Fenix/V Malvado vs. Dadbod/Vicky Stone

[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 Ricky Rodriguez/Myster Entrant vs. Father Thyme/Billy Young match.

[Tara Fenix]

Tara was lounging on a beach chair with a coconut cup in one hand filled to the rim with a Key Lime Margarita on the rocks, with a lime wedge on the rim, and a book in the other. She was wearing a simple bikini top, with a patterned beach skirt. Just behind her was a beach tent in case the sun had become unbearable; inside of the tent were a couple of her dogs. An American bulldog with a thinner coat, and an Akita with a heavier coat. They would raise their heads as other beachgoers would pass by with food, but they were well-trained and did not chase any of them. A few of the children that would pass by would point at the dogs while tugging on their parents arm. “Doggy!” they would shout; the shout would catch Tara’s attention, and she would raise her head and give a smile and a nod to the child and their parents before resuming her reading.

Despite the relaxing atmosphere, Tara could hear the thunder in the distance and shook her head. “Typical Florida weather.” she muttered, and looked up to see that there was not one cloud overhead, but in the distance the dark clouds could be seen coming in with the wind.

That sixth sense kicked in, and she knew she was being watched by the cameras which circled to the front. Without looking up, and rather, flipping to the next page of her book, she spoke aloud, “You know, in my two-decade career there have been certain titles that have eluded me…” Tara brought her book down, and lowered her sunglasses to let the camera get a shot of her mesmerizing blue eyes. She set the book down on her lap before resuming her speech.

“I have never won tag team gold,” she said while shaking her head, “I saw an opportunity in this invitation to change that. I saw a chance to team with someone who I’ve only known a short time, but who has become one of my dearest friends-- Atara-- and--” Tara shrugged, “--it didn’t happen.”

There was a brief display of disappointment written across her face, but with a mere shrug of her shoulder, it seemed to already be behind her.

“That’s okay. Part of the reason that I never went after tag team gold is because I’ve never found a partner that just meshed well with me-- I have certain… needs… in a partner. I need someone who I can trust. Someone who will fight as hard as I fight, someone who can hold their own, someone who can match the same energy and intensity that I bring to the ring each and every time that I enter it! And I can’t help but think…” Tara gives a gesture of pondering, “Can Victor Malvado do that?”

She taps her finger against her chin a few times. She cocks her head to the side and gives off another shrug before finally giving her own answer, “I’m going to go ahead and give Victor the benefit of the doubt. I’m going to do something for you that I don’t do very often, Victor… Voy a confiar en ti. No me defraudes.” Tara finished her statement by wagging her finger at the camera.

“Trusting your partner is only half of the battle, though. There are still the two people standing across from us: Vicky Stone and David Barker. Let me go ahead to start with Vicky…” Tara swung her legs over the side of the chair and set her book and drink down. “You want to seem prepared to make a statement at the Margarita Mix, and you seem to be fine getting into ring shape to do just that, but there’s something notably different about you and me. You did this because you failed as an actress, not because this is something that is you-- I have been doing this since I was sixteen-years-old! This is what I know! This is what I do! There was no second choice for me. There was no back-up plan. From the moment I decided that I was going to step into the ring, there was nothing that was going to stop me… there was nothing that would stop me. What chance do you really think you have to step in the ring with someone who didn’t do this because I failed at something else? There’s not much to you. You strike wildly; hard but not precise. Precision is the only chance you have at landing your mark.” Tara snickered and shook her head, “I don’t want to discredit you, or count you out early… but…” Tara rolls her eyes up and gestures as if weighing her options, “I don’t think too many people are going to be betting on you and David.”

She faked a smile, “Sorry, darling. As far as David goes… I’m going to go ahead and say that I’ve created my career by beating people bigger than you, and stronger than you, and there’s going to be nothing different that is going to happen at the Margarita Mix! You want to favor yourself as a technical wrestler-- I’ve won by outwitting, and out-wrestling everyone I’ve stepped into the ring with. What makes you think that you’re going to be any different?”

