Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Aug 30, 2021 20:30:50 GMT -5
September 7th 2021 PWS:APEX PRESENTS RIOT
Pittsburg, PA - PPG Paints Arena
Shawn Young vs. Heather Haze
RP Deadline is Monday, September 6th at 11:59 pm est
1 rp each. 300 words minimum, 5000 word maximum
Post by Haze on Sept 6, 2021 19:53:29 GMT -5
~Backstage, PPG Paints Arena~
Tuesday Night Riot
September 7th, 2021
It was late in the afternoon, three hours before show time as Heather wheeled her navy blue carry-on luggage bag behind, her stride tense and irritated as she stalked down the hall to get to her dressing room. She barely registered the slightly chubby guy in the glasses come hustling down the hallway after her. ~Man~
"Heather! Heather Haze!"
Fuck it. Ignore him. That was, of course, the first thought that went through Heather's head as she blew some of the light brown curls away from her face while aggressively chewing on her piece of gum.. She wasn't in the mood to deal with anybody right now, least of all people she didn't know as she kept her eyes forward and quickened her pace. This, unfortunately, did nothing to stop her pursuer from catching up to her and falling into step alongside her.
~Man~"Heather! Hey! It's me Mel...Mel Schwartz. You never returned any of my calls."
Heather rolled her eyes at the man in utter disdain.
~Heather Haze~ "uGH. Can't you like take a hint? Like, seriously. I got no time for lame paparazzo's or nosy-know-it-all tabloid dweebs. Just mind your bees wax and fuck off already."
The man blinked somewhat in puzzlement and shrugged.
~Man~"No, no I think you got me confused with someone else. I'm Mel Schwartz... the executive vice president for the Cover Girl Brand. We met at the Hall of Fame gala last year, remember?"
Heather stopped in her tracks, giving the man her full attention as he reached into his pocket to pullout a business card, which he hands over to her. She grabbed the card from his hand and studies it before looking up and squinting her eyes towards him.
~Heather Haze~ "O-M-G MELVIN?! Is that really you?! I barely even recognized you. You look...(pause) like you lost a few pounds the last time I saw you. Have you been working out??"
The portly man gushed as he slightly shifted his weight while letting out an awkward chuckle.
~Mel Schwartz~"Guilty as charged. And I must say you are a really hard person to get a hold off. I tried getting through to that agent of yours, but all I get is his voice mail. Whatever happened to him?"
(Rolling her eyes) "Don't remind me. He's doing a stint in the big house on several cocaine and heroin charges. It really sucks to be him right now."
~Mel Schwartz~"Oh? That's... terrible. I had no idea."
~Heather Haze~ "I know. It's sooo friggin hard to find a damn dependable agent who's NOT a drug addict. So for the time being I am my own agent. And lemme me tell ya it's hard as fuck. But I somehow get by."
~Mel Schwartz~"Well, that's a shame what happened to him. He was an interesting fella to say the least. Here's hoping he gets all the help he can and stays clean once he gets out."
Heather rolled her eyes away, waving over a dismissive hand to change the subject.~Heather Haze~
"Yeeea. So what brings you here to crummy Pittsburgh of all places?"
~Mel Schwartz~"It's top secret. If I were to tell you then I'd have to kill you."
Mel snorted at the joke as Heather giggled along.~Heather Haze~
"C'mon...do tell. I promise I won't spill any beans."
Mel debated for a bit into telling her his plans, as he leaned closer and whispered. ~Mel Schwartz~
You didn't hear this from me, but the plan in place is to have an athlete be our next spokesperson / cover girl for 2022. And I was thinking to have an APEX PWS female star be the next face of our line of brand."
Heather's eyes almost instantly lit up with a wide smile spreading across her face.~Heather Haze~
"Well lucky for you Melvin you don't have to look any further cause standing in front of you is your cover girl."
