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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Nov 13, 2020 1:53:17 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents: Tuesday Night RiotTuesday November 24th, 2020Live from the NEW PWS ArenaNew York, NYSingles MatchLachlan Kane vs. Heather HazeCard is Subject to ChangeRPs are Due by Sunday, November 22, 2020 at 11:59pm EasternMinimum is 300Maximum is 5000Segments are Due by Monday, November 23, 2020 at 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Lachlan Kane on Nov 22, 2020 21:56:00 GMT -5
October 27 Manhattan, New York
“Come on, Daddy! We have to go show Aunty Lanah our costumes!”
Lachlan Kane laughed as he was tugged down the hallway of the condo building by his daughter Jade, who was marching along with a determined stride while struggling to carry a large bag in her other hand.
“Hold up there, stóirín,” he said. “There’s no need to rush, she’s not going anywhere.”
That made Jade slow her steps a bit. “I know...but I’m just so excited to show her! I know she’s been kinda sad since her knee got hurt…and I think she’ll really like my costume. I just wanna make her smile.”
Lach smiled softly and picked Jade up into his arms, hugging her tight to his chest. “And that’s why I love you more than life itself. You’ve got a good little heart, my darling. Never let anyone change that.”
Jade gave him a big, toothy grin as Sierra walked up to them with Olivia in her arms. The little family then arrived at the door to the condo shared by Lach’s sister Alanah and her now-fiancé Jack Russow. Jade knocked loudly on the door. “Aunty Lanah! We’re here! We got our costumes to show you!”
The door swung open, with Jack on the other side holding little Pip in his arms. He smiled at Jade. “Hey there, pint-size! We’ve been waiting for you to get here!”
“Hiya Uncle Jack!” she said, as Lach put her back down on the floor. “D’you wanna see my costume too?”
“You know it! How about you go use our bedroom to change into it, OK?”
Jade nodded enthusiastically and scampered off down the hall, Sierra rushing to follow her while Lach made his way into the living room. He saw Alanah sitting on the chaise lounge, her right leg propped up on some pillows. She looked up when he walked into the room, and smiled brightly. “Hey, Lachy.”
He leaned down and gave her a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. “Heya, Lanah-bean. How are you feeling?”
She shrugged slightly. “It still hurts from time to time, but I’m getting better. It’s the sitting around and waiting that’s the hardest part.”
“Believe me, I know that all too well. Especially when I got my concussion,” Lach said sympathetically. “But the time will fly by, and before you know it you’ll be back in the ring beating the piss out of those two hags.”
A little smirk crossed Alanah’s lips. “That’s the only thing keeping me pushing on.” She chewed on her bottom lip a bit, looking thoughtful. “Lachy...do you really think that I’m just a spoiled princess? That I’m just being protected by everyone instead of fighting my own battles?”
He shot her a withering glare. “Lanah, don’t go down this road again...You know they’re only saying it to get under your skin. We all know you can fight your own battles, and that you’re damn good at it too. But there’s absolutely nothing wrong with relying on the people you care about to help you along the way. That’s what family does. You know that.”
She looked down at her hands folded together in her lap and picked a little at her pink nail polish. “I know. But...it’s hard not to let it in my head. Ever since I decided to start wrestling a year ago, that’s all I ever heard. That the only reason I got anywhere was because of my family, or because of Jack’s family. I just...I wanted to be able to prove that I could do it all on my own.”
Lach reached over and covered her hands with one of his, making her look up and lock eyes with him. “And you will. I know you will. You’ll heal up from this and come back to PWS stronger than ever. You’ll destroy Alexis and Heather, and from there...well, the sky’s the limit for you. There is nothing you won’t be able to accomplish if you set your mind on it, and you know that you’ll always have the love and support of so many people.”
A few tears welled up in Alanah’s big brown eyes, and she carefully leaned over to throw her arms around Lachlan’s neck in a fierce hug. “Thanks, Lachy.”
“Anytime, Lanah-bean. We love you and we’re always here for you. Don’t you ever forget it.”