Tara took the cup in her hand and slid the beach chair back to the shelter of her tent before taking her seat on the end of it and sipping from the margarita. It began sprinkling.

“This is a competition, and yeah… I’m going to have some margaritas. I’m going to have some fun. But at the end of the day, it’s still a competition that I intend to win. Even if it means I have to go through my friends to do it. As for you two: enjoy your time! Kick back! Relax! But don’t unpack, because Victor and I are going to make this quick.”

Tara pulled the flaps to her tent closed as the dogs huddled together under the chair, and the sprinkling shifted quickly into a full rainstorm.

[Vicky Stone]

TMZ Exclusive



We see a shaky cam shot rushing up to Vicky Stone who is coming out of a Cafe. The man behind the camera gets in her face. Vicky, who loves the spotlight acts uninterested by 'sighing' but excitedly waits for the questions.



TMZ interviewer: Vicky! Vicky! You are heading back to the ring this week in Online Championship Wrestling? For something called the Massacre Mix...



Vicky: Margarita...



TMZ: No thank you, i'm not thirsty. You are teaming up with 'Dad Bod' David Barker. And you will be face Victor Malvado and Tara Fenix. Do you think Barker and yourself can work together to not only last the whole tournament as a team, but first get through the athleticism of Tara and Victor?



Vicky: Listen, I may be a bit ring rusty. But I know the ring like the back of my hand...



Vicky holds up her hands as she looks surprised at what she sees.



Vicky: When did... what the hell is that?



TMZ: Huh? WHat?



Vicky quickly hides her hands behind her back.



Vicky: Nothing. What I am saying is, that Davey Dad Bod and I are going to bring it. Tara and Victor seem to be pros. Which makes me a little nervous. I mean, I've heard of these two. I haven't heard of Barker before, my own partner! But something tells me when the two of us enter the ring. We will gel together and earn our way to the next round... and if we don't. We can always get a rematch and try again next week.



TMX: Hmm. No i think once your team is eliminated you don't get a second try. You lose, you're out. Think of it like death. No more chances...



Vicky: Nah, plus there's no such thing as death. It's a magical myth. We all just have long naps and go to a special farm when we're older to play games with each other. Non sexual, of course.



TMZ: Wait, you're in your mid 30s and you believe dead people go to a special farm?



Vicky: Say for instance, I accidently drop Tara Fenix on her neck, so hard that her neck bone snaps into her skull brain. She is like flipping and flopping around the mat like a fish out of water. Like my old best friend as a child, Muffin, my pet gold fish. Like over feeding Muffin, he got flushed down the toilet and sent to the special farm. Tara, neck bone through brain, is in the same scenario. Only instead of a toilet being flushed, she is put into a... super sized tank water funnel toilet...and goes to a place that we call Heaven. Heaven being...



TMX:...



Vicky: THE SPECIAL FARM! So... after Barker and I clean up the evidence of this first round tournament. Meaning Barker will have to murder the Mexican masked guy, Victor Malvado. And I am sure he will be all like 'Vicky, I can't slit his throat with this butter knife... it's impossible." And I will grab Davey Dad Bod by the throat and be like "DO YOU WANT TO FACE THE FUCKING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF OCW OR NOT!??! STOP BEING A PUSSY ASS BITCH AND STAB THIS MEXICAN IN THE THROAT, LET THEM HAVE SOME FUN ON THE SPECIAL FARM AND LET'S WIN US SOME GOLD!" And this point he is scared, but i calm him down by putting his hand on one of my beautiful breasts. He eventually relaxes enough where the ending of our match is David and Vicky as the winners and Fenix and Malvado are losers...



TMZ: That's... a little messed up, Vicky.



