Areano/Nid vs. Carrington/McBride

[Marcus Welsh]

Roleplay Window: Thursday, July 29th - Tuesday, August 3rd. 6 days to post 1 rp PER team member. 1k word cap. 125 word overage buffer. Anything over results in a DQ. Match will air on the August 11th episode of Piledriver.

Please post your rps as a reply to this thread.

Winning team will face the winners of the Brett Daniels/Chris Madison vs. Giovanni Santana/Lily Lopez match.

[thesandspider]

"Yes, yes, just sign right here and then you'll get all the ice cream you want."

A shot through a cracked door shows Nid dressed in a suit, standing beside a confused-looking old man who sits at a desk in an office that is oval shaped and scribbles his name on a piece of paper.

"Ah yes, very good."

Nid takes the paper from the old man and hands it to another Middle Eastern man dressed in a formal military outfit, who tucks the paper into his jacket and leaves the shot. Nid walks toward the door and as he does retrieves his cellphone from his inside pocket. Nid looks at it while walking, but freezes in his tracks, he is stunned and the phone drops from his hand. A moment of silence passes before he shouts.


A WOMAN! BLASPHEMY!

“Huh,” the old man says behind the desk before being handed an ice cream cone of chocolate, chocolate chip.

The shot fades and then reopens to Iraq-Nid standing atop one of the many skyscrapers that jolt into the air of Qatar, Saudi Arabia. Nid stands looking out toward the Persian Gulf, and his homeland of Iraq. His Thawb whips in the wind as a gust blows in off the gulf. As the wind picks up and sand begins to fly, Nid slides a pair of avatars on to protect his eyes. As the wind dies down the Spider begins to speak.


I miss my homeland, but due to the meddling of the Americans, it is no longer a suitable location for a man of my status and means. It has simply become too dangerous to live, much like Chicago or Detroit of the U.S. And now, that I grace imperialistic Americans with my skills both intellectual and physical, I find nothing but disrespect once more. Teamed with a woman, ah phooey.

Nid spits onto the ground and shakes his head.

Women are meant to be wives and mothers staying within the family environment. They are meant to serve the family, not to be warriors. Now, as a blatant sign of disrespect, this Who’re has assigned to me another whore as a tag team partner. Talia, I will gift you with the proper attire for a woman, a niqab, and I expect you to honor your team leader, me… The Sand Spider, Iraq-Nid by wearing it.

As for the infidels we will be competing against, another harlot Bianca McBride, and the soft little American Bradley Carrington. Bradley, I call you soft because in the past you have lost to a woman, and now you parent with a woman again. A typical perverted infidel may think you are already building your harem here on Earth, but clearly, the women you have been surrounded by are not vestal virgins.

No, this Bianca McBride, she looks like a man.

Dibe ku ew dîk ji Bradley mezintir heye.

Stepping into the field of combat with a woman by my side, to do battle against another woman, and a man that has lost to women in the past… it is dishonoring. What should I expect from Americans though?

Americans, they stole their land from the natives. Convincing those to trade away their land for meaningless beads, blankets, and whiskey. You Americans, so un-Godly, Allah curses your land. Now, though, you are trading away the land you stole, and you do not even realize it is being swindled from you. You trade away your freedom and your future for a few barrels of oil. Allah will prevail, and all of you American infidels, man, woman, child, will all fall into the pits of hell and be crushed under the mighty boot of Allah.

Like the scud missiles you Americans reigned down upon my country, and my home, I will reign my terror upon The Margarita Mix and the entire OCW.

Margarita, vexwarinek alkolîk ... bêtir kufur ji OCW û Who're.

I expect nothing less from an American-based company, a company that reflects its country, and contestants in a contest that reflects their homes. A woman, who dresses like a man, and hides behind makeup that looks more like the war paint the natives of their land wore. Bianca, when I said to cover your face, that is not what I meant.

Carrington, you claim to be an educated man, but when your head has been filled with the false teachings of the Euro-centric American education system, you are but a fool. You have not been granted knowledge; you have simply been taught to recite what you were told. You are not a professor; you are simply a mockingbird. A mockingbird, you have been pierced before by an Owl, and now a bird will be injected with the dermonecrotic venom of the Sand Spider.

Nid turns to face the camera and slowly pulls his glasses off to reveal his cold and dark eyes.

The imperialist reign of the U.S.A is over, the pit has been dug and they are sliding into it. They grasp for any and all lifelines, but those are not lifelines, they are but webs set by the same spider the dug the pit. The web has wrapped around the victim, and now they need us more than they can even understand. Just as my partner, Talia Areano needs me more than she can even comprehend. If you want to win this, then you need me, more than I need you, Talia.