As the siblings wrapped up their conversation, their attention was drawn by the sound of shuffling feet, and they glanced up to see Jade walking into the room, dressed in a six-foot tall inflatable T-rex outfit.
“Aunty Lanah, look! I’m a dinosaur!” she said, letting out a high-pitched screech and raising her arms.
Alanah burst into giggles, holding her stomach. “Jade, that is an amazing costume! You look so ferocious!”
Behind the plastic window, Jade’s smile was beaming. “I knew you would like it!”
“Oh, my wee darling, I absolutely love it!”
Behind her, Olivia wandered into the room, dressed in a smaller version of Jade’s costume, though hers was a fabric bodysuit with a matching hood. She put her arms up and copied Jade’s screech as well, sending all the adults into peals of laughter.
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Present Day PWS Arena - interior New York City
It was still a few days out from show time, but Lachlan Kane had developed a bit of a habit of arriving early to the cities where the shows were taking place. Of course, with travel being restricted for the last nine months, there was no real need for him to be at the PWS Arena two days before the show started, as he just so happened to live in New York City, but it was a calming ritual for him that helped get him into the right headspace.
Right now, the headspace he needed to get into was that of “protective older brother”, seeing as this week he was booked in a match with none other than Heather Haze, one of the supposed “Mean Girls” of PWS who decided to target his younger sister, Alanah O’Connell. She, along with Alexis Makarios, had taken it upon themselves to attack Alanah backstage at Dishonored before Alexis and Alanah’s match, though the two hadn’t actually come right out to say it. But nothing really needed to be said, honestly. Anyone with two working brain cells to rub together knew that the devious duo had been behind the attack.
Nevertheless, there was the chance for a slight measure of revenge this week, and Lachlan was chomping at the bit to get it. Currently, the Irish Scrapper was standing at the top of the entrance ramp, staring around at the empty arena. Dressed in a black hoodie, dark jeans and Vans sneakers, he slid his hands into his pockets as he looked around, his face set in a carefully neutral expression. When he began speaking, his voice echoed slightly in the cavernous space.
“Family means everything to me. From the time I was a young boy, my father drilled that into my head. Everything he ever did, he did it for his family. He worked hard, sacrificed so much just for us to have the best life we possibly could. I looked up to him. I idolized him. But the universe had other plans for him, it seems. Shortly after my 13th birthday, he was taken from us. And at that moment, I became the man of my family. I had to step into a pair of shoes that I was not ready for.” He let out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “Do you know how intimidating that is for a boy barely into his teens? But I knew that my father was watching, so I stepped up and I did my best to be the protector of my family. And over time, I began to enjoy the role. That’s something that continues to this day. My family has gotten a little bigger, of course, but that doesn’t diminish the fierce pride I feel in my role. Not only do I have a mother, a brother and a sister, I now have a wife. I have two beautiful little daughters. I’ve got a brother and sister in law coming soon. I’ve got a whole new set of extended family members. And you can be damn sure that I’ll defend each and every one of them to the last.”
He finally turned his attention directly to the camera lens in front of him as it followed his slow walk down the entrance ramp, up the steel steps and into the centre of the ring. He walked to the edge of the ring and draped his arms across the top rope, staring down at the camera below him. “Now, correct me if I’m mistaken, but you have a sister, don’t you Heather? You understand the bonds of family. How you would do anything and everything to protect them, no matter the cost?” He leaned forward, fixing his intense blue eyes straight on the camera lens. “Then I’m sure you know exactly the rage and fury I felt seeing my baby sister lying in a corner, crying her eyes out in pain because a couple of cowards decided to take the easy way out. For all your talk about how Alanah ‘needs other people to fight her battles’, the fact that the two of you seem to have gotten awfully chummy to the point where you’re ringside for each other’s matches is a bit laughable, isn’t it? After all, if it wasn’t for Alexis, you wouldn’t be the Collateral Damage champion anymore.” He snorted a laugh. “Oh wait...you’re not. Because you got caught. Maybe not the night of...but you definitely got caught. And if I’m being honest? Couldn’t have happened to someone more deserving. You’ve been walking around here, bitching and moaning about having to defend that belt in these ‘barbaric’ matches - which, newsflash, you kinda signed up for by entering yourself into the division in the first place - and then, when you finally get a straight-up wrestling match for that belt, you resorted to dirty tactics anyways. So, in my humble opinion, you kinda got what was coming to you. Karma’s kind of a bitch like that, isn’t she?”