Vicky: Hey when GOD created Adam and Eve, naked. That was a little messed up too. They ate some apples and evil was born. Am I a religious kind of gal? Nah. Not really. I have my believes. I mean do I think GOD is a old man with a white beard? Nah. He could be a old wooden chair for all we know. But i do know this. I swear to God almighty if something happens in this tournament mix and Dad Bod and myself are eliminated or sent to a special farm. Then... guess what? Screw God. Screw the farm. And screw this life. Tara and Malvado. You guys trying to win this tournament is a curse. You two going any further than us is a sin upon people and God. Because the bible tells us so. Have I read it? Not yet. Will I read it? Nope, never. But I believe in its message. And if that message contradicts Stone and Barker from being the number one contenders for the OCW Tag Team Titles, then i don't know what to say anymore. Special farms for all of us down the road. But what is down the road for Fenix and Malvado? A dead end... so they turn around... what do they see? ANOTHER! DEAD! END! And what's on the other side of this dead end road? A house. A little white house. And who is in it? Vicky Stone and David Barker having a giggle fest as we wait for our next opponents. Also they sprayed the house for termites so we're a little woozy and high, hence all the giggling.



TMX:.....

Vicky: We win the match, is what I'm saying. I hate it when everyone needs things spelled out for them... dammit!



Vicky walks away as the TMZ guy can be heard saying "WTF? I don't think we can use this?"

[dadbod]

Ahhhh. Let’s see what we have here.


David Barker plops down on the couch in his basement with a large sub sandwich in his lap. He flips open the laptop on the coffee table in front of him and begins watching wrestling clips of Tara Fenix and Victor Malvado.


Huh… Okay. Pretty impressive. Wow. I don’t think I could ever pull that off…


Doubt begins to seep into David’s mind. What was he thinking signing up for this?!


The other one is probably worse… Nope. Wow. Okay. Okay. Don’t worry, David. You got this. These are just highlights after all. I’m sure there is plenty of bad that has been omitted…


Why are you talking to yourself?


David looks over his shoulder. His five year old daughter, Quinn, stands behind the couch, chin and elbows resting on the back.


Daddy is just trying to get some work done. You’re not supposed to be in the man cave! Go upstairs with mommy.


Quinn giggles and points at Malvado.


He looks silly!


What? Oh, yeah. I suppose so. But we’re not supposed to make fun of people for their looks, Quinny.


Who’s that?


Tara Fenix. Scary competitor.


What’s wrong with her hair?!


That’s just a look. Again, please don’t-


Don’t worry daddy. You’ll win!


David smiles. Yeah, maybe he would win! Why not? He's an accomplished wrestler too! Just then, David’s wife barges into the man cave with a laundry basket tucked under her arm. The man cave is primarily just the laundry room.


A little help here?!


Daddy is working!


Psssssh. Yeah. Reliving his childhood dreams. I got dreams too, ya know. Dreams of somebody helping me with this shit. Now you’re taking time off for this… This…


Mommy said a bad word!


Don’t worry, dear. I don’t think it’ll last long.


Trina drops her basket and stomps over to David.


What the hell is that supposed to mean?


These kids are a lot more athletic than me.


That’s them?


Yeah.


Trina squints at the screen for a moment. She shakes her head, unimpressed.


David… You are not losing to these two duds. And you’re certainly not wasting your time off with that attitude. Who cares if they’re younger than you, and can jump higher than you? You think that matters? No. You know what you’ve got?


Trina taps David on the chest, hard.


A tummy!


That’s right, Quinny. Daddy has a tummy. More of a tummy than either of these two have. Combined.


Okay, I don’t-


And in that tummy is desire. Drive. The will to win.


You think so?


Oh yeah. If for no other reason than you will never hear the end of this from me if you fail. And my mother is coming to visit next month. What do you think she’ll have to say?


David swallows and clenches his jaw.


Look at that screen. You’re intimidated by those two? Really? That one there has daddy issues. Big time. One look at your shirtless body is going to send her into a tizzy. She’ll love you. She’ll hate you. She won’t be able to handle the emotions. She’s not mentally prepared for this. This is her worst nightmare. Facing her fears, in all it’s hairy, lumpy glory. This isn’t just a physical competition. It’s mental. That’s where you’ve got the edge. You understand?


