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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Oct 1, 2019 20:41:15 GMT -5
United Title Rematch: Miles Kasey (c) v Alanah O'Connell
PWS APEX presents: Riot - Dishonored Workers stadium, Beijing, China
Friday, October 11th, 2019
RP Deadline Wednesday October 9th, 11:59pm Eastern
1RP per person 500 min 5000 max
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Post by Miles Kasey on Oct 10, 2019 23:47:46 GMT -5
I cannot stress this enough....
We did not throw the first punch on Riot.
Come at me Alexis, but I don’t care. You are a hot head with a major attitude problem and apparently you let everything Mack say about you get in your head. How the hell you managed to hold on to your title for this long is a mystery but that is another story for another time.
This is not a repeat....this time we will find out....somehow someway....we will know who is the better student.
Stay the fuck away Darkest Carnival
And Stay the fuck away Syn
I need to know....
Can I truly beat her?
Better yet....do I want to beat her?
Clunk clunk....clunk...hiss
“Uhhhh what the hell?” I was just able to get my car over to the side of the road. ....I WAS on the way to the airport. I try and start it and nothing.
Try again....and nothing.
“FUCK!” I just slam my hands against the steering column in a fit of range. “Fucking piece of shit! I just got you!”
I reach for my phone and start dialing numbers...and it goes straight to voice mail...”Oy what the fuck mate?!?! What is the point of even having a phone if you never have the damn thing on??? Never mind, I’ll try Mattie but if you get this in like the next 15 minutes...call me. I mean it!”
Hanging up, trying another....same damn thing...I’m not even bothering. Instead I just pop the hood, step out of the car and pray to God I don’t die on the side of the road....cursing the whole way. Once I get out there, smoke is pouring from the hood and I know I’m screwed.
I just kick the front of it and sigh. “Great...just....great”
Let this just top of the last 2 weeks. Just a string of bad luck, getting into the brawl with Alexis and Jenn, getting kicked out of the arena....my bags on the flight back were lost for 2 days in L.A....but I got the one thing I asked for. The rematch....that I might not even make it too now because I bought a piece of shit vehicle!
I just look up to the sky “Haven’t I endured enough of this bullshit already??? When’s it my turn, huh?!? When the hell do I get my turn???” Yeah, railing at God...that’s smart Milo.
From behind, a very bright light and flashing orange from the top from a tow truck and a head pops out from the window followed by the thickest New York accent I have ever heard from a female voice, “Hey! You ok over there?”
I hold my hand up to shade my eyes from the blinding light as I hear the door to the truck open up and a figure slide out. “Not really, my car decided to stop working.”
“Well you picked a hell of a place to do it. You’re lucky I was nearby and saw ya” Finally my eyes adjust to see her face, brown eyes, black hair stick out from a baseball cap and grease just smudging her face. “The name is Nessa”
“Nessa? Short for Vanessa, I’m sure.”
“Nessa...” she says very flatly.
“Well Nessa, I’m Miles and this here is my piece of shit car that has stranded me.”
“I see that. May I?” motioning towards the front end and I just shrug and move out of her way. “Well...Miles, I hate to tell you this....looks like you blew a gasket. You’re engine is completely toasted...and...holy shit...when was the last time the oil was changed in this?”
“I don’t know, I just bought the thing before I left for Australia a month ago, I barely drove it since. So I’m completely screwed?”
“Well, for this? Yeah it looks like you got yourself a lemon here. She’s not going anywhere.”
“FUCK! I’m gonna end up missing my flight.” as I just run my hands through my hair and she just stares at me “Sorry, I’ve just had a weird string of bad luck lately and this just tops it. I miss my flight, I don’t make it to my job and then I’ll for sure lose my title.”
“I thought you looked familiar. You’re that British guy from Apex, Milo!” she said smiling at me.
“Miles” I said flatly.
“Touche” she slams my hood shut “Well sorry about your luck here Miles, I wish I could help ya a bit more”
I just look at her truck “Could you perhaps give me a lift? I’ll pay you....hell I’ll pay you to take this damn car off my hands!”
