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Post by Josiah Cena on Aug 13, 2021 11:13:37 GMT -5
PWS: APEX RIOT Tuesday, August 24th, 2021 Wells Fargo Center - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Singles Match Malachi vs. Miss Puppies
RP Deadline Monday, August 23 at 11:59pm est 1 rp each, 300 word minimum, 5000 word maximum
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Post by Miss Puppies on Aug 23, 2021 21:42:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Miss Puppies and Dirty Dogg in Miss Puppies locker room.
Miss Puppies - I got a win over Squidman and after to night when I beat Malachi in our match. It will be one step closer to my goal.
Dirty Dogg - Malachi is not easy. He is a former champ.
Miss Puppies - I know that. That is why he is beatable.
Dirty Dogg - But if you lose then what.
Miss Puppies - Lose I am not going to lose to night. But if he dose get a win over me then he will be a woman beater and nobody wants to hang with a man who beats up a woman.
Dirty Dogg - That is right . But you are not a woman you are Miss Puppies.
Miss Puppies - That is right I am Miss Puppies a future champion.
Dirty Dogg - I like the sound of that.
Miss Puppies - Now shit hole place are we in.
Dirty Dogg - We are in the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia Pennsylvania.
Miss Puppies - Like I said shit hole place.
Dirty Dogg - Now what title do you want.
Miss Puppies - If I had my way I like to hold all of the titles.
Dirty Dogg - Now that is what I like to here. A winner talking.
Miss Puppies - Malachi is nothing more but a stepping stone to my goal. To be on top. He had his time now it is my time.
Dirty Dogg - Nothing is going to stop you now. You are on fire.
Miss Puppies - I know I am on fire that is because I am in heat.
Dirty Dogg - Oh boy do I feel sorry Malachi when he gets in the ring with you to night.
Miss Puppies - Do not feel sorry for Malachi. That piece of shit.
Just the some one is knocking on the door. Both go to see who is at the door. The door opens slowly.
End of scene ends
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Post by Miss Puppies on Aug 23, 2021 21:43:24 GMT -5
Who is at the door we will see later
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Post by Malachi on Aug 23, 2021 23:44:58 GMT -5
Friday, August 20 Mount Sinai Hospital New York City
They had finally made it to the hospital, but just barely. When Malachi and Bella Madison hurried into the waiting area that had been specially reserved for the family, they were told that Alanah was just being prepped to head to the OR. A few hours passed by, everyone on edge with anticipation, when Jack walked into the room, still wearing the surgical gown and head covering and a huge smile on his face.
“I’m a daddy!” he whooped loudly.
Everyone rushed up to congratulate him and bombard him with questions, which he answered as best he could until the doctor showed up to tell everyone that although there had been some slight complications, both babies and Alanah were doing fine. They were about to transport all three back to their room, and then the family would be allowed to visit two at a time.
Levi and Emma were naturally first, and they spent a good 45 minutes there. When they exited the room, they were both beaming proudly and Emma was dabbing at the corners of her eyes. Even Levi’s eyes were a little bit red, and he sniffled a bit as Lachlan and his mother were next to visit.
Soon enough, it was time for Mal and Bella to enter the room, and Mal practically had to restrain Bella from running full-tilt into the room. But when they walked in to see Alanah holding a blue-swaddled baby and Jack holding a pink one, even Mal had to fight back the urge to cry. Alanah smiled at her brother and sister-in-law, though she looked exhausted and somewhat pale. Mal leaned down to hug her gently, mindful of the baby in her arms.
“Hey there, Lanah-bean. How are you doing?” he asked.
“Well, let’s just say that I’m glad it’s all over,” she said, with a small laugh. A faint coo drew both of their attention, and Mal looked down into the face of his baby nephew. “Malachi, this is your nephew Patrick Ronan.” She looked over to Jack cradling the other twin, with Bella adoringly looking over his shoulder. “And that is your niece Elise Siobhan.”
He blinked a few times, and this time he let the tears fall from his eyes. “You named them after Da and Jack’s mom?”
Alanah nodded. “When I knew it was going to be a boy and a girl, I just knew that it was the right fit.” A few tears formed in her eyes. “And with today being the day that Da…”
He sat down on the bed beside her and carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulder, as she buried her face in his and a few sobs escaped. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be so emotional…”
“Alanah, you just gave birth. I think you have every right to be as emotional as you want,” Mal said, slightly teasing. “The names are absolutely perfect. You did an amazing job.”
Alanah gave him a warm smile, and then shifted Patrick in her arms. “Do you want to hold him?”
There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he nodded eagerly and held his arms out. As soon as the warm little bundle was in his arms, he felt a sense of happiness and peace envelop him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He stared down at his nephew’s face, and the baby blinked sleepily at him and cooed happily. The smile grew on his face until his cheeks ached and he leaned down to softly press his lips to Patrick’s forehead.
He glanced up to see Bella cradling little Elise, but her gaze was locked on him with an emotional smile on her own face. When he saw Bella with the baby in her arms, he knew that without a doubt he wanted the two of them to have a child of their own...but that was a discussion to be had later. Instead, he smiled back at her warmly, and they carried on their visit with the babies.
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“Gettin’ real sick and tired of these fuckin’ joke matches.”
Crossing his arms across his chest and leveling a hateful glare towards the camera, Malachi was in a far fouler mood than was usual for the Irish fighter. Dressed in a white T-shirt already soaked in sweat and loose black shorts, he tilted his neck from side to side as the crack echoed through his home gym.
“First, it was that shit-for-brains Troll over in SCW. And this week in PWS, it’s Miss Puppies.” A derisive snort escaped his mouth as he rolled his blue eyes. “Seriously? This is a fuckin’ joke, right? At least when I beat the Troll, it got me an advancement in the Internet title tournament. This match means abso-fuckin’-lutely nothing. Just some bullshit card filler.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “I am not a fuckin’ card filler. I am a fuckin’ former World Champion in this god damn company. And I will be again. Fuckin’ bet on it. And I don’t care if I have to go through every single person on this roster to do it. I will, and I’ll do it with a damn smile on my face as I drop each and every one of them on their heads. And if my dear sister in law still happens to be the World Champ when I get there...well, you’ve all seen what the two of us are capable of against each other. I’ll have absolutely no problem facing her again.”
“But first…” his jaw clenched tightly. “I start with Miss Puppies. Barely a step up from facing off against anyone from developmental. Better get your stopwatches ready and don’t blink during this match, because I promise you that it’s not going to be a drawn-out affair. I ain’t getting paid by the hour, so I’m gonna get in that ring, drop her on her head and pick up my win. And if I so much as see that Squid twerp anywhere near the ring, I’ll drop him on his head too. I don’t need the distraction to win, so just stay in the back until you hear that bell ring at the end. After that, I couldn’t give less of a shit what the two of you dopes get up to. I’ll have more important things to focus on. Like getting back my World title.”
With a final sneer and a thumb drawn across his throat, he stalked off camera, as the scene faded out to black.
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