Post by: Mark Ward on April 21, 2019, 04:18:07 PM
One roleplay per week maximum.
10,000 word limit
Good luck!
Post by: Sam Marlowe on April 27, 2019, 11:52:33 PM
“The lady doth protest too much,” she says to the air as a bunch of tourists stop in surprise that a performance was to be put on this early in the day. Sam blushes as they turn and point, the soft clamoring of their voices reaching her. “Oops, sorry,” she adds as she moves away from the stage and into a darker corner where she is followed by someone carrying a camera.
“Hey Sam,” says Pussy who is holding the camera in the face of Sam who has turned back to look at her friend. “I thought you wanted to talk about your match at London Brawling against Trinity. You know I would be able to better film you out there,” offers Pussy as she motions towards the stage area again. “Come on, we could use those tourists to give us some background noise to play up the promo work you wanted to do. We can get them chanting your name.”
Sam’s reaction is to giggle slightly at the teasing tone of her friend. “Thanks Pussy but I don’t think having a bunch of Japanese tourists screaming in the globe theater would be the same as an arena of screaming fans. Besides, I think that you are right about one thing and that is going out there for the right atmosphere.”
Sam moves to join Pussy and both women move into the light of the stage where the tourists have moved on. Sam moves out to the edge of the stage then crouches to seat herself there. Looking around, she seems to slip back in her mind to the time when famous men would move across the stage.
“You know what Pussy, I can’t help but think of all the quotes that would have been on a stage like this,” offers Sam almost distractedly. “In class I read and learn all the lines and can quote them at the drop of a hat but here, here is where it gets really real for me. But at the same time, those quotes have so much meaning for my career in SCW. I don’t know if I can explain it but thinking of this match has so many Shakespeare quotes drifting through my thoughts. I mean think about it. Shakespeare put humanity on display just like SCW does.”
Pussy snickers as she moves to film Sam with the stage framing her. “Yeah, Shakespeare wrote about wrestlers. I think you took one too many shots to the head Sam.”
“Oh you are so wrong Pussy. Take for example Hamlet,” says Sam as she crosses her legs and leans back on her hands. “It has a quote that totally fits for my match against Trinity Jones.”
“And that is?” questions Pussy.
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” quotes Sam, a half grin breaking over her face. “Have you not heard her every week when she talks about the fact that I am afraid of her. I can’t help but suppose that she is doing it to justify to herself that she hasn’t earned a title shot but yet here she is getting a title shot at my title once again at the supercard. I have to wonder just why it is that she seems to have something against me. Hellfire Pussy, I wonder why she seems to think that she needs to demand things like she is. I am more than willing to offer a title shot but that doesn’t mean that she has to disrespect me because someone answered my open challenge first. If anything she should have stepped up faster. Oh well, I faced that challenge and what happened, I get dogged by Trinity as being scared to face her.”
“I guess she wanted to paint you in a bad light Sam,” offers Pussy. “She doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to facing you. Maybe she tore you down so she could build herself up.” Sam sighs as she thinks of that for a moment. Pussy manages to capture the play of emotions that are crossing the face of Sam. “You know, maybe she does it because of the fact that she is afraid of facing you and failing like everyone else has recently.”
The scoff that comes from Sam sounds hollow. “Trinity scared of me…I don’t think so. Our last match she brought the fight to me and well, she came close to taking the title.” Sam brings a hand up to swipe at a curl that blows across her cheek. “I don’t believe that Trinity is afraid of me. I seriously think that she is acting tough to try to scare me and I have to admit…”
Pussy interrupts Sam. “Whooaaaa right there Sammi! Do not dare to tell me that you are scared of Trinity,” says Pussy angrily.
A look of utter disbelief crosses Sam’s face as she sits up and looks directly into the camera. “You have nothing to worry about Pussy, the only thing I am afraid of is the fact that at London Brawling I will be ending the title capturing dreams of Trinity.”
A thrill of a laugh comes from the side that captures the attention of Pussy and Sam. A small woman is seen standing there, a cellphone camera trained on the two. Sam offers a raised eyebrow in question as well as a half smile.
“I couldn’t help but overhear you and I have to say that I don’t think that you will be able to promise to end the dreams of Trinity Jones,” offers the lady who moves closer still filming. “I happen to be a big fan of hers and she is one tough woman. You aren’t going to be able to beat her with the confidence she has right now.”
