tilted Alanah’s face up to look at him, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with his thumb. “And, as much as I am loathe to admit it, your brother seems like he’s sort of on our side with all this. In his own way.”
Alanah sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “After what we did tonight....your father is going to be unhinged. More so than he already was. I’m...I’m scared, Jack.” She tightened her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.
“I know. But you have Mack and I. We’re right there with you, babe,” he said.
“We ain’t gonna let them freaks do to you what they did to Bella,” Mack chimed in. “They’ll be dead if they try.”
Alanah smiled slightly. “My heroes.”
Jack kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s my girl. Now come on, there’s a Denny’s that is calling our names. Onward, my posse!”
Mack rolled his eyes and slugged him in the shoulder. “Don’t ever say that again.”
Jack winced in mock pain, which caused Alanah to giggle as the trio walked out of the arena.
New York City
Sitting on the balcony of her apartment, staring down at the lights of Manhattan, Alanah O’Connell seemed deep in thought as she wrapped her arms around her drawn-up legs, resting her chin atop them. Beside her on the patio couch, her dog Lady whined slightly and licked at Alanah’s hand, which brought the young woman out of her reverie. She smiled at the dog, giving her a pat on the head before letting out a heavy sigh.
“I never wanted any of this,” she said softly, her Irish accent quiet in the night air. “All I wanted was a place to get my wrestling career off the ground. Somewhere I could just make my name. Instead, I get dragged into another family war…” She paused, taking a deep breath and looking at the camera. “But I can’t think about that now. Right now, I have to focus on the fact that in two days’ time, I’ll be fighting for my first opportunity at a championship in my career. And it’s only my fourth professional match.” She laughed a little, though the sound was hollow. “I always thought that the first time I’d get an opportunity like this, it would be different. Guess that’s what I get for being so idealistic, isn’t it?”
She straightened her legs so that she could stand up, walking over to the railing and leaning over it so she could stare straight down at the street below. The night breeze blew back her blonde hair, and she closed her eyes at the feeling. “From the moment I started training, so many people told me that I needed to get aggressive. That I was just too sweet, too nice. They told me that I wouldn’t get far if I didn’t toughen up. I never really listened to them. I told myself that they were wrong. I could - no, I would make it in this business by just being myself. So far, it’s been working pretty well for me. But, as you’ve all clearly seen...I can’t be that person anymore. I’ve been forced into a war that I wanted no part of, and now I’m turning into someone that I never thought I would be.” A small smile crept onto her face. “But, if I’m being honest with myself? It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
She turned around and leaned against the railing. “After all, it seems to have gotten me a contendership opportunity against Cynthia Hellsing at Red, White and Bruised this coming Friday. When I stood in that ring, crowbar in hand, staring down Levi and the freaks at Riot...I won’t lie, there was a part of me that was terrified. But there was another part of me that...woke up. A part of me that enjoyed the feeling of power. That rush of adrenaline. That surge of intensity. For the first time since I stepped into a ring, people looked at me not with scorn, or amusement...with fear.” She laughed a little. “Of course, part of that might have had to do with Jack and Mack in the ring with me, but nevertheless...I felt like a force to be reckoned with. And come this Friday, I will be.”
She turned and sat back on the couch again, crossing her legs underneath her and resting her elbows on her knees. “Cynthia, I know you haven’t really been having the greatest luck here in Apex. And on Friday, I’m sorry to say that the trend will continue. I know I haven’t been wrestling for very long, but I’m not going to give this opportunity up so easily. After all, I have a family name to represent. Well, two, if you want to get technical. I’m walking into this match 100% focused and ready, no matter what you or anyone else might think. Whatever is going on outside of the match will not be a factor. I will be walking out of the Capitol One Arena on Friday night with my title shot for the United Championship. Mark my words.”
With a slight smile and a wave of her hand, the scene faded out to black.