Like it or not, and I do not, we are now paired together for a mutual cause. The destruction of every other team in this tournament, and starts with the mockingbird and the leather-clad harlot. Give them a slice of Heaven, Talia, for when they are injected with the venom of the Sand Spider, they will never see Allah.

Ezê pişta wan bişkînim û wan nizim bikim.

I will break them, and I will humble them. You American’s wanted Iraqi weapons of mass destruction for years, and now… I am here.

The wind begins to blow again, and as the sand surrounds Nid the scene fades out.

['Professor' Bradley Carrington]

Bradley Carrington sits in the driver seat of his custom painted Corvette. Instead of red, his is carnelian, the color of his alma mater Cornell University. He’s headed from Ithaca, New York toward southern Florida, the house he and his wife Autumn used to live in when Bradley originally wrestled in OCW. Autumn doesn’t know that Bradley never sold it.



Carrington: Come on, grandma. Move it!



Bradley speeds by a slower car and turns aggressively onto his exit ramp. After about ten more minutes of driving like the douche bag that he’s proud to be, he finally pulls into the drive way of the large, somewhat secluded house. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and heads to the front door. He passes by the mailbox which is overflowing with fan mail, mostly from himself to himself. He grabs the letters for inspiration.



Carrington: It’s good to be home. I’ve missed this place. I’ve missed the ring. I’ve missed being the best wrestler alive… well I still am the best wrestler alive, I’ve just missed showing it off.



Bradley seems to wait for a response from someone, but he is alone in the house.



Carrington: Oh, right. Time to watch some film on these poor unfortunate souls.



He gets out his laptop and connects it to the TV.



Carrington: Let’s see what they’ve got. I’ll start with… I want to say Parker something…



After searching for about ten seconds Bradley’s phone starts to ring. It’s his wife calling. He silences it and lets it go to voicemail.



Carrington: Maybe it wasn’t Parker, whatever. They aren’t important enough to remember.



He decides to set up a couple of mirrors, some lights, and a camera. It’s time to dust off his skills as a smack talker. Not that he needs to or anything, he is Bradley Carrington after all.



Carrington: Let me send a message out to all my Carringtonians out there, I already have this tournament won. I didn’t even need a partner but they gave me one anyway! I’m in a class of my own, and apparently it’s time that OCW learned that.



Bradley pauses the camera to see what he has so far. The angle isn’t quite right. Of course he looks great because he’s a Carrington, but it could look better. He grabs his phone.



Carrington: Siri, call Siri.



Siri: Hello Mr Carrington. How was your drive?



Carrington: It was fine. Listen, I need your help with a project.



Siri: Sure thing boss.



Bradley hired a personal assistant just for this trip to Florida. The only requirement was that they be a graduate of Cornell like him. As an added bonus her name is the same as the assistant built into his phone, so he only has to remember one name.



Siri: Let’s just start over. How do you know you’re going to win the Margarita Mix?



Bradley smirks, having someone in the room just feels better. Plus Siri got an even better camera angle on him.



Carrington: That’s too easy, Siri. This tournament is going to be a breeze, it’s full of no names, has-beens, and never-will-bes. Someone’s dad even got a spot because there weren't enough athletes. And then there’s a couple of twins that I’m not convinced are really twins, but that’s enough about the rest of the field. This week, my warm up match is against…



Bradley looks to Siri who holds up a sheet of paper like a cue card.



Carrington: Iraq Nid, is that his real name? He was definitely beaten up in school. And Talia Areano who isn’t worth making a joke about. The only person in the match that looks like they’ve probably won a fight is my tag team partner…



Bradley reads his hand this time.



Carrington: Bianca McBride. She’s the lucky one in all this, she gets to watch and learn from me up close and gets a free ride to tournament final. Now I’m assuming the Iraqnado isn’t too bright, so I’ll me keep my one request simple: please, for my sake and yours, tap out when I put you in the Cornell Clutch. Your tiny brain can’t go long without oxygen. Oxygen is the stuff we breathe!



Bradley feels more and more like himself as he speaks. This is the most alive he’s felt in some time.



Carrington: Now I’ve saved the best for last. I should need no introduction. But for those of you who don’t yet have the privilege of knowing, and for those of you who are simply too stupid to remember: I am Bradley Quincy Carrington, I am the most successful wrestler in the history of Cornell University, winning four Ivy League championships and two national championships. I have even competed at the Olympic trials in wrestling.