Sam shares a glance with Pussy before turning back to the Trinity fan. “I know she is confident and I know she has skills but her record facing me isn’t too strong. And I get she wants a title but that is something that I have a strong grip on. The Bombshell Roulette title is something I take seriously and defending it is my reason for being right now. I keep making history as the Bombshell Roulette champion and that will continue at London Brawling.”
“But Trinity Jones is on the tip of greatness and there is nothing you are going to be able to do to stop her,” adds the fan who lets a sneer cross her lips. “She has said that you are nothing and will not be beating her at the supercard. And trust me when I tell you that she has got your number!”
Before Sam can offer a reply, the woman snaps her phone off and stalks away leaving both Sam and Pussy speechless for the moment. The two women share a glance before breaking into laughter. After a few moments, Sam wipes at her eyes and gets serious.
“You know what Pussy,” she offers as she calms. “That woman could be right. I could be under the impression that I can beat her and then something happens to turn the match in her favor and I lose the title…”
Pussy holds up a hand in the face of Sam that stops her. “Don’t you think that you will just jinx yourself. I want you to remember who you are Sam…you are the Bombshell Roulette champion and you hold so many records in SCW. Now I know that Mercedes Vargas isn’t here to list them all but you girl, are the one bombshell that has defined the title and I don’t see it going anywhere but back on your waist or shoulder or wherever it is you wear it.”
Pussy looks so stern as she gives Sam the what for. Holding her hands up in surrender, Sam nods and chuckles. “I hear you Pussy, and I am not going to let you or the fans down. Whatever match that I am in, whatever happens, it will be me walking out and with the title and Trinity left in the middle of the ring to wonder just why she thought that I was afraid of her.”
Sam jumps off the stage to the side of Pussy. Once there, she stops right in front of the camera and with a smile. “I only have one last thing to say and that is to quote Shakespeare,” says Sam as her head tilts ever so slightly. “Cry ‘havoc’ and let slip the dogs of war!”
With those words, Sam turns and begins to walk away from the camera before it snaps to black.
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<td>Here I am again Trinity and this time I am going to be explaining to you why you will not be able to walk out the champion at London Brawling.
I am the current Bombshell Roulette champion and that gives me a unique perspective on the title and retaining. I am sure you have heard of the champion’s advantage which mean that you have to beat me but I don’t have to beat you. And some champions coast on that, not putting their all into defending titles. However, the difference between those champions and myself is that I take defending the title seriously. I consider it an honor to wear this title and every night I defend it means that every night I take my challengers seriously enough that I don’t leave anything to chance and that means that I am the most dangerous champion you could face here in Sin City Wrestling. Because I am that champion that will not admit defeat.
Oh I know you are going to talk about how I am going to pay, about how I have been avoiding you because I know that you will be taking me to my limits and then taking my title. I think Trinity that the confidence you have is great. But confident or not, there are a couple of things that I have to remind you of Trinity. I may not be a striker like you but I am one dang strong challenge for anyone to overcome. You may be confident but I am sure that as much as you want to take this title, I am someone that is driven to keep this title around my waist. And that means I am going to be coming to defend it with my last breath…my last thought…my last heartbeat if need be. This title is going nowhere and you will not be the person to end the streak I am on.
I have thought long and hard about it and I realize something important Trinity. I am not fighting you for this title. In all honest, I am fighting myself and my natural inclination to talk myself into defeat. And I believe that at the supercard, all thoughts of losing will be gone and my confidence will carry me through this match to beat you and retain the Bombshell Roulette title. Because I am ready Trinity, ready to bring the fight to you and ready to pin you to the mat…force you to submit…do whatever I need to do to keep my title. And hopefully after all is said and done, you will have to give me the respect I deserve because I have beaten the one person that you believe could end my title streak and that is yourself.
So I have only one thing to say and that is good luck at London Brawling Trinity. You are going to need it.. </td>
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Post by: Char Kwan on April 28, 2019, 12:36:26 AM
Trinity is sitting inside her London hotel room with her eyes glued to the mirror. She was really psyching herself up for this upcoming championship match. She wanted to make this one count.
~ Trinity ~
Tick tock, tick tock, do you hear that Samantha Marlowe? That is the time counting down on your championship reign. You have held the one championship I've been craving for ever since I signed with this company several years ago. Since then, I have left broken bodies behind me on my quest towards this moment. My last match didn't go as planned but it wasn't my endgame. This right here is my endgame.