Heather batted away her eyelashes as she showed off the tiny hot pink bodycon dress that stopped perfectly above her knees before planting her hands firmly onto her hips and making a sexy pose. Melvin though barely reacted to her 'wiles', as he simply nodded his head and then checked at his watch.~Heather Haze~
"I'd make an awesome cover girl. Don't you think so? "~Mel Schwartz~
"Actually I have someone else in mind. But thank you for your interest. Really. Your support really means a lot."
Her eyes flashed in anger as she stared deep into his skull in dismay.
~Heather Haze~"What the hell are you saying? You don't think I am cover girl material??"
Melvin quickly held his hands up in a placating gesture as Heather closed in with her clenched up fist, ready to deck him.~Mel Schwartz~
"No, No, No..It's not that. I mean you are very beautiful attractive woman and all...but..."
~Heather Haze~"But what EXACTLY??"
~Mel Schwartz~"It's just we're looking for someone with a more ambitious quality type. Someone who exudes confidence, intelligence, and perseverance. Like with the whole girl power and all that empowerment thing."
Heather raises her index finger and begins wagging it in his face to make her point seem stronger.
~Heather Haze~"Excuse me, I'm going to stop you right there cuz There's nobody more empowering than me. I am all about girl power. There is no other bitch in that dressing room who posses all those qualities that I have. I can be wickedly smart, and I am sure as hell good looking, AND hell of a lot more talented in that ring than anyone round' here. You can't get anyone better than ME cause I am the whole damn package!"
~Mel Schwartz~"I think Sierra Williams, Cleo Philips, and Audrey Russow all fit the type. They are all great women in their own right and really fit the mold with what we are going for with our product."
Heather makes a grossed-out-face, looking ready to barf upon the mention of those names as she folds her arms under her chest in a very bratty manner to show her contempt.
~Heather Haze~"You're just saying that because you've been sipping on their kool-aid. If I was the World champion right now you'd be all on your knees, kissing my ass all over, begging me to sell your shit...and I'd be making you tons of money. But, hey, if you wanna waste away a perfectly good opportunity on those bimbos, then go right ahead. Good luck finding anyone who has all of this and can do this.... "
Heather crudely points to her chest and shakes her boobs as Melvin clears his throat, looking panicky by the minute.
~Mel Schwartz~"Well, now, I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding some modeling work that more suits your needs .... Now, if you'll excuse me...I got places to be and people to see. It was really great catching up with you."
As Melvin hurried off to leave, Heather would then grab a can of pop from a table nearby, shake it, and dump it all over his head.
All the other Wrestlers, and backstage staff let out combined gasps and appalled sounds as Heather laughs cruelly before nonchalantly walking off, leaving poor Melvin in embarrassment with soda running in dark sparkling rivulets dripping from his forehead all the way down to his soaked brown jacket and trousers as the scene fades to black.
~Back to School~
The school bells sounds off as the camera fades to a improvised classroom, filled with rows of empty desks and seating chairs all lined up facing a large blackboard and a desk in the front of the room. We then see Heather appear in the classroom, sporting a brown cardigan strapless top and a short denim skirt, which showed off her long legs as it made its way to the board. From there Heather would then grab a chalk, and jot down her name.
Satisfied, she then turns around to face the bare classroom while settling her curvy butt on top of the desk as she moves away the brown curls framing her face and smiles almost wickedly. ~Heather Haze~
"Hello....Shawn. And welcome to my classroom. I know this is a bit much over-the-top, but considering you're a overgrown weirdo man-child who loves bouncing around like an idiot on trampolines and bouncy castles, I figured this is a fitting way to get through to you; And I hope and pray by the end of this lecture that fickle brain of yours will process and absorb some valuable insight from what I'm about to share. So, please do keep up with me...M-kay?"
That bitchy look on her face only grows a little bit colder, her eyebrows narrowing.~Heather Haze~
"First and foremost congratulations on FINALLY making it to the main event.
