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Post by Star Stormz on May 17, 2021 22:29:39 GMT -5
Singles Match Cleo Phillips vs Richard Rider
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT Tuesday, May 25, 2021 LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Roleplays will be due Sunday 5/23 at 11:59pm est 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Cleo Phillips on May 23, 2021 20:09:58 GMT -5
--------- 11:00 PM On A Friday
Somewhere in New York City
Dark Alleyway
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An empty alleyway plays backdrop to the scene, as has become common for Cleo Phillips, he Body Snatcher of PWS. As we focus on the empty, graffiti covered walls, we can hear the familiar voice of Cleo come from off camera.
Cleo: You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
Cleo walks into frame, a noticeable limp in her step, her left arm wrapped in bandages, and a big bandage stuck to her forehead, the marks of her war with Sanders at Destiny, a war that she came up just short in. Cleo: And I have left my broken pieces in the back of a truck alongside pieces of Jonathan Sanders. Now I’m not going to stand here and make any excuses. I lost, that’s all there is to it. I’m not going to cry, piss and moan about it. Instead I’m going to pick myself up by my bootstraps and move forward. I’ve gotten my ass kicked many times before Johnathan Sanders became a thorn in my side, and I’m sure it won’t be the last time. It just sort of comes with the lifestyle I’ve found myself living.
Cleo rubs her shoulder and grimaces slightly, clearly still in some pain from Destiny.
Cleo: I will give Sanders his credit, he’s a fighter and he earned his victory that night. But understand there will be another night, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, or even at the next big pay per view event. But we will meet again and next time you won’t be so lucky. Remember, I’m always right around the corner, you just never know which one.
Cleo grins slightly, doing her whistling of “A Hunting We Will Go”.
Cleo: Now, as expected, I have to go back to square one. Start from the bottom and work my way back up. So from the bottom of the barrel, they’ve drug out Richard Rider. A self proclaimed Hollywood A-Lister. Honestly, this guy sort of pisses me off more than Sanders. At least Sanders can back his mouth up. I’ve seen fuck all that makes me believe Richard Rider is any sort of threat. This is a guy who is far too concerned with his own self image and his own perceived self-worth, which in my humble opinion is quite worthless. Has he even done anything important around here?
Cleo takes a few seconds to rub her chin and scratch her head, like she’s trying to figure out the answer to a mystery,
Cleo: This isn’t a fight you can win Richard. You are nothing more than a stepping stone for me to get back on the winning path, a rebound victory if it pleases you. Do you really know what you’re up against? Did you see what I went through at Destiny? Do you see me still standing here? Sure I’m bruised, things are broken and I have injuries that will never fully heal. Yet STILL I stand here ready for the next fight like the fucking SOLIDER I am.
As she continues speaking, her voice clearly starts getting some more bass in it as she continues.
Cleo: I don’t know where my future goes from here. Maybe they have Sanders and I try to kill each other again, maybe I campaign for a women's championship around here, maybe I try my luck chasing Nick Madison, or maybe I try to dethrone Sierra Willams and become World Champion. Point is, it doesn’t end with the Collateral Damage championship for me, honestly I don’t really need a championship to be important. My reputation speaks for itself. Whether I win or lose, nobody can deny that I ALWAYS bring a fight. You want a victory over me, I’ll make damn sure you earn it. That’s why I have no issue saying that Sanders earned his victory. But can you do the same? You know I’m willing to put my body through things you wouldn’t for fear of ruining that pretty little face of yours.
We can’t see her eyes through her sunglasses, but the way her eyebrow moved and forehead shifted she clearly winked.
Cleo: I don’t just speak to Sanders, I don’t just speak to Rider. I speak to ANYONE who wants a piece of The Body Snatcher, from Mike Hawk all the way down to Chris Blade. If you want a fight, a REAL fight, then you know where to look and you know who to ask. Just remember to be careful what you wish for, because you might get snatched up out there by a real OG bitch from the streets. I start my ascent again against Richard Rider and I will keep climbing up, never letting go till I reach that mountaintop.
Cleo takes a few steps forward, moving closer the camera and giving off a vibe of intimidation.
Cleo: You drew the short straw this week Richard. You’ll be fine though, you’re used to getting your happy ass handed to you right? So what’s one more ass kicking gonna do? I mean it can’t possibly get much worse for you right? You’re going to find out what I mean when I say I come to SET IT OFF. You’re about to witness the strength of the streets, the strength of the only true real people left on this earth. Love them or hate them, those “thugs” as you might call them, are some of the realest mawfuckas out there. All of us are just fighting for survival in a system that threw us overboard years ago. That’s why I continue to fight, to represent for them, people still in the struggle, many misunderstood. They need real G’s like me who have been given a chance to really shine a light on what’s going on. People like me who always have their backs because I am them. Cleo Phillips will always stand to represent the true gangstas of the world, and I will always pay my respects to the ones that have fallen. I may be still fighting but many of us aren’t anymore. So to all the fallen homies, this next fight is for you. You’re gone but not forgotten.
Cleo forms her arms into an X shape in front of her, and gives a respectful nod.
Cleo: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a body to snatch.
Cleo walks off camera, still showing the slight limp, some lyrics from RISE by GAWNE close us off just before the scene fades to black.
~People die tryna get close Who’s willing to climb until they let go?
One in a million finna really blow
The rest of y’all just fading, like an echo
Demons in my head make me feel alone
I see ghosts when I’m sleeping, they fiend for my soul
But hell no, I’m not leaving, I’m reaching my goal
Keep on climbing that mountain, I’ll rise to the top on my own~
-FTB-
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