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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Sept 3, 2019 21:32:45 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT Singles Match Malachi v Richard Rider
PWS: APEX Presents Friday Night Riot
Qudos Bank Arena Sydney, Australia Show Date: 8/13/19
1 RP Max Per Person
500 word minimum 5000 word maximum
Deadline is Wednesday, 9/11/19 at 11:59PM Eastern
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Post by Richard Rider on Sept 11, 2019 22:13:39 GMT -5
(The scene fades up with Richard Rider strutting around the back. He stops a random, female stagehand)
Richard: Hey there, beautiful. Wanna touch a main eventer?
(She raised an eyebrow and scoffed in disgust before storming off. He shrugged)
Richard: Stuck up. A list celebrity, main event superstar… soon to be world champion. I'm the triple threat baby!!!
(He proceeds to continue strutting down the hall, hitting on every female he sees, using a line about being a main eventer. He turns a corner and is stopped by a security guard)
Richard: Excuse me, your future PWS APEX World Heavyweight Champion needs to get through
(The security guard stood there, arms crossed, unamused)
Richard: Oh, I see. You are an Alexis fan, arent ya?
Security Guard: I am here to escort you out of the building.
Richard: Why?
Security guard: I have received reports from… well pretty much every female in the back… about you harassing them. Is this true.
Richard: Of course not! Is it so wrong to tell a woman she is beautiful?
Secuirty Guard: No, but there is a difference between paying a woman a compliment and saying (he clears his throat) "ever have your ass licked by a handsome movie star main eventer before?"... because that is just wrong.
Richard: I was just inviting her for a good time with me, main event superstar.
Security Guard: Listen buddy. You are not a main event superstar
Richard: I beg to differ. I'm booked in the main event this week against Malachi. Eat your heart out, Alexis. Couldnt even get booked in her own hometown.
Security Guard: Stormz threw you a bone… even Johnny Sins has been in the main event. She probably wanted to give Malachi an easy victory and picked whatever random, no name talent she could find to feed him. You just happened to be the unlucky one and Malachi is probably gonna paint the mat with your blood.
(Rider looked offended and cut the guard off)
Richard: Woah woah woah woah WOAH!!!! Who said anything about blood? I didnt know there would be blood in this match! I have an audition tomorrow to play good cop to Will Smith's bad cop. I swear to God if one drop of my blood hits the mat I will sue Malachi and I will sue this entire company.
Security guard: good luck with that. They have incredible lawyers. Now would ya get out of here? I cant have you harassing the workers.
Richard: I'll leave. But not because you told me too. Because I need to go moisturize before my big match.
(With that Richard turned and walked away, leaving the security guard shaking his head)
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Post by Malachi on Sept 11, 2019 22:52:27 GMT -5
Sydney, Australia Early morning
“If I never see a fuckin’ airport again, it’ll be too soon,” Malachi grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest as he glared at the baggage carousel. Beside him, Bella Madison laughed a bit and put her head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side.
“Well, I’d love to see how you’re gonna get to the rest of our international shows then,” she said.
He rolled his eyes and let out a few choice curse words in Irish as they watched their bags roll down the belt before picking them up and heading towards the entrance. “All I can say is we better book some shows in the UK at some point. Wouldn’t mind going home for a while.”
“I’m sure it’s in the works. Now, let’s grab an Uber, get to the hotel room and pass the eff out,” Bella said.
“Best thing I’ve heard all day,” Mal said, kissing the side of Bella’s head as they flagged down a passing car.
Hours later…
“Alright, sleepy head,” Bella nudged at Mal’s shoulder. “We’ve slept enough. Time to do a little sightseeing.”
The couple had arrived at their hotel and just as they had said, promptly fell asleep for a few hours to catch up on the sleep they had missed flying from Aruba to Sydney (with a few layovers in between). But now, Bella was awake and poking at Mal to get up as well. He just grumbled and pulled the blanket up over his head. She sighed, rolling out of the bed and grabbing the blanket, yanking it away.
Mal shot straight up in the bed, blinking sleepily with his hair ruffled and sticking out in every direction. He glared at Bella while she giggled.
“Hey, I told you it was time to get up,” she said, throwing the blanket back on the bed and flouncing off to the bathroom. Rubbing a hand over his face and then through his hair, Mal grumbled as he got out of the bed and walked over to his suitcase, picking out some clothes to wear.
Soon, Bella emerged from the bathroom, hair and makeup done and dressed in a casual outfit of shorts and a tank top. “Hurry up! There’s sights to be seen!”
Mal grumbled at her as he passed her to get to the bathroom. She kissed him on the cheek as he passed and he swatted her ass before closing the door.
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Taronga Zoo Later that afternoon
Wandering through the crowds at the Taronga Zoo in Sydney, Australia, Malachi looked indistinguishable from any other tourist in the park, were it not for the scowl across his face. He sat on a bench off to the side of the walkway, arms stretched across the back of it. He was dressed for the warm weather in a tank top and loose shorts, sneakers on his feet and sunglasses covering his eyes.
“After God knows how many layovers and flights, we’ve finally arrived here in the ‘Land Down Under’. And on Friday night, I get another well-deserved main event spot on Riot. But who do I get to face in this match?” His lip curled into a sneer. “I get that delusional, washed up Hollywood never-was Richard Rider.”
Sliding his sunglasses on top of his head, he fixed his steely blue gaze directly to the camera lens in front of him. “See, you’re in a bad spot, Dickie boy. Sure, you get to main event the show....but you’re doing it against me. And I’ve been in a foul, foul mood lately. More so than usual. When you step into the ring with me on Friday night, hope you’re ready to swallow some teeth, because that’s about all you’ll be doing. The moment you step a toe onto that canvas, you might as well bend over, put your head between your legs and kiss your arse goodbye.”
He gave a cocky smirk as he pulled his sunglasses back down over his eyes. “Just so you know, it’s nothing personal. Only because I don’t give a shit about you enough to care what happens to you. Once I’ve drilled your fat, empty head into the canvas and pinned you, you can go back to being a failed gay porn actor for all I care. All I know is that you’re just an obstacle in my way of climbing to the top of this company and claiming the World Championship.”
He rose off the bench and looked around. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make sure my girlfriend isn’t trying to abscond with one of the panthers or something.” He turned on his heel and walked off into the crowd as the camera fades out to black.
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