I’m not very comfortable with this…


Good. You shouldn’t be. You’re going to crush this broad’s dreams worse than her own daddy did on her 8th birthday. She wanted a pony, and instead, got an empty seat across the table.


Do you know her or something?


That may have been the first time she thought she hated her father, but it’s far from the last. She’ll be transferring that to you this week. But you know what? At least she’ll respect you. You’ll be teaching her an important lesson in self-respect this week. You can look like a million bucks, but it’s about what’s on the inside. She’s a wounded gazelle. You, on the other hand, may look like a crumpled up twenty… But on the inside, the heart of a lion.


Wow… You think so?


Don’t interrupt me. And the other guy. Which one is he?


She points to a picture of the Malvado Brothers. David struggles to identify his opponent.


The one on the left. Errr… No… Right? I’m not actually sure.


Exactly! Guarantee this guy doesn’t even know who he is. He’s dependent on his brother. He’s half a man. He’s half a personality. Half a skillset. Half a wrestler. Not you. You’re a whole man! You know exactly who you are. I’m sure he’s faster than you. It would be hard for him not to be. He can definitely jump higher. But you’ve got man strength. Once your partner helps you grab ahold of this twerp, you’ll crush him. Squeeze the life out of him.


David gently covers Quinns ears while never breaking eye contact with his passionate wife. He’s mesmerized.


This guy will be overwhelmed by the physical pressure. You know why?


I was a pretty good wrestler in college…


Wrong.


Please don’t…


Your body. What it lacks in visual appeal, it more than makes up with strength and durability. And that's worth a lot, let me tell you. When I see you chop wood out in the yard… Oh boy.


David rolls his eyes.


Whatever, he’s not ready for this. How could he be? He’s dealing with separation anxiety from his better half. The stress alone will be too much for him. He’ll crumble under the pressure. This is yours to lose, David. Do you understand me?


David swallows again. He nods. She smirks and rubs his chin.


Yes ma’am.


Good. Make me proud, David. Be a man. Squash those deadbeats, or don’t waste your time.


Trina exits the room as abruptly as she entered it, leaving the laundry basket in the middle of the floor. Quinn giggles.


Mommy is scary!


Yes she is, Quinny… Yes she is.

[Deleted]

“Good evening and welcome to ESPN El Ocho! Tonight’s 15 for 15 film (not to be confused with 30 for 30 on sports stars you actually know or care about), on The Malvado Brothers.”

~The usual 30 for 30 intro package plays, with the 30 being crossed out and a 15 scribbled over them. ~

“The masked luchadores, the evil doers (they try to be anyway), AND the (allegedly) twin brothers from El Salvador; no one outside of their parents, not even their younger sister, have ever seen them unmasked. But if you have seen their amazing physique, these Latin Gods look to have been chiseled identically out of something worth more than Mayan gold…”

~Highlights begin showcasing their power and agility.~

“A perfect symphony of tag team excellence.”

~The highlight package now goes back to their childhood days, training to become wrestlers; making their professional debut at the age of 15. It shows them winning all the tag titles they could possibly in the major Salvadoran promotion in their first 5 years.~

“The perfect champions had a choice to make, follow the route most follow and head to Mexico and try making it in Triple A, MCLL or another, or skip the line and head for the United States and hit “el” big time.”

~The highlights are now specific to JWM and “little” OCW.~

“In one they made it to the tag team tournament finals only to just miss out on winning the championships; the other winning the tag team championships in 2020 and being the current holders to this very day, 10 months and counting.”

~We get one final highlight, showing the brothers posing, looking ahead into the horizon.~

“For sure, one of the best, new, fresh tag teams in the wrestling scene with a bright future ahead of them. But what does the future hold for them indeed? Moving unto bigger federations? Maybe "mixing it" up and entering another tournament? Well that is exactly what this young team have done, entering one of the most prestigious tournaments (in a small part of the United States) known to wrestling fans world wide (or same small part of the US) as "The Margarita Mix"! When we first spoke to the Malvado Brothers about this next venture this is what they had to say."

