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Post by -The Iceman Levi Russow- on Aug 19, 2020 20:30:28 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot Las Vegas, NV Tuesday, September 1st, 2020 Alexis Makarios v Everett Jacobs RP Deadline Sunday, August 30th, 2020 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum Segment Deadline Monday, August 31st, 2020 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Everett Jacobs on Aug 30, 2020 21:11:17 GMT -5
August 18 Immediately following Riot
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”
Bursting into his lavish hotel suite in the Bellagio hotel in the heart of Las Vegas, Everett Jacobs tore the scarf from around his neck and balled it up in his fist, launching it across the room where it landed across the back of the sofa. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it slightly while his face twisted into a look of pure fury. Behind him, his personal bodyguard followed him into the room and closed the door, taking up his usual post next to it while he watched Everett pace around the room in a rage.
“I can’t believe this! I practically gift wrap this company for Dad, get him this entirely new revenue stream that even despite this pandemic has fattened up his bank account to untold levels...and then that...that...WITCH Laura Phoenix has to go stick her nose where it doesn’t belong and ruin everything! If it hadn’t been for that little snot-nosed twerp and his stupid computer, everything would have worked out perfectly!”
He slammed his hands down on a nearby table, rattling a few glasses and a bottle of expensive whisky that was sitting atop it. He grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap off, pouring a generous amount into one of the glasses and taking a long drink.
“But now, I’m being forced to compete in this freak show of a company all because that self-proclaimed ‘HBIC’ decided to punish me for...what, exactly? Doing the right thing and going after Matilda to save her from the clutches of those freaks?” He took another drink from the glass, emptying it and slamming it back down on the table. “And then...that degenerate just had to interrupt things, trying to make himself look like the hero.” He gritted his teeth together, a snarl coming across his face. “Well, if I have to be involved with this godforsaken company, then at least I have the satisfaction of knowing that once I win this stupid little tournament and I get a shot at that title, I can wipe that disgrace of a man right off the map, become the World Champion this company actually deserves, and finally show Matilda the error of her ways.”
Slowly, his face changed from the furious look it had been locked in to a sinister smirk, as a dark laugh bubbled up from his throat. “You know, maybe this might not be such a bad thing after all...After all, every story needs a hero. And that’s exactly what PWS needs right now.” Sliding his cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he tapped the screen a few times before bringing it up to his ear. “Hey, it’s Everett. Listen, I’ve got a favour to ask. I need your help with a new venture of mine...”
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Present Day
The scene opened up in a darkened room, with a lone spotlight shining down on an ornately decorated chair set up directly in the centre of the ring of light. Two sets of footsteps echoed through the room as Everett Jacobs stepped into the light, followed by his ever-present silent bodyguard. With a cocky smirk plastered across his face, Everett took his seat in the chair, while the bodyguard stood directly behind it with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Everett folded his hands together and rested his chin on them, fixing his gaze towards the camera set up in front of him.
“Well, it seems that the PWS roster has finally been graced with a level of talent that, quite frankly, it doesn’t deserve.” He pointed to himself, the cocky smirk growing even wider. “See, while I may be new to this whole barbaric endeavour you people laughingly call a ‘sport’, I am no stranger to competition, or to being the best at what I do. Back at Stanford, I was a premiere athlete in every sport I was in. Track, swimming, football...you name it, I was number one. And now, I’m about to apply that same work ethic to this whole...thing.”
He waved a hand nonchalantly through the air. “Now, before anyone misconstrues my intentions...I may not enjoy being forced into this three-ring circus, but that doesn’t mean that I’m about to roll over and allow these clowns to walk all over me. On the contrary.” A smirk stretched across his face as he reclined back in the chair, raising one leg up and propping his ankle on his knee. “I’m going to show this entire roster just what a true athlete looks like. Starting right off with that poster child for bad dye jobs, Alexis Makarios.”
He gave a roll of his eyes. “I will admit, Red, it has been quite entertaining watching you and that little Irish tart go back and forth like a couple of catty little high schoolers, but stepping up to me is a whole different scenario. See, unlike the ‘wee little lass’-” this being said in a mocking imitation of an Irish accent - “I’m not afraid to put you in your place. That place being under my boot, of course. It’s kind of laughable to me that you were a World Champion in this place, considering you’re nothing but a footnote in this company. Just a relic of a bygone era, trying to hold on to any shred of relevancy you can. Seriously, it’s kind of pathetic how you’re still trying to relive the glory days that probably weren’t all that glorious to begin with.”
He gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Then again, the rest of this pathetic excuse of a roster isn’t much better, so I suppose it isn’t outside the realm of possibility that a dried-up fossil like you could be at the top of the crap pile. And the fact that you honestly think you’re going to get there again, now that I’m a member of this roster? That’s an even bigger joke. Because as long as I am a contracted member of this company, there is no chance in hell of you, or anyone else for that matter, even getting a sniff at that gold. Because that title...WILL belong to me soon enough. So if you have any brain cells left in that head that aren’t doused in bleach, Red...you’ll do the right thing and stay the hell out of my ring. Because come hell or high water...Mack McKane will fall by my hand alone.”