A cocky little smirk quirked up the corner of Lachlan’s mouth beneath his beard, as he pushed off from the ring ropes and backed up a few steps until he was centred in the middle of the ring, the house lights shining down on him. “The thing is, you can say whatever you want about us, make all your excuses 'till you’re blue in the face...but the fact of the matter is, we are family. And we will always have each other’s backs. When you mess with one...you get us all. In all honesty Heather, you should be thanking your lucky stars that you’re facing me and not Malachi. He’s on an absolute warpath right now, in case you haven’t noticed. Hell, I’m his own brother, and I don’t want to get in his way right now, he’s that vicious.” Lach gave a sinister little smirk to the camera. “Then again, I’m not exactly in the best of moods either. Not after the little stunt you and your ‘bestie’ pulled back at Dishonored. Sure, you haven’t come right out and claimed responsibility, but let’s be real - you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to know exactly who attacked Alanah like that, especially right before her match that Alexis just so happened to conveniently win by count out. So yeah...to say I’m in a bad mood is putting it mildly. And if you thought Alanah had a wicked Irish temper...well, lass, you’re about to be introduced to a whole new side of it. Because I can promise you, you haven’t seen anything yet. But you will on Tuesday night. Because I promise you that I am bringing every full ounce of rage and fury that I have to this very ring, and you will regret the day you decided to target the O’Connell's.”
He flipped up the hood of his sweater and turned on his heel to make his way out of the ring, but stopped and turned back to the camera for a moment. “You know, you may get lucky on Tuesday night though. There’s a chance I could temper my ire towards you and tone it down a bit. Doesn’t mean I won’t still beat you in the ring. But then again...I do want to leave something for Alanah to destroy once she returns. I’m kind of a good big brother like that. Just a little food for thought. See ya Tuesday, Miss Haze.”
With one final smirk and a cheeky wink to the camera, he stepped through the ropes and jumped down to the floor, heading up the ramp and disappearing behind the curtain as the camera faded out to black.
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Post by Haze on Nov 22, 2020 23:59:15 GMT -5
New York City Heather's Apartment
"Ach-oooo!"
Heather walked around the room, sneezing and blowing her nose violently into the Kleenex that was in her hand before flopping down on the couch, looking dishevelled and sleep deprived.
~Heather Haze~ "Stupid New York Weather! Stupid EVERYTHING!"
She blew her nose again into the Kleenex before grabbing hold of her Android phone that was on the coffee table. She scrolls through all the tweets until she comes across one of Lach's latest promo.
~Heather Haze~ "Great. Just fucking great. The idiot showed up."
Heather looks up at the ceiling, gritting her teeth. She then sighs, thumbing her camera app to record herself.
~Heather Haze~ "Well, well. Look what the cat just dragged in. How you doin', Lach? Haven't seen you on TV in like what... two months? three months? Oh, right , right I forgot how you got your head caved in by that rich twirp.
"Ach-ooo. Ugh."
Heather dabs at her nose before using her sleeve to wipe it.
~Heather Haze~ *sniff* "Listen. I don't know what you want from me or what you're hoping to get out of our match at Riot. Honestly, I don't give a crap about you, your brother or your stupid sister. As you can see I am in no condition to wrestle. But of course I can't beg management to give me a night off unlike your 'privileged' immune compromised sister of yours. So I tell ya what? I'm gonna do you a solid and just show up for our match...and I'm gonna cough and sneeze all over your stupid face!"
Heather somewhat forces herself to smile, before hitting the send button as the scene fades.
OOC: I am really sorry. I haven't been feeling too good. I didn't want to no show. My apologies.
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