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Post by Star Stormz on Aug 11, 2019 22:30:09 GMT -5
United Championship Singles Match Miles Kasey (c) v Alanah O’Connell
Deadline Friday August 16, 2019 at 11:59 PM Eastern
Min 500 max 500 - 1 rp each
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Post by Miles Kasey on Aug 16, 2019 22:01:53 GMT -5
Rue Vielle du Temple, 75003.
One secret I was suppose to keep. It was her safe haven away from everything in Paris.
Early hours of the 3rd March 2019 Paris, France
“BELLA WAIT!” I’m running after her down some street that was behind a building where she had delivered this amazing speech in front of a lot of people and a reception was held shortly after....and I turned around and embarrassed her.
“GO BACK IN THERE MILES AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” I have never seen someone move so fast in heels in my life but she had me paced pretty good already but I did eventually catch up to her. “Let me explain!”
“Explain? Ok, you’re here for me with my uncle and I turn around and you’re gone! Nowhere to be found.” I’m already cringing because I’ve only seen this one other time when she was screaming at Levi, “AND THEN! When I do find you, you looking oh so cozy with your tongue shoved down Colette’s throat!”
“SHE KISSED ME FIRST!” ...that came out all wrong. And I knew it as soon as I said it.
“Oh...so that’s the excuse you’re going to use? REALLY?” she just scoffs at me and pulls away trying to walk away again but I stop her.
“I know that came out way wrong. I’m sorry, OK? I...don’t know what came over me. She approached me, practically cornering me and was asking all kinds of questions about you and me and the next thing I know....” I sigh, this is pointless because nothing I say is going to calm this situation any. “How can I make this better?”
She just puts up her hand and looks at me about as cool as ice...and I’m not talking a few cubes....the kind that would sink ships, “You can’t. We agreed before I left that we were friends, and I’m upset because you were here for me. All I want to do right now is to walk away because if I go back in there, I’m gonna snatch Colette’s extensions right out of her head and throw her into the ice sculpture. I can’t do that here Miles, I’m trying to build a professional image and right now it’s tarnished because of you. So thank you.”
“Bella, that was not my intention. I’m just as much the victim here as you are.” I kinda bend down to try and look at her eyes but she’s just avoiding my glances, “You believe me, don’t you? That I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you?”
She just sighed in defeat, “I guess. Doesn’t mean I’m still not pissed off.”
I put my hands up in defense, “As is every right for you to be. And you know what would get under her skin even more? Walking back in there with your head held high.”
“It would get to her, since she’s out to destroy me apparently.” she smirks a little bit “It’d really make her mad if you came back in there with me. But don’t think I’m still not mad at you.”
“I will admit that I fucked this up plenty and I’m amazed you didn’t slap me the minute I tried to stop you.”
“...I almost did.” she says rocking on her heels a bit “Friends, right?”
“Friends. I promise you that won’t change, even with that tosser chasing you.”
Bella smiles and takes my arm as we make our way back to the door, “Oh come on, he’s harmless.”
“As a rattlesnake...Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Maybe I should give Colette my number...”
“...you really are asking for it tonight.”
*STATIC*
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
...where is she?
“No....I....won’t...”
Don’t you forget? I OWN YOU!!!! You don’t want to destroy yourself before you even get to PWS:APEX do you?!?! All you have to do is give me what I want and I’ll let you go.
“I promised her...I- won’t...”
*STATIC*
“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”
QUIT FIGHTING IT!!!!
“What...will you do...to her...”
That’s no one’s business but mine.
“Then...PISS OFF!”
*STATIC*
You get one more chance boy. ....one more. And remember, if you don’t, your beautiful sister and mother will be my next victims. Just give me her address.
“.....”
.....again.
“Rue Vielle du Temple”
Finally....
*STATIC*
Snapping out of sleep, that memory...the screams...haunts me...5 months and I can’t bring myself to face her. To tell her....
“Promises made...and broken.”
And now the ghost has been called out by her....and it sits harder with me than my own match against Alanah. Why? Because right now the United Championship seems rather unimportant. She’s in this position because I was a weak piece of shit. All the postering and posing I do on twitter, like an idiot, hoping I get something out of her and instead I’m making myself look like an ass. I noticed it the last time I got drunk and all she could tell me is to “Fuck off” ....I deserved that. Accept the fact that she is happy, Milo.
What I can’t accept is she’s sacrificing herself for them and they don’t even know it. Either that or they don’t care. That shit pisses me off more than anything. You’d think at least her best friend, Alanah would at least care and raise hell about it, but nothing. Twitter is quiet....
“What the fuck are they up too?”
And why the fuck do I even care? Why should I give a rats fucking ass about any of those people? Besides Mack, I barely know any of them. And getting threatened by Malachi that if I hurt her....fucker...what the fuck is this business about? I’ve always heard how Alanah says she got into this but never intentionally meant to be an intergender wrestler. And now she finds herself with a chance to become the United Champion.