He leaned forward in the chair again, the cocky smirk falling away to something more dark and sinister on the young man’s face. “And trust me, that is not just an idle threat. That is a damn promise. Because you all think that idolizing some bottom-feeding gutter dweller is suddenly the ‘cool’ thing to do, I will be more than happy to show you the error of your ways and give you a champion worthy of your adoration. A champion that you can be proud to look up to. Not some useless waste of space whose only ‘talent’ is bleeding himself dry for your sick enjoyment. I will elevate that title to a respectable level...and you can bank on it.”
With a final cocky/sinister smirk towards the camera, Everett leaned back in the chair while his bodyguard glared a hole through the camera lens as the scene faded out to black.
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Post by Alexis Makarios on Aug 30, 2020 22:59:31 GMT -5
(The scene fades up showing Alexis Makarios. She was using her phone to record a video.)
Alexis Makarios: So, I just want to take a moment before I travel back to Vegas… to record a video about a certain little match I have coming up. And a few other things going on around the PWS:APEX locker room. First, I want to say that last week I was RUDELY cut off by our new COO and President… but that is what it is. I don’t give a shit about that. What I care about is that I have a chance to get a title shot. Yes, that’s right. Me, First PWS:APEX World Champion. Longest reigning World Champ, Hall of Fame inductee! And I have to win a qualifier, and then a battle royal, in order to get a title shot? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!
(A gust of wind blew, she was outside after visiting her friend Jenn in LA.)
Alexis Makarios: They “randomly” put me this tournament thing… and they gave me, quite possibly, the easiest fucking match they could have given me! Everett Jacobs. PWS:APEX public enemy #1… I am apparently public enemy #2. Which is fine. I am not here for these little twats to like or not. I’m here to wrestle and make money, and entertain the fans. Which, I have been given very little chance to do this entire year. I lost my title in a bullshit match… and it’s been downhill since then. Of course, it got worse once our resident Head “Bitch” in “Charge” took control. She hates me. But that’s ok… because apparently she hates Everett just a smidge more. I mean… why feed him to someone like me in his debut match.
(She smirked a bit as she continued)
Alexis Makarios: Everett, I know you are watching this and sitting back laughing. Thinking you actually stand a chance. Let’s face the facts. I have been in a really REALLY bad mood lately. You… well you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it’s gonna cost you. I truly hope you have some damn good medical insurance… cuz you are gonna need it when I am done with you. I am not gonna pull any punches because you are a rookie. Its your first match… your debut… and I fully intend to embarrass the shit out of you. Why? Because I can. Because I find it fun. Apparently, I am now the most hated person in PWS… behind you. And we both know that I have this thing about being the best… right?
(She was distracted for a second by some one walking across the street from her. She turned back to the camera.)
Alexis Makarios: See, I don’t go into this with any predetermined hatred based on anything you have done to anyone. I don’t give a shit that you financed getting Mack’s little bitch kidnapped. I don’t care that you tried to take over the company, or anything else that you have done. I can’t think of any other examples because… let’s face it… up until I got my name drawn against yours you weren’t even on my radar.
(She nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders.)
Alexis Makarios: In fact, when they announced your name I actually had to ask a stagehand who the fuck you were! That is how little you mean to me. And the fact that I get to kick the shit out of you while none of the others who want a piece of you get a chance to… well that makes me purely giddy!!! I get to embarrass you so bad that your first match will be your one and only match. See… they call me the Aussie Firecracker for a reason. And my fuse is lit. I don’t care about you or your safety or anything. All I care about is moving forward in this tournament. And if I have to murder you in the ring to do so… then so be it. Because on Riot I am going to picture the face of that blonde little idiot on your body… and I’m gonna beat you until you lay on the mat begging for mercy.
(She smirked a little bit and brushed a stray hair out of her face.)
Alexis Makarios: And don’t think I forgot about you, Miss Alanah. It’s such a shame we won’t get to meet in that battle royal next week. I mean… We know I am going to be moving forward to it. But you? Well you allowed some music to distract you. Don’t even try anything this week… because I am 100% ready. Not like you would even have the guts to do so… you will probably just sit in the back, crying into your little tissues, waiting for one of your little pals to resolve the issue for you.
(She hears a voice from off screen and looks in his direction.)
James Younger: Lexi… you done? We need to get on the road.
Alexis Makarios: Just a minute!
(She looks back to the camera.)
Alexis Makarios: So… rich boy and cry baby… you guys better be prepared. Because I’m pissed off and taking it out on EVERYONE! See ya on Riot.
(She winked before she cut the camera video feed. She is then seen walking over to James who is at their car.)
James Younger: You get a good take of your promo?
Alexis Makarios: Of course. I can’t wait to whoop the literal shit out of the rich boy, and then win the tournament and rub it all in Alanah’s face. She is such a goody goody… i hate her.
James Younger: I know you do. But for now, let’s focus on getting back to Vegas.
(She nodded and got in the car as the scene faded to black)
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