Siri: And you were a member of Cornell’s judo club.



Carrington: That’s right Siri, I have a first degree black belt in judo. I can and will twist you into knots and throw you around the ring and nothing in your arsenal can save you. You have strength, so do I. You have speed, so do I! But no one on Earth has my mind. That’s the deadliest weapon of mine by far. You have weaknesses, and I will find them. I’ll have my assistant start drafting your retirement speeches. It’s the least I can do to make up for the pain I’m going to cause you.



Bradley smirks and Siri turns off the camera.



Siri: Mr Carrington, I got goosebumps.



Carrington: Yeah, I have that effect on people.



Siri: Before I forget, I think I found the perfect song for your new entrance music.



Carrington: Let me hear it.



Siri plays Cry out for a Hero by Beast in Black on her phone.



...he’s the chosen one, the savior of the people…



Bradley snaps his fingers.



Carrington: That’s it! The perfect description of me!



Bradley and Siri smile at each other. Bradley’s phone rings again, it’s the wife trying one last time for the night, Bradley’s mood completely changes from loud and jovial to quiet and sort of awkward.



Carrington: It’s getting late, you should probably head home Siri.



Siri: Yeah… goodnight Mr Carrington.



Siri gathers her things and heads out. Bradley sits on the couch and looks around the large, empty house.

[Talia Areano]

The screen lights up with Talia's face; the camera held up close for a shot. As the screen shakes and shifts suddenly, it's apparent that she is being filmed on a handheld camera and walking. Behind her, a wall of mirrors is prominent, and the room appears to be some studio perhaps used for dance or yoga. Talia is dressed in a white vest top and match white pants; her brown hair pulled back from her face. It's evident from the slight sheen on her tanned skin, and the towel draped around her that she's been working out.

"I suppose everyone has been expecting me to not show up for this match? But I am here to break it to everyone; this return to OCW is far from over after Margarita Mix; I made a brief impact in OCW a long time ago. I came in with good energy and so much hype that people wondered what I would achieve. But, unfortunately, it didn't turn out that way at all, things happened, and that's in the past; now I am back. But it looks like my partner for the Margarita Mix isn't too thrilled with the idea."

The image shakes a little as Talia takes a seat on the padded floor, judging by her reflection against the back wall. A slight smile lights her features as she speaks directly into the camera in her warm voice.

"This isn't the first time I have someone expressed the same ideals as Nid; in this kind of business, you hear opinions like his through this sport. So it's nothing new, but the thought that it's 2021 and someone such as him has those same ideals around, but maybe it's a cultural thing. I grow up with a background Nid speaks of, women being wives and mothers. But nothing more, no disrespect to the wives and mothers. Today, women can be wives and mothers, but they can go out there and kick ass. I prove the time, and again in that square-sided circle, I am a threat to anything I stand next to and across from, so about being team leader, that attire you are so proud to display doesn't suit me so that I won't be concerning myself with those things. Moving on to the next round is where my focus lay?

Talia adjusts herself on the floor, wiping the sweat from her neck.

"My focus is Carrington and McBride; Margarita Mix gathers competition from all over the indies, even some that compete in OCW. Carrington, I am sure you think very highly of yourself; that ego you call confidence is clouded as you try to discredit the people in this tournament. Logic tells me that the intensity will only increase this point further me overlooking anybody will be a grave mistake."

She begins to stench a little more.

"Which is why I watched everyone who signed their names in the hat after each person did a little research. Some I didn't have to as I was very familiar with what they accomplished, and I am excited to beyond belief, winning this tournament will have eyes glued on them. Me winning this match will stop the people like you, Carrington, who believe that I am a joke. That I will outwork and come out on time in the toughest of situations."

Talia switches legs before speaking again.

"McBride, I have seen you around floating in the indies. You have even made your way to XWF, which I am also a part of. But as it goes, you have yet to make your official debut in the company. I expected a fight from you, McBride, seeing how both of our partners in this match egos are up each other's asses. So it comes down to us to be the calming ground to have our eyes focused on this match; I am looking forward to what you are made of in that ring, seeing as you lack experience and I have a decade-plus of it. This tournament will be your day in the sun to prove what you can do, but will the pressure eat at you first? Will you fold once the bell ring? Or the final seconds of the match. I have been in this position before, and I have to tell you only the strong survive, no matter what kind of promising talent you are or could be. You won't get past this point; I won't allow it not to make a name off yourself beating me. No way in hell is going to happen, McBride. Making it to the finals, walking out the winners. That's the only goal I have for this tournament."