“.....she’s gotta beat me first.”
But my thoughts drift back to Riot....and I know it’s my fault. This whole fucking thing is my fault because I could have easily sacrificed myself and they would all be able to be living lives where they won’t be in the hospital every time they have a show. “The world would be better off without my dumb ass....”
But then your mom...your sister...remember them numbnuts? The ones you did it for? The ones you do THIS for? The ones you fought tooth and nail and became the United Champion for??? So why the fuck does it matter about that group? Their parents should have finished the job years ago....
He was right...maybe it’s time to come home. .....Wait...No...I don’t need him.
“I’m better off doing this shit on my own.”
....I really need to get the fuck out of this room.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing....I need to keep myself focused....goals in mind, gym...the gym is good.
“Center Stage....what a fucking roller coaster.”
Ok maybe it was a little presumptuous of me to step up and truly challenge Alanah like I did at Red, White and Blue but fuck if I wasn’t going to not be seen. As a champion, I should be at the forefront of a lot of these shows and yet I took a back seat and yeah, I was bitter as fuck about it. I’m not going to lie, that little Irish Rose, she’s a spitfire and a half. I get why Jack fell hard for her. Hell, I would have too. But, she like her brothers, so much talent....she could very well beat my ass. Hell, I deserve it. I’ve been a prick since the day I walked in.
But one thing is for certain, I’ve got to continue doing this. I’ve got to keep fighting against the fight. I need to go above and beyond because if for one moment I give in to him again, I might be lost to that forever. I made a promise....
I can’t keep breaking those.
I will never be him.
But I will still be the United Champion.
Miss O’Connell....go time, love.
And maybe the Monsters will be silenced.
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Post by Alanah O'Connell on Aug 16, 2019 22:54:27 GMT -5
"You Can Be The King, But Watch The Queen Conquer."
Blackwater Castle County Cork, Ireland
The scene opened up with a sweeping view of the lush green grounds surrounding Blackwater Castle, situated in the south of the Republic of Ireland. The view continued on through the stone archway, right up to the front entrance where Alanah O’Connell was standing. Dressed in a simple blue sheath dress with black lacy flats on her feet, she stared up at the imposing stone structure with a quiet awe across her face, before turning her attention to the camera.
“When I started my training, one name was repeated to us as the standard we should look to: Miles Kasey. All we ever heard was how hard he worked, how quickly he learned. He became something of a mythological figure to our class. Everything we did was measured against the standards he set. And for some, it was an impossible task. I watched as so many gave up. So many walked away with their heads down and their tails between their legs because they thought it was impossible.”
She stepped into the castle itself, walking slowly through the ornately decorated halls and admiring the scenery as she walked along. “Me, however? I thrived. I was given a challenge, and anyone who knows me knows that I don’t stop, I don’t back down until I’ve obliterated any challenge set before me. Sure enough, by the time our class was ready to graduate, everyone was talking about me. Miles became a distant memory. I became the new standard to beat.”
She came to a large open area, sunlight filtering through the skylights high above. She walked between the sunbeams, seeming to glow with an otherworldly aura as she did. “This match between us is more than just about a title, Miles. It’s about proving that there’s a reason the two of us are the most talked-about students in the history of that school. We are going to set the tone for the entire pay per view to follow...and I know we won’t make it easy to follow us. We are going to have the match of the night, with all due respect to the rest of the card. But like I said before, this is about more than just a title. This is a matter of pride. A matter of prestige. When this match is said and done, one of us will truly be able to say we’re the best to come out of Levi Russow’s school.”
A little smirk crossed her face, reminiscent of her two older brothers as she stopped in front of a set of towering wooden doors, intricately carved with mythological beast straight out of Irish folklore. “And it’s going to be me.”
She gave a solid push, and the doors creaked open slowly.The camera panned around to show a lavishly decorated throne room, like something straight out of a scene from Game of Thrones, complete with a large throne at the head of the room, sitting on a tall stone dais. When the camera panned back around, Alanah was shown now dressed in a shimmering golden gown that hugged her upper body and flared out into voluminous folds from her waist. Atop her blonde hair sat a small gold crown, shaped like twisting vines with jeweled flowers adorning it. She smiled as she began to walk towards the throne, her steps echoing in the cavernous room. At the side of the throne, Jack Russow stood dressed in a traditional Irish outfit, complete with kilt. He held a hand out to help Alanah up the steps, and stood at her side as she settled herself into the throne. She stared down the camera with a regal gaze, her brown eyes flashing with determination.
“Miles, I hope you know that you’re not stepping into the ring with the same girl that started in this company all those months ago. I’ve been through the fire, and come out the other side unburnt. I am ready, willing and able to do whatever it takes to make sure that I walk out of Centre Stage with the United Championship.” She tilted her head to the side slightly. “The real question is...are you?”
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