Trinity smirks while balling up her fist.
~ Trinity ~
The last time you faced off against me. We fought in a backstage brawl. I'm sure you are going to gloat about how you beat me. Correction, you got lucky. Anyone can be beat in a backstage brawl. I'm fairly certain that you will come into this match thinking you are already victorious. Well, think again. You have not won. You will not win because I'm going to slaughter you. I'm going to turn your entire life upside down.
Your reign will come to an abrupt end and it will be oh so glorious. I am not afraid to kick your head off. I am looking forward to tying your ass into every possible knot that I can fathom. You say that you can adapt to the match. That's admirable but there is one thing you haven't been able to do. That is adapt to me. Sierra Williams got lucky because I wasn't focused on her. She knew my main focus is destroying you. I will take that belt from you.
Trinity holds her fist out in front of her face. She continues to smirk.
~ Trinity ~
I told the world 2019 was going to the year of The Dragon and thus far I have stuck to that logic. No one is going to stop me from becoming a champion. Sam Marlowe will find out how serious I am when her teeth are covering the floor and her blood has stained the canvas. You have no more places to run. You have no place to hide. In time, you will burn from the fire that burns inside me. This is my moment and I will not let it slip through my fingers.
The Dragon soars in London. Your life will flash. Your reign will end. That is the fact and there is nothing you can do to stop it. So Sam, bring every thing you got because it won't be enough. London Brawling 2 will be my night. It's time to ENTER THE DRAGON.
Trinity punches the mirror in front of her as the glass shatters. Small sprinkles of blood drip as the scene fades.
Post by: Sam Marlowe on May 03, 2019, 11:50:36 PM
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<td>Here we are Trinity, only days away from London Brawling and you I am sure are ready to take me down with your amazing striking capabilities and your no nonsense, take no prisoners attitude when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title. I have seen you talking about how you seem to think that I am running from you. I have heard you when you talk about this title is something that you deserve and now I know that you will step into the ring with the intent of taking my title and putting me in the place that you think I belong. I have to applaud your confidence even though you have no reason to believe that is going to happen.
I want you to know Trinity that I don’t take you lightly. I realize Trinity that you are a helluva fighter and you will be able to stand tall with any other woman in that ring. Every other woman save one. And that one is yours truly because if you think about it, I am standing tall because of how I think of this championship and how much I desire to retain the title.
I will tell you Trinity that I live for being this champion. No one can ever say that I don’t embody the perseverance needed to defend a title that is contested in a way that no other title is defended and that is with the randomness of a roulette wheel that decides the match stipulation and how the title will be defended. I have seen me win in ladder matches, backstage brawls, last woman standing…you name the match I will pull out the win. Y’all probably have a bunch of excuses of why I am not going to be able to keep this title past London Brawling.
I am here to tell you Trinity that I am not going to let you take my title away. I have more to lose than you think and that is what drives me. Y’all better not think that I am letting the title define me because it doesn’t. But it also symbolizes something to me that I can’t let anyone take from me. All my life I have lived in a shadow…the shadow of Cyn Marlowe and I was sick and tired of it. So what did I do, I took it into my head to be better than she was and I’ll be danged but that I did step out of her shadow and make me better. I won the bombshell world title…twice. Then I lost that title and someone…we won’t say who…but someone decided to repay me from the hell he put me through with a bombshell roulette title shot. And boy did I take advantage of that. Then I lost it only to win it two more times. And since I last title win, I have been unable to lose and seriously I don’t think that I will be losing my title at London Brawlin’
Actually each match I have as the Bombshell Roulette title holder gives me the confidence to actually say that I am not going to let you win Trinity. I can’t let you win because I live and breathe and bleed for this title. I don’t know if you can the same. Sure, you have wanted this title and you have offered yourself up as the number one contender but after Sunday night, I have to tell you that you won’t have a chance at the title to claim the win. As much as you want the title Trinity, I want it that much more which means two things…
Firstly…Sunday night at London Brawling in the very first match for SCW…you get a shot to challenge for the Bombshell title. And secondly, you get to lose the match as I use every tool in my arsenal to gain the win. I am letting you know I will be walking out of London as the Bombshell Roulette champion and there is nothing you can do about it. So good luck Trinity. Know that I am not underestimating you when it comes to the challenge but I also know that you are probably underestimating me and that is your first mistake. Your second will be thinking that I am going to lose the title to you. See you Sunday Trinity.