(clapping her hands) Bravo, Well deserved! It's been a long bumpy journey for you, but needless to say, you've made it this far, with a couple of broken bones and somewhat barely alive. And I one for one applaud your tenacity and your will to never say DIE bearing in mind that for the most part of 2021 you been nothing more than an absolute punching bag for emo boy and his lumbering cronies. Buttt despite all the beatings, and despite getting the snot beat out of you, you still come back for more shits and licks. And Why is that, Shawny? Is it Because you're 'a showman'? 'A self-seeking crowd pleaser with a hard on for abuse? Or is it that You desperately wanna impress all those dead-beat fans who sit and watch on their collective butts just to pay to watch you break your neck and be victimized in the ring to get some pity your way??"
Drumming her nails on top of the desk, a small grin begins to etch its way across her face.
~Heather Haze~"Is that what you're going for? The whole: 'I never care if you cheer me...or boo me, I'm just here to make sure ya'll have a good time, and to make a little money, maybe even get laid or even a little bit of recognition in the world just as long as when you buy your tickets and walk out of an APEX show, you can all go 'Well gee golly, that was a damn good time cause Shawn Young did all these cool flippy floppy moves in the ring but still got the crap kicked out him."
Heather shakes her head, snickering a bit before resuming her thoughts.~Heather Haze~
"And that's pretty much you in a nutshell. Now don't get me wrong. This isn't a knock at your silly grandiose beliefs or what-have-you. Matter of fact, I'll admit We both talked up a big game and came up short of our winnings at the biggest stage of our careers. I came short of winning the World Title where Missy Williams had to literally kill herself in the course to save face; while Johnny boy practically left you for dead with your eyes glazed over with 10,000 volts of electricity running up your teeny-tiny testicles. "And this match right here, made by the brain thrust powers-that-be, is a way for us to get back on the winning side of things; to turn our rotten luck around in our favor if you will, with some high dose of competitiveness, perhaps even redemption, and venting out stuff that we're fostering deep within ourselves."
Heather now stood upright, her head cocked to the side, and a wicked gleam in her icy brown eyes as she grabs up a big ruler, sizing it up, and smacking it repeatedly against her palm.
~Heather Haze~"And believe me Shawn, it's a no-brianer that I'd like nothin' more than to make my point across to our entitled 'champ' that I'm done fucking around. And that Rise to Glory was nothing more than a fluke. Hell, I bet you got something to prove with yourself too with emo boy and his goonies using you as a human piñata. So therefore I suggest you wear your big boy pants and come at me, full swinging. I am ready for you, kiddo. But make no mistake. You're not going to use me as your proverbial stepping stone to get by me. Oh, No, No...if you must know, I fully intend to drop you on your head in that ring. And from there, what comes next I reckon is for me to go on to main event as many matches, and sell-out as many venues after venues whenever my schedule permits me to because in this business your only worth is translated into how well you can perform in the ring, and sell out shows. And There is NO bigger star and No bigger main attraction in the Wrestling World right now than Heather Haze! And that's a given fact."
Heather sighs, running a finger on top of the desk to flick off some dust as she makes her way behind the desk and flops down on the chair. She then kicks her feet up and grabs an apple and takes a bite out of it. She pauses, savoring the taste of it in her mouth and thinking extensively before glancing up at the camera to speak once more.
~Heather Haze~"You on the other hand Shawn are still a lot naive and young to understand how things work. No pun intended. You have a lot to learn and grow in this business. While You DO have all these abilities. You DO have these spectacular high-flying talents to show for. But You won't get to show them against me. But luckily the future of APEX PWS is a road-bound. And with luck you may have a chance of a shot to rebound. Perhaps another go at it with emo boy for that title I made famous in the first place. But, Tonight's an opportunity for you to seize and learn from. One for you to realize I'm not some dumb tramp that everyone makes me out to be. One where you realize that I always belonged right on top of the food chain. More importantly Tonight... I teach you the true meaning to the words: survival of the fittest. Your fate though... it's all in your own hands. You have one choice, Shawn: thrive. And if you fail..."
Heather shakes her head and snickers before extending her middle finger up straight to the camera.
~Heather Haze~Well...that's a big 'F' on you.
And with a smug smile, Heather takes another bite of the apple and winks as the scene fades.