“I don’t know, my dad would have my ass if I gave some guy a lift to the airport in the truck. I’m not even supposed to be out in it right now.”
“Look I will pay you, I have....” I pull my wallet out and go through it “Look I have 500 dollars and you can have this piece of shit to fix up or strip down. Whatever, it’s yours. PLEASE I am a desperate man right now.” I’m begging, zero fucks given...I am just I can’t even deal with it.
She stands there in silence for a moment and looks at the money in my hand and the desperation in my eyes. “Alright....BUT, only if I get to call you Milo til we get to the airport”
.......fuck it.
“Deal.”
She smiles, snatches the money from my hand and motions towards the truck, “Get your shit and get in the truck....Milo”
I cringe but I swallow it....and just quickly gather my things from the car and just leave it sit there as we climb in the truck and take off for the airport.
We sit in silence for a while...”So, where are your adventures taking you too this time?”
“Back to China, I had to come back to the states for something before going back. The jet lag is a bitch but...worth it”
“I can only imagine. I’ve pretty much only ever seen the tri-state area going on runs with my dad.”
“Tri-state?”
“New York, New Jersey and Connecticut. You are so not from here are ya?”
“No, I’m actually from Manchester, England. Only moved here about a year ago....never sit around long enough to learn anything much about it”
“Manchester....is that close to London?”
I can’t help but laugh “Not even....way further north.” I look over and she’s just glaring “My apologies. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Nah, it’s alright. Like I said, I don’t get out of this area much. So, defending the title?”
“Aye, against Alanah again. A match I specifically as for, but am NOT ready for”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well....Nessa, last time we faced each other we had a very evil man attack her just as we were getting into the big part of the match. I tried to stop him but....I couldn’t. I wanted to make this up to her for a while because she’s a sweet girl and deserves better than that. Then I had to watch a girl that I care for, come out, save us both and damn near lose her mind doing it in the process.”
“Ah that would be the pink haired one....Bella. Quite a name in this city, her whole family actually”
“You are a fan.” I am thoroughly amused at this point.
“I dabble” she just glances over with a smirk.
I can’t help it I actually laugh, “Admit it....you are an avid watcher!”
Silence....”Ok I do watch every chance I get. I’m trying not to...how do you guys put it....”Mark out”?”
“Well....you are doing very well, if I do say so”
“Thanks.”
More awkward silence. Just then my phone rings and I look down....and I press ignore.
“Take that bitch” I say with a smirk.
“Friend of yours?” she says laughing.
“As a matter of fact, one of my best mates.” I say as I slide my phone into my carry-on.
“And he’s a bitch?”
I can’t help myself, “Only when he gets around certain people....though you did not hear that from me.”
I can see the drop off area coming up fast. “So...the car....”
“Well, provided it’s still there when I get back to it, it’s mine right?”
“Well I did say that.” trying to imagine what it’ll be like to not have a vehicle but it doesn’t bug me much.
She sighs, “I’ll tell you what....I’ll see what I can do to get it fixed up and if I can...you can buy it back from me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, MILO, really. I can’t make any promises....”
I groan....
“You really hate that don’t you? That nickname?”
“..I am not a fan of it.” I shift in the chair “So how do I exactly get ahold of you to potentially buy back what is now your car?”
She pulls up to the curb and reaches up into the blinder and hands over a card.
“Call me when you get back into town”
She smiles at me as I nod and slide it into my back pocket “I will do that.” I grab my bags and open the door. “BUT, on one condition....”
“And what’s that?”
“I call you Vanessa when I do.”
She just looks at me and I wink and close the door and begin to walk away and only thing I hear “DEAL MILO!”
I stop for a moment and just shake my head walking into the terminal....just barely able to make my flight.
....maybe my luck is changing after all.
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Post by Alanah O'Connell on Oct 11, 2019 0:04:10 GMT -5
Inside the Russow family home Manhattan, New York Sometime last week
Jack Russow was a man possessed. He tore through his family’s home, searching through drawers and turning over everything he could. He scratched at his head with a puzzled expression on his face before he started making his way to the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend Alanah O’Connell.