Her lips thin into a line, her face becoming quite serious. Her hand appears in shot, and she tucks a strand of her hair that has fallen loose behind her ear.

"Everyone can talk about the championships they have won—all that same old stuff. But when I am inside that ring, everything clicks for me; from a young age, I made a life decision to compete in a wrestling ring for the rest of my life. This is the only thing I ever wanted to do, and this is my time to show the world that when it comes to passion, mines is bottomless that pushing myself is never enough. I have to risk everything if I want to be something. So everyone should keep their eyes focused on the Margarita Mix because I will make history and win the whole thing."

Talia smiles, blowing a kiss into the camera. She flicks a switch, and the image fades as the film comes to an end.

[Bianca McBride]

The scene opens up to a wrestling ring in the middle of a small gym somewhere in downtown New York. After a rigorous training session. Bianca sat atop one of turnbuckles. Sweat dripped from her face as she sat there catching her breath, she downed the remaining water in her bottle before tossing it to the side.





“My father once told me that if you want something. You work your ass off to get it and that’s what I have been doing for the past few years. I’ve been training left and right to get where I’m at today. I have a lot riding on my shoulders. I’m a third generation professional wrestler. I’m carrying the weight of the McBride name and I do that with pride but make no mistake. While I may be new around here and I haven't reached the heights that my grandfather or father have been at. I will be and I’ll go beyond what they have achieved. It’s my duty to do so. That’s why I signed up for The Margarita Mix. It’s the first step to making a name for myself. To show that the McBride name is to be respected in this business.”





“I will admit, I know nothing about my tag team partner Bradley Carrington besides the fact he is a former world champion and an asshole. That fact alone is enough for me. That means he’s skilled and he knows his way around the business. He may have an ego but nothing I can’t handle or deal with if need be.”



Bianca got down from the turnbuckle to lean on the ropes.





“This is bad news for our opponents. Areano and Nid. Now I know who Talia is. I’ve seen her on XWF T.V. and she's no joke. If our opponents had a chance of winning, it would be because of her. Talia is tough, skilled and has been to places from Mexico to Japan to hone her skills. Same as I but there is one big difference between her and I. When it comes to the big matches, she lets her emotions get the best of her. Now that isn’t good. Sure we all get mad and upset over stuff but if Talia can’t handle the big moments she will have in the wrestling business. Then why is she here in The Mix? I’ve been wrestling for about two years now and yet I don’t let my emotions get the best of me. Talia has been in the game for ten. What does that tell you? While yes she’s skilled and can hold her own, buuuut if she can’t keep those emotions in line. Then she’s doomed to fail. That’s a problem, a problem that can be and will be used against her.”





“I don’t like to cheat to win, but I will get into my opponent’s head. I will exploit Talia’s weaknesses and use it to beat her. It’s the name of the game. Not only do you need to be skilled on a physical level but with the mind too. Talia, while I do respect you, do not think for one moment that I won’t use whatever it takes to win, besides cheating. I wouldn’t need to do you dirty like that to beat you. I have drive, passion and a purpose. My partner and I will be winning this match and move onto the next round. Talia. I feel for you. It’s not fair you got fucked over by having a low tier nobody like Iraq Nid.”





“Speaking of Iraq Nid. What the fuck kind of name is that? That just screams he’s a piece of shit. The Sand Spider. Oh no. So fucking scary. You named yourself over one of the shyest little bitch spiders of all time. No one fears spiders anymore. Get the fuck outta here with that shit. Listen, you are one lucky mother fucker. Just look at your partner. She’s no push over but as I said if your team has any shot at beating Carrington and me. It’s her, but you’ll be the reason why you lose. It doesn’t take a rock scientist to know that you’re the weak link in this match. Ray Charles could see that. Nid. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up and listen to Talia. She’s your only hope to win this but we both know that’s not going to happen. Something tells me that when you lose. You’ll blame it on everyone but yourself. That’s the kind of man you are, or should I say boy? Yes, you’re nothing but a little boy in a world you don’t belong in. My partner and I will show you why you’ll fail and it will be all your fault. Talia will do her part, she will fight til the end. You on the other hand. You’ll bitch and moan about something that has nothing to do with our match and say that’s why you lost. Well, that’s not my fucking problem. It’s yours and yours only. So get ready to lose bitch. I have too much riding on this to let some little boy stop me. Talia, sorry you got the shitty end of the stick, but that’s how life works sometimes.”