~The brothers appear sitting on a couple of stools with a grayish background behind them, both decked out in their matching wrestling gear and masks, bluish green in color. The names appear in front of each one: "Victor or Hector Malvado".~

Victor: Excellente!

Hector: Mucho bueno!

"A men of few words for sure, we asked the brothers why enter a tournament in which there was a 99% chance that they wouldn't be teaming with each other."

Victor: Que?

Hector: Perdon?

"We informed them that they would be teamed with someone completely random, and that Victor in fact been teamed up with Tara Fenix. Hector, we assume, didn't take this well."

~Hector stands up, rips the mic that had been taped to his amazing right pec muscle, begins arguing with his brother in Spanish but Victor just throws up his arms and says...~

Victor: Yo no se.

~Hector storms off, leaving Victor by himself who then starts to get very excited. He begins speaking rapidly in Spanish but luckily the subtitles kick-in and you the viewer is able to keep up with him. ~

Victor: So, um, yo y Tara Fenix? de IWF?! Yo amo a Tara! Es una mujer muy hermosa con un pelo azul que me vuelve loco pero a la misma vez es una luchadora muy feroza y fuerte! En realidad yo soy un gran fanatico de ella, y incluso queriamos ir a su wrestling charity cruise pero este anho no se pudo, talvez el proximo sera. Para mi es un honor ser su companero en este torneo!

~Once he settles down from the excitement of tagging with Tara, he asks who their opponents are, we only get a chance to give him one name as he cuts off, once again equally excited. ~

Victor: Vicky Stone?! No mames guey! Tambien soy super fanatico de ella, la sigo en Tik Tok! La chica es muy chistosa, lo cual es dificil de creer porque es muy hermosa! Osea, mujeres que sean preciosas y chistosas son como los diamantes, muy dificiles de encontrar!

~He then asks who her partner is and his reaction to this is quite interesting.~

Victor: Dadbod? Que es eso? Dadbod? Que quiere decir? Es el papa de Vicky? Entonces hermanos no pueden ser companeros pero padre y hija si? No es justo compadre!

~He claps after each one of those last words, clearly Vicky teaming up with David Barker has upset him but we don't quite know why. He continues on, going back to talking about Tara Fenix.~

Victor: Bueno en realidad no importa, Senorita Tara Fenix, no te preocupes. Se que no eres mi hermano, y aunque no tenemos quimica porque nunca hemos compartido el ring, se que aremos un buen papel en el torneo de las margaritas. Tu me das esquina? Yo te doy esquina!

~He makes a fist and taps his chest right over his heart, making some sort of promise to Tara likely. He continues.~

Victor: Vicky Stone, te repito, eres muy funny, gran celebridad pero esto es lucha libre. No se trata de salir en TMZ si no de ganar un torneo en parejas! Tara y yo formarmos un buen equipo, tu y tu papa, en realidad no tienen ningun chance. Lo siento.

~Victor shrugs, turning his head to the side. Hector comes back and sits down, crossing his arms, he sits there pouting, not saying a word. Victor pats him on the shoulder before wrapping up.~

Victor: Senor David Baker, primero que todo, porque Vicky no tiene tu apellido? No importa. Mire senor, este torneo no es para padres, es para luchadores jovenes y fuertes, como Tara, Vicky y yo. Por favor retirese y vayase a Miami. Me doleria mucho dejar a Vicky huerfana. Por favor senor, es para su propio bien.

~Victor nods and then asks ESPN El Ocho if that was good. They tell him they have no idea since they didn't understand a single word he said. He smiles.~

Victor: Arriba!

"Thank you for tunning in to this special on The Malvado Brothers! Well one of them anyway, maybe next time! Up next in ESPN El Ocho: the Tequila and Chimichanga World Cup!"