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Post by: Char Kwan on May 03, 2019, 11:56:10 PM
Trinity's home
Los Angeles, California
Off Camera/On Camera
Adley Sadley, Trinity's girlfriend, was sitting at the breakfast nook while waiting for Trinity to come down after another long run. Footsteps echo down the staircase as Adley perks up to see Trinity step onto the floor.
~ Adley ~
Hi babe.
Trinity smiles as she walks toward her refrigerator.
~ Trinity ~
Hi Addy, are you hungry?
Adley nods her head while watching her girlfriend move across the floor. Her eyes were amazed at how skilled Trinity was in the kitchen.
~ Adley ~
Who taught you to cook?
Trinity smiles as she whipped up some pancakes for them to eat.
~ Trinity ~
My grandfather when I moved out to Hawaii. It was one of the few things we liked doing together besides surfing.
Adley smiled as Trinity continued to cook them some breakfast. As Trinity was stirring the batter, Felicity Oswald, her best friend, walks into the house wearing a business suit.
~ Felicity ~
Trinity, are you here?
~ Trinity ~
I am in the kitchen with Adley.
Felicity follows the scent of pancakes as she enters the kitchen. She gives Adley a soft hug before turning towards her best friend.
~ Felicity ~
Are you ready?
Trinity looks at her friend with a look of confusion racking her face. She didn't have any plans that she knew of besides spending the day with Adley.
~ Trinity ~
What are you talking about Fee?
~ Felicity ~
You do realize that we have to be in London in a week.
The moment she mentioned London, Trinity smirked. She didn't forget. She just didn't want that to be her entire focus while her girlfriend was staying with her. Trinity looks at her girlfriend and asks if she could watch the batter.
<p align=right>April 25, 2019
Trinity's hall way
Off Camera/On Camera
Trinity and Felicity had left the kitchen in order to keep her voice from getting to high. Felicity knew this match meant the world to her best friend. Trinity was literally balling her fist while speaking to her best friend.
~ Trinity ~
Did you purchase the plane tickets?
~ Felicity ~
Yes. I wasn't able to get first class but we do have priority boarding.
Trinity rolls her eyes.
~ Trinity ~
I don't care about where we are sitting. Did you get my favorite ring gear dry cleaned?
~ Felicity ~
Yep. It's already sitting comfortably in your suitcase. Which I already packed for you and is waiting in my car.
~ Trinity ~
Excellent. We will leave for the airport after breakfast.
Felicity nods her head as her stomach growls with hunger. Trinity just laughs as she and Felicity walk back into the kitchen. Adley was having fun flipping the pancakes as Trinity quietly took over after planting a kiss on Adley's lips.
<p align=right>Trinity's thoughts on London Brawling 2
Its almost time for us to square off once again for the bombshell roulette championship. Ever since our last encounter, I have been going over every possible scenario that I will have to battle through in order to obtain what I want. Sam Marlowe has no idea the kind of monster she has created. You see my obsession with the bombshell roulette championship is so massive that I am willing to go to the deepest depths of hell to achieve greatness.
That starts with me kicking the literal crap out of you Sam. This isn't a real personal vendetta from me. This is just me being brutally honest. You have been a great champion but all great champions must fall in defeat. It's just the natural order of balance. It's time for a new champion to take that mantle and run with it. That new champion will be me. No one will be able to stop me from tearing you apart.
This is my moment so seize and I will seize it. I will fight through the pain. I will fight back tears. I will keep my emotions in check. I will take the fight to you Sam Marlowe. I will make you regret running from me. I will make you regret not facing me head on. You want to play the hero that is fine. I have no problem being the villain. Just know, I will break every bone in your body. I'm going to kick your head off into the fourth row. I will watch as your teeth cover the arena floor.
I don't care what match we compete in because I have the advantage. You see, I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose. That is what I plan on doing. I plan on making you regret accepting my challenge. You may walk into London with the championship belt in your possession but by the end of the night. You will be carted out of Wembley with your face covered in blood. Your tears will fall as my arm is raised high into the air with the roulette championship firmly in my grip. That is when you know that the fiercest striker in all of SCW has finally made her dream come true.
The Dragon soars in London. Let the fire begin.