“Hey babe, have you seen my-” He stopped when he saw her, curled up in the window seat with all three of their dogs cuddled in close to her. When she heard him enter the room, she looked up at him, and he was stunned to see tears glistening in her brown eyes.
“Alanah?” He rushed over and sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. “What’s wrong?”
She sniffled a little as she buried her face into Jack’s chest. “I don’t know if I can do this again,” she said quietly, her words muffled by Jack’s shirt. “I keep thinking about what happened at Center Stage, and how much it got into my head. I mean, it distracted me enough that I lost my focus at the last Riot and lost the match. I just...”
He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her face until they were eye to eye, and then wiped a few errant tears off her cheek with his thumb. “Hey, hey, hey...listen to me. You can do this. You are gonna walk into that arena, get in the ring, and you are gonna beat the everloving crap out of Miles Kasey and get that belt, you hear me? And if anyone or anything tries to interfere again, there will be a reckoning the likes of which this world has never witnessed before!”
Alanah giggled a bit, leaning into his touch. “I think you’re being a tad overdramatic, my love.”
“Point still stands. Besides, I think Syn’s gonna be too focused on my match with Dad that he’ll let you be.”
She sighed, resting her head back on Jack’s chest. “Please don’t remind me. Something else I don’t think I’m emotionally ready for.”
“Everything will work out. I know it will,” he kissed the top of her head as he held her close. “It has to.”
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Beijing, China Earlier today
“Well, here we go again Miles…”
The soft voice of Apex’s “Irish Rose” greeted the viewers of the scene as it opened up to show Alanah O’Connell sitting on a bench in a large park. Children were running around playing, couples were strolling leisurely, and families were spending quality time together. The young Irishwoman people watched for a few moments with a small smile on her face before she turned to the camera, staring down the lens with her big brown eyes.
“So many people have been speculating that you had something to do with Syn’s appearance in our match. They keep saying that if he hadn’t shown up, that I could very well be the new United Champion right now.” She shook her head slightly, her blonde hair ruffled in the wind. “But I refuse to believe that. Some may call me naive, but I choose to believe that you were just as shocked as I was. That you had nothing to do with that psychopath interfering in what should have been the greatest match at Center Stage. To be fair, we were putting on a hell of a show. I could feel the crowd’s energy. They couldn’t get enough of us. And you using my own brother’s move against me…” She grinned slightly. “You cheeky lad. Mal definitely had a few things to say about that one, let me tell you. Most of them being four-letter words.” She laughed a bit. “But I’m sure you knew that.”
“But back to the matter at hand. We get to dance again. But this time, things are going to be different. This time, we both have a bit of an idea of what we’re in for. We know that we’re going to use what we know, what we’re good at...but we both know that we each have a few tricks up our sleeves as well.” She smirked, a bit devilishly. “I daresay that maybe this match just might top the last one. But this time, the difference will be that there won’t be any interference. Because anyone who even thinks about coming near that ring during this match will have a decision to make...do you like your face arranged the way it is? Because I will not hesitate to rearrange it courtesy of a swift and hard kick. I will not have my second chance at this title ruined by some Cirque du Soleil rejects! If I were you, I would stay as far, far away from that ring as I could possibly be, because if I so much as get a glimpse of any of you, even up in the crowd, you will know just what my Irish temper is capable of.”
A few people turned to look at her as she rose up off the bench but she paid them no mind, stalking closer to the camera. Her Irish brogue held a bit of an edge to it, as her eyes flashed with a determination and fierceness that had yet to be seen from the normally sweet-tempered girl. “And Miles, I hope you’re ready for me. Because this time, I will not stop until I’ve put you down and my hand is raised high, holding that title. I want you to bring everything you’ve got, because I want to know that I won that title after going through the most grueling physical match that a body can endure. I want to know that the two of us went to war...and when it’s all said and done, and the two of us have put our bodies through hell and back, we will know once and for all just who the better one is.”
She smirked once more. “Spoilers - it’s me.”
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